A/N: And here we go again… :-) And this time the new chapter includes a lot of Mark and Jackson again, even though it starts with Alex and Lewis… and some discoveries.
Thanks again for the comments and we're glad at least some of you don't hate Lewis that much anymore… he DID bad things, but he's already doubting his decisions, so…
Anyways… enjoy Chapter 35! And Review, if you have a moment :-)
Alex Karev POV:
"You're a good guy, Lewis" Alex said as he rubbed a comforting hand down the man's back "you've had a lot of fucked-up shit to deal with and sometimes we don't react the way we would like too"
Lewis looked up at him and his blue eyes almost made Alex forget what he was going to say. Damn, he was a beautiful person.
"I know how a crappy life can make you feel like a crappy person, but you're not and the fact that you just sat here and told me the truth, and let me know that maybe this vendetta against Jackson isn't the best thing only goes to show that"
Lewis leaned in and kissed him "Anybody who doesn't understand how amazing you are is a fool" Lewis said and Alex's chest warmed at the words.
"Why don't we get out of here for the night?" Alex quivered "I've come to realize that I haven't had the chance to properly show you off "
With a laugh Lewis wrapped his arms around Alex "But we're comfortable and we have Chinese food-"
"Oh, come on" Alex said as he stood and pulled up a reluctant Lewis "not that I don't enjoy long nights with you and take-out, but there is a whole world out there that I want to show you" he saddled up to Lewis' body and kissed the man on the neck "tell me you'll go out with me"
"How can I say no when you're doing that?" Lewis whispered "Let me get my shoes on and we can hit the town"
Alex wanted a place that was both different from Lewis' apartment, but still familiar enough to be comfortable. The only place that sounded remotely like that was Joe's.
"A bar?" Lewis asked "Are you trying to recreate our first meeting?"
"That's not a bad idea" Alex laughed "that was a particularly good night if I remember correctly"
"It was" Lewis confirmed "and I for one would love a repeat performance"
When the two entered the bar Alex could tell Lewis wasn't impressed by what he saw.
"It's called Joe's" Alex said "and it's a right of passage for anyone who works at Seattle Grace"
"Is that right?" Lewis asked as Alex led him to the bar.
"You bet your ass" Alex said before turning his attention to the portly and affable bartender who approached them "Hey Joe" Alex smiled "can I get two?"
"Sure thing" Joe said and it took him less then a second to reach around, pop the tops and hand Alex two bottles.
"Thanks" and with that Alex walked towards one of the booths that was located in the back. 'Joe's' could fool the average person if they expected it to be just an average run of the mill bar.
Walking in the bar looked pretty unexceptional, but once you hit the back it opened up to a room that could easily house a small restaurant.
"I'm impressed" Lewis said as they found a booth and Alex scooted in for Lewis to quickly follow.
"I won't even tell you how many significant moments went down in this place" Alex told him "but rest assured that it's most definitely a second home"
Looking over at him Lewis smiled "Thanks for bringing me here" and taking a drink of his beer he reached down and grabbed Alex's hand.
The two men were talking about some of Alex's stories when the man looked up and he could see Jackson at the front of the bar talking very animatedly to a guy Alex didn't recognize. Turning his head towards Lewis Alex could see that Jackson was blocked from his view.
Their previous night had been a disaster, but maybe Alex could do something to fix that now. "I'll be right back" Alex said as he leaned over and gave Lewis a kiss on the cheek.
"Where are you going?" Lewis said "I was just getting comfortable"
Holding up his empty bottle Alex smiled "Don't miss me too much"
"I'll do my best" Lewis responded with a smile of his own.
Reaching the bar Alex walked up behind Jackson and tapped the man on the shoulder "Jackson" he said and the man jumped before turning around to look at Alex.
He could see Jackson give him a wide smile "Hey Alex" he said and his attitude was remarkably different from that afternoon. He didn't seem closed off and cautious.
"Me and Lewis have a booth in the back" Alex said "why don't you come back and have a drink with us"
"No, thanks" Jackson said "I don't want to ruin a romantic evening"
"Come on, dude" Alex said "can we put the snide remarks aside for one night and try to hang out like we used to?"
"I have people to hang out with, Alex" Jackson told him "so why don't you go back to your boyfriend...I don't want him thinking I took another one away"
Alex knew something was wrong. Jackson's eyes were glassy and distant. That look was the same one his father used to have when he came from a bar gig.
"Are you high?" Alex whispered harshly as he grabbed Jackson's arm.
"Of course not" Jackson responded snatching his arm back "I'm a doctor"
"Jacks-"
"You alright, Jackson?" a man said. He was tall, muscled, but wearing a suit that looked too good to not have some kind of prestigious career.
"Yeah, I'm good, Gary" Jackson told him "I think we should find a better establishment. I'm not too fond of the company in this one"
"Sounds good to me" Gary said as he wrapped an arm around Jackson's neck and the two turned and headed out the door.
Seeing Jackson leave created a cold pit in Alex's stomach.
Lewis was looking over a menu when Alex came back.
"I have to say, for a bar, this place does not skimp on the food"
Alex could see Lewis' mouth moving, but he couldn't hear the words.
"You okay?" Lewis asked him concerned "you look like you've just seen a ghost"
Alex was about to speak, but the thought of telling Lewis worried him. Would the man follow Alex's suspicions and go to use it against Jackson? The two brothers were in a war and although Lewis had told him that he was getting tired of going after Jackson that didn't mean that he wouldn't still do it.
Alex had caused enough trouble for Jackson and if the man was doing what Alex thought he was doing a part of that was also Alex's guilt to bear.
No, Alex would find out what was going on and he would fix this. He owed Jackson that much.
"I'm fine" Alex said smiling " I just thought I saw someone I knew"
"Okay" Lewis said as he grabbed his hand again "I think I'm going to have to get some of these wings"
"Sounds good" Alex responded as he tried to settle in and find that comfort once again.
Mark Sloan POV:
Mark looked at his watch. He had to leave for his therapy session with Lewis soon, even though he'd rather cancel than face Jackson's older brother. They hadn't seen each other or talked since the dinner and since Lewis had kissed him, and it would most definitely be really awkward, having to do some exercises with him.
On the other hand: he hadn't really talked to Jackson since this evening either. And he hadn't seen him. Jackson had tried to call him, Jackson had left messages asking... begging Mark to talk to him, but so far he hadn't called him back. Because it was just so much to take in and he still felt so bad for not trusting him.
Mark knew it was him who had destroyed this relationship for not believing in Jackson and Arizona had been right with every word she had said the night afterwards. She wouldn't have doubted Jackson but he had and he had no idea how to make it up to him. If Jackson would even ever talk to him again. He hadn't contacted him for more than 24 hours... which wasn't a good sign, Mark assumed. He needed to do something if he didn't want to lose Jackson.
Sighing, he grabbed his purse and his key and left his apartment. He locked up and made his way to the hospital by foot. He was glad he had those couple of moments to cool down... to clear his head, since he still didn't know what to say to Lewis. But he would see as soon as he stood in front of him. They most definitely had to talk about this incident.
Mark entered the hospital, standing in front of the elevator and waiting for it to arrive when a familiar voice sounded from behind him.
"Good Morning Doctor Sloan, are you on your way to Lewis? I mean Doctor Avery? The older one?"
Mark cringed, but put a smile on his face when turning around.
"Doctor Holt... nice to see you," he lied, because he definitely couldn't stand the man. At all.And he couldn't even tell exactly why. "Yeah, I'm on my way to Lewis..."
"Seems like we're both on our way to an Avery then," Michael grinned. "I need to see Jackson..."
Suspicious, Mark raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
"Because we need to talk about a case of mine," Michael replied truthfully and somehow Mark couldn't shake off the feeling that Michael loved to rub that fact into his face.
"You two spend quite a lot of time together lately... you do realize that Jackson is the head of plastics at the moment, right? I'm sure he has his own patients to deal with. Especially with taking care of the pit in between..." he commented.
"Are you questioning my responsibilities? Or his?" Michael asked and Mark had to bite his tongue not to let out a sharp comment, but that wouldn't help anyone.
"Nope... just wondering why you need to spend so much time with my boyfriend lately..." he simply gave back, turning to the elevator and hoping, it would arrive soon. Why did these things always take so long when you needed them most?
"Oh? He's still your boyfriend? That's not what I heard..." Michael smiled predominantly, causing Mark to stare at him in shock.
"Did he tell you we broke up?" He felt knots building in his stomach. Had Jackson already given up on him and this was his way of telling him? Through his possible new boyfriend?
"No!" Michael replied immediately. "But he didn't have to... I haven't seen you near him in a couple of days and he hadn't talked about you either..."
"Maybe because our relationship is none of your business" Mark snapped, letting out a relieved sigh when the ring of the elevator showed that it was finally there. "And if you'll excuse me now, I need to get to my therapy session with Lewis..."
Quickly, he entered the elevator, hoping, Michael wouldn't try to get in with him, but the last thing he heard him say before the door closed was "Have a nice day Doctor Sloan", in a tone that made Mark want to vomit.
Were people talking about him and Jackson not being a couple anymore already? Were the rumours spreading that fast? But Mark didn't want them to be over. He needed Jackson in his life, and he knew he had to do something nowbefore it was too late. But first he needed to clear the air with Lewis.
It took him almost five minutes to knock at the door of the gymnastic room once he was standing in front of it and another minute to finally walk in, seeing Lewis standing there and smiling at him.
"Mark, good morning. How are you today?"
He acted as if nothing had ever happened between them and Mark seriously didn't know how to deal with it right now.
"I'm... I'm good, thanks..."
"No other episode?" he wanted to know, coming closer and causing Mark to step back. "Everything alright?"
Mark rolled his eyes. "Besides the fact that you kissed me the other night, yes... everything's alright..."
"Listen, Mark..." Lewis started. "I hoped we could forget about that... It was a weak moment and it won't happen again..."
"Are you sure?" Mark asked back. "Because I remember you saying you wanted to destroy Jackson's life... that you wanted to take away the one thing he loves most... me..."
"I know I went too far and I shouldn't have done this... I thought about it quite a lot... and I've even talked to Alex about it... I told him that I tried to kiss you and I realized that I don't want things to be like that... and that I don't wanna lose Alex, but I will if I go on doing things like that..." Lewis replied, and even though Mark didn't want to believe him first, his words seemed so honest.
"You sure?" Mark asked doubtful. "I would hate not to be able to do my exercises with you anymore, but... you have to know that Jackson is the most important thing in my life and I can't lose him... and if you go on hitting on me, I just can't go on doing this..."
"I understand..." Lewis gave back, reaching out and consolingly patting Mark's arm. "But I assure you, it won't happen again. Everything from now on will be on a professional base, okay?"
Mark let it sink in for a couple of seconds, but then he nodded. "Okay... But if you ever pull a stand like that again, I'm out."
"Understood," Lewis agreed. "So can we get started?" he asked with an open smile.
Again, Mark nodded. "Yeah... let's do this..."
He felt a lot better after his session with Lewis and he just hoped that Lewis meant the words he had said, but he hadn't tried anything during the past two hours, so Mark was willing to believe him. He could still stop seeing him anytime if something happened again, but he hoped he didn't have to.
And now came the difficult part of his day. Mark had to find Jackson and talk to him. He needed to tell him that he loved him and that he had been completely wrong about him. He needed to tell him that he didn't want them to be over and that he would fight for him.
He headed to Jackson's office, but he didn't find him there, so he went down to the pit and he was glad it seemed to be a quiet day down there. He found Alex breeding over a patient's chart, looking around for Jackson.
"Karev!" he called him, causing Alex to look up.
"Yeah?"
"Have you seen Jackson? I need to talk to him and it's really important..." Mark replied immediately.
"He should be back any minute..." Alex told him. "Holt took him for a consult about an hour ago, saying it wouldn't take long..."
This information felt like a punch in the stomach, but Mark put on a fake smile, nodding at Alex. "Okay... thanks..."
The minute he turned around, Jackson and Holt were just entering the pit and when Holt noticed him - right before Jackson did - another one of his asshole smiles appeared on his lips.
"See you later then, Jackson..." he said and before he left, he touched Jackson's arm. In a way Mark didn't like, and he could tell from the look on Jackson's face that he didn't like it either. But maybe because he, Mark, was here watching them? He wasn't so sure about that.
He moved towards Jackson, looking at him once he stood in front of him. "Can... can we talk somewhere? Do you have a minute or two?"
The pain in Jackson's eyes was almost unbearable for Mark, and he knew he most likely was the reason for him suffering.
"You sure you want to talk? I tried to call you a hundred times, but you didn't even bother to tell me you're okay..."
"Because I wasn't..." Mark replied truthfully. "Because it was all just too much to take over the past few days... but I realized that... that I need you... and that I can't live without you... and that I messed it all up..."
"Mark..." Jackson said, biting his lip. "Maybe we should go somewhere else..."
Mark looked around, noticing a few people looking at them.
"You know what? I don't care... I don't care what anyone else thinks about me... Everyone can know that I love you, and that I'm a big fat asshole, and that I hurt you by doubting in you..." he said out loud, seriously not caring for the people around. "If you break up with me, I know I deserve it, because I should have trusted you. I know you, Jackson, and I should have known that you would never do the things Lewis told me you did. Because you're better than that. You're better than me..."
"Mark!" Jackson said again, and Mark noticed Jackson's embarrassment.
"Okay, okay..." Mark replied, lifting up his hands defensively. "I get it... and I am sorry..." He grabbed Jackson by the waist, pulling him close and placing a tender kiss on his lips, then on his forehead. "I love you so much... and I seriously need to talk to you... please give me a chance... I'm waiting for you in your office... and if you're not there in half an hour, I will go home and not bother you ever again..."
And with those words he let go of Jackson and made his way out of the pit and towards Jackson's office, hoping that his outburst didn't have any consequences for Jackson, but if so, he would take the blame for it completely, because Jackson had nothing to do with any of it. In fact, Mark had done this all by himself. Completely spontaneous.
Jackson Avery POV:
Jackson knew it was going to be a bad morning from the moment he walked into the pit and Alex stared at him with enough pity to make it feel like Jackson was suffocating.
"Avery" Alex said as he approached him "can we talk?"
"No" Jackson told him "It's been a long couple of days and I just want to get this day over with, okay?"
"Are we going to pretend I didn't see what I saw the other night?"
Jackson sighed. This was going to be a conversation he wasn't going to be able to avoid.
"Sorry about how I acted" Jackson said "I was drunk and it was uncalled for"
"Really, Jackson?" Alex folded his arms across his chest "do you really think I don't know what someone who is high as a kite looks like?"
A cold chill went down Jackson's spine "You don't know what the hell you're talking about, Karev" he hissed "now shut the hell up before someone overhears you and takes your ridiculous assumptions as truth"
Walking around Alex he felt the man put a hand on his shoulder "Talk to me man, please"
"I have work to do" Jackson responded and walking into the pit he made it a point not to look at Alex for the rest of the morning.
Jackson knew Mark had a session today and as much as he tried not to look for the guy Jackson couldn't help himself. He had tried calling multiple times, but Mark was not very interested in talking and Jackson could catch a hint.
It still hurt like a bitch, though.
Then came Holt.
He approached Jackson with a nauseating smile and sickeningly sweet words of apology for the scene between him and Eli.
"I could really use some help on this consult" Holt told Jackson "my patient has severe nerve damage and I need to know the best way to go about fixing it without leaving permanent scarring"
Jackson wanted to tell him to fuck off, but he was a doctor and that took precedence over his dislike for the man. So telling Alex that he would be back he followed Holt to the neuro wing.
The woman who went by the name Sandra Myers was suffering from a Brachial Plexus Injury, It meant that Holt would have to go in through the woman's neck and, if more damage was there then indicated, would have to go through the shoulder and arm.
As much as Jackson couldn't stand Holt he had to admit the man was a very good surgeon. He was still looking over the woman's x-rays when Meredith walked in and looked surprised to see Jackson standing beside Holt.
"Jackson?" the woman asked curiously "I thought you had the pit this week"
"I called him in for a consult" Michael told her "you mind giving us a little privacy?"
Looking back towards Meredith Jackson smiled "That's not necessary" he said "we could use your input".
Michael looked a bit put off by the comment and Jackson knew he would have to hear about it later. "Please, Meredith" Michael said "if you could start on my post-ops"
He turned back towards the x-ray "You see this section of damage" Michael said to Jackson as he put his hand on the small of Jackson's back "I think that would be the best entrance point".
Jackson was so focused on the image in front of him that Michael's movement went completely unnoticed.
"Meredith?" Michael asked again looking at the woman as he saw her look at the placement of his hand "now, please"
"Right" she said tightly and turning she headed out of the room.
Removing his hand from Jackson's back Michael gave a small smile "Now, I was thinking that you could repair the skin and outer surfaces of the nerve"
"Seems like a good plan" Jackson told him "just let me know when you want to perform the surgery so I can put it on my schedule" and stepping away he walked towards the door.
"I'll come with you" Michael said "I want to grab a bite to eat anyway"
Jackson didn't say anything as Holt followed him down to the pit and as the two men entered the entrance of the pit Jackson couldn't help but look for Mark one last time, but the man was nowhere to be seen.
"Thanks again, Jackson" Holt said as he ran his hand up Jackson's arm.
"What are you doing?" Jackson said "I told you that isn't acceptable anymore"
"My apologies" Michael smiled as he looked towards the front and following his gaze Jackson saw Mark standing there. At the sight of Mark; Holt and anything involving him instantly left Jackson's mind.
Mark's public declaration came as a surprise and an embarrassment. Jackson was not the kind for such public displays of affection and Mark grabbing him around the waist and kissing him made him tense.
Still, Mark had told him everything he wanted to hear. He was willing to give Jackson another chance.
So, twenty minutes later Jackson managed to get to his office and walking in he closed the door.
The two men stood facing each other, both too afraid to be the first one to speak.
"Jackson I-"
Jackson couldn't contain himself. Rushing over he captured Mark in a bruising kiss. It held all the hope, fear, and love that he had for them and what they had.
He could feel Mark was stunned, but it didn't take long for Mark to wrap his arms around Jackson's waist and return the kiss in kind and in intensity.
The desperation was evident in both men. No matter how bad things got between them, when they were like this they, and their love, was untouchable.
When the two finally broke apart they were completely breathless.
"I'm so sorry" Mark whispered in his ear "I should have believed you were the man I always knew you were; honest and good"
Laying his forehead on Mark's shoulder Jackson took a deep breath "No, I'm sorry Mark. I didn't give you much reason to put faith in me. I just...I lied because I didn't want you to look at me like you did that night, like everyone eventually looks at me"
Putting his finger under Jackson's chin he lifted the man's head to look him directly in the eye.
"Why did you or Tyler never tell Lewis the truth?"
"We tried" Jackson told him "well, Tyler tried" he corrected "he spent months just trying to get in contact with him. Phone calls and letters, I even tried to get my mother to get Lewis, but she wouldn't do it. She...washed her hands of me"
"Jackson" Mark said sadly "if he only knew the truth"
"That is the truth to him, Mark" Jackson said "he's never thought much of me and him seeing us together in that bed only confirmed every bad thought he ever had about me. I could tell him a thousand times over that it never happened and he would call me a liar a thousand times over"
"There has to be a way to fix this" Mark said "he's your family"
"You're my family" Jackson said "that's who I need to be concerned about and I let him come between us too much as it is"
Mark stroked Jackson's back "I love you Jackson" he said "and I'm going to make this work, okay?"
"We're going to make this work" he corrected Mark and leaning in Jackson kissed the man again.
Mark Sloan POV:
Mark was really relieved that Jackson was willing to give him - give them - another chance. That he seemed to love him just as much as Mark loved Jackson. He was sure they could just overcome everything, even though it wouldn't be easy, but on the other hand; Love never was. Mark was willing to fight for Jackson, even though he didn't really know fighting. Normally he would just show the white feather. In all his former relationships he had ran away when things got difficult, and whenever he tried to put up a fight, he lost, but he wasn't about to lose this one.
He looked at Jackson for a moment, thinking about bringing up Michael, but he didn't want to get in another fight with him and things were still tense between them. Even though he didn't plan on accusing him of something, quite the opposite. He rather felt like Michael did all the things he did on purpose.
"I promise you, I won't believe what anyone else says anymore before I have talked to you," Mark said after a while. "And I'm truly sorry for what I said... you didn't deserve that..."
"Mark... don't take the whole blame... we both made mistakes..." Jackson said, putting his arms around Mark's neck and moving in close.
"Seriously... if it's on someone, it's on both of us, but let's not talk about it anymore, okay?"
Mark swallowed. "But... I think there is something you should know... I mean... I have reasons for believing Lewis, even though I shouldn't have put this on you..."
"I know..." Jackson said, and seemed to regret it a second later.
Surprised, Mark looked at him. "What do you mean by that?"
"I... I'm sorry... I shouldn't have said anything... Arizona's gonna kill me..." Jackson replied, looking slightly distressed.
"I'm not gonna tell her..." Mark promised. "But I still need to know what she told you... Because I'm sure there is more to the story than she knows... I need to explain this..."
Jackson nodded understandingly. "Well... she said that you slept with Derek's wife... with this Addison... and that this is the reason you know such things can happen."
"That's partly true," Mark replied, taking a few steps back and sitting down on Jackson's desk, spreading his legs and pulling Jackson close, so he could look him in the eye.
"You wanna know what the first thing Derek ever did to me was when I arrived here for the very first time?" Mark asked, a sad smile on his lips at the memory.
"Sure..." Jackson gave back, placing his hands on Mark's shoulders and rubbing them gently.
"He hit me... he punched me straight in the face... He saw me talking to Meredith and he totally lost it... it was really bad... we hadn't talked in years and he wasn't willing to talk to me at this moment..." Mark explained. "There was so much hate in his eyes in this moment because he thought I was taking another woman away from him... but you know what?" He moved his hands up and down Jackson's waist. "From this moment on I knew we could still find a way... because as long there was hate, there was at least something... some feeling... if he wouldn't have cared... if he would have ignored me, it would have been way worse."
"You think so?" Jackson asked in between.
Mark nodded immediately. "I know it..." he assured him. "And that's why I think the situation between you and Lewis is similar. He still cares for you and he's still hurting when he thinks about Tyler... I'm sure there is still a chance for you to be brothers again, even if it most likely takes time."
"Can we please not talk about Lewis right now?" Jackson wanted to know, looking at Mark, and Mark could literally feel how uncomfortable Jackson felt whenever he mentioned Lewis name.
"Of course... I'm sorry... it's just... so similar to what I was going through, even though... you're still a better person than I am, since you didn't do the things he accused you of," Mark said, feeling a knot in his stomach. "The thing is... I know such things can happen... especially when there are feelings involved... with me and Addison... I loved this woman so much, I would have done everything for her... I risked my friendship with Derek for her and I even moved to Seattle to be close to her, but in the end she still chose Derek, even though that didn't work out either..."
Mark let out a frustrated sigh. "It turned out the worst possible way, because in the end neither of us had her... and I lost Derek, too..."
"But you got him back" Jackson replied with a small smile.
Mark nodded. "Yeah... after what felt like forever... and I don't know if I would do it all over again if I had the chance to relive everything. Maybe... maybe not... I'm not sure if it was worth it."
"If you loved her, it most likely was... or you wouldn't have done it, Mark. If I know one thing, then it's that you're a fighter. Especially if you love someone..." Jackson gave back.
"You're right," Mark said. "And the first time I came to Seattle was mostly to bring Addison home... to get her back and go home with her... but my life turned out so completely different than I pictured it back then."
"And I'm glad it did" Jackson commented. "I don't even want to imagine that you wouldn't be here... my life would be different now as well..."
"Yeah..." Mark smiled, pulling Jackson closer and placing a soft kiss on his lips, before going on talking. "But what I wanted to say about it: I would have totally understood you if you had slept with Tyler if you had feelings for him. If you love someone, you sometimes can't think straight... Or maybe... maybe it's just me..."
He leaned his forehead against Jackson's. "Maybe I'm just a really bad person because I did the things I did..."
"Don't be so hard on yourself..." Jackson replied, placing a hand on Mark's cheek and stroking it softly. "It's okay now... but I'm glad you told me everything..."
"I had to... even though that's no excuse for my behaviour..." Mark commented.
"You're a human... you make mistakes... and I do too... I don't wanna have a perfect boyfriend without any flaws. I want you." A smile crossed Jackson's lips. "Just the way you are."
"And I want you," Mark gave back, catching Jackson's lips in another kiss. "God, I love you so much... you have no idea..."
"I think I do," Jackson grinned, letting himself fall into Mark's embrace completely.
"I missed you," Mark whispered, moving his hands up and down Jackson's back, along his spine. "I wanna make you feel how much I missed you right now."
"I... I don't think that's a good idea, Mark..." Jackson objected, but not letting go of Mark. "What if someone comes in?"
"Can't you lock the door?" Mark asked, starting to suck at Jackson's neck, knowing that this special spot would make him go crazy.
"I need to get back to the pit... I can't leave Alex alone for so long..."
"He's gonna be okay... but I'm not..." Mark whimpered, moving his hips against Jackson's. "I'm so sorry, but I'm... so desperate for your touch... it makes me go crazy... I need you to fuck me... I need to feel you inside of me... Now..."
He licked his lips, wetting it with saliva, looking at Jackson with a seductive look in his eyes. "Please sleep with me... make me feel complete again..." He leaned forward so he could whisper into Jackson's ear. "Without a condom... I wanna feel you completely... We've only done it the other way round... now it's my turn... make love to me..."
Jackson Avery POV:
Jackson couldn't deny that Mark's words were turning him on. He could already feel himself getting hard with nothing more then the man's words.
"Mark we-"
"Come on Jackson" Mark said as he kissed his neck "I need you"
Trailing his mouth from Jackson's neck he went and captured the man's lips in another kiss and this was an argument that Jackson knew he was not going to win.
"Hold up" Jackson told Mark as he broke away and ran to the door to lock it. He turned around to see Mark give him a sly smile and returning it he pushed Mark down onto his desk and leaned over the man to kiss him again.
"We don't have a lot of time" Jackson said "and if we do this I want to make it special"
Leaning up Mark put his hand on the back of Jackson's neck "This is special" Mark told him "I want it fast and dirty."
Jackson's erection only got harder
Reaching between their bodies Jackson found Mark's belt and unlooping it he followed that by unbuttoning the man's pants and zipper before pulling them down to the man's ankles. Pulling him forward to the edge of the desk Jackson got onto his knees to make himself eye level with Mark's cock.
It was already rigid and begging for some kind of attention. Leaning in Jackson gave a light kiss to the head and then stuck his tongue out to tease the slit.
"Jackson" Mark whispered harshly "please"
"I got you" Jackson assured and grabbing onto Mark's shoes he quickly slipped them off and finished doing away with his pants and shorts.
Swirling his tongue around Mark's shaft Jackson felt the man buck forward. Placing his hands on Mark's thighs Jackson took his cock into his mouth and started to give long, deep suctions.
"Fuck" he heard Mark say as his hands found the top of Jackson's head.
"Missed you so much, Jackson" he said "was going crazy not having you with me"
His words urged Jackson on and moving his hands up from Mark's thighs to his waist he held onto them firmly as the hot flesh in his mouth moved over his tongue. Pulling back he looked up at Mark.
"Stand up"
Mark didn't hesitate and once on his feet Jackson wetted his index finger and reaching around to Mark's opening he started to tease the opening.
He could hear Mark's breathe hitch and taking that as a cue he took Mark's cock into his mouth once again. It took a few minutes to loosen Mark enough to enter a second finger and then a third, but when Jackson felt the man was ready he let Mark's cock leave his mouth and stood up and pushed him up against the desk. Grabbing Mark's ass he lifted him up and sat him on top of his desk.
Mark pulled Jackson in and kissed him fiercely "Fuck me, Jackson" he said "I need it"
Nodding his head he started to pull down his scrub pants and shorts. Kicking his shoes off he took off the bottom of his clothing completely before pushing Mark down and then pulling him to the edge of the desk once again.
Leaning down he kissed the side of Mark's neck "Are you sure about this?"
Grabbing Jackson's head he made the man look at him "Yes...more then anything. I trust you completely, Jackson"
Jackson felt dizzy with love. It was things that he had wanted so desperately to hear, but he was sure that he had lost forever.
Leaning down he kissed Mark as a tear ran down his face "I love you so much"
"I love you too" he heard Mark tell him.
Lining himself up with Mark's opening he started to push in slowly. He had just gotten the head in when he felt Mark grip his shoulder tightly in order to try and outwit the pain.
"Let me know if it hurts too much" Jackson told him.
"It's good, we're good. Keep going" Mark said and Jackson continued to push forward.
It took a few stops and starts, but when Jackson was fully in Mark lifted his legs and wrapped them around Jackson's waist and the different angle seemed to make the older man more comfortable.
Leaning over Mark Jackson started to thrust in and out of him and the gasp that he received sounded more like pleasure then pain.
"Fuck, Jackson...it's amazing"
Looking down at Mark and seeing the man's eyes close in enjoyment Jackson could feel a sense of pride. It was a feeling he hadn't had for such a long time he almost forgot it existed.
Increasing his speed he wrapped a hand around Mark's shaft and started to pump it in time with his thrusts.
"Yeah, just like that" Mark told him "harder; faster"
Jackson was all too happy to oblige. Going faster Mark started to bounce off the desk with each thrust back into him and as Jackson could feel sweat start to dot his forehead he buried his face in Mark's neck and Mark wrapped an arm around Jackson's back.
Pumping faster Jackson could feel Mark's cock stiffen.
"Jackson I'm-I'm" and before he could finish Mark's release landed between their bodies.
Jackson pumped until he felt the last drop was taken from Mark and feeling the man tighten around him he knew he wouldn't last very long.
"Mark, I'm about to-"
"Do it" Mark told him "I want to feel it…I want to feel you"
Looking Mark in the eye he kissed him and as he released himself inside of the man he gave a strangled cry of pleasure.
It took several moments for Jackson to come down from his high and once he did he pulled out of Mark and reaching into the side of his desk he pulled out the box of wet naps.
Starting to clean them off Jackson looked at Mark "Thank you" he told him with a smile.
"No, thank you, Jackson" and kissing him Mark leapt up off the desk.
Once the two finished getting dressed Mark pulled Jackson flush against him "We have to remember that no matter what the outside world tries to do to us; this, what we have right here between us. They can't touch it"
Jackson's body warmed at hearing Mark repeat "They can't touch it" and he kissed Mark once again.
Mark Sloan POV:
Mark watched Jackson moving to the door and unlocking it, turning around once more.
"I think I should probably go now..."
Mark let out a sigh, moving towards him and pulling him into his arms once more. "I don't want you to go..."
"I know..." Jackson smiled, touching Mark's face. "But I still have some work to do and Alex is gonna kill me if I leave him alone much longer... I just told him I had to talk to you..."
"Yeah... okay..." Mark gave in, leaning down and placing a kiss on Jackson's head, letting go of him. "You wanna come over tonight?"
Another smile crossed Jackson's lips. "I'd love to..."
"So we're having a date?" Mark asked, looking Jackson in the eye.
"Yeah, we're having a Date," Jackson chuckled, turning around and opening the door, only to run directly into Owen Hunt.
"Avery... I need to talk to you..." he said, stepping into the office and immediately noticing Mark. "Oh... you're here, too. Perfect... In fact, I need to talk to you both..."
"Oh..." Mark commented, swallowing hard. He could totally imagine what Owen would want to talk to them both. It could only have to do with his public declaration of love.
"I just wanted to get back to the pit... Alex... I mean, Dr. Karev sure needs me..." Jackson replied, obviously wanting to escape the situation.
"That can wait... I already told him that it would take a while until you'll be back since I needed to talk to you," Owen gave back, closing the door of Jackson's office behind them, so no way of getting out.
The Chief turned to Mark and looked at him seriously. "What did you think you were doing when you confessed your love to Avery in public, in front of everyone?"
Mark bit his lower lip. "Well... I... to be honest, I didn't think at all..."
"Yeah... that's what I assumed," Owen sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. "And what do you think I should do right now?"
"Why?" Mark tilted his head questioning.
"Because I'm still the chief of this hospital here... and people expect me to react in some way." Owen answered, looking between Jackson and Mark.
"What's the problem about me and Mark being together?" Jackson finally bumped in. "It's not forbidden to date colleagues, right? Or you would have to fire half of the hospital staff... Apart from that, you and Cristina used to date as well..."
"That's something completely different and it has nothing to do with your situation." Owen replied.
"Why's that?" Mark demanded to know, still not getting the whole problem Owen was having. They weren't the first couple in this hospital and they most definitely wouldn't be the last either. The only thing that was different between them was that they were two guys, but that shouldn't be a problem at all, right? Callie and Arizona were accepted here as a couple as well.
"Because you're his boss, Mark... you should know that..." Owen said harshly.
"Yeah... and you were Cristina's boss... it didn't disturb you much then..." he gave back, starting to get in a really bitchy mood, even though he didn't want to, but it annoyed the hell out of him that Owen obviously made a difference between him and Jackson and himself and Cristina.
"And it didn't work out, right? Like it didn't work out with Meredith and Derek as long as she was working under his service..." Owen said sounding already very exasperated.
"We're not you... or them..." Mark replied angrily, feeling Jackson's hand on his shoulder that was trying to calm him down, but right now without much success.
"I know that... but it's still not right... so far I've only heard rumours... so I could ignore them... but not anymore, Mark... and this is on you... if you wouldn't have come out in front of literally half of the hospital, we wouldn't have a problem at all..." Owen let out a sigh. "Mark, I seriously don't want to come in between the two of you, but as the Chief of Hospital, you don't leave me a choice. As your friend, I advice you to make a decision."
Irritated, Mark raised an eyebrow. "A decision? What decision? Do you wanna force us to break up?"
"Hell, no!" Owen literally shouted, shaking his head. "No, really... that's not what I meant."
"Then what did you mean?" Mark asked curiously.
"Avery..." Owen started, turning to Jackson. "Maybe you should think about choosing another speciality. You still have time for that, even though we mostly want our residents to work in their speciality to become attendings in it at some point."
"I... I... But I love plastics... it's where I feel comfortable... it's where I feel home... I don't wanna do anything else," Jackson replied, looking pretty sad all of a sudden and it broke Mark's heart. Especially because he was responsible for it.
"And he shouldn't have to..." Mark agreed. "Jackson is good in what he does, and you know that... you wouldn't have let him be the head of plastics while I'm out if you didn't completely trust him."
"Yes, that's right... and seriously, Avery, it would be a shame for you not to be able to work in plastics any longer but my hands are tied... and I don't know what else I should do," Owen said honestly.
"Well, then I think there is only one way..." Mark barged in, causing both men - Jackson and Owen - to look at him.
"Ishould be the one to leave plastics, since I'm the one who caused all this trouble."
"NO!" Jackson immediately replied, grabbing Mark's hand and holding it. "You can't do that... this is still your job, even though I'm doing it at the moment, but you're making progress and you'll be back in a couple of months... maybe even weeks... I won't steal your job..."
"You don't if I quit." Mark said, looking down at Jackson. "And I would do it for you... I would do everything for you."
"God... you two don't make this thing easy for me," Owen complained, massaging his temples.
"Owen, listen..." Mark started calmly. "I think we... Jackson and me... we can make this work... work is work and private life is private life... I mean, not that we have any experience in it so far, but I still think it's worth a shot... don't you?"
Owen let out a sigh and Mark knew he had him at that very moment. "Okay... under one condition..."
"Which one?" Mark hurriedly asked, smiling happily.
"If there is even a single problem... if your private relationship causes any trouble at work... if I hear any complaints about you, I willtake care of it..." Owen literally promised.
"Which means?" Mark demanded to know.
"Which means I would have to transfer Jackson to another department... or you to another hospital, something like that... This relationship can't interfere with your work here." Owen said.
"Agreed," Mark gave back, feeling really relieved right now.
"Good... I'm gonna leave you two alone now..." He turned around, opening the office door. "Don't disappoint me..." he said before he finally left Jackson's office.
Mark let out a sigh. "God...that was close." He looked at Jackson. "I'm really sorry I caused you so much trouble." He really felt bad that it turned out that way and that because of him Owen even had to get in action and act and he really hoped Jackson wasn't all too mad at him.