Hey guys, guess what! I have another chapter for you guys to enjoy. I have been on a roll lately, and I don't think it's going to stop anytime soon. Anyways, this is a warning: this chapter is a little bit more 'steamy' then the others, and not just because McSteamy is in it. So, yeah, you've been warned. Also! Minor language warning. =)

006. Hot

Seattle's nights were cold. Cold and normally wet. But beautiful. Especially from Derek's trailer and his acres of woods. Not only could you see the whole city laid out at your feet, but you could see every star and every constellation in the sky. It was perfect. It anyone ever had doubts about why Derek picked this spot, all they had to do was come visit him at night. In fact, Mark preferred to visit Derek at night. Not because it implied secret lovers or a tragedy, but just for the breath-taking view.

That's why when Mark had gotten Derek's text, he had no hesitation to jump into his car and drive to the trailer. Derek had been waiting outside, his breath coming out in small little puffs. Getting out of the car, Mark just looked at Derek. It was another one of those classic Mark Sloan looks. The "I'm sorry I fucked everything up again" look. Derek knew the look too well. That look had developed out of too many childhood spats between the two, yet, the look always worked on Derek. No matter what happened between the two of them, Mark just had to flash one of those looks and things worked themselves out.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that," Mark said, closing the door to his car and walking toward the trailer.

Derek shrugged and went inside. He went to sit on the couch as Mark stood by the door. "You should have told me it was me. Maybe I could have been prepared for that, what ever the hell that was."

"That was a kiss Derek. A kiss. Maybe you have forgotten that because of how little you and Meredith do it lately," Mark bantered. He didn't feel like being serious. He didn't feel like letting down his walls.

"Haha, you're funny," Derek replied sarcastically. Then, his tone changed. The jokes seemed to fly off his face in a matter of half a second. "I kind of suspected."

Mark snorted. Of course Derek suspected. Derek knew everything about him. "Yeah, well? What does this mean?" Mark asked, still giving an air of not caring about the matter.

Derek stood up and took his coat off. He walked over to where Mark was, standing next to the coat rack. Derek stepped close enough to Mark to feel his hot breath. Mark inhaled deeply, trying to remember what it was like this close to him. Trying to not reach out and touch Derek, to fall in love with him again. Derek hung up his coat and stood there. His blue eyes wondering over Mark's face and body. "What, you're not going to kiss me again?"

"No. I think you would like it too much," Mark whispered, his mouth dry and his sarcastic bite gone.

"Fine." Derek leaned forward and filled the space between the two of them. This time it was Mark who was caught off guard. He didn't know what to do. He really couldn't believe what was happening to him. Derek was the one who instigated this. It was okay to do something back. He wasn't off limits anymore.

Mark recovered quickly from his shock and wrapped one arm around Derek's waist and the other around the back of his head, pushing him toward the couch. The bed seemed too far away. In both the sense of distance and the comfort that the two would have. To Mark's knowledge, this was the first time either one of them had ever had a homosexual encounter like this. Pushing Derek down on the couch, Mark straddled him. His eyes closed and he moved his hands down Derek's chest.

Every time one of them pulled apart to breath, Mark could feel Derek's hot breath mixing with his. He couldn't get enough of him and he tried to keep his lips plastered on Derek's as he started to push up Derek's shirt. Mark needed him. Needed him more then he ever needed anyone in his life.

A ringing started in Mark's ears. He took it to be a combination of lack of oxygen and because he was getting to a point where it was almost painful to keep just kissing Derek. The ringing kept getting louder as Mark moved his lips from Derek's lips to his cheek bone, his collar bone. He breathed lightly on Derek's skin, all the while, the ringing getting louder and louder.

Finally, it was unbearable. Mark needed to know where it was coming from. He opened his eyes.

Sun light streamed through his apartment's window and his alarm clock was blaring in his ear. Turning on his side, Mark shut off the clock. For a minute, he just laid there, staring out the window. It was a dream. All in his head. But, it had felt so real. So...Perfect.