Chapter 12

Gary's POV

We finish our breakfast a little quieter than usual. "Gaz? Are you ok?" Mark asks a little worried whilst wiping his mouth on his napkin. Reading the letter has completely thrown me off guard. What did they mean with Mark's secrets? "Gary?" He touches the top of my hand getting my attention.
"Huh?" I look up to the other man's ageless face. Softly he sighs and picks up the empty plates placing them into the sink.
"That letter ay? Guess some people don't like to see us happy." He swallows hard whilst washing the dirty plates.
"Why would they say it though... why you? I'm the one who's had the affair in the past surly they'd hit out at me again?"
Mark shakes his head a little. "They'll hit out at me to break my image wont they? Making out i'm doing god knows what behind your back.... so we break up and the paps get their huge pay checks for ruining our lives... well mainly mine... you'll just be glad to get shut of me." His voice becomes shaky almost like he's about to burst into tears.
"Mark that is not true!...I just don't understand... you would tell me everything.. right?" Slowly i stand up so i'm now standing behind him. Not saying a word he stops washing the plates and turns around to face me. Sadly he looks at me his eyes a little red underneath from a few tears which have manged to escape.
"You think that? You really think i would hide anything from you? You're the man i've loved for years, but never wanted to ruin our friendship do you really think i'd go and do something stupid to loose you? I've been standing in the shadows waiting for the right moment... this hurts that you don't believe me..." He wipes his eyes bowing his head a little.
Gently i place a single finger under his chin so i can look him in the eyes. "Of course i believe you Mark... i'm just confused... i'm sorry... i know you would tell me if anything was wrong... i just wish people would leave us alone... guess it's part of the job...forgive me?"  Asking with pleading eyes. There's nothing more i hate than seeing my loved ones upset.

For a few seconds he just stands there thinking. Gently he nods his head. "Sorry...it's not your fault..."
"Ssshh... i love you Mark... more than anyone in this entire world... and believe that because it's the truth..ok?" Using my thumb i wipe away his tears.
"Ok... i believe you... love you too..." Softly he smiles.
"Hug?" I stretch my arms into his direction hoping he'll accept. Taking a few steps closer he surrenders wrapping his arms tightly around my waist. "Mmm.. that's better." Resting my chin onto his shoulder i inhale his sweet scent. "Feeling better?"
"Hmm...yeah..." He replies with a less convincing tone. Maybe he needs cheering up. I miss that big cheesy grin of his which he shines me with every 3 seconds.
"Wanna bake some cakes with me?"
Slowly he pulls away a little from the hug to look at my face looking a little confused. "Cakes?"
"Yeah... i know how much you enjoy baking... it'll be fun." Gently i stroke his cheek with the back of my hand.
"Ok!" He smiles bigger than better. "I might change into something a little more comfy if we're going to be staying in today?"
"Go ahead babe. I'll get the ingredients out."
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Has Mark disappeared or something? He's been gone over 10 minutes. Standing on my tip toes i grab a few bowls from out of the cupboard along with some ingredients. A nice big chocolate cake will be lovely! Trying to reach the top shelf of the cupboard for the cooking chocolate it's not use it's too high. "Roaaar..." Someone grabs me causing me to almost jump out of my skin.
"AHHH!" Quickly i turn around to find Mark grinning in an orange suit. "Fucking hell Mark!" I take a deep breathe. "You daft sod... what are you wearing??"
Mark giggles and puts the hood of his suit on his head. "It's my tiger onesie! You like?" It's like a huge baby suit miles too big for him, but he looks adorable. Even the hood has tiger ears and a tail in the back.
"N'arwww... cutie." I kiss the end of his nose squeezing him. Mark jumps up onto the worktop swinging his legs a little. "Lets get started then." Reaching for the flour along with the sugar, butter, eggs and vanilla flavouring i mix them together. Mark breaks up the cooking chocolate and adds pieces in whilst i use the whisk.
"I wanna go!" Mark bounces on the worktop like a child. I hand him the whisk as he continues to sit on the worktop.
"Now. Don't get it all-" Too late. The mixture flies out of the bowl sticking to the side of my face and arms. "MARK!"
He bursts into fits of laughter. "Sorry Gaz!" Lifting a finger to my face a wipes a splodge of brown mixture from my cheek and places his finger into his mouth. "Mmmm... tastes good."
"I'm covered! I knew this would happen... urgh it's all sticky." Quickly i reach for the tea towel, but Mark manages to bat my hand away.
"I'll clean you up..." Licking his lips a little he pulls me closer to him. His tongue makes contact with my cheek, as he starts to remove the cake mixture from my face. A giggle escapes my mouth feeling his tongue tickle me slightly. Sneakily whilst Mark continues to clean me i reach for the spoon in the bowl before spreading a large amount of chocolate mixture onto his face.
"Right that does it Barlow!" Mark grabs the whip cream can from the cupboard. Quickly i try to run away suppressing a little scream when he pins me against the wall and begins to squirt me.
"Mark! Mark stop it!" Laughing loudly i try to defend my face with my hands.

"It's not the first time you've had white all over your body." Cheekily Mark laughs scooping some cream from my face. "You don't taste bad..."
"Is that right Mr Owen..." Wrapping my arms tightly around him pulling Mark closer to me so i can get a taste of him. Biting his cheek a little i remove the chocolate from his cheek. "Yum...you know... your onesies looking a little sticky...maybe you should take it off?"

"Take if off?"
Reply with just a nod i continue to stare at his chocolate covered face. Twitching his eyebrows a little he steps back and unzips the onesie before stepping out of it revealing his naked body. "You're naked under there??!" I choke looking at his natural toned body standing in front of me.
"Since when do tiger's wear clothes?....Roar..." His hands snake up my shirt playing with the buttons.
"Y...you've...got...a point..." I swallow hard feeling him forcefully rip my shirt from my skin. Leaving me shirtless pushed up against the wall.
"I'm feeling pretty hungry now... and i rather enjoy the taste... lets see if you taste even better in your certain places..." Taking my hand he walks me over to the empty kitchen table. "Lay down." Obeying his instructions i do as i'm told gently resting my back onto the table staring at the ceiling.

Within a few seconds Mark appears with a few supplies. He starts by covering my chest in whip cream then spreading on some chocolate sauce onto my torso. "Mmmm..." A soft moan leaves my lips feeling the cold sauce make contact with my burning skin. Finally he finishes his 'master piece' off with icing. Writing a partly neat message on the bottom of my stomach. Slightly i lift my head glancing my eyes over at his message once he's finished. 'Mark was here...x' Skillfully with the icing pipe still in his hand using his free one he pulls my boxer shorts to my ankles. Both of us in the kitchen now naked....together. Who could think of anything better? Again using the pipe he writes a final message this time it's close to my slightly hardened length. 'Property of M.O'  Something tells me Mark's going to enjoy this dessert... Not taking his eyes from mine he slowly sinks to his knees. Knowing exactly what he's about to do i lay my head backwards moaning already. Feeling Mark's sweating palm take hold of my length causes me to harden even more, as he begins to work his fist around me. "Oooh... fuck..." I mutter squeezing my eyes shut.

Reaching for the half empty can of whip cream he squirts it over the bottom half of my body increasing the speed of his fist. "M...Mark..." My legs begin to tremble feeling close already. Loosening his grip on me a little he parts his lips allowing me to explore his mouth taking me whole. He starts sucking off the cream causing me to loudly groan in pleasure feeling myself touch the back of his throat. "Oh...god... i..." Biting my lip harder as i feel Mark rapidly increase his mouth on me teasingly biting and sucking here and there. Enough to drive anyone crazy. Unexpectedly the sound of the front door opening interrupts us. Both of our eyes dart over to the closed kitchen door. Oh shit.