Let me be...

The one you love

The most s****l things shared throughout the whole night are d**k jokes.

Other than that, it's all cute smiles and happy faces.

Corey learns that Mark has just started working in the game shop a couple of weeks ago. And he confesses that he's a teacher, leaving the specific information behind his tongue as to not be judged with the usual stereotypes.

This hurts him a little though. Because it doesn't matter how much he hates the institution he works for, being a teacher itself it's something that has given him some highlights in his life.

Meanwhile, Dark wishes he hadn't promised to keep himself hidden outside that hotel. It was a treat they made when it all started, and it was good until now.

There's no way Dark can conquer Mark's mind, even though they both know how bad the consequences could be.

"It was awesome meeting you, Corey, but I have to go." The American says after finishing his coffee.

There is no actual reason for him to leave other than having a good rest tonight.

However, there are millions of possibilities already wandering in the other's mind.

It is almost the time their current sinful meetings happen; was he going to go f**k another man afterwards?

Does the constant eyeing they give to each other, mean nothing more than just a gesture?

Does Mark even care about the person that lies within his angel's body?

And the red-haired man seems to read every doubt that hides behind his companion's eyes.

"I'm dealing with a business course and that has kept me from sleeping properly in the past few days." Mark apologizes, his chocolate eyes showing honesty and care.

Corey smiles, believing in his words with no further questioning.

"It's fine. Hope to see you soon, Mark." He concludes.

The man in front of him gets up from the boot and leaves some money over the table, loving the way his name sounds in Corey's lips.

"Me too."

"Oh, and I invited you, it wouldn't be fair if you paid for this."

"Life isn't fair." The slightly taller says with a chuckle. "But maybe you can pay the dinner next Friday." After a wink, the man walks away, leaving Corey with a heavy sigh flooded with hope.

His heart starts healing in that moment, careless of whatever the future has for it.

The next day, the Irish swears that the Sun shines brighter.

It's only in his mind though. The sky could be falling down in pieces and he'd still feel alive like never before.

"Hi, Jess." He greets cheerfully, causing the woman to look back at him with curiosity.

"Hi, Corey. Is your problem fixed now?" She asks, genuinely worried about the lie she heard from her friend just days ago.

"Yeah, thanks for asking."

"That makes me really happy to hear!" She says excitedly, making her way to the blond man. "I was wondering if you'd like to be a judge in this year's talent show."

Corey furrows his eyebrows. "Why me?" He asks confused. The people in charge of organizing those events are always linked with art, something he considered wasn't one of his strong features.

"Mr. Smith is dealing with some personal stuff right now and I really need someone to cover him, at least for the auditions." She informs in a softer tone, not wanting people to hear. "Please, it will only be one day, that's all." Jess adds, putting her hands together as a plead.

"When are the auditions?"

"I was thinking about this Saturday, maybe?" She offers, unsure if the date may make him change his mind.

To her surprise, it doesn't.

"Yeah, it sounds fun. At 9 am I'm guessing."

"Sure! Yes!" She says with surprise. "Thank you so much!" She then hugs him, yet he steps back with a new excuse and walks away to his classroom.

If Corey was completely honest, he'd admit that being a judge was the worst idea in the world. However, when you compare that situation with having to deal with another uncomfortable breakfast with his parents, it doesn't sound bad at all.

Therefore, he calls Mr. and Mrs. Wallcox as soon as school ends.

They wonder if their son is just making up some reason to skip their meeting, but they both feel more comfortable after hearing Jess' name through the speaker.

Corey rolls his eyes as he hangs up, forgetting he had scheduled a night with Dark today until he reads his message.

"Will you still want my service tonight?"

-Dark

The pale takes a deep breath and bites his lower lip before typing his response.

"Sure."

-Corey

He lets doubt take the best of him until the moment he enters their room at the hotel.

The door opens ever so slowly as the other man ponders in his mind everything that yesterday involved. Relief fills his lungs as he breathes since now, he knows that there's no need for him to try something new. He'll keep this client for as long as he wants. And this makes Dark a little stronger.

He finally steps in, smiling at the cute, worried look his angel has.

They walk to each other rather desperately, colliding their lips together, showing how much they've missed each other's bodies.

As his neck is bitten by sharp teeth, Corey can't think of anything else other than bliss.

He goes back to his loud moans as every muscle he owns tenses underneath his lover's touch.

Dark licks the c*m from the head of his p***s before turning the skinny man around on his stomach to their usual position.

Corey's back still shows scratches from their last encounter and this time, instead of making the blood come out again from the scars, Mark leans down to kiss the damaged skin; just to be immediately stopped by Dark, who puts his legs around his waist and explores his insides with two fingers, gaining nothing but a groan from the submissive man that lies on the white sheets of the mattress, his hands grazing to anything near them, as always.

What does change though, is the fact that Dark stays.

He takes a shower after creating the mess on their bed; but, as he goes back from the bathroom to say goodbye, he doesn't find the strength to wake up the blond for such a stupid reason.

Instead, he sits down on the floor next to the mattress.

Mark's hand reaches for a stray lock of blond hair that was covering the angelic, peaceful face in front of him.

A heavy sigh escapes his lips as he takes in the beauty that he'll never admit he's grown to love.