In His Bed

Part 1

Kris slammed the door of his matte black luxury car as he rushed to the very familiar door of his bestfriend's apartment. Mark had called earlier mumbling and slurring his words while sniffling. Now, when Mark lost his mom he was very down and that was expected but Kris didn't really expect him to cry or more like he hadn't seen or heard him cry so he was alarmed. Kris turned the handle of the door but it wouldn't budge so he took out his keys using the spare of the apartment he had. When he opened the door, he halted, stunned by the scene before him.

Beer bottles littering the floor, some were spilled, some shattered by the beer stained wall indicating Mark had probably thrown them at it, and some barely finished beside him. Mark was sitting on the floor in front of his mini table at the edge of his huge living room, he leaned down to sniff a line of Cocaine on it. Mark then sat up straight as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, the back of his palm pressed to his nose as he sniffed harder a groan leaving his lips. Kris eyes widened at the sight. Was that meth as well on the table? Something else caught Kris eyes, a needle? Syringe? Fuck Kris quickly closed the door and rushed over to Mark's side, kneeling down to match his height.

Mark finally noticed Kris and looked up with at him with red puffy eyes, giving a weak smirk. "K..kris?" Mark asked as he leaned down in attempt to sniff another line of cocaine. Kris held him back by the shoulders "Mark that's okay now"

Mark wiggled roughly to free himself from Kris grip. He leaned down towards the table again but was held back by Kris. "Mark please that's okay". Mark glared at him and let out a bitter chuckle. "What the fuck. We do.. we do this all the time so why stopping me n..now huh? Cmon dude" Mark replied as he tried again to lean down towards the table only for Kris to tighten his grip on the former. Sure, the pair did a little of drugs here and there but not this much.

After several failed attempts of trying to free himself from kris, Mark turned to his side breaking down into Kris chest as the latter held him tight, letting him cry into his chest. This broke Kris heart, he had never seen his bestfriend this sad, so vulnerable like this. Mark had always been so strong that Kris had placed him on a pedestal.

Kris then cradled and rocked Mark side to side in his strong hold trying to calm him. Mark looked up at kris with teary eyes "she's not coming back I'm alone kris" he stated almost in a whisper. "You're never alone, you have me" Kris replied staring deeply into those eyes he found captivating.

Kris had always thought Mark was very attractive. He admired his beauty even before they became this close. Kris liked Mark's features, his physique and the way he carried himself.

"It's my fault she's gone right? All my fault" Mark said trembling, looking deep into Kris eyes as if looking for answers in them. "It's not your fault Mark, you didn't know" Kris replied matching the gaze. Mark broke down once more, screaming into his bestfriend's chest and now slightly shaking. Kris only hugged him tighter, a pang in his chest as he watched Mark sobbed uncontrollably.

Then Kris did the next thing that came to his mind in attempt to console and hush Mark. He held Mark's chin up, making him look up into his eyes as he leaned down and pressed his lips on those lush lips.

After a few seconds of silence, arms still cradled around Mark and lips still on his, Kris pulled inches back just realizing what he had done. He had kissed Mark on the lips. No, Kris wasn't gay, sure he admired the toned body of Mark especially when they hit the gym together but he didn't find him attractive in that 'way'.

Mark closed his eyes and closed the gap between them once more. He then gently wiggled out of Kris embrace, completely facing Kris, sitting on his knees as well. His left hand on the Kris's cheek and the right on his waist as he deepened the kiss.

Kris was stunned, eyes still open as he let Mark touch him. Mark pulled Kris closer, chest on chest caressing Kris waist. Kris closes his eyes at the feeling and kisses back letting a small moan escape his lips.

Mark kisses began to get rough, so as his grip on Kris waist. Mark brought his arm from Kris cheek to his nape and pulled closer sucking, licking the latter's tongue and lips, taking Kris' breath away. Kris pulled back for air but Mark slammed their lips again getting a whine from Kris. Mark stood up pulling Kris along with him and began to suck Kris's neck, his arm moving to grab the latter's ass.

"Mark.." Kris panted as he put his hand over Marks' to remove the strong grip on his backside. "Shh" Mark hushed his bestfriend and looked at him with pleading eyes. Mark needed this, he needed this distraction and Kris let go of his hands as response, letting Mark use his body to reduce his pain.

Mark hungrily sucked and bit at Kris neck, collarbones, earlobe and brought one of his hands to palm Kris hard on, the other hand still squeezing the latter's butt making him weak in the knees. Moans escaped Kris's mouth as he enjoyed the feeling of Mark's strong body against his, dominating him. Mark took off Kris belt, letting the pants fall to the floor as he removed the latter's jacket, then his t-shirt. He smashed his lips against Kris' again as he led him to the bedroom, Kris kicking off his shoes on the way still in a deep kiss with Mark.