His breaths were only soft yet somehow filled the entire space. He couldn't sleep, despite the gentle warmth of Jack in the bed beside him, and so he stared at the screen that flickered slightly with a blueish tint lighting his face. Dark bickered idly at the back of his mind, arguing he could find a way to help Mark sleep if only Mark would untie him.. but in truth, Mark liked nights he couldn't sleep.
After sending a couple of raw files to render, and sipping idly from a soda can that had been at his desk since the morning, he minimizes the program and was met with a selfie of him and Jack from the airport as his wallpaper. Mark had always known he was gonna tell Jack his feelings, but he had never expected the other to take to it so well, or so instantly. And now, only a few short months later, Jack lay in his bed most every night.
He idly rubbed at his bare chest, heart skipping in its irregular beat. He'd had enough health scares to know about what was important. Even on nights he couldn't sleep, he treasured each moment. As he span on his chair, turning off his monitor for the night, he caught sight of Jack... taking a moment to smile. The moonlight slipping through the window highlighted the soft curve of his cheek, and Mark found himself memorizing the way each dyed green strand fell across the pillow.
He stood, slowly as to not make noise and wake his lover, stripping down from his boxers and sliding into the bed. His arms secured around Jack, being as careful as he could, kissing a few flyaway strands of hair. He knew Jack would complain about his bedhead in the morning, and he knew he would just laugh and call him cute... but under the soft moonlight, all Mark could smell was warm sandlewood, lemon and menthol, wrapped entirely in the experience of the other.
He wouldn't tell Jack this when he woke... obviously. But in this moment, Jack was all Mark needed.