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***Sebastian's POV***

His body collides with mine. I let out a huge hmph on impact. My arms find their way around his waist none the less.

Oh stars. He's so warm, so beautiful and so here. I sigh out a large breath to expel my shock. My hands tangle in his hair, pushing him into my chest.

All these months. He is all I wanted to think about. All I dreamt about and all I needed. Mark. My Mark. My heart.

I press my lips to his forehead gently. Nothing is better than this. Absolutely nothing.

The tears fill my eyes and release on repeat. He's everything. In everything. Everywhere. Since the moment I met him, this man has done nothing but lull around in my every thought.

Ma comes to me and wipes away the cascading emotions. For each brush of her fingertips, more replenish. It's never ending, a dam of my soul that has been torn down by the presence of my world.

I let off a brief smile to my mom and return my eyes to the man in my arms. He's here. After so many weeks, months, he's here.

Mark's tears soak through my hospital gown. I hold him tighter. This will be his home, my arms. I'm never letting him go again.

Leaving Mark was the single most painful event of my short life. That says a multitude of things as I lay inside of a bed getting treated for cancer.

I would gladly face this giant over and over to bring me to a place where Mark Fletcher resides within the confines of my hold.

"Don't cry, beautiful. This is hello for the last time." I lifts my arms from around Mark and tenderly wipe the pads of my thumbs across his wet cheeks.

"You left me." Mark screams out. The break in his voice is a dagger to my soul.

"I know and I'm sorry." I whisper the shitty apology. No amount of regret will change what I put him through.

I didn't think I had a choice.

"Please don't cry." Pulling my love to my face, I capture his whimpers with my lips. I steal his anger with a gentle kiss of my shaking lips. He grabs the back of my neck, pressing our mouths together firmly. I slip my tongue into his mouth and try to wash the pain away with my gentle caress.

Mark breaks our kiss with heavy panting. He hiccups and rubs his hand under his nose. His eyes are swollen and his lips trembling. Alex hands him a tissue. He carelessly wipes away the evidence of his break down.

I can't imagine how hard all of this has been on him. For me, it was hell. I locked myself in my own personal cell by being afraid to project my diagnosis on someone I deemed a stranger.

I was foolish and selfish. I should have given him a choice to join me on this journey. I can't change the past. I only hope to have a future with this amazing man so I can make up for lost time.

Mark moves from my hold. He stands from the bed. Confusion washes over me. My emotions are on a terribly thin strand. They threaten to break away.

Mark paces the hospital floor. His head falls low while his shoulders hunch. He rubs his jaw as his fingers find his lips. He grips his lips harshly between his pointer and thumb finger. He rolls the swollen flesh around in his fingertips.

"Mark, please." I cry out in fear. I want to do anything to stop him from walking out of this hospital room. I won't be able to take the devastation. My heart has not been my own for so long. I couldn't possibly lose him once again. I won't survive. It's a guarantee.

Mark puts his hand up in the air to halt all conversation.

"I'm mad. No scratch that. I'm fucking livid." Mark turns away from me. To my surprise, he looks at each one of us with accusing eyes.

"You." Mark pointedly stares at Mak.

I don't understand the situation, at all. I spent only a few nights among the trio. It was enough to see the deep seeded love, the adoration that they all had for one another.

It was a bond that I relished in. I still do. Their friendship went beyond ties that bound strangers to a life filled with one another. It was magical to watch the interaction between them all.

In saying that, time has passed. Things could have changed. I truly doubt that would be the case. Love like that does not dwindle. If it is able to fade, then there is no hope for the love I hope will take flight and flourish between Mark and myself.

"Mak? You? Why?" Mark carries forward, up to Mak.

I hold my breath, hoping that Mark wouldn't strike his friend.

The look on the faces that are watching the exchange do not seem as confident.

Gray pulls Mak closer. In what seems like an effort to put distance between the love of his life and his lifetime friend.

My nerves are a live wire as I pass my eyes from person to person quickly. No one makes a move to intercede. I try to find comfort in that fact. Although, I wouldn't be able to say I find any comfort at all in the present situation.

After all, whatever is culminating directly effects me. I am the root cause. It is my decision that had brought all of this to a head.

I go to open my mouth, my mother shakes her head at me. Putting my faith in what I know to be true as opposed to what is currently transpiring, I hold my breath while waiting for the scene to unfold.

"I know you hate me right now, but I really don't give a shit. I wanted to bring you sooner. But, there was nothing I could do to quicken the trip. So, be angry. Yell. Scream. If you want to, punch me. I'm right here. But, know this Mark. We all fucking love you. This has been difficult on every one of us. We did the best we could. Accept that or don't. I'm still going to love you. You are still going to be my best friend." Mak speaks the words with conviction and what seems to be a heavy spirit. They all look worse for the wear. Honestly, I may feel better than each of them in this very moment. I wouldn't doubt that to be a matter of fact.

"I love you. I'm mad but, it's just I'm happy, angry, scared. I'm just a lot of things." Mark makes no move to harm Mak. I'm grateful. Instead he accepts Mak into his arms as the boy flies towards him and wraps his body around my love. I breathe out a sigh of relief.

Crisis averted.

"We're sorry." Grey whispers. His face shows pain and remorse. I'm positive they have nothing to be worried over.

"Thank you." Mark continues the embrace, wrapping his hands around Mak and accepting the hug that Grey gives around the two loves in his world.

"We love you. We are here for you guys. We aren't letting you do this alone." Mak's whisper is truthful. Mak warms my soul. God knows we will need all the encouragement we can get.

"Thank you. I can't tell you how much I love you guys." Mark breathes out.

Mark and Martin share words. They end up in a hold of one another.

"How are you holding up?" Mak's soft voice breaks me from my staring. His fingers rake through my hair. I sigh softly. I need the touch of affirmation of these people.

"I'm okay Mak. Thank you so much. I have fucking missed all of you. Thank you." I let the truth pour out of my mouth. The weight of all these people missing from my life comes crashing down over me.

"You made a huge impression, on all of us. I wanted to find you more than anything. Mark needs you. So do we." Mak makes me feel loved and adored. I can't explain the way that warms my soul. His words encompass me in a cocoon of safety. I missed them all to a heart breaking degree.

"As soon as they release me, I will be back in Manhattan." My words are as much an announcement as a warning. A promise. I'm not letting this man go again. We will grow old together. I hope they are ready.

"What?" Mak looks at me incredulously. Shock and peace take over his features. He didn't know.

"I finished the inpatient treatment. I will be released in a couple of days." I finish my reveal with a face splitting grin. I'm getting out.

"Fuck yes. Oh my god. Oh Satan. Thank you Mother Mary, the pope, Budah and Santa Claus." Mak descends on me in a tight bear hug. He starts peppering my face in gentle but loving kisses.

"That's quite a thank you list." Ma giggles. She isn't use to Mak or his particular style of enthusiasm.

"Hell, I would thank fucking Peter Piper too." I laugh quietly. God I fucking missed this kid.

Mark finds his way back to me. In a moment of peace, I wrap my arms around him, silently welcoming home.

I touch his lips, smile. My hands navigate his waist. I get reacquainted with the person who stole my breath, my heart and my every thought.

"Thank you." I close my eyes and relish in his presence.

"I missed you. You should have told me. You stole time. You owe me." I nod my head agreeably. I will make it up to him. Forever, I will spend, making it up.

"How are you feeling baby? You look tired. What can I do for you?" Mark puts his hand on my face. He tenderly rubs my cheek bone with his masculine hand.

"I'm perfect, happy. I have you. That's all I need." The truth pours from my mouth.

"You ever pull that stunt again, you won't be able to peel me off of you. Seb, I missed you. You have no idea what you walking away did to me." Mark adds guilt. He probably doesn't intend to. It's okay. He's right.

"I won't. I can't. I need you." I promise.

"I'm right here. I will follow you anywhere. I'm not going away. You're stuck with me." Mark smiles at me.

"Sounds like a beautiful life." I reach up, bringing him closer. I press my forehead to his and breathe him in like the air he is. He's my lifeline.

The knock on my door tears my attention away briefly.

I spot my favorite nurse and usher him in.

"What's up Gav?"

"Wanted to check on you. My shift just ended. I just wanted to see my favorite patient." Gavin rushes towards my bed and wraps his arms around both me and Mark.

"Please say this hot piece of ass is the Mark fucking Fletcher. Oh Daddy. Oh Satan. Hallelujah." Gavin drools. His face portrays his approval of my sexy man.

"I am." Mark smiles, a small blush crawling over his skin.

"Oh Seb. I hate you. You held out on me." Gav whistles and fans himself. "Christ almighty where's the holy water?"

"Gavin, you're giving me a complex." I laugh as jealousy takes over Alex.

"Alex, hun. You're totally a babe." Gavin waves Alex off as he turns his attention back to Mark.

Alex pouts causing Mak to burst into
Laughter.

"You going to introduce us, or do I have to do all the work?" Gavin reaches his petite hand out to Mark.

"Mark Fletcher." Mark winks and Gavin dramatically lulls his tongue out to the side.

"Woof. Woof. Dadddyyyy." Gavin giggles when Alex comes over and hoists him into his arms.

"Baby, this is Grey Parker. That's his dad Martin, boyfriend Mak. Those two over there, are Mario and Kip. Also boyfriends so put that tongue back in your mouth." Alex playfully kisses the cute twink.

"Martin you say?" Gavin hops down and walks over to Martin Parker. He pops his hip a tad and eyes Martin, all Six foot four inches. "Definitely Daddy material." Gavin winks at the tank of a man.

"He's married." Mak drops the hint.

"I can look though." Gavin gives an award winning smile. That boy is certifiably trouble. He is asking for Alex to spank his tiny rear end.

"You need a cold shower." Mark chuckles out.

"Alex can give me one later." The boy turns and winks at Alex. Told you.

"Hell no. You're on punishment." Alex shakes his head no.

Gavin struts over to Alex and pulls him in for a kiss but, Alex steps back. The push and pull continues until Alex is backed against the wall.

The next thing we know, Gavin leans in and smashes their lips together.

"Oh great, this again." Ma giggles. "I apologize. They have no cooth."

"Oh please, this bunch. Their as open as a 24/7 gas station." Martin laughs. He is sexy. It's unnerving.

"Oh thank god, don't want to scare you guys off." Ma shakes her head in relief.

"Not a chance." Mark promises.

"Visiting hours are almost over. You know the drill." Gavin claps his hands together.

"Ma?" I call out. She has been here very night. I would prefer her to take a break. She has earned it. Plus, I want some alone time. With Mark. Only him.

"I'm going to the hotel for the night. These chairs are rough on my back." Ma winks. Fuck she is an angel.

"Mark? Would you stay with me?" He could say no. The choice is his. I hope he doesn't.

"Shut up." Mark whispers. He puts his hands on my face and descends. His kiss is soft, a comfort in my sea of anxiety.

"Goodnight." I wave everyone away. They got to go. I can't take my eyes off my Mark.

"Yeah. Yeah. See you bright and early." Ma giggles.

"Mark you haven't eaten. Would you like us to grab you two some food and drop it off?" Grey offers.

"Please. I also need my bag." Mark nods in agreement.

"We're on it." Mario promises.

"Sebastian? Do you need anything?" Kip asks kindly.

"I already have it." I hold Mark in my hands, staring at the beauty he is.

"You two get some sleep. We love you." Mak replies.

"We love you guys." Mark and I yell together. I just want them out. Out. Out.

The nurses come in one last time for the evening. They give me the okay and finally leave me alone with him.

"I love you Mark. I love you. Thank you for finding me." I kiss his lips and he eagerly gives me back what I need.

"I love you baby. God, how I made it without you. Thank God for family." Mark whimpers against my lips.

I kiss him hungrily. I want him in so many ways. I want to taste, feel and consume him.

My body does its part and shifts below him. His hands tangle in my hair. His lips find purchase against my neck causing my eyes to roll.

Fuck. Tent pitched.

"Babe. Oh hell." I can feel myself leaking. Need is my prominent emotion.

"We can't." Mark teases as his fingers dance across my hips and he gingerly caresses the covers over my standing ovation.

"Don't. I have been patient." I grab his hand and push it under the blankets. I curl his fingers over my shaft below my gown.

"Fuck." Mark tears the covers away. He pushes his head down and envelopes his lips over my cock.

Satan be damned. I thrust my cock into his warm mouth and moan lewdly.

Thank you baby Jesus.

"Yes. Fuck. Oh lord." My aching legs feel like jello as they fall open and accept the praise of his worshipping tongue.

Mark moves off me and keeps his head firmly connected to my lap. He presses his hands into my hips and bobs up and down my cock. His tongue laps over my throbbing veins, the sensation is incredible.

"Baby." My moan is choking. I haven't been touched since he last allowed us to be physical that weekend.

I want to bury myself inside of him.

"This is for you." Mark pulls off my cock and smiles boldly at me. I nod in acceptance. His hand cups my balls and gives them a gentle roll in his hand. His lips kiss and peck between my thighs. My thumping cock beats against his cheek.

My breath catches. His fingers slide under my thighs and he burrows his head between my legs. He licks at my scrotum then trails a hot, wet path to my hole.

Oh hell. I'm gonna explode.

That tongue does a sinful dance around my entrance and he sucks the tight ring generously. His hand strokes my neglected shaft.

"I'm gonna cum." I need to release.

Mark pushes his head back down over my head and sucks deeply. My cock leaks in the back of his throat. I thread my fingers into his hair, pushing him down further. I lift my hips and impale my dick down his throat.

"Mark. Fuck." I shake as my seed pours into his suckling vortex. Every inch of me is spent by the time he finishes sucking me dry. He swallows all of my orgasm and licks his way off of me.

He stands up and starts removing all his clothes. When he is down to his boxers, he climbs back in bed.

"I want to taste you." I whine.

"We have forever." Mark grips my chin and kisses me. I can taste myself on him. I taste like pain killers yuck.

"Can you help?" I lift up and pull at my gown. I don't want to be clothed tonight. I need to feel the reality of his presence against me.

Mark nods softly. He carefully untwines my gown from my body and throws it into a heap. He climbs back in the bed and tangles our bodies together.

"You feel like home." I quietly whisper. My hands find a peaceful place to rest between our chests.

"You are home. This is us. Together." Mark smiles and places a sweet kiss on my cheek.