[M] Four Times They Wanted To (1/1)

"Jinyoung was long lost in the galaxy of his body anyway; the stars that were his eyes and the milkyway of shades and lights of his skin, the sun so bright and powerful just like his personality, and finally the moon that he could never ever see before this night."Markjin. Drabble-ish. Please forgive me for the tragic first half.-The first time they talked about it, Mark was drunk sitting on the kitchen counter, opening and closing pots and bags of different spices and foods just to open them again - dangling with his feet and humming to a song Jinyoung was convinced he got out of his dear imagination.Jinyoung. Mark´s boyfriend and coincidentally the only sober person in the house at the time, forced by his friends to make them some pot ramen that might´ve been a few months past their expiration date.“Mark…leave the pepper there, her-!”And the pepper was on the floor, a cloud of spice making him sneeze at least fifteen times in a row with a scalping hot pot of water in his hand.Mark just giggled.“What am I going to do with you?”“My feet are dirty now!” Mark wailed, and spun on the counter to put his feet in the sink.Jinyoung was mortified.“That´s disgusting.”But Mark was already washing them - his feet - and by washing his feet he really just meant letting the nice, hot water run on his skin; in the same place they´d wash their dishes in.Oh god, Jinyoung sighed, made quick work out of bringing out a broom and carefully sweeping all the spices away and into a corner so some other person that definitely wasn´t him could clean it up properly the next morning.“Come here.” He said - held Mark´s ankles and spun him back so his legs were dangling off the counter again; brought a towel to wash his feet for him, and a clean pair of socks to keep him warm.“Are you happy right now?”“Very!” Mark said, smiling brightly.That was more than enough for Jinyoung; so he continued opening the ramen bowls and slowly put the water in them - he noticed how Mark was looking at a particularly cracked tile in the floor in the corner, though, and it concerned him.“What´s up? not so happy anymore?”“I am!” Mark said. “But, like…”“Like…”“Don´t you, I don´t know, don´t you think it´s weird we´ve been together for three months and we still haven´t done it yet? Jackson says it is.”Jinyoung wanted to die on the spot, his boyfriend was so cute, blushing so red, eyes completely avoiding his own, legs dangling out of agitation and nervousity.“Of course it isn´t Mark. Jackson just likes to tease whenever he can since he´s such an easy target for it himself.”Mark nodded, but didn´t look convinced.“Alright.” Jinyoung decided, and swept Mark off the counter in a swift motion, walking a small circle holding him in princess position before he remembered he was still drunk, and he didn´t want to be cleaning after vomit, too.So he moved him to their shared bedroom, softly placed him on the bed like he was a casket of diamonds and gold.Except it was Mark, which was worth much more than any of that.He kissed him on the nose, on his eyelid and forehead, tucked him the bed.“It´s our thing, not his - I love you, Mark.”He really did.-The second time he thought about it, it was after a long day at the gym and Mark laid down on the couch,  legs spread, hair damp from the shower water, in nothing but his boxers and the towel around his shoulders, taking deep breaths and looking at the ceiling.Everything hurt.He doozed off with the background music of the drops of water of the shower Jinyoung was taking; before he returned to conscious he didn´t realize he was finished, and Jinyoung was preparing the dinner table for them and the rest of their friends in nothing but sweatpants.He looked amazing, Mark decided, and his sweats really begged for attention to his bubble-butt he was so proud of.So was Mark.He wiggled around the couch a bit, one leg over it and the other on the floor, hand in his boxers like most people do; propped up his head on the edge of the couch to get a better view.Jinyoung was drinking milk now, out of the carton box, and Mark wasn´t even disgusted about it.Turned on, actually.After admiring his boyfriends figure for long enough, he opened his  mouth to spurt out some cheesy pick up line, because while shy about sex Mark had no problems with sex jokes in public, but Jinyoung caught his gaze before he could do it.If Jackson were there at the time, he would´ve definitely laughed and coughed a lung out.Mark fell on the floor immediately, suddenly blushing and so flustered he didn´t even feel the pain in his knees from the impact.“Like what you see?” Jinyoung still dared to ask.Mark prayed the floor would swallow him up.“Because I like what I´m seeing.” He added,when Mark fished his head up from the same to look at him, Jinyoung already disappeared back to the kitchen.Later that night, after dinner, Mark told Jackson about it.“You´re horny.” He concluded. Jackson was right. “You got turned on watching him drink milk, that´s like, concerning levels of horny.”Mark wasn´t about to deny it, either.-The third time they started doing anything about it, it was after finals and Jinyoung and Mark were on the biggest bed in the house starting different books but never finishing none, all the pillows of the house scattered around them, the white covers tangled around their legs.It was a cold day in New York City; sky painted different shades of gray - it was peaceful, beautiful, the best kind of weather in the couples opinion.It was a good excuse to stay home and do nothing, after all.So there they were, in their boxer shorts because the heater allowed them to, approaching the fourteen hours in bed without getting out for anything but to go to the bathroom or grab a snack when Jinyoung sighed.“Catchers in the Rye, what an amazing book.”Mark had read Catchers in the Rye ages ago, and he knew it was definitely an amazing book, so he nodded in agreement.“It´s so real, no wonder it´s a classic.”He nodded again, and didn´t say anything when he felt Jinyoung hugged him from behind and petted his hair while he was at it.“Why are you so shy about sex?” He asked, voice soft and mellow.Mark would´ve melted if it weren´t for the question - it wasn´t judgmental, much less was it pressuring, they´ve talked about it before - one or twice, and they always ended up kissing in distraction.“It´s just…” Breath in, breath out. “It´s just, you´re the first guy I´ve ever been with, it´s difficult.”Mark could feel Jinyoungs lips curve in a smile on his back.“You make me feel so special, Mark.”“You are.” Mark said. “You really are.”They kissed, kissed for a long time - slow and lazy like their day was; if there was one thing Mark was very good at, it was kissing - with his tongue and soft, harmless bites on his lips; they were still tangled in the sheets, Mark´s head hitting the window, Jinyoung trying to figure out where there legs were in the bundle of covers around them.“You´re perfect the way you are.” Jinyoung said. “I love you.”More kisses, Jinyoung touched his neck, his shoulders all the way down to his hands to grab them and put them over his own chest - Mark held on, explored Jinyoungs upper body some more, kissed his neck and shoulders, hands sliding down to his hips.“How are you feeling?” he asked.“Hot.” Mark said. “Jinyoung, I´m feeling really hot right now, let´s open the windo-” already propping himself up and his heart racing like it was competing for a million dollars, Jinyoung kissed his chest, his nipples and disappeared under covers to kiss his thighs and around his crotch - Mark wanted to die, but only if his death was Jinyoungs cause.He wanted to let go, and when he finally let himself relax and fall in it, enjoy Jinyoungs touches, the door opened with a loud bang and at least two different louder voices behind it.“Guess what, your boys Jackson and BamBam passed all their exa- oh, shit.”Mark wanted to die, but this time for real.Jackson and BamBam left as quick as they entered, but their screams and shouts could be heard from the hallway - Mark took the covers off of him, and between his legs he found a flustered, red-faced Jinyoung with his hands covering his expression.

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