Title: When You're Ready
Rating: MA
Pairing: Mark/Chord, Dianna/Lea
Summary: Mark and Chord have been dancing around each other since Chord started on Glee. Everything was going towards something until it wasn't, which depressed Mark. But could it be he misunderstood? For a GKM fill: . ?thread=46351034#t46351034
Word Count: 2,296
Genre: Slash/Romance/Angst
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee or any characters. Am not making any money for this. Do NOT know these people portrayed in this RPF. This is NOTan accurate description of their life, how they are, where they live, or anything about them. Just a girl getting shits and giggles out of writing a story.
A/N: Another RPF for Sallingstreet. Yes, I love this pairing. So what? LOL.
When You're Ready
Mark Salling was sitting in the chair of the set's choir room glaring down at his phone, pretending not to hear the girly giggles and tittering coming from across the room. It had become his standardized position for the last week at least, and he was quickly growing sick of it. However, it was better than looking up and feeling the stab through the heart again and again.
God.
He used to look forward to coming to work. To being around his friends, and being on set…being with him. Now every morning it was like calling forth all his strength to get up and shower so he isn't late.
And it was all his fault.
Mark did look up and send his glare over to the source of his ire; which is also where the noise was coming from. Chord Overstreet. The one currently making a couple crew women and Naya Rivera gush over his impressions, and funny stories. The one who is a dirty, rotten liar that lead Mark to believe that they had something special going on.
The one that Mark can't seem to get out of his head.
He turns his face back to his phone and makes a noise of frustration.
This wasn't like him, you know? Mark doesn't get hung up on people. He learned a long time ago that when you let people get that close to you all they do is hurt you. And after his last heartbreak he promised himself never again. He put a wall around his heart and anybody that even remotely came close to getting to him he cut off immediately.
But there was something about Chord that broke past that and made him trust him.
It could have been his persistence. Even though Mark did his best to be an ass and get Chord to leave him alone, Chord always showed up every morning outside his trailer and waited for him. Brought his favorite bagel from Western Bagel and his green tea from craft services. Didn't matter how early they were supposed to be there.
But it also could have been his soft touches. Mark was used to people, even women, being rough with him. Shoulder slaps, shoves, rough and dirty sex…never besides his family had he anybody just touch him. But Chord did. Chord touched him all the time. On his arm. His back. His leg. His cheek. God. Chord would touch him and it was like his entire world was focused on that one touch. He loved that.
But no, it was probably the way Chord talked to him. Most people didn't know how smart Mark was. It made it hard at times to communicate with people on a normal level, because they didn't understand his theories or his science journals. But Chord listened to him, and would ask him questions. Never made him feel strange or out of place. Chord made him feel normal.
Yeah. That's what it was. Chord made him feel normal.
And now Chord was basically ignoring him, and the Texan hated him for it.
It started a week ago, their decline from practically attached at the hip and Mark constantly gazing at him (hopefully discreet enough that nobody noticed); and into this almost stalemate. Mark was coming back from his trailer when Jenna had said that Chord was looking for him. That had made him immensely happy, so he tried to hurry without hurrying to where she said he was.
But when he got there…
Chord was talking in some girl's ear, making her laugh and blush. Which in and of itself isn't that weird, Chord is funny. But then he hugged her. And kissed her forehead.
And the kiss lingered like…like how you would kiss the forehead of someone really important to you. Someone you love.
His heart quite literally shattered. Chord must have asked for him to come there to meet his new girlfriend. So Mark did the only sensible thing. He ran to the director and claimed he was feeling extremely sick. That he had just puked in the boys bathroom. And the flushed tone of his cheeks and tears in his eye made him look really sick, so it actually helped his cause.
The director told him to go home, and call that night to check in and see if he was going to be well enough to keep going the next day. But Mark didn't care about anything, he just wanted to get away before Chord saw him. So as soon as he agreed he left in a rush.
He spent that whole night pretty much crying until he had no tears left. He didn't know what he had done wrong. Was he too slow? Or not sexy enough? Or forward enough. Did Chord just get sick of listening to him, because truth be told he was only after a piece of easy ass?
Every new scenario he came up with just made everything immensely worse, and finally he just decided to stop the nonsense. If Chord didn't love him back, it wasn't his fault.
It wasn't…right?
"Mark!" Someone called getting his attention.
He looked up startled, and saw Ryan waving him over off the stage. He nodded and sighed to himself. Heartaches or not, the show must go on.
~M&C~
Oh but Mark was in Heaven as Chord moved his lips over his, dominating his mouth. He moaned and let himself be rolled on the bed to the other side; and with an "oompf" Chord settled on top of him. Mark felt a noise of satisfaction rise in his throat only to have it be swallowed by another deep kiss.
Chord's hands were everywhere and Mark responded in kind by running his own up and down his back and wrapping his legs around Chord's waist.
"Oh," Mark moaned, as Chord let his lips go long enough to kiss down his neck and over to his ear. "Chord, please."
"Please what?"
Mark whined as he felt Chord rock his erection into his own, "You know what. Stop teasing me."
Chord pulled back and stared down into Mark's lust blown eyes and smirked. "But you beg so pretty," he said lowly, and rubbed his nose along his shoulder.
Mark felt his breath hitch.
"Come on, baby," Chord goaded as he kissed along the Texan's collarbone drawing another whine. "Beg me," he growled and he took Mark's hands put them above his head. "Beg me to fuck you."
"Oh Chord!" Mark called out and spread his legs a little wider as he wound them a little tighter around Chord's waist. "P-Please do i-it."
"Say it," Chord said and started sucking on the ear lone in front of him.
Mark tilted his neck as much as he could, wanting more more more. "Ah-ahhh," he answered intelligently, and Chord grinded his cock against him in retaliation. "Oh, god, Chord. Fuck me!" He practically screamed. "Please fuck me," he begged feeling tears of frustration come forward.
Chord pulled back from his ear and kissed him softly. Running his tongue along his lips and groaning as Mark lets him back into his mouth. "Gonna make it good Mark…Mark…Mark…MARK!
Mark snapped out of his daydream with a gasp and looked up into the annoyed face of Lea, nearly dropping the script in his hands.
"Nice of you to finally start paying attention," she says, with a hand on her hip.
Mark gave her his best apologetic look, "I'm sorry. I was just – "
Well he didn't have an answer for that, because he certainly couldn't tell her the truth.
Lea just rolls her eyes and sighs as she sits down. "We need to run our lines. I was just asking how you wanted to do this."
Mark pulled his brows together, "Do what?"
She opened her script up to the part Mark got lost on in a daydream. "This. The make-out scene. How do you want to do this?" Mark paled slightly and cleared his throat which Lea didn't notice as she kept talking. "I don't know about you, but I don't really think it would be appropriate if we did this too over the top."
"No, completely agreed!" Mark said almost too quickly.
Lea shot him a suspicious look. "Are you okay? You seem…off."
"Yeah!" Mark said and stood up, gathering his script and water. "Yeah, no, I'm fine."
She kept staring at him and said, "Are you sure because lately you've been acting very weird, and it's starting to worry us. Especially Chord."
That stopped Mark where he was. "Chord's been…asking about me?"
"Well yeah, apparently you were supposed to meet up with him so he could introduce you to his sister, but you got some kind rapid on set stomach bug and had to run from Paramount as fast as your Subaru could take you." She looks at the musician who was sitting in shock. "And I mean you guys were like inseparable and then this last week you've been sitting all by yourself. It's weird. It's like, what's up with you?"
Chord's sister?
Mark thought about that for minute. That girl he saw hugging and kissing her forehead, was his sister. He feels like such an idiot. Could it really be that he made up in his own head Chord's flirting with other people, and Chord was just talking to other people because he himself was ignoring Chord?
"Huh," he mumbled.
Lea continued looking at him strange, so he said, "I think I messed something up. So I need you to help me fix it. Can you?"
"I guess?" she answered confused.
Mark nodded and sat back down, "Great. Then we're going to actually need to be a little more over the top…"
~M&C~
Chord was seething as he sat on the sidelines and watched Mark make out with Lea on the prop bed.
He knew logically it was only acting, but if he didn't know better he would say Mark was actually into it.
Lea too.
It was like they were reuniting after a long time apart, and oh my god. Was that a moan? Mark's moan?
"What the fuck?" Chord whispered to himself in disbelief, unable to turn away.
Dianna chose that moment to show up at his side, munching a bag of trail mix. "What?" she asked him quietly, offering him a some of her snack which he shook his head at.
"Mark and Lea. What the fuck are they doing?" he answered her.
Dianna looked over at them. "It's kinda obvious what they're doing," she giggled. "But it's all for show."
"And cut!" the director called.
The two on the bed pulled apart immediately and laughed with one another. Chord could hear them whispering to each other which only served to further piss him off. Mark only talked and grinned like that with him.
"What is up with you two lately?" Dianna asked around a mouthful of her stuff. "You were all over each other and this past week you've been North and South poles."
Chord sighs. He honestly didn't have answer to that. One day everything was going great. Mark was falling for his seduction plan hook, line and sinker…the next it was like pulling teeth just to get the man to say hello. He couldn't figure out what had happened, but obviously it was enough to send Mark into the arms of Lea.
"…purposely baiting you, or something."
Chord snapped out of his thoughts. "What?" he asked her.
Dianna shot him an annoyed look. "I said it's like he's purposely baiting you or something," she said again.
"What? No it's no-" he looked over at Mark and saw the over exaggerate flirting, Mark looking around catching his eye briefly and blushing before looking away quickly. "Well I'll be damned," he mumbled.
His boy was trying to make him jealous.
Dianna just continued to smirk at Chord as the information sank in for him. "I'd say Marky-boy is trying to send some kind of message."
"Yeah that I'm an idiot," the guitarist sighed with a chuckle. He looks over at the blonde woman, "I've been trying to catch his ass for months, but it turns out I already had."
"Somehow though," she chimed in, "the wires have gotten crossed, and he must think you've lost interest in him."
Chord outright laughs at that. "That's ridiculous. Mark is –"
He looks over at the laughing Texan who was now lightly hitting Lea with a pillow and getting scolded by the on-set hair person for messing it up.
What was Mark?
Quiet, intelligent, sarcastic, honest, caring, gentle despite the fact that most weren't with him, loyal, dependable, musically gifted, the most beautiful man he's ever met both inside and out…
" – mine." Chord said simply. "Mark is mine. And I'm going to show him that."
Dianna smiled at her co-star. "Well then get to it."
Chord nodded and smiled as he watched Mark's whole face light up in laughter as Lea shoved him from the bed and called him an asshole.
"Yeah."