Chapter 23

Gary's POV

I've never experienced such a stressful flight before until today. It took around 2 hours to finally arrive in Switzerland and i hated every second of it. Firstly my breakfast was over cooked which tasted like i was eating cardboard. Secondly I'm pretty sure the flight was for a children's day care centre seeing as there was about ten of them screaming on board. Why do parents allow their children to travel at such a young age? I swear they only take them to piss other people off. Also we ended up watching bloody Finding Nemo about 20 times whilst being kicked to death by an annoyed little boy who kept complaining about it being too babyish to watch. My hair is full of sweets which he kept throwing at my head, just as i was about to tell him off Mark would tap me on the shoulder and say "Don't be awful, Gaz. He's only having fun...that's what kids are like." But the bad luck didn't stop there, as soon as we set foot off the plane i then found out that they had only just gone and lost one of my bags! Luckily nothing major was in there, just a portable dvd player, my pjs and a few blank note pads.

"Can anything else possibly go wrong today?!" Rubbing my hands together i wait for Mark to unlock the door to our apartment which we'll be staying in for the next week or so. It's a beautiful place the weather certainly isn't Spanish nor Australian. "Jeez i'm frozen already!" I mutter dragging the cases inside along with an inch of snow freezing to the sole of my trainers.
"Well it's your own fault Gaz. I mean who goes to Switzerland wearing a t shirt and jeans? Silly bugger."
"I'm gonna be frozen tonight without my pj's! Some daft heads can't even do their jobs right. My bag getting lost of all bags!"
Mark releases a little giggle whilst taking his boots off and heading towards the fireplace. "Wow you certainly are grumpy today, Mr Barlow."
"I'd rather be grumpy than being angry tell you what those classes are doing some good... at least there's something positive today." I've been to about three anger management classes so far since Mark told me about Jason and Howard's little advice, and surprisingly it's actually an enjoyable thing i'm much more calmer, but still grumpy...sometimes.
"That's great to hear babe... but i can see you're a little tense after today..." He grins whilst lighting the fire. That glint in his eyes says it all really.
"Nah i'm fine. Need to change into something warmer actually before i freeze to death."
"Oh well...don't mind me...i'll just sit and observe." Mark sits down on the sofa facing me where a window sits behind.

"Um...hadn't you better draw the curtains if i'm going to get changed?" I ask whilst pulling on the bottom of my t shirt about to lift it over my head and exchange it for something much warmer and comfortable.
Mark shrugs and flinches his lips. "We're in the middle of nowhere...doubt anyone can see you not that i'm into sharing anyways."
"Ok...good." On that note i remove my t shirt whipping it over my head causing my hair to become a little frizzy. Not once does Mark take his eyes off me they wonder up and down my torso whilst his teeth grip to the bottom of his lip. Next i reach for my flyer on my jeans tugging down my zipper, but it stops half way. Great. It's stuck. "Oh fuck it." Pulling the zip with frustration there's no way it's going to move.
"I'll help!" Mark jumps to his knees almost instant in front of me. "The teeth are caught that's all. Shouldn't take a sec."
"Ah- right." Resting my hand on my hip i watch Mark fingers jab me in sensitive places, as he begins to try and release the incident. "Come on Mark we haven't got all day i'm dying for a cuppa and a sit down."
"Hold still... we don't want anything important getting stuck now do we..." He seems to be enjoying this more than what he should. Prodding his fingers and skimming them against the thin fabric of my boxers.
"Mark...erm-"

"Stop moving... relax..." He peers up at me with his tongue sliding against his smooth lips which form into a cheeky grin. Looks like i'm not going to be getting out of these jeans in a hurry especially not with Mark giving me that look whilst on his knees. A hand snakes down my boxers feeling Mark's warm hand cup me. I rest my head backwards closing my eyes, as Mark starts to massage me gently.
"Oooh..." Humming softly i run my hand through his fringe twisting strands around my fingers.
Looking pleased with himself he pulls down the now fixed zip on my jeans and easily wraps the palm of his hand around my semi erected length. His touch alone sends shivers through my body. Shivers of pleasure.  "Relax...relax....re...la...x" His voice becomes quieter and his breath becomes warmer against me until i feel myself brush against his lips. Scrunching up my lips whilst closing my eyes i take a tighter grip to his hair as i feel his lips tightly wrap around me. Taking me slowly at first i flicker my eye lids noticing his eyes are fixed on my face looking smug with himself as i anxiously claw at the door's handle, already he's sent me into a state where i can't even stand up without a handle to support me. All of a sudden i hit the back of his throat several times causing my hands to glue to either side of his face pushing myself deeper into his mouth.
"Oh....ohhhhh! Yes Markie!! That's it!" Panting loudly i feel myself build up as he teasingly bites and swirls his tongue around me. "Ohhhh....f....fu....fuck....i....i...." My legs tremble and my thumbs push against his cheeks whilst i remain comfortably deep in his mouth.

Kissing and sucking gently Mark smiles against my hardened self stroking me onto his cheek. "Come... come for me Gaz..." He mumbles vibrating his lips onto my tip as his free hand which isn't pressed against my hip cups me again giving me a slight squeeze.
"OHHH... good god MAAAARK!!!" It feels like something inside my stomach has exploded as i finally release shooting my load into Mark's mouth. Falling against the door with a exhausted thud i heavily pant for my breath back.

"Mmmm... much better..." He grins wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Still feeling tensed?"
My fingers rake through my damp hair staring at the glint in his eyes and the huge cheesy grin plastered on his face. "M...much...better....jeez... that was amazing!"
"Do i ever fail to please you Mr Barlow?"
"That's true..." I hold out my hand helping him off his knees before pulling him into a tight meaningful hug. Resting my head against the crook of his neck. "Thank you..."
"What for? It was only a blowjob, Gaz. Not that i mind giving them to you." Mark chuckles wrapping his arms around my waist.
"N...no... not just that... i mean... thank you... for everything... i really love you Mark... i might not always show it... but i do.."

"I know you do babe... and i love you too... more than words can describe... you and our little treasure...now don't go soft on me, because i'll get emotional." Pulling away slightly from the hug he strokes his finger tips against my light stubble. "Now go on... get ready for bed... i'll join you in a sec."
"You're not coming?" I raise my eyebrow he looks like he's up to something.
"Yeah i just...er...need to check on something... warm my place for me?"
"S...sure..." Giving him a quick kiss on the cheek i head towards the bedroom.

Mark's POV

Making sure Gary's in the bedroom i quickly unzip my suit case searching under my clothes for it. Where the hell is it?! Still looking out incase Gary walks of the bedroom i drag my clothes out dropping them into a pile onto the floor space beside me. Once the case is empty i finally find the small paper wrapped box. I slowly open the floral white box making sure it's still in the fixed presentable state i bought it in. I release i sigh of relief seeing it again butterflies fill my stomach. Nerves flood through my body thinking of what exactly i'm going to do in 5 days time. Christmas day, but this Christmas wont just be a normal Christmas day. No. This one will be the Christmas i'll ask Gary to marry me. Smiling to myself i stare at the silver band which sits on my thumb and index finger, as it twinkles in the light. I got the date we first dated engrave on the inside of the band. Half of me is full of excitement to finally see his face once i reveal my gift to him which i've been planning for six months, but the other part is sickness. Who wouldn't be nervous proposing? I've never done it before, so of course i'm nervous plus i could worry for England it's understandable.

"Markie? Are you coming to bed?"

Hearing Gary's voice causes me to hide it back into the box shoving it to the bottom of my case again. "Y...Yeah...coming." Picking up the pile of clothes again i disguise Gary's present in the suitcase before zipping it back up. This is going to be the best year ever.