( Month 5 )
Between the breakdowns when Mark left home and the mind numbing pleasure that filled his nights, Jack began to lose track of time. It was all just a cluster fuck of crying and blowjobs.
Mark was out again to buy groceries. Jack was curled up on their bed, sobbing into a pillow.
It was stupid. Mark went out every week for food. I mean, why would they need food? Pfft. Stupid. Jack lifted his face from the pillow and started watching the clock. Second after second ticked by and tears streamed down the Irishman's face.
11:56 AM
11:57 AM
11:58 AM
11:59 AM
12:00 PM
"JAAAAAACK! I FOUND A HAIRY BABY! I FOUND A HAIRY BABY!" Mark busted through the door, catching Jack's attention. He sat up and and reached his arms out, looking up and Mark with shiny blue eyes. He grew confused as he noticed a ball of fur in Mark's arms.
"Eh?"
The ball of fluff uncurled and cuddled into the redhead.
" I found a hairy baby!" He grinned and hugged the cat close, fawning over the small creature. Jack frowned and scooted across the bed torward Mark. He grabbed the cat and dropped it on the floor, the fuzzy creature scurrying under the bed.
"No." He huffed and wrapped his arms around the taller man's neck. Mark pouted and crossed his arms, not returning the embrace.
"How could you do that to my new cute little kitty?"
Jack looked up at Mark sadly.
"Mew."
Mark caught on quickly and pinned Jack to the bed.
" Is my kitten jealous? "
Jack curled his hands into paws and pressed them to Mark's chest.
"Mew."
( Month 6 )
Jack grew more and more jealous of the new addition each day. Whenever Jack wasn't clinging to him, Mark would be fawning over the stupid cat.
He asked what breed it was and Mark happily told him it was a Tabby Cat.
"I'll call him Juuzou." He had said.
Jack got out of bed and slipped on a baggy hoodie. The sleeves fell past his hands and the hood would fall over his eyes when he put it up but at least it hid his stomach.
He had been self conscious about how his stomach had grown. He thought it looked odd and tried to hide it.
The Irishman made his way downstairs and to the living room. On the couch was Mark. Juuzou was purring happily in his lap as Mark ran his hand down his back and scratched behind his ears.
Jealousy bubbled up inside Jack. He quickly walked up to the two and pushed Juuzou off the redhead. He replaced the cat and climbed into Marks lap, looking up at him with what Mark kept calling "kitten eyes".
"Mew."
"Aw...Can't Juuzou get some love too?"
Jack responded by glaring at Juuzou, who was now rubbing up against Mark's arm.
"I'm the only kitten you need." Jack protested, nuzzling into his lover's chest.
Mark rubbed Jack's back soothingly.
"Of course, kitten. You're all I need."
( Month 7 )
Mark piled cat food into Juuzou's bowl and gave the small kitten a pst of the head. He turned around and jumped as Jack had suddenly appeared.
