Jack was going to have a heart attack. He swears he is. His heart was pounding in his ears and he couldn't grasp the words that were hiding in the back of his throat. He was going to cry, scream and fall down to his knees all the same time because Mark knew. "I..." he tried weakly, voice cracking, and he just couldn't say anything at all.
Mark's face dropped and he raised a hand before taking a cautious step forward, "Jack, it's okay. You look like you're about to throw up. Just breathe."
"I- You know what that is?" he sputtered out, stumbling over his words as he started to ramble, "What even made you ask? Are you into that? Mark what is happening?"
"Yes." Mark said, "I know what it is. I'm not judging you. I... I've been really curious about it-and you, for a while. I don't know if I'm into-no, fuck it, I'm into it with you. I don't know if it stems any more beyond that, but I definitely like the idea... with you."
They're just awkwardly bumbling at each other for a good minute, one person rushing out a breathless slur of questions before the other answers and asks more. It takes a while before they're both calmer, breathing easy again and able to talk like normal human beings.
By that time, they've wound up on the couch, Jack sitting at one end and Mark on the other. It's easier to talk, but just as hard to look each other in the eye. Jack is still jittery, he'd dug out the little bit of alcohol in Mark's cupboards and is nursing a glass of cheap whiskey as they talked, but he no longer looked like he was going to fall over from shock.
"So... you've been lookin' this stuff up for... what, a good few months?" Jack asked conversationally before taking another sip.
"Ever since that "Who's Your Daddy" episode."
Jack raised his glass with a pointed finger, "Ha! I knew I couldn't've gotten away with that!"
Mark smiled, "You might have, but I took a look at the comments and they really gave you away."
"Traitors." Jack huffed, and kicks back another big gulp.
"And you've been into this for years?"
Jack nodded, "Knew I was a little in... I think late high school. Like, right at the end."
Mark snorted, "So you went to college knowing? How did that go?"
"Made a few kinky friends, let a few people spank me and tried to deny that I was really into all of it." he snickered, "Spent a lotta time trying to convince myself I just liked spankin' and callin' people Daddy."
"Anything serious?"
Jack eyed him suspiciously, but after a short moment, he merely shrugged, "Not really. I mean there was one guy I liked, but I didn't really... trust him enough to talk about this stuff. Had a serious girlfriend for a while too. Couldn't say a damn thing."
Mark nodded, almost wishing he'd accepted that shot Jack had offered him earlier, "So you don't have a Daddy now?"
"Nope."
Mark licked his lips. "Do you want one?"
Jack smiled, "Well duh. That's like... one of the high points- perks. I think I meant to say perks -of this kinda thing."
Apparently tipsy Jack wasn't good with subtly. Mark cracked his neck once, buying himself a little time to gather the courage to ask it outright. He squared his shoulders, trying to appear just a little bigger as he finally forced himself to ask the dreaded question, "Would you ever consider me?"
Jack's glass stopped just short of his lips, "What?"
"Would you ever consider me? As your Daddy?"
Mark had once watched Jack do an unboxing for some fan mail. When he'd opened the biggest package, pulling out an assortment of completely inappropriate gifts; packets and packets of condoms, lubricant (some even flavored), and an absolutely massive green dildo. Mark remembered the look of complete surprise, wide eyes and a generous blush staining his cheeks at the implication of all these gifts.
Jack wore the same, slightly terrified expression now. "Are- Are ya serious? I mean, you know what that is, right?"
His tongue darted out to self consciously lick his lips as Mark shifted in his head, arms crossed over his chest, "I... don't have any experience, but I'm learning. I'd kinda... like to learn with you." he said, and the anxiety was killing him, "If that's okay with you."
Jack smiled, and jumped up from his seat to wrap his arms around Mark's broad shoulders, "Yes. Yes, I'd like that. Thank you."
Mark scoffed, "Thank you. Do you know how terrified I was to ask?"
Jack laughed, voice light and free with the help of the alcohol. When he pulled out of the hug, arms still loosely draped around Mark's neck, they were close. Closer than either had been expecting. It could have been the alcohol, the rush of such acceptance and opening up to one another... or maybe just the fact that they had both been circling around each other for so long... but their mouths inched closer, little by little, until the first shy touch sparked a fire in their bellies.
Mark pulled Jack into his lap without any preamble, kissing with passion and the curiosity that came with every new relationship. Jack made a little noise as he climbed on top of Mark, more than happy with the proceedings and smiling into the kisses. He ran his hands through Mark's styled hair with a giddy satisfaction, knowing it would be mussied because of him. He's gotten to fuck with Mark's perfect hair. He had Mark's tongue down his throat.
Jack's only just started to encourage more, moving his hips down and against Mark's in an encouraging manner, moaning a little against his lips and guiding one of the hands on his back down to cup his ass, when Mark stops him.
Jack made a displeased sound, trying to recapture Mark's mouth in a kiss when he pulled away, "What? What is it?"
Mark groaned, "As great as this is... you've got a plane to catch early tomorrow morning."
Jack laughed, "Who cares?"
"I care." Mark smiled, "If you don't get some sleep you're going to be very grumpy tomorrow and I'll have to deal with it."
"You want to stop this and put me to bed, now?" Jack asked, somewhat baffled, "Really?"
"That's what Daddies do, right? But their babyboy's needs ahead of their own?"
Jack blushed, cheeks stained a bright red as he made a startled sound. Mark was relieved to see he liked the nickname, he'd been nervous to say it, honestly.
"Ooh! This'll be my first official decree as your Daddy." Mark grinned, smile wide and youthful, "Bedtime."
Jack's face soured into a pout, but only for a moment, "I'd be upset, because I really want to have sex with you right now, but I also like stern-Daddy-Mark. Kinda tells me yer actually serious about this."
"Of course I am." Mark said, "I said I was."
Jack shrugged, "A lotta guys just say that. BDSM gets misused real often as an excuse to be rougher in bed. Somebody gets hurt they can say, 'well you asked for it' and be done with it."
"Well that's not what I'm after." Mark smiled, "I actually just told you we weren't having sex tonight." He sighs, eyes raking over Jack, still settled in his lap and slightly disheveled, "...Like the idiot that I am."
Jack chuckled, leaning in to kiss Mark's cheek with a not-so-subtle movement of his hips, "Can we at least sleep in the same room tonight?"
"If we do that, I highly doubt I can keep my hands off you." Mark huffed, and touched his nose to the underside of Jack's jaw.
Jack grinned, the arms still wrapped around Mark's shoulders slipping forward so that they bumped chest to chest, "That's fine with me."
"Bed, jack." Mark ordered fondly, "You'll be grumpy in the morning if you don't go to sleep now."
"Ugh, fine." Jack sighed, and gave Mark one last peck on the lips before getting up and off of his lap, "Goodnight, Daddy." he sings back over his shoulder as he goes.
Mark decided that he reeeeally liked Jack hearing 'Daddy' the way that Jack says it. He'd be happy to give him reason to say it multiple times a day. He just wants to hear it more.
He sees Jack off the following morning with another quick kiss on the lips and a plan to video chat at least once every week. They'll text more often too, and Jack promised to call every now and then to top it all off. They've got a plan, things are starting off well. Mark is excited to see where they end up together.
