"You know, I'm not sure if I'm ever going to get used to seeing you clean up Mark's messes," Cooper commented as James drove him and Connor out into the desert. They had picked up the man Mark had killed so Mark could take Jeff back home and now they had to bury him before they could call it a night themselves. "He's usually the dickhead with a stick up his ass-"

"That's not a stick Coopy," Connor interrupted from the backseat. "That's Daddy's penis."

Cooper made a disgusted face. "Don't you ever say that again. You understand me?"

"Why not? It's true."

"I don't care. It's disgusting. Mark and Dad are old-"

"Hey!" James protested, very offended by that statement. "We are not old."

"Whatever you say," Cooper said with a shrug. He began playing with the radio, which annoyed James greatly because it had been on a station that he liked. "Must you do that?"

"Yes," Cooper replied.

James rolled his eyes and decided it wasn't even worth arguing with him. He just tightened his grip on the wheel and pressed on the gas harder, getting them a decent ways into the desert before stopping the car and turning it off. "Everyone out," he ordered. "Connor you grab the shovels and Cooper and I will get the body."

"Okay Daddy!" Connor said just a little too brightly for James's taste.

"But you can't hit Cooper with one."

Connor's face immediately fell. "Why not?" he whined.

"Because I'll end your unholy existence if you do," Cooper replied. He got out of the car and hit the trunk of the car with an open hand. "I vote Connor helps you get the body out and I'll get the shovels."

"No," Connor refused. "If I can't hit Coopy with a shovel, then I'm not helping."

James sighed and shook his head. "Fine. Stay in here then." He got out of the car and opened up the trunk. "Come here you son of a bitch," he muttered as he lifted up the body and slung it over his shoulder. He was kind of disappointed that Mark hadn't committed a very bloody kill, but he did get a kick out of the fact that Mark had stomped on the guy's throat so hard that the imprint of his shoe had been left behind. "I think you should dig the hole," he said as Cooper grabbed the shovels and slammed the trunk shut.

Cooper snorted loudly at that. "And I think you need a reality check. I'm not digging this grave by myself. You're helping me or I'll go sit in the car with Connor."

James pouted his lips. "Meanie."

"You know it."

James pouted some more but gave up when he noticed that it was having no effect whatsoever on Cooper. "Here, let's just dig here," he said. He dropped the body off to the side and took one of the shovels from Cooper. "You want to get something to eat on the way back? I'm in the mood for some Taco Bell."

Cooper just shrugged. "That's fine with me."

"Cool." They dug in silence for a little bit, Cooper seemingly lost in his own thoughts while James wasn't really thinking about anything at all. After awhile though, Cooper had to break the silence. When there was something on his mind, he was never good at keeping quiet for very long.

"Did you see the way Mark was hovering over Jeff?" he asked, keeping his tone as casual as possible.

James nodded. "It was kind of hard to miss it."

"He loves him."

James actually stopped shoveling and raised his eyebrows at Cooper. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me." Cooper dug just a tad bit more before giving James a serious look. "Come on Dad, don't hide from what's right in front of you. He may not have all of his memory back yet but it's obvious he was-and is, even if he hasn't realized it-in love with Jeff. I'm not saying that he doesn't love you, but-"

"He loves Jeff too. I know I know." James wasn't just saying that to shut Cooper up. He really did know that. It had been obvious since…well for awhile now actually. He wasn't sure how he felt about that though.

"So what are you going to do?" Cooper asked.

James shrugged.

"That's not an answer."

"Yeah well, I don't really have a better one than that," James said with a shake of his head. "I don't know what I'm going to do. I need to talk to Mark and see where his head's at. Then I'll figure out what the fuck to do from there."

Cooper nodded, seemingly relieved that he got a rational and reasonable answer out of James. "That's good. I-"

"Hey!" Connor yelled, sticking his body halfway out of the car and glaring at them angrily. "Less talk and more dig! I bored!"

James rolled his eyes. "Just play with yourself for a bit Connor. We'll be done soon."

A very loud and shocked pause followed that statement. Cooper tried several times to speak but not a syllable came out of his mouth. James realized how bad his statement was but it was way too late to take it back. It had been said and they were all traumatized because of it. "Let's just uh…let's finish up here," he finally managed to say. "And forget I ever spoke. Okay?"

Cooper nodded. "I'm digging and forgetting. That sounds like the perfect plan to me."

…

Jeff closed his eyes as the hot water ran over him. Mark had gotten him back to the safety of his house and now he was trying to wash away the memory of what had nearly just happened to him. It wasn't going away easily though. He could still feel the man's hands on him and he could still smell the stale whiskey in his breath…words could not describe how grateful he was to Mark for saving him.

He grabbed the shampoo and started washing his hair just so they could do something besides shake. Part of him thought that he needed to call Matt and let him know that he was alright but he was resisting that urge. If he spoke to Matt now, he would know that something had happened. And his reaction to that news was just not something that Jeff wanted to deal with at the moment.

Once his hair was nice and soapy, Jeff rinsed all the shampoo out before turning off the water and getting out of the shower. He grabbed the towel that was hanging on the rack and dried off, changing into an old t-shirt and sweat pants afterwards. "Mark?" he called out after he threw the wet towel into the dirty clothes hamper and stepped out of the room. "Where are you?"

No answer. Sighing heavily, Jeff checked Mark and James's bedroom first. Mark wasn't in there. "Where did he go?" he muttered under his breath. He checked his own bedroom before heading downstairs, where he found Mark sitting in the kitchen. The older man was staring off into space, a half empty bottle of beer dangling loosely in his hand. "Mark?" Jeff said hesitantly, questioning whether or not he should be disturbing him. "Are you okay?"

"What did Matt say to you?" Mark asked, completely disregarding the question that Jeff had asked him. "Why did you run off like that?"

Jeff looked down at his feet and shrugged. "It's not important."

"It is important," Mark insisted. "Now tell me."

Jeff bit his lip, hesitating a little bit more before finally answering. "Just…stuff. He thinks that you and James are using me. What we've been doing together…it doesn't mean anything to you guys. That you could both be seducing me just because you can and-" He stopped when he saw the angry look on Mark's face. "Mark listen-"

"I'm going to kill him," Mark growled, actually getting up to his feet. "Son of a bitch-"

"Mark stop, it's not a big deal," Jeff tried to insist. "Matt was just concerned. He didn't mean-"

"He doesn't know how I fucking feel," Mark ranted, barely even hearing Jeff. "He doesn't know jack shit-"

"Mark!" Jeff placed his hands on Mark's broad chest and shook his head. "Don't. Please."

Mark stared down at Jeff, his expression completely unreadable. Jeff stared back up at him, unsure about what to do or say. It felt like they stared at each other for forever, but it couldn't have been more than a minute. Jeff finally tried to break the silence but Mark grabbed him by the arms and kissed him roughly, cutting him off before he could even begin. He really didn't mind all that much though. He just kissed back eagerly, allowing himself to be pushed back against the wall roughly. "Mark…"

Mark growled and deepened the kiss even more, sending shivers down Jeff's spine. "Mark," he gasped, shimming his hips as he felt Mark's large hands pull down his sweat pants. "Fuck me…"

Mark broke the kiss and stared down at Jeff's half nude body, shaking his head and wrapping his hand around the base of Jeff's semi-erect cock. "No underwear?"

Jeff tried to justify the choice but then Mark gave him a slow, teasing stroke, which turned him into a whimpering mess. "Please," he begged. He dug his nails into the back of Mark's neck and thrusted his hips forward. "Just fuck me."

Mark smirked before lifting Jeff up, slamming into the younger man before he could even get his legs wrapped around his waist. "You want me to do it like this?" he asked, his voice so low and sexy that Jeff was tempted to cum just from the sound of it. "You want me to fuck you hard?"

Jeff nodded. "So hard." He howled as Mark pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in. "Fuck!" He wrapped his legs and arms around Mark even more tightly than before, hanging on tight as he was nearly fucked right through the wall. Every thrust was stabbing his prostate perfectly, causing his whole world to spin uncontrollably. "Mark!" he cried out, not giving a shit about how loud he was being. "Oh God…Mark please…" He closed his eyes tightly, his mouth just hanging open as a plethora of whines and moans came out of his mouth.

"So fucking tight," Mark growled. He sucked on Jeff's neck angrily while thrusting up even harder than ever.

Jeff whimpered and rocked his hips against Mark's thrusts. "Mar…oh fuck…" His eyes snapped back open and his toes began to do all kinds of funny things as his orgasm hit him. He was faintly aware of screaming Mark's name and feeling Mark cumming too, but it took him several moments to even begin to regain his bearings. When he did have control over himself though, he got a firm kiss on the lips from Mark and heard the three words that as badly as he wanted them to said, he truly had never believed that he would ever hear from the Deadman.

"I…I love you."

…

A/N: Marky said it!

I wasn't originally planning on the sex scene, but it's my birthday and I'm indulging myself.