Secret Agents

*Chapter 8 (NSFW)

A/N This chapter will be way longer than the one I wrote (chapter 6) and possibly filled with NSFW because thats what I specialize in... duuuuuhhhhhh. Anyways on with sin!

-Septi <3

[Afternoon, Day 2] [One more day till the heist]

It was around 4 pm and Jack was making his way from his room through the maze of halls in the large cave like base. When Mark decided to cut their little date short he was left at the base with nothing to do and alone in his room once again. Now venturing into the halls he starts to think to himself, surrounded by emptiness and quietness of the base he was filled with thoughts and feelings of Mark; irritation, worry, unease, and most importantly hunger not just for Mark but for food. Jack's stomach growls as he turns into a room that is the large, white modern kitchen with a granite island in the middle decorated with a bowl of fruit.

He stops thinking about Mark, determined to find something to shut up his growling stomach, looking through cupboards finally finding what seemed like an easy pack of instant noodles.

He was wrong.

Standing in a pair of blue flamingo shorts and a a red long-sleeve shirt he tried to figure out the overcomplicated instant noodles reading the small print over and over again on the square like package, already frustrated by the fact Mark left their little date early that evening.

"It wasn't even that important?? He could've said no to Felix, no to killing. Fuck that Swedish meatball." He thought to himself. Jack, giving up, tosses the bag to the side of the counter and swears under his breath before being greeted by a pair of arms wrapping around him.

Mark

Jack closes his eyes feeling Mark's face sink into the side of his neck, stubbles poking at his pale skin. His fading red hair brushing against him, making him smile knowing Mark was safe.

"I can make you my special hot steamy dumps if you want?" Mark says suggestively at Jack knowing the frustration of the Irish man.

"Go fuck yerself." Jack says with a smirk looking at the the creases form around mark's eyes when he laughs.

"No thanks. Thats why I have you remember?" Mark snaps back jokingly.

"Oh shut up! You always say that when I say "go fuck yourself!" Jack exclaims turning around to face Mark still with his hands around Jack smiling.

"Anyways, I'm not that hungry anymore. Why'd Felix call ya anyways? He wanted you to strangle someone?" Jack says in a joking matter, chuckling a bit but then realizing that was a bad idea. Mark's soft smile faded, and his eyes turned cold and almost empty.

"Something like that..."

He lets go of Jack and walks towards the refrigerator opening it and bending down to find some food in the almost empty fridge; also trying to hide his face from Jack. He spends a few seconds there before Jack approaching right behind him grazing his crotch against Mark's ass on purpose.

"Whoops didn't mean to stick my dick near your ass." Jack says playfully walking over to the granite island in the middle of the kitchen to sit on top of it, smirking and dangling his legs over the side almost mischievously. Mark closes the fridge, and with a suggestive smile, walks right in front of Jack, opening his legs so that he could lean in and pull him by his ass for a long passionate kiss. With Jack still on the counter Mark starts slowly moves his hips, grinding against Jack's blue flamingo shorts.

"Are you...humping me?? In the kitchen? Mark." Jack looks down at Mark's already tight Jeans.

"What wrong? I just Wanna relax, let me play around for a bit." Mark says going down Jack's neck giving him little kisses.