The Master Of Submission

Part 38

Mark reluctantly broke their kiss, when Declan cleared his throat. Jack laid his head back against the mat, panting breathlessly as Mark turned his head in Declan's direction. Declan patted Mark's shoulder, telling him casually. "I think you two are more than ready for the Pet Park. So, I guess that I can release you for the event tomorrow. Try to get some rest." Declan fished a key out if his pocket, handing it off to Mark as he added with a smirk. "Also, You might want to think of an activity to preform together. Something less... enticing than that performance. There will be puppies present." Mark chuckled taking the key and sitting back on his heels. Trevor straightened up from rubbing Ben's shoulders, asking tentatively. "What about us?" Declan glanced at Kate, who answered for him in a warm voice. "You two require a bit more attention. We'll be keeping you for another hour or two." Trevor's shoulders fell, but Mark told him positively. "I've just had more time to develop a bond with Jack. That it all." 

Trevor nodded, though he didn't meet Mark's eyes. Mark climbed to his feet to stretch, while Declan shifted closer to Trevor to tell him. "It's evident that they have these down because they have known each other longer. Without them here, we can help you more." Mark huffed, grumbling out. "You make it sound like WE are the problem." Kate winked at them, purring out. "You're a distraction. Between Jack's moans and the way you hand him... They won't be able to keep their eyes off you in the Pet Park." Jack stiffly tried to rise up onto his feet with Mark's help. Jack's legs felt like jello. Declan gestured to the key in Mark's hand, telling him bluntly. "I'm afraid that room is much smaller than mine. However, it should have the things to suit your needs." Mark picked up the toys, before leading Jack out by his arm without another word. Leaving Kate and Declan to turn their full attention on Trevor. Just outside the doors, Jack stumbled up against the hallway wall. His legs were having trouble supporting his weight for long.

Mark chuckled, leaning up against the wall in front of him to ask curiously. "Are you going to be alright?" Jack nodded, replying stubbornly. "Ya. I just need to rest before we go upstairs." Mark crossed his arms, smugly stating out. "You're going to walk up two flights of stairs after the abuse I put your legs through?" Jack lifted his chin defiantly, pushing off the wall as he shot back. "Yes. I'm stronger than I look." Jack started to walk and to his dismay, his legs buckled not even able to bend enough to get up the first step. Mark caught him before he collapsed across the stairs, pulling him back against him by his hips. Jack glanced over his shoulder, sticking his tongue out at Mark playfully. Mark surprised him by leaning in to kiss him, causing his tongue to retreat before Mark could take control of it. Jack turned in Mark's arm to kiss him better. Mark push him back against the railing, kissing him without a care in the world. The hallway was empty. There was no one around to stop their lingering kiss.

When Jack had to pull back for air, Mark pressed his forehead to Jack's whispering out breathlessly to him. "We should find that room." A blush burned up Jack's cheeks as he mumbled out. "I'm spent." A deep throaty growl left Mark as he nuzzled his face into Jack's neck to purr out. "You are. I'm not." Jack giggled and flinched away as Mark's scruffy beard tickled his neck. Mark let him lean away, but soon after hefted Jack up into his arms. Jack wrapped his arms around Mark's neck, hoping Mark wouldn't drop him. He wasn't used to being picked up. Yet, Mark always seemed to be carrying him somewhere. Not bothering to fight it, Jack rested his head on Mark's warm shoulder as he climbed the steps. Jack loved how warm Mark was. It was like snuggling with a cozy blanket on a cold day. He didn't even know that he had drifted off, until Mark cleared his throat guiltily.

Jack opened his eyes, listening to Mark mumble out. "Jack... I've got to put you down. I can't open the door." Jack lifted his head off Mark's shoulder to see they were in front of a door. Carefully, Mark set Jack down and dug threw his pocket for the key. Jack rubbed his tired eyes with a deep light sigh. He was more tired than he had thought. Mark opened the door, reaching inside to flick on the lights. The room was much smaller than Declan's had been, but was still decorated about the same. The only major difference was there was no stripper pole stage. In its place was just a small jacuzzi tub. Jack slowly stepped inside, his eyes on the bed. The silk sheets and fluffy pillows looked so welcoming. Mark dropped the toys and the room key on a chair, commenting casually. "Not bad. It works for now." Jack waited for Mark to turn and saw his eyes widened a little in shock.