WIANP Chapter 5

Jul 06, 2012 18:48

Walking Into A New Past Chapter 5

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It seemed to be at least five o’clock in the morning, but the clock on the nightstand said that it was only three AM. Mark slightly opened his eyes, taking his time because he actually wasn’t tired at all. He remembered feeling tired though, but that feeling had vanished after some short ten minutes lying down on his bed, thinking about what had happened earlier with Tom.

Mark knew he had to get an apartment as soon as he could. He had promised April he'd stay.

He got up in only his boxers, putting his pajama pants and a worn out t-shirt on so he could go outside. Mark went downstairs to get a glass of water on the kitchen; the tap water was colder here than in Chapin, Thank God.

Making his way back upstairs he spotted the door to Tom’s room, which was closed shut. Mark remembered the pictures and the boxes and sure, Tom wouldn’t be mad at him for looking at some of them, would he?

Mark slowly and carefully opened the door and walked inside, he tried to stay quiet besides the wood creaking beneath his feet, but that was the best he could do. He spotted the boxes on the floor and went to pick them up, but when he leaned down and pulled them in his hands, they slipped away from his grip and fell to the floor with a loud bang, making Tom jump awake and his eyes snapped open.

“What the fuck is happening?” His hair was a mess and Tom had always slept like an angel. When he brought his body up, his eyes were tired and his lips soft, that was all that was visible for Mark “Mark?” Tom asked, voice dry when he saw the boy, “What are you doing here?”

“I’m, huh, I came here for the… um, boxes. Yes boxes…”

“Did something happen? Is April okay?”

“April’s fine, nothing’s wrong” Mark said, “I only wanted to look at the pictures…”

“Couldn’t you just have waited until tomorrow?” Tom groaned throwing his head back.

“I… I can’t sleep,” Mark chuckled at the sight.

“Oh,” Tom rubbed his eyes, “Then I’ll… I’ll,” He got up from the bed, sitting on its edge “I’ll just stay up with you.”

“Tom, don’t do that, come on, go back to sleep,” Mark said pointing to the bed, “Go, sleep. I’ll leave you alone, get back to sleep” He said all embarrassed for waking him up.

Mark started to walk back to the door, but Tom got up and grabbed his arm, “Mark!” He laughed and Mark turned back to him, eyes wide. Tom had a smile on his lips “Come on, what do you want to do?”

Tom let go of his arm and Mark kept looking at him while he formulated the sentence he just couldn’t put together on his own.

“What?” Tom asked when he received no answer, his voice light and smiley. Unlike what he was expecting, Mark moved closer and kissed him.
Tom was caught by surprise when their lips touched, he flinched at first, but kissed back, tasting it only to pull apart, “What are you doing, Mark?” He whispered.

“I’m doing what I wanted to do,” Mark said back, “Wasn’t that what you asked?”

Tom got his lips in a thin line as he tried not to smile, “Do you think it is right? You were the one who pulled apart last time…”

“Well, are you okay with it?” Mark asked as he placed a hand on Tom’s hip, biting his lip so he could stop smiling so much, an attempt to which he failed miserably.

Tom didn’t say anything; he just leaned in to kiss Mark again and put a hand on his neck to pull him in while they both smiled into the kiss. Their tongues brushing and colliding lightly “Wait,” Tom pulled back, “Do you want it?”

Mark smirked and then started to nod slowly “Yes,” He smiled at Tom.

“Good,” Tom nodded, his smile only growing bigger as Mark hovered over for a quick kiss. He reached for the hem of Tom’s shirt, pulling it off his body without taking his eyes off Tom’s chest. His cock twitching beneath his boxers when he saw the tattoos on Tom’s chest and shoulder, bringing back memories and the want he was feeling ever since he had fought with him the day he got there and saw him for the first time again.

“God,” Mark breathed as he threw the shirt on the floor, getting closer to kiss Tom’s chest and he swore he could listen to Tom whispering his name. Mark placed a hand on his hair and started to kiss his neck, pressing their bodies against each other as Tom moaned against his ear to urge him.

“Mark,” Tom moaned hard his name when he had found that spot, that same spot that drove him crazy, that spot that he had felt only two times ever since Mark left, and within seconds kissing his skin, Mark had found it without much difficulty.

Tom pulled him up and then they went back to lips-on-lips, dragging Mark to the bed and making him stay on top. Tom placed a flat hand on Mark’s stomach as the boy lied down on the bed. They helped each other taking Mark’s shirt off and went back to kissing, Tom sucking on his bottom lip gently.

Mark dragged his short nails along Tom's back, hurting the sensible skin as Tom groaned against his lips. Tom pulled apart to kiss his neck, Mark started moaning against his ear to urge him, and he went further down to kiss the chest and stomach of the boy ahead of him.

"You look so," Tom started to say, but stopped to suck on Mark's hipbone, a heavy moan coming out of his lips, "So beautiful," Tom pushed his thumbs inside Mark's pajama pants, making circles and asking for Mark to raise his hips, which he did and Tom pulled his pants down.

When Mark was already naked he pulled Tom's hair to his direction, kissing him forcefully, then he pulled apart just so he could brush their noses together, "I missed you so much." He kissed Tom again, pushing him back so Mark could stay on top. He pulled Tom's pants down, revealing the sensitive and erect flesh. Mark smiled at it and pressed his stomach against it, rubbing it between the two as he crawled up to Tom's face, the boy moaning and pushing his hips up, craving for the friction.

"Hey," Mark said as their faces got close again,

"What?" Tom asked, his voice helpless and breaking with a moan at the end, his cock twitching on Mark’s stomach

Mark said nothing; he only started to rock, pushing Tom against the bed and pressing his cock into his stomach.

"markmarkmark," Tom said repeatedly

"Tommy baby," Mark said without stopping, he kissed Tom with a smile on his lips,

"You never call me Tommy," Tom pulled apart briefly, he could barely say it "I like it". After a while, he pushed Mark away, pointing to the nightstand "Second drawer,"

Mark hurried to get the lube and a condom out, setting everything up and pushing in a finger.

"Fuck Mark," Tom shouted, "Fuck!"

The fingers came and Mark pressed it all in, they both gripped the sheets and each other's skin, after a few minutes, Mark fell blankly beside Tom as they both gasped and panted for air.

Tom hovered over and hugged Mark by his side, "Are you okay?" Tom asked, sweat falling from his forehead and neck

Mark nodded, a smile on his face as he looked over to Tom, "Yes, I am."

***

As Mark woke up, he got startled by his surroundings. They were familiar, but also unusual, as if he was used to the place, but at a long, lingering time in the past.

His blue eyes wandered around the room, and he smiled as they rested on the tattooed arm wrapped around him.

Mark looked at Tom lying by his side on the bed, as the boy’s lips parted in a way that made him look so innocent and peaceful, his eyelids shut and his breathing even.

Mark pulled him closer, noting that they were only covered by the sheets from the waist down; they were still naked against the bed, which was still wet with sweat and other liquids from the previous night.

After staying like that for a few minutes and not wanting to let go, Mark heard some creaking and footsteps coming from the outside. Seeing that Tom wasn’t awoken by the noises, Mark decided to get up and see what was going on. He got up and scanned the floor for his clothes and puts them on, not caring about his sex hair and smell.

He exited the room and went to the kitchen, seeing that April was sitting alone by the table, a bowl of cereal in front of her.

“What are you doing here?” Mark asked, “You sure woke up early,”

“Yeah, I have school,” She said, taking another spoonful of her cereal, she still on her pajamas and her blonde, childish hair tied to a pony tail, “Where’s dad?” She asked, “The door of his room is locked, and you weren’t in your room, the house felt empty.”

“What your dad does behind locked doors is none of your business,” Mark said taking a seat beside her, crossing his arms over the table, “and neither is what I do outside my room”

April raised an eyebrow at him “Gosh, I was just asking…”

Mark looked at her for a while, and she looked back at him. He smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder, “You know that you’re awesome, right?”

She raised her eyebrow again, “No, no one ever says that besides dad, but I guess that’s because he’s my dad, so it’s his job to make me feel awesome.”

“No, you’re really awesome, April. You’re the kid every parent wants, you’re smart, you’re clever, and you’re pretty,” That’s when April smiled and looked down at her lap, smiling like the little girl she was, “and you have your father’s smile. God, you’re so perfect!”

Mark stared at the kid, his kid, and tagged along on the smile.

“And having my father’s smile is supposed to be something good?”

“Of course!” Mark said throwing his hands up, “Have you ever looked at your dad? I think he’s one of the most gorgeous people I have ever seen…”

“Even more than Renee?”

“He beats the shit out of Renee!” Mark said as he got up as April ate the last spoonful of her cereal “Now…” He stood behind her chair and grabbed her by her arm pits, pulling her up and putting her down with her feet on the ground, “go get dressed, I’ll try to wake him up.”

When she was on her feet, she looked up at Mark’s tall stature “What?” He asked.

“Nothing,” She said, “I just think you’re awesome too.”

That was when she ran upstairs and he stood alone in the kitchen, a smile decorating his face as he watched his kid run into the hallway.

Mark followed her lead a few seconds after, but instead of hitting the stairs, he went back to Tom’s bedroom, in which he found the owner sitting on the bed, fully awake and running a hand through his hair

“Where were you?” Tom asked.

“April woke up,”

“Did she see us?” Tom asked hurriedly.

“No, she didn’t, we’re clear,” Mark sighed, “Will you take her to school?”

“I don’t know,” Tom said, “I’m kind of late for work, we slept too much. I have time to get dressed, but I don’t think I can drop her at school…”

“Well, I can drop her if you want,” Mark suggested excitedly.

“That’s fine, you can take my car and drop her, I’ll get a cab since it’s faster,”
Tom shrugged, “I’ll have a shower, I would invite you to the party, but I’m in a hurry so you can use April’s bathroom upstairs, she’ll show you where everything is,” Tom said as he got up, getting his shirt from the floor and walking towards the bathroom, looking back at Mark on the last sentence.

“Sure,” Mark smiled.

***

“So,” April said as she got two shirts from her closet, a blue one and a green one, hanging both by her chest as she decided what to use, “Which one?”
“Um…” Mark said from his place sitting on her bed, his hair still a little damp from the shower and he was wearing the clean clothes he had just picked, “why does it matter the color of your shirt if you’re going to wear it with a hoodie?”

“Ugh!” She said throwing her head back, “You know nothing about fashion!”
“Who was the person that ever said I had to have a sense of fashion?” Mark protested.

“I hate your socks,” April said as she leaned down again to get another shirt. Mark looked down at his converses and his socks going further up his ankles, he just rolled his eyes “Which one now?” She asked with a purple shirt and long sleeved black vest.

“Purple,” Mark said and got up “But instead of going with the green hoodie, go with the black one” He picked up a black fabric on her closet as she put the shirt on.

“Well, this is better. But please pretend you’re not with me when you are wearing those socks…”

“Okay I will. I will also be offended, but I will.”

“Shut up” She giggled and put on the hoodie he was giving to her. Mark leaned over the closet after he had closed the door while she walked towards her bed to put on her converses. And as she sat down and grabbed her shoes, Tom appeared by the door.

“Well, I’m going now guys,” He said and they both were startled, April was surprised by him and Mark by how it wasn’t just Tom, but it was Tom in a suit, a black suit with a black tie, but with converses to make it all better. His hair was dry already and the room suddenly didn’t smell so girly, but it also didn’t smell like sex. It smelled nice, like an expensive perfume.

And Tom, of course.

“Okay dad,” April said, “bye.”

“Bye honey,” Tom said with a smile as he walked over to her bed, giving her a kiss on the forehead, “have a good day at school.”

And meanwhile, Mr. Hoppus just stood there with an open mouth
“Why… Why are you wearing a suit?” Mark stuttered “why?”

“I’ll have a meeting later, around ten o’clock, but I need to get there earlier, I usually leave a bit later,” Tom said and Mark actually though he was going to die there for a moment.

“Yeah, he always drops me and then gets back home to get dressed…” April said as she tied her shoes.

“Why? Does is looks weird? This suit is new, I think it looks weird, don’t you think, April?”

“Well, I think tha…”

“It looks great,” Mark said discretely nodding, “You look good.”

“Thanks,” Tom said with a smile on his face, “now I better go down, the cab said it would be arriving in a few minutes.”

“Okay, have a great day, dad!” April shouted as he smiled once again by the door.

“Yeah, have, you have a great day, Tom!” Mark shouted right after her.

“Bye guys,” He said and walked downstairs.

Mark stood on the same place and April got up, walking towards him, “We still have half an hour, do you want to watch TV?”

“What?” He asked, snapping back to reality.

“TV? We still have time,”

“Yeah, sure” Mark said, putting a hand on the back of her head and walking towards the hallway.

They watched cartoons for fifteen minutes and then got in the car to go to school. When they arrived there they saw the children running from one side to the other, the yellow buses filled with children and mothers leaving their little pupils by the front lawn.

“How do you get through this every day?” Mark asked as he tried to find a safe spot for April to jump off the car “I mean, all the children…”

“I am a child,” April pointed out “I'm just like them,”

“Okay then,” He sighed and pulled over “Go have fun”

She jumped up from her chair and kissed him on the cheek, and then she flew out before she could see the giant, stupid smile decorating his face.

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