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MARK'S P.O.V.
"I'll walk you back to class," I told him, recluntantly. Jeff looks up at me with those adorable green eyes. "Do you want me to go?" "Hell no, but I have this feeling that we're gonna get interrupted." "Meehh, when the time comes, the time comes." "Sure?" He nods, and that's all I need as I wrap my arms around him and kiss him. he wraps his arms around my neck, and his tongue tentaly licks my lower lip. I open my mouth to him, letting him taste me, and I, him. I broke the kiss, giving him time to breathe. I pepper his cheeks, his jaw, and his neck with little nibbles and bites. I make my way to his collarbone, not knowing how ticklish he is there. My Jeff started giggling. "Babe, hahaha! Stop it! It tickles!" I chuckled, and sucked a lil harder in that spot. His fingers started threading through my hair and he pulled. I growled and nipped him in that spot. Jeff's knees started buckling. "Come on, baby. Hang on to me." I told him. I guided him to my desk and sat down in the chair. I pulled him on my lap, lowered the chair to the color, and leaned all the way back, so Jeff was basically laying on me. I looked up at him and told him, "You're beautiful, baby." He just blushed and looked down. I pulled his chin up with my finger. "Nah, baby, I mean it. You. Are. Gorgeous. Sexy. Beautiful. Smart. Hella Creative. Honest. And. I. Love. You. The. Way. You. Are!" I punctuated every word with a kiss on his lips.
No P.O.V.
The kissing got deeper, each wanting and needing more. Jeff moaned and thrusted forward, making Mark grab onto him and thrust back. The sound that Jeff made that when Mark did went all the way to Mark's cock. Jeff started trying to take his mesh top off. Mark tried to help him. "No—Stop Marky! You're gonna rip it and its my favorite one!" Jeff said, pouting and trying to pry Mark's fingers away from his top. Before Mark could say anything, the door opened and there stood Glenn and Phil, with a very sneaky smile on his face. Jeff squeaked and jumped about 5 ft. into the air. He scrambled behind Mark, who had stood up. Mark pulled Jeff into his arms and was trying to soothe his man. "What tha fuck do ya want? It betta be an emergency, and y'all not bleeding, so what he fuck is it?" Mark growled. Phil only clapped his hands together and squeaked and jumped into Glenn's arms. "Told ya they were together! Now you gotta wear the costume!" he does a little dance in Glenn's arms. "whooaa! Nuh-uh! We neva agreed on that!" Phil pouts and does the puppy-dog eyes. "No, and stop looking at me like that." Glenn looks away and then looks back. "Fine, I'll wear the damn outfit." "YES!" Jeffy just rolls his eyes and comes out from behind Mark. "Come on Phil, we gotta go. I would have y'all over, but I tink my dad's coming back tonight, and I'd rather not die." Phil pouts, "Fine. Bye baby. Love you." They kiss. "Love you too, Philly." Jeff went over to Mark. "Love you more honey." "Nonetheless and more, love." They kiss, but are broken up with Phil dragging Jeff away from Mark. They leave.
MARK'S P.O.V.
Something wasn't quite right, and it just wasn't Jeff's feeling. Something bad is gonna happen and not just anotha beating. I can fucking feel it. Shit! These feelings are ALWAYS right, no matta what. Damnit, I said I wasn't gonna pick up anotha shotgun! Fuck it, I'm not gonna lost Jeff, and I'll go to hell and back for him. Fuck all these damn consequences! Glenn looked at me. "Bro, what's wrong?" "Somethings' going down tonight. Call Phil, tell him to be on guard and to tell Jeff. Nobody's gonna fuck with him now. And we're gonna need the truck and the sawed off shotguns." "Serious?""Yeah, I know what you told Phil and if you not in, I understand, imma try and make him the same promise once this is over.""Haven't I always told you, I got you. I know I made a promise to him. And he understands when shit gotta get done, shit gotta get done. He's not a bad shot, ya know?" I roll my eyes and chuckle a little bit. "Remind me later.""Gotcha." We shake hands and leave to get ready for tonight.
JEFF'S P.O.V.
After Phil and I left, we just roamed the halls for a bit. "You're thinking too hard again, honey." "I know. I just have this bad feeling. Like something's bad gonna happen." Phil's phone rang and it was Glenn. When they got done with the conversation, he looked at me. I sighed, knowing. "I know. If he does something crazy, then you have got to get out of there. Say something if you have to, I don't care. I'd rather he hurt me than you.""But Mark—""This isn't about him! This is about you! You are my brother! All I have right now, besides those two men, and dammit, you're gonna promise me!" Phil just looked at me and nodded, face grim. We did our handshake and went to my house.
A few hours later, we were at my house, nervous wrecks. Dinner was fixed and the house was squeaky clean. He was nervous. I was nervous. The bad feeling kept coming back. I kept getting chills down my spine. "Are the guys on their way?" Phil whispered. "Yeah, they're here." "Good.""Hon, you can leave now, you don't have to stay.""I know. But we're brothers and we stick together.""Love you.""Love you more, Jeffy." I heard a car door slam. We both froze in our spots. I heard the keys in the lock, and we started talking about combustion of a chemical equation. Then the door opened.
MARK'S P.O.V.
My leg wouldn't stop moving. Dammit! "If you don't stop your leg, imma chop it off.""And imma chop off your dick. Point Mark." I saw a truck pull in the driveway and a man gets out…with a bottle of whiskey. The hard kind. 100 proof. Ohh shit! "First sign of complication, we bust in there guns blazing.""Copy that."
JEFF'S P.O.V.
OHH SHIT. HE HAS THAT 100 PROOF WHISKEY AGAIN! I'M DEAD. PHIL'S DEAD. MARK'S DEAD. GLENN'S DEAD. EVERY-FUCKING-BODY'S DEAD! "Hey Dad." My voice didn't crack. Thank God! It seemed as if he didn't know who I was for a moment; then came the reply. "Hey boy.""I-uh made you dinner.""Uh-huh, what the fuck I say bout saying 'uh' and stammering?""That real men don't stutter, stammer, say uh or yeah." I mumble the hated mantra. He got in my face. "What you say boy?" He asked me, eyes, so like my own, cold. Dead. Lifeless. I repeated the mantra a little louder. "That's right boy." He turned and that's when he noticed Phil. "Oh hey Philip." "Hello Sir.""This slut still dress like a pansy?" My eyes watered at the insult and my head hung down. I could tell that Phil tried to cover the gasp he emmited. "No Sir." Came his reply. "Good, at least something good is rubbing off on his pansy ass. Did you know I caught his ass wearing a skirt?" My eyes got wide and I tried to tell Phil through gestures behind my dad's back that he should agree and not disagree. But did he see me, nope. Phil laughed and said, "Sir, that's a kilt.""Does it look like I give two flying-fucks about what its called?" "But Sir—" OHH FUCK. WE'RE SCREWED! "Ya know what? Get the fuck outta my house and don' ya come back, tryna tell me what the hell a skirt is called! It's a fucking skirt!" Phil looked at me. 'Just go and get the guys' I mouthed to him. "Sorry Sir." He said and headed for the door and my dad slammed it. He turned to me and smiled this crazy sadistic smile and said, "Let's have some fun now, shall we?"
MARK'S P.O.V.
We saw Phil coming towards the truck. "What happened?" I demanded as soon as he was in the truck and in Glenn's lap. He told us what happened. When he got done, I knew. "He's gonna try tonight." "Try what?" Glenn asked.
JEFF'S P.O.V.
I went into the kitchen to heat up dad's food. "Dad, do you wan—" I felt his arms encircle my waist and I started panicking. Only Mark was allowed to wrap his arms around me like that. "Dad, what are you doing?""What I should have done years ago." He said and kissed me, forcing his tongue down my throat. I finally pushed him off of me and tried to run. He grabbed me and forced a rag into my mouth and I knew instantly that it was chloroform. I tried to hold my breath and "seemed" to fall out. He took the tag and threw me on the dining room table and tried to chain me down on it. I "woke up" and kicked the shit out of him, and tried taking off the shackles he managed to get on my leg. He came out of nowhere with that whiskey bottle and tried to bash my head in. I managed to duck and scream loud. Hoping. Praying that Mark, Glenn, or Phil, hell even the damn neighbors heard me! I wasn't paying attention and that's when I blacked out. Love you Mark, more than you could ever know. Love you Phil and Glenn. Guess I'll get to see ya early Ma, Arra, and Evvy. Love ya Matty and..Matt, heh…fuck it hurts! I want Marky….
MARK'S P.O.V.
All I heard was a scream and shouting. I jumped out the truck, grabbed my shotgun, and ran towards the house. Shit, I hope I wasn't too late. I have to get to Jeffy. He's my everything, and I need him! Fuck, this bastard gonna make me kill him!
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