All For You

🥀 chapter 2 🥀

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And I know that she's capable of anything, it's riveting

Jackson stared at Mark's calm face as he slept.

Dry tears were present on his face, but to Jackson, he still looked ethereal.

Jackson smoothened the stress lines that were stuck on Mark's forehead.

Jackson kissed Mark's plump lips then closed his eyes, Mark's beautiful face forever stuck in his mind.

Mark opened his dry eyes.

He looked at his surroundings and noticed the white walls.

He had fallen asleep in the hospital again.

Mark looked at Jackson's sleeping face and smiled.

When Jackson slept, he had the cutest pout etched on his lips.

Mark loved when Jackson was asleep because it was when he believed the most that everything was going to be okay.

He kissed Jackson's entire face before slowly getting up from the bed to avoid waking up Jackson, to get ready for his work at the coffee shop.

But when you wake up she's always gone, gone, gone

Jackson opened his eyes as soon as he heard the door closed

The hospital bed was now barely warm without Mark with him on it.

Jackson sighed as a tear slipped out of his eye.

Mark was too focused on the fact on working to get money for Jackson to get better but what he hasn't realized was that it was too late to change things.

Jackson just wanted to spend time with the one person who he has only loved before he passes away.

Before it's too late.

In the night she hears him calling
In the night she's dancing to relieve the pain
She'll never walk away (I don't think you understand)

After Mark finished his performance that for sure will receive him a full pay, he had gone down to serve some drinks to the customers.

As he was about to leave after serving a table some drinks, someone grasped his arm, almost making him drop the tray full of drinks.

He turned around and saw a man in his early 30's with light honey colored hair smiling sinfully at him.

"I'll give you extra pay if you give me a lap dance and allow me to touch you," the man had offered.

All for Jackson.

"Follow me then," Mark immediately replied.

In the night when she comes crawling
Dollar bills and tears keep falling down her face

Mark quickly walked past the receptionist, way past visiting hours.

He had just gotten off of work with the stash of money hidden inside his pocket.

$760 total in cash.

He was wondering if it was really worth it with the tears streaming down his face and the bruises scattered around his body.

The man had definitely touched him and made sure he left marks and fingerprints.

Throughout the entire time they were alone, he had been chanting "all for Jackson" like it was some sort of mantra.

He had earned extra $360 from the lap dance but he still wondered if it was worth it to get the colorful bruises that would be on him for weeks.

But he quickly passed the thought as he thought that he was doing this for the man he loved the most.

He loved Jackson more than he loved himself.

Mark gently opened Jackson's door with blurry vision.

The only thing he could hear was Jackson's breathing and the sound of the heart monitor machine.

Seeing some of the empty space on Jackson's right side, Mark immediately dove in beside him carefully to not disturb Jackson from his rest, also to not let him see his tears.

As Mark closed his eyes, he could remember the way the man had manhandled, gripping his hips tightly, slapping him, holding on to his wrists tightly, etc.

Because Mark was so lost in his thoughts, he hadn't noticed that he was sobbing loudly and Jackson's heavy stare placed on him.

Jackson caressed Mark's cheek, causing Mark to quickly open his wet eyes.

Jackson frowned as he saw Mark's beautiful eyes surrounded by tears.

He wiped the tears that were sliding down Mark's smooth skin.

"What's wrong baby," Jackson asked softly.

Mark bit his lip to stop the incoming sob as he started shaking his head.

"Nothing's wrong, don't worry," Mark lied.

Jackson grabbed Mark's wrist to hold his hand but was quickly in shock when Mark's pulled his arm away as if Jackson burned him.

Jackson gave him a cold stare.

"Mark, let me see your wrist," Jackson demanded.

Mark hid his wrists, hiding the red hand prints.

Jackson kissed Mark hard, making him distracted allowing Jackson to softly grasp his hand to examine his arm.

Mark pulled away from Jackson as he realized what he just did, but it was too late as Jackson already saw.

What Jackson saw enraged him.

One angry, red handprint etched on each of Mark's snowy white wrists.

"Who did this to you," Jackson asked angrily.

Mark kept his mouth shut.

"Mark. Who did this shit to you?" Jackson shouted.

Mark flinched.

"A customer," Mark whispered quietly, but Jackson heard him loud and clear.

Jackson quickly took off Mark's shirt to witness the shades of brown, purple, and blue bruises scattered all over his body.

Without knowing what to do, Mark just laid there, staring at Jackson, waiting for him to react.

Then Mark started to feel soft, gentle, but loving pecks all over his body.

Mark looked at Jackson with tears welling around his eyes as his lover kissed every single mark the man had left behind.

It was all for you, Mark wanted to tell him.