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Whispers In The Dark

Author: ohhhkenneth

Pairing: Markson (GOT7)

Category: Romance/Angst

Length: 7.5k words

Rated: M for mentions of death, self-harm, suicide, and anxiety/panic attacks

Summary: After the death of his father, Jackson can't find it in him to smile anymore, much less leave his room. His days are a blur, filled with fighting, confusion, and loss.It's not until he meets Mark, a beautiful young man, that he realizes that being alone in the world doesn't always mean you have to be lonely.

"I'm not sure why he's acting like this as of late. I know, it's worrying me too. I just hope it's a phase and it'll pass. O.K, I'll let you know when we get there. Kiss grandma for me."

Jackson sat at the window in his living room, accidentally eavesdropping on his mother's conversation. It was Autumn, the leaves were frail and brown, the sky was a constant shade of gray, and the air outside was below freezing most of the time, even if there was no snow on the ground yet.

"Are you ready to go, Jackson? You promised you would come, remember." His mother said as she entered the room. She held her hand on her hip for a moment, waiting in vain for a reply from the boy.

Jackson closed his eyes and turned away, he sighed softly and stood up. "Fine." he mumbled as he grabbed his jacket off the back of the chair.

His mother scoffed and turned away. She began berating him almost immediately as she made her way to the door.

"You know sometimes I don't know about you. When are you going to get your shit together, Jacks? God. I'm at least trying to get you to leave the house, a little enthusiasm wouldn't hurt. And you're so moody, I don't know why-"

Jackson's heart rate began to speed up, he felt his ears get hot with anger. With an aggressive eye roll he popped both of his headphones in, cranked the volume until it was almost deafening, and followed his mom reluctantly out the door.

Jackson was on a break from University - or at least, that's what his mom was telling all of her friends. She would make up glittery stories about how Jackson didn't know exactly what he wanted to major in, so he decided to do some travelling and see the world before he really committed to his academics. It was easier than admitting the truth, which was that the school more or less told him he was taking a break.

His marks were below average, his attendance was poor, and even when he was there, he wasn't actually there mentally. As soon as the teachers began to notice it, word got around and eventually Jackson received an email that was strongly and slyly worded, asking him to take a break from classes to grieve in a "healthy" way. The problem was, Jackson wasn't sure exactly what that looked like. Is there even a "healthy" way to deal with your father dying?

How do you accept that the one person you respect and admire most in the world - the one that protects you and guides you - is never going to come back? There was no other person in the world that Jackson wanted to impress more than his father.

When he was ten, Jackson's father brought him to the lake. It was the same one they had been going to for years. They usually went fishing, Jackson's father taught him everything there was to know about the animals, the trees, and about what not to do. He always made sure to keep Jackson safe as they fished from the dock.

The water was dark as night and ice cold to the touch, regardless of the sun's presence. Jackson's father would tell him ancient Chinese stories sometimes, about certain spirits that lived in the water, but not the kind that you marvel at in storybooks and in legends. They were spirits of people that died horrible deaths, whose time was cut short. They were the kind that were beautiful beyond belief, and beckon for you, luring you closer to the edge of the water, close enough so they can get a hold of you and have you join them in the darkness. When his father spoke of these myths, he always wore a deeply concerned look on his face, his smile would vanish, and he would lose himself in the tale, going deep into detail and cautioning Jackson about the dangers of the lake.

"Baba" Jackson would say, tugging on his dad's arm in order to snap him out of his focus. "You're scaring me."

"Good." his father would reply seriously. "That fear will keep you alive one day." And from that day on they stopped visiting the lake.

Jackson can always recall the last words he spoke to his father: don't be late. It was Jackson's high school graduation ceremony. He was valedictorian, and even up for a number of academic awards. He knew his father was going out to the lake that day with some colleagues, so he wanted to make sure to remind him of the time so that he had lots of notice. His father was never, ever late. So when the ceremony drew to a close, the night was shutting down, and he and his mom were waiting patiently for father's arrival still, he knew something was wrong.

Jackson's mother made up posters and stapled them to telephone poles, bulletin boards, and bus stops just like the frantic mothers in movies do. She cried every single day, and slept beside the phone for a week, waiting for word of her missing husband. When the phone call did finally come, Jackson didn't need to talk with his mom to know the outcome - the blood curdling scream from the kitchen downstairs was enough to drive the message home. Baba was gone, and there was nothing Jackson could do.

The coroner's office said it was an accident, and that he had a heart attack on the way home, then drove his car off of the bridge and into the lake. They said he died on impact, and suffered no drowning or trauma while he was still alive. Jackson locked himself in his room for three weeks, only communicating with his mother in the form of two or three word sentences about what was for dinner and to his mother's constant questions about "are you okay?" to which he would always reply, like clockwork, "Yeah."

But he wasn't fine, not even close. Unless fine is what you call night terrors, sleep paralysis, constant and unshakable anxiety, bouts of insomnia, and a sadness that is enveloping him day in and day out. Jackson wasn't completely surprised when he was asked to withdraw from the semester, the only surprising thing about it was that it took so long for people to notice. His mother was upset, like usual, that Jackson failed at yet another aspect of his life. She constantly blamed the young man for not applying himself more, she would say things like "What if your father were here to see you like this?" and "he would be so disappointed in you right now." Those always hurt Jackson the most. The only responses he could muster back were shrieks and cries about how "he's gone, and nothing is going to change that. How can he be disappointed if he's not even here." before he retreated to his bedroom again and slammed the door.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!"

A warm hand ripped out Jackson's headphones, interrupting his reverie.

"Look, you don't have to come in to the church but I'm not letting you sit in the car alone. At least go for a walk or something, I don't want people thinking you're a weirdo or something." His mother had one hand on the steering wheel and the other was smoking a cigarette, her fifth one of the day, ashing every once and a while out the window that was rolled down about one inch.

She never used to smoke - father liked that about her - her hair was always done, her makeup was impeccable, and she always looked like the beaming depiction of happiness. But somewhere in between her dead eyes, her stringy, messy hair, and her constant smoking, she lost herself. Jackson wondered sometimes if his mother ever took a second to examine herself before constantly attacking him. They were only half a foot apart, sitting in the car together, driving in silence, but Jackson felt miles away from her. Nothing was the same.

After driving forty minutes they arrived at a medium sized white church in the country side that looked like it was constructed in the 1800s. The paint was old and chipping away, there was a stone angel hanging above the entrance to the church and at the very top, Jackson was able to see a rusted bell that looked like it hadn't been hit in decades.

Jackson's mother coughed a few times and then discarded her butt into the ashtray before pulling the overhead mirror down to examine her makeup. She had dark eye circles, and Jackson couldn't help but think that she looked just as lifeless as the angel above the doorway of the church, but he said nothing. His mother fixed her hair a little, rubbed the lipstick off of her teeth, then checked her phone for the time.

"We're early." She said coldly. "Damnit. I wanted to be out of here as fast as possible. I knew I shouldn't've sped."

Jackson looked around outside into the small parking lot that was more or less a field, crowded with people parking their cars here and there, with no real order to it at all. There were kids, adults, elders, and Jackson wasn't able to recognize one person.

"Whose funeral is this again?" he said lowly, not diverting his attention away from the strangers filing passed the car and into the church. They all looked so somber and lost, wandering into the only open door in the area like zombies.

"An old co-worker of mine, back at the hospital." his mother replied, her tone seemed a little more friendly. "Her son died. He was the same age as you. It was really tragic."

Jackson didn't even know his mother had friends, much less that the friends had children his age. He just nodded and continued to look out the window.

"Look, I gotta go in there and show her that I'm here, otherwise I won't hear the end of it. Stay close, alright? Don't wander too far. It'll only be a couple hours, max." she said, slinging her purse frantically over her shoulder and exiting the old vehicle with a rigid slam.

"I'm not a child, mom." Jackson said to her as she walked away, knowing she probably wouldn't be able to hear him.

Jackson let out a breath of relief that he felt he was holding onto for the entire car ride. He hated being around people now, hated the pressure of needing to talk to people, answer questions, be polite, smile. It was exhausting. The best moments for Jackson were always the nights he was up at midnight in his room, reading old Stephen King novels or listening to music. He even looked forward to being alone, it was revitalizing for him. Part of him was grateful to his mother, that even though she forced him to come, she didn't try to get him to socialize with strangers he had never met.

Twenty minutes went by until Jackson felt a small buzz on his phone. It was his mom. Her texts were basic parent texts: super bland, very short, very direct, mostly commands, and to the point. All this one in particular said was "don't sit in car. get fresh air." Jackson slammed the phone back into his pocket and tossed his hood over his head, exiting the stale warmth of the vehicle and into the chilly evening air.

He examined the surroundings once more, behind the church about a kilometer away was a forest, it looked a little familiar to him, almost inviting, even though the trees were dense and dark. He figured that nobody would follow him into there, so he could remain certain that he was alone while he waited for this depressing funeral to be over.

When he approached the beginning of the forest, there was already a small area cleared away from the bushes, the ground was worn and looked as though it was a path. He clasped his cold hands together, blowing into them to warm them up. The sun wrestled with the gray clouds above, and in the distance Jackson swore he heard a hint of thunder. Without wasting any more time, he started down the path, unsure of where he was going, but wanting to get away from the noisy groups of people that were congregating in the parking lot behind him.

When he was about fifteen minutes in to the pale and wet forest, he saw what looked like a clearing up ahead. The trees looked to be more sparse as he approached it, and it wasn't long until he realized that it wasn't just any clearing, it was a lake.

Stunned, Jackson stood his ground, hovering between the edge of the forest and the lifeless, dark lake in front of him. The lake was big, but not so big that you couldn't see the other side. There was a dock to the left, up a half a mile, but no other trace of humanity in the area. It was the strangest feeling to Jackson - like he had been here before. The memories weren't completely there, but there were flickers, almost like a blur, that told him that this wasn't the first time he visited this lake.

Jackson continued to stand there, unable to make his mind up about what to do, or where to go. He knew that he could probably hide away from everyone by sitting on the dock alone, listening to music. But the deeply rooted fear of water was stopping him from taking another step forward. Ever since his father's death, water was never the same. And the water from this lake, in particular, as it rippled from the wind, almost dancing for Jackson, was something entirely different in itself. The water was dark, almost so dark you could call it black. There were no birds, no fish, no insects. It was almost as if they knew not to go near the water, too.

Just as he turned around and made a few steps back into the forest where he came, Jackson heard the unmistakable splash of water. Amidst the dull echoes of thunder in the distance, the breaking of water behind him was standing out more than anything. It was almost as if a kid was kicking his feet around in the lake.

Curious, Jackson turned back around, everything was the same, except now he was staring directly at a young man off in the distance that was sitting on the dock. The boy looked to be alone, there was nobody else around him. He was sitting quietly, his bare feet kicking gently every now and again. He didn't notice Jackson, which allowed Jackson time to get a closer look.

Hesitantly, Jackson slowly crept around the outside of the forest line, making his way down the marsh-like shore where the forest meets the lake. As he got closer to the decrepit wooden dock, he noticed that the boy had brown hair, a slim yet confident build, and very, very pale skin. He was wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a large white long sleeve shirt that was a little wet. Around his neck was a silver anchor pendant that dangled down his chest. He couldn't be any older than his own age, Jackson thought to himself as he approached the dock.

The boy's shoes were off to the side, his socks crumpled up and stuffed into them neatly. Jackson wasn't sure what to do; before his father passed away he was somewhat of a joker, a class clown type of guy, someone that everyone counted on to be exciting and fun. But now, he bit his tongue every time he felt like saying something, and dreaded the thought of having to speak to anybody.

Still, there was a sort of sadness about the boy, even though Jackson couldn't see his face yet, he couldn't help but feel like maybe the boy was upset about something, or lost maybe. Jackson took a step onto the dock and instantly felt his weight shift the rickety wood a bit, making a slight creaking noise and offset the balance of the dock a bit.

"I thought I was alone out here." the boy said unenthusiastically, but not disappointed. He didn't turn around as he spoke.

"I thought I was the only one, too." Jackson replied just as blandly, his steps becoming slower now so that he didn't rock the dock any further.

The wind around Jackson picked up slightly, nipping away at his cheeks and hit fingers, reminding him how unforgiving the fall weather was in Canada. There was a reason everything in sight, the trees and even the water looked dead - because they were. Jackson wondered how the young man was able to dip his feet in the water and wear such a threadbare shirt, he must've been freezing.

"It's pretty cold, what are you doing out here all by yourself?" Jackson questioned down to the guy, standing a foot behind him now.

Jackson heard what he thought was a small chuckle under the whirling sound of the wind, like the boy was laughing.

"I could ask you the same thing, couldn't I?" He responded, turning his head up towards Jackson.

Jackson was eye to eye with the boy now, and was able to confirm that he was about the same age as himself. He had deep and mysterious brown eyes - they were intense, but trustworthy at the same time. Jackson stared into them and knew instantly that this guy was a good person.

"My name is Mark." The boy said, patting the empty spot next to him on the edge of the dock, clearly inviting Jackson to sit down.

The tips of Mark's light brown hair were wet, and the outer edges of his eyes, his lips, his nose and his ears were a slight pink color, a deep and somewhat beautiful contrast against his skin. Jackson took a seat next to him without a second thought, and for once he didn't feel his heart race pick up or his anxious mind act up at all.

"Um... why are you alone?" Jackson asked, his eyes still examining Mark. Every inch of the boy's skin was flawless, his arms, his face, and even the slits of skin on his legs that were exposed because of the rips were perfect, not a scratch or a blemish or a freckle.

"What's wrong with being alone?" Mark challenged, glancing over at Jackson again, who was still staring.

Jackson looked down at the water, wanting to focus on something other than Mark's impeccable skin, or his rosy, ice kissed cheeks.

"There's nothing wrong with being alone. Nothing at all. I mean, I'm alone too right?" Jackson's small talk was pretty basic, he still needed practice adjusting to the fact that he was around an actual person that wasn't his mother, and he couldn't just groan and roll his eyes at everything that was said.

"True." Mark answered, tapping the bottom of his left foot gently against the surface of the water. A moment of silence passed, the boys sat together no more than a foot apart as whatever remnants of sun that were out got tucked away by a massive grey cloud. It suddenly felt a lot more cold, but a little less lonely.

"Are you here for the funeral, too?" Mark quietly said, the tone in his voice made Jackson think that Mark probably knew the deceased.

"I guess so. Um, my mom brought me. She works with the mom of the person that died I think." Jackson spoke softly.

"Did you know him?" Mark pried a little more, "The kid who died I mean."

"No... I don't know anybody really, I just promised I'd come along. My mom forced me to come." Jackson felt a little out of place as he spoke, motioning toward the church that was hidden behind the forest behind them.

"Explains why you're out here and not at the church." Mark said, he didn't sound upset. It was relieving to Jackson to know he didn't offend the boy.

"Can I ask why you're out here too?" The initial trepidation that he felt before approaching Mark seemed to vanish just as quickly as it came.

"Funerals make me uncomfortable. I try to avoid most situations where I have to speak to strangers. Besides there's something refreshing about being alone." Every word Mark spoke resonated with Jackson, making him more curious about what kind of person Mark was.

"I hear you..." Jackson sighed, rubbing his hands on his thighs to warm them.

"You think you're cold... what about me?" Mark asked playfully, lifting his hand up until the back of his knuckles brushed lightly against Jackson's cheek.

Jackson felt a tingle where Mark's skin touched his face. It was the simplest gesture, but it was the first time someone other than his mother had touched him in the last year. It should have felt invasive and cold, but the tingle was now pulsing with a faint warmth.

"So, are you going to tell me your name or should I just make one up?" Mark bugged, a tiny smile shining through on his pink rosy lips.

"Jackson, my name's Jackson." is all Jackson could say in return, forgetting that he didn't mention that at the start of the conversation like a normal human being.

"Cool name, Jackson." Mark echoed back, the smirk still resting on his mouth as he ran a loose hand through his damp brown hair.

Mark wasn't like most people Jackson was used to, that's one thing he was certain of almost instantly. When meeting new people, Jackson would always get asked the same meticulous questions, almost like every single person on the planet was reading the same script: "Hi, what's your name? Are you a student? What are you studying? Where do you plan on working? What made you choose that program? How are you holding up?"

Mark didn't ask any of those questions. For the first time in a long time, Jackson could rest assured knowing that he wasn't up on display, or about to be interrogated because of his father's death or his trouble at school. And what was even more unbelievable is that Mark understood that loneliness wasn't always about being alone. There were times Jackson was in the middle of a crowded room, and felt as though he was completely and utterly alone. By the same token, he knew Mark understood the difference between being alone and being lonely.

"Not all who wander are lost."

Jackson's ears perked up when Mark finally spoke, he was getting lost in the comfortable silence they were sharing.

"I read it in a book once. What a nice quote." Mark hummed gently, his feet still swirling around the water.

"I like that." Jackson nodded in agreement. "I sounds like something people would tattoo on themselves."

"Do you have any tattoos?" Mark asked quickly.

"I wish." Jackson replied with a solemn head shake. "What about you?"

"Nah, but if I were to get one-"

Just then Mark lifted himself so that he was now standing above Jackson. He lifted his shirt just enough so that Jackson could see the entirety of his body from the front side. Mark's skin looked like untouched snow, it was perfect and now that he had a better view, Jackson realized just how toned Mark's body was. It was the kind of body that a swimmer had.

"Right here." Mark said, circling the side of his body, just below his ribcage. "This is where I would get a really awesome looking anchor tattooed."

Jackson's eyes were still enjoying the view that Mark so generously was offering. Jackson would be lying if he said that the only attraction he felt towards this boy was his personality. Although he felt like Mark was able to read his mind and understand his inner thoughts, he wasn't an idiot, Mark's beauty was in every single inch of him. His sharp cheekbones and fiercely pretty eyes, his timid but confident voice, his smooth yet strong body, and his chocolate hair were the only things Jackson could focus on.

"Think that would look cool?" Mark asked, sitting back down.

"Yeah it'd look sweet." Jackson took note that he was sitting much closer than before, he mustered up his most friendly smile and tried to sound as sincere as possible, "You must really love the water, hey?"

Before Mark could answer, there was a faint jingle in Jackson's pocket. He pulled his phone out quickly and realized his mom had texted him a couple times.

> almost ready 2 leave

> too depressing

> where r u

"Seems like someone is really trying to get a hold of you." Mark said with a lighthearted giggle, crossing his arms and shivering a little. "Mr. Popular."

"It's nothing, just my mom." Jackson assured him, tucking his phone into his jacket without responding. "Hey, do you want my jacket?"

Jackson began to remove his leather jacket before Mark even had time to respond. With a swift motion he was standing behind Mark, blanketing the jacket across Mark's back, wrapping around his shoulders. Mark laughed appreciatively, and as he moved to adjust the jacket, Jackson caught the sight of something he knew all too well on Mark's left wrist. There were five or six medium sized scars, too perfect to look like accidents, and just high enough to be hidden by most clothing.

Jackson's heart sank. He instinctively grabbed a hold of his own arm, rubbing gently over the few cuts that were still healing on his own body. He knew he wasn't the only one who had problems, but he would've never guessed that someone as chill and friendly as Mark would be going through the same struggles.

Even though he was quite emotionally numb during the moments he lashed out on himself physically, Jackson was sadly able to recount the exact feelings, or lack thereof that were going through his body at the time. It wasn't that he wanted to die, but he knew that he had hit the spot in his life where it didn't matter either way to him. One slash in the wrong place, one slash a little deeper than the others is all it would've taken, and even though Jackson wasn't openly trying to end his own life, the thought of it wasn't as daunting as it used to be.

Somewhere between the screaming fights with his mom, the crushing pain of his father's memory lingering on every single moment he was awake, Jackson had become so numb to everything, unable to continuously torture himself anymore, he became static. So when the people at school, his teachers, his peers, would whisper from the dark as he walked by, casting judgement on him and making their minds' up about the kind of things he was battling through, Jackson's own personal struggle was always within. He had reopened his wounds so much, both physically and mentally that he was almost unable to feel anymore.

Every cut, every slicing motion was like a fresh breath of air entering his lungs. Jackson would often choose the shower as his choice of setting to self-harm, the scalding hot water mixed with the fresh stinging of an open cut became something so, so comforting to him. The blood washed away instantly, leaving absolutely no trace of the acts, and after ward Jackson could go about his day with the unmistakable sting of his arm every time his clothing brushed against it.

But those were thoughts that were so personal to him - thoughts that he, in his naive mind, thought that only he was dealing with. He knew he shouldn't be doing it, and that it was wrong to put marks on his body that wouldn't heal completely, but he had made the decision that his body wasn't worth it anymore. His life wasn't worth it anymore, and maybe one day in the distant future the scars would be a subtle reminder that things have gotten better, or at least that was his hope.

But standing behind Mark, catching a glimpse of his perfect skin being vandalized by the scars was something Jackson almost wished he didn't see. It was like reading someone's personal diary, but now that he had seen it, it was impossible to forget. Mark's hair smelled like fresh rain, and even though his body was ice cold, his aura was something that Jackson received most of his warmth. There was an innate need to protect Mark, knowing what he knew now.

Jackson vowed in that moment that he wouldn't hurt himself anymore. Seeing Mark in all of his innocence, and his perfection, with the indelible marks on his body was enough for Jackson to realize just how he must've made his mom feel the first time she saw them.

"M-Mark?" Jackson hesitated as he sat down next to the boy who was now wearing his jacket.

"Hm?" Mark hummed sweetly, somehow managing to look even more adorable now that he was covered in Jackson's black leather jacket.

"What really brings you out here?"

The light in Mark's eyes faltered for a moment, and as his gaze shifted back out onto the open lake, Jackson felt as though he could almost see the depth to Mark. There was so much more inside Mark that he wasn't able to figure out just yet. But the look in his eyes, the cadence in his voice, and the marks on his skin hinted at something more heartbreaking, like little clues about him that Jackson wanted to gather completely.

"You know, it might sound crazy but I feel like there was a reason you came to this dock today." Mark sighed. "I feel like I can trust you so much. But I hardly even know you. Do you feel like you can trust me?"

Jackson leaned in as he spoke, his eyes captivated by Mark, "I've felt like that the moment I stepped onto this dock. There's something about you..."

Mark looked at Jackson with sincere smile, a soft glow in his eyes, and a devilishly cute grin on his lips. Jackson's face was now inching so close to Mark's he could feel the tame breath coming from the cold boy's mouth. His thoughts were fleeting and he didn't even care to finish his final sentence, his only goal being to capture this moment and imprint it into his mind and his heart forever, to taste Mark's soft lips and quell the unshakable appetite that was drawing him to Mark the second he locked eyes on him.

Mark's head didn't budge for a second, as he patiently waited with half lidded eyes for Jackson to make the final small gesture and press their lips together. The combination of Mark's crisp and icy lips together with Jackson's tepid, warm lips made the boys' kiss more intense. Jackson could feel the contact of Mark's lips hit the back of his neck and travel all the way down his spine, making him scoot closer to Mark in order to wrap a warm arm over the chilled boy.

Mark gave in to Jackson's domineering presence, allowing Jackson to hold his body firmly against his own. The kiss lasted only a few seconds, but when it felt as though it was about to end, Jackson's unruly lust, mixed with his insatiable yearning to be connected with someone had him reaching forward again with his lips, practically begging for Mark to kiss him again.

Mark veered in slightly to make the kiss more comfortable, meeting Jackson's lips yet again, this time a little more deeply. It was as though neither of the boys knew what was happening. Neither of them questioned exactly the sort of connection they were making, but in the midst of the chilly wind, the dark clouds above, and the faint ringing of the church bell in the background, they had found a place where they could be alone, without being lonely.

Jackson was melting into Mark mouth, and was prepared to see how far his fulsome tongue could gently caress Mark's mouth until he was able to feel the boy's tongue on his own. Before he could go any further though, the same ring from his phone interrupted them, this time it was a call.

Before he answered, Jackson planted a swift apologetic kiss onto Mark's cheek, to which Mark rewarded him with his handsome smile that Jackson had been adoring the entire time.

"What, mom?" Jackson said, getting up and marching down the dock for a little privacy. He didn't want Mark to hear the screeching that his mother would no doubt have in store for him.

"Where the hell are you? The service ended almost an hour ago, and why aren't you answering my texts?"

Confused, Jackson looked at his phone again. Nearly four hours had gone by. There were 9 text messages and two calls from his mom unanswered.

"Agh, I guess I must've lost track of time." Jackson mumbled through his words, confused about how much time had passed.

"Yeah you're losing your mind. That's what you're losing. And you're about to lose your only ride home too, get your ass back here now. I mean it!"

"Yeah fine I'll be back in a minute, just don't leave."

Jackson rolled his eyes, leave it up to his mom to be the one to ruin what was a perfect moment, one of the most perfect in a very long time. He hung the phone up and slid it into his back pocket, scratching his head as he made his way back to Mark who was waiting at the end of the dock.

"You have to go, I know." Mark said before Jackson could get a word in. "You better go, your mom sounds mad."

Jackson's cheeks flared, his mom was a non-stop source of agony for him, even when she wasn't around.

"She's sort of crazy. I'm sorry." Jackson said, kneeling down to place an arm on Mark's shoulder. "C'mon, let's go. I'll walk you back to the church."

Mark stood up and handed Jackson his jacket back, he thanked Jackson for letting him wear it, but sat back down and continued to dip his feet back into the water.

"So you're just gonna sit here some more?" Jackson said, confused. He looked up to the sky, it was staring to get pretty dark now.

"Yeah, I like the water. I told you. It makes me feel safe." Mark replied confidently.

"Okay... but won't your parents be bugging you soon too? Your family?" Jackson wondered with a laugh.

"Eh, I'm not too worried about that. They know where to find me if they need me." Mark didn't seem bothered at all by the cold now, he actually seemed quite calm now. His angelic beauty glowed even more now that what little light was in the sky was now fading.

"Can I see you again?" Jackson asked, almost afraid to bring up what just happened, nervous about what the answer might be.

"You can see me right now, if you want." Mark said, almost hopeful. "We can run away together, if you want. Nobody will ever be able to find us."

Jackson giggled, "You're crazy. I mean honestly, I really like you, Mark. And I feel like you like me too, and that's something that I haven't felt in a really long time."

"Of course I like you, Jackson." Mark replied with a light head shake.

"Then give me your phone number. Here, I'll put mine in your phone." Jackson offered, holding his hand out for Mark's cellphone.

Mark looked at Jackson like a small dog that was unsure of what his master just said to him.

"I don't have a cellphone. I don't like how much they distract people." Mark breathed, "All I need is this right here."

He motioned out to the open lake and the immense forest that surrounded it. Jackson couldn't hide the disappointment on his face by hearing that he couldn't get Mark's phone number.

"So... how am I supposed to get a hold of you then?" Jackson's hope was fading as he asked.

Just then another text rang in on Jackson's phone.

> leaving in 2 mins

> with or without u

Jackson was torn, and the look on his face was telling of it, too. He would lean in for another kiss goodbye if he didn't already feel so needy. It's just that he had found someone that he felt alive with for the first time since his father died.

"God, I have to go. Ugh, I don't know what to say right now. I'm so happy I got to meet you, even though all we did was sit here and talk for hours on a dock. I've never felt so... alive, in such a long time." Jackson explained, as he inched away from Mark, clearly distraught and not wanting to leave.

"Believe me, Jackson. You're the one that made me feel alive. I'm excited knowing that we will be meeting again." Mark responded warmly, "Now, get out of here before your mom leaves."

Jackson wore his heart on his sleeve, visibly hurt that he had to leave Mark alone on the dock.

"Here, have this." Mark said promptly, removing the silver anchor amulet from his neck and presenting it to Jackson which Jackson gladly accepted, "Now get out of here!"

"Mark, how will I know how to contact you?" Jackson shouted once he was near the end of the dock.

Mark stood up smiling and waved, "Don't worry, I'll do my best to find a way."

Jackson's heart beat picked up, but this time it wasn't from anxiety, depression, or shame. It was because he had made a friend, someone that inspired him, and taught him that even when you feel like you can't feel anymore happiness, you shouldn't stop looking for it, or at least being open to it finding you.

Jackson raced back through the trees, the forest seemed to be a whole lot darker and denser now that the sun was finally completely gone. He almost lost his footing once or twice, but eventually made it out to the clearing, the white church was off in the distance, car headlights flashing now and again as people pulled out of the parking lot.

Up ahead he noticed his mother's car, and the distinct cherry red glow of her cigarette through the darkness coming from the driver's seat. Relieved that she didn't leave him yet, he sprinted toward the parking lot. Upon arrival, he accidentally tripped and landed next to a young teenager, nearly knocking the boy to the ground.

"Holy crap, watch where you're going." the kid yelled violently at Jackson, dusting his dress pants off.

"Sorry." Jackson apologized, picking himself off the dirty ground, scrambling to retrieve the necklace Mark gave him as well as his cellphone that he accidentally dropped.

"Hey, where did you get that?" the kid yelled, pointing at the necklace.

Jackson's mother honked the horn four times just then, startling both of the boys, and Jackson swore he could hear her yelling all the way from inside the car.

"Ugh" Jackson groaned, "I gotta go." As he turned to leave, the young man latched onto Jackson's arm and attempted to rip the necklace from his hands. Jackson, being the much larger person, easily pushed the boy away, this time the boy landed on the ground with a thud.

"Lay off, kid!" Jackson shouted, glaring at the boy.

As Jackson sprinted towards the car, he heard the cries of the young man behind him shouting obscenities and curses his way.

Jackson sat in the passenger's seat and slammed the door behind him. The smell of smoke engulfed his lungs immediately, and he wished for a moment in time that he was back on the dock with Mark, breathing in fresh air without feeling as though his entire life was suffocating.

"What the hell did you do to Joey?" Jackson's mother said, pointing her finger at the boy Jackson had just knocked over, except the crying boy was now with an older woman and was now pointing directly at Jackson.

"I swear to god Jackson." his mother began, taking a quick drag of her smoke before putting it out. "Did you really need to start a fight here of all places? Have some fucking respect."

"It's not even my fault, he tried to steal my necklace." Jackson retorted angrily, "Little shit is lucky I didn't beat him up."

"What necklace-" Jackson's mother furrowed her brow before her eyes got wide, "Where did you get that?!"

"Huh?" Jackson was puzzled as he watched Joey and his mom make their way to the car.

"What's wrong Dorine?" Jackson's mother said rolling her window down as the pair approached.

"Joey says your son stole a necklace from him." the woman said, clearly distressed and angry.

Jackson's mom turned her head and shot a look of disgust his way that Jackson was sure he hadn't seen in years.

"Of all the things you could've done..." she whispered to him under her breath as she grabbed the necklace from his hands in an attempt to return it.

"What are you doing?!" Jackson clamored, reacting by grabbing the necklace out of her hand in return. "Mark gave that to me!"

"What?" Jackson's mother said in shock, "You said you didn't know anyone at the funeral."

"I don't! I just met him today." Jackson explained, his frustration bubbling.

"Oh Dorine I am so, so sorry for all of this. You must be devastated, I'm sorry my son is acting this way. He hasn't been himself since his father... you know... We're going to look into getting him help, though. I assure you." Jackson's mother apologized over and over, taking the necklace back and handing it directly to the crying, hysterical woman.

After apologizing for the fourteenth time, Jackson's mother rolled her window up and nearly burned the rubber on her tires peeling out of the parking lot.

"What the fuck mom, that wasn't cool." Jackson rumbled, leaning his head against the window as they drove home.

"Jackson Wang you've really done it now. This is the final straw. As soon as I can I'm getting you in to see someone." his mother declared sternly with a certain frenzied look in her eyes.

"Mom... what are you talking about?" Jackson's frustration was into full blown confusion now. He pulled his hood over his head and readjusted himself in his seat to get more comfortable. "Will you please just tell me what's going on?"

"You're the one that has some explaining to do, Jackson." she said, driving with one arm and digging through her purse for another cigarette with the other.

"That necklace was a gift from a friend. It wasn't yours to give away." Jackson stated gruffly.

"And who gave you this necklace, huh?" his mother challenged sarcastically, her anger never waning once.

"I already told you, my friend Mark." Jackson said as he turned his back to look back out the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of the lake water from there. "I wish I was with Mark right now to be honest." he whispered under his breath.

Jackson's mother hit the brakes in a jolt that sent both of them lunging forward in their seats, nearly strangled by the seat belts. She turned to him and let a swift slap connect across his cheek, terrifying Jackson more than hurting him.

"What the fuck?!" the boy cried out, his hand on his cheek that was now buzzing and tingling.

"Don't ever say something like that." his mother shouted back, her eyes looking as though they were about to burst out of their sockets. "Now, I don't know where you stole that necklace from but lying about it in front of a grieving mother is absolutely unacceptable and downright evil. That necklace belonged to Dorine's son, Mark. He died a few days ago, he was the same age as you. He drown himself in the lake by tying an old fishing boat anchor to his leg."

Jackson felt himself get winded upon hearing this, his head becoming almost too heavy for his neck to support. He leaned back in his chair, unable to speak or to even think.

"According to Dorine, Mark was depressed for a very long time and seldom talked about his problems. He was an talented swimmer though, and found himself in the water all the time. Guess that's why he chose the lake." his mother explained, "It was his funeral today. Poor thing, they had an open casket and everything. It's such a shame, he was so handsome. I'm sure you two would've gotten along, he reminded me so much of you, Jackson."

Jackson didn't speak another word the entire ride home.

The End.

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markgetsetgo · 7 years

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I Can’t Wait

Author: ohhhkenneth

Pairing: Markson (GOT7)

Category: Romance/Fluff

Length: 7.2k words

Rated: M for smut, cursing

Summary: Mark and Jackson are roommates, paired together after they debuted in the same group. At first things are slow between the two of them, Mark is a bit introverted, Jackson is the opposite. Mark simply wants to be friends with Jackson, but doesn't know how to go about it. Jackson has other plans.

The first time Mark had any sort of inclination that Jackson was into him was during a quiet and normal night in their dorms, they way nights typically ended for the two band members.

It was a Sunday. Practice had just ended. The entire group was exhausted, many of them retreating to the comfort of their rooms for a much needed sleep.

However, sleep was the last thing on Jackson's mind that night. The muscular but well kept boy was suspended off of the edge of his bed, laying upside down, his chocolate brown hair falling towards the ground naturally as beads of sweat wetted the roots. He watched with pinpoint accuracy as Mark, the slender and timid boy that he was, undressed slowly and changed into his shower clothes.

This had been going on for more than Mark liked to admit. Day in, day out. Jackson would playfully examine Mark's body, which always made the latter a bit self conscious, but he was used to it nonetheless.

Tonight was different, though.

Jackson, who usually resigned to stares and winks, was now following Mark into the bathroom. Which wouldn't be a problem normally, except for the fact that he was beginning to undress himself without any other clothes in sight to change into.

"What are you doing?" Mark questioned, puzzled at the boy's actions next to him as they both stood in front of the mirror. The fluroescent lights above the two made everything around it brighten, accentuating their perfect and pale skin.

"What, I'm not allowed to shower in my own room?" Jackson simply answered, undoing his belt and revealing the pair of bright baby blue briefs he was wearing underneath.

"I mean, yeah you can. Should I just wait until you're finished then?" Mark stammered, his small nipples now becoming hard at the prolonged exposure to the air conditioning. He hadn't planned to be naked with only a towel on for this long.

"What's the big deal? You've seen it before. Can't two roommates shower together? We have to save water you know. Think of the fish Mark." the younger boy said almost as if there was nothing awkward about two straight friends sharing a hot shower together.

"No. I'll just wait until you're finished." Mark ended the conversation, lightly pushing passed Jackson out of the bathroom, all the while holding his towel up from falling and exposing himself.

Laying on his bed, Mark sat dumbfounded as he listened to Jackson sing gleefully in the shower, lulling the song they had been doing choreography for just hours before.

The older boy had no clue why Jackson was acting like this. He scratched his head mentally, trying to figure out what was going through the other boy's head. He told himself that Jackson was only joking around, and gave him the benefit of the doubt.

That's just how Jackson was, right?

They had only been band mates for less than a year now, and hardly spoke even when they were rookies training together. And factoring in the fact that Mark was a self proclaimed introvert who had a hard time opening up to people, well, the friendship between the two boys was taking longer than the other band mates' Their personalities were just so different.

Mark had made a few attempts at getting to know Jackson, mustering up the courage every now and again to ask the younger about his family back in Hong Kong, or making small inquiries about his fencing history. Each answer from Jackson was a long and drawn out explanation about everything and anything to do with the topic.

Mark was sapped of energy every time Jackson and him got into these long discussions, because part of Mark wanted so badly to be engaged and excited to be learning more, but the other part of him wanted to crawl under his sheets and leave the conversation instantly out of confusion and embarrassment.

Still, something deep down in Mark wanted the two boys to get over the awkward getting-to-know-each-other stages, and move right into being best friends just like JB and Junior, or BamBam and Youngjae/Yugyeom. But at this point in time he was both clueless and too shy to make anything come into fruition.

The second time Mark felt an unmistakable tinge of attraction with Jackson was about a week or so after the first while they were dancing in the practice room.

Jackson was being his typical self, playing pranks on the other member's, flexing his muscles into the full-length mirror, and posing suggestively while laying his body across the wooden floor.

Mark had a professional worker's mentality each time he entered the practice room, wanting desperately to separate work and play. Yet somehow, Jackson's personality was infectious, and it only took mere minutes for the lines between fun and work to begin blurring.

There's no harm in completely enjoying what you're working on, though, right?

"Good Tonight" was booming through the speakers, encouraging the boys to hit their marks harder and harder with more and more accuracy and clarity.

Their manager had come to sit in on this particular dance practice, and once each boy realized it, they buckled down and put their noses to the grindstone.

Mark and Jackson were at the front and center as their favorite part was quickly approaching: they were to each do a flip, Mark's backward and Jackson's flip, forward. They needed to high five each other before flipping, and manage to land on the floor at the same moment.

This was challenging for Mark, who was adept at acrobatics and tumbling, but lacked synergy with the wild and sexy Jackson. He wondered how they would pull it off for the first time without having talked about it.

The manager took his hat off and scratched his head, adjusting himself in his chair anxiously awaiting the boy's move.

Mark took a concerned look over in Jackson's direction, who seemingly didn't notice that the important stunt was coming up.

"Jacks." the older boy whispered quickly, trying to garner Jackson's attention.

Jackson looked over obliviously, and then a smile curved onto his face as he met with Mark's gaze. He knew.

The two moved closer together, raised their hands in a stern high five, and then turned away to perform their flips.

Mark's was fluid and effortless, making the action seem almost too simple. Jackson mirrored Mark nearly perfectly, his hat falling off midair from the sudden flipping motion.

The two boys landed in unison with a single thud. When they turned back towards each other to finish the next high five, Mark began to smile so big that it erupted into a high pitched laugh, making Jackson giggle right along with him.

They locked hands in a secret handshake-esque manner before Jackson did something that completely derailed Mark and nearly knocked him to his ass.

Jackson took a step towards Mark, closing the space between them completely, then brushed his face passed Mark's until their cheeks were touching.

Mark felt a warmth in his stomach, but ignored it, confused and enthralled in the moment.

Anticipation was buzzing around the air as the music ended abruptly, and in that instance Mark felt the lips of Jackson meet his face, just under his cheekbone.

Jackson had planted the kiss behind Mark's face so that it was out of plain view, and it was so inconspicuous that nobody even noticed - Mark almost didn't either, until he felt the air conditioning brush past him and make the small amount of saliva get cold for a second.

Jackson was first to break the silence, exploding into cheers and claps, smacking and hugging each member in a congratulatory display.

Mark stood there, rubbing his cheek with a dismayed look on his face.

"Great job, Markson! That's the energy I want to see." the manager called out from his stool, clapping vigorously.

A few thousand things were going through Mark's mind, all of which had to do with Jackson.

Surely the younger boy didn't do that jokingly. If he did, why didn't he want the other members to see it?

Something wasn't adding up, and it was both confusing and enticing to Mark. He couldn't deny the flush of blood that was now invading his cheeks where the kiss was planted, nor could he stifle the warm burn in his gut that left his heart racing.

By now Mark was warming up to the idea of Jackson being a really friendly person, not letting his mind wander into the possibility of Jackson having more than normal feelings towards him.

Work and play are to be separated, he reminded himself.

Besides, he wasn't even gay. Not that he had come to realize anyway.

Mark had many girlfriends before joining JYP Entertainment, all of which were both equally as pretty as he was attracted to them.

That part is what didn't add up to the boy; was it possible to be bromantic with another member while reining in your feelings? And if you did manage to collect feelings for someone, wasn't that normal and good for the overall team building of the group?

Nothing was making sense anymore to the martial artist.

After the cheek kiss, the next few weeks offered little to no clarity for him. Jackson was beginning to be a regular offender when it came to stealing kisses.

There were a number of times that Mark was in the middle of a phone call and Jackson would walk by and plant a peck on the boy's lips, interrupting both his sentence and his train of thought.

Mark would be propped up on his bed, scrolling on his laptop through Facebook and feel the familiar lips meet the back of his head, right under his ear.

The feelings Mark felt in those moments were a mixture of electricity and warmth. He would giggle now, becoming more comfortable with the idea that maybe Jackson was just a very affectionate person.

Still, something was stirring in the boy's stomach, something that alluded to the fact that maybe there was more - he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Couldn't put his finger on why Jackson was doing these things out of the watchful eye of management or even the other members, and how Jackson was saving these intimate actions for Mark only.

It left Mark with a feeling of fake smugness - he was Jackson's sole victim - just him alone. He couldn't deny that there was a part of him that wanted to make a move on Jackson, too.

And one afternoon, between eating and washing their dish, that's exactly what he did.

Jackson was nearly finished with his rice bowl, his face fixated on the bowl as he engorged the food, chopsticks clanking against the ceramics.

Mark was feeling a bit foreign to how he usually was. Something was running through his body that made him feel almost drunk. His inhibitions were lowered significantly that day, and that's all it took for him to initiate something with Jackson for the first time.

He began by lightly brushing his foot on Jackson's under the table, the cloth from their socks rubbing softly against each other.

Mark played it off as nothing more than an accident, not paying any attention to Jackson at first. Until he did it again, this time it would be impossible for Jackson to not realize something was going on. He wasn't that into the food.

Jackson shot Mark a mischievous glance that said both what are you doing and two can play at that.

Jackson's other foot joined into the small wrestle, pinning Mark's single foot under them before playfully rubbing it.

Mark looked down into his plate to mask the smile that was setting in from the cute acts that were ensuing under the table. The other members had no clue what was going down just inches away.

Jackson took it a step further by dragging his foot up Mark's toned calf, exploring its way to Mark's thigh. With only baggy silk basketball shorts on, it wasn't long before Jackson met Mark's crotch.

This is the first time Mark had ever been touched in that area in a long time, and the peculiar sensation of it being a boy's touch made his heart nearly stampede out of his chest.

Mark decided to create a distraction by asking Junior to pass him the sriracha to which the other boy gladly obliged. As Mark slathered his meal with the hot sauce, Jackson continued to graze the lining of Mark's underwear, underneath his shorts.

It wasn't more than 30 seconds before Mark was feeling the unmistakable warmth in his underwear as his arousal grew and grew. He sat back in his chair and did a quick one over of the other members.

BamBam was on his phone, texting while moving spoonfuls of soup into his mouth. Youngjae was adding peanuts to his noodle dish, not giving a care to anything else, and the JJ Project were busy teasing each other about their new haircuts.

Mark was powerless to the erection he was now getting, as he adjusted himself in his chair to get more comfortable.

How long could he pretend nothing was happening?

Jackson giggled ever so softly to himself, gaining the attention of the young Yugyeom.

"Hyung, what's so funny?" he asked boyishly. "You never let me in on the jokes!" he pouted.

Jackson's giggle was halted by the unwanted attention, and he quickly shut down Yugyeom. "Nothing, I just remembered something my dad told me when I was younger. You wouldn't understand it, it's Cantonese."

Yugyeom sighed like a child who hadn't gotten what he begged for and went back to his tofu.

By now Mark was starting to precum, and he could feel the liquid brush up against his leg every time Jackson's warm foot rubbed against him.

He swore he would pass out if he had to hold it all in anymore.

"Wow, that was a good meal. I'm going to go to bed now. Need energy for tomorrow's performance on Music Bank!" he exclaimed with a forced smile, doing his best to hide his discomfort.

The other members nodded in unison and BamBam patted Mark on the shoulder before he headed to the sink to dispose of his dishes. Behind him he could hear the screech of a chair against the floor as another member was preparing to leave as well.

"Yeah, I'm tired too, I'm gonna hit the hay. Big day tomorrow." Jackson beamed, his voice confident and satisfied.

In the kitchen the two boys met face to face in a tense and exciting standoff. Mark was holding his plate that was dripping and needed to be dried. Jackson was standing a foot away, tilting his head playfully and smiling down at the bulge that was noticeably fighting its way through the shorts Mark was wearing.

"I hate you so much." Mark groaned, half serious but mostly sarcastically.

Just then, in a moment of succinct interaction, Jackson glided toward Mark and placed a single hand over the boy's groin, his palm finding its way onto Mark's erection.

Mark nearly dropped the plate he was holding, his entire body tensing up at Jackson who was tracing his fingers over the outlines of Mark's boner.

"Mark, I have to say. I'm pleasantly surprised-" Jackson began.

"What are you doing Jackson, the other members-" Mark cut him off. "They could come in here at any moment."

"So, you want me to stop?" Jackson pouted, the warmth of his palm penetrating the thin layer of clothing that separated the two boy's skin from each other, warming Mark and granting him a mind numbing pleasure.

"Just... ugh. Please." Mark sighed between breaths.

With that Jackson released his mesmerizing grip and allowed the boy to gain some composure. Mark blinked a few times to get a hold of himself before he sniffled and put his plate away to dry in a sheepish and confused manner.

Mark wasn't usually this overcome with desire or feelings of powerlessness, but Jackson's touch wasn't exactly normal either. It was like lining up for the world's largest roller coaster and getting closer and closer to the front. Your palms sweat, your heart beat races, you're confused about what to expect, there's a feeling of danger, but mostly it's an intense feeling of excitement as you surrender yourself to the experience.

Mark made his way back to their dorm, making sure to slide his erection into the waistband of his shorts in an attempt to hide it as he walked past the other members. He was asleep by the time Jackson entered the bedroom, the food hitting the spot quite well.

Jackson spotted the unconscious and cute Mark, snoring away lightly and grasping his stuffed tiger. Jackson went over and kneeled down, pecking Mark on the forehead before covering his exposed shoulders with the remainder of the fluffy duvet.

The following day was as hectic as Mark had imagined it would be. He had experienced a few live performances and award shows before, but he had never gotten used to the immense pressure, animosity, and excitement that accompanied the events.

The thought of performing in front of thousands of people and millions at home watching was enough to have Mark's skin covered in goose bumps and his fingers trembling. It appeared as though the other members were experiencing the same elation.

BamBam was jogging on the spot, staring at the ceiling whispering words to himself. Next to him Youngjae was humming his scales as the vocal coach had advised.

Jaebum was the only person in the room of seven who seemed to have his emotions in check. His days performing as the JJ Project had him familiar with the anticipation. He made his rounds around the room hugging and lovingly touching each member's shoulder and back, revving the boys up for the performance like the cool and collected, experienced leader he was.

The concept for the day was a very dangerous and sexy look. A lot of studs, leather, and hats. Mark adjusted his leather jacket in the full length mirror as the makeup artist brushed away at his skin with light powders. His hair was done up in a fiery red color that looked like flames, elongating and framing his face into a slim and sexy portrait. The dark liner surrounding his eyes made them pop in a sultry and sexy fashion, evocative of smoke.

Once the boys had finished getting dressed and getting their hair and makeup done, it was time to hit the practice room for a quick last minute pre-show ritual. Each member was given time to hang out in their private dressing room to go over their song lyrics, run through the choreo steps, and just be amongst themselves.

Mark enjoyed the pre-show hangout. It was moments like this where he felt most secure and proud of his position in GOT7. He was able to really take a step back, soak it all in, and realize that he was a small part of such a promising and bright future within the group. Each member brought something so unique to the table, and Mark liked to think over how blessed he was to have been introduced to each person.

He collapsed onto the couch, plugged his headphones in and took his smartphone out. He quickly shuffled to a song by The Weeknd, a favorite of his. As he bobbed his head along and rapped the words silently to himself, Jackson made his way over to the couch and plopped himself down too.

Mark gave a small side-smile towards the boy, not speaking because he didn't want to start a conversation, only wanted to listen to his music and calm his nerves.

Jackson wasn't having any of that. He tugged on the white cord, popping one of the ear buds out in a small suction.

"Markie-Pooh" he whispered, "How crazy is this? Are you excited?"

Mark looked over slightly annoyed, his biggest pet peeve was having his headphone yanked out of his skull.

"Of course I'm excited man. Though I'm a bit nervous too. I want to get that flip right, and I'm not sure if the ground will offer us much traction." he stammered.

"Oh don't worry, we're pros man." Jackson reassured him, placing a hand on Mark's knee that was exposed by a large rip in his black jeans.

Jackson's touch was cold, and Mark could sense that even though he wasn't showing it, Jackson was just as nervous as the rest of them. He just had a very good way of hiding it.

Amidst the sound of Younjae's screaming and BamBam's laughter, time seemed to slow down and the sounds around Mark and Jackson began to drown away.

Mark was met again with the feeling he had before, that warmth in his stomach, as Jackson's thumb moved back and forth, gently stroking his skin.

Almost as if he senses Mark's lust, Jackson shimmies himself over a few inches, getting closer to the boy. They're now sitting closer than normal, their thighs touching on the couch.

The other members pay no mind, at this point they're used to seeing the two boys attached at the hip. Markson, after all.

"Don't worry Mark, we'll do well today. We've trained for this." Jackson hums, ruffling the red hair of Mark.

Mark is confused at the sudden serious tone coming from Jackson, but sighs and leans into the boy's hand, allowing himself to be mollified.

After a peaceful minute of Jackson playing with Mark's hair, the redhead decides they should rehearse one last time for good measure. He starts to stand, only to be instantly pulled back down by Jackson.

"Jacks, we should really go through the moves one last time before show time..." he murmurs.

Jackson leans his body over towards Mark's face and lets out a soft sigh, "And if I don't want to?"

Confused, Mark sits there, looking at the boy who now has a deep and lewd smirk across his face.

"What are you saying?" the red head stammers.

"Let's just rest for a bit. I like sitting here with you." Jackson answers, taking one of Mark's legs and placing it over his two.

"You're crazy, Jackson." Mark says in a half laugh, but decides to throw the other leg over so that he's laying comfortably sprawled out over the younger boy.

"I might be." Jackson says in deep and low timbre voice, his eyes never leaving Mark's face.

There it is again, the feeling in Mark's stomach. That feeling of melting, like quicksand, like falling in reverse. He can't help it, and it's only made worse by the cold hand now finding its way under Mark's jacket.

At first the touch is freezing, but as Jackson's palm makes its way passed Mark's navel and brushes past his happy trail, the feeling subsides and shifts into a warm and tingly sensation.

Mark's eyes dart around the room, making sure nobody else is seeing what is happening. This time though, he doesn't want Jackson's curious hands to stop.

This is also why he doesn't shy away when Jackson leans over past his face and places a few small but hungry kisses onto his neck. The supple and warm lips send jolts down Mark's spine. He is completely helpless as Jackson's tongue skillfully trails along the skin of his nape, circling playfully and stopping just under his ear.

Mark's body tenses and flexes in small bursts at the hand that is still caressing his navel, underneath the warmth of his shirt.

Mark wraps an arm over Jackson's shoulder, leaning into him as he gathers a fistful of Jackson's leather jacket. Jackson recognizes the response and eagerly continues where he left off, sucking at Mark's soft and exposed neck.

The position that Mark is in offers him little support, so he throws another arm over Jackson, hugging the boy to keep himself from falling completely back into the sofa. Before he can arrange himself any further, JB makes an announcement.

"Alright, GOT7. Huddle up, let's go!" he shouts, clapping his hands a few times.

The sound echoes around the dense room, interrupting Jackson's abrading lips. He peeks his face out from behind Mark's head before planting a small kiss on the boy's cheek and lightly pushing the older boy off of his legs.

As the group huddles up in a circle, Jackson adjusts himself so that he's standing behind Mark.

Mark blushes to himself diffidently as he notices Jackson's hands kneading at his lower back, then creeping their way under his shirt so that Jackson's got the red head's waist in a firm and loving grip while they listen to JB speak.

"I want tonight to be special for us. We're rookies, but we're hard workers, and we've got the talent and determination to take us above and beyond what any of us can even imagine." JB said earnestly, looking around intensely at his group's faces, each boy lingering on the leader's words.

Mark was distracted by the vibrations of Jackson's throat only inches away from his ear, the voice whispering quietly so only he could hear.

"I want tonight to be special, too." Jackson breathed, forgetting that JB was even talking at all.

Mark mustered up all his will to keep the focus of his attention on his leader, but the low and seductive voice panting in his eardrum slowly ate away at all of his restraints.

Mark turned his face ever so slightly to the left, where it met Jackson's mouth. He gave a small questioning murmur towards the younger boy which made Jackson smile.

"Let's get out of here." Jackson groaned before thrusting gently into Mark's back.

Mark felt his knees get weak as Jackson's thick boner prodded against his backside. At that moment he was at the mercy of Jackson and the few layers of textile that were separating the two. He felt a wave of shivers break across his skin, leaving goose bumps wherever they went.

He did his best to ignore the burning in the bottom of his stomach, but there was something about the new found knowledge that Jackson was hard which completely aroused Mark beyond belief.

"That's for you if you want it." the low vibrations continued, pulling Mark into a lust filled daze.

Want it? At this point Mark felt as though every fiber of his being needed it.

Mark calmly, and almost without his own knowledge, backed up slightly into Jackson, feeling his length get sandwiched between the two boys.

Jackson cursed under his breath and looked down swiftly.

"Um, JB hyung-" Jackson stuttered, "I forgot my earpiece in the equipment room. I need to go and get it for tonight."

JB stood there with a rattled look on his face, unsure of where this was coming from since he double checked that all sound equipment was accounted for.

"Yeah... alright Jacks. Hurry back," he responded with a sigh.

Jackson nodded and smiled at the leader before turning to Mark in a subtle manner, removing the other boy's microphone as well.

"Mark doesn't have one either - he can come with me though, don't worry! We'll be right back." Jackson said frantically, tugging at Mark's arm as he proceeded to the door.

Mark had a bewildered look on his face, but allowed himself to be dragged towards the entrance of the room. Before they could go any further he stopped Jackson.

"What are you doing? We perform in twenty minutes!" he said, half worried and half excited.

"We'll only need about half that time, if I'm as good as I know I am." Jackson replied quickly, looking over Mark's body like a hungry lion.

"Let's just wait, alright? Trust me, I want this too, but I'm too scared we'll be late." Mark argued, trying to win Jackson over.

Just then, Jackson gave Mark one of the most serious looks he could summon on his handsome and rugged looking face. Mark felt Jackson's eyes shoot through him, his gaze piercing and sharp, breaking down every wall Mark ever had in the moment.

"No, I can't wait..." is all Jackson said, a joyful and apprehensive tone to his words.

Mark was at a loss for words, and silently admitted defeat, knowing he secretly wanted it just as much as Jackson, but wanted to gauge the boy's reaction first to make sure.

Mark nodded, then smirked, allowing Jackson to pull him out of the door and down the hall. They went a few doors over until they were in a storage type room with wooden shelves lined by microphones, cords, and a series of electrical boxes.

Jackson slammed the door behind them, pressing Mark against it firmly, wanting to waste as little time as possible and savor every moment they could with the short window of opportunity they had created.

Their faces met in a hungry and long awaited collision, eagerly fighting for dominance as Jackson started sucking on Mark's bottom lip in a flurry of nibbles and kisses.

Mark fed on Jackson's energy, matching the boy's rhythms, as he snaked his hands under the tank Jackson was wearing and up the spine of his muscular back.

Jackson let Mark remove his shirt, allowing only one second to pass where their lips were apart before being drawn back into the passion filled kiss. The sounds of lips and tongues smacking was the only thing audible in the small closet, save for a few uncontrolled breaths as the two boys worked in tandem, getting as close together as they could.

Jackson moves his waist in a fluid thrust, pressing his crotch up against Mark's. Mark shudders, there it is again.

Jackson weaves his leg in between Mark's two legs, fitting comfortably between the space. Sweat starts to collect on Jackson's forehead as he gyrates himself into Mark.

The light bulb that is suspended from the concrete ceiling begins to sway at the motions of the air, making the atmosphere warm and intense.

Mark wraps his two arms around Jackson's neck, hugging the boy's face closer and closer to his as he continues to greedily suck at Jackon's tongue, all the while it flicks around, curling and sweeping in his mouth.

Jackson lets his hands find their way to Mark's waist again, motioning for the boy to remove his top. Mark obliges and takes his jacket and shirt off in one motion faster than even Jackson was expecting. Within moments they are back face to face - both shirtless, but before Mark can kiss him again, Jackson backs his face up a bit, his nose teasing against Mark's playfully.

"You're going to be the death of me, Jackson Wang." Mark mumbled with a smile, swaying his face as he presses his forehead against the other boy's.

"Turn around." Jackson demands, using the hands on his waist to force Mark to spin around and nearly face plant against the door.

Jackson leaves little to no guess about what he was going to do next, and Mark spreads his legs in impatience.

Jackson's teeth press against the arch of Mark's back, leaving small bruises all over the pale boy's skin as his face works its way down the boy's spine.

Mark's lips are parted slightly, an audible moan leaving his mouth every now and again as the younger boy works masterfully below him.

Gracefully, and without warning, Jackson's lips meet Mark's smooth and bare ass. Mark didn't even realize his pants were now unbuckled and bunched up around his ankles before Jackson's tongue laps and grazes his left cheek.

"You alright, Markie Pooh?" Jackson mouths softly between kisses.

Mark doesn't answer, and instead arches his back nimbly to give Jackson better access to his ass. Jackson takes that as the green light to proceed.

He begins by spreading Mark a little, eager to get a taste of the red head, but not so eager as to skip ahead and ruin the moment. He places his tongue gently against Mark's puckering hole, waiting for Mark to respond, and when he hears a small moan from the boy he continues. At first he uses his tongue to worship the rim, laving and licking with tenacity.

Mark's legs start to get weak at the sensitivity, his entire midsection feeling light and fuzzy with every stroke of Jackson's strong tongue.

A few more gasps and ah's escape Mark's mouth, and he tilts his head down to see that the brown haired boy is now going to work on himself at the same time, stroking and strumming his own erection. The sight of Jackson so purposefully licking at him, and servicing himself to it is almost too much for Mark to handle. He turns away and presses his forehead into the cold door, mumbling curse words to himself as the brunette continues to gnaw and stab his tongue around Mark's entrance.

Remembering how pressed for time they are, Jackson reluctantly stands up, meeting the back of Mark's neck. He plants a wet kiss onto the boy's nape and then lets his strong hands meander their way back down to Mark's slicked and wet hole. At this point, Mark's rim is pulsating and practically begging to be entered.

No words are needed before Jackson gives his long middle finger a rapid suck, lathering it up before placing it against Mark's surging hole, all the while his thick and hard dick is swinging gently, leaving small precum stains against Mark's leg with every accidental poke.

Mark leans his body back into Jackson like a recliner, allowing the heat from their bodies to finally collide, making Mark feel closer to Jackson than he ever thought was possible.

Is this really happening? He thought to himself as he lifted his head and stared blankly into the dimly lit ceiling. A part of Mark thought that this could be some sort of cruel and vivid daydream.

All feelings of reverie and daydream were dashed as a finger made it through the rim and into his ass, burying itself knuckle deep. Mark found himself leaning back even harder as the burning sensation overcame his weak body.

The wet sound of Jackson's finger worshipping Mark's entrance was only combated by the heavy breathing coming from Mark's mouth.

A second finger rubbed generously at the hole now, gaining access shortly after, evoking a feeling of both pain and pleasure simultaneously in Mark.

Jackson bucks his hips up, pressing them into Mark, further pinning the older boy into the door as he scissors his fingers around, searching for the pleasure spot that will make Mark squirm.

When he feels Mark spasm, then tense up and moan, he knows he's got something. He just knows.

"I want you-" Mark manages to say through his intense sensation. "... inside me."

Looking at the watch on his hand quickly, Jackson hums back "I don't have time to grab a condom from my backpack. It's in the next room. I'm sorry, babe."

"I don't want you to use one. It's fine." Mark hums over his shoulder confidently.

Jackson freezes for a second before a mischievous smile forms on his face. He presses a third finger gently into Mark, who is stretched enough that it goes in smoothly, uncontested.

Mark had dreams of this and how it would unfold, which he wouldn't admit to a soul, but the fact that it was now happening was more than he could ever imagine. There's no way he would've been able to anticipate the rush of blood collecting in his cheeks, the tingle of his flesh being licked and bitten, and the buzz of his stomach as Jackson enveloped him with kisses.

The heat between the two boys was nearly palpable as Jackson slid two fingers over the slit of his cock, coating the entire head with his own precum. His cock pulsed at the motions, the veins throbbing in expectancy.

As he prods at Mark's entrance, the older boy leans over, resting his two hands against the door for leverage and support, he takes in a large gulp of air and then breathes it out slowly in anticipation of what's about to happen.

Jackson can barely contain himself as he vibrates, taking a palm full of his own cock to guide it into Mark's wet hole. He slides it around the rim, making sure the precum touches every surface, the sticky liquid doing a good job of coating Mark.

As he braces and gets a firm grasp on Mark's waist, he thrusts slowly and strongly into him. There is a split moment of pain across Mark's face, before the head of Jackson's cock breaches the entry and slides in like the correct puzzle piece.

A small fuck comes from Mark's lips, a mixture of discomfort but mostly pleasure.

"You good?" Jackson says, planting a few sweet pecks onto Mark's back.

"Mhm. Go, go. " Mark says back intently.

Within moments, Jackson is pressing down on the lower half of Mark's back, straddling the boy. The thrusts are mild and slow in speed at first, gaining momentum with each motion. Jackson nearly blurs Mark's vision with his strong hips, writhing and pulsating under him.

Mark has to clamp his hand over his mouth to make sure no more sounds escape. He hears footsteps walk past a few times outside the door, and he does his best not to give them away. He doesn't want this moment to end, ever.

Jackson is now hunched over, almost hugging into Mark's back, fucking the boy with both passion and aggression.

"Fuck, you feel better than I ever thought." Jackson says, an incoherent moan coming from his mouth.

There's a small rumble at the back of Mark's throat as he takes every inch of Jackson's cock, pressing himself back into Jackson's thrusts so that they're bumping and colliding, making slapping noises. He can't get enough of the boy, the feeling of Jackson inside of him is one that he didn't know he needed so badly until now. And now that he has it, he's never going to let it slip away.

After a few minutes of Jackson slamming into Mark, the thrusts becoming harder and more frequent, the younger top prepares to shoot his load.

He takes a finger and presses it near Mark's mouth, which Mark sucks on willingly. Soon Jackson has the two fingers he used to stretch Mark inside the other boy's mouth, as Mark is licking and sucking on them wildly, tasting himself.

Jackson gives Mark everything he has left, in an intense climax, fucking him rapidly for fifteen seconds before he finally tenses up, and with an animalistic groan lets his cum shoot far into Mark. The older has been pumping himself as well, and can barely hold it in as Jackson's body spasm come to a slow stop.

"Where can I come?" Mark pants, looking around for a cloth or tissue. With nothing in sight, he looks up worriedly at Jackson.

Gladly, and without words, Jackson lowers himself onto his knees until he's level with Mark's throbbing dick. He looks up at Mark briefly, smiling, before he gets a firm grasp on the older, stroking smoothly. He decides to put his mouth on Mark, stroking the boy while the head is being massaged by Jackson's tongue.

Within seconds Mark is just as tense as Jackson was, fidgeting around with his hands for something to hold onto, finally landing his hand on the wooden ledge for support.

"Fuck, it's coming." Mark huffs, looking down at Jackson who is busy taking Mark into his mouth fully.

Mark lets go of the ledge and grabs onto Jackson's head reflexively, pressing himself deep into the back of Jackson's throat. As he comes, the hot climax is swallowed instantaneously by Jackson, who gladly continues to suck on Mark, even after the boy has finished.

Mark leans back into the door which is now hot from steam, mellowing out as his heart rate and breathing slowly go back to normal. Jackson stands up and dresses himself slowly. There is an awkward silence before he turns to Mark and stares into his eyes lovingly.

"You're amazing, Mark Tuan." he whispers, pecking Mark's lips softly. Mark blushes into a small and shy smile, he has never heard Jackson say his name in full, and it's heartwarming.

He leans forward and allows Jackson to embrace him, while he nuzzles his face into the younger boy's collar bones.

"Quick, let's get back to the room before they come looking for us." Jackson says softly down to Mark who is still enthralled by the moment.

Mark nods lightly and gets dressed. They speed walk down the hall, taking their microphones out from their pockets, pretending that they had just gotten new ones.

Mark stops to fix his hair in the hallway mirror, which is disheveled and rough from the hands that were running through it just moment before.

"You look fine, Mark. You're gorgeous. Stop." Jackson reassures him, pulling the boy into the room as he opens it.

"There you guys are! We almost went on without you! What were you doing?!" JB shrieks, moving quickly to meet the two.

"Sorry, we had to go to a second storage room, because the first one wasn't stocked properly." Mark lied, adjusting his belt slightly.

"Yeah, we're really sorry." Jackson chimed in.

"Whatever, we're on in three minutes. Let's find our marks." JB said, turning away from the duo, completely oblivious.

Mark smiles shyly at Jackson, who still has a twinkle in his eye.

The boys performed their song "A" as well as "Good Tonight" from their new mini album, still buzzing from the excitement as they left the stage. Mark and Jackson nailed their flips, which pleased them beyond words.

The group gave their 150% effort into their performance, and the crowd responded with cheers and claps. As they left the stage and entered the dressing room, Mark and Jackson were spotted together, Jackson piggybacking Mark with a large goofy smile.

The two had become friends after all, great friends. Mark knew that Jackson was special, and as he rode on the back of the Hong Kong native, he couldn't deny the warm feeling in his stomach coming back. This was turning into something totally new to Mark.

The other members laughed as Mark was carried into the room like a prince and placed on the couch in a graceful and loving manner.

There was a brief moment where Mark was riding on Jackson's back where he thought to himself: I wonder if the other members know I am having a hard time walking properly?

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markgetsetgo · 7 years

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Sincerely Yours

Author: ohhhkenneth

Pairing: Markson (GOT7)

Category: Romance

Length: 6.3k words

Rated: M for smut, cursing

Summary: Mark’s older sister gets a new boyfriend as often as she gets a new hand bag. Most of them are dumb jocks with no personality and who seldom showered, and her new boyfriend Jackson was supposed to be no different. He wasn’t supposed to be charming or gorgeous, and Mark definitely wasn’t supposed to like him this much.

Note: This is part two of a series. The other parts are here.

Sincerely Yours - Part 2

Mark paced anxiously in his room, the sounds of Tammy’s muffled footsteps above him echoed through the house.

It had been a week since Christmas, and a week since he saw Jackson last. Tammy and him were in a fight, so he didn’t come over as much, or at all.

Part of Mark’s nerves told him that she knew about he and Jackson, but he told himself that couldn’t be it, because if she really did know, she would be making things a lot worse for the two of them.

No, she didn’t know. But she deserved to, Mark thought.

He thought of a few unique ways to tell her all about it, but never gathered up enough courage to follow through with any of them.

Mark, usually, was a follower of rules: he waited for the light to turn green before crossing, always bought a train ticket even though nobody ever did checks, and never snuck outside food into the theaters. It just wasn’t in his DNA.

So why, and how did he allow himself to do this to his sister?

Mark laid his head down onto his pillow, his fingertip trailing softly over his lips.

He could still feel Jackson.

He could feel every inch of Jackson’s warm skin against his, the hot air coming from his breath, his voice drumming deeply into his ear.

Just the memory of it alone was enough to have Mark’s head spinning, his insides swirl around, and his dick swell.

Then it hit him; this is exactly why he was able to betray his sister.

Jackson was like a sweet, sweet drug. The forbidden fruit. The one that he can’t have. Ever.

Yet here Mark was, eyes glued to his phone in the darkness, scrolling hungrily through Jackson’s Facebook photos.

He made sure to add Jackson soon after Christmas, knowing that he could use the excuse of Tammy’s dinner to extend the invitation, so not to draw attention to it. Besides, in the eyes of his family and even his sister, he and Jackson were friends now.

When Mark decided that he couldn’t take it anymore, he stuffed his phone under his pillow and headed to the bathroom where he could be alone and finally release all of his sexual tension.

Jackson always had the same intoxicating effect on Mark, even if it was only through a phone screen, showing semi-nude photos of Jackson at a community swimming pool shirtless.

Upon finishing, Mark’s familiar feeling of guilt crept its way back into his mind. There had to be a way to solve this issue once and for all, one where Tammy wouldn’t either A) murder him or B) stop speaking to him for the rest of their lives.

Mark dried his hair and then headed to his bedroom, retrieved his phone and called AJ. The boy answered after a couple of rings.

“What’s up?” he said, his voice muffled by what sounded like food.

“I need your help.” Mark pleaded, again pacing through his bedroom.

“Gonna need you to be quick then, Housewives is on.” AJ answered seriously.

“I slept with Jackson.” Mark said, his voice low and shameful.

The line went quiet, all background noise faded. Mark waited on the other end for some sort of response, but nothing came.

“Uhm. AJ?” he said, checking the phone screen to see if the call had dropped.

“Okay, I’m alone now. I had to shut off the TV and leave the house. My parents are home hosting some book club thing.” AJ finally answered, unmuting his phone. “So, tell me how the fuck that happened, and why you waited this long to tell me.”

Mark laughed a little, a feeling of smugness coming over him, because he knew that AJ secretly had a crush on Jackson. “I’m not sure. We were at Christmas dinner, he came upstairs, there was wine involved, it was all really hazy.”

“Yeah yeah, get to the good part.” AJ nagged, still eating whatever it was he was before. “Was he big?”

“As if I’d tell you that, you perv.” Mark said back, “A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.”

“Mark Tuan need I remind you that I have Tammy on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and her phone number?” AJ shot back loudly.

“He was above average, good thickness, not too small, just right.” Mark quickly responded.

“Thank you.” His friend said, clearly pleased. “I knew that boy was packin’ heat.”

“Whatever, I need your help. How do I tell Tammy?” Mark said, cutting to the chase.

AJ hummed for a moment, unsure of what to say. “Well… you don’t technically have to tell her.”

There was a pause. Mark wrestled with the idea of keeping a secret of that magnitude to himself forever. His stomach grew queasy.

“No, that won’t work. It’ll eat me from the inside out.” Mark said back lowly, feeling dizzy.

“Wait, didn’t you say she treats him like absolute garbage anyway, and is basically like using him to gain some sort of revenge-respect from your parents?” AJ laughed. “You’re sort of doing Jackson a good deed. If you think about it that way…”

Mark’s sour feeling faded. He thought about Jackson for a moment. The boy was more than meets the eye: his hard exterior and jocklike persona was only a shell. There was so much more under the surface.

He then thought about his sister and all of her ex boyfriends. Each one worse than the last, left heartbroken and nearly insane from all of her mind games and manipulation.

He couldn’t bear the thought of that happening to Jackson. It was almost worse than the feeling of lying to Tammy.

“You’re right.” Mark admitted, “Gah, this is so fucked up. I won’t let her treat him like that.”

“Whoa.” AJ pipped. “Mark, you really like this guy, don’t you?”

“I think I do, Jay.” Mark said with a weak voice. Not sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

“Mark can you get off that computer for three seconds and sweep the living room? Jackson is going to be here soon.” Tammy shouted, interrupting Mark’s Youtube video.

The boy lifted the headphones off his head and shot Tammy a puzzled look. “Huh?”

She rested a hand full of acrylic nails onto her hip and then glared, “The living room, Mark. It needs to be swept. It’s filthy. I don’t want Jackson to walk all over it.”

Mark’s attention spiked at the mention of Jackson, “Wait, he’s coming over, like here?”

“Holy shit are you like high or something today? Yes he’s coming over! Right now!” she screamed, retreating to her room.

Mark’s eyes widened as he looked down at what he was wearing. It was Sunday morning, his hair resembled an old crow’s nest, and he was sporting his loosest, oldest pair of pajamas. They were a faded blue color and had ducks all over them.

At lightening speed, Mark bolted down the stairs to his bathroom, skipping every second step. He checked the mirror, and then grimaced at his own reflection.

He sighed, checking the smell of his breath against his palm.

‘Ugh’ he groaned. He immediately went to work combing his hair and brushing his teeth.

By the time Jackson arrived, Mark was back to looking like a million bucks. Or, like he at least had a good amount of sleep and didn’t spend the last four hours on the computer watching cat videos and makeup tutorials on Youtube.

“Hi babe.” Tammy screeched as the door slammed. Mark froze in the basement, focusing all of his attention on the sounds coming from the roof.

After a few muffled words, he heard Jackson’s deep voice rumble. “Sup. Which one is it?”

His voice brought an embarrassing smile to Mark’s face, his cheeks puffed and red from shyness.

“It’s my bathroom. The fucking light broke last night while I was showering. Scared the shit out of me.” Tammy complained, loud enough so Mark heard every word.

“Alright, I’ll do my best.” Jackson said back, his footsteps light against the hardwood as they both went to Tammy’s bathroom.

“And babe, thank you for coming. I know what I said…” His sister’s voice suddenly faded out, and Mark wasn’t able to make out anything after that.

His curiously grew and grew as the whispers from upstairs continued, making Mark consider interrupting their conversation by going upstairs, but he didn’t.

He couldn’t face Jackson after what happened, especially not in front of Tammy. He didn’t know exactly what his body would do, how it would react.

A few sad thoughts trickled into Mark’s mind just then, wondering what Jackson’s feelings were to the entire situation.

He could feel disgusted with himself, totally turned off and angry at Mark for what happened. That happened a lot with straight guys who are curious, after they get what they want the sudden guilt and shame that follows is almost too much to bear.

‘What if he wants nothing to do with me, and never treats me the same ever again’ is one of the many thoughts encircling Mark’s nervous mind.

Part way through another depressing thought, Mark heard the door towards the basement open, the light creaking down the stairs to where his room was.

“In here?!” Jackson said, his voice booming down the stairwell.

“Yeah, just go to the pantry. Ignore my brother, I think he’s getting into some weird drugs lately.” Tammy yelled back before mumbling curses to herself. “And I told him to sweep the fucking-“

Mark’s fingers ran cold, the sound of Jackson coming down the stairs sent his heart rate into overdrive. Every step made the wooden stairs creak and screech until he reached the cement floor at the bottom.

Mark jumped into bed and hid under the covers, doing everything possible to avoid Jackson. As he hid, part of him prayed that the boy would find the light bulbs and then leave. Yet part of him still wished Jackson would find his way into his room and they could pick up where they left off, ignoring the outside world.

That vision faded when there was a light knock at the door. Mark’s eyes shot open, the grip he had on his blankets tightened.

“Hello?” Jackson’s light voice slithered through the door.

Mark didn’t answer. He shut his eyes as tight as he could and held his breath, wanting no sound to escape his body right now.

“Mark, I know you’re in there. Look, we don’t have to talk, I just wanted to say I’m sorry.” Jackson began, his voice low and sad. “I don’t know what came over me… Well, I do actually… You came over me.”

Mark’s grip on the blanket loosened, and he even poked his head out of the covers, his eyes glued to the door where Jackson stood only centimeters on the other side.

“But I’m sorry. And I only hope that I didn’t ruin any sort of friendship we may develop in the future. I can handle not being with you, but I would be crushed if I wasn’t able to at least have you around as a friend.”

Mark sat up on his bed; his lips parted for a moment then froze solid before he could speak. He didn’t know what to say to that.

“Look, I just wanted to let you know I’m leaving. My mom got me a spot in the navy, same division my father was in when he was young. They’ve offered to pay my tuition and school costs if I join for a year, so I’m taking time off to do that. I leave in two days.” Jackson explained, pausing at the end for a response from Mark.

This new information only furthered Mark’s paralysis. It was like a bombshell that was dropped onto his head.

“Anyway, I understand that you don’t want to talk to me. I just wanted to tell you that before you found out from anyone else. Goodbye Mark.” And with that Jackson’s voice disappeared up the stairs.

The next two days had Mark even more melancholic than before. If he was keeping his head above the water before, he was drowning in his feelings now.

He sat at the dinner table a foot away from his sister.

They didn’t usually eat together, but she bought take-out and offered to eat with Mark. Typically Mark would gather a plate and disappear back into the basement like a ghost, but tonight he wanted to get a few things off his chest.

He took a seat next to Tammy on the leather sofa, she was munching away and watching a movie he didn’t know the title of.

“Thanks Tam.” He said, taking a small bite of the lemongrass chicken.

“No problem. You can buy next time.” She answered coldly, eyes glued to the T.V.

Mark fiddled with his chopsticks, every plan of action he had come up with now blurry and fuzzy. There was absolutely no way he was going to be able to tell her, not like this.

“What are we watching?” he asked, taking another bite of his food.

“White Chicks.” She said, turning the volume up on the remote, then giggling at a funny scene. “This movie fucking kills me.”

‘I wouldn’t mind being killed right about now,’ Mark thought at that moment, then sighed knowing that she probably would kill him afterwards anyway, once she found out what he was about to say.

“Tam?” he whispered, looking physically ill.

“Hm?” she said, looking him in the eyes for the first time in a long time. “Mark you aren’t having one of those panic attacks again are you? I suck at dealing with those. Want me to call ba?”

“No. It’s not that..” he replied, shaking his head lightly.

“Oh thank god.” She said, putting her hand on her chest. “For a second I thought-“

Just then her phone rang, it was vibrating near Mark’s left thigh. He couldn’t help but look down and notice Jackson’s name scrawled on the screen.

He pursed his lips, then stared at Tammy as she answered. His fingers still shaky from how close he was to letting her know.

“Hi babe.” Tammy said. “No I’m just watching White Chicks and eating.”

Mark looked down at this plate and poked at a spring roll while his siter continued the call.

“No, I’m not alone. Why?” She said, the concern in her voice growing. “Oh, don’t worry it’s only Mark. Just tell me.”

Mark looked up, wondering if Jackson had told her about the army thing, considering he leaves tomorrow afternoon.

“You’re joking, right?” she snarled.

Guess not, Mark thought.

“What the fuck. Tomorrow? Why am I just learning about this?” Tammy was now speaking in Chinese, in a northern dialect she only used when she was arguing with their parents. Mark could feel the anger vibrating off of her.

“Fuck you!” She screamed. “I knew this was going to happen. I do all of this for you and now you’re leaving. You don’t think about anybody but yourself Jackson!”

Mark bit the inside of his cheek, then considered giving her some space. He didn’t want to be near her in case she began throwing things, but he stayed anyway, wanting to see what she would say.

“You’re unbelievable.” She choked out. “Yeah! You are!”

Mark saw her fist ball up and her nostrils flare, then she said something he couldn’t believe.

“I hope you get shot over there, you selfish bastard!” she yelled into the phone, hanging up before slamming the device onto the floor.

Mark sat next to her silently, blinked a few times, then felt his dislike for his sister triple.

“Sorry you had to witness that.” She said, picking her food back up. “Boyfriends, right?” she smiled, turning the volume back up on the T.V.

Mark was utterly speechless. His stomach churned and the words echoed through his skull, banging around on every ounce of respect he had for her.

“Oh, what did you want to say again?” she asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

“N-nothing.” Mark squeaked out. “Just that I’m not feeling well, so I will put my food into the microwave for later.”

“Fine.” She said.

Mark stood up slowly, gathered his plate, and then walked into the kitchen where he dumped the plastic plate into the garbage. His ears were hot and his chest was heavy, he knew he would never tell Tammy now. There was no way, not after that.

When he was finally showered up and in his pajamas in bed, he couldn’t help but keep thinking about Jackson. He was about to deploy on a very scary, stressful, and important life choice and yet his girlfriend was the only real enemy he had.

Mark rested his head on the pillow, it was nearly midnight, and he felt himself getting more and more tired.

Jackson was leaving tomorrow, and he didn’t know exactly how he was going to do it, but he knew he had to see him one last time. He had to make sure that Jackson knew at least one Tuan cared about him, instead of thinking they both wanted nothing to do with him.

A buzz on Mark’s cell woke the boy up. He blinked sleepily, yawning slightly before picking the phone up. The screen illuminated his room and nearly blinded him.

It was a Facebook message.

Jackson Wang: Please tell me you’re awake.

Mark blinked a few times harshly; he was unsure of what he was reading was true. It was nearly 3AM and Jackson was messaging him.

He typed out a message, then deleted it quickly. Then typed another one, then deleted it again.

Finally he decided on what he was going to send.

Mark Tuan: Yes, I’m awake.

Good job, idiot. He said to himself.

Jackson Wang: Mark I know you’re probably upset and I get that, but you have to know that the last 72 hours have been a living hell for me. By now you’ve probably heard my conversation with Tammy. I still haven’t spoken to her, and I don’t know if I will after that. I told myself I was done being her life, and by default, your life too. But after driving around your block for an hour, I’ve decided that I can’t stay away any longer.

Jackson Wang: I’m parked a block away. All I want to know is if you ever want to see me again. Please, I just need to know. If you say no, I’ll leave. I’m gone tomorrow afternoon anyway; you’ll never have to see me again. But if you say yes, then I’ll at least get a peace of mind. Please, just do me that much.

Mark’s chest grew heavy, the thought of Jackson going stir crazy all night, after what happened with Tammy, made his stomach drop.

Mark Tuan: I’ll unlock the back door. Can you meet me there in 10 minutes? Tammy won’t hear you, she’s asleep and never comes downstairs anyway.

Jackson Wang: I’ll be there in 5.

Mark sat up in his bed, threw the blanket across the room and then dashed to the bathroom to wash his face and comb his hair down. All feelings of exhaustion and tiredness were gone now, replaced by a excitement that buzzed around his entire body.

He changed out of his pajamas and hid them under his bed, opting to wear something more comfortable and less revealing: a pair of plaid boxers and a white v-neck.

As he walked up the stairs towards the back entrance, he spotted Jackson through the window; the boy was coming through the gated fence of the backyard.

It was raining; Jackson was wearing a black fitted ballcap that hid his face, his leather jacket glistening from the moonlight and all of the wetness.

Mark took a deep breath and then opened the door, wanting to waste no time getting Jackson into the house and out of the pouring rain.

When he closed the door and let Jackson shake off the rain, he was finally face to face with the boy that had caused him to feel so many emotions over the last week.

“Hi.” Jackson said, voice full of confused hope.

“Hi.” Mark said with a pouty smile, his hands instantly grabbing for Jackson’s jacket.

Jackson was pulled into a hug that turned into him picking Mark up by the waist, allowing the smaller boy to wrap his legs around him as he moved them down the stairs quietly.

Mark didn’t speak as he clung to Jackson’s strong body, he let his lips drag and kiss against Jackson’s wet, cold neck as they descended the stairs to Mark’s room.

Mark felt the door hit his back, swinging it wide open. The room was dark, except from the light that came from a small Yoda nightlight Mark had next to his closet.

Jackson was able to find his way to the bed easily, dropping Mark onto his back, then crawling up the boy’s body until their lips met.

Jackson pressed firmly into Mark, his kiss deep and hungry. Mark’s arms wrapped around Jackson’s neck tightly, pulling the boy into him as they kissed, Mark’s breathing heavy and labored, as if every ounce of oxygen he could get was coming from Jackson.

Jackson parted from Mark’s lips for only a split second while he took off his jacket, the rain soaked leather hitting the floor with a thud.

“Shh, shh.” Mark said, and Jackson could feel Mark’s mouth smile through their kiss.

“I missed you.” Jackson said with a breathy moan, “Every day, I missed you.”

Mark felt all of the angst and dread he had collected over the last little while surge out of his body with every kiss that Jackson laid on his exposed throat. Jackson was fast and rough, his tongue lapping firmly against Mark’s neck.

Mark adjusted the position of his legs so he was wrapped around Jackson’s waist again, the thrust himself ever so lightly against Jackson.

Jackson felt the visible hard-on Mark had brush against his groin, a feeling that made him shiver with anticipation. He snaked his hand under Mark’s loose shirt, chilling the boy with his cold touch until Mark’s nipples were stiff nubs. Mark’s gyrating hips were pushing Jackson to the limits of his restraint. He had never felt a lust so strongly than he did now, and the mere thought of Mark’s naked body was drawing on all sorts of animalistic instincts.

Wanting to waste no time, Jackson grabbed a fistful of Mark’s collar with each hand, then flexed his muscles and tore the fabric easily off of Mark’s body, tossing the shirt to the ground next to them. It happened so quickly Mark barely had time to react.

“I owe you a new shirt.” Jackson said unapologetically, his hands rubbing and caressing Mark’s exposed torso.

Mark allowed the cold fingers to explore his body, goose bumps forming on every inch of his skin, half from the cold and half from the excitement coursing through his veins.

Jackson moved his focus back to Mark’s erect nipples, tonguing it a few times, teasing him with the warmth before taking one of them into his mouth and covering it with his tongue.

Mark’s hands snaked their way into Jackson’s hair, using it as more of a place to let his clawing out on rather than for support. Jackson continued to kiss and suck on Mark’s extremely sensitive nipple, his other hand pinching and prodding the adjacent one.

Mark felt an overwhelming tightness in his boxers, his erection screaming to be touched. He pushed down the waistband and then shimmed out of them, not wanting Jackson to rip those off too, because he would do it without a second thought.

“Take yours off too,” Mark said, eager to see Jackson in the nude again, clearly not shy to admit it.

Jackson smirked in the low light, then wrestled the jeans off of his legs and to the floor so that he was in his white briefs. Then he moved Mark to the side and laid down on his back, motioning for Mark to climb on.

Mark giggled softly, tugging on the fabric that hid Jackson’s cock. “These, off.”

Jackson smiled. “Yes sir.”

He then pushed his briefs down to the end of his legs and kicked them to the side. His fully hard, perfect 8” cock sprang back onto his stomach, much larger than how Mark remembered it. Even in the low light, with only the dark outline around it, Mark could tell that it was big, and it was almost mouth watering.

“Now, come.” Jackson said, tapping his belly twice for Mark to sit.

Mark swung a leg over Jackson’s abdomen and sat comfortably, Jackson’s throbbing cock nestled nicely between Mark’s ass.

With subtle movements, Jackson moved his hips, bucking up slightly so that his cock massaged gently against Mark.

Mark closed his eyes and arched his back in response, allowing the circumcised dick press against his ass.

Jackson took Mark’s hands into his own, clasping their fingers in between each other’s. “What do you say, want to give me a parting gift?” he teased.

“Uh huh,” Mark said, still entranced by the thick penis that was grinding onto his backside.

“You’re so beautiful, fuck.” Jackson spit out, pulling Mark back down to him to kiss him again.

“I want those pretty lips around my dick now.” Jackson said, a firm hand on Mark’s head pushing him downward.

Mark smirked and kissed the side of Jackson’s mouth, then his cheek, and then down his neck, passed his chin, down his chest and met with his fuzzy stomach, every inch making Jackson squirm in pleasure.

When he had a firm grasp on it, Mark squeezed the cock a couple times, admiring how solid it was. There wasn’t any denying how horny Jackson was.

“Man it’s big.” Mark said to himself, licking the head once to taste the sweet precum.

“It’s yours.” Jackson answered, looking down at Mark’s handsome face.

Mark closed his eyes and pushed the entire cock into his mouth, pushing down as far as he could before it became painful, his tongue curling and massaging firmly.

Jackson’s hands grasped Mark’s head promptly, guiding the boy with every thrusting motion.

The warmth of Mark’s mouth was evident in Jackson’s soft moans, and as Mark took more and more into his mouth, Jackson watched eagerly.

“I want you to come.” Mark hushed, kissing the side of Jackson’s length, looking up at him expectantly. “Come for me”

Jackson nodded, closed his eyes and rested his head back into the pillow, his hands gripping stronger onto Mark’s head.

Mark worked more intensely now, sucking and twisting his mouth while furiously jerking Jackson off.

The wet sound of Mark’s mouth filled the room as he pumped Jackson closer and closer to the edge.

Jackson’s mouth parted and he let out a deep rumble, then a sharp exhale as his entire body tensed up and the first rope of come shot onto Mark’s lips. Mark smiled and jerked Jackson quicker, placing his mouth over the head and making the rest of the shoot out in thick spurts.

Jackson’s body vibrated as he came, waves of euphoria showering over his every muscle, Mark swallowed down the orgasm down happily and without much effort.

“Wow, that was a lot.” Mark said, moving his body back up to lay beside the exhausted boy.

“I didn’t think this would ever happen again, it was so frustrating because I kept fantasizing about.” Jackson admitted with a tired laugh.

“Jackson..” Mark said quietly, resting his head onto the boy’s shoulder, “I missed you too. Every day.”

Jackson’s expression was that of surprise. A smile formed on his face after a momentary pause, and he wrapped a strong arm around the boy, pulling him in closer into a cuddle.

“I’m sorry my sister is such a bitch.” Mark said with an apologetic tone. “Nobody should ever be told something like that.”

Jackson let out a long sigh and looked at the ceiling in silence. A few minutes passed as the boys laid together in their sweaty and warm embrace, then Jackson spoke.

“You know… when I was younger my father used to leave a lot. Naval missions. Sometimes he was gone for months, sometimes weeks. I remember he used to always tell me, ‘Jackson, don’t you miss me. You��re a strong man, right?’ and I used to nod, even though I was close to crying.” Jackson’s tone was low and somber. “He used to give me a keychain before I left. It was always a boat of some sort, or a cruise ship. He said that when I felt low, I should look at the keychain and remember that he was coming back for me. I didn’t think much of it then, but now I feel so grateful for it. Because he did come back to me, you know. Every single time. I would wait at the window for him, and he would always get out of the cab and smile at me, waving happily. It was his promise, and he kept it.”

Mark felt a sting of sadness as Jackson told him this, knowing that Jackson’s father had passed away last year through Tammy. They were really close, apparently.

“I’m happy that he was able to do that for you, Jacks.” Mark replied, nestling closer into the gap of Jackson’s neck, brushing his check lightly with his own.

“I’m scared.” Jackson admitted with a scared and uneasy laugh, “I didn’t tell my mother because I don’t want her to worry, but I am.”

Mark sat quietly; he listened to every word Jackson spoke that night, calming him down until the brave boy fell asleep in his arms.

When morning came Mark woke up with a bittersweet feeling. Jackson’s handsome face was still asleep next to his, snoring silently and peacefully. The sight made his heart warm, but he knew that Jackson had to leave.

When he was sure Tammy was in her room, he gave Jackson the green light to leave.

“I leave tonight at 4. Can I see you before then?” Jackson said with one foot out the door.

“I’d like that. I’ll see what I can do.” Mark said quietly.

Jackson smiled from ear to ear and laid a sweet kiss onto Mark’s cheek, before he could pull away Mark grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back in for a deep and sensual makeout. His tongue pressed deeply into Jackson’s mouth, warm and soft for a solid two minutes.

Mmm, mm Jackson moaned through the kiss. “You can’t do that to me, it’ll make leaving even harder.”

Mark smiled shyly and waved at Jackson as he trotted out the backdoor and through the gate, disappearing into the alley.

“Let me get this straight, you had a sexy rendezvous with a muscle hunk who snuck in out of the rain at three in the morning?” AJ said in disbelief.

“God, you make it sound so fake. I swear it happened.” Mark groaned.

“I feel like I don’t even know you. This is some soap opera stuff.” His friend laughed.

“Anyway!” Mark interrupted. “He’s leaving today, this afternoon actually.”

“That blows. How long will he be gone, few weeks?” AJ wondered.

“A year.” Mark said, saddened by saying it out loud.

“Wow, what the fuck.” AJ spit out. “And you’re just going to let him leave after you’ve both discovered each other and your feelings for one another? I literally cannot with you Mark. I’m just trying to eat breakfast and watch Housewives and you’re dropping this all on me.”

“I wish it wasn’t true, too. Believe me. But there’s nothing I can do, his bus is set and everything. It’s happening.” Mark answered.

“How does that make you feel?” AJ questioned.

Mark sat down on his bed; the past few days were such an emotional roller coaster that he wasn’t even able to really sit down and let himself register it all. He had never been asked about it either, since it was a secret, and now that he was put on the spot, he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“I’m heartbroken, Jay.” Mark said softly after a pause, emptiness in his voice now.

AJ, being the best friend that he was, noticed right away how Mark felt. He noticed the tears in Mark’s voice without having to ask.

“Sweetheart, I’ll meet you at Starbucks in twenty minutes, don’t be late.” He said before hanging up.

It was convenient being best friends with someone that grew up in the same area as you, because when you needed somebody, you could always walk to their place.

Mark and AJ had been going to the same Starbucks for eight years, the occasion always different, but always important.

The day AJ’s parents got divorced, Mark met him there and they shared a muffin and drank skim milk lattes.

When Mark’s dog passed away, AJ was waiting at Starbucks with a hot chocolate and a shoulder to cry on.

Now here they were again, years later, with Mark a mix of emotions over a boy he no doubt cared about more than anyone before.

AJ pulled Mark’s head into him and rested it on his shoulder; Mark sniffled a little and closed his eyes, steadying his breathing slowly.

“You know, I’ve never seen you like this before. Even when you broke up with what’s his face in ninth grade. You really liked him but it didn’t bother you all that much. Now, you’re all fucked up and it’s over a guy you aren’t even dating. I’m no expert on love, but I think it’s safe to say that’s what this is.” AJ explained.

Mark sipped the mocha he had cupped in his hands then ran the words through his head over and over.

“Love.” He said quietly, almost too quiet to hear.

“You’ve got it bad, babe.” AJ said, wiping a tear from Mark’s cheek. “When are you meeting him? It’s getting late.”

“His bus leaves at 4, I still have time.” Mark answered calmly.

“Really, cause it’s a quarter to four now.” AJ said, showing Mark his phone.

Mark’s eyes spiked open and he nearly fell off the couch. “Fuck!” he shouted.

“I’ll give you a ride, let’s go.” AJ offered quickly, packing his things up.

“I better not be too late.” Mark said, his leg bouncing furiously as they drove.

Ten minutes later they pulled into a large grocery store parking lot where a silver-plated bus was parked. There were families all around; young men carrying large camouflaged sacks of clothes hugged and kissed their loved ones as they boarded the bus.

Mark’s eyes skimmed the faces quickly until he saw Jackson near the back corner of the lot with his mom.

“Right there!” Mark said nervously.

“Okay, deep breath. Go get em’ sweetheart.” AJ cheered him on effeminately.

“Thanks.” Mark said, exiting the vehicle in a dash.

Jackson looked around hopefully one last time before looking down in disappointment, realizing that nobody was coming. He hugged his mom one last time before swinging the heavy knapsack over his shoulder and headed toward the bus.

“Jackson!” Mark’s voice rang out from the crowd, instantly grabbing the attention of the boy. He swung around and saw Mark running towards him. A large and goofy grin formed on Jackson’s face now.

Mark stopped in front of Jackson with a smile and a huff.

“Mark…” Jackson said astonished, dropping the bag to his feet. “I didn’t know if you were coming.”

“I said I would.” Mark breathed out. “But Jackson, I have something to tell you.”

“Me first.” Jackson said quickly. “Hold on.”

He reached down into his backpack for a minute, then rose again with something in his hands.

“Mark…” Jackson started, his eyes growing red and puffy now. There was a crack in his voice as he spoke, “I’m really, really going to miss you. It’s so crazy, because we’ve known each other for a while but are only now becoming close. But I never want this to end.”

Mark looked down at the package in Jackson’s hand.

“I can’t believe myself right now, I’m sorry.” Jackson apologized, turning his head to the side to hide his tears.

“Jackson.” Mark gestured, placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder, now emotional himself. “Stop, you’re making this harder for me.”

“I’ve only cried twice in the last ten years, I think.” Jackson said through a sniffle, “When my dad died, and now today.”

He lifted the small box and offered it to Mark. The redhead slowly reached out and opened the box. Inside there was a small shiny, silver keychain with a large ship etched into it.

“This is for you.” Jackson said softly.

Mark took the keychain into his hands; as he examined the keychain he noticed that on one side of the ship, the words ‘I promise’ were engraved.

“Jacks…” Mark said slowly, looking over the gift.

“This is so you’ll know that I’ll come back.” Jackson said wiping away a tear. His cheekbones tensed and his face turned hard and brave. “And if you’ll let me, I’ll come back to you, and only you.”

Mark’s face shot up quickly, “You mean..”

“You heard me.” Jackson said firmly.

“Jackson, I love you.” Mark said, the words left his mouth so quickly he barely had time to realize what he was saying. Jackson’s stone cold face was broken down just then, and he picked Mark up and off of his feet, kissing the boy sweetly as they circled into a small twirl before landing back down on the pavement.

“I love you too, Mark.” Jackson said. “Thank you for giving me a damn good reason to return, and someone to send letters to every week.”

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Exes and Ohs

Author: ohhhkenneth

Pairing: Markson (GOT7)

Category: Romance

Length: 10k words

Rated: M for smut, cursing

Note: This story is part of a series. The other parts are here.

Exes and Ohs - Part 1

"So your sister is forcing you guys to meet and actually talk?" AJ, Mark's best friend, questioned as he swung his legs freely off the side of Mark's twin bed.

Mark was reluctantly getting dressed, he knew that if he let his sister down for the third time she would most definitely murder him and make it look like an accident. Still, he was less than excited to meet Jackson.

Jackson was Tammy's boyfriend. And truthfully, Mark had already met him more than a number of times, they just hadn't spoken yet. But when your sister is dating the star quarterback; a boy whose idea of a good time is shot-gunning a beer and then arm wrestling all of his friends, you tend to keep your distance. Or, at least you do if you're Mark.

Mark would love to be friends with Jackson, he just couldn't bring himself to break that ice between them because their personalities were so, so different. If Jackson was X, then Mark was definitely O.

Still, he had a duty to Tammy, being her roommate and also her sibling. So when she called him from upstairs, he sighed and shouted back that he'd be up in a minute. Only, he wanted to crawl back under his blankets and let the night pass him by.

Unfortunately, AJ had an escape plan and faked some sort of family emergency so that he could leave. And just like that, Mark's only support was gone - leaving him to the lions. Jackson being the biggest, fiercest lion of them all.

Mark adjusted his forest green bowtie, his red sweater vest hugged nicely around his thin body. He took a small gulp and then made his way upstairs.

Halfway up the stairs he caught an earful of what sounded like Jackson coming through the door. There was a moment of silence before a laughter erupted into the house, booming down the halls and nearly shaking the pictures off of the wall.

Yep, Jackson.

Mark braced himself for what he imagines is going to be the most painfully awkward meeting he's ever had to sit through.

Tammy's boyfriends always came around, though; Jason, Chris, Caleb, it was always the same person with a different name: a testosterone filled numbskull with too much money and whose only loves were sports and girls.

So what made Jackson so different?

Well, for one it's Christmas Eve, and Tammy has prepared a smorgasbord of food. Half of which she no doubt ordered from the local deli, because everybody knows that the only thing Tammy can cook perfectly is toast, and even that's a bit risky.

She must really, really like Jackson. It was her longest relationship of them all - five months. Although that may not seem incredibly monumental, it was for Tammy. Her and Mark's parents were always on her case to find herself a decent husband to move in with.

She ditched university two semesters in to chase after a career as an esthetician; that wasn't exactly falling through as planned. And everyone needs a back up plan - part of Mark believed that that's exactly what Jackson was. The tall, muscular, obnoxious boy was nothing more than a backup plan.

If that is indeed true, then tonight Tammy was hitting a home run. There's no way he could leave her after all the trouble she went through to prepare dinner and make him meet her parents. That would seal the deal, he thought.

Mark couldn't help but make a detour through the cozy kitchen on his way to the door. The smells of turkey, stuffing, dumplings and pie filled the small house like a dangerous and tasty smoke.

Mark felt his stomach rumble a little under his sweater. At least he would get a good meal out of all of this, it wasn't totally a loss. Plus, it might even shut Tammy up for a few weeks, if he's lucky. Everybody wins.

"Jackson, you know Mark. He's my little brother." Tammy introduced, "Mark, this is Jackson. He's my boyfriend."

It took nearly everything in Mark not to be a sarcastic asshole in that moment. Tammy already knew that they knew each other. God, she was acting so incredibly fake. Must've had something to do with the extravagence of tonight; all the food, the decorations, and Tammy's outfit.

Strung around the entire border of the old house was meters and meters of Christmas lights. They were beautiful, and had a switch on the powerline that changed their hue, cycling through basic Christmas colors; red, green, white, blue.

Tammy's hair was pulled up into a tight and neat French roll. Her lips were a devilish red color, framing her small lips perfectly. She was really pretty, if only her personality would reflect it too.

Tammy always had ultierior motives in everything she did. One time when they were young their parents took Mark and Tammy to an ice cream shop. Tammy asked their parents for money to buy her and Mark an icy snack; however, when they actually got up to the counter, Mark was devastated to find out that she had no intention of getting him one. Instead she pocketed the change and sort of just smirked at Mark.

That's when Mark realized he couldn't trust Tammy. Sure he loved her, but he didn't trust her, not for one second.

When they returned back to their parents, they asked Tammy where Mark's ice cream went. She lied and said that Mark's fell onto the floor and some dogs licked it up. Her parents felt so bad for Mark that they gave Tammy more money to replace the ice cream.

That was the day Tammy cashed in on Mark's helplessness and made herself an extra ten bucks.

"Hey Mark, what's up?" was all Jackson muttered. He extended a firm hand in some sort of bro-handshake that Mark awkwardly tried to follow. Their hands fumbled around a little before Mark just gave up and withdrew his small hand.

"Mark." he quipped back, pursing his lips and giving out a contrived nod.

Tammy seemed pleased with herself. Her plan was coming into fruition, the two boys standing awkwardly in front of her like two pawns in her elaborate game to get married.

"Let's eat, whattaya say?" her voice is hopeful, directing the two into the kitchen.

The two boys follow like sheep, and it's almost glaringly obvious they'd both be somewhere else.

When they get to the cherry wood table, there's four seats. Mark takes the one closest to the window, since that was always his chair. Jackson takes the seat across from him, and Tammy remains standing to hand the food out.

Mark looks down, trying his best not to make eye contact with Jackson or Tammy, as if not looking at them would somehow allow his body to be somewhere else. He places a white cloth onto his lap.

His outfit is quite festive; between the green bowtie, the maroon sweater vest, and his pants - soft white chords - he feels quite confident in his style.

Tammy and Mark were not enemies, not even close. They were quite similar actually, aside from Tammy's innate need to manipulate everything and everyone into her favor.

One thing his sister and he had in common was their incessant need to match their outfit to whatever event or ocasssion they were currently at. Tonight was, of course, no different. Between the two of them, if you didn't know them better, looked like a pair of Santa's little helpers. Tammy even had a festive red bow in her hair.

Jackson was the only person who looked like he wasn't working in a Christmas factory. When Mark finally gathered the nerve to shoot him a glance, he was surprised to see that Jackson had bulked up a lot since he last saw him.

Jackson was wearing a white long sleeve t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His shoulders were broad and quite large, pulling the cotton of the shirt into a tight bend. His biceps were bigger too, fighting eagerly to break out of his sleeves when Jackson bent his arms.

Mark does everything he can to divert his attention to anything other than the fact that Jackson is very, very good looking.

"Tammy," he squeaks lowly, "Can you pass me the uh, the peas."

Tammy replies with a nod and scoops a couple portions of peas onto Mark's empty plate.

"Me too please, sweetie." Jackson echoes, holding his white plate up to Tammy.

She serves him some peas too. Everything falls quiet after that, save for the few clanks of cutlery against the ceramic dishes.

Tammy finally finishes distributing all of the food, and by then Mark's hunger level is nearing its boiling point.

Before they can even say anything else, he's digging into the mashed potatoes laid out in front of him, like someone who has never eaten in a month.

"Gosh, Mark." Tammy scoffs under her breath, shooting him side eyes. "Take it easy, you're not an animal."

Mark's eyes grow a little, realizing how he must look to the others. He grunts a little in embarrassment and leans back into his chair, adjusting himself and dotting his mouth with his cloth.

"Nah, it's cool hun. Shows he likes your cooking. I think it's cool when a man can dig into his food like that." Jackson defends him, and strangely Mark feels a little less embarrassed - almost proud.

Although Mark knows damn well that the mashed potatoes he is currently ripping apart did not come from their oven, but instead from Swiss Chalet's Christmas menu down the block. Still, he decides not to completely blow the lid on Tammy's operation, even if she is already picking him apart and the meal just started.

"So babe, tell Mark about yourself. You are finally able to talk, this is exciting." Tammy proposes, ignoring her food and leaning onto the table with her elbows supporting herself. "Aw, my two boys."

Mark feels a certain queasiness in his lower stomach, probably a natural reaction to how phony Tammy is being, but he quells it, trying instead to focus on whatever dribble Jackson will decide to spew out.

"Well.." he begins, clearing his throat. His voice was deep and serious, with a hint of confidence. "I'm currently studying at M. Tech, and hopefully if things go my way I'll be graduating at the end of this year with my degree in Advanced Robotics."

Mark smells bullshit.

"Wow, fascinating." he shoots back, almost completely sure that Jackson is lying, but doesn't feel like blowing the lid on his cover either.

It seems like all night, Mark will be holding himself back from revealing the true identity of both his sister and his sister's lover. They really were made for each other, he thought.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say that's sarcasm." Jackson shrugs, focusing in on Mark's blank expression.

Well, he was right. Mark wasn't believing a damn word that Jackson said.

"No, really, fascinating. I'm just a little surprised that a football jock managed to get into the best technical school in this province," he admitted, sort of realizing that his voice came out a little more pointed than he originally intended. He didn't want to offend Jackson, but he also didn't appreciate being fed lies. Tammy's cooking was bad enough.

"So what, I play football. I'm damn good too. Gotta pay for college somehow, right?" Jackson smirks and then starts eating, like he's won the argument already.

"Babe has a full ride to M. Tech because his coaches put his name forward for scholarships. He was chosen out of a lot of players to receive that money, too. It's kind of a big deal, Mark." Tammy chimes in, as if she was waiting for a chance to talk her man up.

Mark was beginning to feel a little cornered, so he made a hasty decision to abandon his interrogation approach and try to play the nice guy. All he had to do was get through this dinner, then when Tammy breaks up with him, he will never have to endure another encounter with Jackson.

"I apologize then, that's pretty admirable. Good job, Jackson." he concedes.

Jackson lifts his head and a large goofy smile curves onto his lips. There's a piece of turkey sitting at the corner of his mouth, and he speaks with enthusiasm, food still being chewed inside his mouth. "Thanks man!"

Mark puts his head down and frowns a little, grimacing away from the sight of Jackson's full mouth. How could someone like Jackson Wang manage to get accepted into M. Tech, especially on a full scholarship, no less.

Maybe he was a bit premature in his judgment of the boy after all.

The evening presses forward at a monotonous and bland pace, with Tammy filling the silence with her tales of being a top shot esthetician, even though she hadn't even graduated from her eight month nail tech program.

Jackson does his best to appease her, nodding and smiling as if he knows what cuticles are and appreciates nail art or the like. It's quite painful for Mark to witness. Their relationship had about as much substance as Tammy's homemade bread loaf - slim to none.

One thing that wasn't as painful to watch, though, was how Jackson's eyes curved into semi-circles everytime he laughed. His dark eyes shimmering in the dim light, resembling stars in a night sky.

Mark felt himself get a bit self-conscious, making sure that Tammy didn't notice him staring at Jackson. He wasn't even sure himself what it was about Jackson specifically that made him alluring.

Mark needed to continuously remind himself that Jackson was:

1. Tammy's boyfriend. Ew. 2. Only temporary, he would be gone as soon as Tammy got bored. 3. Straight. And even if there was a chance, he wasn't Mark's type at all, not even a little bit.

These three points stirred around in Mark, making him look away from Jackson when he noticed the other was staring. Made him offer to pour his own wine, when Jackson offered.

It went on like this for the remainder of the evening. Tammy and Jackson were on their second bottle of Sauvignon Blanc, and Tammy was beginning to act pathetic and whine about her weak calves and her lack of thigh gap.

Mark knew it was time to retreat to the basement where he slept. He thanked Tammy for the food, which surprisingly was pretty good overall and definitely hit the spot. She was too busy sobbing about her split ends to notice though. Then he gave Jackson a friendly wave and disappeared down the stairs to his man cave.

Morning snuck up on Mark quicker than he'd like.

He summons himself out of bed and groans lowly to himself. Even though he only had one glass of wine, his head was pounding slightly, and his vision was a little blurry.

He dragged his feet to the window, his bunny slippers making a light scratching noise against the hardwood.

He sneered at the bright white snow outside that nearly blinded him, promptly shutting his curtains before heading for the bathroom to freshen up.

When he reached the door and pushed it in, it only made it a little ways before hitting something and bouncing back.

Turns out that something was in fact a someone. And that someone was none other than Jackson Wang, resident bad boy and unwelcomed guest. He was wearing a pair of penguin pajama pants and a dark black muscle tee. His arms were strong as always, bulging a bit as he shaved his face.

"What are.." Mark's voice was low and a little slurred, he rubbed his eyes sleepily and groaned, sliding through the crack of the door to see Jackson shaving. "What're you doing?" he asks.

Jackson nearly falls over at the intrusion, almost slicing his lip off with the razor. He drops the razor and then loses his balance, stepping on the plastic tool in the process.

His face transforms into one of extreme pain as he bounces around on one foot trying to regain his composure, uttering strong breathy curses as he bounces. "Fuck fuck fuck shit. Ugh!"

Mark stands there in his baby blue bathrobe, blinking questioningly a few times. His red hair bunches around his eyebrows and barely covers his eyes. In his left hand is his small bag of essentials; shampoo, soap, facewash, etc.

"Are you alright?" Mark's voice is low and tired. He almost doesn't need an answer, seeing as Jackson is sitting on the toilet now, examing the small wound on his foot.

"Tammy's uh," he groans, as if his sentence is being interrupted by the pain in his foot, "her uh, bathroom. She's taking so long."

Mark nodded once and tongued the inside of his cheek, his little bag tapping away at his hipbone. He understood though, the amount of time Tammy spent in the washroom every morning was absolutely criminal.

Seeing as he had no other choice, he decided to go about his business washing up while Jackson was still present.

"Hope you don't mind." he mumbled, rubbing one eye and approaching the sink.

"Go ahead. Your bathroom after all." Jackson replies, shaking his head apologetically, motioning toward the sink for Mark to get ready.

It was a bit awkward at first, Mark brushing his teeth a foot away from Jackson, who was propped up on the toilet seat, shaving with a small compact mirror. Mark felt a tinge of guilt for forcing Jackson to hurt his foot, and for kicking him off the main mirror so he had to use the small hand held one.

After a moment of quiet contemplation, he took a step to the left, closest to the wall, in order to allow Jackson room to get ready.

"Here, there's room for us both." he told the elder. Jackson's ears perked up and he blinked owlishly at Mark for a second before smiling in agreement.

He raised himself up and stood next to the redhead, looking down at him nervously for a moment before continuing his shaving, almost as if needing more permission.

Mark glanced briefly at Jackson in the mirror, and for a moment caught himself wondering why Jackson was even shaving at all. His face looked oddly handsome with the five o'clock shadow coming in. It gave him a sort of maturity, authority, and masculinity.

Five minutes passed and Mark was now washing his face, rubbing the cleanser generously onto his pale face.

He had flawless skin, which he was almost always receiving compliments for. This was his secret though, for maintaining his perfect complexion.

Jackson finished his last stroke, tapping the razor against the sink a couple times to shake off the water before placing it back into his Hugo Boss shaving bag.

Mark expected Jackson to thank him and then leave, naturally. But of course, Jackson wasn't finished.

"Um, hope you don't mind." he clears his throat. Just then he takes his muscle shirt off in a clean and fluid motion, revealing a flat and hard stomach, his stomach muscles rigid and defined even though Mark was sure he wasn't flexing.

The hair under Jackson's belly button chased down towards his waistband, disappearing under the fabric, almost begging to be followed. The sight of Jackson's soft navel stirred something inside of Mark that he was tried so hard to stifle last night.

His lower abdomen flared up in heat, rumbling in a nervous yet excited feeling. Mark snapped his focus back onto the mirror, exercising superhuman restraint not to gawk over Jackson from the reflection. His body was just so, so perfect.

"Uh," Mark stammered, unsure of what to say. "What, uh. Huh?"

Jackson turned back and raised an eyebrow in a cocky manner. "I mean, you could join me but that would be sort of weird, and I'm sure your sister wouldn't appreciate it." he joked, now untying his penguin pajamas and letting the strings fall, before pulling them down and letting them hit the floor at his feet.

He took two small steps out of them and to the side, standing there in nothing but skin tight black boxer briefs.

Mark's restraint completely crumbled as he let his eyes beam hungerily over Jackson's lower half. He was rewarded with the sight of Jackson's thick and muscular thighs, his crotch tucked nicely into the underwear, but still impressive.

Mark quickly leaned down into the sink, frantically tossing water onto his face to rinse off the soap, almost as if he was washing away all the horrible and inappropriate thoughts he had in that second. Almost as if he could wash away the fact that in that moment he wanted to push Jackson down onto the toilet seat and stradle him, sitting on his lap and feeling his warm olive skin against his own.

When he finally toweled his face off and caught his breath, he realized that he hadn't answered Jackson. The boy stood in front of Mark expectantly, his face a little smug, and clearly he was comfortable with his body.

"I'll just shower after you then." he shrugs, smiling a little before grabbing at his shower bag and retreating to the safety of his room.

When he enters the now dark room, he slams the door behind him and his left hand flies to his mouth, covering it as he slides down the door on his back. His heart still beating and his feet still jittery, wondering what exactly he just saw and why it made him feel that way.

Jackson, the straight, jock quarterback was naked, only a few meters away from him in the next room. Probably rubbing soap onto his pecs, and the water running down, creeping through valley between his abs, then down to his-

Oh god.

Mark couldn't believe where his mind was going. Somewhere upstairs Tammy was still curling her hair, or applying her makeup, and down here Mark was having the most vivid fantasy about her boyfriend and all the things he secretly wanted to do with him. The thoughts alone were enough to make Mark want to stay home and not go to their parents house for lunch.

But of course, he went.

Because you don't turn down an invitation on a holiday in an Asian family, and especially not in the Tuan family.

Tammy was a pretty good indication of what Mark's mother, Dorine, was like. Her hair was a light brown color, dyed to cover the greys now and curled into a large behive sort of style, one that she wore since she was twenty or so, Mark recalled.

She was strict, very proper, and believed in old family traditions and customs. She always said grace before every meal and she was awake before sunrise, preparing her husband's clothes - Mark's dad - for the day, ironing them free of wrinkles and preparing him a fresh pot of coffee to go with his full breakfast. She was definitely the epitome of stay-at-home mom.

Mark's dad, Raymond, was the opposite. He had a silly looking mustache that perfectly mirrored his personality - silly. Mark liked to hear stories of how his mother was won over by Raymond's undeniable charm, even though she wanted to kill him the majority of the time. If Dorine was X, then Ray was O. Although his parents were polar opposites, they seemed to work.

When it was finally time to head over to the rents place, Mark opted to drive himself.

Something about spending an awkward forty minute drive with Tammy and Jackson, with the Christmas day traffic thrown into the mix, was unacceptable to Mark.

He jumped into his Range Rover, waved at Tammy, then peeled out of the drive way, eager to beat the couple to the destination so he didn't have to be around when his mother sized Jackson up for the first time.

The drive was calm, and gave Mark a chance to calm himself down from the more than generous view he got this morning of Jackson in the bathroom. He gripped his wheel, squeezing it impatiently as the traffic jam inched once every couple minutes.

Outside the car he saw a group of children in a nearby park having a snowball fight and making snowmen. It vaguely reminded him of his siblings and their activities around Christmas. His younger brother Joey was always the first to throw a snowball, following by Tammy and then Gy, his other older sister.

When Tammy left for college she needed a roommate, and since Mark was just finishing high school, he decided that he could live with her. He figured there wasn't much damage she could do, considering they'd already lived together their whole lives.

Besides, Joey was too young, and Gy already had her own family and home. Mark was the only feesable option, one that Tammy was even a little hesitant to make. But in the end it worked out, and Tammy and Mark have been roommates for almost two years.

It's nothing of a symbiotic relationship, but it works. Works because Tammy has her own space upstairs where she can be the ruler and tyrant, and she almost never ventures further than the pantry, halfway down the stairs, into Mark's little lair. Things were good.

After the traffic loosened up, Mark pulled off the freeway and was arriving at his parent's place.

The house was large - almost too large. It gave the false impression that Mark's family were some sort of rich politicians or people of old money. None of this was true.

Dorine, being the smart and savvy woman she was, used her father's life insurance money to make clever investments. She tracked all of her expenses and budgeted accordingly. The family didn't have anything they didn't need - there was no room for excess in the Tuan house. That's how Raymond and Dorine were able to fly themselves back to Taiwan every year to visit family. They were frugal.

Mark parked behind Gy, making sure to leave enough room for Tammy and Jackson.

When he entered the house, he was immediately bombarded with hugs from his relatives. Two young boys, no older than five or six, clung to his leg.

"Uncle Mark, uncle Mark!" they shouted at a deafening volume. They were Gy's sons. Twins. Double the trouble, but extremely cute. Definitely Mark's favorite.

"How're my troublemakers, huh?" Mark kneeled down, ruffling the boy's hair.

"We still never got in trouble for the water hose trick." one of them smirked.

"Good men." Mark said proudly, hugging the boys in one arm each before taking his coat and scarf off.

This time, his outfit was less festive, but still very proper and well kept. He wore a silver cardigan thrown over a white button up, and a pair of black slacks that hugged his long legs nicely.

"Where's Tam?" Raymond asked, looking past Mark as if someone else was still coming in.

"They'll be here any moment. I drove alone." Mark replied, accepting the hug from his father. Mark and Raymond were very close, and little words needed to be spoken in order for them to understand each other.

Mark headed into the kitchen, making his rounds and offering hugs to each family member. Aunts, uncles, grandparents, and cousins were gathered around, the dining room buzzed with conversation, and Mark almost had to yell in order to let his mother know he was going upstairs to visit his old room.

As he ascended the white carpeted staircase, he was hit with bouts of nostalgia, seeing all of the family photos that lined the wall up the stairs.

Pictures of Mark, his siblings, and his parents on their various trips around the states; Disneyland, Arizona, New York.

He smiled warmly to himself, finally letting go of his anxiety about today and giving in to the unmistakable warmth that Christmas brings - whether it's the fact that he's surrounded by loved ones, there's good food being cooked, or that he's got a house over his head and clothes on his back. Christmas truly brought out the best feelings in him, regardless of whatever else was going on in his life.

Sauntering over to his old room, he tapped hesitantly on the door before pushing it open. He wasn't sure why he knocked, but he figured he better just in case. He didn't know if his parents had turned it into a guest room or not.

They didn't.

The room was just as Mark remembered it. Same wallpaper, same bed, same toys. Nothing was out of place. His mother had done it again - being perfect; everything had its place.

Mark plops himself down on the blue cotton and polyester blend, the bed is soft yet firm. Just like he remembered it.

Minutes go by as he runs his hands over the blanket, soaking in every ounce of nostalgia he can. He lowers himself and rests it against the soft pillow.

It isn't long before he falls asleep.

"Oh, shit."

Mark is woken up by the sounds of someone fumbling with the door handle. His eyes shoot open, and he stares at the doorway where Jackson is standing, dumbfoundedly. There's a bottle of wine in his hand - a gift for his parents, presumably - and a lame Santa hat on his blonde head.

Mark feels himself get anxious again. Jackson seemed to always find himself in the worst places at the worst times.

"I'm really, really sorry-" he attempts to apologize before Mark can interrupt him.

"What are you even doing?" Mark snarls. And man, if looks could kill.

"I was looking for um," Jackson seems genuinely sorry, and it's almost pathetic how sorry he looks, standing there with his wine and his silly hat. "Bathroom?" he whispers, voice cutting out near the end.

"Two doors down." Mark replies with a sigh, twirling his fingers into the direction of the bathroom, using his other hand to rub the middle of his eyes as if he's got a migraine.

"Alright, great. What are you doing in here, by the way?" Jackson doesn't leave. Instead he closes the door behind him and takes a slow step toward the redhead, examining the surroundings just as Mark did a while ago.

"This was my room- Uh, is my room." Mark stutters, eyeing Jackson's movements carefully.

Why wasn't he leaving.

"Hey man," Jackson sighs. He places the bottle of wine on the nightstand and takes an uninvited seat down next to Mark, sinking into the mattress, and nearly touching Mark's thigh with his own. "Look, this may sound odd, but I need your help."

"What do you mean?" Mark asks quickly, not making eye contact with Jackson but instead looking at his body as if to question what the other was doing sitting next to him.

"It's your parents. I'm nervous." he shrugs lightly, looking over at Mark for solace.

Mark's eyes finally meet with Jacksons. The boy's dark eyes and serious eyes are now soft and doe-like, almost making Jackson seem a lot younger than he actually was.

Mark lets out a sigh, he understands how Jackson is feeling. Even though he isn't in the same position, he can imagine just how nerve wracking it would be surrounded by his own family, especially on a busy holiday, and especially when he's dating their daughter.

"Don't overthink it," he says back to Jackson, making the boy smile. "You have every right to be nervous, my parents are a bit intimidating. Just focus on not saying anything offensive, and make sure you laugh at my dad's horrible jokes and you'll be fine."

"Ah" Jackson breathes.

"They'll love you. Don't worry." Mark scrunches his mouth a little, unsure of why he's even helping Jackson at all.

"That's some sound advice, bro." Jackson replies, making Mark cringe a little at the name, remembering that Jackson is the ultimate jock, even if he is well educated and determined.

"Well, I should get going. My mom will want me to help her set up the home theatre to play Christmas music." Mark tells the boy as he stands up, preparing for the door.

There's a soft hand on Mark's wrist just then as Jackson pulls the boy gently back down to the bed.

"No, don't go just yet-" he mumbles. "Uh, have a drink with me. It'll calm my nerves. I'm not ready yet."

Mark feels a little uneasy, but the warm hand gripping his wrist sends small jolts of electricity running up his arm and into his stomach, where it settles and fizzles.

"Yeah, I guess I could. I mean, sure." Mark's voice is a little shaky. He knows he isn't good with alcohol, but he doesn't want to pass up the chance to get on Jackson's good side.

Half a glass into their first drink, Mark is rewarded handsomely for staying.

Jackson extends a long arm and places it around the redhead's shoulders, making him lean back into Jackson from the weight. He has to use his neck muscles to keep himself steady as Jackson embraces him.

"I appreciate your help man. I know you and I never really had a chance to talk, even though we saw each other around the house a few times." he says to Mark.

Mark immediately gets a flashback of the time that Tammy was unloading groceries into the house and Jackson came out in his underwear and no shirt on to help her. His skin was beaded with sweat, and his hair was wetted and disheveled as if he just finished an intense workout.

Although Mark didn't know it at the time, that was the first time Jackson slept over.

"I don't really speak to Tammy's boyfriend, to tell you the truth. I'd rather get to know them when the time is right and I actually like the guy." Mark admitted.

Jackson shifted his weight, releasing Mark from his shoulder's grip. He wrestled with the proper words to say, "Do you like me?" he says. It's not a forced question, but it bears enough weight to make Mark nervous.

The redhead takes another sip of his white wine, feeling the harsh burn collect at the back of his throat, making him nearly cough. When he gulps the drink down, he feels a tingle in his cheeks, and a rush of blood pool around his face. Wow, the alcohol was working quickly.

Mark pauses before he answers, knowing that he has to be careful about what he says. He doesn't want to upset Jackson, but he also doesn't want to embarrass himself by saying anything that could be construed as weird or creepy.

"Yeah, I really like you actually." he burps.

Fuck.

Jackson takes the words in happily, adjusting himself on the bed with a dumb grin, looking away to hide it from Mark.

Mark stares down at his feet in horror. Where the hell did that come from?

It isn't until another few minutes that Mark realizes the true terror of what he's just done.

Jackson inches closer yet again, this time his thigh is actually touching Mark's, and his shoulder brushes past Mark's every once and a while.

Mark tenses up, unsure of what to do with his hands, so he awkwardly fidgets with the stem of his wine glass, leaving sweat marks from how clammy his hands have become.

"I saw your body this morning, by the way." Jackson says nonchalantly, staring up at the ceiling of the room, sipping at his wine.

Mark nearly chokes on his drink. "Um, huh?" he spits out.

"Your robe. It was kind of revealing, I'm not going to lie." Jackson answers just as calmly. "You have a nice body. You're an athlete I'm guessing. Judging by the tone I'd say it's more of an endurance sort of sport. Tennis... Swimming, maybe?"

Mark deadpanned. How was he able to tell that Mark was a swimmer just from seeing a small portion of his body. And even more concerning was the fact that he had even seen Mark's body at all.

"Yeah, I swim sometimes." Mark confirmed.

Jackson's smile was one of satisfaction, as if he'd guessed an answer correct on Jeopardy or something. Mark couldn't figure out how he was having so much fun in this small room with him instead of being downstairs where all the action was.

Maybe he really was that nervous to meet him parents. Or maybe, he just really wanted to be with Mark.

No, that couldn't be it. Mark told himself, reminding himself of how happy he was with Tammy for the last number of months.

"Why were you looking at my body?" Mark said, slightly irate.

Jackson didn't dignify that with a response for another minute before smugly stating, "Well, you sure got an eyeful of mine. So I guess we're even now."

Mark's throat went dry and his Adam's apple did a large dip up and down. He couldn't tell if it was the Sauvignon Blanc or the way Jackson was constantly flirting with him that made his cheeks a bright and warm color of red.

Mark clears his throat, not letting Jackson even an inch into his mind to know what he's thinking. But, somehow, someway, Jackson figures it out.

"You can touch it if you want to." he says into Mark's ear, his tone shifting quickly from smug and playful to serious and lust-filed.

Mark shivers at the sudden wind on his nape. He turns his head to the right only enough to be sort of facing Jackson, almost as if to say what?

"My body. You can touch it if you want. I don't mind." Jackson repeats, this time no less sexy as the last.

Mark feels the electricity growing again in the pit of his stomach, Jackson's deep voice was like a drug being injected directly into his blood stream.

Before he can answer, Jackson does the honors of grabbing Mark's slender hand and pressing it firmly against his own chest. Mark's fingertips are white and cold from how nervous he is, and the collision of his hand with Jackson's warm, round and solid chest make the boy's heart flutter a little.

Mark doesn't speak, scared of ruining the moment with any collection of dumb comments he would no doubt make. Instead his mouth remains closed, his calm silence acting as consent for Jackson to continue.

He's running Mark's hand downward now, the fingertips gliding and dancing around the buttons from Jackson's shirt, inching their way down towards his belt.

The tension was strong to begin with, but as Jackson moves Mark's hand closer and closer to his wait, the tension in the air becomes nearly palpable. Almost as if they were moving closer and closer to the edge of a cliff.

Mark sharply exhales once his hand is placed delicately around the edge of Jackson's belt buckle. This alerts the other boy, and he retracts his hand from Mark's, leaving it there for the boy to make his own decision.

Mark looks up at Jackson's face with a scared and honest expression, waiting for the other boy to say something.

Jackson doesn't answer though, he just sips again on his drink and places it back on the stand.

Mark's left to his own devices; he's caught in between a rock and a hard place, literally. It looks as though there's an unmistakable bulge forming beneath Jackson's silk pants.

Mark's bottom lip quivers, noticing how close his hand is to Jackson's bulge. It would only take a small motion for him to touch it. He could even play it off as an accident, if Jackson wasn't totally into it.

But he was into it, wasn't he?

There was only one way to find out.

Mark swallowed past the dryness in his throat and continued the trail down Jackson's body. He prodded at Jackson's belt buckle, running his cold fingers behind it and tracing them around the inside of Jackson's waistband.

Jackson closed his eyes a little, his breathing heavier, but he didn't stop Mark.

Mark, gaining what can only be described as fake confidence, placed his wine down and let his other hand join in, exploring Jackson's body.

Mark's left hand was placed on Jackson's thigh, stroking it gently but not tightly, while his other hand continued to brush against the boy's belt and waistband.

Before Mark could advance, the sound of people coming up the stairs caught his attention. He withdrew his hands and nearly knocked himself off the bed.

Jackson heard them too, and was already making towards the door. The voices were recognizable to Mark - his aunt Judie and his little brother Joey.

"It's just Joey and Judie. Don't worry, they'll just go to Joey's room." Mark reassured the nervous Jackson who looked like he was about to fight whoever opened the door.

"You better go downstairs now and make sure Tammy isn't looking for you. This was a pretty long 'bathroom break'" Mark reminded him.

"You're right..." Jackson agreed, his voice sounding a little disappointed.

Now that things had calmed down, Mark's feelings of guilt and betrayal began to seep into his skin again. He shivered, this time not at Jackson's voice but at the thought of someone walking in on him with Jackson.

What a horrible spectacle it'd be for his entire family to find out that something happened between Tammy's boyfriend and her little brother.

"Alright, I'll just go then." Jackson said lowly, pausing for a moment as if he was waiting for Mark to stop him.

Mark sniffed and looked down, wanting to escape Jackson's gaze.

Jackson nodded and disappeared out the door.

Even though nothing happened between the two, Mark felt a sting of sadness after Jackson was gone. Which was odd, since Mark was sure that the other boy was straight.

Even still, sitting alone in his bedroom made Mark realize he enjoyed the company of anybody.

The commotion only continued under him; the adults were getting into the liquor cabinet no doubt, yelling and laughing merrily. The kids were playing, screaming and laughing at each other.

Mark sat on his bed swishing around an almost empty glass of wine, in a house surrounded by everyone but still completely and utterly alone.

Aside from A.J. not many other people paid much attention to him. It happened so often that Mark didn’t even notice it anymore.

Even his own sister Tammy would prefer to have Mark stay down in the basement all summer rather than invite him out to do something.

Mark knew that if he were to sit in his childhood bedroom for the next four hours, and then head downstairs once the dinner party was over, that nobody would even notice he was gone.

It was sad but true; he knew he was loved, but he so easily fell through the cracks sometimes.

That’s why, when there was a soft tap on the door, Mark’s hopes escalated. He pulled himself out of his sad reverie and made for the door, wanting to see who came to check up on him.

Standing in front of him was Jackson, the same silly hat on, and the same handsome smile.

Mark wasn’t sure what to say, but before he could even say anything he was picked up and pinned against his bedroom wall, dropping his wine glass and wrapping his legs around Jackson’s waist.

Jackson showered Mark’s exposed neck with a fountain of warm and wet kisses, leaving the boy’s breathing labored as he tried to take in everything that was happening so suddenly.

“I couldn’t leave you up here, not after all that-“ Jackson breathed between frantic kisses, lighting Mark’s insides on fire.

Mark, being the virgin he was, felt as though his legs would give out if he was standing on them with his full weight. The excitement of having Jackson’s strong arms support him made the redhead’s dick swell under his underwear.

Jackson effortlessly carried Mark over to the bed where he pushed him down onto his back. Mark backed up a bit until his head was laying on the pillow, unsure of what to do next.

Jackson noticed Mark’s apprehension and took the lead, slowly removing his clothing for Mark to watch. And boy, did he watch.

It looked as though Mark was undressing Jackson using telekinesis, the way his eyes fixated hungrily onto Jackson’s form.

Jackson shimmied out of his blazer, making the motions as sensual as he could, knowing that Mark was more than enjoying the show. He unbuttoned the first three buttons and then stopped, using his left index finger to beckon Mark over.

Mark gulped and then crawled over the bed until he was in front of Jackson. He happily took over, taking off the remaining buttons and then opening Jackson’s shirt completely, revealing that hard and tight body.

Mark bit down on his lower lip, running his palms over Jackson’s chest. His warmth felt as though it was penetrating through his own skin and up Mark’s fingers, warming the redhead with every caress.

Jackson wasted no time unbuckling his pants and dropping them quickly until they were bunch up at his feet.

“Your turn.” Jackson instructed, his tone low and sexy.

Mark’s nerves slowly dissipated with the alcohol in his veins, and he does something that he never ever thought he’d do.

In one slightly awkward but complete motion, Mark undid his belt and slid his pants off, then wrestled himself out of his shirt. The whole process took less than thirty seconds, and was about the fastest Mark had ever removed his clothes, all the while Jackson watched patiently, palming the outline of his dick against his boxers.

“Jackson-“ Mark finally cuts into the silence, “What if-“

But Jackson isn’t having any of it. He slowly lowers his body over Mark, making the latter back up in order to compensate for the body.

Jackson’s body towered over Mark’s, making the redhead feel smaller and smaller. Jackson stopped when he his face was positioned directly over Mark’s. He used his hands to support himself, not letting his full weight bare down upon Mark.

Lying under him, pinned to the bed, Mark wanted nothing more than to kiss Jackson’s lips. His sister’s voice rang lowly through the vents every now and again, but Mark was too far into his lust filled daze to pay it any mind now.

“Jackson, kiss me.”

Jackson needed no further convincing, as his lips came crashing down against Mark’s. The kiss was chaste and genuine.

Mark closed his eyes and surrendered himself into Jackson’s mouth, his tongue pushing through the boy’s teeth, dipping and curling at the back of his mouth.

The room was dark and stayed silent, except for the sounds of wet tongues lapping against each other as the two boys let the anticipation they felt over the last two days meet in a fiery, long awaited conclusion.

Mark fed on Jackson’s energy, matching the boy’s rhythms, and began to lift his hips up in order to press them against Jackson’s.

Jackson recognized this and lowered his groin downward to meet Mark’s. Mark let out a high-pitched groan as Jackson grinded tensely against him. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure over Mark’s body.

Somewhere between the kiss and the grinding, and as the kiss deepened, Mark felt the atmosphere become slightly romantic, moving away from the initial strange and taboo vibe they had before. Jackson wasn’t simply making out with Mark; he was connecting with him. Entering his world, and breaking down his barriers.

Mark’s fleeting fears allowed him to go back to exploring the wonder that was Jackson’s body, this time he scratched his hands toward Jackson’s backside.

The boy’s black underwear framed his ass so well, and the meaty, firm cheeks were practically begging Mark to grab onto them.

When he finally got a handful of Jackson’s ass, Mark couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. His private and embarrassing fantasies about Tammy’s boyfriend were finally coming true, and even better – Jackson seemed to really be into him too.

Jackson’s kisses left Mark’s lips and trailed down his jawline and to his neck, leaving small and prominent hickeys everywhere his lips touched; the bruises came through ten fold against Mark’s untouched skin.

“Mark, I really-“ Jackson hummed, working his mouth over the boy’s chest and to his nipples, “wanna-” more and more hungry kisses, “-fuck you” he finally breathed out.

Mark wanted to say yes immediately but he held back, unsure of how it would go, being his first time and all.

The only things that have been down there were his fingers, and when he would finger himself in the shower, it was a bit uncomfortable and didn’t really feel all that much better than regular masturbation.

“I’ve never..” Mark was almost embarrassed to confess his virgin state, “You know..”

Jackson reacted in a way that put Mark’s fears to rest and even excited the boy.

“Don’t worry babe,” he smiled, “I’ve never done it either.”

Mark was usually extremely talented at knowing when someone was lying, but staring into Jackson’s eyes in that moment, he could feel that Jackson was telling the truth.

“But… Tammy?” Mark just couldn’t understand how Jackson, being the way Jackson was, was a virgin. He had multiple girlfriends from what Tammy ranted about, and he was the star of the football team. “You’ve seriously never?”

Jackson nodded and stared earnestly into Mark’s eyes. “I wanted it to be special.”

Not only did this mean that Jackson felt that Mark was special, but that he had every intention of losing his own virginity with the boy.

“I knew I wanted you,” Jackson said, now continuing to nip and kiss at Mark’s nipples. The cool sensation against them made Mark’s nipples become firm buds. “Since the moment I saw you. But I knew I couldn’t have you.”

Mark was lost in Jackson’s voice, his low timbre vibrating against the boys skin, riddling the surface of Mark’s chest with goose bumps. At this point Jackson could recite the entire phone book and it would sound just as sexy to Mark.

Jackson fell to the side of Mark, his hand gently gliding over Mark’s skin and down to the impressive erection that Mark was sporting. When his fingers traced the outline, Mark purred softly under it. He had never been touched like this before, and the thrilling feeling of another person’s hand – Jackson’s hand – made his abdomen burn with excitement.

“Kiss me,” Mark pleaded, looking over at Jackson with a desperate expression. He couldn’t get enough of the blonde’s lips. Jackson licked his lips and slid his tongue back into Mark’s mouth, nipping at his lower lip and kissing deeply into him.

Mark felt his orgasm rise instantly, as Jackson palmed away at his dick. Mark knew he wouldn’t last very long if Jackson continued on like this, so he decided to prolong the experience by letting Jackson fuck him.

“J-Jacks,” he whimpered, “I’m ready.”

“You sure?”

Marked nodded, placing another sweet peck onto Jackson’s lips, “Mhm.”

“Turn over then.” Jackson instructed him with a vibrant expression, a little too excited to be doing this finally.

As Mark rolled his naked body to the side, he suddenly felt a rush of nerves cycle back into his body. “Just go slow, alright?”

“Of course, babe.” Jackson hummed into his ear, nibbling at the lobe slightly. “I’ll never hurt you, I promise. It’ll be the best.”

“You sure?” Mark said back, so low that it was almost inaudible.

“Swear it,” Jackson lulled again, his voice intoxicating Mark further and further, until the redhead was nearly overwhelmed with lust.

Jackson pressed his groin into the lower half of Mark’s back, the thick outline of his cock nestling itself in Mark’s ass cleft.

The sensation of having Jackson’s penis against him was enough to make Mark shudder. He had never touched another boy’s penis, so he had no preference, but from what he could feel pressing against his butt, he knew Jackson was bigger than average.

Still, he continued, remembering what Jackson said about it feeling good.

Jackson’s hand found its way down Mark’s spine, stopping when he reached the band of Mark’s underwear. He lifted the underwear and pushed it down a bit, until it was rested on Mark’s thighs, exposing his plump and unassuming ass.

When he took his dick out and placed it against Mark’s bare skin, the connection felt 100x better than it did when they were clothed. Suddenly everything felt more real. This was actually happening.

“This is all for you, Mark.” Jackson teased, picking his dick up and patting it down a few times against Mark’s left cheek, rubbing some of the pre-cum against Mark, painting his left ass cheek a bit.

Mark arched his back out, wanting to feel Jackson again. He pushed himself up on Jackson, grinding back slowly into him, making Jackson’s mouth practically water.

Jackson took a finger and placed it into Mark’s mouth, making the redhead confused, but he soon realized what was happening. He began licking the finger before promptly sucking on it.

As soon as Jackson deemed his finger lubed, he pressed it timidly against Mark’s arched ass, circling the tip around Mark’s ass ring. The redhead closed his eyes and leaned back into the touch, allowing Jackson to massage and rub the entrance.

This was about as far as Jackson had made it with any other person in terms of sex, so from that point on everything was new to the blonde; he and Mark were learning from each other.

“Just let me know if it hurts, I’ll go slow.” Jackson reassured him, slowly pushing his finger into Mark.

Mark exhaled sharply and put his head down, getting used to the sudden intrusion.

With his right arm wrapped around Mark’s neck holding him in place, Jackson’s left hand worked in and around Mark’s ass, stretching the boy and sending him into a pleasure filled haze.

Mark began to stroke himself, palming the shaft of his cock in rhythm with Jackson, edging himself around his orgasm; chasing it and then letting it die, over and over. The anticipation was eating him alive, and made him want all the more to fuck him and finally give him release.

“It’ll hurt less if you sit on it, babe.” Jackson finally hummed, moving so that he was laying on his back, his throbbing cock lying flat against his stomach expectantly.

Mark hesitated a little before throwing a leg over Jackson’s body, positioning himself over the blonde haired boy; Jackson’s body flexed in small twitches as Mark’s ass cheeks brushed against his thighs, outlining his muscles nicely in the dim light of the room.

Mark took hold of Jackson’s erection, squeezing it gently a couple of times, admiring the sheer girth of it. He placed the head against his entrance, the skin on skin sensation made his lower lip quiver. Mark wasn’t concerned about a condom in that moment, only getting Jackson as far into him as humanly possible.

When it was time for Mark to sit down, he leaned forward, pulling up Jackson by his neck to kiss him again. Their tongues flicked and curled together, massaging the others. If it weren’t for the breathy and passionate kiss, Mark would be letting out moans and grunts of slight pain, as he was now halfway down the length of Jackson.

“Argh, fuck.” Jackson says, his eyes shutting tight and his mouth parted. Mark is almost at the base of his cock, and it feels so, so good to Jackson. The warmth of Mark’s ass hugs against Jackson’s shaft, making the blonde groan lowly.

There’s a soft gasp escaping from Mark’s lips when he reaches the base of Jackson’s cock. He has to break from the kiss and return to his original position in order to regain his composure.

“Mark you feel so good.” Jackson whispers, his two strong hands finding their way around the boy’s naked hips, using them to lift Mark a little and then sliding him back down.

The two work out a fluid rhythm, with Mark pressing down and letting himself fall onto Jackson’s dick and the other bucking up to meet him.

A loud and deep moan sounds from Mark as his legs start to tingle, the exhilaration of being fucked affecting every inch of his body now.

“Shh, shh babe.” Jackson giggles lowly – Mark’s hand immediately flies to his mouth as he remembers that his brother and aunt are in the next room, and Tammy is just beneath them eating.

“You like it?” Jackson’s smugness comes through again, as he witnesses the pure ecstasy he’s able to put Mark into.

Mark doesn’t answer with words; instead he nods back and breathes out, closing his eyes.

Mark doesn’t think it can get any better, but just then Jackson lifts him a little, holding him in place before he rapidly fucks himself into Mark, pounding the other quicker than before for about fifteen seconds. The room is filled with nothing but the slick sound of skin clapping against skin.

When Jackson slows the pace back down, Mark is nearly fainting; collapsing onto the blonde’s chest with a low grumble in the back of his throat.

Even though he’s not touching himself, his arousal is being sent into overdrive, and Mark can feel himself on the edge of climax. He shoots Jackson a look and pleads with his eyes for Jackson to let him cum.

“I want to cum inside you, cool?” Jackson says in a very soft voice, almost too quiet for Mark to hear. The blankets are now on the floor, bunched up near the wall and the two boys are alone, naked on the small bed.

“Mhm,” Mark replies with an airy tone. “I can’t believe it but I’m close too.” he says.

Learning that Mark is close to orgasm gives Jackson another burst of enthusiasm, and he can’t wait to have Mark’s cum all over his chest.

Mark bites down on his lower lip; the electricity shooting up his spine makes him shiver a little. He still can’t believe that he’s doing this with Tammy’s boyfriend, but that doesn’t stop him; Jackson’s dick feels way too good for him to even think for a second about stopping. The only thing going through his mind at that second is having Jackson closer and closer to him.

There are a few beads of sweat forming on Jackson’s forehead as he focuses all of his energy into the last final thrusts. He grabs down on the globes of Mark’s ass, eager fistfuls being used as the love handles.

The smooth rhythm they’ve created ceases, and Jackson amps it up again, bucking himself quickly and deeply into Mark.

Mark mumbles a groan that’s a mix of pain and pleasure, placing his hands on the round and hard chest muscles under him for support. Jackson works his hips around, trying to find Mark’s sweet spot. He stops when he notices Mark tense up, then fixates on that one area, pushing harder and harder into it until Mark’s nails are digging into his flesh.

“Oh, fuck.” Mark’s voice sounds a little scared as he looks down at himself. He shoots three or four ropes of cum all over Jackson’s belly and even his chin, blanketing the blonde with warm liquid.

This sends Jackson over the edge, and soon after he thrusts himself deep into Mark, vibrating with pleasure as the orgasm sends tremors throughout his entire body. Mark’s face flies into Jackson’s then, placing kisses on the side of Jackson’s mouth and the apples of his cheeks.

Jackson is in another world as he lets his cum release into Mark, the orgasm unlike any he has ever had before. He can feel tingling and sparks in his fingertips and toes, his heart pounding through his chest so loud he wonders if Tammy can hear it.

“Mark, you feel so fucking good,” he says to himself, moving his face over to the boy who was now lying at his side. “That was… unreal.”

“Who knew it would feel that good the first time.” Mark whispers, his eyes tracing over the faint glow of Jackson’s face. “I always thought it would be awkward and messy and scary.”

“I guess it just depends on who it’s with. You were perfect, to me.” Jackson says back, pulling on Mark’s chin with a finger before giving him one last kiss.

“I think we should get cleaned up and get back to the party.” Mark says, the realization of what just happened hitting him fully, now that he was mellowing out from the high.

“Lay with me a little longer, k?” Jackson says, breaking Mark’s nerves back down.

Mark smiles. He knows now that Jackson still wants to be around him.

"You're so beautiful Mark."

It was the first time he felt like he was important; as crazy as it sounds. If Jackson was X, then Mark was O.

Lying there in their sticky, hot, sweaty aftermath – it was perfect.

“Babe?” Jackson says again, making Mark blush with an innocent smile.

“Yes?”

“That was the best gift I’ve ever received.”

“Me too. Merry Christmas Jackson.”

“Merry Christmas Mark.”

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