Evening lovelies, I know its been a while but here is Chapter 17 of my fan fiction. I recently lost someone very close to me so I dont know if this chapter is any good but I really hope you enjoy it. All feedback is so, so appreciated. Any shout outs you can give my writing mean the world to me so get in touch with my twitter (medsies_world). Hope you are all well x Enjoy x
“I should probably go.” Danny said, setting his empty wine glass down on the table. “I’ve got an early start in the morning.”
Standing up Danny straightened out his shirt and adjusted his tie. It had loosened during the night and the top of his toned chest was revealed. Much to Danny’s delight he had spotted Gary’s eyes drop to that small patch of exposed flesh more then once. It was working.
Gary stood also, slightly wobbly on his legs from the amount of wine they had consumed. Danny was a good laugh; Gary couldn’t understand why they had not seen each other for so long.
“Of course.” Gary said. “Well you have my number so um… call me sometime, it was nice to see you.”
Danny held his gaze. “You too.”
Both men walked to the door. Danny turned and held out his arms. “Nice talking Gaz.”
Gary returned his hug and was mortified to feel a jolt of desire hit him in the stomach. He swallowed. How much wine had he had? Danny stood back and looked at him before walking out the door. Gary shut the door hastily and leaning his back against it slid down the wood.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He mumbled into his hands. Danny was attractive; there was no denying that. But that was all it was… I mean sure Gary had… felt something… but that was because he was human. I mean everyone is allowed to find someone else attractive? It didn’t mean anything… What he felt for Mark was strong and powerful. For Danny he simply felt a small amount of desire.
A shower. That’s what he needed. A nice relaxing shower and then Mark would be here and it would all be okay. Standing up Gary walked up the stairs and undressed in silence. His house was eerily quiet… now the baby was gone, now Danny was gone and now Mark was gone. Gary wasn’t sure he liked living alone. Sure he’d lived by himself for years, but now he’d tasted… tasted what it would be like to live beside someone. Those soft noises, a breath, a footstep, a laugh… something to prove he was not alone in the house.
Stepping into the shower Gary turned the hot water on, placing his under head underneath the flow of water so it ran over his face and hair. He felt better underneath the water even though it was flowing into his eyes. His head felt clearer. Hmm, he certainly wasn’t one for drinking, he preferred a clear head.
Squinting his eyes shut he shoved his hand out of shower and fumbled around for a towel. Shit. All the towels were on the other side of the bathroom. Grumbling he was just about to get out of the shower, his eyes still shut, when a towel was thrust into his open palm. Doing a double take and nearly falling over Gary hastily dried his eyes.
Mark stood in front of him, his arms, covered in his leather jacket were folded, but he was smiling.
Gary stared at him. “Mark? What… I mean… what? Oh God… I’m naked… shit.” Gary hastily wrapped the towel around his waist.
Well atleast he tried to. Mark caught the end of the towel and pulled it from his grasp. Slinging it to the other side of the bathroom Mark raised an eyebrow.
Gary cleared his throat. “I’d really rather prefer… we talk things through when I’m not… um… naked.”
Mark shook his head. “Quite to the contrary Gaz, if this relationship is going to work you need to stop being so British… you need to tell me you love me and you need to be naked far more often than you currently are.”
Gary stared at him open mouthed. “How did you even get in?”
Marks face turned serious. “You left the door open after Danny left… Jesus Gary you know I hate that guy.”
Gary felt suddenly guilty. It was true, he did know how much Mark despised Danny, he may not know why… but he shouldn’t of let him in. Let alone drunk so much with him, let alone found him attractive…
“I know… I’m sorry…” Gary bit his lip.
Mark let his gaze rake over Gary’s skin, his eyes were hungry now, he was fed up with their drama, he was fed up with Gary, and himself, constantly turning themselves into victims. He wanted Gary in his life; he knew Gary wanted him to… It was time Mark stopped being so feeble, so victimized and time he took what he deserved.
“Tell me you wont leave me again.” Mark said, desperately trying to keep the tremble out of his voice. He caught Gary’s gaze and held it.
Gary looked back at Mark. “I…”
Silence ensued. Mark could feel his heart hammering. The water was still flowing over Gary’s back. Mark swallowed… blinked… twitched. He became acutely aware of his breathing. You always do in tense situations… it sounded far to loud in the silence of the bathroom. In and out… Oh god he was aware of it now. Now it felt awkward to breath. Perhaps he should hold his breath? Nope… that was weirder. God damnit cant Gary just spit it o-
“I wont ever leave you again.” Gary finally said. It was strange… but Gary meant it. Of course he’d had to think about it, I mean he was essentially promising he would spend the rest of his life with Mark… Unless Mark left him. Which was a possibility, Gary knew that. But he didn’t care. Okay so yes, sometimes he found other people attractive. That was not a crime… But he would always be in love with Mark. That was startlingly clear.
“Now tell me you love me.” Mark said quietly. “And mean it.”
This wasn’t the Mark that Gary knew… this was a new Mark. An assertive Mark who knew what he wanted, who was demanding what he wanted. In fact it was kind of… sexy.
Gary smiled. “I love you… and I mean it… and I promise to tell you more often.”
Mark nodded, smiling too now. “Okay… I’ll let you off. But you’re lucky because I was going to make you dance for me.”
Gary laughed. “I can bust a move or two.”
Mark winced. “Don’t ever say that again.” He grinned. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too.”
Unzipping his leather jacket Mark slid it off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Then stepping out of his shoes he stepped under the shower.
“Your clothes are getting all wet.” Gary said, wide eyed.
“I don’t care.” Mark said and with that he slid his arm around Gary’s neck and pulled him towards him. For the first time in a good while their lips met once again and both their bodies almost sighed with the relief of being in each other’s arms again. Neither of them liked to play into a cliché but it was almost like whilst they’d been apart something heavy had weighed on both their shoulders and now… it was lifted. Now they both felt as if they were free again.
“I love you.” Gary said again, this time against Mark’s lips. God it felt good to say it. Why on earth didn’t he say it more often? It felt so right… it was right. He did love him. So much so he felt a strange urge to run to the window and shout it out to the world.
Gary felt Mark smile against him. Pulling Mark’s sodden shirt over his head Gary threw it out onto the floor. Next to go were his jeans. Thoroughly soaked through by now. They would take an age to dry. It struck Gary that Mark hadn’t actually brought any other clothes. Mark would have to wander around naked whilst his clothes dried… damn, that would be a shame…
***
The next morning Gary leant back against the pillows on his bed, he was still blushing over what had happened between him and Mark. I mean… it had been so long since he had been with someone like that… like um… intimately. He felt good… like all his muscles had turned to liquid. But he was also ridiculously embarrassed. Howard and Jason were coming over for lunch… what if they noticed? Did one look differently afterwards? Smell differently? He was certainly a lot more flushed than usual…
Mark walked back in through the door, a cup of coffee in his hand. He smiled.
“Good morning.” He said, setting the coffee down beside Gary.
“Do you think that Howard and Jay will notice?” Gary asked, still unable to quite look Mark in the eye.
“Notice what?” Mark said, raising an eyebrow.
“You know…” Gary knitted his fingers together. “What um… happened between us…”
Mark grinned. “That we spent a good part of the night making love?”
Gary cleared his throat and blushed again. “Um… yes…”
Mark rolled his eyes. Typical Gary response. Without even dignifying that with an answer Mark pressed his lips back against Gary’s. Gary soon once again relaxed against Mark… hmm… Mark’s lips did seem to have that peculiar effect. He would remember that for later dates, should Gary ever be angry with him again he would simply kiss him and Gary seemed to instantly relax.
***
Mark and Gary sat slack mouthed staring at the people sat before them. Howard and Jason, tanned from their time away, were sitting next to Laura whose hair was tied in a loose ponytail. Kennedy, Chloe and Sue were all sat next to Laura their faces beaming.
“Guys?” Jason said.
Gary and Mark stared back at them, their mouths still open.
Laura waved a slim hand in front of Mark’s eyes. “Markie?”
Mark blinked… once… twice. Then a slow grin began to spread across his lips. Shaking his head once he leaped up and pulled Howard, Jason and Laura into a hug so tight Laura thought her head was going to implode.
“Oh Jesus, you guys! I am so happy! I mean, when, what?” Mark grinned at them all.
“Well we all have a meeting at the fertility clinic next week and if everything goes all right, Jay and myself will make our donations and through insemination we all pray Laura gets pregnant.” Howard grinned.
Kennedy stood up and pulled Laura into a hug. “Its so great for you to do this.”
“It really is.” Chloe nodded. “Oh my god, I can’t wait… a little baby added to the clan!”
Gary stood up and grabbing Sue’s hand pulled her into the hug as well. “You bastereds are going to make me cry.” He said wrapping his arm round Mark’s waist.
Sue rushed off to phone Robbie and invite him round. Jason, his arm around Laura, sat back down on the sofa. Howard and Gary were chatting in the corner and Mark and Chloe were arguing over baby names. Laura watched them all, her hand subconsciously slipping to her flat belly. Soon it would be big and round, carrying a child that would not be hers. She was happy, of course she was, she wanted to give Jason and Howard a baby. But she was terrified; there was no denying it. A wave of nausea crossed over her and her eyes filled with tears. Holding a hand to her face she rushed off to the toilets. Gary looked up just to see her pass, he was the only one to spot the tears running off her chin, frowning he set his tea down on the table and followed her out.
