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Jackson Avery POV:

Jackson had forgotten his wallet. He had been in such a rush to leave that he forgot that he had sat it on the table the previous night.

He really didn't want to go back in there, but maybe he could just make it quick and be gone again before things got worse. He was about to knock on the door when he heard the argument from inside.

He hated this. He hated that they were arguing again because of him.

"Whatever Daddy Issues he's having right now, once he gets over them, he's going to move on and you'll be nothing but a memory. His past."

Jackson felt like a knife had just gone in his chest. How could she think that? How could she believe that he was using Mark in such a callous way?

More than that, though. It made him think about his father. Ever since he had told Mark about what happened it seemed as if the man wouldn't leave his mind. The pain still raked a painful wound across his conscious.

To hell with the wallet. He just had to leave.

He had April on his service today and the woman would be a nice distraction. She kept him on schedule and gave Jackson little time to think of the disaster that was his morning.

Still, the woman knew something was off with him.

"Are you okay"?" she asked him as they scrubbed out from their second surgery.

"I'm good" Jackson told her. He wanted to tell her about Mark, but doing so just to tell her about his problems seemed unfair.

She still eyed him suspiciously "Fine" she said "but you know I'm here if you need me."

Jackson appreciated the girl's words "I know" he said as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and the two walked out of the OR room where they ran into Alex.

"Dude" he said "it's lunch time and I'm starving."

"Me too" Jackson said "I have to make a phone call, but I'll be there in a minute" looking at Alex he could see the man understood that he would need time alone.

"Come on, Kepner" Alex said grabbing her hand "I'm in the mood for something completely unhealthy"

Rolling her eyes April let Alex lead her away "That's not a surprise".

Once the two disappeared around the corner Jackson ducked into an empty on call room and immediately read Mark's message.

"I love you, no matter what. I hope you know that."

The message had made a lot of the tension that Jackson was feeling wash away. Jackson knew that being in the middle of him and Callie could not be easy.

He needed to call him.

After the second ring Mark picked up and gave Jackson an eager hello.

"How are you?" Jackson asked.

"I miss you" Mark told him "I'm sorry about this morning"

"You don't have anything to feel sorry for" Jackson said "me and Callie will work it out, I promise"

Despite his words he could still hear the worry in Mark's voice.

"If you're not watching Sofia, how about spending the night at my place?" Jackson asked.

"What about Alex and April?"

"They're working a double shift tonight and won't be home until well after midnight" Jackson answered. It would be good to spend time with Mark without the presence of Callie across the hall.

"It sounds good" Mark said.

"Okay" Jackson told him "Alex and April are waiting for me so I better head out, I love you"

"I love you too" Mark responded and Jackson was determined to make things as easy as possible for Mark. He would make Callie love him. He just had to figure out how.

Mark Sloan POV:

Mark still felt pretty upset when he made his way back home after taking a long walk through the park. He was glad Callie wasn't still there, though. He might not have been able to deal with her again that day. It was a shame that he most likely wouldn't see Sofia again until tomorrow, but that was okay. He was willing to sacrifice his time with her to be with Jackson.

He just needed to tell Jackson again how sorry he was about Callie's behaviour, even though it wasn't his fault. He could have done nothing to provide it, but it still hurt him that no matter what Jackson did, it seemed to never be enough in Callie's eyes.

Sighing, he pulled off his shirt and opened his jeans, before walking into his bathroom to take a shower. It was pretty hot today and he was sweating like crazy.

After a long shower, he definitely felt better. A lot, actually, even though the fight with Callie still clouded his mind. He didn't want to argue with her all of the time, but he wouldn't leave Jackson just because she felt he wasn't right for Mark. He loved him way too much to just break-up with him with no apparent reason, and despite their problems, he knew that Jackson loved him and wanted to be there for him, and he felt the same.

He just wished he could do something to make everything better. To make Callie like Jackson. To make Callie find a way to at least accept him in Mark's life. She never had those problems with Lexie, and taking her as an excuse to hate Jackson was just plain lame.

To get off his thoughts, he just shook his head a couple of times and imagined Jackson. When he sank down and closed his eyes, he saw his pretty blue eyes in front of him. And his smile. He couldn't wait to see him again. Only about an hour and he would be able to hold him in his arms again. He missed him already so much, even though it had only been a couple of hours since they said good-bye to each other.

Mark went to his bedroom and opened his drawer to take out some boxers and tight blue jeans. He combined it with a grey shirt and went to the bathroom again to make his hair. He wanted to look good for Jackson, and when he looked in the mirror he thought that he was pretty damn okay. Jackson would like that. And he would have his problems to resist him.

He put on some expensive perfume he had just bought a couple of days before and not yet used and hoped, Jackson would like it, before he left his bathroom and put on some shoes, when all of a sudden a walled demanded his attention. He grabbed it and opened it and immediately noticed that it was Jackson's. He must have left it in the morning when he rushed out of his apartment.

Mark put it in his pocked and grabbed his own wallet and his keys. He would walk to Jackson's apartment. That would take him longer, yes, but it would also give him the opportunity to totally cool down and shove away all the dark thoughts about Callie.

On his way to Jackson's, he passed by a flower shop and stood in front of it for like a minute, before he decided to go in. He felt a little silly when he bought a single red rose, but he didn't want to show up empty-handed and he also didn't want to overwhelm Jackson. They haven't been together for thislong anyways. One rose would be exactly right. At least he hoped so.

Still, he felt embarrassed when he was finally standing at Jackson's doorstep with the flower in his hand and pressing the bell.

He heard steps from inside and just a few seconds later Jackson showed up in the doorway with a smile on his face.

"Hi," he said, looking at Mark, who felt his heart beat faster immediately.

"Hi," he gave back, holding out the rose to Jackson. "This is... for you..."

Jackson grabbed the rose and took a step aside. "Thank you," he smiled and let Mark in. "You look good."

Mark's eyes scanned him and he had to swallow hard. If he thought he would make it hard for Jackson to resist him, he was pretty sure, Jackson had the same idea, because he looked delicious with this tight black jeans and his bright blue shirt that was even tighter. Mark could see the tracks of his muscles and it took a lot of him not to jump him right then.

"You... you too," he stammered, watching Jackson putting the rose on his kitchen counter and turning back to him.

"Are you hungry?" Jackson asked, and Mark moved towards him.

"Very..." he whispered once he was standing in front of him. But not for food."

Jackson looked at him and his cheeks turned slightly pink, before he reached out for Mark and pulled him even closer.

"Is that so?"

Mark nodded slowly. "Oh yeah..." He pressed Jackson against the counter and when he lifted him up, Jackson put his legs around Mark's waist so he could make him sit on the counter with his legs spread.

"I thought we would be waiting?" Jackson asked, his breath hitching without them having even kissed yet. And Mark felt exactly the same way.

"Yes... yes, I know," Mark gave back, softly touching Jackson's cheeks. "And I still think we should, but... but I... I need you so much. You have no idea."

Jackson's hands stroked along Mark's spine. "I do." He leaned down and kissed Mark on the lips. It was a sweet and soft kiss and he just held him tight. "I'm so sorry things between me and Callie are so difficult. I can only imagine what you're going through with being in the middle of that."

"It's not your fault that Callie is such an ignorant bitch sometimes. She doesn't even give you a chance, and I don't get it," Mark replied holding him close and leaning against his chest. "But I don't care... either she accepts you, or things might get pretty ugly between us, because I won't give up on you. I promise." He closed his eyes and listened to Jackson's heartbeat, and it was so soothing, so wonderful, and he felt so safe and secure in this moment. He didn't want to think about Callie at all, but he couldn't help it.

"You know what?" he said after a while and looked up at Jackson. "Just forget about her for tonight. Let tonight be only about us. You and me. Deal?"

Jackson smiled down at him. "Deal."

"Good... so why don't you kiss me again and we... talk about what we would do with each other if we wouldn't actually have promised each other to wait?" he asked with a mischievous grin. Oh yes, this evening might become very interesting.

Jackson Avery POV:

This was the kind of night Jackson wanted. Just he and Mark alone and remembering why the two loved each other so much.

"Good... so why don't you kiss me again and we... talk about what we would do with each other if we wouldn't actually have promised each other to wait?"

The words had sent a rush of blood right to Jackson's groin. The things he wanted to do to Mark, and have Mark do to him were almost too immeasurable to put into words, but Jackson wasn't above trying.

Sitting on the counter with Mark between his legs facing him Jackson ghosted a kiss across his neck. Close enough to tease, but never touching.

"I'd start by taking that shirt off of you" Jackson said "Slow, of course"

"After that, I'd kiss your shoulders and work my down to your nipples" Jackson gave Mark a wicked smile "I know how sensitive they are" he rubbed the outside of Mark's shirt and got a shiver from him.

"You would help me take my pants off, they are just a tad bit tight so it may take a lot of work" Jackson wrapped a leg around Mark's waist and pulled the man closer.

"Once I was down to my boxers I would guide you to your knees" Jackson's voice dropped an octave "I would be so hard for you, Mark, so hard for that mouth that can do amazing things"

Jackson could feel the heat grow between the two of them. To be honest he didn't really think talking like this would amount to much, but Jackson had to admit it really got his engines going.

"Once you remove my boxers and take me in your mouth I'd moan like I did our first time" Mark placed two firm hands on either side of Jackson.

"This is going to drive me insane, you know that, right?"

"I'm counting on it" Jackson told him and placed a kiss on his cheek.

Jackson was just about to hop off the counter and finish dinner when he heard something that sounded unfamiliar.

"You hear that?" Jackson asked as he looked towards the kitchen entrance.

"The sound of my erection about to burst from my jeans?" Mark asked "Yeah, I hear that"

"No, it sounded like keys or something" Jackson said.

"Alex and April are working double shifts" Mark told him "don't worry about it"

Jackson knew the man was right, but he couldn't ignore the bit of apprehension that said he had just missed something.

"Continue with me giving you the best blowjob of your life" Mark said "you hadn't cum yet"

Jackson laughed and wrapped a hand around Mark's neck.

"After dinner" he said as he gave him a kiss "Right now I'm starving".

Mark Sloan POV:

"You know you're pretty good at this stuff," Mark said chewing while he and Jackson were having dinner.

"What? Cooking?" Jackson asked with a smile.

"Yeah... it's absolutely delicious. Still I'm glad you became a doctor and not a cook," Mark replied, feeling really happy at that very moment.

"Why's that?" Jackson wanted to know, but Mark could see that he already knew the answer, but that he wanted to hear it anyways.

Mark moved his plate away just a little bit, so he could lean over the table. He placed a hand on Jackson's cheek and caressed it softly. "Because..." he started...because we might have never met if you would have been a cook."

Jackson shrugged. "You never know. Sometimes I think, what belongs together will find a way..."

"Like destiny?" Mark asked with a happy smile.

Jackson nodded. "Yeah, something like that," he answered.

Mark pressed a soft kiss onto his lips before he leaned back. "Who would have guessed you're such a romantic?"

Gently, Jackson grabbed Mark's hand and squeezed it. "Sometimes I am. With the right person in front of me."

Mark took another bite of his food, sighing satisfied. "You know what? Even though I said I wouldn't mention her again this evening... Callie would love your food."

A surprised look was on Jackson's face. "Really? You think so?"

"Definitely," Mark answered without hesitation. "You're awesome... it's just so good. Almost better than sex."

Jackson rolled his eyes, grinning. "You're such an idiot."

"But I'm your idiot, right?" Mark took Jackson's hand again and made him stand up and come round the table to sit down in his lap.

"Only mine," Jackson whispered, before he leaned down and kissed Mark. The kiss started slow and gentle, but then Jackson's tongue found its way into his mouth and within a couple of seconds, it was fighting with Mark's for dominance, while Jackson's hands slid underneath Mark's shirt and his fingers pressed just the right buttons for Mark to moan in pleasure.

"Are you sure it's better than sex?" Jackson asked once they parted with a satisfied grin on his lips.

"I said almost," Mark corrected him, moving his hands up and down Jackson's thighs. "Sex is still a little better."

Jackson raised an eyebrow. "Only a little?" He leaned forward, licking Mark's earlobe. "Then I guess..." he started whispering into his ears. "...I guess you don't need anything like that tonight."

And with that he got up from Mark's lap and rounded the table to collect first his and then Mark's plate since they were already finished with their food.

Mark watched him bewildered, not believing what Jackson had just said, but obviously he meant it, since he was just starting to clean the dishes instead of just putting them into the dish washer.

"Wait, are you serious?"

When Jackson turned around and looked at him, he had a vicious grin on his lips. "Of course I am. Don't you think I can survive an evening without sex?"

Mark got on his feet and moved to Jackson in a heartbeat. "Two nights," he corrected him. "It's already the 2nd night we did nothave sex."

"Someone's counting," Jackson replied, looking really satisfied. "I bet you won't be able to hold back any longer. In just a couple of hours..." He looked him in the eyes. "Okay... make that minutes... in just a couple of minutes you're going to rip off all my clothes and jump me, because you want me so much. I can see it in your eyes."

"I do want you," Mark admitted. "But you really think I couldn't abstain from sex tonight?"

"Well..." Jackson said, looping his arms around Mark's neck and pulling him very close. "I think it's gonna be hard for you. As hard as your cock will be once I start talking again. About all the things I would do to you, if you would just admit that you can't live without sex for more than a night."

"Challenge accepted. I think I can survive without sex longer than you do. I mean, just look at me," Mark pointed at himself. "Who would blame you for wanting your hot, sexy boyfriend to fuck you into the mattress like there's no tomorrow?"

Jackson took in a sharp breath and Mark watched him swallow hard.

"I bet..." Mark said, rubbing himself against Jackson's body. "By the end of the evening I'm gonna have you beggin' for my cock."

Jackson let go of Mark and took a step back. "I wouldn't be so sure about that," he grinned, and there was some kind of fire in his eyes. A fire that said that he accepted the challenge as well. Oh yeah, that would be a very interesting night.