Tuesday, Oct 4th.

Jeff wakes up, his alarm clock going off at 7:30 AM. Even-though, this was his first day of his two week suspension.

Mark had made sure, last night, that Jeff had his alarm clock set and ready for this morning. Because, today was the start of Jeff's punishment. Mark had spent all night, wondering what he could make Jeff do, that would be suitable as punishment. He didn't want anything, real severe. Or anything that Jeff would find fun. So it took him awhile to decide. But eventually, later that night, before falling asleep, he thought of it.

"Time to get up, Jeffrey. We, or should I say, YOU have alot to do, today."

Jeff groans, loudly. He sits up. He rubs his eyes, before looking over towards the door, seeing Mark, standing there, a cup of coffee in his hands.

Mark walks over to Jeff's bed. Stands over it, smiling. "Did you not go to bed early?."

Jeff shakes his head, before flopping his head back down, on his pillow. "I couldn't sleep."

Mark turns around, and walks the few feet, to Jeff's dresser. He opens it, and grabs a shirt. He throws it at Jeff, he then turns back around, opens a different drawer, and pulls out a clean pair of jeans. He tosses them to Jeff, aswell. "I'll be downstairs, waiting in the kitchen. I expect you to be down there, in the next thirty minutes. You hear me." Mark sternly replies.

Jeff waves his hand up in the air. A signal to Mark, that he had heard him, and would apply.

Mark stands there a few seconds longer, shaking his head slightly. A warm but subtle smile, on his face.

After Jeff came downstairs to the kitchen. Mark is sitting down, eating. "You want some?," Mark lifts up a full plate, of pancake stakes.

Jeff smiles. "Sure, I'd love some."

"You shouldn't work, without some fuel, first." Mark explains.

Jeff nods, as he's grabbing the other plate, that Mark had sat down on the table, earlier.

"This smells good."

"Thanks." Mark smiles, before grabbing his cup of coffee.

"So, what exactly, I'm I gonna be doing today?."

"You'll find out, soon enough."

"That was good." Jeff proclaims.

"I'm glad you liked it, Jeff. Now, here's your first task."

Jeff raises his eyebrows, and stands up from his chair. "What is?."

Mark gets up, with his empty coffee cup. He walks over to the sink, and easily places it down in the soapy water. He turns to Jeff. Smiles, slightly. And says. "The dishes, ain't gonna clean themselves, are they?."

Jeff looks down at the table, and the counter. He looks at Mark, and fake-smiles. "I guess, your right." He grits. He was surprised, that Mark was going so easy on him. Doing the dishes, wasn't the punishment that he was expecting, at all. But, then again, Mark did say that the dishes, were his first task. - How many, things did he come up with, for me to have to do. Where he'd consider them to be tasks. Jeff, thought that this being so easy, that maybe, everything else would be too. Maybe the next task, would be too just dust. He internally laughed.

Once out-side. Mark walks alongside, his motorcycle. Jeff looks around the front yard, for the lawn-mower. That was the one thing, he dreaded. But, he didn't see it anywhere, in view. Jeff smiles. "I really think you need more practice, coming up with punishments."

Mark turns around, from the water-hose. "Oh, really. You really think so?." He walks to Jeff, hands him the hose.

"I really think, you need to learn to wash the dishes faster. It took you almost a hour to do that little bit of dirty dishes. Mark replies.

Jeff rolls his eyes, "Well, you didn't say, I had to be fast. Just that I had to do the dishes." Jeff explained and looks down at the water-hose that he was holding. "Do you really expect me to wash something, in this cold air morning?. It's freezing out here." Mark stands in front of Jeff. Takes his long-sleeve shirt, off and hands it to Jeff. "Here you go, you think that will keep you warm." Jeff growls lowly, before making eye-contact with Mark. - Jeff had, at first thought, that Mark was stripping himself of his shirt, but Mark was smarter then that, he had himself a undershirt on underneath the sweatshirt. Must have known, I'd complain about the cold, Jeff thought.

He shrugs his shoulders, and signs. "So, what I'm I supposed to be washing?." - "The dog-houses. It seems the dogs, like to get in their houses, when their all muddy. I'm gonna, help you, remove the houses, from the pin, and your wash them, each one, after the other. Then later, I'll help you, wash the dogs, in the house, in the bath-tub. Then, you can help me, place the dog-houses, back in the pin. Aswell, as the dogs." He explains.

Jeff stands, mouth gaped open slightly. "All that."

Mark nods. "Yes, all that."

"That's probably, gonna take all day."

"Or, at-least, all morning. But don't worry, if you do get it done, early. I'll have plenty more things for you to do. After-all, you do need something to keep you busy, for the next two weeks. Since you've been suspended." Mark explains, his eyes, dead-set on Jeff's.

Jeff was yelling for Mark to comes upstairs, he had cleaned all the dog-houses and they were now drying, alongside the out-side fence. And every dog, was actually in the house. Drying off, downstairs, in the living room, from their baths. And the only dog left to bathe, was a dog that Mark had named, Trouble. Well, for Jeff, the name suited him. Because, the dog was being all kinds of trouble, with him in the tub. He wouldn't sit still, and kept shaking his water, which in result would splash water, and soap, all over Jeff. - He was tempted to curse, to get Mark up here, but just as soon as the curse-word was about to creep out of his mouth, Mark comes in the room. - A few dogs, strangling behind him, but they then noticed the bath-tub, and they scattered back down-stairs, to the comfy, warm couch.

"I need help with this one. Mark. He won't stand still."

"Alright, I tell you want. Why don't you relax, go downstairs, and dry off." Mark whispers, a hand to Jeff's shoulder. He gets down on his knees, and takes ahold of Trouble's neck-scruff. Jeff gets up, grabs the towel from off the towel-rack and wipes his hands clean.

"Are you sure?." - Mark turns his head and looks up to face Jeff. "Yes, you've done enough, for right now. But we still need to get those dog-houses in the pen, so we can get this house back." Mark laughs. And Jeff smiles. "Yeah, I'm afraid, I'm gonna go downstairs, and be trampled to death, by dogs." He jokes. Mark smiles. "After-that, Jeff. I think, your punishment, will be over. You've done a good job, today. You didn't complain. You just did the work, as asked. I'm proud of you." Jeff gets down on his knees. "Thanks, I'm happy, to help you. even if it was basically, forced upon me." Mark turns to Jeff. Slaps some water, to his face playfully.

Later that day, after Jeff and Mark got all the dogs, back in the fence. They relaxed, fixed a frozen pizza. And settled into watching a movie.

After the movie, Jeff gets up, to find Mark. He finds him, in the bathroom, scrubbing the bath-tub clean.

"What are you doing?."

"I figured, you would need to get a shower, or bathe. And you would want the tub clean, before you did so." Mark explains.

Jeff smiles, "I could have done that, really. Do you want me to help?." Jeff looks to Mark.

Mark looks down, smiles. "Thanks, but I've got it."

Jeff places a soft hand to Mark's fore-arm. "Listen, Mark." Mark stops and turns to Jeff. "What?."

"Did you really mean it, when you said, you were proud of me. Just because, I didn't really complain."

Mark nods. And Jeff continues. "Because, you know, I really did want too complain. It's just, I thought it would have just made you mad, and I didn't want to make you mad." - "I'm sure you did feel like complaining, I remember, my dad was just the same, as I was today, with you. And I hated it, as soon as I got done with one thing, he'd tack on another thing, that I could do. I guess, that's where I got it from."

Jeff smiles, as he hears Mark speaking about his dad.

"But the thing is, Jeff. You may have felt like complaining, but you didn't. And, I hope, that the next time, someone's messing with you, like that Chad kid, I hope that you remember, this. You can feel angry, or feel like wanting to punch the guy out, but the real cool thing is, when you don't act out on those feelings. You can talk it out, but fighting doesn't ever solve anything." - "Your really gonna start lecturing me, here."

Mark grabs the rag, and starts scrubbing again." I wasn't lecturing you, Jeffrey."

Jeff looks at Mark, his eyes showing, teenage fury, boiling to the surface.

"Your not lecturing me, but you are!. You mentioned Chad, I didn't do that because, I thought it would make me look COOL!. I DID THAT."

"Alright, Jeff. Don't start getting upset." Mark replies

Jeff gets up. "No, I didn't do that because of being cool. I did that because, he was being a total dick, to me. I was tired of just taking shit, I wanted to let him, or anyone else know, that I wasn't gonna just stand there and be bullied around. I was gonna stand up for myself, that is WHY I did it."

Mark looks down, grabs the rag, and places it on the soap holder. He stands up. Wipes his hands on his pants.

"Alright, Jeffrey. Calm down. I hear you. I'm sorry, you misunderstood me, I was not lecturing you, that was not my intention."

"Well, then, what was your intention to that conversation, then?. It sounded like you were telling me, to not do that again. A lecture, I did bad, and I shouldn't have and all that. - But you know what, if I feel the need to do that again, to whomever it is. I will. I won't just think it, I'll do it, I'll react. Because you know what. I think, I have that right. To stand up for myself."

"I didn't say, you couldn't stand up for yourself. But that boy, wasn't hurting you. He didn't attack you, did he."

Jeff stands there, angry. "He didn't attack me, did you forget, what I said, he was the one that did ATTACK me. He deserved that payback. And talking, doesn't always solve things. Sometimes, people don't listen." Jeff angrily points out.

Mark places his hands out in front, he tries to grab Jeff by his shoulders, to calm him, but Jeff swats him away.

Jeff turns around, and stands in front of the mirror. His arms acrossed his chest.

Mark stands there, dumbfounded, he didn't intend to bring up that Chad boy again, but it really did concern him. All that pent-up anger, inside of Jeff. Just spilling out, like that. In a blind rage, he was. He could have severally hurt that kid. - That's what really scared him, he would have hurt that kid, and then they'd be separated, Jeff would be gone.

Mark notices, Jeff's mouth in a pout. But his eyes, showed the fury, that he was feeling.

"Jeff.." Mark grabs Jeff's sides, from behind. Holding onto him, gently. "I'm sorry, I upset you just now. But I'm just concerned. Maybe, once you get back to school, you could talk to the school consular. Or do we still have that number that the judge gave you." Mark replies, letting Jeff go, and walking out the room. - He was only trying to help. He didn't know that it would just escalate, Jeff's anger. But, with the arguments that they've had through out the months, they've known each other, Mark should have known.

Jeff was about to forgive him, he was about to hold onto Mark's hands. Wrap him more around him-self. It had felt so soothing. But Mark had let go. Jeff turns around, and rushes out to find Mark.

Mark was roaming around through his belongings, going through, several pieces of paper on his nightstand desk.

"What are you doing. Do you want me gone, just because I beat up that Chad boy, why didn't you tell me this yesterday?. Or did you just want some free labor work from me first?." Jeff yells.

Mark turns around. "What, no. I just think, you should talk to someone. About these feelings."

"What feelings." Jeff asks, his arms were acrossed his chest, again.

"The anger, you feel. The anger your feeling right now, I mean, really Jeff. Why did you get so upset, so quickly for. Did what I say, really upset you that much, or is it something else?."

"It was because of what you said. I can't stand being lectured. My dad did it to me all the time, everything I did, was bad. I can't stand being told, that what I did was something, I shouldn't have done."

Mark was so twisted, he didn't know what to do or say, when Jeff was like this. He raises his arms, and then drops them back down, quickly. "I just don't know, what to say to you, Jeffrey. I don't know."

"Why, don't you say, how you feel. You think, I should have just gotten beat up by Chad. Would that have made you more happy, if I had just let him carry on, until he felt like punching me, because, he would have done that. I know he would have. - If I didn't stand up to him, he would have walked all over me. But maybe that's what you want. - It would have been easier on you, you wouldn't have had to deal with the principal, or Chad's parents. Or any of that. I'm just too much trouble, for you, right. - I got in trouble with Heather, and now this, with Chad. I should just leave, just go to some foster-care system, you would be better off."

Mark stands there shaking his head. "No, I love you. I don't want you going anywhere. I just want you to talk out these feelings, your holding onto. The anger, that you have for your dad. Just let it out."

Jeff looks down. "You keep saying, you love me. But I haven't really seen you show me any affection, since this whole thing started, between us. Other-then, that one time, but then you stopped." Jeff whispers bitterly. "Maybe it's not working. I know, you told me you can't. But I need it, I have hormones, I can't just wait, until your ready. I need things, and if you can't give me that, then I think we should just end it." Jeff whispers, looking down at the carpet.

Mark was beyond confused, he didn't know if Jeff really felt this way, or if it was just his emotions in the moment, talking. Like before, when he said, that he wanted to end it.

"I told you, I'm not gonna beable to do that with you, not until your older. I thought we had a understanding. We've been doing this now, for several months, you can't hold on, a little while longer. Your birthday's coming up." Mark whispers. Feeling dizzy.

Jeff slowly walks up to Mark. "I can't wait, until my birthday. I need you, now!."

Mark licks his lips. "I can't. You know this, I just can't."

"Then I want to leave, I don't want to be with you, to stay with you, nothing. It'll be just a waste of time, for both of us."

Mark lowers his gaze. He felt, wounded. Hurt by Jeff's lack of emotion, lack of understanding. Lack of love, for him.

"You really want to leave, and be in some foster care system, until your eighteen?." Mark replies.

Jeff turns around, he didn't understand himself, what was going on. He was just so upset. And he kept getting more upset. It was like some unrelenting storm, a tidal-wave of anger.

"I want you to love me, that's what I want." Jeff whispers. Reaching out to Mark. He cuddles up real close to Mark, slowly bringing his hand, to Mark's crotch, slowly, grabbing at Mark.

Mark steps back, the look of anger that swept Jeff's face at that moment, made Mark regret it.

Jeff lets his arms fall to his sides. "Damn you, I don't love you, I hate you. I just HATE YOU, Mark. Does that make you happy."

Jeff runs out the room, and Mark soon follows. He heard, Jeff's bedroom door being slammed a second before. So he walks up to it, and begins knocking on it.

"Jeff, please. Come out, here. We need to talk about this, some-more. I need to explain myself."

Jeff opens the door, quickly. "What's there to explain. You don't find me attractive?." Jeff couldn't believe he said that, he felt like some hormonal pregnant women.

"What, I do, I love you. I love your look, everything. I'm very attracted to you, I just don't find it right, to do those things, that you want. Not with your age, it's just not suitable."

"That's all you keep saying, that's your over-all explanation, your just too young. Who cares. We love each other, I don't care about my age, I don't care about your age. Who's gonna know. Other then us two."

Mark stands there, his hands were sweating. And he felt nervous.

"I just can't do that. I am willing to do other things, but not what you want." Mark explains.

"What, other things?." Jeff asks.

Mark shrugs his shoulders. "I don't know, other things."

"Just kissing?. Holding hands. I want more, I need more then that."

Mark shakes his head. "Well, you won't be getting more then that. I'm sorry."

Jeff slams the door shut, roughly. Mark walks, down the steps. His eyes, getting misty.

Wednesday, 5th

Mark had tried to talk to Jeff, again. But it was no use. Jeff had stayed in his room, the rest of the night.

Mark felt so sorry. He had wanted to do something special. He had went ahead, and fixed more pancakes, since Jeff seemed to like them, yesterday. It was gonna be a surprise. Mark would come into the room, and have the food all ready. It would be breakfast in bed. That was romantic, and hopefully, Jeff would forgive me. Not that Mark was placing the blame, all on himself, because Jeff deserved some of the blame too, but Mark just hated, having Jeff angry at him. He just wanted to see Jeff smile, and not sulking, up in his room. And leaving Mark to be downstairs, all by himself.

Mark waits until he hears, Jeff taking a shower. Before arranging the surprise. He had made pancakes, toast, and brought two glasses, one filled with orange juice, and coffee, strong brewed for himself to drink. He had thought of putting soft music on, downstairs. But he thought that would be too tacky, for someone Jeff's age. He didn't want it to be too mushy. And have it where Jeff would just laugh at him, for the sentiment.

When Jeff got out the shower, he goes downstairs, he had also felt bad for the fight. He hadn't meant to end it, he loved Mark, and understood his feelings. But yesterday, was just a touchy day for him, he reckoned.- He really still didn't know why he just snapped, from being happy, to angry. It was confusing, himself. On how quickly his mood changes, and how he twists people's words around, to make it seem like their putting him down. - He hated that part of his personality. But he couldn't seem to shut it off, either.

He had wanted to let Mark know, his true feelings, and apologize. But he couldn't find him, downstairs. So he walks up to Mark's room, not knowing that Mark, was waiting for Jeff in his own room, next door.

"Mark, Mark. You in here." He whispers. Feeling worried.

Mark waits, sitting on the bed, the food was starting to get cold. He stands up, and walks over to the door. He looks out of it.

Jeff stands in the Mark's room. He was studying the picture, on Mark's night-stand. The same one he had noticed before, but he didn't actually have time to really look at it, up close. It was of a man and women standing side by side, probably in their early thirties. And two small boys were standing in-front of them, they all were standing in front of a house, that looked very similar to this one, expect newer and bigger, their was a portion of the house, in the photo, that was missing from this house. - Jeff knew that the little boy was Mark, because Mark had told him so, that it was him but it was hard to see Mark, as this little boy, in this picture. It just seemed odd, seeing him, as a small child. - But Jeff was intrigued. - He had wished, that Mark was more open about his family. - Jeff really didn't know that much about his life. And it seemed unfair that Mark knew so much of his, but he didn't have the same privilege.

"Jeffrey, there you are." Mark whispers, walking up to Jeff.

Jeff turns around. Smiles, slightly. "Mark, I'm sorry." He blurts out.

Mark laughs, gently. "Actually, I'm sorry, too. Can you come with me, for a minute."

Jeff nods.

Mark gets behind Jeff, and asks him to close his eyes. "It's a surprise. I just felt so bad, for yesterday. I wanted to do something to make it up to you." - "I'm really sorry." Jeff replies, turns his head, to look at Mark. "Really, I am. And it shouldn't be you doing anything, I was the jerk."

Mark smiles. Kisses Jeff on the fore-head. "Well, your too late. Just close your eyes, please." Mark places his hands on Jeff's face, gently. Covering his eyes, so even if he peeked, he wouldn't be spoiled of the surprise.

Jeff looks out in his room, see's the tray with the food. And glasses of drink.

"I thought of music, too. But I thought it would be too cheesy." Mark explains. Waiting for Jeff's reaction.

Jeff turns around, pulls Mark into a hug. "I don't deserve you, I really don't." Jeff whispers. Walking over to the bed. He takes a seat.

Mark takes a seat alongside him. "No, you really do. I just wish that you would know that."

Jeff shakes his head. "No." He whispers. Jeff lays down, placing his head, on Mark's lap.

"What are you doing?." Mark asks. not expecting this.

"Sorry, I know you like your space." Jeff replies, as he gets up. Moving over to his pillow. He rests his head, on the bed-board.

Mark looks down. "Don't take that the wrong way, please. I'm trying to make up with you."

"How should I take it?."

Mark fiddles with his pants. Before scooting a few spots towards. - Jeff took notice and moved over towards the middle of the bed, to make room. Mark gets up on his knees, on the bed. The mattress springs squeaking, loudly, in protest.

He moves to Jeff's side. Cuddling up to him close. He lays down. Jeff smiles, and then places his head on Mark's chest, as it was before.

Mark grabs Jeff's hand gently.

"I love you. And thank you, for this. It was beyond, what I expected. And it was so nice of you." Jeff whispers.

"It makes it hard, to stay mad at me, hum?."

Jeff laughs. "Yeah, it actually does. And I really wanted to stay mad, too."

Mark laughs after that. Before kissing Jeff, right on the lips. Jeff leaned in more. Before allowing his hands to roam, Mark's muscular body.

Jeff still longed, to see that body, with no clothes on. Nothing in the way. "Mark, can I. Please." Jeff whispers. In need.

Mark didn't want this, but he knew that if he had said no, turned away from Jeff, again. Like that one night, like yesterday. That everything that he had just accomplished would be tarnished, ruined. And he didn't want all that time, and effort to be wasted. - He didn't want to spoil the special moment, that they've just shared. That, and it was beginning to get really hard, to turn Jeff down. Painful. Painful to see the hurt, in Jeff's eyes. Well, Mark was getting tired of seeing it. - He allows, Jeff to grab him. And he felt his body, heating up. He moans, softly.

He quickly swings his leg, around Jeff's body. And he then positions himself, on-top of Jeff. He allows Jeff, to lick his neck. He felt so sensitive, right now. Like Jeff's finger-tips were on fire, and each touch was sparking Mark's skin, causing heat to go from one's body to the other's. And Jeff's lips were so moist and soft. Mark couldn't get enough of them.

Jeff on the other-hand, couldn't think of anything, other-then further exploration. He wanted Mark, naked. Wanted to see him in the full flesh. - He had felt so high, right now. Like he had been drugged. But the only thing he had to get high on, was Mark. His taste, his own desire. - It was what he was wanting. Craving. Needing. Just Mark, and nothing else mattered. Not anything else, in the whole entire world.

"Please, take your clothes off." Jeff pleads.

Mark didn't hesitate. He quickly gets up, throws his shirt off, and roughly grabs Jeff's shirt, taking it over his head, Mark leaving kisses on Jeff's chest, before bringing his attention back to getting rid of the clothes, that were in the way.

Jeff moans, gently. Already feeling like he was gonna cum. Just because of the anticipation. "Yes, yes." He whispers.

Mark gets up of the bed. Quickly unzips his pants, and free's himself of the fabric.

He wasn't exactly naked, Mark was still wearing his boxers, as was Jeff, when he straddled him. But Jeff couldn't complain, too much. After-all, he had not stopped it yet. "I won't go inside you, you understand me." Mark sternly replies. Looking into Jeff's eyes.

Jeff just nods, grabbing onto the sheets. As Mark grabs Jeff's privates, through the thin layer of clothing.

Mark keeps a steady pace, Jeff took to moaning, loudly. Mark hadn't yet succumbed, but Jeff was just minutes away from climax.

Mark waits for Jeff to calm down, Jeff lets go of the sheets, that he had previously had a tight grip on. Mark suddenly lets go, as soon as Jeff comes. "Ain't you gonna..." Jeff starts to say, but Mark places a stinky finger up towards Jeff's mouth, to silence him. Jeff smiles, before licking Marks' finger clean. - Mark moves to Jeff's side. Laying his head down on Jeff's pillow.

Mark and Jeff both lay there, tired and sweaty.

Jeff got part of what he wanted, and Mark still insisted that they hadn't done anything majorly wrong. After-all, Jeff didn't lose his virginity. He still had his innocence in tact. And they still had alot to share, and explore in their relationship.

"Will I ever see you naked?." Jeff asks, out of breath.

"Eventually. You need to have some patience." Mark replies, smiling.

TBC

Thank you to all the reviews, I really don't like the beginning of this chapter, but I love the ending. And I hope you do too.

The shout-outs will hopefully be back, next chapter.