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—most private thoughts.)

Woulda let you fuck me until I whined and cried. Until it was too much and even then I would have asked for more.

—sense.)

You should have. I would have let you. I would have let you done anything to me.

(The first half was certainly true. Mark knew good and well that he was attracted to Rip. The second half was less sure though. Maybe that was the rock talking. Maybe it was genuinely straight from Mark’s—

You’re a handsome guy. Anyone would have to be stupid to not get a good look at you occasionally.

(Mark thought that his response might have been too open. Too raw. That wasn’t enough to get him to stop though, eyes screwing closed as he attempted to put together literally anything that made—

—was pretty quickly gone, leaving Mark with a surprising lack of confidence.)

Do people really wear this?

(Mark’s laughter probably could have been heard from the dressing room, but at least it seemed to be in all good fun. Moments later, Mark had finally pulled on the clothes and forced himself out. From his expression, he didn’t look exactly sold.)

I don’t know about this…

(The teasing attitude—

Then you should sleep on the floor, see how it feels. This looks like a pretty nice floor, honestly. Clean and tidy.

(Mark couldn’t help but smile, his mischievousness barely restrained.)

We could meet in the middle and settle on the couch.

—the clothes and try them on.)

Your personality is… fine! It’s unique!

(That was an obvious tease, but Mark still hurriedly ducked into the changing room to try on everything.)

Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m too stuck in my own ways and I enjoy wallowing in my negative emotions.

(Mark’s tone suggested that was a joke, but for a moment, he could have sworn he heard his mother’s voice saying exactly that. He wasn’t too keen on that, so he was more than happy to gather up—

I… I wouldn’t say no, if that’s what you’re implyin’.

(Mark wasn’t expecting to be invited to something like that. It was almost enough to make him flustered, but he knew better than to turn it down.)

Yeah, I think so. It’s been a pretty good time here.

—almost instantly fluttering shut the moment he felt Rip’s hand on him.)

Fuck— I…

(He was still struggling to put together the right words, mind feeling absolutely clouded.)

It’s even better when it’s someone else’s touch.

—out of being embarrassed about everything later.)

See? I wasn’t actin’. Nothin’ feels like this. It’s brand new.

(Mark’s eyes scanned where Rip laid his hand on the mysterious stone, instantly looking over to judge his reaction. Mark didn’t get the chance to get much of an eyeful though, eyes—

I’m not a good enough actor to be bluffin’.

(Mark pulled together an almost unfocused grin, apparently finding his little statement much funnier than it actually was. Maybe it was from his altered state of mind. That’s at least what Mark would tell himself later. Maybe he’d have to talk himself—

—couldn’t remember any of it.)

I think you would have liked him. Maybe I only liked his company because he was interestin’. It sure wasn’t for his personality.

(Mark paused for a moment, staring at the clothes.)

And I’m supposed to try them on??

I’m not sure if I would do well with all of the attention, honestly. I mean, it sounds like it would be nice in theory, but in practice?

(Mark wasn’t sure how he felt about being the center of attention. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever been it, except for maybe when he was an infant. Too bad he—

A room? I was gonna sleep on the floor or couch or somethin’…

(The couch was already sounding like a pretty sweet deal. It was better than a whole lot of places than he’d slept. Even better than where he lived in his own bed.)

Actually? I’ve enjoyed it. Peoples been nice and so have you.

—you could imagine. It’s— it’s crazy. What you’re feelin’ right now is nothin’ to what I feel.

(Mark was moments away from saying Rip absolutely had to try it. It was still about to spill out of his mouth.)

Felt great in my hands. Can’t even explain this.

It feels— It feels…

(Mark trailed off, mind short circuiting, refusing to let himself come up with any proper description to even begin to say how he felt. He forced himself to slow down to a surprisingly slow pace for anyone, quite literally feeling like torture to Mark.)

It feels better than—

—professional store.)

I… well— yes and no. He was an extremely complicated person.

(And well, Mark’s life had definitely been easier without him around.)

I… wow. Um— I don’t know. Don’t you think it’s a little um… decretive?

He did dress sharp. Made the girls like him an awful lot. A whole lot more than me and the rest of our friends.

(Second hand stores were where it was at as far as Mark was concerned. Cheaper things and less security. It was always easier to pull something over on a mom and pop shop than an actual—

Too late. You have proof now.

(Mark’s smile was almost mischievous. Almost teasing. It was all in good fun, but Mark just couldn’t help himself.)

Yeah, I don’t mind stayin’ and waitin’ until in the mornin’. Especially if it means I have an actual house to sleep in.

—we’re completely shed, underwear more than eagerly being taken off also.)

Directly against the rock? If it felt that way on my hands…

(What was Mark on about? Even he didn’t know. Especially since he was already eagerly pressing himself against said rock, a moan slipping out almost immediately.)

(Mark met Rip’s eyes for the time being, mind rushing to connect everything that was being said. It felt voyeuristic, but Mark was already unbuttoning his pants. For a moment, he considered just pulling down his pants far enough to get his cock out, but no, that wasn’t exposing enough. Soon, they—

—I understand what you mean, it’s just hard for me to care sometimes.

—never really knew what he was trying to say.)

He wasn’t like you. Stole almost all of his suits second hand from charity shops. They were all nice though, maybe five years ago when they were in season.

(At least the thought of that made Mark smile, even though there wasn’t much power behind it.)—

You sound like my friend, Simon. Always sayin’ things about how the suit makes the man and all that shit. I’ve never gotten it. Never understood it. Maybe that’s why I haven’t gotten that far in life. Who knows?

(Mark paused his speaking, not entirely sure what he was trying to say. Maybe he—

—fascinating person.)

Depends. What sort of work would I be doin’?

—didn’t think you were interestin’, I wouldn’t be standin’ here talkin’ to you. We’ve already done more than just get high and have sex. We’ve had conversations. Real ones. Isn’t that proof enough that I find you interestin’?

(Strangely enough, Mark meant it. He really did think that Rip was a—

I’ll tell you the truth. The total truth. I did wanna come here for the free drugs and the free food, but I did think you were interestin’ from the start.

(Mark paused, seemingly just to grab another one of the mozzarella bites, but it was also just a good opportunity to think to himself.)

If I—

—around whatever they had found and finish the job. Thankfully, he was a too clear headed for that.)

I… I don’t know if I should. I feel perfectly good and healthy. Just— just like if I don’t get off or at least touch myself soon, I’ll be in misery

If it’s not a sex toy then I don’t what it could possibly be used for, unless they respond to stimulations like this totally differently than I do. I highly doubt that though. This wouldn’t work so perfectly if they were that different.

(Mark practically wanted to whine. To wrap his hands back—