Just before class ended, the teacher told them to head back to their apartment to pack for their summer trip. Which was for a total of two months, but the list of recommended things to bring said to pack light. So, he tried to do just that. Only to hesitate when it said to pack swim gear and clothes for the beach. He really regretted not researching where these jobs were located. Packing it with the lightest suits he owned, he wheeled his medium sized luggage out of his room. It made him blush to see Mark had already packed and was pacing the room as he chatted on the phone with someone. Jack checked his phone for messages and sighed. They said they would send out a text when the bus was ready for them. So far, there was nothing. Grabbing something to drink, he froze as Mark snapped his phone shut and chuckled out. "You're not wearing that to the beach, are you?" Turning away, he sipped his drink to hide his blush when he told him. "No one told me that we'd be sent to a beach. Besides, we'll be working the summer."

Mark's snort drew his attention, upon retorting. "We won't be working ALL the time. You're not going out like that. I can't be seen with a bureaucrat at the beach." Jack rolled his eyes, telling him under his breath. "You don't have a choice... I told you it's all I have..." Mark walked over to his suitcase, tossing it onto the table. Quickly moving toward him, he shouted nervously. "Mark? What are you doing?! Don't! I just-!" Tossing out the neatly folded suits, Mark narrowed his eyes on him, smirking out. "You're not taking them. And where is your swim trunks? You know this school has a pool, right?" Groaning, Jack tried to rush around to pick up his clothes, but Mark grabbed his arm. Tossing the clothes he'd picked up over the couch, Mark smirked to him. "Stop. You're not taking them. I forbid it as your husband!" With another louder groan, Jack crossed his arms and snapped out. "Oh ya? Then am I supposed to go naked, you neanderthal?!" Mark blinked, his eyes looking over Jack before a wicked grin spread over his face.

Smacking Mark's shoulder, Mark jumped back from him, playfully retorting. "I didn't say anything! You put the image in MY head." Blushing a deep red, Jack muttered as he tried to walk away. "Then I guess I'm not going..." Rushing up to take his arms, Mark innocently informed him. "No, you're not. Come on. We've got some time." Jack resisted, but Mark pulled him along. Mark led him through crowds of bustling people trying to pack or buy items for the summer. Everyone was so excited and chatting about things they couldn't wait to do. It made Jack feel like he was missing out on something. He'd never gotten excited about the summer like them. He used it to study and relax at home. Pulling him into a clothing store on campus, Mark informed him excitedly. "You wanna show your take learning serious? Buy school merch. I will allow that. It's cheap and it will give you something other than stuffy suits." Jack blushed, noticing that out of all the stores on campus, this one was practically barren.

All the clothes were in the schools two colors but came in every variety of clothing. It had everything from jerseys to t-shirts and sweaters. It had sandals and sneakers. It had bags and books. Cooking supplies and more. Pretty much everything you could ever need to live and study here. Shoving a cart to Jack, Mark tossed in a few pairs of jean shorts and loose shorts, telling him proudly. "That should get you started. Go on." Inching down the aisles, he rolled his eyes but pulled a few clothes off the rack. He liked the fact that the clothes were cheap but of good quality. He didn't care that the school's name was tagged on everything. They were comfy and that was all he cared about. Mark pulled him from the cart suddenly to press a pair of blue trunks up to his waist, before tossing them into the cart. For the first time today, he laughed and playfully shoved Mark away. By the time they cashed out, Jack had a whole new wardrobe and a few more fond memories of Mark's antics.

The minute they got back, Jack changed his clothes into some grey loose fabric shorts with a dark blue T-shirt that had the school's name in bold white font on the back. Stepping out to show Mark, Mark whistled until he blushed. Helping him pack some of his new clothes into the luggage, Mark playfully put a grey baseball cap on his head, chuckling out. "There. Now you look..." When Mark didn't finish, Jack lifted his chin up, tilting the brim of his up until he could see his eyes. Mark stared at him with a stunned look that made Jack self-conscious as he blurted out. "What? Something wrong?" Shaking his head, Mark cleared his throat and told him, suddenly averting his eyes. "No. You look good. More... casual. And the merch... rather suits you." Jack moved to the bathroom, feeling anxious about his new look. Yet, when he did. He barely recognized himself. He looked younger but at them same time still had a light nerdy quality about him. He still looked like a serious college student but a... friendlier one. He almost felt... normal.

Fixing his hat, he pulled the brim down with a blush and headed out after Mark. He noticed the sudden change in people around him. Specifically, in the women. They giggled whenever he was near, and he caught them looking over his long arms and legs. Yet, none of them could look him in the eyes for more than a couple of seconds. He even heard a few asking others who he was. It was a weird feeling. He'd never stood out so much. It overwhelmed him a bit. Especially, when he dropped his keys, and a woman would snatch them up to give them back while biting her lip. Only to dash off to giggle with her friends. Each and every time, he caught Mark glaring off at the woman or muttering something under his breath. Was he mad at him? This couldn't have been his fault. Mark had dressed him like this. It wasn't until he was climbing onto the bus that a woman smacked his ass and caused him to yelp and jump into Mark. Mark staggered onto the bus and Jack uttered out submissively. "Mark, I'm sorry... I was just... I didn't mean to..."

Leaning over the front seat, Mark yelled out to the woman behind Jack. "Touch him again and I'll break your fucking hand off, Bitch!" The woman gawked at Mark, but no one was as startled as Jack was. He'd never seen Mark so angry. Grabbing his arm, Mark pulled him to walk ahead of him. Guiding him to a seat in the far back. Slipping across the seat to sit by the window, Mark dropped heavy beside him with deep breaths through his flaring nostrils. Meekly looking at him, Jack mumbled out. "Mark...? Are you alright?" Mark nodded, but didn't look at him. He was glaring at the woman that dared to look back to find him. It wasn't until the bus began to move that Jack chuckled nervously to himself. Mark quickly met his eyes, allowing Jack to grin out as he teased. "You're jealous?" Mark looked away, grumbling out. "They are drooling over you like hounds in heat." Leaning back, Jack pulled his legs up to press his knees against the seat in front of him, chuckling aloud. "You are. You hate what you've done to me, don't you?"

Mark tried not to look at him, but when a woman across the aisle was caught looking passed Mark, he looked and saw his legs. Quickly putting his hand on his knees, Mark shoved them down out of sight, answering a little defensively. "I didn't think this through." Jack let out a hearty laugh, prompting Mark to ask seriously. "Something funny?" Giving Mark his best and brightest smile, he answered playfully. "Yes. I've never had someone so jealous over me. Don't you trust me to stay loyal?" Mark's eyes were guarded, when he stared him down and said gruffly. "This kind of attention is what will make you go back to being straight." Mark winced the second the words left his mouth. Quickly looking away as he added weakly. "I mean... I didn't mean..." Shifting to face him better, Jack propped his head up with a hand and chuckled out a little amused. "Would that disappoint you, Mark? If I did..." Mark refused to say anything or even look at him. Resulting in Jack leaning in to whisper over his shoulder. "Can you make me a promise this summer, Mark?"

Mark reluctantly met his eyes, allowing Jack to finish off in his same whispering tone. "Promise me that for this summer... you'll go steady with me." Mark blinked, looking a little confused. So, Jack lightly rephrased. "Date me for the summer, Mark. Show me a good time? Or else... I'll just stay in the hotel and read in my free time." Mark finally shifted to face him, asking a bit perplexed. "Are you serious? Did she slap your sense out of you?" Smirking shyly, Jack told him genuinely. "I'm serious, Mark. This is my vacation from school... I don't know what else to spend my time on. So... spend it with me? Please?" Mark narrowed his eyes on him a bit and Jack took the risk. Pushing the brim of his hat up, he leaned in to kiss him. Their lips meeting with a light familiarity, until Mark deepened the kiss with a sudden blaze of desire. Turning the kiss needy and a beautifully sloppy. Cupping Mark's cheek, he tried to muffle a light moan into Mark's kiss as his cock hardened to a powerful ache.

Mark's hand rubbed over Jack's hip, pulling him closer and deeper into the kiss. Which only made Jack moan more as his leg tried to slide up over Mark's lap. Mark's hand encouraged it at first, before pushing his leg back to the floor, his lips curling into a breathless smile as he eased away. Shaking his head, Jack lightly tugged on Mark's shirt, pleading so quietly to him. "Don't. You can't do this to me again." Mark's eyes lowered to see the tent pitched in Jack's loose shorts. Jack quickly dropped his hand over it with a distressed groan. His balls hurt just thinking about him leaving him like this. With a quick look around, Mark whispered to him. "Turn to look out the window." Rolling his eyes, Jack obeyed, grumbling out. "Ashamed of me already? You did this... How am I supposed to deal with this? I'll get caught-" Jack jumped as Mark's hand coiling over his hip, his warm breath coating his ear when he whispered to him. "You won't get caught. If you stay quiet and do exactly what I say."

Mark's fingers loosened the strings of his shorts, causing Jack to stop breathing as he watched those fingers slip beneath the waistband. Shivering beneath him, Jack moved his legs apart, his cheeks burning hotter. Was he really going to let Mark do this? He certainly didn't want him to stop. He'd practically jerked off to him enough lately that feeling Mark's fingers curl around his hardening cock was pure bliss. Kissing his neck, Mark told him in a deep voiced whisper. "I'll try to make this quick. Since we have to get off the bus soon. And I sure as fuck, am not letting these girls see what you're packing. If you want me to date you... then THIS stays mine for the summer. Deal?" Jack nodded vigorously, feeling Mark's fingers tighten masterfully around his hardened shaft. Light gasps left him as Mark started to stroke him, his thumb teasing the slit of his cock. Which spurred him to gush precum as his body got the hint of what he wanted from him. When his gasps started to get loud, Mark clamped a hand over his mouth to silence him.

Pinning him almost against the window as his powerful hand worked him into a frenzy of lustful little thrusts. Against his ear, Mark's deep voice purred to him wickedly. "Fuck. I don't think you could be any harder. Do you want me that badly?" Jack lightly nibbled on Mark's fingers, his eyes rolling back as he felt himself getting close. He was so embarrassed and at the same time... so excited. Sucking on his earlobe briefly, Mark whispered to him devilishly. "You're going to make a fucking mess, aren't you little virgin?" Jack started to shudder, his body tensing and Mark did something VERY unexpected. Pulling Jack back with his hand firmly to his mouth, Mark leaned over his side and tugged Jack's cock free of his shorts. For the briefest of seconds, Jack's eyes widened, until he felt Mark's mouth take his length. That was all it took. Just as Mark's lips took his length in full and sucked even a little, Jack came hard and fast down his throat! His moan a strangled sound beneath Mark's hand. Feeling Mark's tongue lick the underside of his cock until he had nothing left, Jack shuddered violently from the strain of trying to cum more for him.

Easing up, Mark tucked Jack's cock away and whispered into his ear with such pride that Jack whimpered bashfully into a puddled mess. "Feel better, sweetheart? You finished just in time. Can you walk?" Jack could only curl up on the seat, taking deep panting breaths. He was feeling better, but his lower half was still cooling from the fire Mark had enflamed there.  To Be Continued...