Leading him across the beach to the beachside restaurant, Jack shyly stayed a step or two behind Mark. He wasn't sure how he felt holding Mark's hand in front of people. Yet, no one even gave them a side glance. The only people out were couples trying to take in a romantic evening. The restaurant was unlike any that Jack had ever been to in his life. It barely had any walls except for the section for the kitchen and bar area. Otherwise, the entire area was open to allow guests to take in the view of the entire beach and ocean. The seating area resided beneath a huge wooden canopy with small colorful lights that helps set a mystical tone. Each square table had an old lantern to help give the tables a warm glow. Which resulted in the whole place having a cozy beach vibe. Walking up the steps, a server gestured to the tables, telling them cheerfully. "Pick a seat. I'll be right with you." Mark guided him to a seat that was the closest to the beach and ocean, teasing into his ear. "What me to pull out your seat?"

Blushing, Jack quickly pulled his own seat out, telling him a little embarrassed. "No, thank you. You shouldn't spoil me too much or I'll take advantage of that." Snorting, Mark slipped into a seat across from him, before commenting lightly. "You're afraid of being spoiled?" Rolling his eyes, Jack told him honestly. "I'm afraid of getting addicted to it. Especially, when I don't know how long this will last." Propping his jaw up on the palm of his hand, Mark huffed out with a grin. "You wanted me for the whole summer. A little doting every now and again won't spoil you." Leaning over the table a bit, Jack uttered in a low voice. "I've never been doted on. And given how I'm the youngest of four other siblings... It would spoil me." Mark flashed him such a bright grin that Jack blushed and had to look away from him. Seizing the moment to look at the beautiful colors of the sunset, Jack told Mark with a heavy sigh. "It is so beautiful here. I will be almost depressed to leave." Mark chuckled to himself, telling him smugly. "You just got here and already you are thinking about when you have to go home?"

Jack opened his mouth, then shut it with an innocent shrug. Jack jerked with surprise when Mark rested a hand over his hand, causing Mark to coo out to him. "Jack. Relax. You're my date. Not a hostage." Jack could only roll his eyes, but turned his arm over to allow Mark's fingers to stroke over the more sensitive side. His breath catching whenever Mark ghosted the very tips his fingers up his arm and over his palm to the tips of his fingers, before laying his palm flat over his skin to slide it back to the crook of his elbow. The gesture was helping him calm down, but he didn't understand why he was so... tense. When the waiter came over, Jack tried to pull his arm off the table, but Mark firmly gripped it and pinned it to the table. Jack tried to avoid the waiter's eyes by looking over the menu for the thousandth time. Allowing Mark to start off by saying. "I wanna have the shark bowl drink. Bloody. I want the bottomless crabcake basket. And... I'll have the king crab legs platter with fried shrimp and buttered corn on the cob."

The waiter wrote everything down, then looked to him. Swallowing, he nervously ordered without meeting his eyes still. "I'll have the garlic butter stuffed lobster tails and scallops. With a loaded baked potato. And... what is the shark bowl drink exactly?" Mark turned the little laminated ad on the table to show him, but the waiter happily informed him. "It's a famous alcoholic drink. It is served in a small fishbowl cup. It has coconut and pineapple juice mixed with spiced rum that gives it a fresh tropical ocean taste. Topped with a gummy shark. You can get it regular or bloody. Bloody comes with an added shot of raspberry. Which gives the blue drink a dash of red coloring and a bit more kick." Handing the waiter the menu, he told him with a smile. "The regular fishbowl is fine. Thank you." Taking his menu, the waiter left, and Mark asked him quietly. "Does touching me in public make you uncomfortable?" Jack wanted to say that it didn't but stopped himself. He didn't want to lie to him.

Glancing around at the other couples that were kissing and holding hands. Jack gathered the courage to answer truthfully. "I... I don't want it to bother me. But... I feel like..." Jack bowed his head, feeling ashamed. He didn't want to finish that thought. Why should he feel ashamed? The college set him up like this. Gay relationships weren't as frowned upon as they used to be. People barely noticed gay couples anymore. Yet, a small part of him felt... unsettled by this date. It hurt worse when Mark slid his hand off his, stating gently. "It's an adjustment for you. It's ok. You're not gonna hurt my feelings. I was in your shoes once. Afraid to test the waters. Afraid that I was lying to myself. I was confused and there wasn't anyone I could talk to about it. So... I latched onto the first 'gay' man that I found. And... while it didn't turn out... I learned like any relationship to be careful." Jack nodded, his hand shaking as he slid his hand closer to Mark's. His fingertips anxiously touched his wrist, when he choked out. "It an adjustment, yes... but don't pull away. I... I don't know what I'm doing or what I can do... I'm scared... but... I will tell you when it's too much."

Mark moved his arm to rest it against Jack's, giving him a warm smile when he whispered to him. "Good to know. I'll try not to scare you." Sliding a hand down along Jack's arm, Mark got ahold of his wrist and lifted it. Placing a lingering loving kiss to the back of Jack's chilled hand. Jack's breath hitched, but he let a tiny nervous smile pull at the corner of his lips. When the waiter came to put the basket of crab cakes on the table, Jack tried to pull his hand back, but Mark held onto it and thanked the waiter. Only after the waiter left did Mark release his hand to let him pull away, but by then Jack no longer had the urge to take it from him. Smirking at him, Mark told him sweetly. "You shouldn't care what they think. The only opinion that matters is mine. And I love when you left me do this." Jack bit his lower lip, watching Mark cup his hand to massage it tenderly between his warm hands. Distracting himself, Jack took a crab cake to nibble on. While enjoying the way Mark loosened the muscles of his hand and wrist.

When their food finally came, they ate in silence for a bit. Until Mark chuckled out around a mouthful. "So? What do think of the food?" Giggling to himself, Jack swallowed and then answered. "It's really good. I like it. What do you think?" Mark took a long swig of his drink, before telling him chipperly. "I plan to come back. With you." Blushing, Jack took a smaller swig from his drink. Mark finished his food faster than him. Resulting in him having two more drinks, while he waited for Jack to finish at his own pace. Jack worried that they were spending too much time in silence, but Mark didn't appear to be upset by it. Instead... Jack froze mid bite when Mark's foot lifted one of Jack's off the floor. Grabbing his foot, Mark pried off his sandal and began rubbing his ankle between his legs. Gulping, Jack glanced at the handful of couples around, before whispering. "You shouldn't do that..." Mark rolled his eyes, leaning his chest on the table when he purred out in a whisper. "I'm not eating with my hands. And even if I was... the bathrooms are over there for me to wash."

Shaking his head, Jack mumbled out nervously. "No. That's not what I meant. I'm-" Mark's fingers ghosted up the underside of his foot, causing Jack to whine and jump in his seat. Raising an eyebrow, Mark finished devilishly for him. "Ticklish?" Jack grabbed his drink to chug down more as his ears tinted red. Mark only grinned more, whispering to him devilish. "That's a dangerous thing for me to know..." Lowering his glass, Jack coughed out. "Why?" Flicking his tongue over his lips, Mark answered in a lusty tone of voice. "Because boys that are ticklish... tend to get hard from it. Would you say that's true?" Jack wanted to deny it immediately, but now that he was thinking about it... he was a little. Although, he couldn't say it was from being tickled exactly. Mark's voice and devilishly playful smile was kind of doing it for him. Trying to yank his foot back, he huffed out innocently over his drink. "I don't know. I try to avoid being tickled." Mark massaged Jack's foot and ankle, purring aloud. "I'd love to find out one day. I like hearing you laugh." Jack rolled his eyes, finishing up his food before working on his drink.

After two drinks, Jack felt completely relaxed. Allowing him to thoroughly enjoy the way Mark's hands massaged his legs in a respectful manner. That is until the speakers clicked out around the sitting around and tiki lights along the front where the beach was came on. People at the bar cheered. Some getting up to go dancing. While others started to order more fun drinks to liven up the night with shots and drinking games. The sun was officially down, and the place seemed to come alive like a little outdoor dance club. Feeling a bit tipsy, Jack swayed to the music to the beat as the heavy bass boomed through the speakers. Finishing his drink, Mark got up and told him over the loud music. "Finish your drink!" Jack picked it up, downing the last of it and sucking on the gummy shark as he caught it between his teeth. Pulling him up to his feet, Mark led him down to the beach. Taking his hands, Mark swayed, and Jack bashfully mimicked him in his tipsy state.

Grinning, Mark began to dance with him. Showing him how to step forward and back in time with the music and how to sway his hips to it. Jack giggled as he tried to keep up with Mark's perfect form. Mark was so confident and feared nothing. His eyes only on him. Through his burning cheeks, Jack let his fears fall away and just let himself enjoy his tipsy ease. Even choosing to step up against Mark, to sway closer to him. Keeping their hands away from their bodies, Mark put his head beside Jack's but merely danced with him. Jack felt his heart skip as they swayed in synch with him. He was so close that he felt the heat rising between them. He'd never danced like this. It was too sexy and sensual. Yet, he felt so free, and it felt SO GOOD. He didn't care if it teased Mark into desiring sex, because he just liked how it felt to move his whole body in ways that he'd never tried before. Mark spun him around, wrapping his arms around Jack's waist, pulling Jack back against him to sway together before letting him spin away and stepping back up to him for more.

Both of them wore grins that were brighter than the sun. Jack's laughter rang out, when Mark suddenly wrapped an arm around him and hefted him up to spin him when the music faded. There dancing brought more couples out onto the beach to dance and when it got too crowded, Mark hefted Jack up into his arms and rushed to the water. Jack let out a scream of protest, before Mark jumped into the water with him. The water felt good as Jack eased up to the surface with Mark in tow. Sitting in the shallows, Jack shook his head at Mark, uttering out through a giggle. "Arsehole." Mark took his jaw in his hands, bringing his lips to his in a deep passionate kiss. He tasted like butter and alcohol, but he loved the taste. When Mark finally pulled from the kiss, Mark whispered over his lips sweetly. "I needed to cool off... Or... I was gonna get into trouble." Jack blushed, then eased back in to kiss him more innocently. Mark accepted the kiss, then eased back from him to let a wave wash over his back and head.

Jack giggled, watching the waves batter against Mark's back. Mark accepted it like a watery punishment, until Jack coaxed him up out of the water. He couldn't deny that seeing him in the water was... stirring something in him. Taking his hand, Jack led Mark toward their cottage. Mark followed, both of them trying to sand the sand from their clothes and sandals. Getting back to the house, Jack somehow convinced Mark to take a shower with him. Jack kept his swimming trunks on, but Mark stripped himself down and stepped in with him. At first, Mark stayed against the far wall, watching Jack wash the sand from his body. When Jack was pretty sure that he'd gotten the sand from every crevice of his body, he looked to Mark. Who uncrossed his arms and slowly switched positions with him. Jack knew he should get out, but he couldn't. He wasn't thinking clearly anymore. The full effect of three glasses of alcohol was finally setting in and he was feeling... bold.

While Mark tilted his head back to wash his hair, Jack stepped up to run his hands down his broad muscular chest. Mark lowered his hands carefully, meeting Jack's eyes as he blew water away from his mouth as it ran down his face. Jack smiled bashfully at him, but let his hands wander lower. Touching his hips and feeling the way Mark shifted his weight to steady himself. Biting his own lip, Jack started to move his hands through Mark's pubic hair, but Mark grabbed his wrists and moved them away before he got to the part he wanted to touch. Mark adjusted his grip on Jack's wrists, guiding Jack back against the wall and pinning his wrists over his head. Jack pouted at him, until Mark pressed up against him and kissed him. The kiss made Jack weak in the knees. He loved Mark's tongue slipping into his mouth and wrestling his tongue into submission. Grinding a little against Mark, he whined with a needy longing. He wanted Mark. His body wanted his warmth and wanted to feel him closer... deeper.

Breaking the kiss, Mark whispered to him breathlessly. "Let's get you dried up and... get to bed." Jack eagerly nodded. Slipping out, Jack shamelessly dropped his shorts and began to dry himself off. He wanted Mark to watch him. To look at him, but Mark averted his eyes in the cutest way. After drying off, Jack sauntered into the bedroom and sat down on the bed to wait for him. When Mark finished drying, he slowly walked up to him with a smirk. Placing his hands on Jack's shoulders, he leaned in to kiss his lips before telling him warmly. "Jack? How are you feeling?" Jack snickered, asking playfully. "Why are you asking me that? I'm fine." Mark waved a hand before his eyes and Jack's vision blurred, trying to watch the movement clearly. Otherwise, he felt fine. He still felt in control, and he felt amazing. Bringing his lips to his, Mark told him in a deep beautiful voice. "You want me?" Jack nodded, lightly biting Mark's thumb when it traced over his lower lip. Kissing his cheek, Mark purred into his ear. "Lay down for me. On your belly. Get nice and comfortable for me."

Giddily, Jack obeyed. Scrambling over the bed and laying on hisbelly. Mark crawled onto the bed on allfours, straddling his waist and running his hands up Jack's back to hisshoulders. Jack moaned and arched like acat. Leaning over him, Mark whisperedto him. "Relax for me. Let me loosen youup. I don't want to hurt you." Jacknodded with a deep sigh. Hugging thepillow to his chest as he closed his eyes. He was just starting to relax under Mark's massages... when he fellasleep. Mark kept massaging Jack's back,until he heard him start to snore. Smiling to himself, he eased off him and covered him up with a blanket. Leaning over him, Mark whispered into hisear. "Good night, Jack." Jack whined in his sleep but didn'tstir. Collecting his clothes, Markheaded up to the couch. He was nicelybuzzed, but Jack had clearly reached his limit. His eyes were barely able to follow movement, and he was far too boldfor such a shy guy. While every fiber ofhis body wanted to have sex with him... he held himself off. Jack was in no condition for it. He'd wait until he was truly ready... and whenhe wanted him without the help of alcohol to bolster him.  To Be Continued...