In his arms (Markson)

Five

Mark woke with a cramp in his neck and a dead phone. He can't believe he fell asleep on the couch in that awful position. He was leaning against the arm rest with his head flopped all the way back and his good leg hanging off the side. It took a few minutes before he could will himself to move. Everything seemed to creak, his muscles tight. He finally got to the sitting position when his doorbell rang. He shouted that he was coming and slowly got up, walking as quickly as his sore limping body would take him. He forgot his crutches and his knee felt like it was ten times as big as yesterday. He didn't bother looking through the peep hole and just opened the door, to his utter shock and disbelief it was Jinyoung. He was standing there looking all handsome in his work suit while Mark looked like hell.
"Why are you not dressed for work? I was gonna offer to drive you so we could talk." Marks scoffed and rolled his eyes as far back as he could get them.
"None of your business, and I don't have anything to say to you anyway." He backed away from the door and tried to shut it but Jinyoung was having none of that. He stepped in and pushed Mark against the wall, he yelled in pain and tried pushing him off.
"Mark, I want you back, I want to make love to you again." He whispered lowly. Mark was having a hard time controlling his laughter.
"We never made love, you dick!" He spat.
"We only fucked and you know it" Jinyoung's grip tightened.
"Well let's change that now then." He proceeded to try to grope Him while Mark was shoving as hard as he could but his arms were trapped and he had no leverage. He thought before that he missed this that he wanted Jinyoung to come and take him back but as he felt his lips on his neck he only felt disgust. Jinyoung kicked the door closed as Mark started to resist more.
"You know you want me back, you've been sulking here in your apartment since I left haven't you?" Mark shook his head frantically.
"No, no stop. If you do this it will be rape." Jinyoung stepped back in shock and started to walk away but not before he slapped Mark hard across the face. He swung the door open only to reveal a smiling Jackson who's face morphed into shock, anger, and jealousy all into one. Jinyoung pushed his way past him knocking the breakfast that Jackson brought for Mark to the floor. He watched the man walk away, he noticed his disheveled appearance that looked like they were heavily making out in there. He closed his eyes and sighed in defeat. He knew it was a long shot that he could actually ask Mark out but he still had hope.
He was broken from his trance when he heard a sniffling man who's body was shaking due to how hard he was crying. He noticed his soft delicate feet sticking out from behind the door and the puffy knee that he injured two days ago.
"Mark! Are you okay?" He asked getting to his knees. Mark shook, trying to control his breathing but just couldn't. He was overwhelmed and scared. He tired to register the voice speaking to him, he knew it was safe but he just couldn't place it. When he felt himself being lifted and sat comfortably in someone's arms he knew right away and hugged his neck for dear life.
"Oh Mark what happened? Did he hurt you?" He still couldn't speak, he could only nod. Right then Jackson's blood began to boil thinking of all the ways he could have been hurt. He sat Mark on the couch and with no haste he checked him over, he noticed a small love bite on his beautiful neck that shouldn't be there and a big bruise in the shape of a hand print on his right cheek. He paused to try to gain his bearings before speaking.
"Mark, who was that?" His voice betraying the calm he was going for.
"M-my ex." He stuttered out. Jackson got up and paced the floor before dialing BamBam's phone.
"Hey Jackson, what's up?" He asked cheerfully. Jackson huffed into the phone trying to get the words out.
"What's wrong?" Jackson tried to control it but he felt a tear rush down his cheek.
"Mark, he, he was hurt Bam. His ex." That was all he could get out at the moment. Bam was freaking out on the other line but couldn't get any answers.
"Just come to Mark's as soon as you can." He hung up and immediately went to Mark who was still crying on the couch.
"Well I'm not gonna lie. You look like shit." Mark looked up shocked, Jackson almost felt bad for making a terrible joke until he saw the light back in Mark's eyes as he cackled uncontrollably. Jackson stared on in awe, he even looked beautiful like this. Tear stained cheeks that were puffed up with laughter, his swollen leg and the same clothes he slept in for two nights.
Once everything calmed down some Mark tried to stand but failed due to being sore all over, and now his back hurt from being slammed into the wall. He pathetically looked up at Jackson and laughed again.
"I'm not doing too good today, I hurt everywhere and that asshole..." He couldn't finish as the tears started to well up again.
"Hey it's ok, I'll run you a bath." Jackson starts to walk towards the bathroom when Mark stops him.
"I can't get into the tub. It's ok I'll just shower." He says trying to stand again, this time Jackson stops him from falling. He holds Mark in his arms and squeezes just slightly.
"You've had a rough day and for some reason you are really stiff and your knee looks like it's housing a football, so you really shouldn't stand." Mark appreciates the hug a lot, he holds Jackson's waist in his hands. Again, Jackson is here to save the day and Mark couldn't be more great full.
"But how?" Jackson grabs his shoulder and looks him straight in the eye.
"Do you trust me?"
"Jackson, of course I do but why?" He just smiles and kisses marks forehead quickly.
"Don't worry about a thing." He smiles sweetly then lowers Mark to the couch.
"I'm going to run the bath, don't go anywhere." He singsongs. Mark just rolled his eyes,waiting to get help.

Jackson returned after a short time. He walked up and scooped Mark up in his arms earning a yelp.
"You scared the shit out of me." Mark said holding his chest. Jackson just laughed and carried him to the bathroom.
"Um Jackson? I have to pee." He takes him to the toilet and stands him up.
"I'll go in the hall, holler when your done." He steps out and waits, which Mark is very thankful for.
"I'm done." Mark calls. Jackson walks up and checks the water temperature in the tub that's still filling, he added more bubbles and grabbed a wash cloth to hang on the edge of the tub. He helps Mark to the edge of the tub and takes a deep breath.
"Ok now undress and I'll help you in." He says casually. Mark stands there with his jaw slacked for a moment.
"This must be where I'm supposed to trust you?" He looks to Jackson, who looks like he's contemplating something.
"Yes I will not look, I'm just going to help you In then leave, ok?" Mark swallows a lump in his throat, and looks down while nodding. He slowly starts to take off his shirt and shyly checks to see that Jackson is not looking. He tugs at the waistband of his boxers and checks again before dropping them.
"Ok, I'm ready." Jackson takes a deep breath and stands. Keeping his head turned he grabs for Marks arms but feel his chest instead.
"Jackson!" He startles. "Just look at me." Jackson can't breath. How is he supposed to see Mark naked and ever forget it? He slowly turned keeping his eyes on Marks face and helped him in, not without struggles and a few accidental times in which he saw all of Mark. He can't get over his beautiful milky skin that looks so soft to touch. He honestly can't figure out how anyone would break up with him. He knows if he had the chance he would have Mark underneath him all the time. He tries to will those thoughts and other things away as he stands to leave.
"I'm going now, let me know when you want to get out and I'll help." Mark nods and quietly says ok. He's ok with Jackson helping him and the fact that he may have seen more than he should have because he trusts him. He knows he feels other things too but tries not to focus on that.