Pure~Markson

Gym

Mark clawed at Jackson's pants, desperate beyond words for him.

"No, no, no," Jackson grabbed his wrists and held them behind his back. He pulled his own pants down, along with his boxers. Of course, he was already hard, how could he not be when Mark had been teasing him like that?

He climbed on top of him and held both of their dicks together. Mark had never come more than once, at least not that he knew of, but that would be tested today.

"Fuck, oh my god," His wrists were fighting to get out of Jackson's, but being the small, fragile boy he was, there was no chance.

"Keep still, or you're not cumming anytime soon," Jackson stroked them tightly, making sure to put pressure on the vein in Mark's dick.

"Jackson - - " He came fairly quick, spewing out all over his chest and somewhat on his hand.

Jackson let him regain his composure before picking him up and trapping him against the lockers.

"W - What are you doing?" Mark looked at him with shock. This was a public place, they'd make a mess, they'd get caught, they'd get arrested. God, he really was dating a rebel.

"What does it look like I'm doing...I'm fucking you into the lockers."

Mark practically let out a scream as Jackson roughly thrust into him. His pace didn't cease, either, and the lockers creaked and jangled behind him.

Suddenly, Jackson heard the door open and close. He clamped his hand over Mark's mouth and momentarily stopped.

"Hello?" Oh god, it was Jooheon. "Jackson? Mark?"

A devilish, insanely daring thought popped into his head. Jackson continued to thrust into him as rough as before, but softer, so it made less noise. Mark had a look of complete and utter embarrassment on his face.

He uncovered his mouth. "Answer him, Mark."

"I - I...Y - Yes?"

"Have you seen Jackson? Chaelin is looking for him."

If only he knew where he was and what he was doing right now.

"N - No?" He tried to say believably. "You should...ngh..g - go and look for him."

"Oh...Okay," Jooheon said, a bit psyched out. The door shut again and Mark let out a moan of relief.

"You handled that so well....Was it nice to have him in here? Talking to you while you're all vulnerable and out in the open like this? If he would've walked around the lockers, oh man, who knows what would've happened."

"Fuck - Agh," Mark's claws dug into his shoulders, immediately leaving red marks behind.

But really, they could get caught, and Jackson knew that. He decided to speed it up a bit for Mark, considering he was close himself. Grabbing his cock in his hand, he pumped it just how he knew it would send Mark over the edge: Fast, hard, and tight.

And it did. He spilled, for the second time, all over Jackson. The sight of his boyfriend in so much pleasure and blissed out dragged him through possibly the best orgasm he'd ever had.

Jackson set him back down on the bench, both panting and covered in a thin layer of sweat. He leaned his head against the lockers. "Damn."

Then, he realized, Mark and his weak self had fallen asleep. Jackson shook his head and got both of them dressed.

***

With Mark in his arms, he walked out to the front counter where Jooheon was.

"Hey, can he sleep behind here?"

"Sure," Jooheon moved aside a bit.

"Hey, thanks again for helping me with this."

"No problem," He laughed nervously. "After you helped set me up with Chaelin, I owed you."

Jackson smiled down at Mark, fast asleep by Jooheon's feet. That was, by far, the craziest thing they'd ever done and wondered how Mark would act once he woke up. He hoped that he wouldn't be mad at him or distance himself because of it.

Either way, Jackson would still love him.