POV: Jack

Ugh... Where am I? Last thing I remember I was making out with Mar----

Shit! Mark and I... Had sex? I was drunk as fuck last night... I mean I've always had a crush on the strong, handsome goofball but... I never imagined my first time would be like this. I would have at least liked to remember it.

"Séan?" I hear a kind of nervous but soft voice talking to me. I look up towards the voice at a familiar figure that is currently a little fuzzy. Dazed, I realize I am in Mark's bed.

"Unnghh" All I can make is a sound as the hangover starts to hit me.

"Hey.. shh.. I will get you a coffee." Mark says, gently shutting the door before leaving in order to keep the light away and save me in this migraine. I can't help but feel gratitude towards his kindness.

I hear the light switch flip back off in the hallway and he comes back into the room with a sippy cup of coffee.

"Wheir ew get dhat?" I mumble, genuinely curious.

He sheepishly replies, "It was mine when I was younger. I'm a bit of a keepsake saver kind of guy..."

I try to attempt a smile for him through the pounding of my temples when he puts the sippy cup up to my mouth

Not thinking, I splurt out my weird thoughts. "I jhust indewrectly kissed fove year old ew."

Thank God I can feel the hangover going away. Being Irish and kind of expected to drink a lot I have built a sort of tolerance and I don't get very long lasting hangovers. It is actually a secret of mine that it only takes three so beers to get me drunk. I prefer a glass of whiskey though. I just want to stop embarrassing myself, but Mark just chuckles.

"You are truly immature." He wiggles a pointer finger at me like some sort of sexy disciplinary figure.

I sip on the cappuchino he made me again and then I realize I'm still naked under the covers. And he is calling me immature? What did we even do?

"D-dint... last nite?" Is all I could get out at the moment. He seems to understand and he looks embarrased that I even thought about something so bad. Surprisingly, Mark is a pretty innocent guy besides all the dick games he plays. One time we had a whole conversation on the Genital Jousting game and we have played Cards Against Humanities several times together, but if he has any more of a bad boy side to him I haven"t seen it. He's just a big teddy bear and me- well I'm a stubborn little bean.

"No... last night you started stripping at the bar we went to. You were kind of grinding up against this brunette.. so I got you out of there." He scratches the back of his neck.

Maybe it is just me still being half ass drunk, but somehow I have the nerve to be a smartass and flirt with Mark when he already looks uncomfortable.

"Sounds to me like you're jealous, Markimoo..." I wink at him and watch as his eyes widen. I could swear his jaw dropped.

"I--- don't know if you should say stuff like that, Jack..." He stutters.

"I'm sorry, Mark, I-" I try to apoligize but he walks back out of the room.

I struggle to get up out of my still delusional state, pulling out the tucked sheets and blankets I have under me. He really cared enough to get me out of a stupid position, and I say that to him. He would never be jealous of me, he doesn't even like me. As if he ever did. I always ruin my chances with people.

All of a sudden I see Mark in the doorway again, but zthis time he has the glimmering trace of a single tear he clearly wiped off.

"Mark-" I choke on words. I made him cry, what kind of sick person am I? I didn't even flirt that much, but I know that he is a sensitive guy and I probably scarred him enough trying to get into some girls pants last night. I mean, how nice of a person do you have to be to keep your friend from making suck ass life decisions like that? Most people would just joke about you getting laid the next morning, but I'm not really one to have one night stands, which is why I freaked out this morning. I'm no virgin mary, but I want intimacy to mean something. I sigh at Mark, still at a loss of words.

"I'm sorry I ran out like that Jack..." He starts. "I have just been having a really hard time keeping my feelings from you lately." When I start opening my mouth he holds up a finger to tell me he isn't done with his speech. "I know you aren't drunk anymore, so I need to confess to you. I think I love you, Jack." And before I could say a word, he walked from the doorway to the bed, leant over, and gave me a sweet peck on the lips. I look up at him in awe. This is like all of my dreams come true.

"Why'd you stop?" I can almost feel the passion and love in my eyes. I just want Mark close to me and to feel safe again in his arms. I stand up and embrace him, and the world seems to just fit in place. I realize a tear has made its way out of my eye and I let out a choked sigh and squeeze him a little tighter. "T-this isnt a dream, Mark... is it?"

"No Jack. I want to wake up to hear that adorable little Irish accent say my name every morning. I want to walk in my bathroom to see you in all your morning face beauty and give you a kiss to start your day, then go and make you a coffee before you go to work. I want you to give me the privlege to call you mine, Jack. Of course we won't quite move in together yet, but I know you are the one for me, the man I love, and I want to grow old with you or die by your side. Séan, will you be my boyfriend?"

"Of course, Mark. I will do my best to be the most amazing boyfriend, every day I will call you and--" He cuts me off.

"I would love calls and whatever you have planned, but please remember, Jack. You don't have to better yourself in any way for me. You are worth everything already, and nothing could change that."

We lock lips once more and we have been in a hug for so long that my head has become buried in his shoulder and I can just barely feel him as he gently picks me up bridal style and lays me down, him beside me, and pulls the covers up over us to let me sleep more. My vision fades out just as his hands wrap around my waist and he pulls me closer, and I couldn't think of anywhere else I would rather be.