Mark's Little Secret

"You know when I was 11 Jean once brought a kitten here and what's funny is that the cat got lost just 10 minutes after jean let the cat down..."

Mark instantly stopped talking. He felt a weight fell down his left shoulder, Winston's head. Winston fell asleep, Mark sat there trying to slowly move so Winston won't be disturbed. Mark thought to himself that he must have been talking for an eternity and didn't noticed Winston getting to bored, of course who would want to hear anyone someone talk for hours and expect them to be interested the whole time. He then tried to shift Winston's head while he moves away to Winston to lay his head on the floor, but Winston sort of resisted and ended up wrapping both his arms in Mark's waist. Mark felt chill all over his body, he had never been this touchy and clingy to other men before, and to think of it, they've only met just yesterday. This is getting weirder, Mark thought.

He was left with no other choice but to stay still, after all, he does not want to wake Winston up since he made him fall asleep because of his whiny and talkative mouth. Now he sat inside the tree house, against the wall facing the sunlight, with a man wrapped around his waist. He awkwardly leaned his hands on the floor for support, since he doesn't know where to place it. He tried to pick his phone but it was in his left pocket where Winston's slumbered body is. He felt so awkward, he tried to move his hips and observe if Winston is truly asleep, but after a couple of tries with no response from Winston he gave up and accepted his situation. Then suddenly, Winston's body must not be so comfortable of his position because after seconds, Winston's head ended up shifting to Mark's abdomen facing his stomach. Winston's looked like a very sweet kid hugging his mother. He sighed quietly staring at Winston's hair. Those shiny black strands of hair reflecting the sunlight's ray illuminating portions of his hair with radiance. He admired how Winston's top hair fall naturally, he doesn't even wear hair gel or things alike. He could smell his conditioner. He hesitated for a bit, but ended up playing his fingers with Winston's hair. Those soft strands of hair whirling in his fingers. That is the gayest thing he'd have done so far, he thought to himself, but he can't help it. It looked too irresistible and inviting to ignore.

Winston must have liked Mark playing with his hair because after a couple of seconds, Mark felt Winston hugged him slightly tighter and let out a breath of satisfaction. Mark took his opportunity to appreciate Winston's features, face in particular. His pointed nose, the tip of it rubbed against his shirt, looks so perfect with any bumps or scar or any other blemishes. His well curved, red lips that looks so sweet to look at. Mark then suddenly thought of how would it taste if he could feel those lustrous lips of him. He smiled with his own thought, a smile of admiration and shame. What was he thinking? That was too aggressive of him. He averted his gaze from Winston for a moment and admired the tree house, he's not been in here for over a month, he missed the place and the joy it brings. He continued twisting Winston's hair and staring at his face. He looked at Winston's brows and saw its perfectly curved pattern. He bowed to look closer at the boy's brows, which he could not believe to be so perfect, finding some misdirected strands. Each strand is thick and looks so well chosen from brow factory of human body. How could anyone have such a very perfect pair of brows.

His admiration was unexpectedly interrupted when his phone rang and the sound of it made Winston's head to bounce of his lap in shock, ending up colliding with Mark's head.

"Ow!" Mark shouted in pain and Winston quickly disentangled himself from the boy in a shock. He quickly looked around to find the source of the noise and was shocked to see Mark rubbing his forehead with his right hand with a crouched face while his left-hand rummaging in his left pocket to pick his phone which awoken him. He moved closer and tried to aid Mark but by that exact moment Mark answered his phone with his left hand while overwriting his right hand open in front of him to signal him to wait for a moment.

"Hey Mom, what's the problem" Mark answered trying his best to sound casual while enduring his pain in the forehead.

"Oh, alright then, take care Mom" then he hangs up the phone, his eyes closed while rubbing his forehead. Winston then quickly moved closer

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to…" He started but was but by Mark saying

No, it's fine" with a smile on his face.

"Are you sure" Winston said while he tried to touch the injured part of Mark's forehead and rubbed it with his thumb. We looked closer to Mark's face with deep apologetic look. He moved closer and closer until he was stopped by mark placing his hand on his forehead.

"It's fine, nothing so serious about this" he laughed. They then smiled at each other awkwardly, mark still rubbing his forehead. After a couple of moments of deep silence, with each other staring on everywhere except each other's eyes, Winston started.

"I'm sorry I fell asleep" He rubbed the back of his neck managing a small smile in his face.

"No, I'm sorry I talk too much, I never even let you speak since we got here and…" Mark replied and into his surprise Winston look him straight in the eye. He felt Winston hands travel through his, holding it.

"I like your story" With a smile on his face. Mark felt hot in the face and tried to wriggle his hands a little from Winston's but the boy held Mark's hands tighter. Mark gulped, still staring at Winston, quite having a panic attack inside his brain. He was now leaning on his arms on the floor, with Winston's palm gripped on. Winston once again moved his face closer and closer onto Mark's. Mark then looked down at Winston's lips, so close from his, then looked back at the boy's eyes. His eyes, so radiant from the sun rays, that seems like talking with his own eyes. He closed his eyes and that's when he felt Winston's lips against his lips. From the moment Winston's lips touched his, he suddenly thought of clouds and water. i feels so soft and tender. He let the man do the job while he stayed his lips unmoved, after some second both their lips are moving harmoniously. More moments later, Mark felt not breaking the kiss but they had to catch their breath. Winston broke the kiss but Mark let his eyes shut for a couple more seconds. Winston looked at Mark's red face, embarked with joy and dreamy thoughts. Mark then opened his eyes when he saw Winston's smiling face, the shame has not come inside his body. He smiled back.

"I like that mouth do things better than talking" Winston joked.