Jack shuddered as Mark's soft lips explored over his. The kiss felt innocent enough but the sensation of it was making Jack's heart beating wildly. He could barely breathe and certainly couldn't think of anything else. Why did the feeling of his lips have to feel so good? When Mark finally pulled his lips off of his, Jack gulped. He could still feel Mark's every breath ghosting over his lips because he hadn't stepped back from him. He was still so dangerously close. Still had him pinned to the cold wall. Staring into his eyes, Jack managed to squeak out breathlessly. "You lose..." Mark's lips curled subtly with the hint of a beautiful smile, when he whispered back in a deep voice. "Told you I was bad at this game." Mark's free hand moved up along Jack's body without touching him again, causing Jack to inhale sharply. The hairs along his arm rose as the heat of his hand moved over them. Waiting to be touched by him. Instead, Mark avoided touching him, until his warm palm pressed to Jack's cheek.

In that moment, Jack shut his eyes, his lips parting as he forgot how to breathe. Bringing his lips closer again, Mark whispered to him in a hopeful deep voice. "Will you let me give you a real kiss?" Jack hesitated, trying to process what he could even mean by that. They'd been kissing. What made one real or the other? The pad of Mark's thumb lightly moved over Jack's bottom lip, gently coaxing Jack to open his mouth a tiny bit more. Blushing a deeper red, Jack turned his head away, mumbling out a bit shaken up. "I don't understand..." Jack subconsciously flicked his tongue over his dry lips, watching Mark's hazy brown eyes watch his lips with a flicker of longing. After biting his own lower lip, Mark whispered to him wistfully. "You wanted my kiss. I like to kiss with my tongue. It's more... intimate and personal." Jack turned his head to look at him better, shyly mumbling out. "I don't know how to do that..." Giving him an almost devilish smile, Mark told him a bit boldly. "I know. I'll want you show you."

Cradling Jack's face in his hands, Mark tilted his head back and brought his lips VERY close to his own. Yet, he held back. Gulping more noticeably, Jack whispered to him. "Ok... Show me." Easing in the last inch, Mark pressed his lips to Jack's, causing Jack to whimper and rise off his heels a bit. His hands clutching his cock more desperately to keep it down as Mark parted his lips with the help of his thumbs pressing to his cheeks tenderly. For a brief moment, Jack felt silly with his mouth being prompted open like this... until Mark's tongue invaded like a snake. Which made Jack whimper and tingle all over. Mark's tongue sought out his. Sliding over the length of his tongue so slowly and sensually that Jack felt like he'd have to loosen the zipper of his pants soon. Masterfully brushing his lips over his, Mark's tongue set into a lustful rhythm over his innocent tongue. His tongue grinded over his in such a way that Jack's knees felt weak. Eventually, Jack stopped trying to make his tongue retreat from Mark's, allowing his tongue to fully enjoy the way Mark caressed his so... hungrily.

It was only when Mark stepped in to press his naked body complete to his, that Jack squeaked into the kiss. It forced him to move his hands away from his crotch to avoid feeling too much of Mark's. Yet, he couldn't ignore how hard Mark was as his cock wedged between his legs and nestled just under his balls. Feeling Mark's chest against his own, got him thinking about how it would feel to lay beneath him. Which didn't help his cock that was raging harder from both his dirty thoughts and such a intimate kiss that seemed to allude to how he'd grind over him! He'd gotten so distracted that he didn't realize that Mark had done this to get him to open his mouth more. Allowing him to capture his startled tongue with his lips. Where he lightly sucked on it and teased the tip with flicks of his own tongue. The loud squeal that left Jack surprised even himself. Forcing his hands to claw at Mark's bare shoulders in warning. Sensing his distress, Mark pulled out of the kiss, asking a little worried. "Are you alright? I was just-"

Jack cut him off as a lusty haze spurred him to kiss him again. He'd been surprised, sure. He didn't want him to stop just like that! Mark chuckled into the kiss as Jack practically attacked him for more. Then settled himself back in to kiss him just like that yet again. Only this time, Jack wanted him too. He welcomed it. He desired it. He wanted more of this kind of kissing. Mark's hands caressed down Jack's body, feeling out his every curve over his shirt as he made his way down to his slender hips. Once there, Mark held his hips firm and pressed his own hips seamlessly to Jack's. A needy whine left Jack and Mark responded. His hands moving over his hips to firmly grasp his supple ass cheeks. Giving them a hard squeeze that left Jack gasping into their kiss. He'd never realized how big and strong Mark's hands were to do that! It made him rise up on his toes subconsciously and once again Mark responded to his body's prompted actions. Sliding his fingers down Jack's ass, Mark gripped the back of Jack's thighs. His hands pulling them apart, before hefting him up off the ground like he weighed very little!

For a moment, he held him against the wall, kissing him more passionately with his tongue. Resulting in Jack wrapping his long arms around his shoulders, allowing him to lean over him to kiss him. At this angle, he tilted Mark's head back and tried taking over the kiss. Mark let him slide his tongue over his with a deep throaty groan of encouragement. Something that made Jack blush but... he liked it. He was doing something Mark liked. He was just about to try capturing his tongue, when Mark broke the kiss and pulled him away from the wall. Panting heavily, Mark carried him over to the bed and carefully laid him back across it. Adjusting Jack to the center of the bed carefully with both a knee between his legs and an arm around his waist. Which allowed Mark to lie over him once he hefted him into the spot he wanted. At first Jack giggled and blushed harder. He was nervous and didn't know what else to say or do. It wasn't processing what Mark was doing. Until Mark claimed his lips again, while one of his hands when straight for the button and zipper of Jack's shorts.

Tensing, Jack's knees shot up on either side of Mark, squeezing him tightly as he tried to close his legs. His hands pushing up on Mark's shoulders to stop the kiss. Reluctantly, Mark broke the kiss, and his hand stopped after unzipping his shorts. Feeling spooked, Jack stammered out as he patted Mark's shoulders. "Wait. Wait! Mark, stop. Please?" Mark was panting just as hard, but he obeyed. Moving his hand away from Jack's crotch to ask in a breathless pant. "Something wrong?" Squeezing Mark's shoulders anxiously, Jack pitifully uttered out. "No... Yes. I... I can't breathe." Mark lifted his weight off him a bit, asking with concern. "Am I too heavy?" Blushing, Jack shook his head and mumbled out. "No... I just... I need a moment." Shifting off of him to lay at his side, Mark sweetly purred over his shoulder. "Sorry. Was I going too fast for you? I kind of lost myself there for a minute." Swallowing, Jack sat up and hugged himself. He didn't understand why he was shaking.

Beside him, Mark asked anxiously. "Jack? You ok?" Easing off the bed, Jack hugged himself tighter and told Mark with reluctant honesty. "I think we should stop." Sitting up, Mark asked a bit hurt. "Why? I can slow down. I just got caught up in the-" Jack held up a hand to stop him, wincing out as he averted his eyes. "Stop. Please. I... I can't do this. I'm not... I'm so sorry, Mark." With a heavy sigh, Mark got up from the bed and began collecting his clothes. Jack tried to say something, but he couldn't. He just felt terrible and couldn't think of any other reason that he wanted to stop. Pulling his pants back on, Mark started toward the stairs without a word to him and that cut Jack far deeper than he'd expected it to. Had he pissed Mark off that badly? Was he in the wrong or Mark? Part of him wanted to just give in. To run after him and ask him to make love to him. Yet... another part of him felt that was absurd and wrong to grovel for something he wasn't ready for. Falling to his knees, Jack silently cried as Mark stormed upstairs with his stuff.

Laying on the bed, Jack watched the fish beyond the clear walls for hours in silence. He was hungry but was afraid to go upstairs. He was afraid to face Mark. Even though, he saw him walking around upstairs on occasion. Sitting on the couch. Or going out onto the porch. Right now, he was in the kitchen. It was hard to tell if he was mad or simply upset with him. Sniffling, he hugged a pillow to his chest and tried to figure out what to do. He couldn't stay down here forever. Were relationships always like this? He felt so confused, and heart broken. Burying his head into the pillow, he cried silently. Only to jump nearly out of his skin, when Mark asked from the steps. "Jack? Are you alright?" Jack sniffled, trying to wipe his watery eyes quickly. Which prompted Mark to ask with more concern. "Are you crying? Jack...? Did I hurt you? Did I scare you?" Jack eased up, hugging the pillow to his chest tighter when he asked him in return a bit distressed. "Aren't you mad at me...?"

Mark raised an eyebrow, looking around a bit perplexed before chuckling out nervously. "Why would I be mad?" Jack stared him down with watery eyes, until Mark told him seriously. "Have you been crying all day because of the no sex thing?" Turning away from him, Jack told him in a broken voice. "You left without a word and you... huffed at me." Mark's voice sounded surprised when he said. "I what? Jack... I left to give you space and... Yes, I might have been a bit... frustrated. But that had nothing to do with you. I haven't been that hard and needy since my teens. It was painful to be blue balled like that. I had to go to the restroom just to..." Mark suddenly stopped talking. His footsteps approaching him slowly and methodically. He only stopped when he was in view of Jack. Kneeling to be more at his level, when he asked him so compassionately. "You thought I was mad at you over sex? How sex-craved do you think I am? I'm not a nymphomaniac. You're a virgin. I wouldn't pressure you like that. I sure as hell wouldn't pressure you like that even if you weren't a virgin. What good would that do me if you don't enjoy it too?"

Jack meekly lifted watery eyes to meet his. Seeing Mark's genuine smile made him want to giggle. Had he really been crying for nothing? Overthinking this whole thing? Inching closer to him, Mark kneeled between Jack's legs and cupped his face to kiss him so innocently. With such a kiss, the numbing frost of pain coiling around Jack's heart melted away to a blazing warmth. Slowly getting up, Mark patted Jack's thighs, chuckling out to him. "Come on, Virgin. Let's get something to eat." Rubbing his eyes, Jack stiffly got to his feet. Tossing the pillow to the bed, Jack inhaled sharply as Mark suddenly pulled him into a hug, whispering over his shoulder sweetly. "I didn't realize I'd done that to you. I'm sorry. I'm... rusty with the whole relationship stuff. I'll be more careful." Jack hugged him back. Letting Mark's warmth absorb into his own colder body. With a tender kiss to his temple, Mark told him in a deep loving voice. "Get your swim trunks on. I wanna walk the beach with you."

Pulling away, Mark left with a smile and Jack bashfully got into his swim shorts with a hoodie over a tank top. He imaged that the beach would be chilly with how late it was getting. When he was dressed and ready to go, he followed Mark out onto the dock. For a time, they walked in silence along the empty beach. It was late and the last rays of sunlight were fading over the watery horizon. The sound of the rushing waves over the still warm sand was healing to his overstimulated mood. Slowing to his pace, the back of Mark's hand brushed against his before his fingers slipped between his to hold them. Blushing, Jack let him hold his hand as they walked together. Gesturing to a restaurant up ahead, Mark asked him hopefully. "You wanna try some seafood? I hear the crab here is to die for." All Jack could do was nod and let Mark pull him along. He was already feeling better and found that he rather liked the way Mark held his hand. His fingers tickling his palms playfully. This feeling was...addictive.  To Be Continued...