The Third Party // { markson } ✅ COMPLETED ✅

Chapter 3

There were hands caressing his skin and he shivered at how one simple touch affects his body. He didn't even know that his body has the ability to feel that way. He felt electrocuted and yet he was enjoying the pleasure it gives. His lips parted to give out a silent moan and whimpered when a hand firmly grips his sides, warming it up and he had never felt so protected and secured. There was a bubble somewhere in his chest. He couldn't pinpoint where it came from because it suddenly exploded inside of him.

And then he realizes that he was naked. He didn't know when the other removed his clothes because he had lost completely the urge to ask him when there were hands smoothing down his long legs. It felt ticklish but the warmth radiating from it makes it all bearable. Those big hands rested comfortably at the top of his knee before it glides down and around to his calf, feeling every inch of his skin reacts to the other's touches.

Mark wanted to moan again but was soon replaced with a yelp when his legs were grabbed at the inside of his knees to spread it apart, leaving him open and defenseless. He could imagine how he looked right now - hair disheveled, dazed eyes, parted lips and flushed face. He didn't know what to make out of it because all he could think of is the lips caressing his abdomen. His mind went blank when those lips went down further and suddenly all he could feel was pain.

"Ow." Mark grunted as his hands flew to the small of his back. He forcefully opened his eyes to see where he is, squinting a little bit at the sudden brightness shooting mercilessly in his eyes. He looked around and saw that he was on the ground with his butt hurting like it was on fire. What a childish way to wake up, he thought. He hadn't expected that of him.

Sighing, he planted his palms on the edge of his bed and lifted himself up. He stretched his sore limbs and sighed at the crack of his bones. His eyes fell on his digital clock and he stared owlishly at it as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He crawled across his bed and almost stumbled in his own hands trying to support his body as he reached for the said clock because holy fucking shit it was already nine in the morning. My routine and Jackson's practice! He mentally screamed while sprinting off towards his bathroom.

His classes won't start until one in the afternoon but since he was in a routine, he basically slept in. He knew it. He absolutely knew that this was going to happen and yet he got no one to blame but partly himself and partly Jackson, his best friend, because he didn't stop talking until it was three in the morning. An hour passed after he called Jackson, Mark was already begging the latter to let him sleep and that he can continue telling his stories the next day. But Jackson was so adamant to finish the whole thing off. Mark wondered if Jackson knew he was calling because it felt like the latter had prepared everything like the sequence of the events and how to describe it all out in details so that Mark would be able to picture it.

In the end, it seemed like he stayed the whole night awake which in this case was the event that Mark was trying to avoid. He mentally thanked Jackson in sarcasm as he scrubbed his body under the warm shower. And the dream that had been forgotten suddenly came back flooding his mind. His hands stilled and he blushed at the realization that it was Jackson in his dreams. It was like a wet dream and yet it wasn't too. He blushed more - if that was even possible - when he couldn't deny the fact that he enjoyed it. He felt so guilty because Jackson doesn't even know that Mark was having dreams of him naked and ravishing his body.

Your fucking routine! His mind screamed and Mark snapped out of his daze. He had no time to think of sexy Jackson right now so he washed all the soap away from his body and grabbed his towel, rubbing it slightly on his hair before wrapping it around his hips. He dashed out of his bathroom and went to open his closet, rummaging through his clothes and pulling out a pair of boxers. He slipped into his clothes at a speed that he didn't know he possessed then the next second he was already in front of the mirror, combing his hair.