Notes

Jack was desperately trying to figure out how to get physically closer to Mark without endangering their lives. They were still a few minutes from home. He leaned over the console and pushed the sleeve of Mark's t-shirt up, exposing his shoulder. He pressed his lips along the skin of Mark's upper arm. He slipped one hand under the hem of Mark's shirt, pressed his palm against Mark's lower belly.

Mark sighed happily, pressing kisses into Jack's hair whenever he could afford to look away from the road. They were both breathing slowly, but the calm was forced. The wait was excruciating, and Mark seriously considered pulling the car over, more than once. Jack was touching him gently, which was almost making it worse. He could feel the restraint in Jack's movements, and the intention behind them. His skin was hot under Jack's hand.

Jack was in his lap as soon as he parked in the driveway and switched off the engine, pressed between Mark's body and the steering wheel. They kissed each other slowly, faces hot, hands grasping at clothing, fingers sliding along partially exposed skin. Mark felt for the door handle in the unfamiliar car, pulled, and kicked the door open with one leg. Jack nipped at Mark's lower lip, smiled, climbed over him, and pulled him into the driveway. They fell through the doorway in a tangled mess, kicking off their shoes, laughing softly. Mark wrestled Jack against the wall and held him there for a moment, his fingertips inside the waistband of Jack's jeans, his mouth pressed under Jack's chin.

"How does this feel?" Mark's voice was low.

"Like I'll die if yeh stop."

Mark made a noise deep in his throat, and pressed his hips against Jack's.

"What else? Tell me what you're thinking."

Jack pulled at Mark's waistband, undid the button on his jeans.

"Yeh're all I can think about." He slipped his hands inside Mark's boxers, pulled at his hips. "You're the only person I want." He nipped at Mark's neck. "I want yer hands on me. I want you inside me. I want to be the only person you touch."

"You are. You're the only one I want. And I want you so fucking much."

He kissed Jack deeply, crushing his body against the wall.

"Jesus. Mark. Upstairs. Now, please."

Mark half-dragged him away from the wall and toward the stairs. He managed to get Jack's shirt off before Jack ducked away from him and sprinted up ahead of him. Mark grinned and followed as quickly as he could.

Jack was waiting for him in the bedroom, and immediately tried to tackle him onto the bed. Mark had anticipated this- he ducked low and grabbed Jack around the waist, throwing him over one shoulder and carrying him into the bathroom. Jack was giggling uncontrollably. "Mark, the bed is back there!"

"We're not going to the bed." Mark set Jack down on the tile floor and undid the button and zipper on his jeans. He eased his pants and boxers down, running his hands over Jack's smooth skin, and Jack kicked them the rest of the way off. Mark finished undressing as well, then went into the shower and turned on the water. He made sure it was hot, then pulled Jack in with him. Jack wrapped his arms around Mark's shoulders, let Mark pull him close. Mark pressed slow kisses along his shoulder, his hands low on Jack's hips.

"Mm. Feels good, love."

"I think I can do better."

Mark found some soap, lathered it between his palms, and ran his hands slowly over Jack's body. Jack caught on, and imitated Mark's movements, until they were both covered in suds. Mark kissed the side of Jack's face. He slid his left hand down Jack's belly, then stroked slowly at his cock. He ran his right hand around Jack's hip and used two sudsy fingers to massage at Jack's opening. Jack moaned softly and leaned against him. He moved his fingers in slow circles, pressing in a steady rhythm, moving his lips along the back of Jack's neck.

"Ohh. Yes. This is better."

Mark smiled. He ran the tip of his tongue along Jack's ear. "I'm not done yet."

He positioned Jack's body under the water, clearing the suds away with his hands. He pressed Jack gently against the wall and kissed his lips, stroking slowly at his cock. Then he pulled back and turned Jack's body until he was facing the wall. He held him from behind and pressed his lips between Jack's shoulders. He spoke quietly, close to Jack's ear.

"Ready for something new?"

"Yes."

"I've never done this before. You'll have to tell me if it feels ok."

Mark pulled at Jack's hips so that Jack was bent slightly at the waist, with his forearms and palms braced against the tile. He kneeled down behind Jack, his hands firm around Jack's hips, and ran the tip of his tongue over Jack's opening. He watched the muscles of Jack's back contract as he inhaled deeply. He tried it again. Jack's moan was low and soft. He closed his eyes and licked more confidently, trying to recall how Jack had moved when Mark had been on the receiving end of this act.

It had felt incredible. It had also pushed Mark to the very edge of his comfort zone, and he had felt guilty ever since that he hadn't found the courage to do this for Jack. He wasn't sure what had changed, but the urge to please Jack – to manipulate his body, to make intimate contact – was completely overwhelming. He acknowledged that seeing Jack interact with a beautiful girl – someone he would've once considered a potential partner – had had an impact on him that went beyond basic jealousy. Possessiveness was a part of what he was feeling, but it was also… commitment. Devotion. He belonged to Jack, and he was feeling their connection in an entirely new way.

"Mark- Don't stop-"

He moved his tongue more assertively, taking in the soft, whimpering noise Jack was making, smiling as Jack pressed against his mouth. It occurred to him that, from his perspective, this was the most intimate thing that had ever happened between them. He dug his fingers into Jack's hips, moving his body, willing him to feel it, too.

He moved one hand to the front of Jack's body… and found that Jack was touching himself, stroking his cock as Mark kissed and licked. Holy shit. Mark throbbed. He stood up, lubricated two fingers, wrapped his other arm around Jack's chest, and slid his fingers inside of Jack, kissing firmly along his shoulder. Jack moaned loudly, and Mark throbbed again, almost painfully.

"Sean, can I-"

"Please-"

Mark removed his fingers; it was an effort to move slowly. He lubricated himself, pulled at Jack's hips, clasped one arm around Jack's chest, and slid himself inside.

Mark pressed his face against Jack's back and held him tightly while they both adjusted. He loved the way Jack's chest strained against his arm as he breathed deeply.

"Sean-"

He moved slowly inside of Jack.

"Oh- Mark-"

Mark pressed against Jack. "I love you- Sean- you're mine, right?"

Jack moaned. "I am- I'm yours-"

They moved and breathed together. Mark covered Jack's back in slow kisses, running his hands over Jack's body, but he still felt like he couldn't get close enough.

He stopped moving and pressed a long, slow kiss against Jack's neck. Jack read his mind, as usual.

"Feels amazing, love. My turn, now."

Mark pulled out, and Jack straightened up, stretching. He turned, and Mark kissed him deeply, massaging slow circles into his lower back.

They washed up quickly, and Jack led Mark back to the bedroom. He covered Mark's neck and shoulders in firm kisses. He fingered Mark slowly, kissing his lips again and again. He held Mark's hand as he slid himself inside, then pressed his forehead against Mark's, rocking his hips slowly.

"Hey, love. This is better, yeah?"

Mark smiled, his lips parted. "I missed you. I missed you all night."

"Yeh don't have to miss me, love." Jack wrapped one arm under Mark's back and held onto his shoulder. He thrusted, slowly, deeply. They moaned together. "All yours, remember?" He thrusted again. "Yeh feel it?"

"I do. Ohh. Sean." He tightened his arms around Jack's back.

It occurred to Jack for the first time how familiar these words had become – I do. Mark said them often, and Jack had been keeping track without realizing it, subconsciously collecting evidence that Mark had fallen as deeply as he had, that Mark felt something permanent solidifying between them. He wanted to ask. He wanted hear it said out loud.

"Mark-"

They were moving faster now, exchanging shallow breaths, holding each other tight. Jack searched for the words.

"I need you- I need yeh with me- Always-"

Mark moaned. He was nodding. "Always- I promise- Ohh- Sean-"

Mark came first. Jack felt him arching off of the bed, watched his chin tipping toward the ceiling... He put his mouth over Mark's collarbone. He thrusted… he moaned… he came.