Mark climbed up onto the bed with Jack.  Rubbing his back as he watched anything that was even a little interesting on TV.  Jack would groan every now and again, but eventually drifted off to sleep.  Mark planned to stay up all night, but even he slipped off.  The sound of a metal dish clanging, caused Mark to jerk upright in bed.  He hated himself for falling asleep, but the thought quickly was pushed aside.  Jack flinched when he saw Mark was awake, saying a bit guiltily.  "Sorry. I ordered up some breakfast. Want some"?  Mark adjusted himself up to rest his back against the headboard as he asked still a bit worried.  "Are you feeling better"?  Jack picked up a pancake, taking a large bite as he nodded.  Mark smirked to himself.  At least, Jack had his appetite back.  That was always a good sign. 

Jack swallowed, before he brought a plate over for Mark, telling him casually.  "I think I slept it off. Probably just ate too much, or something just didn't sit right. What about you"?  Mark took the plate from Jack, mumbling back.  "I was fine. Just worried about you".  Mark took a sausage off the plate and took a bite, his eyes drifting up Jack suspiciously.  Jack hadn't left, he was slowly crawling up onto the bed and over his legs.  Mark moved the plate away from his lap as Jack adjusted over him to straddle his hips.  This was new.  Jack rarely was frisky in the mornings.  He always preferred nights.  Mark raised an eyebrow, asking Jack a little nervous.  "Jack? What are you doing"?  Jack sucked something off his fingers, before leaning over him to whisper playfully.  "I got time to kill before my long flight home. I was hoping that you'd give me something to remember you by". 

Mark chuckled softly as Jack's lips brushed over his.  Jack's lips tasted like honey.  The second Jack broke the kiss, his hands started to unbutton Mark's shirt.  Mark inhaled a little sharply in surprise, saying apprehensively.  "Didn't we just fuck last night? You do remember that, right"?  Jack rolled his eyes, nodding as he answered dryly.  "Yes...But I can't help it. I'm craving it worse than I did last night".  Mark smiled, letting Jack's hand run over his body like lightening.  Jack removed Mark's shirt and was fiddling with his pants now.  It was only now that Mark took in the fact that Jack just wearing a large sweatshirt.  Otherwise, from the waist down... Jack had nothing on.  Mark took another sausage off the plate to bite into, while his hand slid up Jack's bare thigh up to his waist.  Jack unzipped his pants and simply pulled his underwear down, before shifting over him.  Mark moaned softly as he felt Jack sit down over his cock. 

Jack was just lucky that he was hard enough.  Why was Jack in such a rush all the time?  Sure, it didn't help that they both had strict schedules and only short interactions... but still.  For once, he would like Jack to work him up before jumping him.  Jack arched back and started to ride him at a slow pace to start.  Mark grabbed Jack's thigh with one hand, while his other hand went up to brace firmly against the headboard.  Jack began to moan already breathless.  Mark shoved the plate off the bed, wrapping an arm around Jack's waist and rolling him back across the bed.  Jack was going too fast.  He needed to slow him down just a bit.  Jack groaned a bit, grumbling out.  "Mark... Don't. I was almost there".  Mark pressed his warm lips to Jack's ear, whispering in a deep husky voice.  "I know. But you keep that up and I won't get there". 

Mark braced himself on his hands, focusing solely on his short deep thrusts.  Jack moaned in agony, sitting up slightly to flick his tongue across one of Mark's nipples.  Mark's rhythm faltered as he let out a sharp pleasure stricken moan.  Jack's hand wrapped around to claw at this back, while keeping himself close to Mark's chest.  Jack lifted his head a bit to bite into Mark's shoulder with a louder muffled moan.  Mark winced feeling Jack's teeth, but he was too close to care.  Mark nestled his head into Jack's neck and his head grew a bit fuzzy.  Jack smelled good.  Really good.  Had he smelled like this last night?  The very thought was driving him over the edge.  Jack's fingers dug deep in his flesh as he arched back, moaning out.  "Oh, OOH...FUCK"!  Mark refused to stop, because Jack's orgasm had triggered his own.  Bursting his seed as hard as he could into Jack. 

Jack relaxed beneath him with a soft chuckle.  While Mark mumbled exhaustedly into his ear.  "Well...That was unexpected".  Jack turned his head to kiss Mark's ear, asking playfully.  "How long before your ready to go again"?  Mark chuckled, taking a deep breath before he answered sweetly.  "Give me two minutes and I'll meet you in the shower".  Jack gave him a bright smile, slipping out from under him and dashing for the bathroom.  Mark laid across the bed, trying to catch his breath.  He just didn't know where Jack got the energy on some days.  Was it the chocolate chips in his pancakes?  Or the coffee he drank?  Either way, he couldn't complain.  It was a work out that he enjoyed above all others. 

After they had thoroughly enjoyed each other, Mark had to do the hardest thing.  Take Jack to the airport and watch him leave.  He knew it would be months before he'd see him again and it hurt every time he had to watch him go.  Jack would try to hide his tears and Mark would put on a strong appearance... but the moment the other was no longer looking... all the walls would come down.  After a day or two, Mark was able to put himself back together and start uploading his videos again.  He assumed Jack was doing the same in Ireland.  When two months past though, everything took a weird turn.  Mark was cooking himself dinner and dropping a few pieces of chicken down to Chica, when his cell phone rang.  Whipping his hand on his jeans, Mark pulled the phone up to his ear, answering excitedly.  "Hey, Jack. What's going on? I haven't heard from you in awhile". 

Jack's voice sounded a bit shaky as he answered.  "Ya... Look Mark. I was wondering if you could take some time off? Maybe I could come out and see you"?  Mark shifted the phone to his other ear, asking hesitantly.  "Is everything alright"?  Mark heard Jack take a deep breath, before he answered calmly.  "I just need a friend right now. Can you do this for me"?  Mark looked down at Chica's big brown eyes as he told Jack sweetly.  "Ya, sure. Just send me the details about your flight".  Jack didn't answer.  He simply hung up.  Mark stared at his phone a minute feeling a little weird.  Jack wasn't acting like himself lately.  He seemed distant and kind of... scared of something.  Was he feeling overworked?  Stressed?  Whatever it was, he was glad he was coming to him for help.  To Be Continued...