"Sit still, don't move, that's it right there, perfect!" Mark said breathlessly to John.

"But I have an itch. Can I just reach over and scratch it?" John in his discomfort asked his lover.

"This is perfect, don't move a muscle!" Mark demanded.

"Honey, it's getting worse!" John complained.

"You an ex-Time Agent, you can put up with a little discomfort, can't you?"

"Sure, if it makes a certain shaggy haired brunet happy, I can do anything for that. Have I told you how beautiful you look right now?" John said with a smirk.

"What did I say about moving? Almost finished, just a few more strokes." Mark was huffing.

"Damn it Mark, this itch is getting worse," John whined.

Absent-mindedly Mark responded. "Well where is it then, your nose?"

"Lower."

"You lips?"

"Lower."

"Your neck?"

"Much lower"

"Oh well, we will have to do something about that, then." Mark looked at the canvas and nodded. He carefully wiped his hands. John watched the action with astonishment. Was everything Mark did sexual? John smiled, assuming it was just that thought that. He was in love, after all. He couldn't help getting excited watching Mark.

Mark slowly walked over to John. "Now hold on, I'll be right there." When he arrived he straddled a rather anxious John who groaned when their groins made contact. Mark leaned and captured his lips. John stirred underneath him.

"God, you are amazing!" John let out with a raspy whisper.

"No your painting is." Mark pulled up to gaze into the other man's eyes.

"Did it turn out good?"

"Of course! I have the perfect model!" The tongue is a wonderful tool to use to show appreciation. Mark was a master of this tool. He worked John's mouth so John was plastered to the couch. John let the motion happen, enjoying for once in his life the surrender of being in love. This moment was definitely a peace of heaven.

Of course during all such moments the phone rings. Laughing, Mark pulled away from a rather pissed off John. "Hey, it could be work. I'll have to thank Ianto for calling them for me. I was not in the proper frame of mind for that." He walked to retrieve the phone.

John heard him say "hello." He got up, nearly falling over when he stood from lying down for two hours (something he had done before but for other reasons than being a model) he limped over to see the painting. "Damn, you're getting old," he thought to himself when he heard his back crack from the movement. "Maybe Mark will walk on it later." Thoughts of the lanky brunet filled his head and heart. He stood gaping at the painting. It was amazing. John couldn't believe that was himself in the picture. He looked so peaceful, relaxed and happy. He was lying on the couch wrapped in a dark blue blanket. The red couch as at background made John's skin color look peachy, almost youthful. He looked younger. Talk about artist taking liberties, he thought. He looked so natural.

A pair of familiar arms snuck up around his waist as Mark peered over John's shoulder planting a kiss on his neck. "You like it?" He whispered as he nibbled on John's ear.

John turned to face the young man. His eyes shone at him with a smile that spread wide across his face. The kiss was sensuous as he put all he had into it. Mark responded with a groan.

"Is this how you see me? " John whispered.

"It is what you really look like; who you really are." He leaned his head on John's shoulder.

" I Love you so much, I never felt like this, or had someone like you. I don't deserve this," John muttered softly.

"Yes you do, and I know I do as well. But we can't stay like this right now. James wants me to go to the Hub. I guess Nick is concerned. Do you think those two will get together?" He said as he pulled away.

John laughed. "Where did you get that from?"

"I have been watching them closely. I do that. Blue said it was the artist eye in me. I can read into things and people. Use to scare the shit out of him." He frowned slightly. " I guess I'm going to have to face him, right?" He grabbed John, pulling him closer.

"You still love him, huh?" Arms from the young man gripped tighter. "You want him too?" John forced himself to say. The pain started again as he felt all of this start to disappear. He wanted to crawl inside Mark and feel warm.

Mark pulled away and looked at John. Diving deep into John's eyes he said. "No, but he wants me. It is because he has never let me go. All this time and he still has not let go. We have unresolved issues. I'm in love with you. You are my reality. I can't think of anyway else to put it. You mean the universe to me!

John reached up to cup Mark's face and drew him into another kiss. A bittersweet smile was on his lips. He hoped he never woke from the dream that was before him. "I love you!" Their lips met.

"Come on, you were with Jack," Mark said as he broke the kiss using Blue's newer name. "Tell me you wouldn't be with him again?"

John smiled as he saw the mischief in his lover's eyes. "Well I think the two of you together would be interesting. I love a good three ways." He laughed.

"Hell, why not a four way with Ianto?" Mark let out a laugh as he saw his man ponder the thought.

"Hey, Nick and James as well! We'll leave the girls and Rhys out. And Dan – I don't even know if he's sexual or not. I can't pick anything up." He let out a roar of laughter at the thought.

Mark joined in. They were still giggling at it when they got to the Hub.

End Part 29 TBC