Welcoming Committee - Markson

196 - F

Mark was lying in his bed, smiling softly to himself as he stared up at his not-boyfriend straddling him. Above, Jackson was happily scrolling through Mark's phone gallery, stopping every once in a while to tease the boy about screenshotted images and particularly fuckboy-esque selfies. 

Mark casually had his hands on Jackson's thighs, filled with an almost overwhelmingly calm feeling. It was a perfectly satisfying moment, and the overwhelming aspect came from the fact that a few months ago, Mark had been stressing so much over his feelings that he lost sleep. Now, the only reason he lost sleep was because Jackson was the type to want to stay up all night during sleepovers, as if it was some sort of huge accomplishment. That, and the experience of being awake in the very early morning, before the sun, gave off a feeling of being peacefully alone. It felt like that was the time that magic could happen, and it did, in some ways. 

"Hey, what's this piercing album?" 

Mark hummed, not interested enough to actually explain anything, not even bothering to open his eyes. "You can open it."

Jackson had already done that, but he smiled when Mark gave him permission, and he scrolled through the various pictures that Mark had saved, until he found one of a tongue piercing. 

"What is this? You want a tongue piercing?"

"A tongue frenulum, yeah. I like how it looks. I actually thought about getting it soon. What do you think about it? "

Jackson didn't see why he would possibly have a say in what Mark wanted to do to his body, but he was happy that Mark was considering his opinion anyways. 

"I guess it's kind of cool. And easy to hide, so your parents won't freak out." Jackson grimaced, "or your aunt and uncle. Sorry."

Mark smiled, "it's nothing. I actually told my dad about it though. He thinks it's a stupid teen thing, but he didn't say no, so...." 

"Can I come with?"

"Yeah, sure, that sounds great to me. You can watch someone else all up in my mouth for once." 

Mark grunted out a laugh when Jackson punched his stomach, peeking an eye open to grin at him.

"How about this weekend?"

"Mark, this weekend ends tomorrow."

"Tomorrow then. We can go to a tattoo place, they do walk ins."

"Oh, what the hell, let's do it."

"Mark grinned, "tomorrow then."

Jackson grinned, "You're getting a piercing, wow. I wonder how it will feel for me-" 

Mark sat up abruptly, and Jackson lost his words once he was staring into Mark's glinting eyes. Mark's phone fell next to them, abandoned despite it's various games. The two teenagers knew of some far more entertaining activities. 

"How it will feel for you?" Mark smirked slightly, leaning closer to whisper in Jackson's ear. "Where exactly, are you thinking of my tongue being?"

Jackson blushed, pushing Mark away and stuttering through a few indignant denials of dirty thoughts. 

Mark only grinned, pausing before his back hit the bed, and sitting back up. 

"You know, I can't believe that I used to think you were a quiet, well behaved guy. You really shouldn't have tricked me like that, it makes me surprised when you talk like that." 

Mark chuckled,  "I was raised in LA, you can't blame me. Besides, I'm not like BamBam, I only say these things when we're alone."

Jackson lifted his head, considering Mark's excuse. "Still. You're so naughty." 

"And you're the one sitting on my..." Mark stopped speaking when Jackson gave him a playful glare. "Not that I'm complaining or anything." Mark's hands trailed farther up Jackson's legs, dangerously so. 

"What do you think you're doing?" 

"Whatever you want me to," Mark grinned, pressing his forehead against Jackson's. 

Jackson was left to think of what exactly it was that he wanted. Besides a confession, and a wedding, and lots of kids, and possibly a puppy - no, definitely a puppy.

"You know," Mark mumbled, "when I get the piercing, I'm not supposed to stress my tongue too much, so it can heal nicely." Jackson was very distracted by Mark's hot breath and wandering hands, so he didn't bother responding. "That means I can't really kiss you kiss you for a month."

"I'm suddenly opposed to the piercing idea," Jackson whispered, pressing a short kiss to Mark's lips.

"I'll make it up to you after, I promise. Besides, imagine how it will feel, to you," Mark teased. 

"That's not fair, I was serious Mark," Jackson pulled away, looking offended. 

"So am I." Mark laughed, "you know, you really do remind me of a puppy." 

"What, because I'm impossibly cute?" 

Mark smiled, "yeah, and because I really fucking like puppies."

Jackson bit his lip to hide the enormous smile threatening to erupt on his face. "Well, if you can't kiss me for a month, let's make the most of this time, then." 

Mark grinned, leaning back with Jackson, "if that's what you want, I'm not saying no."

"Then shut up, and show me what I'll be missing for a month."

× fun fact y'all the tongue piercing that Mark might have is likely a tongue frenulum piercing and I'm 98% sure I'm gonna get it ×

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