Mark licked his dry lips, trying hard to focus on the road.  Having trouble catching his breath, he told Jack shakily.  "Jack... I need my hand back".  Jack pressed Mark's hand closer against his raging hard on, before tracing the back of his hand and seductively answering.  "Then take it back".  Mark's hand gripped the steering wheel tighter.  He really didn't need his hand back... and yet it was distracting him.  Swallowing hard, Mark pulled his hand away and gripped the wheel.  Beside him, Mark could feel Jack's eyes on him.  Then he could feel Jack's breath on his neck as he told him curiously.  "You seem distracted, Markimoo. Why don't you just pull over and let me have ya"?  Mark shivered, but kept his focus on the road, replying a little strained.  "Jack, just sit down. We are almost home".  Out of Mark's peripheral vision, he saw Jack's hand slip back over his thigh like a snake.  Slithering right back into his open zipper.  Mark groaned softly in his throat.  He told himself that he could ignore it.  He was so close to home! 

That's when Jack's hand gave up rubbing the outside of his underwear, and slipped in to touch the warm flesh beneath.  Mark had to slam on the brakes, before he floored the gas pedal out of pleasure.  Jack chuckled, watching Mark drop his head to the steering wheel.  Reaching down, Mark grabbed Jack's wrist and gently begged him.  "Jack... Please. Just wait...".  Jack scooted closer, whispering into his ear.  "Why don't you just pull over and meet me in the back seat"?  Mark shook his head, begging Jack.  "It won't be comfortable for us... Please".  Jack slowly slid back into his seat, telling Mark in a pouty voice.  "Hurry up then. Or I'm going to claw up your car"!  Mark jerked up his head and jerked the car forward.  He went a little faster then he would normally drive... but he just had to get him home!  Otherwise, he could only imagine what Jack would try next!

When Mark finally pulled into his driveway, he jumped out as quickly as he could.  He didn't trust Jack enough to keep it in his pants.  He only managed to unlock the door, when he was shoved into the house!  Staggering back up onto his feet, he turned to see Jack closing the front door with a grin.  For a lean framed guy, he sure had an alarming amount of strength.  Jack kept his ocean blue eyes locked on his as he reached back to lock the door.  Mark's heart began to race and he slowly backed away.  What would Jack do to him?  He had never seen Jack so.... confident?  It was kind of sexy.  Being drugged up seemed to bring out the... bad boy in him.  Jack strolled toward him with lust glazed eyes, and Mark slowly backed up.  He wasn't scared of Jack.  In fact, he was getting curious.  Jack was so horny it was driving him crazy.  How long would he possibly last?

Jack grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his head.  Mark licked his lips, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time.  Mark stopped in the living room,  prying off his shoes and pushing his pants down.  He straightened up to step out of them, finding Jack standing right next to him.  Jack slide a hand up along his cheek, leaning in to place a tender kiss against his lips.  Jack still tasted faintly like strawberries.  It had to be from the drug he drank.  Mark turned to face Jack, placing his hands on his bare hips to push his jeans down.  Jack broke their kiss to step out of them, then placed a firm hand on Mark's shoulder trying to push him down.  Mark didn't move, until Jack told him huskily.  "Lay down, Mark. Please"?  Mark raised an eyebrow, but sank down to the rug.  He wasn't going to let Jack top him... but he had a weird feeling that's not what Jack wanted.  After all, he tried to straddle him in the car.

Mark laid back across the carpet and beckoned Jack down over him with his hands.  Jack stood over his hips, then slowly sank down over him.  Jack closed his eyes, adjusting over his hips until his hard on was right alongside Jack's.  Jack bit his lower lip, laying his hands on Mark's chest.  Mark licked his dry lips, laying his hands on Jack's pale thighs.  He expected Jack to be heavier than he was.  Jack's skin looked so white against his tanned skin.  A smirk spread over his face as he stupidly expected traces of his green hair to be in the patch between his legs.  Jack was the first to move.  Leaning over him slightly to drag him hard on along his.  Mark jerked his head back, hissing between his clenched teeth.  It felt so good, it was breathtaking.  When Jack slide his hips back to do it again, Mark braced his feet firmly on the ground and rose up against him.  This time Jack dropped his chin against his chest and let out the cutest moan. 

Mark dug his fingers into Jack's thighs, he could feel Jack's muscles flexing under his hands and it turned him on.  Sitting up a bit, Mark slipped his hands under Jack's ass to pull him closer.  Which shifted his cock behind Jack, while Jack's pressed hard against the scar on his stomach.  Jack flashed him a grin, grabbing Mark's shoulders firmly.  Mark shot him a wicked grin, before raising one of his hands to Jack's lips.  Jack took Mark's index and middle fingers into his mouth hungrily.  Mark could feel Jack's wet tongue sliding around his fingers and soaking them so much it was starting to leak down his palm.  Mark had to remind himself to swallow.  He loved how Jack looked lathering up his fingers.  It made him want to put that mouth to work where it would do the most pleasure.  It was making his cock ache just thinking about Jack's tongue sliding up his shaft.  To Be Continued...