Chapter 2

Gary's POV

"Yaz? Yaz wake up?" Gently I shake her shoulder a little. We're still out in the woods sat on a tree stump her head resting against my chest. "Huh?" Slowly she lifts her head rubbing her eyes a little. "Oh...whe..where are we?" Her eyes widen whilst looking around the darkened wood. We've been sat here for over half an hour already. "We've got to go back Yaz...Robbie will be waiting and it won't be a good idea if he catches us together like this." I stand up quickly thinking of Robbie walking through the wood any second now and getting the wrong idea. With a tired look on her face she stands up in agreement as we both decide to head back.

Once we reach our tent area Mark instantly looks up. "Gaz! Where the hell have you been?" Slight anger fills his face along with worry. "We went to get wood?" I raise my eyebrow a little at him. Yasmin goes straight in her tent completely ignoring Robbie who whispers something to her. "Well...where is it then? The place is full of branches yet you come back empty handed? Do you know how worried I've been?" Tears fill his eyes whilst he looks down stroking my hoodie which he's wearing. Seeing the worry on his face causes me to feel guilty. "Babe...I'm sorry for worrying you." Kneeling beside him I stroke his knee a little. "Awh..you're wearing my hoodie?" A slight shade of red appears on his cheeks. "Erm..I got a little chilly and...grabbed the nearest thing I could find. Hope you don't mind?" My hand strokes through the brunettes fringe. "Of course I don't.. You look cute even if it is miles too big." Looking at the sleeves which completely cover his hands. "Thanks." He release a small yawn. Clearly he's tired noticing his slightly reddened eyes. He's been pretty restless lately, so maybe its a good idea if we go to bed.

"Let's go to bed?" Taking his hand in mine we walk to our tent. "Hold up Barlow!" A voice calls causing me to turn around. Robbie looks up at me his face looks a little frustrated. "Erm..yeah?" Nervously I look up. Mark also lifts his head back out from the tent. "Go to bed babe I'll be with you in a sec." Softly I whisper to him. "What's wrong with Yaz? Why does she look upset? What have you done?" Robbie frowns his eyebrows at me. "Woah what? I haven't done anything? We came back, because she was tried?" Robbie shakes his head a little and unzips his and Yasmin's tent. "Just watch yourself, yeah?" Without saying another word he zips his tent up.

Feeling slightly hurt I also head to our tent. Why can't I talk to her like I use to. I know things are harder now, because of our affair, but that was over a year ago. Never would I cheat on Mark. Sighing softly I get into my sleeping bag. "Gaz?" Mark peers from his sleeping bag at me with sleepy eyes. "Are you ok?" He shuffles over to me a little, so our shoulders touch whilst we lay on our backs. "Yeah... He thinks I'm getting off with her..probably.." My eyes focus on the tent's fabric above us. "Oh...right..." Mark clears his throat, as if he's got something on his mind. Almost like he's trying to hold back a thought. Wait...he thinks the same?! "Y...you thought that..too...didn't you?" My throat becomes dry. I can't believe my own boyfriend can't even trust me. "I'm..sorry Gaz.. Its ju-" "Its just that I cheated before and once a cheat always a cheat right?" Biting my lip a little I sit up. "Babe...no don't say that...I'm sorry it just crossed my mind when she was so anxious to go with you..that's all.." Mark sits up too stroking my arm to show comfort.

"We only talked...we didn't have hard sex in the middle of the woods. I'd never cheat on you never in a million year." Coldly I reply looking at him. "I didn't think you would Gaz...it was just a bad thought which crossed our minds...I'm sorry I know you wouldn't cheat on me." He wraps his arms tightly around me. Feeling even more hurt that my own boyfriend had a thought like that makes me feel useless. Almost like I've failed. Hugging back I breathe in his scent. My safe place in his arms. "What did you talk about...may I ask?" "About that woman...the texts and disappearing is still happening..." Still feeling safe in Mark's arms I don't want to let go. "Wow! Really! Jeez.." Mark sounds shocked and a little disappointed. "They really need to sit down and talk...maybe I should have a word with him?" My eyes snap open. "No Mark you can't. He still thinks that she doesn't know. What if he walks away we can't be the reason for causing this....just leave them to it please." "Ok ok...I won't say anything." He tightens the embrace of our hug. "Thank you.."

Mark giggles a little. "What?" I ask pulling my head away, so I can see his face. A grin is plastered on it. "Last time we was in a tent together was 18years ago." He laughs. "Woah was we? What was that for?" Trying to refresh my memory I ask raising my eyebrow. "Nigel took us 5 camping I guess he wanted to get us away from the girls and stuff it was 2days after my tattoo." He grins. For a few seconds I think trying to remember. Very faint I could just remember Mark coming into my tent asking to borrow cream for his tattoo. "We didn't share a tent did we? You came in to use my cream?" Mark nods. "Yes I was sharing a tent with Rob and you had one to yourself. I came into yours for cream...you even put it on for me.. 'Pull your pants down a little bit Mark so I can get it on'." Mark sucks his lip a little thinking of the memory.

Laughing a little. "Did I actually say that? Wow thinking of it now that sounds rather sexual." "Hmmm..yeah...tell me about it..." A cheeky look begins to form at the corners of his mouth. "Mr Owen....are you getting turned on?" I chuckle at his smile. "You tell me." Without holding back any longer Mark pushes his lips against mine causing me to fall backwards. His tongue plunging into my mouth exploring it then fighting against my own tongue. Once he pulls away he makes me breathless. Fuck that man knows how to kiss. "Well?" "Kiss me." Wrapping my arms tighter around the back of his neck pulling his lips back onto mine. They're addictive. Those soft, pink, biteable lips. There's flutters in my stomach when I feel his fingers stroke up my shirt touching my bare skin squeezing slightly.

"Think someones...in the mood.." Mark groans whilst brushing his hand against my short's bulge. "Your fault....did you pack any?" Panting faster I look up at him whilst he lays on my chest. He nods and crawls over to his backpack grabbing a condom. "This is why I pack our things....we could miss the most important things." Mark grunts climbing back onto my chest and giving me another breathtaking kiss. God I want him. I want to be close to him. Make love to him...then fall asleep in each others arms.

My hands stroke up my hoodie which he's wearing slowly pulling it from his back and over his head. Causing his hair to become even messier now. Doing the same Mark also removes my shirt then sliding his tongue onto my chest gently swirling and sucking my skin. "Please..." I almost beg. Unable to cope with the teasing as I feel him hook his fingers around the waistband of my shorts before pulling them to my knees. The bulge in my boxers becoming even harder from his touch. He removes his own bottoms leaving himself in his boxers too. "Can I put it on?" Breathing heavier I try to sit up with Mark still on my chest. Licking his lips he hands me the condom. "Pull your pants down a little bit Mark so I can get it on." Cheekily I raise both my eyebrows at him. Mark grunts loudly almost ripping his own boxers off. Allowing himself to spring free. My hand wraps around his hardened member whilst slowly rolling on the cold, smooth condom. "God I want you." Mark mumbles laying his head backwards. "Get on your hands and knees Gaz..." Without hesitation I obey his instructions getting on my hands and knees. My body almost begging for Mark's touch to feel him scratch at my bare back and to feel him enter me. What feels like a lifetime he finally removes my boxers and positions himself against my entrance. A soft cry leaves my lips as I feel him slowly push himself deep instead of me. "God Gaz..." Every thrust I feel he hardens even more. It feels so different doing it this way usually he's on top whilst I'm laying on my back, but I guess you've got to try new things. "Are you ok?" Mark slows down causing me to frown slightly. "What? No? ....I was just getting use to it then." Instantly he begins to increase again slamming himself into me making soft cries of pleasure leave my lips. Skillfully he wraps one hand around my waist towards my erection. Feeling his fingers wrap around it forming into a fist, then sliding his hand along it.

Both of our sweaty bodies move against one another. Mark thrusts his hand along me bringing me up to his climax. "Oh f...fuck....Mark....I...." Biting my lip hard feeling him bury himself even deeper into me. "Come babe.....I need to feel you." Thrusting his hand faster along me he tries to hold back as much as he possibly can until it becomes impossible. "FUCK GARY!!" Mark calls out releasing himself digging his nails into my back. Causing me to release too as I fall onto my chest. Shooting my load into his palm. "YES MARK!!"

Mark lays in my arms both of us naked sharing a sleeping bag. Things couldn't get much better if they tried. My fingers wrap around strands of his hair as we both start to drop off to sleep. Slowly my eyes begin to give way. "Gary..?" Someone whispers causing me to open them again. Mark has a nervous look on his face. "Yes babe?" I nuzzle my lips and nose into his neck. "Erm...I....I need to tell you something.." He swallows hard. I pull my face away from his neck. A serious tone appears in his voice. "Go ahead?" My stomach begins to turn a little from worry. Usually when he calls me by my first name its either serious, something has happen or I'm in trouble. "Well....i-" "Mark! Gary! Will you two shut the fuck up! We're trying to sleep!" A voice from the tent closest to us interrupts Mark. We both freeze for a second. We must of woke Jay and Howard up. Moving a little closer to Mark I press my lips against his ear. "Tell me babe." Very quietly I whisper. Mark quickly shakes his head. "Its fine It can wait till morning." "Sure?" "I'm sure." He wraps his arms around me resting his head against my chest. All of a sudden I no longer feel tired. Instead I lay awake thinking of the possible things Mark was about to tell me.