#c:mark

After Brianne left, and Nina came to visit for a bit, Emma was in panic and did her best to hide it throughout her work day. So she sent Evie that text message needing to see them. She just needed to make sure Duncan was never going to be found. And maybe even convince them to leave town just for a bit. If Nina came home early it would just look like her older sister was visiting her. She had done a pretty damn good job keeping Evie and Mark out of this so far. Hearing a knock on the door, she moved over to it and opened it. “Hey. Come in.” She moved aside to let them both in.

Me desculpe pelo interrogatório que eu fiz hoje mais cedo, talvez eu tenha exagerado um pouquinho. Não é como se você precisasse dar uma justificativa toda vez que vai sair com alguém. Eu prometo que não vou exagerar em outra ocasião. Aliás, o encontro foi bom?

A lot of people came to 'Fallen Angel' for a lot of different reasons, a gentlemen’s club really filled with beautiful decor and just as beautiful young men willing to serve those who were members. From the waiters to the bartenders to the ‘entertainment’ as it were. Beautiful young men in nice clothing that the club provided to for them to please the men who had enough money and status to a member here. Every man wanted something different, some just wanted a beautiful young man on their arm or lap to laugh at their jokes and look at them like they were their entire world. Others wanted more physical pleasure, seeking a new man every visit while some went back to their favorites again and again. Mark had been working here for two years and so he’d seen plenty of men with different wants, but Guy Richards was not really like any of them at all. 

At first it seemed like all the others, he wanted attention and sex and to try dirty and wicked things and everything in-between. But the man could get that anywhere he wanted and it became clear it wasn’t just that. He wanted attention, but not just for a night and while the sex was incredible he seemed to want something more, something almost intimate that Mark hadn’t really encountered before. This one was different and it was intriguing, but then again Mark wasn’t exactly the most normal of employee’s here either considering unlike the other boys here he didn’t work alone. “Well, well - look at this. Back again and here for us I take it?” He grinned, eyes on Guy who was in his favourite booth. But Mark wasn’t alone, an arm around the waist of a taller and leaner figure with bright amber eyes and a coy and cocky grin on his face. 

"Looks like he really can’t stay away from us for long Marky” Stiles said to his work partner and lover. They were always a duo when it came to this place, two gorgeous guys for the price of one - so to speak. They’d been quick friends when they’d met two years ago on the job and realized how perfect of a pair they were. The handsome jock with nice arms and his puppy like smile and the smartass, pretty faced know it all with the sharp tongue. The best of both worlds as it were and seemingly a big favourite of one Guy Richards as the two of them slid into the booth either side of the older man. “So, just how much did you miss us? I thought the strapping and famous bachelor would have played a little harder to get. Not that we’re complaining” Stiles remarked, purring out the words and leaning against the man. 

Like right now, with the taller boy pressing Mark against the wall and lips on his neck and long fingers gripping his hip and keeping him there. “Dude I’m serious, someone is gonna see this shit and I can’t...fuck, that’s not fair” He shivered as he felt lips and teeth against that sensitive spot on his neck that the other knew completely drove him wild. Fuck.

Mark knew he’d been fucking with Logan’s head a little bit, playing this secret game of anonymous teasing and getting under the guy’s skin but truth be told he felt like Logan probably deserved and needed it. His fellow jock was a cocky little shit and always got what he wanted so maybe it was supposed to take someone like Mark to give him a bit of a challenge and something to put some effort in. Even if he didn’t know it was Mark who had been sending him the messages, at least not yet. 

It was only when the next big frat house party came about the following weekend that he decided to surprise Logan. After all the guy had finally caved and even said please, something he had outwardly refused when he’d first started this little game. It was time the younger of the two finally saw who he’d been dealing with this whole time. So finding him in the crowd, he walked quietly behind him and leaned in against his ear.

“So, what was that about me being better off being yours, shrimp?”

“You’re not working today” Mark said simply, sliding into Guy’s lap on the couch and tugging the phone from his hand because he knew he was checking his emails on it. “It’s Sunday which means you’re off the clock and I have you to myself” He said simply, placing the phone on the large coffee table before moving his hands back onto the older man’s chest and slowly rubbing them soothingly up and down his shirt. “The company will be fine for a day, you need to relax or you’re going to start getting those grey hairs you keep worrying about” He teased, a playful smile on his face as he raised his eyebrows before leaning in for a gentle kiss on his lips. 

The football game had been a complete landslide of a victory for the team, who had spent the last twenty minutes cheering and celebrating in the locker room. Their first home game of the season and they’d dominated every play, the other side barely touching the ball and given that Mark was Captain of the football team that was about as big of an ego boost as one could get right about now. He laughed and cheered with his friends, knowing a lot of them were feeling particularly good because their girlfriends had  been in the crowd cheering along and had seen them win this for them. It had been a pretty packed crowd, parents, girlfriends, teachers and other students had all come to see their first game and that just made it all the better that they’d kicked some serious ass.

Eventually things calmed down a little bit as they headed to the locker room and began to shower and change. A few more cheers and slaps on the ass but for the most part people just wanted to get home at this point seeing as it was Friday and they had all of next week to gloat. Showering and changing into his jeans and a hoodie and sneakers before heading out with his rucksack over his shoulder and sports bag in his other arm. He made it to the back of the school, opening the gates and was planning to head towards the bus to make his way home. His folks wouldn’t be around, given they were busy on a work trip or...was this a vacation? Mark honestly couldn’t remember the excuse this time to get away. 

But his eyes caught a familiar sight just before he did that, a very familiar sports car parked right outside the school and standing out somewhat among the rest of the cars - though thankfully nobody was really around at this hour to take notice and a very familiar figure leaning against it and looking right at him. Mark was stunned for a moment, Guy had never come directly to his school before, not even once. “What are you doing here?” He finally asked as he moved closer, sounding both surprised, confused but also happy to see him. “Wait, were you there at the game...?”

“This is so good,” Laurel said as she ate the pieces of watermelon. “We should do this more often, why don’t we do this more?”