Trust Your Instincts

-51- Lilac

A/N Hey guys!

Just a warning that there may be some... uhhhh... adult material in this chapter. So read ahead with caution I guess. I've never written dirty before so I doubt it will get that intense (Sometimes i get uncomfortable writing about kissing so you can imagine the struggle) but just thought I should say.

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 Over the week that it had been since the breakdown, Mark was becoming more accustomed to the idea of actually being a werewolf. He began to understand the positive aspects of his ordeal, and was eager to learn from Jack just how to control himself and keep the changing under lock and key no matter how fast his heart rate was.

 But that training could wait. Especially since the two of them had no plans whatsoever today, and Mark didn't seem keen on making any. It was early morning, but Mark was awake once again, lying on top of a sleeping Jack, their chests pressed together as Mark's head lay on the pillow by Jack's. Jack's arms were once again wrapped lazily around Mark's bare torso, loose due to his unconsciousness but comforting to Mark nonetheless.

 Mark didn't know how Jack hadn't suffocated under his full body weight yet, but he could safely say that this was the most comfortable he had ever been in his life, laying on top of Jack, their legs entangled.

 Mark didn't know how long he had been awake, but since that moment, he had done nothing but admire Jack. The soothing rise and fall of his chest when he breathed, the soft snore that escaped his lips every once in a while, and the sheer beauty of the side of his face. 

 His fading green hair was disheveled from from the night's sleep, but somehow the few locks that rested on his forehead made him look like the finest form of artwork. His ever growing facial hair was had really started to take shape, framing his face beautifully and giving him a more rugged look. It wasn't all round stubble like Isaac managed to pull off, and then some, but it was perfect to Mark.

 To the left of his head, he noticed that Jack was stirring slightly. He wasn't sure whether to be pleased that his boyfriend was waking up or disappointed that he couldn't take his beauty in anymore without Jack getting uncomfortable and telling him to stop staring.

 Slowly Jack's eyes fluttered open, squinting harshly at the light streaming in through the blinds, as he hugged further into the man on top of him, moaning sleepily.

 "Good morning babe." Mark chirped in Jack's ear, kissing his cheek softly, and watching as the corners of his mouth curled up in a lazy smile. Jack didn't answer, he just groaned and pulled the covers further over the two, making it clear that he wasn't ready to get up just yet. 

 Mark had no problem with that, burrowing his face into the crook of Jack's neck and trying to stifle his groans of pleasure as Jack's fingers grazed his back lightly in a comforting pattern. It was crazy, really, that even a brush as soft as that evoked such a reaction from Mark, but any form of contact with Jack was heavenly, to say the least. Mark could stay in that exact position until they starved to death and he'd die a happy man. 

 Before long, Jack's hands had travelled down to Mark's waistline, his fingers slipping in under the elastic of his boxers. Mark's face shot up  and he looked to Jack with wide eyes. Jack had a devilish grin on his face as he refused to open his eyes and look at Mark, his fingers continuing to travel downwards.

 "J-Jack..." Mark started, his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to decipher Jack's intentions.

 "Auch, come on Mark! Nothing's happening!" Jack defended himself groggily, although he was becoming more conscious by the second, and he was able to open his eyes without struggling to adapt to the light surroundings.