His demand started as a casual nice request. Mark was easy to live with, they already had spent months together and eventually he lost count somewhere after the first year or so. They got along better than most couples, but in moments like these Jackson felt like he needed some extra patience.
”Mmm, ’kay”.
The answer was a faint mumble and the younger grunted. His sleeping pants were already discarded somewhere on the floor and still in yesterdays tshirt and underwear he leaned against the wall of the bathroom, anxiously looking at the ticking clock on the wall. Swear to god, Mark was sure taking his time on purpose.
”Really Mark, I’m already late and you know it’s the second Monday in row that I’ll be late…”. This time the reply was only a chuckle, but the water didn’t stop running in the shower. Sixty seconds passed as Jackson watched the clock tick, and he let out another grunt as another sixty seconds passed again. ”Jesus, do you really need to do that now?”.
Already frustrated enough Jackson opened the door and was hit by the steam from the hot water, that probably had been pouring down on his boyfriends skin past half an hour. He stomped in and ran a hand through his smooth brown locks as he always did when the stress took over, slamming the door behind him. As the door shut Mark, who had his back facing Jackson, turned around and arched a brow without any enthusiasm at all.
”Huh?”
The elders skin was already reddening on his shoulders from the hot water, the red hair slicked back and dripping where he was standing under the steaming jet of water. He didn’t look bothered at all, not by the fact that Jackson just stormed in while he was showering, not that his boyfriend was once again late for work or that someone actually had interrupted his alone time. With his fingers tightly wrapped around the shaft of his length that was hard in his hand he blinked at Jackson.
And Jackson just stared, for a moment forgetting that each second passing was another second of him being late.
But of course Mark wasn’t one of the shy boys on the block. As his younger and semi freaked out boyfriend was unable to let out a single word he did nothing but flash him a cocky grin and continued to slowly slide his hand up and down along his length, the water still pouring down on him.
”ing hell! Finish outside the shower, I really don’t feel like getting fired today because my boyfriend was busy in the shower”, Jackson complained, once had averted his eyes. It was hard to look away, they both knew that, and Mark had to admit that he admired Jackson for his determination to get to the shower.
”Mm..there’s space for us both here. C’mon Jackson, join me”, Mark was grinning, and he looked like he had no intention of stepping out of that god damn shower.
”This is really not the time for your games”.
”I know you want to”.
The steam was starting to get to Jackson and he was wondering what he had deserved to be punished like this, he shook his head and stepped closer, grabbing Mark’s free wrist to give him a tug to guide him out of the shower, but the other one didn't move a single inch. ”Mark, please..”, Jackson’s voice was now not only pleading but almost begging as he looked up to face the elder.