Message In A Bottle ↬Markson

Chapter 18

The next morning the couple woke up around 10am. Jackson was peacefully laying in Mark's arms, his head on Mark's chest, arm around Mark's torso and his leg across Mark's, his mouth slightly agape and snoring softly.

Mark is holding Jackson closely, his hand resting in Jackson's brown soft hair. He too, was still asleep but not for long. Mark felt a slight ache in his stomach, causing him to wince a little and wake up from his sleep. His eyebrows furrow as he opens his eyes and squishes them close when he notices the brightness of the room they were in.

Mark feels another ache in his stomach, causing him to groan softly. He is cautious because he doesn't want to wake Jackson up. He remembers he hasn't eaten in a while and that's probably also why his stomach is aching like a bitch.

Then he remembers why he hasn't eaten for a while, the memory flashes back in front of him when he remembers Jackson's pretty sweaty face underneath him.

He smiles softly at the memory they made together yesterday evening. He can't love his boyfriend more than he does now, or maybe he can, but he doesn't know that since this is the most attraction he has ever had to someone before. He would do anything to keep this feeling and to protect Jackson, he can't let anything happen to him.

Mark looks down at Jackson and starts brushing his hair with his fingers. The younger doesn't notice and keeps on sleeping soundly. Mark loves moments like his, them just being there, together. As if anything and everything is meant to be like this. Screw that, everything is meant to be like this, Mark truly, deeply believes that.

After a while though, Mark gets a little bored and more hungry. His stomach starts to growl loudly and he can't do anything against it. His stomach has its own will and it will not shut up until it has some food inside.

Mark tries to quiet his stomach down, by putting pressure on it or to even not think about food, but nothing is helping. He needs to get up and he needs to get some food. He knows he needs to but he also doesn't want to wake Jackson up. His boyfriend must be so tired, maybe in general but also maybe because of last night. Mark decides not to dwell on it before the thought causes a boner. And now he has gotten the real deal he isn't sure if his hand will do.

Mark softly shakes Jackson, in hope he will stir awake. He notices it doesn't work because Jackson keeps sleeping, if not sleeping in more, because the way he snuggled against Mark more really makes it seem he is almost falling in a deeper state of sleeping than actually waking up. Mark shakes Jackson again, but this time a little rougher, also calling his name after a couple of times.

Jackson only now stirs awake and opens his eyes slowly, also squishing them together when he notices how bright it is in their bedroom. Mark finds Jackson's facial expression adorable and can't just help but chuckle slightly. Jackson turns his face to Mark and reaches up to pull him in for a morning kiss.

Their lips touch and the kiss is soft and slow. Their lips just moving against each other, they both close their eyes and Mark cups Jackson's face with one hand, pulling him in a little more. The kiss is sweet and when they pull away Jackson just stares into Mark's eyes for a second, Mark staring right back at him. They smile at each other, completely caught up in their own world.

They give each other a quick peck on the lips and giggle a little bit. Just from how domestic and lovingly the situation is. "So how did my beautiful boyfriend sleep?" Mark asks, his hand still cupping Jackson's face and his thumb stroking Jackson's cheek. Jackson leans in to the touch and lets out a breath. "It couldn't be better." He answers and smiles at Mark.

Mark's stomach rumbles once again and Mark's eyes widen, blushing a little out of embarrassment. "Seems like someone is hungry." Jackson teases. Mark laughs and playfully pushes Jackson, Jackson laughs too and gives him a sweet smile.