Something more than just desire
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It was like college all over again, with the big difference that homework isn't what keeps Mark awake all night.
A business course is what has his mind occupied every afternoon.
He can't though, no matter how hard he tries, to completely focus on something.
Not when the meeting with his Irish lover is just minutes away from happening.
He is stressed and, most importantly, afraid.
Trying to convince oneself of something is something impossible to do, yet Mark still tries.
He needs the money.
Nothing more.
He doesn't need the warmness of someone lying next to him underneath the sheets.
He doesn't need to feel anyone's smile while they kiss.
He doesn't need the soft touch on his cold skin.
He does it for the money and nothing else.
And that's exactly the reason why he is afraid, sure.
Mark is terrified of losing the only client he has left. That's why he's constantly trying to keep it interesting.
Otherwise, his angel might fly away from his reach.
Because what was he for Corey anyways?
The Irish probably had an actual job, a united family, a better life in general.
He only had broken thoughts and dark memories.
He was no one.
And he tries so hard to change it...
Little does he know that he is already someone in Corey's eyes.
Dark is no longer a random guy that makes Corey feel desired.
That last kiss they shared meant something much more than lust.
He had to figure out what is exactly what he sensed, because he can't just take a shot in the dark.
That's why he asks him that night.
Not with words –he's not that stupid– but with actions.
Their clothes are thrown away in a split second and Dark's tongue is soon inside Corey's mouth.
Every kiss is desperate. As if the red-haired man tried to fight for dominance when is more than obvious that he already has it.
Dark has risen again, controlling perfectly his weak self. His eyes never land on blue ones as his teeth continuously bite his angel's sweet spots. Because he knows what he's trying. There's one thing different with the Irish and he read it as soon as he saw him in their room.
Thus, he's careful not to show more than necessary.
If he could delete that last scene of two nights ago, he would. And that hurts him a little more than the memory itself.
"Sh-s**t" Corey curses between his teeth before moaning his companion's nickname on purpose. He doesn't feel embarrassed this time, not even after feeling Dark's lips around his d**k, because he's a moaning mess, panting and clinging to anything he can get ahold of.
The American doesn't complain when he's pulled harshly by the hair. Actually, he doesn't say anything at all.
There's only a few things that can be heard from him, such as his racing heartbeat and heavy breathing once he's done; the sound the zip of his jeans make and his footsteps approaching the door; the quiet sigh he lets out as he tries not to look back and the sound of a heartbreak that he provokes when he closes the door behind him and gets lost in the darkest of nights.
As soon as he exits the building though, a shiver runs down his spine.
The weather is something he is used by now, but this is another kind of cold.
Because it can't be taken away by any air conditioner or blanket.
No, it stays with him, creating insomnia and emptiness.
Reminding him that no matter what he does, it will always come back.
Mark feels like that day when everything started.
The sky showed different stars, but he still feels worst when looking at it.
Because it is gorgeous.
Something worth watching till forever.
Something he would never mean for someone.
Mark has always been used and thrown away a week later.
A one-night stand, a toy.
No one would ever truly love him forever.
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Instead of spending his next day surrounded by stress and constant yelling, the Irish relaxes at a cafe. Today is Jessica's birthday. That's why he didn't go to school. She takes all the children of first grade to the zoo every year.
Corey is never in the mood to go. Therefore, he pretends to be sick and leaves her present on her desk the next day.
What he doesn't expect though, is seeing one of his co-workers at the same place he's currently in.
Ms. Sullivan, a grumpy old lady that's on charge of sixth graders, enters the cafe and starts looking around for someone.
Luckily for Corey, he sees her in time to hide behind a menu. Even though his blond hair is like a highlighter, he gets to leave without being spotted. Ms. Sullivan sits by the entrance with a man as Corey walks hurriedly to whatever shop is nearby, ignoring the not-so-delightful surprise that destiny has prepared for him.
"Hi sir, looking for a game in specific?" A happy voice startles the client.
"N-Not really." Corey answers with an apologetical smile, feeling embarrassed for being scared.
"Alright, my name is Bryce and I'll be here to help you." The blond continues, already used to the man's reaction.
"Thank you." Corey says before the man walks away.
He doesn't have the intention to buy anything, but something behind the register catches his attention.
A 27-year-old male –he guesses– is having trouble with the computer in front of him.
He fixes his glasses over his nose before giving a nervous giggle to another client in the store.
Corey's heart skips a hundred beats it seems. Because those brown eyes that refuse to look at him even when they're alone, are some he already knows.
Ireland has always seemed as a really small place for him, but he had never experienced something like this before.
He feels forced to escape again. The difference is that this time he's not only trying to get away from someone, he's also trying to leave his thoughts behind.
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