Mark was sitting in the parking lot, waiting for his Irishman to get done from class. His chest was filled with butterflies, and although they hadn't seen eachother for a full six hours, Mark couldn't wait to hold Jack in his arms again.

The thought of losing something he's finally accepted to receive scared Mark more than anything. He would much rather be poor than to be without Jack... okay, maybe that's a little drastic, but Jack meant that much to Mark.

There was a knock on the window and Mark looked up, seeing Jack standing outside with one hand on his backpack strap. Mark smiled, and unlocked the door, barely able to keep his excitement down (as if he was a dog, finally seeing his owner come home).

"What's for lunch?" Jack asked, throwing his bag into the back.

"You," Mark said quickly, swooping in and kissing Jack desperately. He hummed softly at the feeling of the pastel boy's lips on his. Jack was startled at first, still new to Mark kissing him, but melted into it eventually. His hands found their way clutching onto the collar of Mark's jacket, pulling him closer and closer until Mark was basically on top of him.

Mark pressed his hands down on the seat and arm rest of the passenger side, and pulled away from Jack slightly.

"I don't..." Mark panted, catching his breath and resting his head under Jack's neck. "I don't think this is an appropriate place for a heated make-out session."

Jack whined quietly as the pressure from Mark was removed, and put back into the driver's seat. Mark started the car, and off they went.

"No, seriously, where are we going?" Jack asked, resting his head on Mark's shoulder.

"Pizza? I don't know. What do you want to go an eat?" Mark replied, staring the car and heading out.

Jack smiled, and intertwined their fingers together. "That sounds good. You read my mind Fischbach." Mark gripped tighter onto the boy's hand, not wanting to let go. He could easily go without food and just cuddle Jack all day, but seeing as he hadn't eaten yet, and neither had Jack, Mark drove them to the local pizza place.

"I've never eaten here," Jack admitted, unbuckling his seat belt.

"What?!" Mark gasped, shocked and ashamed of the fact that Jack hadn't eaten here. "You're joking, right? Please tell me you're joking."

Jack shook his head, and got out the car. "Not joking. I've never been here. I didn't even know this place existed to be honest. Maybe I'm just too much of an introvert to be bothered by my surroundings."

Mark got out as well, and quickly caught up to Jack. He held his hand again, and smiled. "Well, you're gonna love this place. Best. Pizza. Ever!"

They walked in and found a table, one in the very far corner, so they could have a little more privacy. The place was usually packed, but seeing as it was a Monday, and people had jobs, there were only about five or six tables filled.

A waiter came around and handed out menus, Jack feeling his stoamch already growl. A Hawaiian pizza sounded good, but he didn't want to order something Mark wouldn't like.

"Hawaiian?" Jack offered, looking up at Mark. He saw the punk's face crinkle with disgust, and Jack grew red with embarrassment.

"You like pineapple on pizza? How gross!" Mark replied. Jack clenched his jaws together, and hid his flustered face behind the menu. His chest filled with pain, and he was scared as if Mark was going to yell or smack him from asking something so dumb.

"They have small pizzas though, if that's what you want," Mark said softly, bringing Jack's menu down from his face. "Or we can do half and half."

Jack smiled softly. "Y-yeah... that sounds fine." He started to knaw on the skin of his thumb, something he usually did when he was nervous or scared. His leg bounced up and down, impatiently waiting for Mark to reply.

"Okay. I'll just get half meat, half Hawaiian." Mark reached out to grab Jack's hand, and felt that he was shaking. "Jack? What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" Mark leaned in, searching for answers in the ocean blue eyes.

"I'm okay Mark, really. I guess I just got... nervous, that's all..."

"Do I... do I scare you Jack?" Mark asked sadly. Jack looked up and violently shook his head.

"No! No of course not!!"

That was a lie. Mark did scare Jack, and no matter how hard Jack tried not to be scared, he always failed at it. Of course, Jack didn't know why he was scared. Maybe it was the fact that Mark looked intimidating, his tattoos almost jumping out at you to kill you.

"Okay...." Mark said quietly. They ordered their food, and sat in comfortable silence.

Mark's mind wandered. He looked at Jack, then at his frame. Oh how badly Mark wanted to kiss every inch of him. To feel his bear chest pressed to his, their lips fighting for dominance. He wanted to know what Jack looked like without any clothes on. If he was amazing looking on the outside, Mark couldn't image what was going on inside of his clothes.

"Mark?" Jack asked, waving a hand in front of the punk's face. Mark shook his head, snapping out of his NSFW thoughts and coming back to reality.

Well, if only that reality wasn't filled with a teepee in his pants. Mark squirmed, crossing his legs to hide the problem in between.

"Y-yeah?" Mark replied, stretching at the collar of his shirt and suddenly feeling really hot.

"You spaced out there for a moment. Are you okay?"

Of course I'm not okay! I have a fucking boner in public, and these pants don't conceal it very well! is what Mark wanted to say, but instead gave a quick 'yep'.

"Okay.... Hey, I have a surprise for you when we get back~ I think you're gonna like it," Jack purred, resting his head in his hand.

"Oh really? What is it?"

"You'll see."

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Finally! This took way longer to write. I was procrastinating lol, and a writers block decided to pop out of nowhere. Also...

200+ READS?!? TYSM!!!!! This book is going way farther than I thought it would. Thank you guys, seriously <3