Jeff steadily walks on the side of the road, he grabbed a stick from off the ground and skips it like you would a pebble on a lake. The stick went skidding acrossed the road, nearly being run over by a passing vehicle.
Jeff mumbles to himself "I can't believe Matt's acting like he is. What the hell's up his a**. Talking about Mark that way, he'd never do anything to hurt me. Matt is just jealous, he's got no-one like I do. He hasn't even been responding to that girlfriend who keeps calling, and writing him letters. He's totally ignoring her. I don't see why she keeps bothering with it all, Matt's obviously done with her. She must be in denial. That's Matt's problem, I think. He's always running from commitment. I don't think he's ever had a long-term relationship before. But then again, me and him aren't that open about that sort of think anymore, not since he left for collage. So maybe I'm wrong. But something is causing him to act like he has been, I just don't know what. It's not him though, I know that. Not the Matt I know anyways. Still it pisses me off, I just wanna punch him. He would deserve it too, Mark's nothing but a gentlemen and Matt's gonna go around saying he's some pervert. Well he's not, so Matt can go and shove those words down his throat because he's completely wrong about everything!."
Jeff kept venting outloud, his teeth were gritting by the end of his out-spoken rant. He really did want to punch his brother's lights out for calling Mark that. He had no right to say things like that about someone he didn't even know. If he did know Mark, he'd know that he's nothing like that.
Jeff pulls his wallet out of his back pant's-pocket. He needed to make sure he had some change.
He walks up to the phone booth. He didn't have Mark's number anymore but it didn't matter because he had rememberized it. All those nights that he felt lonely and all he felt like doing was calling Mark up and talking to him, he wanted too so badly. But he always chickened out, he did re-read Mark's handwriting over and over on that little matchbox though, and in doing that, he could resight Mark's number right off the bat.
He dials his number, taking a deep breath in and out. "..Hello."
"Mark!, hey." Jeff answers.
"...Jeffrey. Why are you calling me, is everything alright?." He asks. He was worried, he just dropped him off a little over 20/30 minutes ago.
"...I got into a argument with Matthew, again about you. I left the house, I'm in town. Near the cafe." Jeff explains
"And you want me to come over there?." Mark asks.
"..Well, only if you want too."
"..Of course, I will." Mark laughs
" I'll be right over there. Why don't you go to the cafe, get a booth near one of the windows. I'll buy you some dinner when I get there."
Jeff smiles "...I'd really like that Mark." Jeff whispers.
"Good, I'll see you then. Bye."
"Bye." Jeff slowly whispers. Man I don't know what it is with you Mark, but I love every minute that we're together. I love your voice, and your smile, your laugh. Just everything. I think I could even like those things that usually ignore me with others. But if it had to do with you, it wouldn't bother me in the least. I just love you Mark Calloway. I really wish that I could tell you how much I truly too. I know I've said those words before, but I think it's different now. I think if I said those words to you again, that they'd be more special. Hell I thought I loved you only after a few days and now having more time to think on it, and more time to get to know you personally I really know for sure, I love you!. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. And I hope that we can make that happen. It's in god's hands I suppose, let's just hope he's rooting for us huh?.
"Can I have any seat that I want?." Jeff asks the waitress.
"Any that's available sweety." She announces through chewing gum.
Jeff looks around and see's a booth in the back that was right up near the window, he points over there towards it. "How about that one?."
The waitress nods as she makes a popping sound with her gum. "Sure. It's not occupied."
"Thanks." Jeff whispers as he goes around one of the tables to get to the booth. The waitress had already taken to another customer and was writing down their order.
Jeff takes a seat, he stares out the window. He had a perfect view of the parking lot so he could keep a eye out for Mark's jeep or his motorcycle if he happens to come on that one instead. I sure hope so, I love riding with him on his bike. It's awesome and the fact that I have to hold onto him tightly is just a bonus.
Jeff taps his fingers when another waitress walks up to his table.
"What can I get ya boy. Would you like to hear our specials for today?."
Jeff smiles at her, she was alot older then the first waitress, the one who was chewing the bubble gum.
"Um, well actually I'm waiting for someone. If you could come back in a few minutes, that would be great."
"Sure I can, but if you want I can go ahead and order yours now. And just get your friends when they get here." She asks
Jeff thinks about it for a minute. "Okay, can I have a menu please."
"You didn't get one already?."
Jeff shakes his head no.
"Well darn it, that girl. Excuse me for just a second."
Jeff felt a little sorry for the young girl, she was getting a ear-full from the older waitress.
She comes back to Jeff's table, setting down the menu in front of him. "I'm sorry, she was supposed to hand you one when she got you seated."
"It's okay, really. I hope I didn't get her fired." Jeff whispers.
"Nah, you don't worry about that. Why don't you look over that for a little bit and I'll come back by here to see what you've decided. And let me know when your friend gets here, I can get their order too. Just hollar for me. My name's Mary-Ann."
"Okay.." Jeff replies.
-A few mintues later-
"I think I'll have the Salisbury steak with mashed potatoes, that comes with gravy don't it?."
"Yes it does."
"Okay and do you have mac and cheese?."
"Yes we do, would you like that as your second side?."
"Yes mam."
Just as the waitress leaves to put in his order. Jeff hears a motorcycle engine. He looks out the window and notices Mark pulling into one of the empty parking lot spaces. Jeff smiles.
Mark walks into the little cafe diner. He looks around and see's Jeff standing up.
"Hey."
"I've already ordered. I hope that it's okay."
"Sure, it's no problem. You still got the menu."
"Yeah, she left it here. I told her I was waiting for someone."
Jeff hands over the menu to Mark.
Mark takes his sunglasses off and sets them on the far end of the table. Near the condiments.
Jeff sits silently. Watching Mark look over the menu.
"What is it?." Mark asks glaring over the menu and towards Jeff.
"Nothing, I was just hoping you'd take a seat next to me." He whispers pouting.
"Oh, you wanted me to sit next to you?."
Jeff nods.
"...Well, I think that would be difficult once we get our food. Don't you think." Mark explains while examining the small table-top.
Jeff bites his lip "Your right, I guess I just have to sit real close to you on the way home." He whispers with a smile.
"...You know Jefferey, sometimes I think you were put on the naughty list every Christmas."
..."Ouch, that was a bit harsh. I was never that bad." Jeff stats jokily.
Mark smirks "I'm sure you weren't either."
After a few minutes of silence. Mark decides what he wants so he calls over for a waitress.
"Her name's Mary-Ann. The waitress. She told me to call her when you were ready to order." Jeff explains once remembering about it.
"Oh, well I guess you've got the honors."
Jeff stands up and walks over to the counter. "Um, I was looking for my waitress. Her name's Mary-Ann."
"Mary, there's some boy here wanting you. Real cute too." She whispers, winking at Jeff.
Jeff smiles and blushes a little. "Thanks, I'll just be over at my table."
Mark smiles "It looks like she's got good taste." He teases.
"So what are you gonna order?." Jeff asks.
"I'm thinking of getting the Fried chicken, sting beans and the mashed potatoes."
"Good choose."
They both smile.
"So tell me what happened with you and Matt?." Mark asks while allowing their newly arrived food to cool.
Jeff shrugs "Nothing much, just the same stuff he was saying before you left."
"Nothing else, well why did that make you leave. You seemed pretty unfazed by it when I was still there."
"I was just tired of hearing it." Jeff replies.
"Oh come on, he said something else didn't he. Something that had upset you." Mark stats questionably.
Jeff nods "...Yes, but I don't want to talk about it here. If that's okay with you?."
"..Sure it is, I can understand. We'll talk about it later."
"While we're on the subject. I guess you already know I'm gonna need a place to stay tonight?."
Mark nods his head "Yeah, I figured you did."
"So is it okay?."
"Of course it is. I wouldn't say no."
Jeff smiles as he settles into the booth. He grabs his fork and begins eating.
"The food was pretty good. You know I actually never eat there until tonight. I've always wanted too, but never had the money."
"Well, we'll have to eat there again sometime. Maybe bring something for Matt."
"Oh you sure are one of a kind, Matt bad-mouths you and your thinking of getting him something."
"It's just food Jeff, and besides maybe it'll make Matt like me a little. Once he realizes that I only have the best interest at heart for you.
I mean I would love to be his friend too, if he would just let me."
"Friend or something else?." Jeff asks his eyebrow raised.
Mark stops "What are you talking about. Just friends Jeffery."
Jeff lowers his eyes. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have thought that."
Mark sits down on the couch. "It's alright. Look why don't you put the desert in the fridge. I'll get your room ready for you."
"Alright."
"Did you happen to bring any extra clothes or anything, I assume not since I didn't see you with anything."
"No, I kind of just ran out of the house." Jeff yells from downstairs.
Mark smiles "Well, I guess you can borrow one of my shirts then."
Jeff walks upstairs and stands behind Mark.
"Can I borrow the one you have on?." Jeff asks.
"The one I'm wearing now?." Mark asks, looking down at Jeff.
"Yeah, dug. Ain't the one you have on now, mean the one your currently wearing." Jeff jokes.
"Well, I guess so. But I've been wearing it all day."
"I don't care."
Mark unexpectedly pulls the shirt up over his head and tosses it at Jeff. He then turns around to look through his dresser. "I don't think I have anything else that can fit you. But I might have some gym shorts around here somewhere." Mark whispers.
Jeff didn't hear one word spoken after that. All he saw was Mark's back, the muscles ripping anytime he would lean or bend over.
Jeff gulped and swiped his hands on his pants profusely.
"Um, are you getting a bath or a shower?. I'd like to know cause I'd like too, if that' s okay?." Jeff asks, his mouth all of a sudden dry. He coughs.
Mark turns to face Jeff "No, that's alright. The bath's right there. You can go ahead and get in. I'll try to find those shorts for ya." Mark replies.
"Okay." Jeff whispers as he walks the few short steps to Mark's only bathroom upstairs, his own master-bath.
Jeff begins stripping himself of his clothing. He bends over to turn on the faucet, when he hears a low knocking.
"Jeff, I found the shorts. I'm just gonna leave them on my bed. Alright?." Mark stats.
"Sure, Okay." Jeff yells back.
He looks at the door, I swear his one fantasy at this moment would be that Mark would come through that door. Jeff didn't care if he was wearing anything on at all or not. If only he'd come in here, with me. He could be fully clothed, Jeff didn't care. He could get Mark underneath that shower or hell in the tub with him, Jeff could work well even with clothes on. It made him hard just imagining about it.
He undoes his pants buttons. Pulling them off slowly. He could feel his erection stiffing.
This is gonna be a long night. A real long night. He thinks as he slowly climbs into the tub. Allowing the hot water to cover his aching body.
TBC
Sorry for how long it's taken me to update. As always thank you for the reviews. I hope you like this chapter.