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If you ask Mark numerous times on what he wants for Christmas, he’ll give you the same answer. A boyfriend. You can call him desperate but he won’t care.
Every day, he’d pray to God to give him what he wants. He tried being kind and helpful to strangers even though he lacks the confidence to actually start a decent conversation with them. He thought that if he does good things, he’ll be rewarded. But three months of being the Good Samaritan that he was, still no sign of him getting what he wants.
Sighing, Mark looks down on his lap while sitting on one of the swings in the playground near his house. It was snowing and Christmas will be in a few hours. You might be wondering what he was doing outside, alone, in such a cold weather.
He had lost hope. He knew he won’t be getting a boyfriend this year and dreaded at the possibility that it would be the same for the next year. He’s twenty eight and his relatives have such high expectations that he’d be settling down before he hits thirty. But even without them giving him pressure, Mark still wanted a boyfriend.
He wanted to know how it feels to have that special person beside you, supporting you and just loving you the way you are. It may not have been obvious with his poker face, Mark feels jealous of people who already have their special someone with them. He bets they’d be celebrating Christmas, the holidays or maybe every day, their love while he mopes about his pathetic and dull love life.
Mark wakes up with his alarm ringing on his bedside. He groaned and lazily reached for the offending device before shutting it off completely. The moment he sat up, the door bursts open making him jerk a little bit and glares at the unwelcomed visitor afterwards.
“Merry Christmas, Mark hyung!” Bambam, his younger cousin, greeted him cheerfully with a wide grin on his face and Mark wanted to wipe that away but find no energy to do so.
“Merry Christmas.” Mark murmured before he lied on his back, attempting to go back to his dream where he was having a nice Christmas dinner with his non-existent boyfriend. But Bambam chose that moment to jump on his bed, shaking it with his weight and waking up Mark rudely. “Stop it.”
“No! You have to get up and open your presents!” The younger continued to jump like a little kid even though he’s already a third year in college. “And your mom’s boss’ son is downstairs already. I don’t even know why he’s here.” That piqued Mark’s interest but still didn’t make a move to lift his body off of his bed so he let Bambam continue his rambling. “She said something about her boss leaving for a business meeting. Thought he was ugly when Auntie mentioned him but he was really, really handsome, it made my panties wet.”
Mark rolled his eyes as he sat up, glaring at his cousin who was grinning at him. “First of all, you don’t wear panties, you brat. Second, I don’t care if my mom’s boss’ son is downstairs. Third, I just want to sleep for the rest of the day so could you please leave me alone?” He grabbed his blanket and dragged it over his head, hoping to fall back to sleep once again.
“I’m having none of your attitude, Mark hyung. Your mom strictly told me to get you prepared for breakfast because we have a guest.” Bambam shook his head as he forcefully yanked the blanket away from Mark’s body and throwing it somewhere across the room. Mark was so adamant to stay on bed but Bambam manages to drag his body to the bathroom and before Mark knew it, he was already drenched.
Bambam didn’t even take off his clothes before he dumped Mark in the bath tub. Bastard.
To say that his mom’s boss’ son is handsome would be an understatement.
Mark thought Bambam was joking but when he caught sight of a blonde hair combed elegantly backwards, eyes so sharp and stares deeply right through his soul, edgy nose and a pair of strawberry-colored lips moist with saliva, he almost tripped down the stairs and embarrassed himself in front of a God, literally.
“Oh, Mark, it’s good to see you awake. Merry Christmas.” His mom walked up to him and kisses the side of his head and all the while, Mark’s eyes remained on their visitor who was leisurely sitting on their couch, right leg resting over the left with a newspaper on his left hand and a cup of tea on his right. When his mom mentioned his name, the handsome blonde lifted his eyes from the newspaper before meeting Mark’s orbs.
It felt like Mark was electrocuted with just a simple stare. He couldn’t help but shiver and was glad that his mother didn’t notice. “Yeah, Merry Christmas, Mom. Who’s he?”
“Come on, I’ll introduce you two.” She dragged him towards the living room while Mark watches as their visitor settled both the newspaper and the cup on top of the table before standing up. Surprisingly, their height were just the same but the other has a broader built than his which made him dart his tongue out and wet his bottom lip at the dirty thoughts which coincidentally involves muscled biceps and hard body. “Mark, this is Jackson Wang, my boss’ son. He’ll be staying here with us today until tomorrow. Jackson, meet my son, Mark.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Mark.” He gulped at the baritone voice. Mark is such a sucker for deep voices and this one definitely made his knees go weak.
“Nice to meet you too, Jackson.” He took hold of the offered hand and shook them together. The other has a firm grip on his hand and Mark loved the feeling of being secured as if he was wrapped around the arms of the other.
“Okay, boys, I’ll leave you two alone as I still need to prepare breakfast.”
Before Mark could even protest, she already disappeared. Damn. When he turned around to face Jackson, the latter was obviously staring at him - his eyes, his nose until it settled on his lips. Mark couldn’t stop himself from nibbling his bottom lip at the intensity of the atmosphere around them. It was somewhat sexual and yet so unbelievable at the same time because they just met a few seconds ago. His heart thumped painfully hard against his chest when Jackson’s eyes lifted and fell on his own.
He didn’t know what really happened because when he opened his eyes - he hadn’t even realize that he had closed them - his body was situated on Jackson’s lap, his arms tightly wounded around Jackson’s neck and lips dancing fiercely against Jackson’s lips.
All Mark could think about was Jackson, Jackson, Jackson.
Love at first sight? Mark didn’t know.
Lust at first sight? Probably.
Jackson had just started unbuttoning his shirt before they were interrupted by a loud clearing of the throat. Mark jumped and almost fell. Thankfully, Jackson manages to catch him with his fast reflexes, pulling Mark’s body closer to his heated one. Mark blushes hard as he looked away and widened his eyes when he saw his father standing by the entrance to the living room. Mark immediately stood up and excused himself, locking himself up in his bedroom.
After that incident, Mark would always catch Jackson’s gaze on him and he would look away before his strong desire towards the other gets out of control. So, throughout the rest of the day, he made sure that he wouldn’t cross path with Jackson. He didn’t want to give in with his lust because Mark isn’t looking for a quick fuck. He always wanted a relationship that would last, maybe, forever.
However, with the measurement of their house, it deemed impossible to hide from Jackson because when the night went deeper, Mark found himself pinned against the wall of his bedroom, his lips ferociously attacked by Jackson. Mark tried resisting but he couldn’t push the other off of him, so he thought fuck it and responded to the kiss with the same fervor.
“Stop running away from me.” Jackson breathed on his open mouth, lustful eyes meeting Mark’s. Jackson must have thought that he wouldn’t give him any reply because the former dived down and bit on his neck, ripping a moan out of Mark’s mouth.
“Jack- Jackson!” Mark panted, his nails digging on Jackson’s shoulder. “I won’t- ugh. I won’t run away. So, so please- ah!”
“Fuck.” Jackson pulled away before claiming Mark’s lips once more into a passionate kiss. He sucked, bit and nibbled on Mark’s already swollen lips. Mark moaned louder when Jackson’s hands traveled from his sides down to his ass, cupping both cheeks and squeezing them tightly. “Shh. Keep quiet, baby.”
Mark’s reply was muffled with the kiss and his arms tightened around Jackson’s neck when the latter hoisted him up, wrapping both of his legs around Jackson’s waist. Mark had to bend down slightly with the new height difference, whimpering when he felt hands prodding his behind, fingers digging onto the fabric where the crack of his ass is. The thin material of his pajama pants only made it easier for Jackson to locate his hole as he scratches his finger against it.
When Jackson took a step backward, Mark had to cling harder as there wasn’t anything to support him aside from Jackson’s arms under his ass. He was surprised when Jackson easily navigated around his room with eyes closed whilst kissing Mark with hunger, it’s as if he knew where to go and memorized Mark’s bedroom by heart when in fact, it was the first time he had been there. They made it safely to the bed with their lips still intact like magnets.
And the night went incredibly slow for them as they got lost in their desires for each other.
Waking up the next day was, by far, the best morning for Mark.
He woke up wrapped around in some kind of warmth that weren’t there for the past twenty eight years of his existence and when he realizes where it was coming from, events of yesterday night made him smile goofily as he snuggled closer at the flushed body beside him. He buried his nose on the other’s neck, sniffing on Jackson’s unique scent of perfume and sweat. He winces when a dull ache spread on his back side until he felt a warm hand rubbing the small of his back.
“You okay?” Jackson worriedly asked, kissing the top of Mark’s head as he continues to rub the pain away from Mark’s back. “Does it hurt? Was I too rough on you yesterday?”
Jackson’s voice was laced with concern and Mark had to kiss Jackson’s chest for being so caring. It didn’t fail to make his heart flutter and the butterflies in his stomach to swim pleasantly. “Just a little sore, but I’m okay.”
“Are you sure?” The other asked once more as he nuzzles on Mark’s hair and Mark could only nod as he found it hard to even speak because all he wanted was to cuddle with Jackson all day. “Alright, if you say so. Are you hungry? Want to grab breakfast downstairs?”
“Don’t wanna.” Mark whined causing Jackson to laugh at his childishness.
“Okay, baby. But I’ll go grab something to eat. Don’t want to make you hungry.” Jackson said as he pulled away from Mark but the latter made grabby gestures with his hand similar to a little kid who doesn’t want to be left behind. Jackson grabbed both of Mark’s hands and kisses his knuckles tenderly. “I’ll be right back. Just rest here, baby.”
Although he didn’t want to, Mark eventually let Jackson go because he, too, was feeling hungry. What happened last night has drained all of his energy. He even fainted two times because of extreme ecstasy and Jackson had to wake him up because the latter obviously wasn’t finished yet. So, they continued their affair until the crack of dawn. Mark looked at his digital clock and saw that it was seven in the morning. Surprisingly, they had just slept for two hours and yet he felt like he was sleeping for ages.
Jackson didn’t take long as he emerged from the door while holding a bowl of fresh strawberries. He settled down on to the bed, back resting on the headboard while Mark moved lazily, wincing every now and then, and laid his head on Jackson’s lap. Smiling, Mark opened his mouth at the offered strawberry and hummed in delight at the sweetness of the fruit, chewing it slow so he could appreciate its flavor.
“Thank you.” Mark said and Jackson smiled, bending down to put an affectionate kiss on his forehead. When Jackson pulled away, Mark’s expression went from happy to anticipation, his eyes twinkling with hope. He swallowed hard before muttering the question he always wanted to ask, “What are we?”
Instead of being pushed away like what Mark was expecting, Jackson smiled softly down at him. “What do you want us to be?”
“I don’t know.” Mark didn’t want to push Jackson. He didn’t want to be selfish. He didn’t want to go up and tell Jackson that he wanted them to be more than friends, to be more than just fuck buddies. He wanted the two of them to enter into a relationship, a love relationship even though they’ve just met yesterday, even though things happened too fast between the two of them.
Jackson was his first and Mark didn’t want to waste his virginity to an asshole, but he knew a lot has changed especially when he gave his v-card to Jackson. It would really suck if Jackson didn’t want to enter into a relationship with him but he wouldn’t regret giving to Jackson his virginity either.
He didn’t even notice that he was crying already until Jackson smooth a thumb down his cheek, wiping the tears away. With such a gentle touch, Mark couldn’t stop the whimper from escaping, tears uncontrollably rolling down the apple of his cheeks. It was the first time in a long while that he was crying like a child. He suddenly felt so stupid for not being to control his emotions.
“I’ll let you think about it.” Jackson softly offered before he gently nudges Mark’s head and lifted himself off the bed.
Mark wanted to reach for him but something was pulling him back so the only thing he could do is to watch silently as Jackson collected his own clothes from the floor and leave his bed room for good. When the door closes, Mark’s tears were released from its confines.