Confessions

The dorm was quiet tonight, the promise of a day off on the horizon after so many days spent practicing with no time for sleep causing the members to hit their respective beds like lumps of lead. Mark tapped away at his laptop mindlessly, checking his twitter and his fathers, grimacing at the disrespectful things fans kept sending him. It never failed to piss him off that people thought just because Mark was a public figure they could be so plainly rude or grotesque to his dad - it was truly baffling. He'd pleaded with his dad countless times to close his twitter, feeling the pressure of not knowing when the man would finally lose his patience and reply with something that could potentially affect Marks' career, but his father was stubborn. Thankfully, he was a smart man, careful with his responses, and the fans seemed to like the fact they could get closer to Mark through him - though that in itself was still kind of creepy to him.

Jackson had hit his mattress like a man laying down to die, out for the count in moments. He preferred their new sleeping arrangement to when they'd first debuted. Before they got the bunkbed, when they lay on mats so close to each other, he'd always find himself watching the other boy sleep, the way he curled himself up and clutched at the sheets through the night. For someone so muscular and masculine, he slept like a small child, face scrunched up in dreams, dead to the world. While he complained about the younger boys snoring, he actually found it a comfort, soothing him to his own slumber, something he often struggled to fall into. Mark was no stranger to anxiety, often huffing out frustrated curses into the darkness as his thoughts ran rampant in his mind when all his body wanted was the peace of oblivion.

Mark envied Jackson for being able to sleep so easily, but he knew the younger boy had thoughts on his mind at other times. He didn't begrudge him the peace sleep brought him. Whilst he appeared carefree and unburdened to others, Mark had been his confidant through the years they'd been paired together as trainees. Many times they would lie in the darkness with weary muscles and heavy hearts, and Jackson would whisper of his parents, of how much he missed them, how he felt he disappointed them with his career path. He never missed the hesitation in his eyes the countless times MC's would ask him to demonstrate his fencing skills, when they'd speak of his achievements.

He knew Jackson was joking when he'd tell of how Mark was almost mute, how he felt lonely in their room from the lack of conversation, but it would still leave a bitter taste in his mouth. They talked enough, in Marks opinion, for people who saw each other every day; ate together, slept together, worked together. If he was honest with himself, though, he knew he held a lot of himself back from the younger man. Mark only did things he knew he could succeed in, and sometimes a conversation with Jackson could be uncharted territory his anxious mind couldn't trespass into.

Jackson was loose with his words, taking things lightly where Mark weighted more importance and cautiousness. He'd sacrifice himself to please others while Mark would just wait until he had something worth saying, not willing to embarrass himself or put his foot in his mouth like Jackson did so often. In that respect, Mark envied Jackson again. However, Mark knew Jackson considered his actions and words before he put them into play - he wasn't careless or messy. Everything he did was thought through, coming off as spontaneous. Even then, Mark still appreciated his ability to think on his feet, throwing himself into things with only a breath to plan his actions.

There were lots of things Mark could do if he lived in such a rushed manner, but they were dangerous things. Things he shouldn't spend as much time thinking about as he did.
Many times he'd watched as Jackson flung his tank top to the side after a long practice, his biceps flexing under golden skin as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. His mouth would go slightly drier, his lips abused by his teeth more than usual. If Jackson caught his lingering gaze, the younger wouldn't even remark, seeming not to catch the glint in Marks' eyes as he'd delve into a random conversation he knew Mark would barely contribute to. Jackson knew - or at least Mark hoped he did - that Mark always listened, while he might not offer much in the way of words. He always listened, because Jackson's voice was like honey, and he wondered if his mouth tasted the same.

And these thoughts were what kept Mark awake at night. They were the reason his words took so long to leave his mouth when they talked quietly at night. Words shared in darkness, heavy with the promise of sleep, were always dangerous.

In LA, he'd been aware of the times he'd glanced at guys with interest beyond general appreciation for a handsome face or a good body. Bisexuality had been something he'd accepted as a label by the time he was fourteen and found himself spending a little too long hovering over the 'Gay' tab on pornhub in the depths of the night. He'd never explored it beyond his own late night experiments - he'd never been the type to pursue someone he liked, and it just turned out no guys had straight up come to him with a confession or an invitation for more.

Coming to Korea, the only real culture shock had been the sheer lack of a queer community. Or at least, on the surface. There were no laws for people belonging to the community, either to protect them or incriminate them - they were treated like they simply didn't exist. It took him a while to grow accustomed to the casual touches, the hands a little too close to his crotch during friendly conversation. People didn't even think of it as strange, as if being gay was so impossible that straight up grabbing a guys dick would be seen as brotherly manhandling. He'd spent hours on the internet trying to find anything about famous faces who'd come out, or just the general attitudes towards people with different tastes. All he was met with was tales of how kids would hang themselves in their bedrooms from the strain, how parents would send their children to therapy to cure them of their mental illnesses.

Of course there were gay bars, so underground you had to bring a shovel. The queer community existed, definitely, but not clearly enough for Mark to feel safe in who he was. He'd never even discussed it with Bambam or Jackson, the idea making him feel too exposed and naked, as if they'd see the true reason behind his curiosity. They might be international, but regardless of culture or upbringing, people had their own ways of thinking. Bambam would always 'ew' whenever they had to play kissing games or put on a show for the cameras, and Mark always felt his teeth grinding against each other. Jackson never seemed to have an opinion on it, falling into the skinship side of their career with ease and acceptance. He didn't know if that was because he was easygoing and knew he wouldn't be judged for it, or for a deeper reason. He couldn't bring himself to hope for the latter.

The only spark of light he'd found was Jinyoung. After their debut, they'd grown close, seeing something in each other that was different from the rest. Sometimes he'd stay in Jinyoung's room at night, where he didn't have to share the space with the other members, and they'd whisper of their inclinations. He'd held Jinyoung through tears countless times, fruitlessly trying to chase away the negative feelings he had for himself because of his sexuality. They'd spoken of Jaebum, how he'd held Jinyoung at a distance during their JJproject days. Jinyoung said he'd never told Jaebum about his orientation, he just felt like the older boy knew, that he could sense it. Mark's heart ached for the younger boy, how he said Jaebum's name tenderly, sometimes with a sigh. Unrequited love was a bitch, especially when you were queer.

Mark closed his laptop with a sigh, setting it to side of his pillow as he tugged his blankets over his head. He doubted the other members would treat them in a negative light if they knew about him and Jinyoung, but things would still be different. GOT7 came first. While he wasn't the leader, he was still the hyung, and he'd never let his own issues affect the group. Jinyoung had been much of the same mind, but the weight of his feelings weighed heavier on the younger, Mark could tell. Jinyoung was inclined to dark thoughts, often thinking bad about himself, be it his abilities as an actor, a singer or as a person in general. It made Mark hurt to know someone so brilliant could see themselves as anything but.

As he lay with his brittle bleached hair scratching the sheets - he liked it, and it suited him, but it felt like shit from all the peroxide - he counted his breaths, willing his mind to calm the same way he did every night before he could drop off to sleep. He couldn't hear Jackson snoring tonight, in fact he could barely hear him breathing. It only took a moment for him to realise why.

'Mark,' the younger man whispered, the sound leaving his lips like a gust of air he'd been holding in. 'You awake?'

'Yeah, what's up?' He mumbled into the sheets, slightly frustrated that his routine had been interrupted, but if Jackson needed to talk Mark would never refuse.

'Can I ask you a weird question?' Jackson's voice sounded quiet and nervous for a change, and Mark wondered how long he'd been waiting to talk.

'When don't you ask weird questions?' Mark drawled. He knew Jackson would take it as the
'yes' he intended it to be.

Jackson took a moment to continue, and Mark almost thought he could hear the younger boy thinking.

'You and Jinyoung,' he blurted eventually, and Mark felt himself tense subconsciously. 'You two seem close.'

'Yeah, we're friends, why?' Mark inwardly cringed at how his words sounded, defensive and almost snappy. He felt an attack where there probably was none, but Jackson seemed to be teetering on dangerous waters.

'I'm not judging you, Mark.' Jackson added hastily, honesty plain in his voice, but Mark was still affronted by the suddenness of the conversation, the spotlight coming close to a hidden corner of himself he wasn't ready to reveal yet.

'Say what you mean, Jackson.' He sighed impatiently. He'd rather a quick death than a drawn out slaughter, and he was antsy with Jackson's unusual hesitation.

'I'm just saying, you're together a lot. You even sleep in his room sometimes.' Jackson's voice rose an octave, words spilling out in awkward discomfort. 'Like I'm really not judging you I just want you to know I'm cool with it. Whatever it is. I've just been noticing how we talk less lately, but when I think about it you close yourself off from me a lot. You know I'm not like that, right? I'm not homophobic or anything, I'm totally cool with that stuff, like super cool. The coolest.'

'Wait, wait, wait,' Mark cut through Jackson's monologue, feeling slight relief tingle in his chest at the younger boys words, but also confusion at the direction of his accusations. 'What exactly are you saying about me and Jinyoung?'

'You're together right? Or friends with benefits or whatever. It's fine with me, I won't tell anyone or anything. Hyung?'

Mark felt his chest erupt in laughter suddenly, clapping a hand over his mouth to contain the sound for the sake of the others sleeping. It took him a moment to regain himself, hearing Jackson asking 'what? what?' over and over again as more incredulous laughter threatened to tickle his lips.

'Jinyoung and I aren't together, you idiot. We're just friends. And anyway, he likes-' He stopped himself short, gritting his teeth against the name about to roll off his treacherous tongue.

'He likes who? What were you going to say?' Jackson's voice was full of anticipation at the obvious secret Mark nearly told, repeating himself again much to Mark's irritation. 'Tell me, tell me, tell me-'

'No one! Geez, it's private.' Mark huffed, frustrated that he'd nearly carelessly revealed something so important.

'Is it me?' Jackson asked with awe, as if he truly believed it. Mark stifled a snicker.

'In your dreams.'

'Youngjae? Bambam? God, is it Yugyeom? If it's Yugyeom I'll kick Jinyoung's ass, that's completely illegal.'

'Christ, no, stop guessing.'

Jackson paused, and Mark thought he'd actually listened to him for once, but then his mouth opened once again. 'It's Jaebum, isn't it?' Mark froze, and Jackson let out a soft gasp. 'Ah, I knew it - it was so obvious, how didn't I notice before?'

Before he knew what he was doing, he was already climbing down from his bunk, crouching down to where Jackson lay and clambering onto his mattress, a finger pointed sternly at his grinning face.

'You tell no one about this.' He punctuated every word with a jab of his finger into Jackson's sturdy chest, the younger boy yelping pathetically at the attack.

'Ok, ok, ok, stop!' Jackson held his hands up in surrender, and Mark sat back against the wall, crossing his legs as Jackson rubbed at his chest dramatically.

'It wasn't my secret to tell,' Mark shook his head in regret, 'Jinyoung would kill me if he knew you knew.'

'Technically you didn't tell me anything, I guessed.'

'I helped you guess. And we're roommates, if you knew then he'd think it was me who told you anyway.'

'What's so wrong about him liking Jaebum?' Jackson turned on his side towards Mark, propped up on elbow. The duvet fell from where he'd pulled it up to his neck, revealing his shirtless form.
Mark turned his eyes to the mattress above him, counting the rungs holding it up to keep the blood up in his brain where it belonged.

'Jinyoung thinks Jaebum knows that he's gay. They were awkward when they debuted together, Jinyoung thinks it's because of him.'

'Jaebum doesn't seem like the kind of guy to just hate someone because of that. I don't think any of us would, but maybe I'm naive.'

'You're pretty naive.' Mark smirked, feeling Jackson slap his thigh in mock offense. He left it there, and Mark let out a shaky breath.

'Since we're telling secrets, can I tell you one of mine?' Jackson asked softly, and Mark let his eyes meet those darker ones, seeing fear in the younger boy. He wasn't joking.

'Of course.'

'I really mean it, this is a secret. I've never told anyone this, it's big shit. You're hearing it here first. Exclusive news from Jackson Wang.'

'Shut up and tell me or I'm going back to sleep.' Mark groaned, feeling the weight of the past month on his heavy eyelids.

'Ok, Ok, I just need to hype myself up.' Jackson sat up properly, shifting a little closer to Mark, and Mark felt his heart speed up slightly with anticipation. Jackson took a deep breath, letting it out slowly before he fixed his gaze on Mark, trust in his eyes and tension in his shoulders. 'I-I think I'm bisexual.'

They were both still for a moment, and Mark fought the urge to laugh at the ridiculous situation. Laughing in Jackson's face would be a very, very bad idea right now - he certainly wouldn't appreciate it if their roles were reversed. Jackson looked like he was ready to jump out of the window at the slightest provocation.

'You think you're bisexual?' Mark asked delicately.

'No, no. I am... I'm bisexual. Pretty sure. A firm 99%. Does that make you uncomfortable? Is this weird?'

Mark shook his head to calm him before he went off on a tangent. Jackson just kept giving him reasons to be envious. He was terrified, sure, but the boy still had the guts to offer up a confession at the drop of a hat.

'Chill, Jackson. I'm bisexual too.' The words felt wrong leaving his lips, like he'd exposed a part of himself that nobody was supposed to see, but the look of sheer relief on Jackson's face and the smile that spread over his lips calmed him immensely. He;d happily expose this side of himself to make Jackson feel secure.

'Thank God.' He breathed, looking away sheepishly, a laugh bubbling from his chest. Mark joined in the mirth, sharing in the feeling of a weight being lifted.

A question burned on his tongue, and he couldn't catch it before it jumped into the air between them. 'Have you ever been with a guy?'

He immediately grit his teeth at the sound of his own words, heart thumping forebodingly in his chest, fingers and toes curling at the awkwardness.

But of course, Jackson just shrugged as if it was nothing. 'When I said I knew a little French, it's mostly dirty words from when I travelled for competitions. Some guys liked to practice fencing in a more practical way.' Jackson grinned deviously, waggling his eyebrows. 'Let's just say that French kid was very impressed with my rapier.'

'God TMI.' Mark groaned, rolling his eyes, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.

'What about you?' Jackson asked, his gaze growing keener, more penetrating, and Mark felt his skin grow hotter, looking anywhere but at Jackson's face.

'Nope.'

'Why?'

'Never got around to it, I guess. I don't do things with people unless I'm really into them, and I was never really into anyone. Just how shit happens.' He shrugged, hoping Jackson would leave it at that, but it seemed he wanted to scrape everything he could from the conversation.

'Do your parents know?'

'I never said anything, I doubt they'd be bothered if I was, though. You?'

'You're the first person I've told. I doubt they'd disown me or anything but I know my mom wants grandkids - I'm enough of a disappointment as it is.'

'You're not a disappointment you asshat.' Mark grumbled, slapping Jackson's arm halfheartedly. Jackson smiled softly at Mark's words, looking at him consideringly for a second too long. 'Besides, you might fall in love with some chick eventually, who knows.'

'Right at this moment, I can't see that happening.' Jackson said softly, and Mark frowned.

'Why's that? Don't give me that shit about being ugly again.'

'Nah, nothing like that. I just... well, there's someone I like a lot right now. As far as I know they're definitely male.'

Marks heart sank, a heavy breath leaving his lips. Well, whoever this guy was, he didn't know how lucky he was.

'Does he know you're into him?' Mark asked hesitantly. Crushes really fucking sucked. He felt like someone just punched him in the chest. Jealousy crept up like a bitch.

'I don't know, do you?' Jackson cocked his head to the side with a smirk.

'What?'

'You asked if he knew if I was into him. So I'm asking you -' Jackson licked his lips, raising his eyebrows as he shifted closer - dangerously close. Mark swallowed. '-Do you know that I'm into you?'

Mark felt himself go completely tense, his mouth dry as a desert. 'Don't fuck with me,' He whispered, feeling Jackson's breath ghosting against his lips, his dark eyes fixed on his own. 'If you're fucking with me I swear I'll kill you and get Jinyoung to dispose of the body.'

Jackson laughed softly, and Mark's heart jumped in his chest. 'I'm definitely not fucking with you.' He paused, smirked, his eyes flicking down to look at Mark's lips before looking up at him darkly 'But I can definitely fuck you, if you want.'

Whoever decided it was a good idea to place Jackson Wang in his life was a sick sadist, truly. Just the sound of his voice, deep and quiet in the silence of the room made the blood run south, and Mark was suddenly determined to make Jackson say fuck a lot more often.

Jackson didn't take the initiative, his eyes instead asking for permission before he made a move, and Mark decided to place the ball in his own court. He hesitated slightly before bringing his lips closer, noses brushing before he drew a soft breath and let his eyelids flutter shut, lips pressing against Jackson's full, warm ones. It was a chaste kiss, but when he pulled away Mark could feel his dick filling out at the feeling of kissing another man. It was definitely different to the kisses he'd shared with girls - Jackson didn't back away or sink into him, instead meeting his lips with the same amount of want and intent to dominate. Mark kind of wanted to know who'd win the battle.

Jackson was looking between his eyes and lips, his own lips slightly parted as soft breaths escaped, his eyes blown with lust already. It took him only a moment to close the distance again, this time with more confidence, pressing Mark into the wall with just his lips. Mark felt his hands snaking up along Jackson's toned arms without a thought, gasping at the strength sitting beneath the skin he'd been aching to touch for years. Jackson took the opportunity to run his tongue over Mark's parted lips, tentatively licking further inside and finding Mark meeting the intrusion eagerly.

It wasn't perfect, Mark had never kissed a guy before, and even if he had, kissing someone for the first time was always awkward. Their teeth clicked against each other and eventually both their chins were wet with spit, giggles escaping every now and then at the weirdness of it all. Mark didn't care, though, he'd waited long enough to get a taste of Jackson, and he was going to take his fill.

Jackson's lips moved to chase the line of his jaw, moving to suck reverently at Mark's pale neck as the older boy gasped softly at the sensation. 'Don't give me a hickey, dumbass, the coordi's will kick my ass.' He mumbled, feeling Jackson press a kiss to the spot he'd just assaulted.

'Too late.' He sat back with a lazy smirk, and Mark raised an eyebrow challengingly. He pushed Jackson back against the sheets easily, straddling his waist and feeling a surge of cockiness at his new position. He took the chance to run his hands over the expanse of Jackson's naked chest, feeling his stomach dip beneath his caress and a soft breath leave the boys lips. He leant down to capture him in another drawn out kiss, tugging at his thick lower lip with his teeth before exploring his hot mouth with his tongue. Jackson didn't taste like honey, he tasted like toothpaste, but his mouth itself was intoxicating enough. Jackson certainly knew how to kiss.

He felt Jackson's hands slide up Mark's yjama-clad thighs, resting on his hips as Mark's hands moved lower. He adjusted his position so he could roll his hips down against Jackson's, feeling the hardness in his boxers against his own. Thank God Jackson slept in his underwear. The contact was enough to draw a guttural groan from the both of them, Mark finding a rhythm, savouring the drag of their cocks through the fabric. The kiss grew lazy and sloppy, broken by gasps and soft moans against each others lips, until Jackson's hands moved to squeeze Mark's ass hard and he threw his head back at the sensation of those strong hands kneading the soft flesh, pulling him down to grind more roughly against him.

Jackson slipped a knee between Mark's spread thighs, easily flipping them over so the older was on his back before he kissed him deeply, fingers slipping beneath his shirt and running teasingly over his hipbones, tracing every rib. Mark bit back a moan as deft fingers rubbed against his nipples - somewhere he'd never been touched before, and Jackson attached himself to Mark's neck again, sucking and biting at his pulse point maddeningly. Mark found his fingers in Jackson's hair, tugging on the blonde strands gently before Jackson sat back, pulling Marks shirt over his head before he bent back down to latch onto a nipple, all teeth and tongue, and Marks back arched at the strange sensation.

Settling between Mark's legs, Jackson ran a hand down his pale chest, caressing the V of his hips as his tongue teased his sensitive nipples in turn. He felt a hand slip down the back of his sweatpants, squeezing a bare ass cheek roughly, and Mark pushed back into the contact. Jackson's lips moved lower, kissing his way down Mark's body before he stopped at his waistband, looking up for permission. Mark could only nod as he looked down at him, his mouth dry with anticipation.

Without hesitation Jackson dragged the sweatpants off Mark's long legs, and Mark didn't even have a moment to feel sheepish at the exposure before a strong hand was wrapped confidently around his aching length, Jackson's breath blowing over the wet tip.

'Fuck,' Mark breathed, his head falling back into the pillows. If he looked down at Jackson now, he'd probably come that second. It had been a long time since he'd had someone get him off, and he'd never been as into it as this. In fact, he'd never been into anyone like he was into Jackson.

His legs fell open as Jackson ran his tongue up the underside of Mark's cock slowly, teasingly, and Mark bucked up at the sensation, frustrated at the slow pace Jackson was moving at.

'God, don't tease I haven't been laid in forever you asshole.' He hissed, sitting up slightly to see the grin spreading over Jackson's lips. Lips that were far too close to his cock to be legal. Jackson chose that moment to take him into his mouth in one go, the hot wet heat engulfing him so suddenly Mark thought he blacked out for a moment. Jackson pulled off with a soft pop, and Mark watched him with heavily lidded eyes as he chuckled tauntingly up at him.

'You know I'm gonna tease if you keep reacting like that.' Jackson's grip tightened around the base of his cock, and Mark let out a startled breath, his mouth opening in a silent moan as Jackson took him into his mouth again, sucking with intent this time. He watched the blonde head bob on his crotch, obscene noises coming from Jackson's lips as his saliva slicked up Mark's length before he pulled off slowly, dark eyes looking up at him through his bangs.
Mark thought he might be in a bit too deep.

Jackson's hand moved against Mark's length leisurely as his mouth moved lower to suck his balls softly, making Mark cry out embarrassingly. Jackson didn't pause to tease him about it, and Mark didn't even have time to be thankful for it before a noise he didn't even think a human could make left his lips at the feel of Jackson's tongue tracing his hole, hot and wet against the ring of muscle. His hands reached out to hold Jackson's head back, his hips shifting away from the sensation, but Jackson hooked his forearms around Mark's bent legs stubbornly, holding him in place tightly.

'That's so dirty,' Mark grumbled, his forearm slung over his face to hide the flush on his cheeks. It felt obscene, Jackson's tongue tracing his hole wetly before darting inside, caressing his inner walls slowly and indulgently. His ass was lifted slightly for the angle, Jackson's strong arms locked around his spread thighs, and Jackson pressed a noisy open-mouthed kiss between his cheeks as he pulled away with a cocky grin on his lips. Jackson was a cheeky shit during sex, too. Mark wasn't really surprised.

'If I like doing it, what's the problem? You don't have to get so embarrassed...'

'I'm not embarrassed.' Mark protested weakly, frustrated at Jackson's ease and confidence. He was still hiding his face.

'Tell that to your face.' Jackson crooned, and Mark batted at him weakly, startled when Jackson caught his arm, pinning it above his head as he leaned in for a hard, passionate kiss. Mark fought against his lips, pulling away from him with an expression like he'd sucked a lemon.

'You just ate my ass, get your mouth away from me.' Mark spluttered indignantly, tossing his head side to side to fight off Jackson's repeated attempts at a lip lock.

'Don't be a little bitch, Mark.' Jackson groaned, catching Mark's jaw in his hand roughly before pressing their lips together firmly, fighting his way into marks tightly closed mouth with his tongue. Mark wouldn't give in so easily, though, the two of them snickering through their noses at each others stubbornness. Jackson's hand left it's perch atop Mark's arm, disappearing from thought before Mark felt a finger trace his entrance suddenly, and he jerked at the sensation, mouth dropping open. Jackson didn't hesitate to thrust his tongue inside, and Mark could feel the stretch of his grin against his lips as he kissed him deeply, filthily.

Jackson traced his hole twice, three times, before he pressed the pad of his index finger in softly, teasingly. Mark moaned against his mouth, feeling himself tighten around the intrusion. Jackson's finger was dry, and for a moment he was worried Jackson would just go balls to the wall and forgo lube, but the younger boy relented his attack on Mark's mouth, pulling away entirely to lean over the side of the bed. Mark watched the dip of his back as he rummaged beneath the bed, taking a chance to catch his breath as he shimmied his sweatpants off completely, tossing them to the side. When Jackson sat back up with a half-empty pump-action bottle of industry sized lube in his hand, Mark let out a scandalised gasp.

'Do you jack off in here?' He asked with wide eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips as he looked up at Jackson. The younger boy just shrugged dramatically, raising his eyebrows indifferently.

'I like the threat of getting caught, like one of those pornos where you'll sneak down to my bunk and ask if I need a hand,' he pursed his lips, waggling his brows, 'or a mouth.'

Mark slapped his thigh, taking an unusual amount of pleasure at the loud cracking noise it made in the silence of the room. Jackson's yelp of pain didn't go unsavoured either. He'd always appreciated Jackson's thighs, the strength the younger man had in his hips and lower body was something that appeared in his dirty thoughts pretty often. He squeezed the firm flesh, catching Jackson's attention as he raised an eyebrow.

'Are you gonna get down to business or is this Jackson's comedy hour?'

'I don't know, is my sparkling wit turning you on? Maybe I should start selling tickets.'
Mark didn't think his eyes could roll any further back, but Jackson put him out of his misery soon enough, shifting between Mark's now naked thighs with a chuckle. He ran his hands along the pale skin, stopping where his legs met the rest of his body with a dark look in his eyes. His gaze flicked up and down Mark's body, taking in his expression as he licked his lips slowly. 'You're fucking gorgeous, you know that right?'

Jackson's voice was deeper, more sultry when he uttered the words, and Mark felt his cock twitch, biting his lip in anticipation. He watched with dark eyes as Jackson slicked three fingers with lube, squirting a drop onto the palm of his other hand as well before wrapping it around Mark's length and giving it a firm tug. Mark's hips jumped at the much needed contact, the wet pull of Jackson's strong hand, and he sucked in a breath when he felt a cool wetness at his entrance.

'You ever fingered yourself before?' Jackson breathed huskily, his eyes intent on Mark's face as his fingers traced his rim slowly, and Mark swallowed thickly. He was definitely no stranger to the pleasure a few fingers could bring; there were multiple times he'd spread himself in the shower, gasping against the tiles at the push and pull, imagining it was Jackson's strong hands holding his cheeks open, his thick thighs pressed up against the backs of his own.

'A few times.' Mark met Jackson's gaze heatedly, not missing the soft exhalation of breath from the younger man at the revelation. He was pretty sure he'd just confirmed one of Jackson's fantasies.

'So you're okay with being bottom? I don't mind if you want to switch or something.' Jackson asked earnestly, but Mark could tell he really wanted to top tonight. The fact he'd already lubed up his fingers and was gently pushing one in even as he spoke was a pretty firm indicator. Mark didn't mind the idea of bottoming - in his fantasies it always seemed to be him pressed up against things or on his knees getting it good from behind. Switching it up wasn't completely off his radar either, he was just the kind of guy to go with the flow of things. Taking it up the ass wasn't all roses in his mind, though, he'd read enough about it to have a moderate amount of trepidation.

'Just go slow at first, I don't want to spend our day off in a wheelchair.'

A smirk spread over Jackson's face, always pleased to find opportunities to wind Mark up.

'Hm, I didn't think my dick was that big, but thanks for the compliment.'

'Forget the compliment it's a fact, you're like almost double the size of mine.' Mark refuted, not even slightly abashed to say exactly what he thought in regards to Jackson's endowment. The younger still had his boxers on, but his erection was evident, and Mark had caught him flaccid multiple times and still found himself impressed. From the tent in Jackson's underwear, he was a grower and a shower. Mark wasn't exactly small, either - just average. Next time the members commented on how Jackson's behaviour was an act to compensate for something, Mark would have to offer other ideas, because it definitely wasn't about dick size.

'Well, just 'cos I'm bigger than you it doesn't exactly mean I'm big-'

'Do you want to get laid tonight or do you wanna die?' Mark groaned, throwing his head back impatiently. Jackson had been stroking his length lazily through the exchange, but beyond that Mark was getting more and more frustrated.

'How bout getting laid so hard I die.' Jackson retorted, but his teasing stopped there, his finger slipping inside Mark in a fluid motion, bottoming out at the knuckle as Mark hummed at the feeling of being filled. Fingering yourself was completely different from having somebody else feeling around inside you, and Mark felt himself twitching against the intrusion slightly. Jackson paused for a moment, and Mark met his eyes, nodding for him to continue.

The younger man fucked his finger in and out a few times testingly before he dipped his head down to take Mark into his mouth again, slipping a second finger inside in the same second and causing Mark to groan at the mix of pleasure and the twinge of pain. Mark was really starting to develop a thing for Jackson's mouth. The younger boy licked at the head, pulling Mark's foreskin down to suck at the sensitive flesh underneath, and Mark's lips were sore from biting.

Mark's hips started to cant up into the wet heat around him, thrusting up and pushing down against Jackson's fingers. Jackson didn't hold him steady, simply bobbing his head with the motion of Mark's hips, sucking him greedily as his dark eyes watched every expression on the older boys face.

While the initial two fingers had been a pleasant stretch, the third was a noticeable burn, and Mark grit his teeth at the sensation, trying to focus on the feeling of Jackson's lips wrapped around his cock. He could feel when his dick brushed the back of Jackson's throat, the younger making a soft choked sound but not stopping in his rhythm. Mark's balls tightened at the sight, and he took a calming breath, willing back his climax. He found himself wondering what guy was lucky enough to have taught Jackson these things, because this wasn't the mouth of an amateur. A girl had never sucked him off this well before, but he wondered if that was just the effect of having a guy down there instead - if you were working with the same tools, surely you'd know how they worked.

Jackson must have felt when he began to relax around his fingers, as he started to wiggle them, stretching them out wider before he pushed them deeper, searching around before crooking them gently. Mark must've jumped up the bed at least a few centimeters, his head hitting the metal headrest as a truly humiliating sound left his lips. He felt like he'd been electrocuted in the most pleasurable way imaginable, a line of precome dripping onto his abdomen as he took a few shuddering breaths.

Jackson looked like he'd just unwrapped the best Christmas present, his eyes wide and an awestruck smile on his lips. 'Shit, I've never found it before. Want me to do it again?' Jackson's fingers had left him when he'd jumped away, and he could feel his hole clenching compulsively around the sudden emptiness.

'No, I'm too close.' Mark breathed, head lolling to the side. He was throbbing with the need to release, the effect of not getting a chance to jack off in weeks. He really didn't like the idea of Jackson trying to slide into him after Mark had already come - apparently it hurt enough when you were still aroused. 'Just put it in.'

'Wow, that's some really stirring dirty talk Mark.' Jackson grumbled, pulling off his boxers and dragging Mark's hips closer. He manouvered them so Marks lower back was resting on his knees, his ass flush against Jackson's groin and his thighs hugging Jackson's hips. Mark leaned up on his elbows, taking in the sight of Jackson spreading lube over his cock, his mouth running dry. Another time, he'd definitely try fitting that in his mouth.

It would probably be easier than fitting it in his ass.

Jackson wiped his dirty hand on the sheets before smoothing it down the planes of Mark's flat abdomen, giving his cock a few firm tugs. It was starting to flag from his nervousness, and the touch calmed his anxiety slightly. 'Relax,' Jackson whispered, voice rough. It was truly impressive he'd held on this long, Mark thought. He hadn't noticed how aroused Jackson was until now, his cock wet as it pressed against Mark's entrance, the look of pure restrained want and concentration on Jackson's face. It was thrilling to have such focus trained on him.

He let out a calming breath as Jackson locked eyes with him, but felt himself quickly go rigid again as Jackson's eyes fluttered shut, the tip of his cock stretching Mark even further than his fingers had only moments ago. 'Damn you're tight,' Jackson grunted, his jaw set as he tried to restrain himself from fucking hard into the tight heat. His hand moved to wrap around Mark's length again, and he leaned forward to lock lips with the older boy, careful not to press any further inside at the change of position. Mark was glad for the distraction, turning all his attention to the warm hand around his cock and the hot, wet tongue dancing with his own. Jackson's breathing was heavy, gutteral moans slipping from his lips with every inch he gained inside Mark. The sound was intoxicating, and Mark drank it in headily, willing himself to relax around Jackson's straining length. Jackson wasn't lacking in girth, that was for sure.

He barely noticed when Jackson bottomed out, but the shaky sigh of relief he let out against Mark's neck was a good indication, his arms trembling where he held himself over Mark. 'Are you okay?' The younger boy managed to mumble into his skin, distracted kisses fluttering against his collarbone.

His thighs were trembling against Jackson's hips, and he could feel his ass twitching around Jackson, burning with the stretch. 'Just give me a second,' he whispered, his voice shaky with exertion. Jackson's lips found his again, and he kissed him deeply, his arms coming up to wrap around his broad shoulders, his hands raking through his sweat-damp hair. Jackson kissed him like a man drowning and Mark was his oxygen - it was addictive. He pulled away to gasp for breath, panting against Jackson's swollen lips. 'Okay-'

Jackson didn't wait for him to finish, pulling out and slamming back in with vigor, and Mark found his blunt nails dragging red lines into Jackson's back, his head thrown back in shock at the sensation of being fucked. Jackson wasn't rough with him, but he wasn't gentle either, every thrust full of passion and intent. Mark's mouth was open wide in awe at the sweet drag of Jackson's cock against his walls, the sound of his rough gasps and moans. It was addictive, having those dark eyes so focused on him, so full of want.

Jackson pulled his hips closer, rolling his hips deeply with a sigh, and Mark felt his eyes roll back in his head, a spark of pleasure running up his spine as he clenched around Jackson. When Jackson hit him there again, moans left his lips unbidden, unrestrained, his hands clawing at the sheets as he rocked his own hips to meet Jackson's thrusts with pure ecstasy etched over his features. His hair clung to his damp forehead, the wet sound of skin hitting skin filling his ears along with Jackson's groans and the dirty sounds he couldn't believe were leaving his own lips.

He gasped when Jackson pulled his legs over his shoulders, his cock driving even deeper as he leaned down to catch Mark in a messy kiss. They gasped against each others lips, unintelligible words leaving Mark's mouth, along with Jackson's name in jumbled pieces. Mark was folded almost in half, his cock trapped against Jackson's abdomen, slick with precome. Jackson's voice was rough and deep as he whispered into his ear through ragged breaths. 'Is it good, Mark?'

'Yeah.' Mark breathed, his own voice sounding broken and strained, his tongue heavy in his mouth. His fantasies about Jackson's hips weren't far off as they rolled fluidly down against him, fucking him into the mattress as his thighs flexed with every motion. 'So good,' he heard himself mumble, 'gonna come.'

Pulling Mark's body even further down the bed, deep into his lap, Jackson fucked him with even more fervor, his balls slapping against Mark's ass obscenely. 'Come on Mark, come for me.' He breathed, teeth dragging against Mark's jaw as his cock pushed hard against his prostate, Mark's back arching off the bed as he came hard between them. He felt himself clenching desperately around Jackson, the sensation making him moan shamefully as the younger man fucked him hard through his climax, Mark's cock pulsing against his chest as he was milked for everything he was worth. He watched breathlessly as Jackson's face scrunched in pleasure, as he sat back on his knees, abs flexing as his hips shuddered against Mark, his cock jumping as he came inside. Mark could feel every pulse of Jackson's orgasm, his oversensitive cock twitching against his own chest. Jackson fell with a groan, careful not to crush Mark as he pressed his sweaty chest against him, mouthing at Mark's neck through the aftershocks.

Mark felt fucked out and sated, his legs weakly bracketing Jackson's ass as they curled around each other, not caring about the mess on Mark's abdomen. Jackson kissed him slowly, deeply, just the push and pull of lips against lips. All Mark wanted to do was curl up and sleep forever with Jackson's arms wrapped around him, but the come on his stomach was getting increasingly uncomfortable, not to mention Jackson's sliding slowly down his thighs.

'We need to shower,' Mark mumbled lethargically against Jackson's insistent, greedy lips. The younger man just groaned, rolling off to the side of the bed grumpily before he returned with a shirt in his hand, quickly cleaning the two of them off. Mark bit his lip as the fabric brushed against his abused hole, and Jackson uttered a soft apology, smoothing a hand up his thigh before he lay back down, throwing the shirt into the depths of their bedroom and pulling Mark against his chest again. 'Who's shirt was that?' Mark asked miserably, his eyelids drooping against his will.

'Dunno.' Jackson replied gruffly, his arm tight around Mark's shoulders.

'I'm pretty sure that was my shirt.' Mark grumbled - he'd just done his laundry and however tired he was it was still enough to make him whine.

Jackson only sucked in a deep, content breath, a chesty hum vibrating against Mark's ear as he pulled the covers up over them.

'Don't be a little bitch, Mark.'

If the sound of them banging hadn't woken the dorm up, the sound of Mark's hand coming down against Jackson's chest did.

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