Middle of the Week Motivation

Holding Hands

Jack stared over at the person across from him, his blue eyes taking in every detail. He tried to focus on what Mark was saying, but instead found himself lost in his friends beauty. Brown eyes, raven hair, tan skin, everything was just... perfect.

"Jack?" Mark's deep voice rumbled out, the man reaching over and snapping his fingers in front of Jack's face.

"Oh, sorry." He mumbled out, embarrassed.

Mark rolled his eyes with a chuckle. "I was saying we should go see a movie."

"Yeah, that sounds great." Jack smiled in return.

"Come on, let's get going then."

They decided to walk to the theater, side by side, Jack debating on whether or not to grab Mark's hand. He reached closer, but last second the timid Irishman let his hand fall back to his side. Mark probably just wants to be friends anyway. They walked up to get their tickets, Mark pulling his wallet out to pay for both of them.

"Hey, I can pay for mine." Jack suggested.

"Nah," Mark shrugged. "I got it."

"What is this, like a date or something?" Jack asked, the question slipping out before he got the chance to think about what he was saying.

Jack didn't notice, but now Mark's face was slightly tinted red. "It can be if you want." Mark replied, keeping his voice from wavering.

They headed inside, Mark holding the door open for the blue eyed man, Jack feeling a romantic mood begin to form. "I'm paying for the popcorn though." Jack teased as they stood in the line for concessions.

"Ok, ok." Mark jokingly replied, holding his hands up in the air in defeat. And with that, they got a bucket, trudging up the theater stairs to sit in the back. As the popcorn sat between them, Jack was tempted to hold hands with Mark, reaching over slightly before stopping short. Maybe all this joking about then being on a date that was messing with his head. It was just a joke, wasn't it?

The movie was better than Jack expected, but the green haired man really didn't know what to expect because it was a random one they chose based on the design of the movie poster. Jack was impressed. He was slightly disappointed though, he still hadn't got the courage to grab Mark's hand. He tried to reach for it one more time, before sighing in defeat as he chickened out once again.

Mark, being the gentleman he was, declared that he was going to walk Jack home, making this feel even more like a date than it did before. They walked up to Jack's doorstep, both of them still giggling from the conversation they had earlier. When they both had calmed down, Mark smiled at Jack, reaching over and gently grabbing his hand. He softly pulled the Irishman closer, placing a hand on the back of his head and pressing a gentle kiss on his lips, all the while, holding his hand.

Mark pulled away, smiling. "Good night Jack."

"Night Mark." The blue eyed man stuttered out, face flushed bright pink as he watched Mark walk down the sidewalk and disappear out of sight.

Jack leaned against his front door, rubbing his cheeks with an embarrassed smile. He still couldn't get over it. Mark had held his hand.