Give a Bro a Hand
Give a Bro a Hand
mark/jackson | nc-17 | smut | 1.1k words
what mark does alone in his room
a/n: I've had this sitting on my desktop for ages and it really isn't going to be finished. I had so many headcanons for this but well. Here's what I've written so far.
Let it be known to all humankind that Jackson Wang has no sense of personal space. He also doesn't know how to knock but in Jacksons defence, "it's my room too!" he claims countless of times with a tinny high pitched whine accompanied by round eyes and a firm stance faintly resembling a preschooler.
Shared room or not, Mark's having the room to himself was a rare occurrence and he would have preferred it if Jackson didn't have the need to barge in while Mark was sporting a semi under his loose joggers (it was a hard on but he had quickly tucked it under his waist band when Jackson swung the door open abruptly and announced his presence. While Mark wasn't adverse to acknowledging that he had certain kinks, exhibitionism wasn't one of his.)
"Are you jerking off?"
As If it wasn't entirely obvious by the laptop sitting on his lap and the uncapped tube of moisturiser laying by is bed, Jackson is daft enough to question him with a raised eyebrow.
"If I said yes would you get the fuck out?"
A momentary expression of consideration passes through Jackson’s features before replying, "No, not really. Yugyeom is putting on a horror movie outside and I don't really want to witness Bambam's deafening shrieks."
Mark doesn't have the heart to kick jackson out because he knows in actuality that it was the rest of the members that would have to deal with Jackson's ear curdling screeches and that he had really come in here for refuge. That or he's been exiled from the living room by their leader because Jaebum would undoubtedly be the one who's going to be responsible for recuperating jackson back to sanity.
"Fine. Whatever.”
And with that Mark closes the tab of his selected video for the day and opens a naver blog page while Jackson makes himself comfortable on his own mattress.
After a few minutes Mark is uncomfortable. First of all, he's still sporting his semi because it's been a while and he really needed this release. Second of all, it's way too quiet. Jackson has the inability to keep his lips shut for more than 20 seconds and when he does manage to keep them sealed he's either pissed off or scheming something. The only thing audible aside from occasional gasps heard through the walls is the idle clicking from Mark’s laptop.
He finally peels his eyes away from his screen with a resigned sigh, "What."
What he sees is Jackson. The younger’s eyes trained on a direct path down at Mark’s tented crotch. Another thing that must be said is that Jackson has no tact. Not in the slightest.
"Do you need a hand?"
There's complete silence now, and everything seems to freeze until Jackson lets a guffaw escape and time resumes. "Oh my god it wasn't even meant to be an innuendo but that's seriously funny. I’m so funny."
Mark is anything but laughing because if Jackson is laughing at his sexual frustration, fuck him. Not literally. Although...
He's broken out of his train of thought (thank god because he doesn't know where that would have lead to) by Jackson clearing his throat.
"No but seriously do you need some help because it's been like 10 minutes and it hasn't gone down yet." Jackson aptly points a finger toward Mark’s dick.
That means that Jackson was just sitting there staring at Mark’s privates for 10 solid minutes, Christ.
"You want to touch my dick?" Mark sounds incredibly confused because he is. While he had a good idea about Jackson’s bisexuality there was no nuance of any interest towards Mark at all.
"Correction: I can touch your dick. If you want me to."
Another few seconds. "If you'll let me."
A loud clap of orchestral violin blasts through the walls followed by Youngjae's wails of fear. Mark doesn't know what to think but he also thinks that he can't think because yeah he really needs to get off.
"Get your ass over here then."
Mark is faintly reminded of a puppy as Jackson bounds out his bed and removes Mark’s laptop from its perch on his thighs. Jacksons hands are cool compared to the subtle burn of the laptop's heat and he's startled a bit by the contrast as well as the thought of his best friend’s hands in such close proximity of his cock.
"Relax man," Jackson runs his hands up and down marks thighs with intentions to calm the older but he's actually tensing up even more. Eventually, Jackson’s hands reach for the elastic of Mark’s waistband which easily stretches over the older’s length. He's actually almost completely limp now, anxiety from the thought of it all and how best friends don't do this shit. He almost wants to knock Jackson's hands away but before he can even do so, Jackson speaks.
"I got this man."
The rough calluses of Jackson’s hand finally make contact with Mark’s length and his body jolts in his seat on the bed. Jackson cups him single handedly, skin loose and mostly flaccid in Jackson’s palm. But Jackson gives him a solid pump, testing out the waters and all thoughts escape out of his mind as blood rushes down and he starts thinking with his cock instead.
It's almost as if Jackson can read his mind because he's about to tell Jackson that it's too dry for his liking but the younger reaches for the still uncapped tube of lotion with just a few unintelligent growls with efforts to form an unfinished sentence.
"Can..you use.."
The younger lets go of his dick and it flops onto his stomach with an obscene slap.
"More," Mark tells Jackson as he watches the younger squeeze a small dollop onto his hand.
Jackson's row of teeth peek through his lips in a smirk. "You like it wet, huh?"
Mark doesn't have the time to be embarrassed because Jackson has his grip on Mark’s cock again, this time firmer but the cream makes the hot slide of the younger’s grip easier, lewd smacking sounds following rhythmic pumps.Mark’s breath hitches at the sensation of Jackson’s ring slightly catching on the ridge of his crown, that sharp line between pleasure-pain
He's grateful that the others are outside watching a horror movie and are completely oblivious to the two here because his stifled groaning is easily covered by the dramatic sound track, barely audible as the orgasm shakes through his body, hands squeezing at broad shoulders in warning before his cock is twitching as spurts of come run down Jackson’s palm.
Mark is completely out of breath and slumping lazily against the wall, chest heaving while he watches as Jackson raises his come covered hand up to his lips for a slip of tongue to lick at the divot between his thumb and index.
"Dude that's nasty as"
"Bet you're still hard from it though."
Mark curses jackson a thousand times over because he was right.
mark/jackson | nc-17 | smut | 1.1k words
what mark does alone in his room
a/n: I've had this sitting on my desktop for ages and it really isn't going to be finished. I had so many headcanons for this but well. Here's what I've written so far.
Let it be known to all humankind that Jackson Wang has no sense of personal space. He also doesn't know how to knock but in Jacksons defence, "it's my room too!" he claims countless of times with a tinny high pitched whine accompanied by round eyes and a firm stance faintly resembling a preschooler.
Shared room or not, Mark's having the room to himself was a rare occurrence and he would have preferred it if Jackson didn't have the need to barge in while Mark was sporting a semi under his loose joggers (it was a hard on but he had quickly tucked it under his waist band when Jackson swung the door open abruptly and announced his presence. While Mark wasn't adverse to acknowledging that he had certain kinks, exhibitionism wasn't one of his.)
"Are you jerking off?"
As If it wasn't entirely obvious by the laptop sitting on his lap and the uncapped tube of moisturiser laying by is bed, Jackson is daft enough to question him with a raised eyebrow.
"If I said yes would you get the fuck out?"
A momentary expression of consideration passes through Jackson’s features before replying, "No, not really. Yugyeom is putting on a horror movie outside and I don't really want to witness Bambam's deafening shrieks."
Mark doesn't have the heart to kick jackson out because he knows in actuality that it was the rest of the members that would have to deal with Jackson's ear curdling screeches and that he had really come in here for refuge. That or he's been exiled from the living room by their leader because Jaebum would undoubtedly be the one who's going to be responsible for recuperating jackson back to sanity.
"Fine. Whatever.”
And with that Mark closes the tab of his selected video for the day and opens a naver blog page while Jackson makes himself comfortable on his own mattress.
After a few minutes Mark is uncomfortable. First of all, he's still sporting his semi because it's been a while and he really needed this release. Second of all, it's way too quiet. Jackson has the inability to keep his lips shut for more than 20 seconds and when he does manage to keep them sealed he's either pissed off or scheming something. The only thing audible aside from occasional gasps heard through the walls is the idle clicking from Mark’s laptop.
He finally peels his eyes away from his screen with a resigned sigh, "What."
What he sees is Jackson. The younger’s eyes trained on a direct path down at Mark’s tented crotch. Another thing that must be said is that Jackson has no tact. Not in the slightest.
"Do you need a hand?"
There's complete silence now, and everything seems to freeze until Jackson lets a guffaw escape and time resumes. "Oh my god it wasn't even meant to be an innuendo but that's seriously funny. I’m so funny."
Mark is anything but laughing because if Jackson is laughing at his sexual frustration, fuck him. Not literally. Although...
He's broken out of his train of thought (thank god because he doesn't know where that would have lead to) by Jackson clearing his throat.
"No but seriously do you need some help because it's been like 10 minutes and it hasn't gone down yet." Jackson aptly points a finger toward Mark’s dick.
That means that Jackson was just sitting there staring at Mark’s privates for 10 solid minutes, Christ.
"You want to touch my dick?" Mark sounds incredibly confused because he is. While he had a good idea about Jackson’s bisexuality there was no nuance of any interest towards Mark at all.
"Correction: I can touch your dick. If you want me to."
Another few seconds. "If you'll let me."
A loud clap of orchestral violin blasts through the walls followed by Youngjae's wails of fear. Mark doesn't know what to think but he also thinks that he can't think because yeah he really needs to get off.
"Get your ass over here then."
Mark is faintly reminded of a puppy as Jackson bounds out his bed and removes Mark’s laptop from its perch on his thighs. Jacksons hands are cool compared to the subtle burn of the laptop's heat and he's startled a bit by the contrast as well as the thought of his best friend’s hands in such close proximity of his cock.
"Relax man," Jackson runs his hands up and down marks thighs with intentions to calm the older but he's actually tensing up even more. Eventually, Jackson’s hands reach for the elastic of Mark’s waistband which easily stretches over the older’s length. He's actually almost completely limp now, anxiety from the thought of it all and how best friends don't do this shit. He almost wants to knock Jackson's hands away but before he can even do so, Jackson speaks.
"I got this man."
The rough calluses of Jackson’s hand finally make contact with Mark’s length and his body jolts in his seat on the bed. Jackson cups him single handedly, skin loose and mostly flaccid in Jackson’s palm. But Jackson gives him a solid pump, testing out the waters and all thoughts escape out of his mind as blood rushes down and he starts thinking with his cock instead.
It's almost as if Jackson can read his mind because he's about to tell Jackson that it's too dry for his liking but the younger reaches for the still uncapped tube of lotion with just a few unintelligent growls with efforts to form an unfinished sentence.
"Can..you use.."
The younger lets go of his dick and it flops onto his stomach with an obscene slap.
"More," Mark tells Jackson as he watches the younger squeeze a small dollop onto his hand.
Jackson's row of teeth peek through his lips in a smirk. "You like it wet, huh?"
Mark doesn't have the time to be embarrassed because Jackson has his grip on Mark’s cock again, this time firmer but the cream makes the hot slide of the younger’s grip easier, lewd smacking sounds following rhythmic pumps.Mark’s breath hitches at the sensation of Jackson’s ring slightly catching on the ridge of his crown, that sharp line between pleasure-pain
He's grateful that the others are outside watching a horror movie and are completely oblivious to the two here because his stifled groaning is easily covered by the dramatic sound track, barely audible as the orgasm shakes through his body, hands squeezing at broad shoulders in warning before his cock is twitching as spurts of come run down Jackson’s palm.
Mark is completely out of breath and slumping lazily against the wall, chest heaving while he watches as Jackson raises his come covered hand up to his lips for a slip of tongue to lick at the divot between his thumb and index.
"Dude that's nasty as"
"Bet you're still hard from it though."
Mark curses jackson a thousand times over because he was right.