99 Steps

Step 46: Have Secrets

"Relaxation helps deal with anger. " Jack nodded, listening to Mark talk about what his teacher had said. "When I start to feel angry, she suggested getting exercise, like going for a run."

"What about coping with the after math of getting really mad about something?" Jack looked at Mark's hands, wrapped around his bare chest. He traced random shapes on the soft skin and over his knuckles.

"We haven't really got to that yet, but, she did suggest talking about things that make me mad, when I'm not." 

"Alright, we have some time. What's something that makes you mad?" Jack asked, wrapping both his hands around one of Mark's and bringing it to his lips, holding it there.

"Jack, I get it, I just really want to hold you close and go to bed right now, I've kinda had a long day." Jack could feel Mark's hand gripping his tighter, deciding to press on.

"Just tell me about your day then," Jack kissed the back of Mark's hand. "Please?"

"I left at about 8 this morning, went to my class for a few hours. Then, I went and had lunch with Alice and Ash, only because you said you didn't want to go. After that I decided to go see Milo at her office and apologize for my, behavior. Of course, I missed you so much all day long, and I couldn't wait to come back home." Mark placed a delicate kiss at the base of Jack's neck, pulling him in close to his own chest.

Mark kissed him softly a few more times before nipping at his skin, which made Jack jump forward. Mark pulled him back, sucking softly at the spot he bit. He had to admit, it did feel pretty good. Mark slowly pushed his hand into the waistband of Jack's boxers, digging his nails into the soft skin on his hip bone, just like he had a while ago. Still kissing and sucking at his neck, Mark moved his other hand, which was previously under Jack, wrapped around his stomach, to in behind his legs. He grabbed the back of his thigh and held his leg still. Mark scratched his hip, as his bit his neck and squeezed his thigh, which made Jack's mouth drop open, as a loud sigh escaped.

"See baby? You just have to trust me. I know what I'm doing."

"Mark, I..." He didn't want to do anything, but he couldn't finish his sentence as his eyes shuttered closed. Mark's hand drifted lightly over Jack's slight bulge.

"You what?" Mark teased, kissing the base of his neck again.

"I don't-" He took in a sharp breath as Mark purposely grabbed him so he couldn't finish talking. Jack arched his back and pushed himself further into Mark's body. Of course, his hand followed, putting more pressure on him, trapping him between his crotch and hand. Jack tried shifting anxiously onto his back, but he couldn't. Instead he opted to kick off the blankets. Mark pulled his other leg higher, as of trying to hold him still, but it didn't work too well.

"You better stop moving around so much, baby boy. Otherwise they're be hell to pay." The playful threat made an image of Frank flash through his mind, but he didn't want to ruin this for Mark, so he ignored the slow twisting feeling in his gut.

Mark quickly pulled his leg aside, pulling him down onto his back. He moved both his hands to Jack's wrists, guiding them to his back. The weight suddenly dropped onto Jack's hips made him lightly grip at Mark's back, it wasn't until Mark was biting at his jaw and moving his hips in a circle that he could tell he broke the skin.

Jack brought his knees up, shifting around. He let out the slightest moan, and he could feel Mark smile against his skin. "Just what I was waiting for." He knew it was Mark talking, but he could hear Frank's rough voice faintly echoing in his ears.

Mark moved down Jack's chest, leaving bite marks and small purple bruises all along the way. Jack's hands slid up to Mark's hair as he kissed around his stomach lightly, and he was still moving his legs around anxiously. Pure lust, or maybe love - possibly even acting - he couldn't tell, made his arms push Mark's head to over his erection. His could feel Mark's mouth hovering just over it, and he could also feel himself starting to whine and moan like a little bitch.

"I just want you to be quiet for me, okay baby boy. Just stay nice and still and quiet." Jack knew it was impossible, seeing as he felt like he was going to physically explode.

Mark's hands dipped into his boxers again, tugging them down his legs. Jack could feel rougher hands nearly ripping them off in a much more rushed manner. Jack started pulling away from the hands, not because he was in a hurry to experience what was next, but because he wanted to get away from Frank.

Mark grabbed Jack's legs, bringing them over the back of his neck and shoulders. Jack crossed his ankles, trying to think of anything other than what was happening. Jack gasped, as Mark licked up the underside of his erection, slowly taking the head in his mouth. Jack's fingers pulled at Mark's hair, and his whole length was in his boyfriends mouth. He felt like a machine, not necessarily willing to continue, but he had already made Mark wait so long for just this, he didn't want to ruin his night, he was clearing looking forward to it all day.

Jack felt Mark shift around, and he quickly forced himself away from where he was mentally. He thought about the dream he had the other night. Why wasn't he dying? He was hanging from a noose after all, and his feet were obviously off the ground. He could even feel the rope getting tighter, but he wasn't struggling to breathe.

Rough lips met his, pulling him out of his thoughts. "Ready?" 

Jack could feel his eyes widen at the sight of Frank's face hovering inches above his own, eyes dark with lust, and breath fanning across his own face. He shook his head frantically, pushing himself back into the pillows. He thought it was a rhetorical question, and closed his eyes shut, mentally preparing himself for whatever was about to happen.

"Jack, what's wrong?" Mark asked, concerned at his boyfriends change in behavior.

"I just, I - Frank, I can't, I'm sorry." Jack stumbled over his words, scared his boyfriend would act the as any other time he turned him down on something he wasn't ready for. Mark sat back, grabbing his sweatpants - tossing Jack his own boxers off the floor - and tugging them on to cover himself, looking to the door. He stopped a few steps short of it. "Don't you ever remember Blair? And what she did to you?"

"I told you, she was fucked up, I was drunk, but I loved her, and I can only hope she loved me too. I don't remember it as rape, more like hooking up. Besides, it doesn't matter. You're not ready, I'm just going to go to bed."

"Please stay," Jack let out, so soft it was like a whimper, he didn't even think Mark heard him, or that he would listen to him. But he did, or he just didn't want to go upstairs. He curled up behind Jack, pulling the covers over both of them.

"I'm sorry." Jack said again, holding Mark's hands in front of his chest, closing his eyes. 

"It's, it's not your fault. Don't worry about it." The warm breath dancing across his neck and back was calming this time, and Jack was content with being held. 

ayyyye i probably, with my irregular ass self, wont update for another 26 years now. hopefully not bc i rllly know the pain of waiting for a new chapter to come out but i get the struggle behind staying with a schedule. anyways.