Perfect. (Markson Fanfic)

Chapter three: Sweet Texts & Lust-ridden Dreams

Mark was flustered walking into the building but played it off by laughing. Of course he knew it was just some joke Jackson had thought up. Jackson's so funny... thought Mark, looking at Jackson's lips.

As the two men walked towards the airport lobby, Mark was stealing glances at Jackson, more specifically speaking, Jackson's lips. His eyes trailed down Jackson's body, from his pecks, to his biceps, then to his abs, ending at his pelvis. Mark turned his face filled with embarrassment and flushed a deep, rose red.

After a few minutes, his eyes had made their way back to Jackson's lips. They're so smooth and so red... Mark thought, soft yet sexy.... Mark found himself walking towards Jackson, lips locked in sight, and tried to stop himself. He stumbled and grabbed Jackson's shoulder for support, feeling as if he would have fell.

Jackson looked over for just a second and asked, "Are you okay?", placing his hand on Mark's side. "Just a little light-headed." Mark excused himself, ruffling his own hair in a 'its nothing' kind of way. Jackson was clearly worried from the look on his face but decided to let him go and walk on his own.

Mark quickly parted from him and thought, what was I thinking?! There's no way that would ever happen!, furrowing his eyebrows.

Mark quickly tottered through and out of the building and to the private airplane. He handed his bags to the staff working at the place and quickly walked up the steps to the interior. Mark had sat at the end, once again, but Jackson was completely diagonal to him, the farthest he could possibly be away from Mark.

Mark pulled out his phone as the plane lifted off to Miami. He went to texts and started by texting Jackson:

Markie-Pooh: Hey... Sorry for being totally awkward earlier...

Jackson pulled his phone out, looked at the text then glanced up at Mark. Of course the whole time Mark was staring at Jackson, and once he looked up Mark just gave him an awkward smile. Jackson looked back at his phone and replied:

Wang Puppy: What about?

Mark felt a slight pain in his heart and thought, Do I really have to explain it to him?!.... In the end, he decided to say:

Markie-Pooh: When you fell on me... in the van... you covered it up..? Do I really have to say it....?

This time Mark avoided eye contact and layed his head on the bag he kept, facing the opposite direction of Jackson. When Jackson saw, he placed his chin in the palm of his hand, poking his thigh with his elbow. Once he understood it, his hand slowly devoured his face, covering it with embarrassment. He typed with one thumb, looking through the cracks of his fingers.

Wang Puppy: Sorry, I forgot... no, it's fine, you don't have to apologize. If a man's excited he's excited, even if it's over another guy... it's fine. We can talk later, okay?

Mark didn't know how to react. He just sat there wondering whether Jackson was being nice, knowing Mark would most likely use many gestures to explain his embarrassment, or if he was just thinking it'd be awkward over text. He replied, attempting to look as normal as possible:

Markie-Pooh: Of course. Yes. that would be a good idea. Yes yes yes yes yes. Such a great idea. Haha. But.. Not to ruin that, again, amazing idea, but what if we're not roommates?

Mark sits there wondering if Jackson will laugh at his horrible attempt at being casual. Eventually, he turns his head to Jackson, causing Jackson to take notice and break his acting by snickering a bit. Mark catches himself staring again but doesn't look away, knowing that just make him angry. Mark wants to have just this one time to take in all of Jackson's beautiful features.

Thinking of all of this would usually excite him, but right now, he's tired from the long day and is feeling sleepy. Right before Mark slips into dreamland, he feels his phone vibrate in his hand. He brings it into vision and unlocks it to smile at Jackson's sweet response:

Wang Puppy: We'll figure it out. You look sleepy. Get some rest before we get to Miami. Kisses! 😚😙

Jackson had been looking at Mark for a while, noticing that he almost fell asleep. He saw that he had smiled and turned his off his phone, laying his head down on his bag. Jackson grabbed his bag also, laying his head down, staring at Mark. He slowly started to close his eyes as he heard Youngjae muttering his song Trauma.

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Mark woke up to see everyone else asleep. It was almost five in the morning so Mark decided to start getting ready. He headed to the bathroom in the airplane to take a shower, knocking before entering to make sure nobody was in there. He heard no response and so walked into the bathroom.

He turned the light on, wincing at the blinding light that seemed to have hit him directly in the eye. He stumbled back a bit feeling light headed then moved forward grabbing onto the counter. He looked into the mirror, turning to look at both sides of his face. Drool marks, he thought, I never drool....

He decided not to waste time thinking of what weird dream could've made him drool, and quickly rid himself of the clothes stuck to his body with sweat. It was obvious he hadn't got the greatest night of sleep and just wanted to wash the strange feeling residing from the night away with a hot shower. Rubbing his eyes, he got into the shower, closed the glass door, and switched the water to hot. Once the water hit his skin, his eyes darted open and then relaxed once he got use to it.

He couldn't help but rack his brain around why he was so restless the night before. He kept remembering bits and pieces of the dream until the ending hit him and it all fell together.

In said dream, he had remembered being pushed down on to a king-sized, velvet mattress covered with silk. He had felt tingles gradually from his mouth to his collarbone and then directly back to his mouth. Kissing.., he thought. A more recent memory of the dream brought up the fact that Jackson had been kissing him, and passionately at that.

Mark hadn't realised, but his "member" had got quite the reaction from these revelations. He stared at it for a bit, worried about what to do until he just decided to take care of it himself, seeing that there wasn't exactly anyone else to do so.

He started by wrapping his hand around the head, the other on the wall of the shower. He began to fiddle with his slit, thinking it would make him cum faster and get it out of his system. While doing this, he couldn't help but think of Jackson, considering that's who got him into the situation in the first place.

While thinking of him, and his ever-so-perfect body, a mixture of a moan and Jackson's name slipped out of his mouth. Slowly, moan after moan, he wouldn't stop saying Jackson's name. Before he knew it he was basically screaming his name, not realising that somebody might be up. He didn't hear but from the outside of the door someone was shouting, "Mark, is that you?!". Whoever it was clearly didn't hear anything besides the shower running and turned the door handle to enter.

A/N:

Okay, so... it's been a bit. . . Sorry!!!!! I tried to make it longer so you'd have a bit more to read... right now I have the entire next chapter planned out in my head, all I have to do is put it down. If you're still here, thank you for staying!!! If you're here in general, thank you for reading!!! Oh!! And please tell me what you thought of it, I tried super hard!!