Heeeeeey. I was wondering if you could find some shortish fics, preferably less than seven thousand or somewhere around there. Super smutty or super fluffy is fine. But pleeeeeeeeease 😍😍😍 ok I'm done thanks
I am taking this as a challenge, they’ll have to be LESS than 7k! Many shorties seem to fall into the ~8k range so this should be fun. (Also, for more short-ish fics of 25k or less, I’d like to refer to my rec lists here and here.)
Drarry fic recs, less than 7k
• Feel You In These Walls by alpha_exodus (6.8k) Just this once, Harry thinks. Just this once, they’ll kiss, they’ll have sex, and then it’ll be over.Draco hadn’t expected more than that either. But then it happens again, again, and neither of them had anticipated having feelings involved - but they’ve never been able to keep anything casual, have they? (Lovely sweet Drarry, beautifully written, lots of personality for a shortie!)
• Let Me Go on Loving You by firethesound (6.6k) Harry has learned that the perils of living with a potion master include, among many other things, the occasional exploding cauldron. At least this accident involves a lot of orgasms, so. Could be worse. (I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCHHH. The Drarry is amazing, I love the way Harry thinks about Draco and how he doesn’t. want. to. stop. kissing. himmm.)
• Two Gentlemen by hidingfromsomeone (3.7k) This is sweet sweet fluffy established relationship Drarry in which they live together and cook for each other and just can’t keep their hands away.
• Crystal Clear by ICMezzo (6.7k) Harry customizes a snow globe. Draco listens to centaur weather reports. Ron investigates the height of Pansy’s boots. And Hermione knows even more than everything, as usual. (No one signs up for the class for lactating witches.) (I feel like I rec this fic every day but it can’t be recced enough! Draco and Harry’s relationship in this is my fave, they’re adorkable and so so sweet.)
• Falling Stars, Catching Lightning by daftfear (6.6k)
Draco’s talent and skill as a tattoo artist are without equal, but when Potter comes in asking for a custom piece that’ll take several sessions to complete, Draco finds his abilities and professionalism tested.
(Excellent fic, the sexual tension is on point, and the tattoos, so much YES.)
• Muggle ‘Drug Store Items’ by loveglowsinthedark (4.2k)
Malfoy’s interest is caught by a certain Muggle drug store item. (Hint: Flavoured Condoms)
(Probably the funniest and hottest thing I’ve read in a good while.)
• Choices that are made in the moonlight by Teatrolley (4.4k) “Harry never imagined that he’d someday know the feeling of Draco’s smiling lips against his own, or be able to replicate the exact tone of his during-sex laughter in his mind. Even then, he especially never imagined that, were he to ever know those things, he were also to be without them again.” (I cried a waterfall reading this one, it hurt so bad, my poor poor heart.)
• Wascally by dysonrules (6.7k)
Draco finds an ickle wounded birdy in the forest. (This fic is hilarious and absolutely adorable, Draco is so sassy I can’t.)
anyone who has spent 5 seconds around me, ever:
yes, you love drugs. we know. you love drugs so much; they are the light of your life, you love them so much. you just love drugs. we KNOW. you love drugs. you fucking love drugs, okay. we know, we get it. DRUGS. WE GET IT
“Sorry, just going to hang out with the Riots, tonight,” he said.
Fine, Chris Schistad can do whatever the fuck he wants but she doesn’t want him lying to her. She doesn’t want to find his tongue down another girl’s throat at a party when he said he wasn’t going to any.
Eva and Chris aren’t dating. Eva knows that. But lying is another thing.
Why did she take this so personally? Eva could not possibly have feelings for the despicable Christoffer Schistad! Eva is Noora Saetre’s best friend and Noora has taught her that ‘fuckboys’ aren’t worth it.
So, why does her heart crack under the pressure of her feelings when she sees him with someone else?
Why is her mind plagued with the thoughts of her not being good enough as the other girls he makes out with and him not wanting her and her not being good enough for him? Should Eva just stop?
Out of anger, she believes she should slap Chris and end whatever this is between them. But then she tells herself that it’s better to talk it out.. see where he’s coming from. See if there’s a reason?
Eva is still staring at him, from across the room.
He said he was not coming…
Chris’s hands are over a girl, as his lips roughly press kisses to her body. The music isn’t loud enough to block out the negative feelings crawling inside her.
Nothing is enough.
The alcohol coursing through her system isn’t enough. Girl Chris cracking her usual jokes isn’t enough.
She sees red and she sees blue.
Ugh, she thinks. He’s wearing that stupid t-shirt.
The girl drapes across him is playing with the zipper Eva always plays with.
And that’s when Eva looses it.
She’s not even going to apologize for wanting to be the only person who gets to play with that zipper.
And as she’s storming her way to the other side of the room, her feelings finally become clearly.
Eva Mohn likes Chris Schistad and she’s fucked because of it.
Chris wasn’t expecting Eva to be here. he really wasn’t. So, when he felt her hand turn him around, her Eva smell filling his nostrils, he freaks out. The girl he was with left as soon as Eva came.
She knows better than not come in the way of Eva and Chris.
He freaks out completely because she is so going to murder him.
And being Penetrator Chris, he smashed his lips to hers, pulling her jeans clad body to him.
The fireworks are instantly set off between them and, fuck, why?
When Chris was kissing that other girl a few minutes ago, it didn’t feel half as good as this. So, why?
His lips do things to Eva. It makes her mind fog up, so she’s not even able to comprehend the situation. Her judgements become so clouded, she’d take drugs in an instant, if given.
So, yes, that’s what it’s kind of like to kiss Christoffer Schistad.
Or is it only kissing him? A voice makes her overthink.
But, no! She’s supposed to be furious with him! Yes, that’s what she’s supposed to do.
So, mustering enough strength - Chris makes her weak at her knees- she shoves him off her.
“Eva . .” Chris mumbles, trying to kiss her again. But Eva swats his hands away and then grabs his wrist, dragging him down the hallway, where drunk teenagers are desperately making out.
She quickly pulls him into the - thankfully - empty room.
Not understanding where she’s coming from - except for the fact of her catching his lie - Chris smirks. “I thought that Friday nights were reserved for making out only. .”
“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE, CHRISTOFFER!” Eva yells, shoving him. “You lied to me! You fucking lied, you asshole!”
Chris looks at her shocked. Tears brim her eyes and he feels something churn him.
Suddenly, Chris understands that feeling as concern. He doesn’t want her crying over him. Especially him. But girls have cried before him . . Iben cried when they broke up but he didn’t approach her.
What is it that Eva Mohn has of him?
“You told me you were going to hang out with your friends,” Eva accuses, her voice much softer now. Her voice trembled as her brain replayed what she’d seen. “I don’t need you, Christoffer.”
And when she said that, it wasn’t one heart that broke . . it was two.
They both feel as if a sudden weight had been dropped on their shoulders and there is a fierce ache spreading across their chest.
“You should’ve just said it, alright. I don’t need you,” Eva says, poking a finger at his chest. “I don’t need you or your stupid lies. You played me.”
And Chris opens his mouth to say something. But his throat feels dry and he hoarsely whispers, “Eva, I –”
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Eva raises her voice a little. “You think you can play me and walk away? Guess what, you can’t! You can’t fucking lie to me and expect I won’t be mad at you!”
“I lied to you for a reason, Eva Kviig Mohn, alrigh’!”
“I don’t need your pathetic excuses right now, Schistad!”
“Oh, really?” taunts Chris, grabbing her waist. He turns their bodies and slams her straight up against the wall, his hips digging into hers. “Didn’t you think there would be a reason for my lying?” His lips are now pressed softly against her jawline.
“Don’t fuck with me, Chris,” Eva hotly whispers into his ear.
“I needed to get away from you.”
“The only way I wouldn’t directly hurt you.”
Eva pushes him away for the third time.
“You fucker! ‘Wouldn’t hurt me’! What? I fucking saw you with that girl and you thought that I wouldn’t directly be hurt?”
“I lied for a good reason, okay!”
“Really? Oh, please, do tell me!”
“Because being around you does things to me! Things I can’t handle! And staying away from you was helping!”
Eva stops, her eyes wide.
Chris has no idea what he said means. He has no idea that he just admited to liking her - implied, of course.
And Eva tries to ignore the jumps in her heart. She tries to ignore the smile breaking onto her face.
Chris is confused. . what did he say?
But before he can have any realisations, Eva’s grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to her. She quickly angles her head and kisses him, trying to help relieve herself of the feeling building up in her heart.
Chris doesn’t think much, on his part. He hoists her up and presses her against the wall. Groaning, he rocks his hips forward, eliciting a well-earned moan from Eva’s mouth. To satisfy himself even more, he repeats the action, earning the same response.
With his hips holding her firm in place, his hands push her t-shirt up and he kisses her right above her heart.
Eva takes her t-shirt off and throws it across the room, not caring. Getting back on her feet, she unbuckles his belt and unbottons his pants. She doesn’t have time to pull them down because Chris steps into the space between her legs and crafts a love bite onto her neck.
“You and me, Eva,” Chris growls, leading her to the bed.
Eva’s heart flips. And he isn’t giving her false hope. No, he’s actually saying something true. And she’s so grateful.
Eva didn’t expect to be the girl to change Chris. She just wanted the countless amounts of good sex. But . . things change.
Just as he sets her down, Eva chuckles, whispering, “Do you have any idea what you’ve just said?”
I love Philippe and i find to Chevalier very fun, but in this season 2 Chevalier is Psychotic. His jealous and childish behavior has wrecked this ship for me. He does not let Philippe have his space, he is jealous of the whole world and he is so stupid ... he does not seem the same of the first season. He is literally a superficial character, stupid and empty. i´m very dissapointed with him, why he does not take their relationship in a health way? i hate him taking drugs. omg and the money...
Alright Anon, we are going to have a nice little chat. Warning: SEVERE SEASON 2 SPOILERS
His jealous and childish behavior
If you go by history, the Philippes have known each other since they were teenagers roughly 15 years old. They were together basically since then until the year that Monsieur died. In the show it is show canon that they have both announced their love for each other as well as shown it through various interactions including sex, spooning, and crying over one another and protecting one another including saving each others lives. In season 2 they have been seperated for 4 years (2 historically) during which time Chevalier was held in THE worst French prison, Château d'If. I don’t know if you have ever experienced being scared and alone in a foreign country and questioned by the police but let me tell you anon IT IS SO SCARY YOU COULD JUST PISS YOURSELF, and poor Chevalier was in this nasty prison without furniture or windows. It’s quite possible as soon as he was out of there or even before he took up the drugs to deal with it.
He does not let Philippe have his space
Again, they were separated for 4 years, they were and are in love, THEY FUCKING MISSED EACH OTHER. Philippe and Palatine both specifically state int he show that he is only keeping to her bed until she becomes pregnant, it is nothing to do with love on their part, but if you ARE NOT A PSYCHOPATH it is extremely painful to listen to the one you love having sex with someone else, especially when the other person is sweet and charming and in your opinion even better for them than you are yourself. Chevalier was hurting so deeply.
He is literally a superficial character, stupid and empty / is a psychopath.
Sooo a Psychopath is basically someone completely lacking in empathy or remorse. Basically someone unfeeling - and you are calling THE CHEVALIER a Psychopath…right….are we watching the same show here?
I’m just going to answer this one with pictures.
Here is him cheering up Philippe when they are both on Cloud 9 from Chevalier’s return to France
Here is Chevalier’s face when he is out of Philippe’s sight as he reads the wedding plans, definitely not looking sad about his emotional attachments here nope. Note, he is upset about the wedding before Palatine even arrives because their short short little honeymoon after his return is going to be cut short so soon.
Here he is, yes, doing drugs - I am not supporting this as a coping mechanism BUT THATS WHAT HE IS USING IT FOR. This is during Philippe’s wedding night and he thoroughly believes that Philippe is having sex with Palatine at that exact moment and that when he wakes up tomorrow he will have forgotten him. He is afraid that the person he has loved for YEARS is abandoning him. Of course he aches, of course he wants to forget.
After he heard Liselotte and Philippe having sex, he thought that it was the final straw, that he had completely lost Philippe’s love despite her trying to assure him otherwise. He is crushed. Completely and utterly crushed.
He is terrified that after waiting for him for 4 years Philippe doesnt want him anymore, and the reward he gets is Philippe sleeping around with Palatine and Thomas and not HIM (from his point of view). If he didn’t love Philippe so much he could marry for money, for power, for influence, for his place int he court, but he LOVES Philippe and he will not. Without Philippe, he loses everything. He is driven to the brink and when he turns to Philippe, he is cruelly pushed away by Philippe’s cold dismissive attitude and it pushes him to suicide, but Philippe stops him. THAT is how badly off this “psychopath” is over love in this season.
Thomas Beaumont KNOWS that Chevalier will be an obstacle in trying to get rid of Philippe, and so he tries to have Chevalier killed. In the end, Chevalier kills a man to save Philippe’s life. HOW MUCH SHIT does Chevalier have to go through before you and everyone else believes the true depths of his feelings for Philippe?
How come he doesn’t have a healthy relationship you ask? Because he and Philippe are trapped in the grand scheme of power play in Versailles, by Louis’ hand and the politics of all of Europe. Because France needs a backup heir to maintain stability - Philippe has to marry a woman and have a child and that unfortunately means, the man who loves him has to suffer for it, they both have to suffer for it. Its not healthy of course it’s not, but it’s real.
Why the money? Because Philippe was ignoring him and that was one sure fire way to get his attention in a world so caught up in it.
Why the drugs? To cope with the pain.
tldr: Chevalier deeply, deeply loves Philippe and would kill or die for him and that is why he behaves as he does in season 2
this looks like shit im sorry- i know you told me reaper kissing the mirror but that was so hard to do and?? i was hella uninspired so ye, the soul on the other side au belongs to @hellbent-on-drugs aw man, after you see this im sure gonna delete it
his family has been pure long before the world had any concept of purity - surviving, no, thriving on the idea of corruption as the means to remain on their pedestal. it’s a clever sort of wandless magic, really, one that has afforded him the name to hold court in back alleys and hotel ballrooms. and so he smirks, and smokes his contraband cigarettes, and beds girls to piss his father off. but even he knows that you can only want what you are not yet capable of losing.
Hello Steph, hope you're having a lovely day. A crazy thought just occurred to me. What if, when Mary hugged Sherlock on the tarmac, she slipped him something that, together with the drugs he took, has messed with his mind and perception of reality? If she did, odds are the drug is TD-12 (because why introduce it if nothing was going to be done with it?). It would explain some of the craziness of s4, together with TFP taking place in John's mind palace.
Actually, this is a theory that I have seen before, at least in regards to Mary sneaking drugs to Sherlock on the tarmac, and one that I kind of expanded upon before. Now that we have this Fuckery Drug in canon, I think it’s possible that Mary may have gotten a hand on some (I speculated here that Mary may have ties to Culverton; in this theory, Culverton created a drug to test on subjects, and I think now that TD-12 was that drug). So yes, I think now that Mary gave Sherlock some doses of TD-12 on the Tarmac, which is what caused Sherlock to go into his fever dream and overdose in TAB, a clue to what is to come for S4. Then, in TLD, Sherlock takes that same drug from from Culverton (I presume TD-12 is some kind of pharmaceutical in this universe, one you can get addicted to like oxy or codeine and need a Rx to get it, ergo maybe Sherlock stole prescription pads from John to acquire this drug? Dunno. Perhaps Mary is still providing it to him through Wiggins), which in turn leads to whatever we’re seeing to become the lie. Sherlock is literally a Lying Detective, because his memories are possibly and most likely falsified because of this drug. NOTHING IS REAL.
I’ve also seen theories that it’s still Tarmac!Sherlock having a dream-ception for another 3 episodes. I think it could be possible, so I won’t rule it out, especially since John doesn’t appear to go through any sort of character growth at all, really, in S4 unless we are thinking that TFP is John’s TAB. And that’s fine, but I’m mostly leaning towards the thought that everything from the start of T6T until the end of TLD is an altered narrative, and the “doctored footage” at the beginning of the first episode is our clue. The second was the titles of the episodes (T6T is originally an old case on John’s blog, and TLD references the “lies”, and then TFP because it’s the first episode title taken unchanged from a canon title, which is the story where Sherlock “dies”). The third is the general fuckiness of the season. I believe some of S4 is real, but most of it is a “mirror” of what is REALLY going on (the truth about Mary’s “death”, John’s own crisis), and then then TFP is John’s TAB, his way of working out how to stay alive and his own struggle with his own self.
I’ve also thought POSSIBLY that S4 is ALL John’s TAB; after Sherlock returns, Mary just kills John and runs off. Stupid, I know but this is my brain trying to understand S4. But mostly, I’m for John’s Alibi, Unreliable Narrator and then John’s TAB.
ANYWAY. Totally rambled on about things you don’t care about. I think S4 is all false memories and alibis and what we see on screen is not actually happening.
*nonchalantly* Sherlock, do you remember when you got high in college?
Mummy & Daddy Holmes:
*look up* What?!
*hisses* You little snitch! *sighs* Alright, fine...it's true. I had a...drug problem.
*sighs* Oh, William...
*smug* And your stolen science magazines, Daddy. Not the postman.
Mummy & Daddy Holmes:
*glare at Sherlock*
*puts down his cutlery* And I suppose the freak storm of '84 broke the garden swing, Mycroft?
Mummy & Daddy Holmes:
*look at Mycroft, disappointed*
Molly, John & Mary:
*frowning* Sherlock has been sleeping with Molly for eight months.
*chokes on her drink*
Mummy & Daddy Holmes:
*delighted* Oh, my God...
*wide-eyed* Mycroft is living with his PA!
*grins* Anthea? Oh, I like her...
*now standing* Sherlock is planning to propose to Molly on their case trip next week!
*on his feet; quickly* Oh, God, shut up!
Mummy & Daddy Holmes:
*sighs* I love James Dean.
*whispers* Isn't he dead, love?
*reading the recipe magazine* Uh, Mary...I don’t think lamb goes in that pudding.
*pounding the table* I wanna gooooooo!
*rubbing her temples* That’s a lot of information to get in in thirty seconds! *shakes her head* Alright you two... *gestures at Mary and Greg* of course you weren’t supposed to put lamb in the pudding. It was bloody awful.
*mutters* Told you.
*looks to Sherlock* William, why you felt you had to hide the fact that you were in an important relationship is beyond me.
*to Mycroft* And the swing was pretty obvious, son.
*darkly* Don't think you've gotten away with the drugs, either.
Sherlock & Mycroft:
*bow their heads*
*smiles, holds Molly's hand* Molly, sweetheart. You’ve been sleeping with him all these months, stayed through the drug problems...
*rolls his eyes*
*beaming* Well, I don’t know what to say. You’re a wonderful human being.
*blushes* Thank you.
No! Thank you! *hugs her; turns to his sons* Sherlock, Mycroft! I don’t know what I’m going to do with the pair of you!
There was just something about stealing that gave Jack an adrenaline rush, like a drug coursing through his veins which he craved whenever the mood suited him. It wasn’t that he needed money, or that he’d had a bad upbringing. He was just addicted to stealing and therefore found it very hard to stop.
So it was there, that when he was stood in this guy’s apartment, having broken in through his door (which funnily enough hadn’t been hard to unlock) he felt the rush again. His heart rate picked up and he could feel his whole body tingling with excitement. This was going to be a fun raid indeed.
He looked around at the goods and realised that there was actually a lot of nice things in this guy’s apartment. Fancy technology that he found himself quite fond of and therefore, felt the urge to take it.
Jack wandered into the living room and found consoles that seemed pretty expensive, shoving them into his bag before venturing into other rooms. When he couldn’t find anything appealing in them, his next guess was that there would be good things in the study.
Being as quiet as he could, the Irishman wandered up the stairs and entered the study, looking around and realising there was a whole recording studio in there. Filled with cameras and computers and games. The rush came back full force and again, he began to fill his bag.
What he didn’t hear though, was the sound of footsteps approaching the study.
Unbeknownst to Jack, the owner of this home had been woken up by the sound of floorboards creaking and had gone out to investigate and it was now, that he was about to be busted by them.
After shoving another camera into his bag, Jack heard the sound of the door opening but before he got time to turn around, he felt hands grab him and pull him out of the room. He screamed with shock at first and then tried to escape, attempting to squirm away but it seemed this homeowner was incredibly strong.
He was thrown into what he guessed to be their bedroom and he fell against the floor roughly, hearing the door be closed behind him and locked. The light turned on and he spun around, staring at the person who he’d been stealing from.
There was no doubt in Jack’s mind, that this person happened to be unbelievably attractive.
“So there was a burglar in my house, should have known to get my locks changed..” The person said smugly, arms crossed against his toned chest as he looked down at Jack with an almost scarily-calm expression on his face.
“Let me go, I’ll leave without yer stuff if yeh jus’ let me go!”
It seemed that this stranger had other ideas. They walked over to him and then grabbed him again, pulling him up off the floor before he was shoved onto the bed quite roughly, grunting as he hit the mattress. “What the fuck are yeh doin’?!” Jack yelled, feeling annoyed.
The stranger snorted and then pulled out some zip-ties from a drawer near his door, going over to Jack and snatching hold of his arms, it was here that he tied him to the bedframe, Jack tugging at the ties angrily as he still tried to escape.
“Let me go yeh crazy bastard! I didn’t take anythin’! It’s all still there! Let me go!”
“I’ll let you go and I won’t call the cops.. If you do something for me in return..” The sheer deepness and sincerity of the other man’s voice caused shivers to travel down Jack’s spine and he had no idea what he meant by ‘do something for me in return’.
But if this was Jack’s only ticket to freedom, it looked like he might have to just give in and let this weirdo do what he wanted him to do. “Fine, if it means you’ll let me go. Then I’ll do it..”
It was then that Jack felt like he was going to regret his words for the rest of his life.
He watched as the stranger wandered over to him and then sat down on the bed, one of his hands resting on the Irishman’s knees much to his bewilderment since he had no idea what was going on.
“My name is Mark by the way, just so you’ll have something to yell..” Jack’s eyes bulged as he stared at the other man, feeling his stomach begin to knot and twist as he was beginning to realise what was going on here.
The hand on his knee began to move upward and Jack felt himself begin to panic, pulling on his ties again. “Oh god please don’t.. Please” His once angry tone disappeared and was replaced with begging, Mark looked at him confused.
The younger man swallowed thickly, still panicking. “Please don’t rape me, please.. I didn’t mean t’ take yer stuff, I-I’m addicted.. I can’t help it.. P-please don’t rape me, I’m really sorry”
Mark’s eyes widened in response to Jack’s outburst and he looked around the room and then back at Jack. “I’m not going to rape you, what made you think that?” The Irishman nodded his head at the hand on his thigh, hinting it to him. The other man started laughing, patting the area.
“Nah, don’t worry. It’s nothing like that, I just think you’re cute is all.. Thought I might as well try and flirt with you” Jack looked at him blankly and shook his head, feeling annoyed again. “Are yeh fuckin’ kiddin’ me? This is the worst time t’ flirt! Yeh tied me t’ the fuckin’ bed ya doof!”
The older man snorted at his response and started laughing again, moving his hand away and standing up above him. “Yeah, guess you’re right about that.. But are my flirtations working?” There was a small pause before Jack spoke again.
“I mean, yeh are pretty hot.. But I am not appreciatin’ bein’ tied up I can tell yeh that..”
Nodding his head, Mark grabbed a pair of scissors and carefully cut the zip-ties, freeing Jack’s wrists so that he could move again. “Thank you, yeh didn’t have t’ do that ya know..”
Mark just shrugged his shoulders, sitting on the bed again next to Jack. He was looking at his quite intently, which caused the Irishman to blush much to his embarrassment.
“So uh.. What were yeh plannin’ to make me do in return fer yeh lettin’ me go?” Jack asked intently, rubbing his wrists and sitting up fully next to Mark as he shuffled closer, feeling curious.
There was another pause between them and Mark seemed to avoiding looking at him, Jack rolled his eyes and pulled at his shirt sleeve, attempting to get the guy’s attention. “Come on, might as well tell me and assure me that yeh weren’t gonna rape me..”
His head shot around to face him and his eyes were wide, almost in shock that the Irishman was still hanging onto the idea that he’d even consider doing that to him.
“I.. I just thought maybe we could make out.. You’re pretty attractive and I felt like maybe I could get some intimacy.. Haven’t had any for almost two years”
Jack sucked in a breath and raised his eyebrows at him, surprised and also sentimental for the man beside him. “Aw dude, that’s gotta suck. Yeh do know that strip clubs and shit exist?”
The older man snorted and shook his head, feeling humoured by Jack’s funny comment. “I don’t really like going to places like that. Plus I feel I’ll be judged there because it’s not really the female strippers I’m into..” Mark blushed lightly, playing with his hands while the other man stared at him.
“I mean.. We could make out.. If yeh really want t’.. I don’t really have a problem with that” Mark’s head snapped up and his eyes almost seemed to resemble that of a dog who had heard someone shout ‘walkies’.
The Irishman nodded his head, grinning cheesily at him as he moved even closer. “Maybe..” He shifted closer, leaning in to Mark’s ear. “..Maybe it could become more than jus’ makin’ out too.. If ya would like that..”
When he moved away, he saw the way that the American was looking at him, a devious smirk on his face.
“Yeah.. I’d like that. By the way, you never told me your name..”
Jack leaned in and kissed the older man on the lips. “My name is Jack, just so you have something to moan later on..” He whispered against his lips, carding his hands through his hair.
“Thanks for the heads up..” Mark murmured, kissing him back as he slowly lay him down on the bed.
Safe to say, Jack never did leave Mark’s house that night.