Me Plus You ♡ s.m. + m.f.

{184} Disney Binder

It truly amazed Florrie how big Mark had gotten over the years. He'd never been super skinny or anything, but she could remember how small he was when she'd first met him, and now he was much taller than her, muscular and looked completely different. Like a young man now, and it made her want to cry. And even though she saw him pretty much everyday, she felt as if his voice got deeper every time they talked, which was definitely often.

upon unlocking and entering the front doors of decently large home, the first thing they saw, of course was Mark and Clifton sitting comfortably on the couch together watching something on TV.

Without even so much as a greeting, Florrie immediately started upstairs, making her way past the kitchen and tossing her keys onto the counter. All she came to do was go through their suitcases, which is exactly what she was going to do.

Jack, on the other hand skipped over to Clifton, and sat down and squeezed him as tightly as his small, weak body could.

"Your hair is so nice!" He complimented him, playing with the man's freshly straightened, thick blonde hair.

The blonde man hugged Jack back, "I just cut like two inches of my hair off, too. Did you notice?" He pointed out the fact that his hair was now just below armpit length.

"I do now."

"Really?" Mark cut in, glancing up from his phone, "You didn't tell me!"

Clifton shrugged, "You didn't ask." He smirked jokingly.

Mark held up the black iPhone 6 Plus in his hand, "I got a new phone!" He screamed out of nowhere, holding it out for Jack to take.

"And that's your last one, too. If you break this one, you're done and I'm taking it and you're not getting another." Clifton cut in, shaking his head.

Mark nodded, rolling his eyes. Sure, he'd broken about three or four phones in the last year and a half, and he hadn't had a phone in months. slammed one in the door of his truck by accident, another he dropped in the bathtub, and the most recent one he'd sat on. But this time, he knew he wouldn't have any accidents.

"Hey, don't think I didn't see you roll your eyes! I'll take those, too, if you do it again!" The blonde man joked, shrugging  as he got up and made his way toward the stairs.

Jack couldn't help but stare as he walked away. Watching him slightly pull up his jeans that outlined his ass and legs perfectly. His muscular arms pulling down the back of his tight purple tee shirt.

The Irish boy giggled and turned back to Mark, "You guys have really nice bodies. I want to touch your dad's booty but he always catches me. Like, I think he knows he's thicc."

"You can touch my booty!"

"I always want to. I love ass and yours is my favorite! But, anyway, I got my nails done! I'm so happy! I'm so excited for Disney World tomorrow!"

Mark sat up and tossed his phone on the coffee table a bit harshly by accident, pausing for a moment to make sure his dad hadn't heard the loud noise it made as it hit the glass from wherever he was in the house before turning his attention back to his fiancé and taking one of his tiny, delicate hands in his own and examining his shiny nails.

"Do you like them?" Jack asked a bit nervous that he wouldn't, "I really do..."

"I love them. They're really pretty!" Mark grinned kissing the other's hand.

"Awww, thanks! I feel pretty." Jack blushed cupping Mark's face with his hands and smiling shyly, "Want some lip gloss?" He asked, hinting that he wanted a kiss.

"I always do." Mark smirked at the feeling of Jack shimmery, plush, rosy tinted lips briefly against his own. "You're so beautiful. And you did a really good job on your makeup today."

"Thanks... I'm so excited to go to Disney World!"

"Me too! I made a binder." Mark clapped his hands, getting up from underneath Jack and  practically dragging the small boy up to his room.

"Wha? What the hell do you mean?"

Mark unzipped his backpack and pulled out a baby blue three ring binder, "A binder!" He paused for a moment and opened it up, going through all the pages of maps and times and pictures inside, "Mom told me which park we were going to on each day, and I went online and figured out what times which rides weren't as busy, which food is best and where all the fast pass thingies are. So, we can navigate efficiently through each park and do more stuff at the most convenient times."

Jack giggled and playfully rolled his eyes. He wasn't shocked that Mark would do something like this, but he thought it was cute, the way he always made big deals over the simplest things. "This is really cute! Can I decorate the front?"

"Yeah."

Jack took the binder and skipped over to Mark's desk, plopping down in the swivel chair and rummaging through a drawer for a moment before pulling out unicorn stickers and what not. He had craft supplies hidden everywhere, cause you never know when you gotta get crafty.

The rest of the evening went pretty slow, and by the time jack and Florrie had gotten home it was around 10 p.m. Way later then they should've, and they both knew they should've been in bed already, knowing they'd have to get up just before 4:00 or so to get to the airport the next morning.

"Malcolm, Come here!" Jack screamed obnoxiously from the living room as he kicked off his bright blue Crocs and threw himself down on the couch.

Malcolm rolled his eyes and took a bite of the sandwich he'd just made and slowly but surely made his way over to Jack from the kitchen. The 18-year-old's long curly greying hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, and his white tee shirt was yellowing and covered in holes.

"What the hell do you want? Shouldn't you be asleep now, anyway? Jesus Christ."

"Can you carry me upstairs? I can't walk by myself. I'm very tired."

"Fuck no!"

"Why not? My ankle hurts. An injury that you caused! You should carry me up the stairs and to my room now." Jack was an excellent liar, and his ankle was fine. He just wanted to laugh at Malcolm for once.

"Ugh, fine!" Malcolm groaned, swallowing the last of his sandwich and wiping a bit of mustard off his finger onto Jack's forehead before lifting him up bridal style and starting toward the stairs. "Someone has to carry the burden, I guess."

Jack's giddy expression went to shock as soon as he'd figured out what his older brother had meant by what he'd just said. He gasped loudly and began hollering profanities at the older boy, making him laugh.  

"Mommy!" he screamed out as his hand made harsh contact with Malcolm's cheek as he jumped out of his arms and darted towards their parents' bedroom.