The bus let out a hiss as it pulled up to a curb. Practically everyone on the bus shot up to their feet. All of them eager to get off the bus and take in the beach view and stores. Meanwhile, Mark stayed seated beside him. His hand casually stroked along Jack's leg as Jack shuddered on the seat. Jack was curled into a ball and panting hard. His emotions a mix of thrills and embarrassment. He just couldn't believe that Mark had done that. What made him blush harder into the shadows of the seat though... was that he wanted him to do it again. The woman in the seat across from theirs got up, asking suspiciously. "Is he alright?" Jack wanted to hide under the seats, but Mark just casually informed her. "He gets bus sick. He'll be fine in a minute." The woman blushed, uttering aloud. "Oh, poor guy. He was really struggling at the end, huh?" Mark's hand lightly squeezed Jack's thigh, while telling her wickedly. "You have no idea. He was about to blow across the seats."

Jack's jaw dropped and he glanced over his shoulder to stare in disbelief at Mark. The woman's male partner huffed, encourage her to move on down the aisle as he grumbled out. "Great... I'll be sure we avoid him on the way back." The woman frowned at her partner but walked on. Easing upright, Jack whispered to Mark. "How could you say that? I wasn't..." Jack drifted off as Mark flashed him the most devilish grin. Finally getting up, Mark told him with a shrug. "I didn't lie, and I didn't tell the truth. I couldn't avoid it. She saw me all over you." Reaching out to touch his cheeks, Mark chuckled sweetly. "Your face is flushed, and you haven't even been out in the sun yet." Swatting his hand away, Jack got to his feet so fast that he stumbled. His legs were weak, and he was a little dizzy. Catching him with an arm around his waist, Mark whispered against his ear. "You're gonna sleep well tonight. I can tell." Nudging Mark away meekly, he collected his bag and slowly walked off the bus.

Just outside the bus, a man was instructing the couples where their vacation cottages were and what to be aware of while working and exploring this coast town. The speech was long, and most was a no-brainer. You just needed common sense to avoid trouble. The man handed a set of keys to each couple and checked them off as having arrived on his clipboard. Accepting their keys, Jack followed the man's instructions toward the cottage that he'd be sharing with Mark. It was breathtaking! They followed a dock out across the water that had private docks leading to little single home bungalows literally over the lapping waves of the ocean! Walking inside, Jack gawked at the place. The house was small and square. Having only a living room with a white couch that looked out the large glass wall overlooking the distant watery horizon. There was a nice kitchen with a cozy wooden walls and only a small window to see the beach while doing dishes. The real eye catcher was the floor.

The entire floor was made from a thick plastic that allowed you to see the straight down into the ocean and what appeared to be their single bedroom... under the water! Smirking, Mark told him a bit teasingly. "Guess your sleeping with me tonight." Blushing, Jack mumbled out. "Aren't we being watched?" Mark waved the paper at him, chuckling out. "No. This is... vacation for us. We're grown adults and some of us do better socially when we aren't being watched." Carefully Mark entered and found the stairs leading down to the bedroom. Leaving his bag in the living room, Jack moved to the sliding glass door. Just outside on a wooden porch was a hot tub and a little firepit with two chairs. The place was very romantic. It certainly had honeymoon vibes. Turning around, he noticed that there was no tv in sight. Just a radio with a CD player and a Bluetooth connection. It appeared to be hooked up to speakers all around the little house.

When Mark called up to him, Jack looked down to see Mark beckoning him to come look at something. Taking a deep breath, Jack took his back down the wooden steps to the bedroom. Once down there he became enraptured by it. He could see the ocean all around them. There was coral just behind the clear wall of the bed, giving the illusion of a thriving coral headboard. Complete with little fish and coral of beautiful colors. Some bigger fish swam around the room, peeking in at them with just as much interest as they had to see them. Sitting on the bed, Mark told him a little excitedly. "I'm not a fan of the water... but I love this. It's so bright and... otherworldly." Nodding, Jack admitted with a smirk. "Probably should appreciate this... It's probably expensive." Snorting, Mark asked him curiously. "What side do you sleep on?" Jack blinked, turning to look at him with wide fearful eyes. He'd never thought about it. Leaning back on his hands, Mark purred out to him. "I usually sleep on my left side. So, I can take the right side of the bed if you want. That will allow me to face away from you."

Shrugging, Jack innocently challenged. "Well... What if we play for it? Winner gets the bed for the summer. Loser gets the couch upstairs?" Mark met his eyes with his narrowed ones, stating with a grin. "It's a California king... that's a lot of room for just one person." Lifting his chin, Jack shrugged back. "Maybe I want a lot of room to myself. Maybe space is... Will help us take things... slowly." Mark tapped the toes of his sneakers together, before asking devilishly. "What shall we play for it?" Jack opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He had nothing. He was about to suggest going to a store to buy something, until Mark innocently asked him. "Have you ever played 'force field?" Jack shook his head shyly. Getting to his feet casually, Mark told him a little too calmly. "It's simple. I play it with Taran before every show at the theatre." Jealousy surged up Jack's chest at the mention of the older man. Mark's theatre dominate. He hadn't even thought about him since Chad... but now he was and he hated it.

The image of Taran's older hands cupping Mark's crotch on his poster made him lock his jaw. His jealousy only faded when Mark beckoned him toward an open area of the bedroom with his index finger. The gesture gave Jack goosebumps as he willingly crossed the room. Turning his hand to gesture him to stop, Mark told him with wickedness in his dark eyes. "The rules are simple. Image there is a force field around your body. Every limb is protected. You touch the other person... you lose. The goal is to get close enough until someone breaks the force field. Or you can try to... get creative." Swallowing, Jack mumbled shyly. "If you play this all the time than you're good at this game... Doesn't seem fair." With a beautiful laugh, Mark honestly admitted. "Actually... I always lose this game. Taran always manages to get close and... turns me on. So... I watch helplessly as... IT... touches him." The image of that made Jack's heart race and his skin heat up, before he blurted out defensively. "You do that before EVERY show?"

Nodding shamelessly, Mark asked in a low voice. "Does that bother you?" Jack looked away from him, answering a little too quickly and sharply. "No." Stepping closer to him, Mark whispered so serenely to him. "I think it does... You've been so focused on Chad... you forgot he's not the only man I'm involved with." Slowly meeting his eyes, Jack glared at him as he growled out. "You promised to go steady with me this summer. If you play with him like that before every show..." Grabbing the bill of Jack's hat, Mark pulled it off and tossed it to the bed as he told him casually. "That's work. I promised I'd go steady... and I'll be loyal this summer. But being hard for my job is... something I have to do." Jack frowned, until Mark tilted his chin up and whispered over his lips in a deep buttery voice. "But I promise you this... Whatever Taran does to me... I'll imagine it's you. That's the best I can do." Rolling his eyes, Jack very gently pushed his hand off and told him firmly. "Let's play. The bed will be mine."

Smirking, Mark took a step back and shrugged out. "We'll see about that, virgin." Jack scowled, taking a step closer to him as he told him gruffly. "Stop calling me that." Defiantly, Mark leaned in so close that Jack felt his breath on his lips when he retorted. "Tasting your cock doesn't count as losing it, virgin." A light strangled sound left Jack as he stepped back, huffing out shyly. "How dare you..." Stepping closer to him, Mark purred to him in a deep predatory tone. "Oh, I dare, Jack. Don't try to play so innocent... You could have stopped me on the bus. Instead... you agreed to make it mine for the summer. Or have you changed your mind?" Jack inhaled sharply as his back hit the wall of the room. Gulping, he shuddered out to Mark. "I... I did agree... but if you're with Taran... Nothing of you is mine in return!" Mark's knee suddenly surged forward, hitting the wall between Jack's open legs. Which made Jack gasp as he realized his mistake. Mark had him pinned now!

Slowly putting his hands on the wall over Jack's shoulders, Mark stared into his eyes as he asked wickedly. "I see. So, what part of me are you trying to claim for the summer, little clover? Choose wisely." Jack tried to think but his brain was forgetting what words were because Mark took that moment to pull his shirt off! Resting his arms from elbow to wrist on the wall over Jack's shoulders now, Mark whispered to him devilishly. "Find something? Or should I... keep going until you see something worth your time this summer?" Jack's breath quivered as his hands rushed to cup his crotch. He didn't want his hard on making him lose because Mark's thigh was... so close to it. Jack's cheeks blazed as one of Mark's hands moved dangerously close to his body. Starting near his cheek and pretending to caress him as he moved it down his side to his hip area. Jack swallowed hard and stayed VERY still. He swore he could feel his hand on him, but Mark hadn't touched him! Mark's hand teasingly moved in front of Jack's crotch, causing Jack to clutch his pearls tighter.

The smug grin on Mark's face was haunting. He was better at this game than he'd let on. Which became far too clear, when Mark's hand went to his own pants and slowly began to unbuckle and unzip them. Jack's breath caught in his throat. His eyes locked on Mark's hand as he unfurled the fabric to show him his thick dark pubic hair. The bastard still wasn't wearing underwear! Near his ear, Mark purred to him a bit breathlessly. "Is this what you want? A cock for a cock? You wanna see it up close? Do you wanna touch it?" Jack felt cold and he tingled all over. He couldn't move or look away. He couldn't breathe and his heart was racing. Mark masterfully pushed his shorts down his thighs, his fingers curling around his half hard cock as he whispered to him more deep and needy. "Tell me what you want... Tell me what to give you... and it's yours for the summer. ALL summer." Jack felt his precum soak the front of his shorts. He couldn't stop imagining him fucking him against the wall with the beast he was stroking so endearingly.

He could imagine himself crying out as it claimed his virginity and left him a willing victim of further displays of being railed by him. Yet, it was in that image of being held down and made love to on the bed, that made Jack turn and answer both breathlessly and hopelessly romantic. "I want... your kiss." Mark's lust glazed eyes widened in surprise. He was staring at him like that was the last thing he thought he'd hear. Then with little warning... Mark leaned in and kissed him.  To Be Continued...