Smut on the pole

Love you like I'll lose you

A/N
Hey guys. So I'm going on a medication in about a month or so that will make me constantly tired; it's for my heart. So I'm not sure how tired it'll make me. So warning in advance if I don't publish a part for a while over the next 2 months or so. But I'll do my best to keep up with updates.
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Marks POV
I carry Jack up to my apartment bridal style. Well really I couldn't carry him up the stairs loft; even though he'd decided to argue with me that I had to carry him up the stairs... But he laughed the whole time so I knew he was taking the piss. I won since we're currently together in the elevator. I keep him in my arms in the elevator. His arms are wrapped around the back of my neck, snuggling himself into my chest with an adorable smile on his face. I smile seeing it and my mind shifts into a loving father mindset. I place a gentle kiss on his head.
Jacks eyes remain closed, probably taking in the moment. His breathing relaxed and slow. Woke up late' by The Drax Project playing in the background as elevator music.
I kiss his forehead. Still his eyes don't open, his smile becoming a content smaller smile. So I figure he must of begun drifting himself into sleep as usual. For him, trying to walk again always seemed to drain his energy. His eyes would barely be able to remain open by the time we would get the entrance of the hotel.
Thats why I always asked the hotel staff to take my keys of my car and grab Jacks walking/ moving equipment.

I rolled my eyes playfully with a smile. Lifting him up in my drooping arms supporting his sleeping body. Eventually my guess was confirmed with just audible snore from him reaching my ears. I smile and chuckle a little.

"Sleep well my little Green Angel" I whisper and kiss his head again before the doors to my apartment opened. The sky outside the windows was a beautiful ombre of colors. The sun setting with a beautiful peachy sunset spreading across the sky. The mountains and tress becoming simple small silhouettes. I smile wishing Jack was awake to see this, he'd love the view. But he needed his rest, I knew how tired he would be after today as soon as the day had started.
I carry him to my- well our bedroom, laying him gently on the bed and pulling the sheets over him. Kissing his forehead before deciding to just lay in bed with him. It had been a long day for him, and I just want to make sure he's okay. Cautiously I walk to the dressing table with a large mirror on top. Slightly admiring myself. I slide my suit jacket off, placing it on the dressing table before removing my blue tie and white undershirt till I was left in just my underwear. I change into boxers and flex in the mirror. Since the shooting at the club and having to care for Jack, I'd gained a little muscle from having to hold him to stand and carry him everywhere. I smile at myself in the mirror with a wink. Catching a glimpse of Jacks sleeping for in the bed from the mirror. Turning, I walk back to the bed. Taking a glance at the radiating light of the alarm clock on the bedside table, displaying it was 7:45 pm.
Pulling the bed sheets up, I slip under the sheets cautiously and carefully to insure I didn't wake him. Pulling them back over myself before cuddling my arms around Jacks middle section where his ribs were. Hanging loosely so I didn't constrict his breathing.
My arms moved with his rising and falling chest with his slowed breaths. His legs did a twitch which the physio person said they would do that till they fully worked again, that it was just the muscles strengthening again. He turns in my arms, now facing me. I smile and pull him into my chest. His warm breath on my neck with his adorable snores. Gently running a hand over his hair repeatedly as if he were a cat. I didn't really feel sleepy, so I remained awake, admiring him in his most vulnerable state. His peaceful face with his eyes closed ever so delicately, not clenched shut. His slightly split apart pink lips showing a little glimpse of his white teeth. Messy green hair atop his head from me petting him. He was still fully clothed. This was love, this was the man I truly loved, the man I know is the one I truly love into happy forever after. Love isn't just sex and making love, no. It's the feeling they give you as soon as they pop into your mind. I could be love sick, but there's no one I'd rather be love sick for than Jack. For him I'd become a love sick puppy and whimper and cry if he left me. If I lost him... I'd lose myself too. A whole chunk of me would of gone with him. I would never be the same, never be able to remain without him.

Eventually after cuddling him for about 3 hours...I think? I hadn't really looked at my alarm clock to be honest. I'd much rather look at Jack. Others may find it weird to admire someone when they were asleep. But really, it was one of the best feelings ever. You admire how much you really love them. How much you admire them even when they aren't talking or awake. My eyes grow heavy, but I refuse to let them close, keeping them open long enough to admire Jack one last time before and I gladly shut them. A smile the last thing I wore on my face before I swirled into the darkness of sleep.