revenge
got7 || mark/jackson || 1121w
summary. pwp and snark.
It’s the middle of the fucking night when Jackson crawls across the dorm floor and into the next room, softly pushing the door open and saying, “Mark. Ge. Ge. Ge. Ge,” into the darkness of the room, a quiet whisper that belies the heaviness of his body.
Mark groans. He’d been ignoring the steadily increasing volume of line messages that Jackson had sent to him, eventually turning off the notifications completely. It’s not all bad, of course-once, months ago, Jackson had sent him a voice note of him moaning in bed and had freaked out when he realized he couldn’t delete messages he’d sent to someone else. Mark had to press his hand to his mouth hard to stop laughing when Jackson came completely undone, and told him so after a flurry of line messages.
it’s not as if you haven’t sent me more embarrassing stuff, he’d messaged finally, then turned the phone over, straining with the effort of resisting the temptation to jerk off because he knew Jackson would’ve liked it that way, the asshole. But right now it’s the middle of the night, and he’s still remembering the way that Jackson had refused to get him off a couple weeks ago, a smug smile on his face at the way that he’d made Mark whine for the release, then denied him with a quick goodbye.
“Piss off,” he says.
Jackson pretends not to hear, and paws at his side instead. “Ge, I know you’re awake.”
“Then you also know that I’m not going to fuck with you tonight.”
“You mean that literally or figuratively?” Jackson says, not missing a beat. He’s already moving back in, close enough to knock foreheads, when Mark replies, still lying on his side.
“Both. Neither, I mean. Shit.”
“Yeah,” says Jackson, snaking an arm around Mark’s waist. “Come on, ge.” He’s kneeling now, face just barely grazing Mark’s shoulder but moving closer.
Mark heaves a sigh, and feels a hard, fumbling pinch on his side. “Jesus, Jackson, that’s not even my nipple, stop pinching so hard.” He sits up with his legs on either side of Jackson. “Who gets off first?” he says, leaning forward unsteadily and whispering into Jackson’s ear. Jackson’s hands are reaching towards Mark’s shirt; they pause.
“Whatever you want, ge,” he says, shrugging easily. Mark smiles and pulls Jackson toward his face, tugging Jackson’s chin up to look at him.
“Get on the bed, Jackson,” he says, while he’s pulling his shirt off, turned away from Jackson. Jackson slides leisurely onto the mattress behind him and wraps his arms around Mark, who stiffens. “Don’t hug me from the back, that surprised me.”
Jackson laughs, a little too loud for the muted darkness enveloping their bodies. “After all this time, you still can’t take a surprise, huh?”
“Shut up.”
“Hey, hey,” Jackson says, then when Mark leans further back into Jackson’s arms, he shifts so he’s in front of Mark and breathes onto Mark’s chest, kissing a spot in the center.
“You talk too much,” Mark says, voice low, and presses his knee into Jackson’s groin, finding his dick and then reaching down with a hand, lifting the back of Jackson’s head up with his other.
Mark sighs before their mouths come together, and by the time tongues are involved, Jackson’s way too into the kiss, like he is with everything else, and Mark kisses him all the harder for it. Breaking away from the kiss first, Jackson pushes away Mark’s hand and kisses his way down Mark’s chest, sucking as he goes.
It isn’t half bad like this, as friends with benefits, Mark thinks, before Jackson’s biting at his stomach and palming his dick through his boxers. There’s a yelp from Mark as Jackson bites down on his thigh while he’s tugging off the rest of Mark’s clothes, not quite drawing blood but leaving an angry red spot.
"That'll leave a...mark," he says, grinning and altogether too pleased with himself.
"Fuck," Mark groans. "You're the worst."
“You’re still hard, though,” observes Jackson.
“No shit,” Mark tries to say, but it turns into an indistinguishable groan as Jackson almost licks his dick with his tongue; he can feel the wetness of Jackson’s open, wanting mouth as he breathes on his cock. When Jackson finally swallows Mark’s dick into his mouth, Mark grabs his soft, unstyled hair a little more tightly than strictly necessary and pushes further into Jackson’s throat roughly. Jackson takes it in stride, easing back a little but sucking hard, moving his lips up and down the cock in his mouth. He works his tongue around the length, and Mark forces out a steady exhale.
Mark can feel his fingers clenching; he’s hissing quietly as Jackson handles his balls, slides his mouth off Mark’s dick, and comes up to kiss Mark on the mouth.
“Fuck you, I still-haven’t-ah-” gasps Mark as Jackson wraps his hand around Mark’s dick to jerk him off.
Fucking finally, Mark thinks he says through the haze as he comes, and he’s not sure what language he ends up saying it in but Jackson will understand any of them.
“You came with a blowjob,” Jackson snickers, “and by someone you’ve described as ‘mediocre.’”
Mark grunts, flops over onto his side.
“Ge,” Jackson whines, shaking the hair out of his eyes and nudging Mark’s shoulder.
Eyes closed, Mark doesn’t even look back at Jackson, whose pants are probably embarrassingly bulging by now. “Revenge for last time.”
“Revenge for--you’re still holding that against me?” Jackson asks incredulously. “That was ages ago. You aren’t serious.”
There’s silence from behind Mark, as if Jackson is waiting for him to relent anyway. “Blue balls,” Mark mouths with his eyes closed and still turned away, not expecting Jackson to see anyway.
“You are serious. Fine, I’ll just find someone else, they’ll probably…”
He makes purposefully loud sounds, kicking Mark’s pants across the floor and muttering as he’s getting up, and because Mark finds the idea of Jackson having sex with someone else unusually unpalatable, he sits up and catches Jackson’s hand before he leaves-but of course, he hasn’t really left at all, just grins at Mark as if he’s expected this all along.
“Little shit,” Mark says even as he’s pulling Jackson toward him to help get him off, sliding his hand past the waistband of his sweats. Mark curls his fingers around Jackson’s length, grinning at how hard he is, and jerks him off fast and rough the way Jackson likes it.
“You know you love me,” groans Jackson as he thrusts into Mark’s hand. Mark rolls his eyes, but he can’t even say anything because it’s nothing but true.
thanks to the lovely kd who helped beta!! the rest of got7 tlist, well. i'm watching you
summary. pwp and snark.
It’s the middle of the fucking night when Jackson crawls across the dorm floor and into the next room, softly pushing the door open and saying, “Mark. Ge. Ge. Ge. Ge,” into the darkness of the room, a quiet whisper that belies the heaviness of his body.
Mark groans. He’d been ignoring the steadily increasing volume of line messages that Jackson had sent to him, eventually turning off the notifications completely. It’s not all bad, of course-once, months ago, Jackson had sent him a voice note of him moaning in bed and had freaked out when he realized he couldn’t delete messages he’d sent to someone else. Mark had to press his hand to his mouth hard to stop laughing when Jackson came completely undone, and told him so after a flurry of line messages.
it’s not as if you haven’t sent me more embarrassing stuff, he’d messaged finally, then turned the phone over, straining with the effort of resisting the temptation to jerk off because he knew Jackson would’ve liked it that way, the asshole. But right now it’s the middle of the night, and he’s still remembering the way that Jackson had refused to get him off a couple weeks ago, a smug smile on his face at the way that he’d made Mark whine for the release, then denied him with a quick goodbye.
“Piss off,” he says.
Jackson pretends not to hear, and paws at his side instead. “Ge, I know you’re awake.”
“Then you also know that I’m not going to fuck with you tonight.”
“You mean that literally or figuratively?” Jackson says, not missing a beat. He’s already moving back in, close enough to knock foreheads, when Mark replies, still lying on his side.
“Both. Neither, I mean. Shit.”
“Yeah,” says Jackson, snaking an arm around Mark’s waist. “Come on, ge.” He’s kneeling now, face just barely grazing Mark’s shoulder but moving closer.
Mark heaves a sigh, and feels a hard, fumbling pinch on his side. “Jesus, Jackson, that’s not even my nipple, stop pinching so hard.” He sits up with his legs on either side of Jackson. “Who gets off first?” he says, leaning forward unsteadily and whispering into Jackson’s ear. Jackson’s hands are reaching towards Mark’s shirt; they pause.
“Whatever you want, ge,” he says, shrugging easily. Mark smiles and pulls Jackson toward his face, tugging Jackson’s chin up to look at him.
“Get on the bed, Jackson,” he says, while he’s pulling his shirt off, turned away from Jackson. Jackson slides leisurely onto the mattress behind him and wraps his arms around Mark, who stiffens. “Don’t hug me from the back, that surprised me.”
Jackson laughs, a little too loud for the muted darkness enveloping their bodies. “After all this time, you still can’t take a surprise, huh?”
“Shut up.”
“Hey, hey,” Jackson says, then when Mark leans further back into Jackson’s arms, he shifts so he’s in front of Mark and breathes onto Mark’s chest, kissing a spot in the center.
“You talk too much,” Mark says, voice low, and presses his knee into Jackson’s groin, finding his dick and then reaching down with a hand, lifting the back of Jackson’s head up with his other.
Mark sighs before their mouths come together, and by the time tongues are involved, Jackson’s way too into the kiss, like he is with everything else, and Mark kisses him all the harder for it. Breaking away from the kiss first, Jackson pushes away Mark’s hand and kisses his way down Mark’s chest, sucking as he goes.
It isn’t half bad like this, as friends with benefits, Mark thinks, before Jackson’s biting at his stomach and palming his dick through his boxers. There’s a yelp from Mark as Jackson bites down on his thigh while he’s tugging off the rest of Mark’s clothes, not quite drawing blood but leaving an angry red spot.
"That'll leave a...mark," he says, grinning and altogether too pleased with himself.
"Fuck," Mark groans. "You're the worst."
“You’re still hard, though,” observes Jackson.
“No shit,” Mark tries to say, but it turns into an indistinguishable groan as Jackson almost licks his dick with his tongue; he can feel the wetness of Jackson’s open, wanting mouth as he breathes on his cock. When Jackson finally swallows Mark’s dick into his mouth, Mark grabs his soft, unstyled hair a little more tightly than strictly necessary and pushes further into Jackson’s throat roughly. Jackson takes it in stride, easing back a little but sucking hard, moving his lips up and down the cock in his mouth. He works his tongue around the length, and Mark forces out a steady exhale.
Mark can feel his fingers clenching; he’s hissing quietly as Jackson handles his balls, slides his mouth off Mark’s dick, and comes up to kiss Mark on the mouth.
“Fuck you, I still-haven’t-ah-” gasps Mark as Jackson wraps his hand around Mark’s dick to jerk him off.
Fucking finally, Mark thinks he says through the haze as he comes, and he’s not sure what language he ends up saying it in but Jackson will understand any of them.
“You came with a blowjob,” Jackson snickers, “and by someone you’ve described as ‘mediocre.’”
Mark grunts, flops over onto his side.
“Ge,” Jackson whines, shaking the hair out of his eyes and nudging Mark’s shoulder.
Eyes closed, Mark doesn’t even look back at Jackson, whose pants are probably embarrassingly bulging by now. “Revenge for last time.”
“Revenge for--you’re still holding that against me?” Jackson asks incredulously. “That was ages ago. You aren’t serious.”
There’s silence from behind Mark, as if Jackson is waiting for him to relent anyway. “Blue balls,” Mark mouths with his eyes closed and still turned away, not expecting Jackson to see anyway.
“You are serious. Fine, I’ll just find someone else, they’ll probably…”
He makes purposefully loud sounds, kicking Mark’s pants across the floor and muttering as he’s getting up, and because Mark finds the idea of Jackson having sex with someone else unusually unpalatable, he sits up and catches Jackson’s hand before he leaves-but of course, he hasn’t really left at all, just grins at Mark as if he’s expected this all along.
“Little shit,” Mark says even as he’s pulling Jackson toward him to help get him off, sliding his hand past the waistband of his sweats. Mark curls his fingers around Jackson’s length, grinning at how hard he is, and jerks him off fast and rough the way Jackson likes it.
“You know you love me,” groans Jackson as he thrusts into Mark’s hand. Mark rolls his eyes, but he can’t even say anything because it’s nothing but true.
thanks to the lovely kd who helped beta!! the rest of got7 tlist, well. i'm watching you