The Only Exception // (GOT7 Markson)

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I take Mark's lips back into my own before he can answer, my lewd confession was more of a statement rather than a question.

His light moan grumbles under our passionate kiss. Only this time there's a hint of trepidation, as if he's running the thought of me fucking him through his mind. I can physically feel him weighing the thoughts in his mind.

"It's okay if you don't want to, Mark. I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I love what we're doing." I assure him, because being perfectly honest I wasn't expecting things to even get as far as they did tonight. I'm not even sure if Mark expected it, either.

"No, Jacks. It's not that." Mark sputters out, "I think I'm ready."

There's intensity in Mark's face, and his lips are pursed tightly.

"You think?" I echoed with one raised eyebrow. This isn't exactly something I want a rushed answer on.

"I've made my mind up." Mark says then, his head nodding as if he's agreeing with himself. "At this point, right now, here with you, I know I won't regret it if we did do it."

"I just want you to be sure." I said with a breath.

Half-lidded, lips parted, and sweat forming on his forehead, Mark nods. "I am. Trust me."

I smile, kneeling down to Mark's face again to plant a quick peck on his lips.

"I'll be right back then." I say, disappearing out of the room wearing a lot less than what I had on when I first entered the room.

The condo is pitch black now, all of the evening sunset now replaced with a night sky. Wall-E is playing again in the living room, probably on repeat.

I bounce around the hallway, digging through closets and drawers, eagerly searching for the lube and condom stash that Mandy had promised she bought me.

The tiles on the floor were cold on my feet, and running around the house nearly naked was starting to kill my high.

After a minute of looking I gave up ever finding it in the living room or kitchen, and instead headed to the bathroom at the end of the hall. It had to be there, I thought.

I looked behind the mirror, nothing but Q-Tips and lotion. I checked under the sink, still nothing.

Puzzled, I rested my hand onto my head, wondering quickly to myself if Mark would mind me taking off for a quick drive to the convenience store down the block.

Before I could delve any further into that thought, he called out for me.

"Jackson?" his voice was cold and stern.

I glided back to the room and popped the door open. "I'm sorry, I don't know where I left my... you know, protection and stuff."

Mark was slowly dressing himself now, his face was hard and his movements were determined.

"Is everything okay? What's happening?" I asked, not sure of what exactly was happening.

"I'm leaving, that's what." He answered coldly, not bothering to look at me.

"I'm sorry... I don't understand. I thought we..." I choked out, slowly making my way towards the bed. "I thought we were having a good night."

Mark didn't answer; he was already gathering his jacket that was on the floor, eager to get out of my presence it seemed.

"Mark, wait." I said, putting my hand onto his arm when he got near me.

"Move please." He said, his empty dark eyes now finally meeting with mine. I stared hard at him, my confusion plain on my face.