A/N: I own nothing, although if I did...well we won't go there. Found Kevin muse, but he up and disappeared as I was writing. So Taker muse stepped back up and helped with this.

Loves to you all and Enjoy!


Some time during the night Kevin rolled over and cuddled as close to Mark's warmth as he could. In his liquor induced dreams Mark gathered Kevin in his arms, thinking that it was Glen cuddling with him The simple contact quieted both their minds and plunged them deeper into their dreams. However as it always does, the sung rose come dawn and the sneaky rays of light stabbed themselves into Mark's eyes. With a groan that rattled his head even more he winced and disentangled himself from his bed partner. He didn't open eyes, but pressed a quick kiss to his partners head before he moved into a sitting position. He was facing the other way and tried to open his eyes.

But the light made him squeeze them back shut again, another pained groan issuing from his lips. He stretched his arms over his head and the soft sound of popping and creaking filled the silence. With a sigh hazy thoughts and clips from the night before filtered sluggishly through his mind and Mark frowned. Glen had left him last night, yet was lying next to him this morning. The frown was quickly replaced by a grin as Mark turned back to the bed. He thought about watching his lover sleep, but the stray sunbeams had him rethink his laid back down and the grin turned into a full blown smile when he felt Glen curl up to him. He wrapped his arm around him and yawned, drifting back off to sleep a minute later.

The movement and muffled sounds had broken through Kevin's sleep drugged mind and he slowly made his way back to consciousness. The first thing that registered was that he wasn't alone and the second was that he was being held almost lovingly by the other person. He blinked his eyes and tried to rub them, but remembered rather quickly that he was bound. His pillow emitted a soft snore and he looked up into the sleeping features of Mark. With a jolt he tried to move, but Mark tightened his grip and mumbled incoherently. The only word that Kevin was able to understand was 'Glen'.

"So, he thinks I'm Glen." Kevin thought to himself as an oily grin worked it's way onto his face. "I could have some fun with this."

Kevin wiggled a bit until his lips were level with Marks' and took a deep breath before pressing them gently together. With a little prodding Mark parted his lips with a sigh and Kevin slipped inside the warm cavern of Mark's mouth. Even though he couldn't move his hands he pressed as close to Mark as he could get, pressing his knee up against Mark's groin. Mark sighed again and Kevin teased his tongue, swirling his around lazily. Mark's hand worked it's way into his hair, tugging slightly, but hard enough to make Kevin moan into the kiss.

The small noise however seemed to break the spell and the light tug became a hard yank. Kevin gasped in pain as his head was pulled back cruelly and tears sprang to the corners of his eyes. He opened his eyes and seen that Mark had woken up and his eyes were spitting emerald flames at him. With a growl Mark pushed him away. Since he could use his arms he couldn't stop himself from falling off the bed and he landed with a loud 'ooof' on the floor. A minute later Mark was looming over him, his face set in a scowl and his hands balled into fists at his side.

"What the hell? Why are you here Nash?" He said quietly.

"You dumb asses left me here." He said as he tried to get into a sitting position.

"We did, didn't we?" Mark sounded confused and Kevin tilted his head.

Mark squatted down and Kevin flinched as he pulled him close. Instead of hitting him like he thought, the leather bounds loosened and soon his arms were free. With a grunt Mark go back to his feet and headed into the bathroom, leaving Kevin alone with his thoughts. He rubbed his arms, wincing as the feeling flooded back into them and pondered over the change in Mark's attitude. The water started and Kevin got shakily to his feet and headed towards the bathroom, no real plan in his mind. Quietly he pushed the door open and tiptoed into the room, sweat started almost immediately pouring down his face. The shower curtain was near transparent and Kevin took in the sight of Mark's nude form as water poured over it.

"No wonder Jacobs is addicted." Kevin though as his mouth ran dry.

He was already naked from the waist down and with a quick movement he stripped his shirt off and padded over to the tub. Mark was standing under the shower head and as quietly as he could Kevin drew the curtain aside and slipped in behind him. He slid his arms around Mark's waist and smiled when Mark whirled around to face him. Marks' hair was sticking to his face, and gently Kevin pushed it aside. Mark slapped his hand away and went to push Kevin away but Kevin pressed his lips to Mark's again and pushed him against the wall. The anger that Mark had been feeling a second ago morphed into something else and he blamed the steam and his hang over for making him pull Kevin closer and thrust his tongue into the man's mouth.


Glen had had a horrible night. He was used to having Mark at his side and ended up tossing and turning the entire time. As the morning light filtered through the crack in his curtains he admitted to himself that he had acted foolishly the night before. Instead of sitting down and talking things over he had turned tail and ran, the mark of a coward. He pulled himself into a sitting position and looked at himself in the mirror over the dresser. His eyes were bloodshot and his hair was tangled from him repeatedly running his hands through it. He looked as if he had aged ten years in the course of the night. Slowly he got to his feet, his body feeling as heavy as his heart.

He trudged into the bathroom and turned the water on, waiting until it hit the right temperature for him. He had stripped down to his boxers the night before and within minutes he was standing under the warm spray. His mind was fractured into a million different shards and he had no idea what he was going to do. Part of him wanted to go running back and throw himself into Mark's arms. He felt himself twitch to life as he thought about Mark and frowned. If he did that it would make him seem like he needed Mark to validate himself. He didn't want to come off as clingy but at the same time he knew that he missed Mark down to his core and wanted nothing more than to be back in bed with him.

The other part of him wanted to keep his distance. Mark at done and admitted to something last night that wasn't normal. It wasn't romantic to know that your other half got off to being bound and vunerable. And it made him sick that he had had Mark that way, and even sicker to know that deep down he had enjoyed it. He scrubbed his skin harder than was needed, trying to push all thoughts of Mark and the night before out of his mind. He had a meeting with Vince and Bill later that day to finalize the angle and to pick a date of debut. But instead of looking forward to it, he now was dreading it. It meant that he and Mark would be in close proximity for a while and Glen didn't know how he would handle that.

He stood under the spray until it blasted him with cold water, but even that didn't shock him out of his thoughts. Deep down what had hurt Glen the most was that Mark had stayed seated. He hadn't even tried to talk to him, instead he watched him go. Not a word or a gesture gave away the he even cared about what Glen had done. His silence confirmed what Glen had thought, he was nothing more than a play thing to Mark. By the time he roused himself out of his thoughts to move his body had air dried. His hair was one giant tangle and he roughly pulled the brush through it, not caring that he was pulling out large hunks of hair. He pulled his clothes on that he had worn the night before, scowling at the scent of smoke and dried sweat.

Glen didn't want to show up to his meeting with Vince and Bill smelling like a bar and fished through his pockets until he pulled out the key to Mark's room. He looked over at the clock on the nightstand, the bold red numbers read 10:30 am. Mark wouldn't be up yet, hell Glen didn't even know if he had spent the night in his room. He decided to head down and pick up his things. If Mark was there he'd just get his things and go, if he was awake. If not then he'd just quietly sneak in and out. Secretly Glen hoped that Mark wasn't there. He had no idea who he would react to seeing Mark lying in the bed with his hair spread over the pillow and only the sheet covering him.

He steeled his nerves and headed out of his room and down to the elevator. Even though the ride was short it was almost enough to ruin the bravado that Glen had worked up. The doors slid open with a 'whoosh' and Glen stepped out onto the floor. His nerves suddenly deserted him and he went to turn around and climb back onto the elevator but it had already slid closed and he heard it heading up. He swallowed and started down to the room, telling himself that this was nothing. It was only one friend going and getting his things from his friend's room. The door loomed before him suddenly and he looked at the doorknob as if it was going to bite him.

With a deep breath he fitted the key into the lock and twisted the knob, the metallic sound echoing loudly in the silent hallway. With a wince he pushed the door open and stopped dead in his tracks. On the bed were Mark and Kevin. Their moans and growls filled his ears and Glen backed away from the door, his heart dying in his chest at the sight. Neither man seen or realized that he was there, and just as quietly as he had opened the door he closed it; leaving the lovers to finish in peace.