think | vermark

think

vernon was high off his ass, just like he always was when he went to mark's. vernon knew he got existential when high, and mark was one of the only people who tolerated it.

. . . actually, now that he thought of it, mark was the only one who tolerated a lot of what he did.

a small warmth bloomed in his chest when he thought of mark in that light. not just someone who tolerated him, no. someone who didn't mind being around him.

vernon wouldn't think of that, normally. he wasn't as oblivious as people thought he was, and knew that something between them had changed.

well, there was no time better than the present. vernon turned on his side to face mark, black bangs falling into his face.

"dude, mark," he started. the canadian looked at him, putting his phone down - almost dropping it on his face in the process - to give vernon his full attention.

"what is it?" mark asked, words only /slightly/ mashed together.

"i think i'm in love with you."

vernon wouldn't look away, damnit. he was going to be serious about this.

mark's face darkened, glancing away for only a moment. it looked as if his entire existence had been flipped upside down.

it was only then that he looked back at vernon, the tension growing almost palpable. vernon started to regret his bluntness, wishing he had held something in for once.

mark's words were quiet, so quiet that vernon almost missed them.

"i think i love you too."

the world around them had blurred, and vernon wasn't even sure what had led up to it.

suddenly, all that mattered was mark's lips on his own and how close they were to each other. warmth surrounded the two, and vernon couldn't help but to wrap his arms around mark.

it felt good. fuck, he was going to sound cliche as hell, but mark fit perfectly against the curves and dips of his body, like one puzzle piece against another.

mark seemed to remember that he needed to breathe. as impossible as it seemed, he separated himself from vernon.

"i think we need to talk about this." he started, voice small. he grasped one of vernon's hands in his own, rubbing a thumb across the smooth skin.

"mark, babe, just- shh, okay?" vernon hummed, pressing a finger against mark's lips.

he laid down, pulling mark with him. he held on so tightly that he didn't think he'd ever let go.

"we don't have to talk about this right now. just stay with me." vernon squeezed his eyes shut, almost scared of mark's response.

"i'd like that, as long as you say you'll be my boyfriend." vernon opened his eyes to see the smug look on mark's face.

"okay then, boyfriend. it's a deal. now let's sleep."