[M] Leather And Gold 1/3 - Ma (1/1)

"If I can share my silence, it´s probably love."AN: Two-part fic of Mark the bad boy and Jackson the bored gasoline station worker, lots of smut, people telling each other to kill themselves (which is probably problematic as hell but) and trying too hard to sound poetic let´s gooooooooooo-Loud bustling, deep laughter and thumping noises of heels hitting the floor; their footsteps felt like a warning, an ominous threat; powerful, noisy and extremely uncomforting. Six p.m on a Friday. It was six p.m on a Friday, on a landscape of dry, dessert-like grounds and no civilization near unless you drove for a good fourty-five minutes; it was a misty day, really, the gas station lights barely flickering, struggling to keep awake just like himself; the boys stepped on the few and only flowers on a small bed right outside of the station - stepped inside like they owned the place.Jackson Wang decided it was the first time working there in which he felt physically uncomfortable; on his toes, ready to jump. He snapped down from balancing on his rusty chair, feet firmly on the floor.“Hey!” One of the boys shouted. “Have any beer up here?”Tall, really tall;  legs for days and a tone of voice that didn´t match his face - Jackson snapped down from rocking on his chair for a second time and took a good eyeful of the quartette; leather wearing, mean-faced, cigarette-smoking boys.Hopelessly drunk, too, Jackson quickly realized.“So?” The tall boy demanded.Jackson took measure and thought about what to say; more worried about what they´d do to him if he didn´t answer than what would happen if they crashed and died from the drunk driving they were obviously doing.“Speak to me normally, please, I´m not your dog.” Jackson said, slowly. “And there is beer in the refrigerator in the back; Coronas and Heineken.”Two of the four went to the back, loud and rowdy, laughing - Jackson assumed it was him they were laughing at - while the other two stayed in front looking at the different, overpriced but underwhelmingly tasteless bags of chips. Jackson should´ve mentioned they were way past their expiration date, too.“Yugyeom, you piece of shit, did you take my last cigarette?” the boy from before shouted after tapping his pockets vigurously. “You have asthma you lousy son of a bitch, do you want to fuckin´ die?” Who Jackson assumed was Yugyeom, one of the boys in front of the registers, simply flipped him off and clicked his tongue.“Go kill yourself, it was Mark, not me.” Jackson guessed Mark was the other person at the register, whos face he couldn´t identify as he was sitting with his ass on the counter and his legs dangling off the edge, posture looking smug and just as full of himself like the rest of them; Jackson noticed his nails were clean, however, and unlike the others, his boots were brand DocMartens.Expensive taste for a cheap boy, he thought.“It was me, Jinyoung, I´ll make it up to you.”Jinyoung finally smacked down four bottles of Corona beer by himself; shaking the glass of the counter and Jackson did not know what to say; he had seen a lot of folk in his time working at the gasoline station; from little boys drinking and smoking to prostitutes and tourists crying, but supermodels with a bad attitude was definitely a first.He was so impressed, in fact, that he didn´t realize the fourth boy made a quick run for it behind the hustle infront of the register - the gasoline station didn´t have any working cameras, these boys obviously planned this.“How exactly are you gonna pay back, boo?” Jinyoung said, face suspiciously close to Marks; Jackson could smell the scent of alcohol, could see the bounce in his step from lack of balance - whiskey, maybe?“Want coupons for unlimited blowjobs? fuck outta here Jinyoung.”Jackson scanned the items as fast as he could and hoped the trio would just leave; Mark was sitting on the counter, he should´ve said something about it - he didn´t. “Nine thirty.” He said.Mark turned around, first time having a proper look of his face, and Jackson was sure he felt it too; a moment of  surprise, taken back, a moment of spark, an indescribable moment of chemistry that he thought only existed in fiction books; he snapped down for the third time from balancing on his chair, scanner in his hand, this time in case he was going to fall back, snap his neck and kill himself.“How old are you?” Mark asked after what felt like an eternity and a half, eyes dropping immediately to his lips.“That´s…” Jackson tried, he tried so hard, licked his lips, self-conscious. “…none of your business.”“Live around here?”Mark didn´t get or even honestly expected an answer from the other - His voice felt like it echoed from the walls rather than coming from an actual human being on the same planet he was on; if his voice had a colour, it would definitely be  purple, Jackson decided.“Here, keep the change.”The change was the price of the beer itself; before Jackson could say anything, do anything, think normally, catch his breath, the quartette was already outside, but he didn´t miss Jinyoung smacking Marks head, hard.“BamBam just stole the fuckin´ booze and you pay them? what the fuck, Mark?” Jackson, despite getting shouted at by a group of fashionable drunks, robbed, and shouted at some more, couldn´t bring himself to care, shit, he was paid too little to actually do something about it, he decided, replaying the short scene with Mark for the rest of the night, honestly, he hated himself for it.-“So what you´re saying is,” Jaebum always had a way of making other sounds stupid. Jackson did not know why he still told him every single detail like he did. “that these guys literally stole alcohol, distracted you, shouted at you and you´re convinced you had ´a moment´ with one of them.”“Yes.” Jackson said, overwhelmed at how delirious his story sounded coming from someone else.“Jackson.” Jaebum put his hand over his psychology books. “You´re a fucking idiot.”Ouch.“I mean think about it logically, wasn´t he just distracting you and you fell for it? are you even gay?”“I´m not!” Jackson shouted. “I mean, you know I don´t care - but JB, he paid me the exact amount of what they stole. The exact amount.”“You sure? did you check it wasn´t monopoly bills instead? think he might want to be your sugardaddy?”Jackson sighed, reading his notes but not actually taking any information in - the guys seemed like bad news, they robbed and smoked and surely they drank and drove; but then again, half their insults came from concern over Yugyeom who had asthma, the other half about blowjobs.Jackson wondered if they were really that different; so after trying his hardest to read the words on the page and a few scribbles of dicks surrounding their annoying headache of a music theory teacher, he sighed.“Say, would you let me cheat off of you in our music class if I give you a blowjob?”“Oh please, when will choke?”-Jackson and Jaebum lived together, stuck together and worked together; their other list of “togethers” included studying together before Jaebum dropped out  of psychology and studied fine arts instead, going to the supermarket together chasing after cheap, student friendly 8-pack liquor deals to spend more money on getting high together and shamefully but ever-so-greatly, fucked a girl together. Once. Really.Jackson liked guys. Jaebum did not.Jackson liked girls, Jaebum definitely did too.Jackson wasn´t gay. Or necessarily identified as bisexual.There was never a big “coming out” stage in his life, never did Jackson feel uncomfortable with who he was, what gender he wanted to stick his dick in or what gender he wanted to marry and happily die for.He told his mother in primary school, apparently, that he loved a French boy he met on fencing camp over the Summer - didn´t mention it until Jackson brought his boyfriend home six years later, sixteen years old; she cried a lot.And so did Jackson when said boyfriend ditched him, picked him up and broke him down on Valentines day, leaving him to look dumb, stupid and utterly made fun of in the loud streets of the romantic New York City.Jackson was convinced the boy was staring down on him, perhaps from a very tall building with binoculars and his circle of friends, all pointing at how god damn gullible Jackson Wang is.The denial phase sitting pretty sickening in his stomach, that was the same day Jackson met Jaebum; Jackson holding a bouquet of roses and ever-so-hardworking Jaebum running from the cafetaria he worked at to the office he helped out in, knocking Jackson straight down on the floor.At least it kept him from crying in public, in the sad rain on the slippery road.It was a good hint of what their friendship was going to be like.After some pseudo-deep conversations impulsed by after midnight roadtrips and staring at the moon while passing a joint; Jackson decided to say goodbye to pretty boys and they decided to go to the same university. It was also the night where Jackson kissed Jaebum like he´s never been kissed before. So despite the rat-infestations, food-poisoning, Jaebums raging sex life and the lack of his own aside, everything went fine.Calm, monotone, maybe, random spurts of high when the felt like being especially stupid, but mostly, boring.It was a privilege to feel that way, his mother would say, so he didn´t complain about it, decided that the love stories and high lives of the movies were really just fiction, and that we´re all here to wake-up sleep and die.He was fine with that.“Eager to fill up some cars?” Jackson asked when Jaebum walked in a good two hours before his actual shift began. “Nah, I didn´t go on Saturday, remember?”Oh.Minutes passed and Jackson already re-read all the interesting non-pornographic and pornographic magazines they had to offer twice while eating Haribo candy he definitely shouldn´t have been eating - Jaebum too lazy and cold to actually stand outside like he was paid a minninum wage for to do, so he took an old beach chair out of the basement and studied in it.There were no working cameras to tattle-tale, anyway.And the toilets leaked.And half the food was past its expiration date, and the marble on the floor was cracked, and so were the windows after a shoot-out they were thankfully not present in, and if inspection came to see what was up, they´d definitely have to shut the place down.It´s not like they´ve ever met the boss of the national million-dollar chain anyway; just a distressed middle-aged and curiously also Asian manager who left packing when the boys settled in.The sun began making room for the moon again, so Jackson flicked the lights on - flickering, yellow.It was eight p.m when they heard loud engines pull up in their parking lot; rock music playing hard, Jackson recognized it was System of a Down, people shouting - Jackson saw the car brand, and snapped down on the floor on instinct, Haribo stuck in his mouth.Before Jaebum could ask, Jackson told him that´s him, and then Mark opened the door, pulled instead of pushed, and Jaebum laughed alone, loud, head falling back. “Good evening,” Mark said, eyes going straight to Jackson who inversly stared straight into the Latina-centered porn magazine in his hands.Jaebum watched the scene, amused.“Are you out of Coronas?” Mark asked from the refrigerators - Nobody answered. “I guess you are.” He sighed loudly and opted for the Heineken instead. Jackson dared to sneak a glance, and wondered if he wasn´t cold wearing nothing but a very loose tank top at this time of day.“Your friends aren´t gonna come in to steal shit?” Jaebum asked when Mark grabbed the same packet of Haribo candy and put it between his teeth since his hands were already full.“Are you going to report us?” It wasn´t a question, it was a cocky dare hidden under a sweet unknowing voice. “You can do it, you know.”Clank. The beer on the glass counter.“We should.” Jaebum offered, stretching his arms. “But I can´t be assed. Can I ask you a question, though?”“Who are you?”“You´re really thirsty for my friends dick, aren´t you?” A silence, Jackson would´ve kicked him off the chair and on the floor if he wasn´t perplexed by the question; He wanted to die, and couldn´t look at Mark´s expression over the sheer embarrassment.Mark smiled.“I think your friend is one of the most gorgeous people I´ve ever had the luxury of s