Smut on the pole

||Nighty Night||

A/N: ... I... F- 4k reads?! YOU GUYS ARE FUDGING AMAZIIIIIIIIIING!!! THANK YOUUUUUU!!! Also... I uh... I'm sorry but updates will be coming out later because I need time for homework and sorting myself out. Also because I know I say it a lot but depression is a long lasting battle. Thanks for those of you who understand <3

Jacks POV
"Jack..." Mark pulls away from the kiss. We both inhale deep heavy breaths that our lungs so desperately needed. I wanted to keep going, cum twice in him, I wasn't used to being the dominant in our relationship so it felt so good to be. But despite the glorious feeling of being dominant, it had to end eventually... Unfortunately for me it was now because my member felt raw from going in him without anything.

"Mark... I-I can't do it again, I'm sorry it's a bit too raw now" to my disappointment in myself I tell him. Awkwardly rubbing the back of my neck. Mark understands and carefully gets himself off to cause less pain as possible, which I'm thankful for.

"Understandable, I understand how that feels... I'll admit I'm a bit sore too" he chuckles as he lays beside me as I stare blankly at the ceiling, breathing heavily. I know how you feel now whenever I fuck you good" he smirks. "Not that I'll complain" I catch Mark smiling out the corner of my eyes as he stares up at the ceiling too. His hand slithering over the sheets to my hand, threading his fingers through mine. I sigh happily as I relax, thinking how much I love my life. Having a job that I love doing, eager to get back on my pole and strut my poses to the howling, whistling and cheering audience as they encourage me. A place to live with a luxury roof over my head which to me was too nice from where I came from... A dull house that looked as if it should have abandoned with the amount of damage and black mold of the wallpaper.
I smile as I turn my head to look at Mark, the main reason I loved my life. My life literally lays next to me as I smile wider at him with a loving chuckle that he returns. Argh I can't help but stare at his face, the way he smiles is amazing and contagious, the way his cheeks move up with his smile and form crows feet at the corners of his eyes. His narrow eyes because of his ethnicity, beautiful brown staring back at me.
His loving ways, giving me options of what I want, caring about how I feel about situations, so many reasons that make him amazing.

Marks POV
"Mark?" Jack prompts a question. I lift an eyebrow and hum in response. He sighs, "When we open the pole dancing club back up- Nevermind, I don't know where I was going with that" he stops himself. I sit up and look at him.

"No, continue" I encourage. Jack shakes his head, refusing to continue. I stand up, getting off the bed and getting clothes in my arms.

"What are you doing?" Jack asks, I turn around to see him sitting on the edge of the bed. Tilting his head at me.

"I'm going to have a shower?" I question why he's questioning me. He looks away from me, looking at himself. "You coming?" I wink at him. He doesn't hesitate, racing up from the bed, beating me to the bathroom. I'm surprised he didn't trip... He's still healing after all. But I don't question it. It's good seeing him recovering so well, not only because I love him, but because that means soon we can reopen the club. Tyler is still slightly affected of Ethan's death, but he wants to continue working for the club for Ethan, because he knew how much Ethan would dedicate to working, entertaining and pleasing others. Amy and Wiishu aka Singe were ready for the clubs reopening. All we were waiting for was Jack, then we would all decide what needs changing or updating in the club as a team. So that when we do finally reopen, it will be spectacular. New bouncers, new security, cameras everywhere, no pills allowed no matter what they are prescribed for- they will be confiscated at the doors if they want entry.

"Mark, hurry up!" Jack snaps me from my thoughts as I feel a hand around my wrist. I hadn't even noticed that he had collected his clothes and clean towels for once we were done.

"We take too many showers" I chuckle, he bursts into laughter and agrees. Turning the shower on, steam filling the white tilled space. Jack walks towards the door, closing and locking it, flicking the switch, activating the steam extractor fan. The steam slowly but eventually clearing enough to see where we were. "Oh I can finally see!" I joke. "Is that the light I see?" I continuously blink. Acting like a complete idiot.

"Oh very funny" he laughs, playfully punching my arm. I fake sniffle, faking that I was going to cry. "And we wouldn't take as many showers if we didn't have so so much messy sex" he shrugs with a laugh. I laugh, he was right in all honesty. We get in the shower together, having the odd kiss but no wet shower sex, we had enough for tonight. I yelp feeling Jacks hand squeeze me ass, a smirk on his face. I roll my eyes.

"Bad boy~" I tease as I turn the shower off. Getting out and wrapping a towel around myself then collecting my clothes from the floor. Moving to the bedroom, placing my clothes on the bed... then realizing it was night time so why was I getting dressed into clothes? So I moved to the dresser, pulling out and getting dressed into my pajamas. Jack coming out in boxers and a shirt, he knew better than I did to have pajamas. I stretch and yawn, not caring what the time was before lifting the covers and getting into bed. Open my arms for Jack to come and snuggle into, he does so and snuggles into my chest. His body radiating comforting warmth as we fall asleep.