Mark took a big gulp of his drink before clearing his throat and looking at me sheepishly. "I'm not sure what happened really…She told me I was being distant, and not being around her ever, and focusing on work more..."

I got comfortable on the couch. "And she's obviously upset, how long has she been upset?" I asked, taking another drink.

He rolled his eyes; "I don't even know…it's probably been awhile. And to mention I haven't really touched her in weeks…." He said nonchalantly and I cleared my throat. That topic made me so uncomfortable; maybe because I was fighting the urge to want Mark.

We refilled our Jack and Cokes until we ran out of Coke. "Ugh, last one." Mark slurred a little bit, pouring the Coke evenly into our glasses. Our conversation went from Amy, to YouTube, to YouTube Drama, and I was definitely feeling tipsy.

"So…what did you want to talk about before?" I asked, shaking my glass a little bit playing with the ice cubes. I looked over to him and saw him blush, then giggle. His hair was even more a mess, he'd run his hands through it multiple times. I glance over to the clock,

2:10am.

Oh wow. We'd been talking for a while; and it was so nice just to have this alone time with Mark…

"Oh yeah…that. Uhm." He scratched the back of his head and blushed deeper.

He sat his glass down on the table, and grabbed the Bacardi. My eyes widened as he started pouring two shots. "I'm going to need this for this conversation..." He slurred a bit. He picked up his shot and handed the other to me.

"Now I'm scared," I joked and downed the shot. It was like fire in my throat, and I chased it with my Jack and Coke.

"Ha," Mark laughed, ran his hand through his hair a few more times and grabbed his glass.

"Ok, uh, well…along with what I haven't been feeling for Amy…I've been feeling a bit…different?" He almost asked. My heart dropped a bit, I couldn't feel much of anything after that shot.

"What do you mean?" I asked; my own words slurring now.

Wow…I was really feeling it.

Mark sighed and rubbed his face with his hand. "I don't…. even know honestly. I just feel different; it kind of happened when I planned on going to your show, or just the thought of…of you." Mark was playing with his glass, and avoiding my gaze.

My stomach dropped and I downed the rest of my drink.

What was he saying.

He downed his drink and set the glass on the table, grabbing the Bacardi bottle. "I think I need more of this."

He poured himself a shot, and I grabbed the bottle, putting it to my lips. I gulped at least twice, not really recalling what was happening. The liquid filled my throat like wildfire; mostly numb now.

I felt a tug on the bottle and opened my eyes to see Mark with a concerned face. "Ok, this is done." He nervously chuckled. I coughed a bit and rubbed my face. "Sorry, uhm." I laughed.

Everything was blurry now. "Let's go," Mark's voice was distant, muffled.

I felt myself stand, and walk. The house was dark, but I think I remember hearing something about laying down. Mark led me to a room next to his, and pulled back the covers on a bed. I flopped into it and felt the room spin. "Night man," I heard Mark's voice, but it sounded muffled. I groaned and heard the door close.

I woke feeling so thirsty, not knowing where I was. The room was still spinning; but not as bad as before. The room was still dark, but I could see some daylight outside. I wasn't sure what time it was, or if this was even real life. I looked to my right to see a glass of water and a few tablets. I sat up and rubbed my eyes groaning. I grabbed the glass and almost finished it; it felt amazing on my dry throat. I took the tablets as well; so nice of Mark….

I stood up, and walked out the door into the hallway, and toward the end of the hallway. I opened the door to a darkened room, and Mark passed out on his bed. His mouth was slightly open, and wearing nothing but his boxers. I was still wearing everything I had on the previous day.

I smiled and leaned onto the doorway; staring at his perfection. After about a minute, I sighed and walked to the bathroom. After using the bathroom, I headed back into the hallway, and felt a hand on mine. "SHIT!" I yelled, jumping entirely out of my skin. I turned to see Mark smiling at me sleepily. "Sorry," He giggled.

"What's up?" I asked, looking at him in nothing but boxers, his chiseled abs and light chest hair were noticeable within the very small amount of light. I shifted in the hallway trying to hide my erection. He just smiled and held out a hand, I grabbed it and he led me back to his room. He led me right to his bed, and turned to me. "I need to tell you what I was trying to earlier." His words weren't as slurred as before, but I could still he was still intoxicated. I raised an eyebrow, and he ran his fingers through my hair. The touch made me shiver, and his lips were on mine in an instant.

His hands were quick, ripping my shirt off over my head, his lips only leaving mine for a second. His hands were at my pants now, trying quickly to get them off. I only heard our heavy breathing and my fast heartbeat in my ears.

My lips were on his neck, and my hands in his hair. I was sucking and biting, hearing him moan made my dick twitch.

"Sean," He moaned lightly, making me harder.

My pants slid down my legs, and I was thrown onto his bed. He was on top of me almost instantly, and attacked my chest and stomach with nips and kisses.

"Fuck," I hissed as he moved closer to my boxers. This felt so amazing, and real; I was praying I never woke up.

He was teasing my through my boxers, placing kisses around me. "Fuck Mark," I moaned almost complaining. He laughed lightly and placed his fingers at the band of my boxers and pulled. He exposed me to him and moaned.

"Fuck me…" He mumbled and I threw my head back onto the pillow in anticipation. I looked down to see Mark kissing my cock. I moaned loud, "Oh my god." I gasped for air.

Mark smiled and began licking me from ball to tip before taking me in his mouth.

"Fucking Christ," I moaned loudly, his mouth was warm and tongue teasing my cock. He began sucking and pumping me with his hand. I was in absolute heaven; it couldn't get any better. I looked down to Mark again in nothing but pure bliss. My hand somehow found its way to his hair, and followed his motions.

A familiar pressure built up in my stomach and I felt myself on edge; he picked up his movements; hearing nothing but his slight moans and the wetness from his mouth.

"Fuck, please don't stop." I begged, barely hanging on.

I felt myself build up and cum into his mouth, I was cursing and pulling on his hair, feeling him swallow.

"Holy fucking fuck…" I was speechless, at a loss for words. I looked down to see Mark smiling, and working his way back up my body. I rolled him as soon as he got to my neck, and flipped him over.

I attacked the back of his neck, back, and lower back with kisses, bites, and sucking his skin. I slid off his boxers, and his bare ass was exposed to me. He fumbled into a bedside table for a second and placed a condom in my hand. I smiled, tore it open and unrolled it onto my already rock hard again cock.

I crawled my way back up his body again, and settled on his back; my cock at his ass. I propped myself up on my elbows, my mouth at his ear.

"Do you want me?" I asked him, literally feeling his body shiver, followed by a moan. "Please…Now."

I slowly pushed myself inside him, feeling him tense, I stopped and kissed and bit at his neck and shoulder. Once his body relaxed I pushed into him more. "Fuuuuck…" He hissed in pleasure. Feeling him around me made me more and more anxious to fuck him harder.

"Oh, fuck Mark," I moaned burying my face in his neck. "Please, don't stop." He begged. That's all I needed.

I pushed myself up onto my knees and slowly pulled myself out of him, and pushing back in. Loud moans escaped both of our mouths, and I picked up my pace. He grabbed his cock and began jerking off in his hand.

I started going faster and faster, and he was begging now. "Holy shit, don't ever stop please…" I couldn't disappoint; I grabbed his hips and kept going, faster and harder.

After another minute I was already to my breaking point again and couldn't go longer. "Fuuuuck." Mark moaned loud, I felt him tighten and I came.

"Shit," I breathed and fell onto his back.

The bright light hit my face and I groaned. I rubbed my eyes and heard a slight snore…Hmm, maybe Chica was asleep in my room? I squinted at the light and looked over, to see myself lying in Mark's bed with him next to me, sleeping soundly.

My heart sank and I sat up quickly.

What the fuck happened.