Mark was downstairs fixing him some tea, and getting ready to dig into some of the apple pie that they had gotten at the cafe. When Jeff walks down the stairs, his hair still soaking wet. He had Mark's over-sized black shirt on and a pair of red/white basketball gym shorts on. He looked like the clothes had engulfed his entire body.

"I think this are still too big for my frame." Jeff says while looking himself up and down, as much as he could.

Mark stares at Jeff unfazed "I think they fit you okay, I mean they are just gonna be for the night. Who's gonna see you in em?. And besides, I'll have your other clothes washed by the time you get up. So don't worry. In-less your that concerned over it. I might have an old suit from when I was younger up in the attic."

Jeff grabs a hold of the gym shorts, he walks slowly over to one of the kitchen chairs. "No, it's okay I guess. Do you happen to have a belt though?." He asks as he sits down.

"Yeah, upstairs. I'll get you one in a bit."

Mark grabs a fork and spoons a forkful of the pie. "Do you want some?."

Jeff smiles "Sure, I'd love some. Where's your plates?."

"In the cupboard, over there." Mark points with his fork.

Jeff gets up, making sure to hold onto his shorts with one hand so they wouldn't fall off.

Once he had a slice of the pie, Mark gets up to place the remainder of it in the fridge.

Jeff takes a bite.

"Do you like it?." Mark asks.

"Yeah, it's really sweet though." Jeff replies.

"..I know, I like it like that."

Jeff smirks "Really, you like sweet things?."

Mark raises an eyebrow "What are you getting at Jeffery?."

"Nothing." Jeff whispers as he dips his pinkie finger into the apple syrup that was underneath his pie-slice. He seductively licks it clean, watching Mark intently the entire time. His eyes engrossed in seeing a reaction.

Mark smiles and shakes his head "Boy, I think it's time for you to go to bed."

Jeff grabs a napkin and wipes his hands off. "Are you gonna come to bed with me?." He asks hopefully.

Mark shakes his head. "No, your the one going to bed. Not me. I still gonna get a shower myself." He explains.

"Now, go on." Mark stats with his arm outstretched, pointing towards the stairs.

Jeff groans "Oh come on. Can't I stay up until you to go to bed?."

"No, you've had too much sugar. You need to go to bed." He whispers.

Jeff bites his bottom lip. Well, I did try. I'll just have to think on this some-more. Maybe try a different tactic, or approach. Maybe he's a cuddlier instead?. I'll think of something.

TBC

A short chapter, I'm sorry about the length. But it's late and I really would rather put this up now then wait to see if I would feel like finishing it up tomorrow. I hope you like it anyways. Thanks again for the reviews! :)