This Is Me

Part 22

Stacy chuckled very softly, telling Mark as she leaned on the rink wall. "Oh, they will remember him... but we want them to love him." Mark inhaled deeply, then started removing his own skate guards as he replied casually. "And they will. I just have to show them what we see in him." Mark slid out onto the ice, taking a minute to just watch how Sean raced around the rink to warm-up. Stacy removed a CD from her bag, absently informing Mark. "I brought a song that I think will be perfect to show off his character. Do you wanna play it?" Mark tore his eyes from watching Sean's legs, clearing his throat before distractedly mumbling out. "Put it in, but don't play it yet. I want to show him some of the routine first." Stacy tapped the corner of the CD case on her lips, stating out with a wicked smile. "You alright there, Coach? You seem... mesmerized." Mark shot her a playful glare, grumbling out. "I thought you'd dress him in the jester version... Not the suicide squad version."

Stacy rolled her eyes, answering firmly. "You told me to make him stand out. And that old jester outfit is anything but an eyecatcher. I hate to say it... but sex sells. The more skin he shows, the more girls will come to see him. Maybe even some guys too." Mark's playfully smirk faded at the thought of other men seeing Sean like this. Which only caused Stacy to playfully joke. "Careful there, Mark. Your jealousy is showing." Mark didn't respond, he just slid back away from the wall as Sean rounded the corner to rush between them. Once Sean past, Stacy leaned over the wall to stare obviously at his ass. Mark felt a stab of possessiveness that caused his body to tense, only to hear Stacy ask honestly. "I'm not sure the underwear was a good choice... What do you think? I can always put him in a really short flowy white skirt. That way it will flow better when he sways." Mark's tenseness vanished and he truthfully replied. "No. Sean can move his hips just fine without that. It would take away from his legs. Besides, he'll jump better without the distraction of it." Stacy snapped her fingers in thought, mumbling out. "Ya, I forgot about that... Just try not to turn him on before the competitions. It's... very tight on him."

Mark couldn't stop the guilty grin from forming on his face as he mumbled back to her with a blush. "Oh, I noticed." Stacy laughed and Mark slid out into the center of the rink to shout aloud to Sean. "Jack! Bring it in." Sean shifted his blades to the side to glide into a stop, then slowly skated up to Mark. Stopping in front of Mark, Sean grimly muttered out under his breath. "I feel stupid... Why can't I be Joker?" Mark innocently moved over the ice to circle Sean, telling him honestly. "Figure skating is about showing off beauty and grace to music. Now does that sound like Joker to you? Besides, you may love Joker... but you've got the body of Harley. And it's that confidant, crazy, lustful nature that I want to bring out of you." Sean shook his head, digging his toe pick into the ice as he pouted out. "Mark... I can't do this. I don't want to play a victim..." Mark stopped in front of Sean, asking confused. "What are you talking about?" Sean crossed his arms, sternly sneering back. "Come on, Mark. Harley is in a highly abusive relationship with Joker and suffers from the worst case of Stockholm syndrome. Is that really what you want to bring out in me?"

Mark slid around Sean to stand behind him. Slipping his hands over Sean's exposed hips, he pulled him against him and whispered over his shoulder lovingly. "You're not listening to me, Sean. Harley is no victim. She may have started out that way... but she became so much more. Joker can't live without her. Because all love truly is, is finding someone that can match your crazy. She drives him crazy. She gets under his skin and no one knows him like she does. She may have started out a victim, but she plays with his heart. You're not victim, Jack." Mark kissed Sean's neck, while his hands very slowly rose up Sean's smooth sides. Mark's hands slipped under Sean's crop top as he pressed his lips to Sean's ear to whisper in a deeper and huskier voice. "I chose Harley, because like her... You can overcome anything for the things you love. The world will call you insane... but what is frightening for some people is heaven for others." Mark's hand moved up under Sean's shirt to grab his jaw through the collar. Mark turned Sean's jaw toward him and pressed his lips to his.