Smut on the pole

I hate everything about you

Jacks POV
My body suddenly decides to surface from the coma like sleep I'd been in. Images of my dream flashing through my head recounting what I could remember. It was a nightmare... My father had found Mark and I in the stripclub and tried to kill me. But Mark had knocked him out then Mark turned to me and cuddled me... But somehow my Father had gotten up and had a knife, I looked up at Mark as he yells out in pain. His terrified expression branded into my brain as I watch him slump to his knees and his shirt soaking up all the blood. Marks pupils had narrowed as he gazed down at his bleeding out chest before looking back up at me. I screamed loudly as I grabbed his hands, begging him to stay with me... But despite my efforts, his eyes had rolled into the back of his head and he fell forward and made no movements. Leaving my father to lunge at me with the knife... But his figure had changed, it was still him... But he looked like Anti, my evil counterpart.

I flutter my eyes open, finding Marks bare chest that I always find myself blushing whenever I see it; even though I've seen it so many times I can't count. I turn to look at the curtains to see if it's dark out, instantly hissing regretfully after opening my eyes to the light. Turning my head back into Marks chests wishing I hadn't looked at the blinding light. Mentally slapping myself as my eyes flash spots under my eyelids from looking at the bright sun rays shining through the blinds.
But I smile as I shut my eyes and snuggle up against Mark. Laying my ear on his chest and hearing his heart beating, giving me a relaxed sensation. Knowing my heart was falling into sync with his.
My body tangled within his warm arms that twitched a little. His hands loosely on my arse. I smile wider with a slight chuckle, he really couldn't help himself could he? But I didn't mind because I loved making Mark happy. I loved seeing him happy.
With my eyes shut, I try fall asleep again. Thinking of my happy place... Although, I already am in my happy place. But now that I was awake, sleep was distant and Im stuck wide awake. Yet I don't want to get up. I just want to stay like this all day. But my bladder has other plans. I curse under my breath at my bladder and wriggle out of Marks arms, doing the usual good person in a relationship move of not waking the other. Achieving it as I tiptoe to the hallway to the bathroom. I smile now that I didn't have to wake Mark up just so I could go to the bathroom; not anymore now since I could walk better. But I couldn't find my walking frame or wheel chair so I just leaned against walls and door knobs.
*you all know how the bathroom works*
The house was silent apart from the bubbling of the fish tank and the hushed hum of the fridge behind me as I walk to the cupboard and get bread to make toast. I sat on a bar stool at the breakfast bar as I wait for my toast. Going through my phones social media when suddenly I was startled by my ring tone going off with an unknown number. I hesitate, biting my lip before answering the call.
"H-Hello?" I say. There's no reply for a while, just heavy breathing... Well sounded more like tearful breathing but I guess they're close enough.

"Hello Sean" at the sound of the voice, my heart just drops into my stomach and burns. Tears raise to my eyes as I wince.

"D-Dad?!" I question in both fear and confusion. "H-How did you get my number?! Why are you calling?!"

" Your one and only." He evily chuckles. "And oh come on son, you should be happy that I'm calling. A father finds everything out. Like how I found out that you were in an incident after working at a gay strip club." My eyes widen.

"How'd you find that out?!"

"News, you dib-shit" I grit my teeth at his harsh yet playful tone. "I also know you're a full faggot now, dating that milionare Mark who owns the place you work at. I knew you were a whore. I bet you have sex with him a lot" Tears raise to my eyes but my blood boils in every vein.
"A father cares about his sons wellbeing-"

"You're not my father! I hate everything about you!"

Marks POV
I was woken by the sound of a scream then sobs following. Then another round of screaming and sobbing, much like a tantrum. I find Jacks missing from my arms and panic kicks in.
"I will never consider you my father! You never cared about my wellbeing! You never cared about me or Ma! When she died you showed nothing but the side of you she hated!! The one that you just care about making others lives a living hell because all you cared about was your fuckin drinking you fat drunken bastard!!!" Jack yells making my heart sink, knowing it was his father.

"Fuck! Is his dads here?!" I yell under my breath and rush out of bed, not caring for clothes as I scurry to locate and grab my pocket knife out of my Jeans on the floor by the dresser.

"You kicked me from home so why would you care about me suddenly?! Because I'm dating a rich guy?! Is that it, huh?!" Jack yells. Anger more than evident in his tone. I've never heard him so pissed off before.
"Oh so you think out of no where you can like me?! Think you can make up for all the years you made my life a living hell?! Yeah right!!! I don't want you in my life!!" I run into the main living area where his yells echoed from.
"You're not my family and you never will be!!!" Jack screams, I run into the room just in time to see him throw his phone to the ground. I wince hearing it smash and shatter with static of the control board shattering.