Prince Blood | {Markson}

•THIRTY TWO•

Third Person P.O.V

"I love you. And I always will. Remember that, even if you forget everything else that happened today, you have to remember that." The words were getting played back inside Jackson's mind. It was the only thing he remembered from the the time when he got drunk.

Those words couldn't be more sincere, and Jackson saw that. He slowly began to trust the vampire, slowly began to accept his own love for the older again.

Mark and Jackson were at home, or at Jackson's home which Mark now almost lives at.

Mark was watching something, and he kept biting his lip here and there, or holding back a chuckle, or smiling his beautiful smile. Jackson, was frustrated, and wanted to know what the heck the vampire was up to, but he just stared at the guy, not wanting to ask, because it'll be too sudden and weird.

Every time Mark bites his lips, Jackson would clench his fist. It was tempting him. So, so much. Every one of his movements were just making things worst. The way he moved a loose strand of hair out his face occasionally, the way he would tilt his head slightly... Everything.

It made Jackson just wanna kiss him so badly. Yup. You saw right. It's been three months since their "little" fight, and now, Jackson wants nothing more than to kiss the one he loves so much for the first time in months. But he's just too... shy and prideful to do so.

Mark on the other hand, was purposefully driving the boy mad. He definitely knew what he was doing to the poor boy. He's pushing Jackson to make the first move.

Mark continued to leave his lips slightly parted and ran his fingers slowly across his bottom lips while his chin was propped on his palm, trying his hardest to not smirk at the younger's noticeable thoughts.

"Jackson-ah" he called out, and though Jackson seemed to have turned his attention to Mark—not that it wasn't on him already— but he was still focused on Mark's lips instead, the way they moved when he spoke his name.

"Hm?" Jackson mindlessly answered. Mark internally smirked. His plan moving towards success, "could you get me some yoghurt?" He asked.

Jackson gulped and nodded. As he handed the older what he asked for, he tried to turn his attention away from Mark, so that he wouldn't get any weirder thoughts. Well let's just say it worked for a while. Until he noticed a bit of the drink dripping down the side of Mark's mouth.

"Oh shit..." Mark cursed, all for show of course, as he looked for a tissue to wipe his mouth. Jackson ended up just sat there, dazed, as he fought with his inner thoughts as usual, it was something he did on a regular basis these days, or at least when Mark was around, which was basically every day, every hour, every minute, every second.

Mark made bolder moves this time. After finishing wiping the "accidental spillage" he didn't go back to his phone, or to drinking his yoghurt, but went to Jackson and sat facing him on the couch instead, while Jackson still faced the front.

'Oh fuck.' Jackson thought. 'If he comes closer, I swear....' Mark put his legs over Jackson's and leaned his head on the guy's shoulder, releasing hot breath onto the younger's neck. Just as a side note, it smelt amazing to Mark.

Jackson shivered at the contact and the sudden air hitting him in areas in which he was sensitive.

It was the most skin ship they've had in months, but neither of them minded to be close to each other again.

Mark moved slightly closer to rest his chin on Jackson's shoulder instead, and stared up and the boy who continued to struggle with controlling himself.

"Jackson," Mark started, "You good?" He asked, perfectly aware of the fact that he is anything but 'good' in this situation.

"Y-yeah." He answered.

"Liar."

"H-huh?"

"You called me a liar yesterday but you seem to be the one doing most of the lying these days, aren't you?" Mark half-whispered in a low voice, wrapping his arms around Jackson's waist.

"No... h-how?" Jackson attempted to deny, though he was blushing hard enough that he himself would've noticed long ago.

Mark smirked playfully, "See? You're doing it again." He tilted his head downwards slightly just so his lips would barely touch the younger's skin, and slowly trailed up his neck.

His hands sneakily slipped under Jackson's shirt, but still stayed at his waist. Once Mark got to the back of his ear, he nipped the skin there, and Jackson visibly shuddered.

"I-" Jackson tried to speak, but was cut off by Mark's finger at his lips. "Shhh.. if you're trying to explain yourself, there's no use. We both know what you're really thinking of right now." He smiled.

Jackson turned his head, finding himself closer to Mark than he expected, or hoped, rather. Not that he minded. He stared into Mark's eyes and he stared back.

They stayed like that for god knows how long, but all it took was one look at Mark's lips. "Fuck it." Jackson mumbled.

He slammed his lips onto Mark's and both of them sigh in relief. They finally got to kiss each other again after so long, and neither of them can deny that they missed the feeling. Their lips moved in sync as they melted into each other's arms.

Once they parted, they breathed heavily until Jackson had a realization. "You did this on purpose didn't you?" He only now realizes how obvious it was that Mark was being purely evil and was doing everything to get Jackson to make the move.

Mark chuckled. "Of course I did." He admitted, seemingly proud of his achievement. "You little shit." Jackson huffed, looking at Mark.

Mark's eyes turned dark in a millisecond. "What did you just call me?" He asked, getting up on his knees and pushing Jackson back to lie on his back on the couch, crawled forwards, and hovered over him.

"N-nothing." Jackson replied, taking back everything he said, scared of what will happen to him if he didn't correct himself.

"That's what I thought."

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Word Count: 1059

Why is this chapter even so long😂? Anyway, I hope you enjoyed, have a nice day! Baiiiiii!

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