Jason and You Makes Two

A/N: Wow! Time flies when you're having an emotional crisis, huh Mark? *Mark looks down at his crotch anxiously and gives evil Pester a dirty look* Well, seems like Mark doesn't want to talk to me right now. Maybe it has something to do w/ the way this chapter ends? mouahahahahahahaha! Poor sexually frustrated Mark! Either way, the show must go on! *Mark gives disgusted snort and turns away from Pester, grumbling* Don't worry Mark! Next time sweetie! Next time!

Thanx to everyone who reviewed last time! Hugs from Simon go to: Anise, Myranda Lynn, Nyanrose, Khayman, Nekoii-Desu, ASOTA, Cherry Coquette, Allison Moon, Lilmissgg, Lisa, and Kat.

Big shout out to Lisa for proofing this one!

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Chapter 18

“Please, Jane. Just call him one more time and see if you can figure out what’s going on with him,” Mark murmured in a shaky voice as he held onto the phone like his life depended on it. A few seconds later, Mark ran a frustrated hand through his fiery hair and let out a pitiful groan. “I know that, but there has to be something else going on. Jason would never…” A long pause. “I know you’ve already tried, Jane, but…He won’t answer my calls.”

As Mark’s tears started up again, Simon reached over to give him a reassuring hug before letting out a sigh and quietly leaving the room to give Mark some privacy. When he’d arrived at Mark’s apartment earlier, the poor guy’d been a mess. For a while, Chandra and Kevin had hung around trying to help settle Mark down, but Simon had finally run them off. Then he’d curled up with a devastated Mark on the small mattress where the guy slept on the floor. Simon wasn’t sure how long Mark clung to him while he tried to get control of himself. He’d eventually cried himself to sleep in Simon’s arms, and even then he’d whimpered occasionally in his sleep.

Knowing he’d caused Mark’s pain broke Simon’s heart. He’d known that Mark still loved Jason, but he’d never expected such a strong reaction after close to three months of separation. Mark had seemed better after his nap but, even after they’d gone to Simon’s house to eat dinner and hang out, Mark had seemed dazed and out of it. It was like he was blindly going through the motions. The redhead had called his ex’s mother twice already to see if she could shed any light on Jason’s sudden change of heart, but the woman didn’t seem to know what was going on any more than Mark did. Simon had been tempted to tell the man he loved the truth several times, but some sick sense of self-preservation always held him back.

With a shake of his head at his own selfishness, Simon made his way back into the kitchen to clean up the mess they’d made earlier while throwing together their late dinner. As he was running the hot water for dishes, it occurred to him that, more than anything, he just wanted to go hold Mark and assure the man that everything would be okay - that he’d be better off in the long run because of Jason’s surprisingly selfless actions.

That was another thing that Simon couldn’t seem to grasp. What the hell had happened to make Jason suddenly change his mind? Did the man have a hidden motive or had he simply decided that Simon was right? Either way, Simon wanted to wrap Mark in his arms and not let go until the gorgeous redhead forgot that Jason had ever existed. Still, he wasn’t sure Mark would welcome that from him yet, especially with the way Mark had been acting since he woke up from his nap earlier. It wasn’t that Mark had been cold to Simon exactly…Distant was a better word.

“Hey Simon,” Mark murmured from the doorway, a sad smile on his pale face as he studied Simon with bloodshot eyes. Simon had been so wrapped up in his own thoughts he hadn’t even heard Mark’s approach.

“You okay?” Simon asked, although he knew it was a stupid question. Mark’s green eyes were puffy from crying and his nose was red. Even like that he was gorgeous. “You know you can talk to me about it, right? I’ll be happy to let you vent.” While Mark seemed to be thinking that over, Simon was silently begging, ‘Oh God, please don’t.’ He wasn’t sure how much more he could take before he broke and spilled the truth. No matter what, he couldn’t let that happen. Mark had already lost one of the men he loved tonight. Losing faith in another who claimed to love him would be like a mortal blow.

“I think I’ll live,” was Mark’s less than enthusiastic reply as he made his way over to Simon’s side and began rinsing the dishes. “I’ll never understand why you don’t just use the dishwasher.”

“It doesn’t get them as clean as hand washing them,” Simon murmured with a blush. His mom had always insisted on it, and it’d rubbed off on him over time.

Mark gave him a half-assed grin before turning his attention back to the task at hand. They stood there, side by side, working silently for several minutes. Then Mark let out a cleansing breath and said, “My mom used to tell me the same thing growing up. I always thought it was kind of nuts to go to the extra trouble when it’s so much easier to just load the machine and let it do the work. I think I get it now. It’s almost therapeutic to have a mindless task to do.”

“What did Jane have to say?” Simon finally built up the nerve to ask. When Mark had first insisted on calling the woman, Simon had damn near had a heart attack. Even though he’d known that Mark was close to Jason’s mom, it hadn’t even occurred to him that Mark could just call and ask her what was going on. Why Jason had decided to keep their ‘meeting’ to himself was beyond Simon, but he hoped that it stayed that way for as long as possible.

As soon as the question fell from Simon’s lips, Mark stilled and looked down at the dish in his hands. Simon thought he might start crying again, but this time Mark held it together. After a moment, the redhead shrugged as a humorless smile spread across his face. “She said he’d just decided that things weren’t going to work out - that I should move on with my life and find someone else.”

“And how do you feel about that now that it’s starting to sink in?” Simon replied, trying desperately to hide the fact that his heart was now racing in his chest. What if Mark refused to accept his ex’s decision and decided to confront Jason? Simon was just now beginning to realize the potential consequences of his own actions. Even if Mark never found out why Jason had dumped him, Simon would have to live with the guilt of what he’d done. Along with that realization, though, came the realization that it would be worth it.

“What choice do I have?” Mark murmured as he shook himself out of his stupor and began rinsing the dishes again. “I mean, Jason and I had a good thing at one time, but the past year or so has been…I was the one who left him in the beginning, so if that’s what he really wants then I don’t have any right to complain. It was just such a shock to realize that it was over, I guess. The finality of hearing we were through was…” Mark’s voice broke again and he let out a hollow little laugh. “I sound like an idiot.”

Simon immediately swiped his wet hands down the sides of his pants before reaching to pull Mark into his arms. “No, you don’t,” Simon whispered against Mark’s temple. “You love him. You spent five years with him and it didn’t work out. You’ll probably always love him, but you know he did the right thing. You’ve being thinking the same thing for a while; even if you don’t want to admit it to yourself right now. It’s time for you both to move on.”

Rather than reply, Mark let out a shuddering breath as he slid his arms around Simon’s waist and burrowed his face into Simon’s neck. They stood there silently for a while, no other sound in the room besides the dishes settling in the drainer and the clock ticking on the wall nearby. All too soon, Mark pulled away. “You’re right, Simon. Thanks. You’re a good friend. I’m not sure how I’d have survived today without you.”

Simon’s breath felt like it’d been choked from his body by those words and he gave Mark a weak smile before turning back to the sink to finish cleaning up. What the hell was he supposed to say to that? He didn’t know which hurt worse; the guilt he felt over causing Mark’s heartache and the trust the man had placed in him afterward or the fact that Mark saw him as a good friend instead of a potential lover. Simon mentally scolded himself for that thought. After all, he hadn’t gone to warn Jason off just so that he could have Mark for himself. He’d done it for Mark’s sake; because he knew Jason was bad for Mark.

If Mark never accepted him as a lover, Simon would deal with it. He’d known even before he confronted Jason that, even if Mark decided to take things to the next level between them, Mark would need time to heal after his breakup with Jason became final. Either way, Simon loved Mark with all his heart and he’d be there for the man, regardless. That’s just how he was. Simon was nothing if not a loyal friend and lover, and once he gave someone a piece of his heart, it wasn’t something he took back easily.

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“Okay, so a blonde calls the fire department and says, ‘Help! My house is on fire! Send someone quick!’ and the dispatcher says, ‘We will, sir, but first we need some information. Please calm down so I can ask you a few questions.’ Then the blonde gets hysterical, screaming at the dispatcher to hurry because everything he owns is about to go up in flames. Again the dispatcher asks the blonde to calm down, but the blonde just keeps screaming into the phone. Finally the dispatcher loses his temper and yells, ‘Sir! I can’t help you if you won’t listen. We need to know how to get there!’ And the blonde yells back, ‘Well, duh! Big red truck!’”

Simon snorted into his beer while a pained moan escaped Tim’s chest. “Oh, man,” Tim groaned as he took a deep swig from his bottle. “That has to be the worst blonde joke I’ve ever heard, Mark. You really suck at this. You sure you don’t have some blonde roots under all that red hair?”

With a roll of his green eyes, Mark grinned over at Tim. “Let’s hear one of yours then, big man. That is, if you can do any better?”

“Fine!” Tim shot back as he rose to the challenge. “A woman walks into a pharmacy and asks the pharmacist if he has any cyanide, and the pharmacist turns white as a sheet and says, ‘Don’t you know that stuff will kill you, lady?’ and the woman says, ‘Oh! Don’t worry. It’s not for me, it’s for my husband.’ That freaks the poor pharmacist out and he immediately tells her, ‘Well, if you want to leave your husband then you should just divorce him. There’s no reason to resort to murder.’ The woman just smiles and reaches into her purse. ‘Well, you see, he’s been cheating on me,’ she says as she hands a photo to the guy. The pharmacist reluctantly takes the photo from her hand and immediately notices that his wife is in the picture with a strange man, and the two are going at it like rabbits in heat. Then the man quickly hands the picture back to the woman and smiles. ‘Oh, I see now,’ he says. ‘You should have just told me you had a prescription.’”

Mark’s mouth fell open in shock while Tim grinned over at him like the cat that ate the mouse. When Mark finally managed to speak, he sputtered for a second. “Oh, man! That’s just wrong!” Mark crowed while Simon tried to hide a chuckle at the weird expression on Mark’s face. Mark had been in a great mood all night and Simon couldn’t have been happier about that. Hell, Mark had been in a better mood the last few times they’d seen each other.

The past few weeks had been kind of a mess. Mark still wasn’t completely over Jason, something Simon was beginning to believe might never happen. Mark still got quiet and drifted off at odd moments. There were several times during those first few weeks when Simon had wished he could go back and undo the damage he’d done to Mark’s doomed relationship. Once or twice he’d even considered going to talk to Jason and begging the man to reconsider. Well, that and to admit that he might’ve been wrong. Then Mark would come out of it, or Simon would catch Mark watching him with a strange, questioning look in those cat-like eyes that would send a shiver of desire racing down his spine.

He always pretended not to notice, because he knew without making a move that it was way too soon. Mark would need more time to get over Jason’s rejection. Still, those looks had been happening more and more often until Mark had started school about three weeks ago. Then things had taken a dramatic swing in the opposite direction. Because of the time Mark spent on his work and studies, they’d gone from living in each other’s pockets to only seeing one another a couple of evenings per week. It went without saying that to finally have a little down time with the man he loved, and to be able to hang out in the basement with Tim, felt really good.

“How about another game of pool?” Simon asked as he shook his head at the smug look on Tim’s face.

“Sounds good to me,” Mark called over his shoulder before reaching into the refrigerator to grab a new beer.

“I’ll play the winner,” Tim said, putting in his two cents while he snuck a look at the way Mark’s jeans were molded against his ass as he bent over.

Simon caught Tim’s eyes and gave him a knowing grin as he walked over to the table to grab his favorite pool cue. “Did you hear that Mark?” he asked as Mark ended his torture by finally straightening up and turning to face him before pushing the refrigerator door shut with his foot.

“What’s that?” Mark shot back, twisting the cap from his bottle as he walked over to Simon. Just watching the way the man moved was pure agony. Mark was a sensual being by nature and it showed in his every step, in the way he brushed his hair from his cheek, or the way he cocked his hip as he came to a stop in front of Simon.

A sly grin twisted Mark’s lips, like he could read Simon’s mind and found his thoughts amusing. Simon laughed as he shook his head to clear it. “I said that Tim’s going to play me after we’re finished.”

“Says who?” Mark argued, a teasing gleam dancing in his eyes as he started to catch on to Simon’s game. “From what I heard, Tim’s supposed to play the winner.” Tim let out a snicker as he watched the two stare each other down. Mark was smirking and Simon’s chest was puffed out like a prized rooster.

“Says me. You know I always win,” Simon replied, a purposely smug look on his face.

Mark smacked him on the shoulder before setting his beer down on the floor nearby and grabbing his stick. “Yeah, we’ll see about that. You’ve had a few more than I have, old man, and I’ve seen how you play.” Turning to Tim, he added, “You’d think a guy who owned his own table would at least be able to make a straight-in shot!”

“Oh! That’s cold, Mark!” Tim shouted before giggling and taking another swig of beer. “You going to take that, Simon? He’s dissing you in your own house, man!”

Simon just laughed and shook his head. The two had been ganging up on him since Mark and Tim had met. Tim’s desertion wasn’t a huge shock. “That’s kinda harsh, especially coming from you, Mark. Let’s make a bet. If I win, you have to cook my dinner for an entire week.”

Mark snorted at that as he looked over at Tim and rolled his eyes dramatically. Tim made a jerking-off motion with his free hand and Mark immediately giggled as he looked back at Simon with laughing eyes. “Sounds like a safe bet to me. What’ll I get if I win?”

“Hmmm…” Simon was tempted to offer a kiss, but he wasn’t sure how that would go over, especially since they hadn’t been around each other as much as they had been before. “I’ll leave it up to you. One thing. Whatever you want.”

“Brave man,” Tim chimed in with a whistle as he sauntered over to lean a hip against the pool table. “I’d ask for the Lexus, Mark. You’d be a fool to pass this one up.” While Tim let out a few more giggles at Simon’s expense, Mark eyed Simon with a strange expression on his face. Then he shrugged before walking around the table to rack the balls.

“Fine,” Mark said as he bent over the table further than was probably necessary and arranged the balls inside the triangle. “No backing out later, though, Bob the Builder. I’ve been eyeing that car for a while now.”

Simon ripped his eyes from Mark’s tight ass and looked over at Tim with a grin. He knew that Mark was just messing with him, at least Simon hoped he was, but he wasn’t sure what the hell that look had been about earlier. When Simon looked back over at Mark, the guy was leaned even further over the table like he was trying to tease, and he had Simon’s cock waking up to wave hello.

“I’m not too worried about it, Pippi Longstocking,” Simon shot back as he fished the cue ball from the corner pocket and prepared to break.

“Up yours, Simon!” Mark grumbled at the new nickname as he took the chalk and began chalking up the tip of his cue with enthusiasm. Seeing the way Mark’s hand circled the tip made Simon’s balls draw up in his jeans. Once he was done, Mark picked up the stick and gripped it, sliding his closed hand up and down its length with a naughty grin. All Simon could do was stare while Mark tried not to laugh at the way Tim was choking on his drink. With one last amused glance in Tim’s direction, Mark finally released his grip on the stick and shrugged as he added, “Besides, we both know you couldn’t beat me, even if I had both hands tied behind my back.”

Trying for the life of him to ignore the images that comment brought to mind, Simon grinned. “We both know you’re all talk, Mark. Better get out that recipe book and start brushing up. I’ve got a feeling I’m gonna be eating like a king this week.”

“Last I checked, I knew how to back that talk up,” Mark replied as he let his eyes stray down to the front of Simon’s jeans. That wet, pink tongue snaked out to dampen Mark’s lips and Simon had to turn his back to reposition himself.

Several minutes of watching Mark stretch across the pool table - and more than one ego-bruising joke from Tim - later, Simon let out a manly grunt of disgust as he watched Mark sink the eight ball in the side pocket. “Lucky shot,” he grumbled while Tim chucked it up at his expense before taking a last swig of his beer and tossing the empty bottle into the trash. “Best two out of three.”

“Lucky shot, my ass,” Tim countered with a shit-eating grin. “Mark called that combo, so there’s no way you can pass it off as a slop shot.”

“Hell! That shot was so sloppy there was a damn pig hanging off of it!” Simon shot back before gesturing with disgust at the table covered with his balls just as Mark let out a giggle and handed his stick to Tim.

“You’re both full of it,” the redhead observed as he made his way over to retrieve his beer before taking a seat and stretching his lean body out like an invitation. “Either way, I’m sitting out this game. I need to think of something really terrible for our bet while Tim kicks your butt. Maybe I’ll make you put on a dress and drop in at the main office of Wyatt’s Construction.”

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Simon just rolled his eyes and grumbled as he walked around the table to rack the balls. It took everything in Mark to keep his eyes off the big bulge in the front of Simon’s pants. The poor guy was trying to hide it, but wasn’t having much luck. Mark knew the feeling. It’d been over a month and half since Jason had dumped him out of the blue. It’d been even longer than that since Mark and Simon had made love. Sure, he’d been torn to pieces over Jason’s decision, but once he’d had a few days to think things through, he’d also realized that Jason had saved him a lot of heartache in the long run.

The hard, cold truth was that Mark still loved both men. He knew that he always would. When Jason had agreed to get help, Mark had definitely gotten his hopes up that things might work out. Maybe that’s what had made the sudden and unexpected permanent break up so hard to handle at first. If things had worked out the other way, and he and Jason had worked things out, it would have hurt just as bad to give up Simon. That’s why none of what had happened with Jason had changed how he felt about Simon. If anything, he loved Simon even more now than he had before. The man had been there for him like no one in Mark’s life ever had. Not even Jason.

He’d held Mark while he cried; he’d seen Mark’s best and worst sides and had still come back for more. The man just seemed to know instinctively how to handle Mark…how to make him feel better. It was hard to explain, but Simon seemed to know what Mark needed most at any given moment. Well, with the exception of one very important thing…Mark knew that Simon would do anything for him and that Simon loved him. What confused Mark was that Simon hadn’t made a single move towards starting a relationship. It was like the other man had suddenly backed off and was sticking to the ‘good friends’ routine again.

Mark kind of understood. After all, he’d been in pretty bad shape at first. Who wouldn’t be? Then there had been all of the moping, followed by the paperwork and orientations and his increased hours at Wyatt Construction. Between all of the rushing around and getting ready to start college, Mark’s free time had nearly dried up. He’d dragged Simon to bookstores all over the city looking for the books and supplies he needed, trying to save as much money as he could so that he wouldn’t have to pay more than the allowance he’d been given. Add to that, once school had started, Mark had been smacked in the face with homework and it’d taken him longer than he’d expected to get back into the swing of things because his study skills had gotten rusty.

What it boiled down to, though, was that Mark missed Simon. He wanted to move on with his life, to have a relationship with the man. Most people would probably say that it was too soon - that Mark was just on the rebound - but that wasn’t true at all. If anything, the opposite was true.

Mark hadn’t wanted to fall in love with Simon at all. It’d nearly torn him apart when he’d realized that he had. While it was true that the break up had officially only been a few weeks ago, Mark and Jason had been out of touch for three months before that and Mark had been thinking of a life without Jason for close to a year before he’d even met Simon. Why couldn’t Simon understand that? What was the man waiting for?

With a sigh of frustration, Mark took a swig from his bottle and looked over at Simon. The guy was ribbing poor Tim again about the way he held his pool stick. He had to admit that Simon had a point. Tim would never get any better if he didn’t learn to hold the pool cue steady while he shot. Mark shook his head and grinned before leaning back in his chair. Then he let his eyes run over Simon’s strong body while the man was distracted.

Living with Chandra and Kevin and hearing them going at it like rabid weasels every night was hard on the libido and, the more he adjusted to the idea of a life without Jason, the more he found himself thinking about that night with Simon. The two of them had been amazing together. Mark knew he wanted to do it again – and often - but there was also the issue of Simon’s sudden lack of interest in all things sexual.

Was the guy sitting back and waiting for Mark to make the first move? Did he think Mark wasn’t ready yet? Had he lost interest now? No, Mark was pretty sure that wasn’t the case. He’d caught Simon giving him more than one hungry look lately. That’s part of why Mark was pushing Simon tonight. He’d done everything he knew to do to flaunt himself to the sexy man. It was a little embarrassing, but it’d be worth it if it threw Simon off guard.

In the past week, Mark really hadn’t been as busy as he’d led Simon to believe. It was just that being so close to Simon was giving him a severe case of the blue balls. Of course, it wasn’t like spending more time with Chandra and Kevin had helped that…Still, he’d been hot for Simon before they’d had sex. It was so much worse now that he knew what he was missing. When Simon had continued to hold back, Mark had known that he needed to put some distance between them for a while. With everything else going on, he just couldn’t afford the distraction. Now that he was settled in and caught up, Mark was tired of the way they were dancing around each other.

Another sigh escaped Mark’s lips and out of nowhere, Tim poked him in the shoulder. “Trying to blow someone’s house down, Pippi? What’s all the huffing and puffing about?” Mark immediately gave the guy a dirty look and Tim held up his hands defensively and laughed. “What? I’m just saying. You’re starting to sound like the kids in my class when I give them homework.”

“You’re being annoying, Tim,” Mark teased as he made a shooing gesture at the guy. “Go…lose at pool or something, and let me drink my beer in peace.”

“Gotta respect a man who knows how to treat his beer,” Tim grumbled with a roll of his dark eyes. “Actually, I just finished destroying Simon without mercy and thought I’d head home.”

Mark rolled his eyes at that. He knew for a fact that the only way Tim had beaten Simon at pool is if Simon let him. Despite their ribbing, Simon beat Mark as often as not.

“You good to drive?” Simon asked as he walked up behind Tim. “You know you’re always welcome to stay in the guest room.

“Nah, I’ll call a cab,” Tim said with a dismissive wave and a contemplative look from Mark to Simon. “Besides, you only have one extra bed and I’m sure Mark’ll need a place to sleep. He’s had quite a few more than I have.”

“Please,” Mark shot back sarcastically. “I’ve had three.” Just to drive his point home, Mark held up four fingers and Tim immediately started giggling again. “See, you’ve just proven my point, man. You passed me up a long time ago.”

“One of you could always sleep with me, or there’s the couch,” Simon suggested out of the blue, and Mark’s heart immediately started racing in his chest while his cock perked up with excitement. Mark’s eye shot straight to Simon’s face hoping for a clue that Simon was hinting for more, but Simon was looking at Tim and didn’t seem to notice. That, or Simon was avoiding making eye contact for whatever reason.

“You take the bed, Tim. I’ll sleep with Simon,” Mark offered quickly before Tim got any ideas about hopping in the sack with his man.

“Yeah, I bet you will,” Tim said with a big grin on his face and a satisfied twinkle in his eyes. Then he winked at Simon before heading for the basement stairs. “You guys be good tonight. And if you can’t be good, then be good at it,” he tossed over his shoulder as he disappeared upstairs. It suddenly occurred to Mark that maybe the guy’d been plotting on them both.

Simon immediately held up his hands in a placating gesture. “Just look over Tim, okay? He didn’t mean anything by that.”

Mark shrugged, fighting back the exasperated sigh that begged to escape over Simon’s reaction. “It’s not like we haven’t slept together before, or did you forget already?”

As soon as those words were out, Simon’s eyes dilated with desire and his eyes dropped to Mark’s lips. “No, I didn’t forget,” he whispered in a husky tone before licking his own lips and then catching himself and forcing his eyes back up to meet Mark’s gaze.

Mark’s already aching cock twitched at the sight of Simon’s pink tongue as he downed the remainder of his drink with one long swallow. Then he slowly rose from his seat with a big stretch meant to draw Simon’s attention to the erection in his jeans. “Lead the way, Simon. I’ve had it for one night. It’s been a long, hard week.”

Simon tore his eyes away from the front of Mark’s pants before blushing and leading Mark towards the stairs. “Oh. Yeah. I mean…Sorry to drag you out here tonight. I know you’ve been busy lately.”

“A guy’s gotta play, too, right?” Mark asked, loving the way Simon’s steps faltered at those words.

“True,” Simon said over his shoulder with a strained smile just as they emerged into the kitchen. “Why don’t you head on up and get settled while I put away the snacks we had left over.”

“Okay,” Mark chirped as he made his escape. They usually chipped in on that kinda thing, so if Simon was going to offer Mark an easy out, then Mark would gladly take it. “You mind if I hop in the shower?” he asked, pausing at the door for a second.

“No problem, but Tim’s probably using the one in the hall. He always takes a quick shower before bedtime when he stays over, so you’ll have to use the one in my bedroom.”

Mark raised an eyebrow at that but didn’t comment. He’d known that Tim stayed over now and then and had no reason whatsoever to suspect that anything was going on between the two. Still, he hadn’t realized Tim was so comfortable at Simon’s house. The guy’d only been over twice the entire time Mark had been hanging out there. Then again, Tim had stayed there for a while when he’d first left his ex. That explained a lot.

Rather than push the issue, Mark just nodded. “Sure thing, Simon. See you in a little while.”

Before Simon could reply, Mark was on his way upstairs. If Simon wanted to play hard to get, that was fine with Mark. He knew exactly how to break the guy down. He’d done it once, and he wouldn’t hesitate to do it again. Either way, before the night was over, Mark was determined to become Simon’s lover. Only this time it would be for real and not some pathetic, last ditch effort to be with the man before he had to commit himself to working things out with Jason. Jason was gone now, and it still hurt to think about it, but Mark wasn’t going to let that stand between him and the happiness he knew he could have with Simon. There wasn’t any reason to hold back anymore.

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