***Sebastian's POV***

Seriously? Life brings me the perfect man. Now! It really couldn't have happened at a worse time.

I know I should have prevented this. I should have never introduced myself. I should not have kissed Mark. I should not have went home with him, even innocently.

I hate this.

I'm complete shit.

Foolish.

Have you ever gotten the feeling that all your dreams just came true, but you know it's futile.

This is me.

Here I am.

I'm the target of Cupid's cruelest trick.

Mark is perfect. He is sexy, intelligent, driven and funny. His body is beyond perfect. His fucking eyes. God those eyes. Blue pools of penetrating magnitude, Mark's eyes sparkle like glistening icicles.

His laugh is like tinkling rain on a tin roof. It's soothing and chaotic, peaceful. He's manly but, he has the ability to be adorable and shy. Everything about him calls out to me.

I want to soak up every minute with him. Selfishly, I will. I already know that walking away is going to feel like acid in my veins. But, for now, I will take the trade.

Then there is Grey and Mak. They are, bar none, the coolest fucking people on the planet. I could picture weekends spent in their presence. I could envision watching games and throwing back a couple beers together. I could see the four of us as best friends.

The two of them are just stunning. They are warm and welcoming. Their relationship is completely honest. They are an inspiration. They just compliment one another perfectly.

Hanging out with them feels simple. They are accepting and friendly. I adore them after one night. I feel like being around them is an honor. Something I wish to be bestowed upon me.

Alas, I will only have this weekend. That's all it can ever be. It fucking sucks.

Enjoy today, tomorrow is promised to no one.

We are currently on our way back to Mark's. We are going to watch a movie until game time. I'm truly excited about the Knicks game. This will be my first time at a live basketball game. Lexus seats, Jesus it's a dream come true.

"What movie do you want to watch?" McSexy asks.

"I like anything really. I'm not picky at all." I smile at the brooding god.

"We can pick one together. I'm really happy you are spending the weekend with me." Hottie McFierce admits.

"The pleasure is all mine, really." I confess as I turn my attention towards the window.

Mark is hard to look at. He is easy on the eyes, but a blow to my heart. It is not his fault. That's just a cold hard truth. One that I have to keep in mind.

We pull up to his penthouse. I jump out and open his car door for him.

I will treat him like the Prince he is. Even if it's only for this weekend.

We walk, hand and hand, to his door. He lets us in. He pulls me in for a kiss. I don't hesitate.

His hand is softly caressing my cheek. He pulls slowly, whispering unheard words against my lips. His mouth brushes against my own and he gently presses a kiss to my lips. He throws his keys on the table and laces his other hand around my neck. A movie star kiss.

So soft, tender and enticing. He parts my lips with his tongue, while his fingers massage the skin beneath them. His tongue sweeps across my own. My mouth is pliable. I am absolute putty in his skilled hands.

The warmth of his kiss is like warm honey to my flesh. My nerve endings are live wires. A slow building inferno makes its way into my bones. I can't think around this kiss. It's so passionate and promises that it's only the beginning.

A promise I can't return.

We separate and Mark leads me to his couch. He grabs his remote and takes his seat beside me. He throws my legs over his lap and his left hand is massaging my foot thru my sock. He flips thru the options.

We settle on Joker with Joaquin Phoenix and Robert  De Niro. I love DC Comics. I love Marvel too. I love superheroes. I'm a kid like that.

"Is this okay?" Mark asks.

"Perfect." I confirm with a large smile.

We spend two hours watching the movie. Mark does really. I spend two hours watching Mark and dreaming of a life I will never touch.

I really can't wait for the basketball game. I need to get out of my own fucking head. The game should help.

I hope so.

"We still have over an hour." Mark states while flipping thru the channels.

"We can sit on the terrace." I offer.

We stand up and head out of Mark's french doors. I take a seat and pull Mark into my lap. I kiss him on the cheek and bury my nose into his neck.

He smells manly. His scent is masculine and spicy. He smells like a meal I would gladly devour.

We talk. He tells me about his parents. They are really close. Mark explains how he has known Grey forever. Literally. He regaled me with stories of their college days.

Mark tells me about his little sister, Macy. She is quite a bit younger. She has just started college. I'm fascinated by the stories. More details are exposed that tell me I could love being in his life.

Every story winds the strings of my heart tighter around his long slender fingers. If I spend too much time with this man, I would be a goner. Surely I would puddle beneath his feet.

We sit in comfort. My hands holding Mark's hands. My fingers pushing and pulling against his fingers. We talk.

I tell him about my mom, Angela and my father, Ivan. He passed when I was sixteen. My pops was a great dad. I could not have asked for better. Losing him was and is the hardest thing I have experienced.

I tell him of my sisters and brother. There are five of us. I'm the oldest. Asia is 25, Devon is 22, Aaliyah is 19 and Mya is 18.

I go into detail about my heritage. Irish and African American. It's funny. My mom is a beauty. She has rich caramel skin, honey brown eyes and silky black hair. My father was fair skin with dark blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. I got my eyes from him.

My dad was a CFO for a large company in Dublin, Ireland. He met my mother on a business trip. He fell in love. He gave up everything and made a new life in America. Truer love did not exist. My parents loved one another until my pop's last breath. Mom still loves him desperately.

Mom took care of five children with no support other than his life insurance. It was a hefty sum and we were afforded a good life. My mom is my angel. She walks on water and I worship her tiny feet.

Mark goes on to tell me about how he set Mak and Grey up. The pair is none the wiser. Mark chuckles. He seems proud of his ship. He did really well.

We spend our time in the purest way. It's lovely. I really enjoy Mark. He is refreshing and honest. It is easy to be captivated by such a man.

He has me hook, line and sinker.

We head over to Grey's. It's a massive penthouse. It has a clean modern aesthetic. The furniture could be called retro. The lighting gives it a classy bar feel. It screams modest money. Grey is interesting.

We pile into Grey's Range Rover and head to Madison Square Gardens.

Lexus Level is surreal. It's a private suite and gives an exemplary view of the entire court. I am not the only one excited. Poor Mak looks like he just met God. His face is one of shock and admiration. His eyes are brilliantly lit behind his designer frames.

Mak is fucking adorable.

Grey offers us drinks and we all stand waiting on tip off. Mak is bouncing on his toes.

Closet fan my tight ass.

The game starts and our eyes are immediately glued to the court. Julius Randall immediately sets a rhythm in the rivalry game versus the Nets. He ends the first quarter scoring 12 points.

The game is unusually slow and quiet. The stadium is packed, but both teams fail to create a live air. There are periods of stagnant silence where only sneaker rubber hitting maple can be heard. Still, being with these three guys makes its worth the effort.

When baskets are made for the Knicks we cheer and high five. When the Nets manage a substantial play we boo like the proper fans we are.

Mak gets into the game and yells taunts from our high level seats. It's funny and we make a show of harping at him. He takes it with good grace and throws several jeers are way.

The guy is sassy as fuck.

Grey and Mark talk expertly as if they were the game announcers. I take it all in. The experience is all that matters. The company I am with makes the experience a good one.

The game ends with the Knicks winning 94-82. Randall collects 33 points and eight rebounds. The Nets are held to the lowest shooting percentage of the season. The Knicks outplayed the Nets in the end.

We leave the stadium and go for dinner. Mak suggests burgers and we agree, ending up at Minetta Tavern. The packed restaurant has a waiting list that usually requires a reservation. Grey bypasses the requirement. The owner comes to personally escort us to a private table.

I'm used to such treatment myself, but once again Mak has his jaw wide open. His eyes gleam with something that can only be compared to awe. He slowly takes in the nostalgic interior with black and white photos that line the walls.

Mark boastfully parades me thru the aisles. His smile is plastered wide and glorious. He acts like he won the fucking lottery. I find myself gleaming the same stupid smile. I actually did win a temporary lottery.

We get seated and order beer and burgers. They are phenomenal. The mixture of a thick patty, caramelized onions, dripping cheese and a buttery bun makes it ridiculously delicious. The fries are seasoned well and of course beer is refreshing as always.

Mak delves into my modeling career. He asks a shit ton of questions that I happily answer. His attention is one of genuine curiosity. He makes you feel like the most interesting person to exist.

Grey brings up the basketball game. We discuss the highlights, make coaching suggestions and praise Randall on his performance. Grey gives a bit of his familial background. He explains he is an only child and his parents are now retired from his company.

Mark spends the majority of the time interacting with me. His eyes are constantly scanning my face. They are alight with interest and glow wildly with each small detail I add. He is attentive and comfortable in my presence.

Dreamy!

We wind up the evening after settling the bill. We go back to Grey's and part ways. I say my goodbyes to Grey and Mak. Mark and I head back to his place to enjoy a quiet night together.

The whole day had already been so perfect.

Mark and I lay in his bed watching the animal planet channel. They were running a marathon on baby mammals. I am obsessed with cute animals. I am in heaven.

Cuddling with Mark feels like home. It is relaxing and magical. He lays against my shoulder and we cling to each other without pause. Gentle kisses and heated make out sessions interrupt the cutey animals. I'm not complaining.

We turn the lights out. Mark snuggles down to my chest and his light snoring filters thru the air soon after. I lay there analyzing my life.

27

single

good career

no kids

wealthy

met the man of my dreams

dying

Fuck YOU Cancer!