AN: I'm trying to make them longer, I swear… Honestly, I should have set this fic up differently, because each of these parts are so short… ::Shrugs:: Hindsight and all that, right? And for those of you wondering more about the Jay/Dylan relationship, well, wait is all I can really tell you ::Gives a half shrug:: Wish I could be more helpful.
Part 3 – Okay
It isn't supposed to happen this way. Marco kept repeating that in his mind, but there was nothing he could do about it now; he was stuck between a rock and a hard place, but he was okay with that. He felt another bruise coming to the surface of his skin, this time on the back of his hip; the pure pressure of Jay's hand had forced it onto him, while his other hand squeezed on Marco's shoulder, not enough to leave a bruise, but still enough to hurt. They were both full clothed, but that didn't change the feel of Jay's erection grinding in the clef of Marco's ass against the wall of the bathroom.
It was only a few days after Jay had marked him, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not disregard that marking. Every time he saw it, he was reminded of how it felt to be possessed by someone, even someone like Jay. It made him grin; it made him shiver; it made him jerk off to the idea of it happening again. It eventually led him to where he was now, with Jay hammering into him. He knew he'd have more bruises the next day, but he was okay with that. They were all just newer signs of Jay's possession of him.
Marco was plastered against the bathroom wall, same place where he had been marked. The tile was still cold, but this time he didn't feel as much; he was distracted, after all. Teeth sank into Marco's shoulder, and instead of wincing like he had the first time, a look of pure ecstasy crossed his face. The pain just translated into pleasure, Marco didn't know how, but it did, and he was okay with that.
Jay had only caught a flash of delight from the pain on Marco's face, but it was enough to make him come. Marco let his head fall back onto Jay's shoulder, content with the knowledge that he could do that to Jay. Jay licked his neck, and then hot breath fell over the damp spot, sending shivers down his spine as that small piece of skin was so cool compared to the rest of him. "Mine…" was the only word he said before stalking out the bathroom leaving Marco against the wall. He was grateful Jay's jeans were thick enough that nothing had gotten on his pants.
Marco pulled himself off the wall, and went to the mirror. A tiny grin came across his face as he admired the pair of bruises now on his neck, one fresh and red, the other a fading yellowy-green shade. It was only then did he realize he didn't come, but he was okay with that, because Jay did, and Jay was happy, and Jay's happiness was what mattered, not his. He was only now just starting to understand what was coming out of him, this hunger deep inside, this need to please, and this joy of being controlled, being owned, and he was okay with that.