The Master Of Submission

Part 44

Mark let out a chuckle, hopping out around the divider to escape Jack's reach. Jack wanted to at least swat him for putting him through all this humiliation. In doing so, he had stepped out from the divider himself. Allowing Declan to see what Mark had done to him. Declan slipped a cigarette between his lips, covering the end with his hand as his flicked on his lighter to ignite the end. Jack tried to discreetly slip back behind the divider before Declan saw him. Except that Declan glanced out of the corner of his eye, telling him around his cigarette playfully. "Looking good there, паренек." Jack blushed a deep red, half hiding behind the divider as Mark told Declan with a smile. "He's cute, isn't he? He's a little self-conscious about it." Declan inhaled through his cigarette a second, letting a cloud of white smoke leave his mouth as he answered with a casual shrug. "It's not really my place to say that he is, or isn't. Even if he is."

Declan smirked then, giving Jack a little wink, before asking him curiously. "что с этим не так? You're Irish. Don't ever be ashamed of that." Jack rolled his eyes, grumbling out to him. "The jokes get old. Besides, he wants me to go out there and do a cereal ad!" Declan snorted, pulling the cigarette slowly from his mouth to say with a suggestive smile. "Jack... Who doesn't want to get lucky with an Irishmen? You practically invented the line about 'Getting lucky.' Just go out there a show them why." Jack shrank farther behind the divider wall, mumbling out. "I think I'm going to be sick..." Mark moved up beside him, asking tenderly. "You know you don't have to go out there." Declan put his cigarette back into his mouth, playfully scolding out. "Oh yes, he does! I've got fifty bucks on him that he'll beat Ben." Mark shot him a slight smile. Jack wanted to smile, but his stomach was so tied up in knots that he felt like he might hurl any second.

Jack slid down to his knees, taking deep breaths to calm himself. This was worse than the nerves he had during his first solo panel. He thought he might even pass out. Declan puffed his cigarette, pulling a flask out from his back pocket. Declan moved closer, taking a knee to hand him the flask. Jack shook his head, but Declan refused to take it away, telling him soothingly. "Just take a swig or two. It will stop ya from shaking at the least." Jack reluctantly accepted the flask carefully between his puppy paw gloves, giving the open nozzle a quick sniff. He recognized the smell almost instantly. It smelled like creamy coffee and Cookie dough vodka. Jack knew how strong the stuff was, but took a few swigs anyway. Mark glanced at Declan, curiously asking him with concern. "What is in that?" Declan wiggled his eyebrows playfully, answering. "The life blood of mother Russia. Vodka." Mark's eyes went wide and he snatched the flask from Jack's hands, telling Declan sharply. "What are you doing?! Jack is a light weight!"

Jack hiccupped from drinking it too fast and Mark looked at him horrified. Declan took the flask from Mark, taking a swig or two himself, before telling him seriously. "Relax. I watered it down a bit with some coffee liqueur." Mark's jaw dropped and he snapped out. "That isn't watering it down! How much was in there!" Declan glanced at his flask, thinking for a moment before saying softly. "Well... I had coffee liqueur in there first, but when I started to run low, I filled the rest up with vodka. Why?" Mark grabbed Declan's shirt, raising his fist to say sternly. "I'm gonna-" Kate stepped into the tent then, interrupting Mark as she bellowed out. "What is taking you guys so damn long? Declan, I told you to find them and give me their answer..." Kate stopped to take in the scene, her eyebrow slowly rising as she asked curiously. "What did I miss?" Jack hiccupped again and started to giggle. Mark released Declan, telling Kate sternly. "He may have gotten Jack drunk." Kate rushed forward to look over Jack. Jack knocked her hand away, stating out semi-blunt. "I'm fine. Honest. I feel good."

Kate turned his chin toward her to lock eyes with him, before telling the others. "He looks alright. Just don't give him anymore right now if you want him to go on." Jack pushed her hand off his face, commenting confidently. "I want to go on. I'm feeling good now." Kate glanced at Declan, then did a double take. Quickly she yanked the cigarette from his mouth, snapping out seriously. "What did I tell you? My condition on being your sub is for you to stop fucking smoking!" Declan rolled his eyes and she stomped on the cigarette out in the grass with her large gothic boot. Declan winced, probably thinking it was a waste. Jack climbed to his feet, while Mark grabbed his shoulders, asking him gently. "Jack... Are you sure you want to do this?" Jack rolled his eyes with a small smile. He had only had a few swigs. He was fine. His muscles felt loose and the majority of his nerves were gone. He felt warm and fuzzy inside. He could do this.