The Taste Of Rebound Love

Part 5

The sun streamed through the curtains, waking Jack from his deep sleep.  He couldn't remember the last time he had slept so soundlessly.  Not wanting to get up just yet, he remained snuggled across Felix's chest.  Hearing only the pounding of his steady heart against his ear.  He didn't know if Felix was awake or asleep, until he felt his arm wrap around his back.  Innocently, Felix slipped his fingers under his arm to hold him closer, but the sensation tickled and he jerked, twisting over onto Felix.  Removing his arm away, Felix flinched too, telling him scarcely.  "Whoa! Careful where you're jabbing that elbow"!  Curiously, Jack examined where his elbow was resting.  It was propped just above Felix's crotch.  Feeling devilish, Jack shifted more of his weight onto that elbow, wickedly piping out.  "Where here"?  Felix jerked upright, yelling out playfully.  "YOU IRISH BITCH! You make me piss myself and I'm going to kick your pale white ass"! 

Rolling away from Felix, Jack stared up at the ceiling with a smile.  Felix didn't let him enjoy the moment for long though.  Climbing up onto his knees, Felix shifted over Jack propped up on all fours.  The playful glare that Felix was eyeing down at him with reminded Jack of a cat that had cornered a mouse!  Nervously, Jack closed his legs and began to prop himself back on his elbows.  Just incase he had to make a getaway.  Trying to keep his devilishly smug attitude, Jack stared into Felix's eyes asking him playfully.  "Something wrong"?  A devilish grin now spread over Felix's face now, as he closed in enough that their lips were almost touching, answering in a seductive whisper.  "Feeling cocky? Think you're so clever"?  A blush started to tint Jack's cheeks and he tried to keep himself from chuckling as he nodded smugly.  Still grinning devilishly, Felix's eyes slightly narrowed in on him mysteriously.  Jack thought about saying something witty, but Felix didn't give him the chance.  Closing in, Felix pressed his lips against Jack's. 

Jack could feel the kiss right down to his toes!  In felt so tender to start, then warmed into a deeper connection.  The kiss felt so sinful, it felt more like sex!  Jack's mind drifted to thoughts of what sex with Felix would be like if his kisses were this orgasmic!  He was so absorbed into the kiss that he was caught completely off guard.  Felix moved a hand down Jack's chest slowly, then shifted to slide up his side and quickly into his armpit!  Breaking the kiss, Jack fell flat against the mattress locking his arms tight against his sides!  He tried to roll away, but Felix just shifted with him!  Clenching his Jaw tightly, Jack thrashed uncontrollably as Felix playfully prodded out.  "What's wrong, Jack? Still feeling cocky"?  Felix chuckled loudly, while Jack gasped for breathe and retaliated by grabbing one of Felix's legs tightly.  This time when he rolled, he took Felix down with him!  Felix was forced onto his back, but he quickly pulled Jack overtop of him to roll him flat onto his stomach!  Felix laid firmly over him now, pinning him flat to the mattress. 

Jack took in the fact that he was now at the edge of the mattress and playfully snapped over his shoulder to Felix.  "Really, Felix? You left the Ikea sticker on the nightstand"?  Felix shifted his weight to try and spot it as he snapped back.  "What?! Where the hell do you see that"?!  Acting quickly, Jack shot up onto all fours and shoved Felix off the bed to land with a 'thud' to the floor!  Laying back across the bed, Jack snuck a peek over the edge of the mattress, asking innocently.  "You alright"?  Felix laid flat against the carpeted floor, chuckling as he answered.  "I should have seen that coming. You irish bitch".  Jack chuckled, playfully asking down to him.  "Was it really from Ikea? Was that why it seemed believable"?  Felix let out a growl and shot upright, grabbing Jack's arms to pull him carefully off the bed.  For a moment, they just laid there laughing.  When the doorbell rang.  Slowly Felix sat up, telling Jack casually.  "The camera guys here. I guess I better let him in". 

Climbing to his feet, Felix noticed Jack's phone sitting on the edge of the bed.  If Jack saw the missed calls and possible texts from Mark... he might want to leave early, or wind up depressed again.  Casually nudging Jack's foot, he asked him warmly.  "Hey, would you mind walking the crazy pugs for me? I've got to help set some stuff up before we film".   Jack nodded, cheerfully replying.  "Sure. Just let me change my shirt".  While heading for the door, Felix slide his hand nonchalantly across the bed.  Snatching up Jack's phone and slipping from the room.

When Jack got back from walking the pugs, Felix patted the spot next to him, saying excitedly.  "Come here. We're going to start filming. I have this really cool game I want to try, but it has a twist".  Dropping down beside Felix, Jack asked curiously.  "What is it"?  Felix picked up the 'Bop it' game off the floor beside him, saying with an evil grin.  "We play this and every time you don't do what it asks... you get shocked".  Jack cringed uneasily.  He had always mentioned in his videos that he'd never do a shock challenge.  He didn't like the idea of being shocked.  Felix shrugged carelessly, adding in a smug challenging tone.  "Or you can chicken out like the irish pussy you are..."?  Fighting with his indecision, Jack meekly asked in an undertone.  "Is it safe"?  Felix just shrugged playfully.  Knowing Felix would never let him forget it if he wussed out, Jack straightened up.  He had made up his mind to rise to the challenge, telling Felix.  "Let's do it".

Mark awoke the next morning to let Chica out and make himself some coffee.  Only to find the coffee had been made and a note was taped to the coffee machine.  Peeling the note off he read it quietly to himself.  "I'm sorry about last night. I'm meeting up with a few friends today, but when I get back tonight... I really think we should talk".  Crumpling up the note, Mark tossed it into the trash.  There wasn't anything to say.  The problem wasn't hers to bare.  It was his alone.  Until he sorted out his own feelings, how could he tell her what his feelings were?  All she did now was make him dread her coming home to 'talk'.  After pouring himself a cup of coffee, he had a seat at the kitchen table.  Immediately after sitting down, he pulled out his phone.  Nothing.  Jack hadn't called or sent him any text messages.  Was he not looking at his phone?  Did he mute it for his stay?  Feeling anxious, Mark flipped through Felix's newly posted videos and found another new video featuring Jack.  Reluctantly, Mark watched the video from start to finish.  It just didn't make sense.  Why was Jack suddenly so chummy with Felix?  They never interacted like this before.  Letting his phone drop to the table, Mark pressed his lips to his fisted hand.  He wasn't jealous!  He wasn't!  He was just concerned for his friend!  Picking his phone hastily back up, Mark sent yet another text to Jack.  After sending the text, Mark scrolled through the pictures on his phone, stopping when he came to an old picture.  It was a picture of a younger Mark laying across a bed in his red flannel shirt that was completely unbuttoned, and laying behind him with his chin resting on Mark's shoulder... was a young Felix.  To Be Continued...