[ yeah, no, SMUT WARNING again. mark's staying busy ]

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SO, WHAT WAS MR. MARATHON MAN'S NAME?

☆︎ MAY, 1999 ☆︎

Luca was having an embarrassingly difficult time trying to replace one of the strings on his guitar. The band was put up in a fairly nice hotel, and the two rooms connected with a large living room between them. He was on the bed he was sharing with Isaiah — Jackson pushed them both to the side and loudly declared the other queen-sized bed as his and his alone the night before.

The Woodsboro Killers were asked to perform at the premiere of Stab 2 just before the movie began, which wasn't until the next day, but he wanted to get it over with as he tuned his guitar. He could hear the rest of his bandmates — sans their lead guitarist — messing around in the other room.

Just when Luca was about to finally get the string properly fitted on his instrument, the phone on the nightstand rang, making him flinch and lose his grip. He grumbled under his breath while reaching for the phone, figuring it was one of their parents or Virginia checking on them while they were in such a big city.

"Hello?" he asked, just pushing his guitar to the side. He could get Jackson to do it later.

"Hey, Lu," Indiana greeted on the other end, keeping her voice down low.

Luca sat up instantly, as they hadn't seen Indiana since the gig at the bar last night. "Indiana Winger, where the hell are you?"

"Well, uh, I'm at some guy's apartment," she said, sounding fairly sheepish and tired. "Just calling to check in and let you know I'm not dead."

"Are you about to head back here?" he asked. "Rod wants us to be at a fitting for our clothes for the premiere in an hour."

Indiana just let out a hum, making his suspect she was about to say she wouldn't be making it. "See, uh, he just headed to the shower and made a very good offer for me to join him. And then he's gonna make me breakfast. So, ya know, I think I'm gonna be a touch late, or not there at all."

"Breakfast? It's twelve in the afternoon," he said with a frown.

"I mean, we didn't exactly do a lot of sleeping, Lu," she said, sounding quite amused. "Look, I've got to go, but just make sure the others don't get too pissed."

Luca just laughed. "Jack was worried sick about you, and Rod is gonna be so mad about this. No way I can keep them from freaking out just because you wanted to get laid. You need to just come back now."

"Luca, you have to understand. The others won't because Soph likes girls, so does Jackson, and Isaiah is still our token virgin. But you'll get it," she said in a very serious tone. "I don't have the strength to leave yet."

Luca smirked and leaned back against the pillows. "So it's big?"

"Lu, my fingertips barely even touch when wrapped around it."

"Damn, and you got some big ass basketball player hands with how tall you are."

"Exactly! God, and he's so handsome and his body is just — ugh! It's almost disgusting how dreamy he is."

"Jealous," he mumbled. "Okay, I will buy you some time. Go get railed in a shower. But don't slip and fall — though sounds like it'll be worth it if you do."

"So worth it," she laughed. "Okay, I gotta go. Bye, babe."

Luca pouted up at the ceiling for a moment after hanging up, wishing he was the one to meet a hot stranger at the bar that took him home. Sure, he had some fun in the bathroom with a fairly attractive boy, but it didn't turn into what sounded like a long night of passion for Indiana.

Finally, he rolled off the bed and went into the living room to update everyone on Indiana's whereabouts. Isaiah was tossing Skittles into Jackson's mouth while Sophia was flipping through a magazine, waiting for someone to suggest something to kill her boredom.

"Indy called," Luca informed them, jumping over the back of the couch to sit by Sophia. "She's not dead in a ditch."

"Thank fuck," Jackson said, his words garbled by the mouth full of candy. "She almost back?"

"Um, no, she is currently getting fucked," he said bluntly. Then he glanced at his wrist like he was reading the time even though he wasn't wearing a watch. "I mean, probably not right this second since she just hung up. But I can't imagine it'd take long at all for her to get in that shower with him."

"She's with a guy?" Sophia asked, rolling her eyes, clearly not impressed.

"Probably that one from the bar," Isaiah spoke up, having spotted them several times last night when walking around.

"The businessman?" Jackson asked, frowning. Of course, they didn't know he was a businessman, but they just assumed people as well-dressed as him had boring desk jobs.

Luca just shrugged. "Guess that's him. I don't know when she'll be back. He's keeping her busy, ya know."

"Yeah, we know," Sophia snorted.

"Well, did she at least tell you where his apartment was?" Isaiah asked, worried about her safety. "L.A. is way bigger than Woodsboro."

"No," he shook his head, "no neighborhood."

"The name of the guy?" Jackson questioned.

"Nope."

"And she wasn't in a rush to come back?" Sophia asked then.

And Luca just nodded. "Sounds as if Casanova is very good at what he does."

"Rod's gonna lose it," Sophia said, beginning to laugh.

Their manager was in his late fifties and had worked with a lot of big rock bands back in the seventies. So, working with The Woodsboro Killers felt like babysitting half the time, though he'd take them any day over coked-out alcoholics who partied every night. But that didn't mean Indiana didn't stress him out with her recklessness.

"Rod will be fine as long as she makes it to the premier," Luca said, not all that worried about what Rod thought. He stressed their manager out nearly as much as Indy did.

Jackson looked at him in disbelief. "The premier is tomorrow. She's not gonna be there until tomorrow, is she?"

Luca chewed his lip and looked down at his nails coated in light blue nail polish. "She said it was really big, Jack."

"Ew!" Sophia squealed, grabbing a throw pillow to smack him with. "I don't want to hear about Indy's sex life."

"I don't know anything else," he said, putting his hands up in defense. "She was in a hurry to hang up. I just delivered the message for her! I'm sure she's gonna be back before dinner time."

☆︎

Indiana was not, in fact, back before dinner time.

But it wasn't her fault she was at Mark's apartment still. She made an effort to leave two separate times. Once right after helping him clean up the mess from making her pancakes, which led to a cliche moment of throwing flower at each other that then led to sex on the kitchen floor.

While Indy was gathering her discarded dress and underwear, as she just threw on one of his shirts after the shared shower, she saw that he actively had his copy of Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade sitting out, so she had to make fun of him for that. It was Mark who suggested they watch it so he could make her understand why it was better than the first one. While it was going on, he offered to wash her dress and underwear for her. And of course, after the movie ended, she wasn't convinced about which was better, so they popped in Raiders of the Lost Ark.

The two movies were filled with lots of touching and making out on the couch, staying curled up together the whole time. Any time Indiana would make a comment about the movie he didn't agree with, Mark would teasingly bite at her neck, and she'd repay the favor by pulling his hair. Fuck, he liked when she pulled his hair.

When the credits finally rolled on the second film, Indiana managed to pull herself away from Mark's body heat reluctantly and stretch her muscles, seeing how the sun was sinking outside his window. Mark stayed laying on the couch and smiled up at her, one arm propped behind his head.

"I should go," she said softly, brushing her fingers across his stomach that was covered in a plain white tank top. Though she'd prefer him shirtless, it showed off his strong arms and broad shoulders. She hadn't meant to spend nearly a whole day with him, but she certainly didn't regret it. "Are there any good sushi places around here that I could pick up for dinner on the way back?"

"Between here and your hotel? No," he said, shaking his head. Then the corners of his lips turned up in a sly smile. "But I do have the stuff to make you some."

"Why, Mr. Mark, it sounds like you don't want me to leave just yet," she said teasingly while leaning closer to him.

"Maybe not just yet," he said while moving his hand up her side.

"Well, then you're very lucky that I love sushi, and I've also never had it homemade before and am curious," she said, grinning at him. Then she took his hands and pulled him from the couch, moving toward the kitchen that she was very familiar with now.

So, the second time Indiana tried to leave was a bust as well. But Mark looked so damn cute showing her how to roll one with the rice on the outside rather than the seaweed. He'd chastise her for how much soy sauce she liked, and she teased him about his age, pointing out that she didn't have to worry about her sodium intake like he did. He also made her try wasabi for the first time and laughed when a few tears fell from how hot it was.

That meal in the kitchen didn't lead to sex.

Right away, at least.

The pair moved back to Mark's couch, and Temple of Doom was put in because they figured they should do the whole franchise justice. They were on separate ends of the couch, but Indy's feet were resting on his lap as Mark rubbed distracting circles on the inside of her ankle.

"What's this tattoo for?" Mark asked after a chase scene ended. He was looking at her ankle, and Indiana almost smiled at the thin line that ran around it, looking like an anklet.

"Just an inside joke," she said. Indiana wanted to get something more obvious — a hand wrapping around her ankle — but Virginia didn't appreciate the morbid humor, and Sophia just said it wouldn't look good.

Mark had spent a good amount of time exploring the other small, delicate tattoos she'd accumulated in her life, taking time to gently kiss the 'NYFF' one over the scar from Billy and one that said 'get fucked' in small letters over the one on her thigh, all without asking her the meaning of them. He thought maybe the one on her ankle would be harmless to ask about.

"Ah," Mark nodded, continuing to trace the tattoo. "Is that a level five inside joke?"

"Probably just four," she said, grinning at him.

"And what level am I at now?" he questioned while moving his touch up her calf.

Indiana pretended to think, letting her head fall back against the arm of the couch. "I mean, at least a two-point-four."

Mark scoffed and pulled Indiana in one swift motion, surprising her as she ended up on his lap. She put her hands flat on his chest to brace herself, looking down at him with wide, amused eyes.

"All that, and I'm not even halfway there?" he asked, raising an eyebrow of disbelief.

Indiana hummed while sliding one hand down his torso and the other up, her nails trailing to the back of his neck, toying with the bottom of his hair. "Maybe I could do some re-evaluating."

Then she leaned down to kiss Mark softly at first, savoring the salty taste on his lips. But when his grip on her waist tightened as he pulled her flush against him, Indiana deepened the kiss, pressing her tongue into his mouth.

As Mark took over the kiss, Indiana settled lower until one of his muscular thighs was slotted between her legs. She shifted against him, trying to create some kind of friction and letting out a whine when it felt just right. He helped with the sensation, pressing up against her, groaning into the kiss as he realized she was practically riding his thigh.

"Is that really all you need? My fucking leg?" Mark asked, letting out a huff of a mocking laugh that only turned Indiana on even more as she grinded against him.

She nodded desperately against his forehead, rocking against him at a steady pace, the materials of her underwear and his sweatpants twisting against her clit in a perfect way. Mark leaned in, his lips finding the underside of her jaw as he sucked on her skin, adding to the other bruises that she'd accumulated in the last day.

Indiana was breathless by the time she came, too wrapped up in Mark beneath her to consider being embarrassed by cumming on the older man's thigh. She cried out as it snapped inside of her, falling against his sturdy chest.

Mark shifted her hips back, creating enough space for him to reach his hand down, moving her underwear to the side to swipe at her soaked and sensitive core with his pointer and middle fingers. Indiana drew in a shaky breath, watching as he brought his hand back up, setting his fingertips to her bottom lip.

Indiana gently licked the tips before bringing his fingers into her mouth, looking into his darkening green eyes as she sucked them clean.

"Think you got another one in you for me?" Mark asked in a soft, caring tone.

Indiana nodded before pushing his hand to the side to kiss him fiercely. Mark cradled the side of her head, guiding her movements for a movement before he changed his mind. He didn't break the kiss as he got off the couch, bringing Indiana along with him. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he held her up, making it seem effortless as he walked them out of the living room.

She was the one to break the kiss as she moved her mouth to his jaw, sucking and biting at the underside of it. His neck was covered like a work of art in hickies that he couldn't help but stare at in awe every time he passed a mirror — he couldn't remember the last time someone had taken the time to run their tongue and teeth over nearly every inch of his body.

And Indiana would've been content to keep leaving bruising kisses on his skin, but Mark reached his bedroom and gently dropped her onto his mattress. His room was a mess of knocked-over items and his comforter piled on the floor from the three other times they'd had sex — and that was just in the bedroom. He'd have a lot of cleaning once she finally left and he could think clearly enough to get simple tasks done.

Standing over her, Mark reached back to pull off his tank top and get rid of it. As soon as it was gone, Indiana got up on her knees and grabbed the string of his sweatpants, pulling him down on top of her. Mark let out a huff of a laugh at her eagerness as he caught himself on his forearms.

"Someone's eager," he said, raising an eyebrow as he looked down at her.

Indiana rolled her eyes playfully. "Shut up and fuck me again."

Mark did indeed shut up and kiss her forcefully, biting her bottom lip when she didn't let him slide his tongue in all the way at first. Meanwhile, his hands slid between them as he expertly undid the buttons of his shirt that she was wearing, and she arched off the bed so that he could pull the fabric from underneath her.

He moved down her body, trailing slow kisses along her neck and collarbone before reaching her chest. While brushing his thumb against her left nipple, he latched his mouth into the other one, swirling his tongue over the hardening bud as Indiana writhed underneath him, beginning to let out little pants and whines.

All the while, Mark began shifting his hips against her leg, unable to keep from seeking out some friction to help the growing ache between his own legs. Indy raised her knee slightly, meeting each small thrust, earning a low groan from him as he swapped to the other side of her chest.

Finally, Mark moved a hand lower, seeking out her clit over the drenched material of her underwear.

"Fuck, yes," Indiana moaned, her eyes falling shut as he rubbed her already sensitive bundle of nerves. Then she ran her fingers through his hair and pulled his head back to her mouth, speaking against his lips. "But I don't want your fingers. I want you."

"Am I allowed to speak now?" Mark asked with a cute little smile on his face. She let out a small laugh and nodded her head before taking in a sharp breath as he increased the pressure on her clit. "You're a mess. You know that, right?"

"And whose fault is that?" she asked as he made quick work of her underwear, leaving her bare underneath him.

Mark sat back on his knees, straddling her hips, just staring down at her body, looking just as entranced as the first time he'd seen it.

"Mark," Indy said in as soft a tone as she could manage with how restless she was getting by his inaction. "Hurry up, or I'm gonna leave."

"Oh, we both know you could've left hours ago," he said with a teasing smirk.

But he did get back to work, sliding his own underwear off, and Indiana eyed his hardened length hungrily. Fuck, she was glad she didn't return to the hotel when Luca asked her to.

Slowly, Mark leaned down and began kissing his way up her body, starting at her hip and leaving open-mouthed, warm kisses along her torso and chest and neck before reaching her mouth once again. It wasn't until his tongue was in her mouth that he slid inside of her, not meeting any resistance with how busy they'd been in their short amount of time together.

Indiana moaned lowly as he filled her up, a sound that he swallowed as he continued to devour her. He took her left leg and brought it up so that he could reach an even deeper spot inside of her while she desperately clawed at his back, each deep thrust creating scratches in the shape of her nails on his skin.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he muttered, not even bothering to pull back from her mouth as he sped up. "So tight and soft and perfect for me."

It was perfect — the way he was stretching her walls, the low moans and grunts that left his chest, even the soft but demeaning way he spoke to her when she was nearing another orgasm.

"Not yet," Mark ordered, lifting her leg a little higher, making her vision nearly go out from the particular spot inside of her that he found and rammed into repeatedly. "Be a good girl and hold it in a little longer. I know you can."

But Mark was making it exceptionally hard in her opinion as he said and did all the right things to usher a speedy orgasm upon her. He fucked into her roughly, each thrust making heat curl in her stomach, the tension gathering and rising, pushing her toward the edge. And she tried, really she did, but she couldn't hold out much longer.

"Please, Mark," she whined, her face falling on the crook of his neck as she shut her eyes and tried to concentrate. "Can't wait. Please."

"Yeah, alright, Honey," he said, letting out a moan of his own when he felt her clenching around him. He readjusted his hands, only holding himself up with one arm as his hand fall between them, his fingers seeking out her clit to run quick circles, the added sensation making her legs tremble as she cried out. "Come on my cock. Let me feel it, feel you."

Everything snapped inside of Indiana as the orgasm hit her, her vision blurring as the warmth and pleasure rolled into her like waves. And somewhere in her hazy mind that could only think of him and what he could make her feel, she heard Mark let out a curse, feeling her tense up around him.

"Oh, Jesus, fuck," he whined, his cock twitching and pulsing inside of her with one final thrust. His moan was music to her ears as he came, hips stuttering and breathing shaking.

It took a moment for them both to recover and as they caught their breath, Mark pressed his forehead to Indiana's, just looking into her wide, lust-filled eyes. And she let the very tips of her fingers run nonsense patterns up and down his shoulders and back, a much gentler touch than she had before.

Mark didn't care how desperate his next question may have made him sound while reaching to hold one of her hands, toying with her fingers. "And you're sure you have to be back tonight?"

☆︎

"Indiana Jones Winger, where the hell have you been?"

Rod Reyes hadn't appreciated Indiana waltzing into the hotel the next day at ten o'clock, only twenty minutes before they were all supposed to leave to meet up with the style team that'd be getting the band ready for the Stab 2 premiere.

"I told Luca to tell you I was with a guy I met at the bar the other night," Indiana said, pointing at their rhythm guitarist. He and the other three were cramped on the couch in the hotel room, all grinning, knowing she was about to get yelled at like a child.

Rod ran a hand through his long, greying hair — he was sure he'd gotten some extra ones that morning when he woke up and Indy still wasn't back. "What in god's name could you have been doing for a day and a half with a man you just met?"

Jackson couldn't help but snicker, and Isaiah elbowed him to keep him quiet. After all, Indiana looked fucked out. Her wet hair was hanging down and air drying, she was in the same dress she'd disappeared in at the bar the night before last, and an atrocious amount of bruises in the shapes of Mark's lips adorning her jaw and neck and a few on her thighs poking beneath the short garment.

"I'd like to hear your theories on what you think we were doing," Indiana said, biting back a grin as she shifted on her feet.

"Do not ever do that again. We had no idea how to find you. God knows you've been almost killed enough times to warrant us worrying," Rod griped. He wasn't even there for the Ghostface attacks, but he'd learned plenty in his months taking care of the band. "And don't think I'm not telling your sister about this."

"Virginia knows Indy's a whore. That's why she put her on a pill," Sophia spoke up with a sly grin. Then she looked over her friend's appearance. "But seriously, ew. Almost two days? Are you fucking dehydrated?"

"We took breaks," Indiana said, smiling cutely.

Rod rubbed his face and shook his head, somehow feeling like a disturbed and disappointed father. "J - just go shower quick. The car will be here soon."

"Calm down, Dad," Indy said, picking up a lock of her drying hair. "Just came from a shower."

Luca leaned forward, raising an eyebrow. "With him?"

"Duh," she said while walking to the door that led to her room with Sophia. She was at least going to change her clothes. "And he told me to hit him up any time I'm back in L.A.. Didn't give him my number, of course."

"So, what was Mr. Marathon Man's name?" Jackson asked, getting up to follow her.

"Mark," she said simply while getting her dress off and finding a loose t-shirt. It was nothing Jackson hadn't seen before.

"Yeah, Mark what?"

Indiana paused and then shrugged. "Don't know."

Jackson just chuckled and continued his questioning. "Well, what's he do since you kept him from work yesterday?"

"No idea."

"So, you don't know his name or what he does for a living?"

"We had a one-night stand, Jax. We aren't dating," she said, laughing as she found some shorts and socks. "Well, a two-night stand."

"Yeah, but with how you love to talk, I figured you'd have gotten more info on him, is all," he told her.

She shot him a sly grin. "We didn't do a lot of talking."

Of course, Indiana was lying. In between the mind-blowing sex, Indiana learned a lot about Mark, and he learned about her. It just so happened that his occupation and her Ghostface-filled past weren't included in what was discussed.

But she knew his favorite colors were purple and green. Mark rolled his eyes but laughed nonetheless when she made a Buzz Lightyear joke. She knew he played on his high school baseball team but did have an interest in basketball. He was born in November and wanted a dog but didn't have the backyard to take care of one like it deserved.

Despite knowing all those things, Indiana wasn't about to spill about it to Jackson. Ever since Mickey, she didn't get attached to people. She'd not even been on a real date and had only recently begun sleeping around with people again. Attachment was the last thing she needed in her life.

"I'm surprised you didn't make plans to run right back to him after the premiere," Jackson said, smirking at Indiana as she slipped her shoes back on.

"Oh," Indy said, looking at him pointedly, "if we didn't have to get right back to Woodsboro for Martha's graduation tomorrow, I would be. Though, I think she'd understand."

"Maybe, but Randy wouldn't."

"Definitely not. I can picture the epic breakdown already."

☆︎

There wasn't a trace of the hickies on Indiana's skin as she arrived at the Stab 2 premiere. Jackson tried to pay off the makeup artists to keep one on show, but Rod shut that down quickly. Now, the whole band was dressed to the nines in suits and dresses, beginning to walk down the red carpet, following after the horde of actors involved in the movie.

"Jackson, dear!" Jennifer Jolie called from a few feet ahead of them. Much to Jackson's delight, they'd become friends of sorts while working on the set together. "I need a picture with my favorite bass player."

Jackson grinned smugly at Luca. "I'm her favorite." Then he jogged over to meet Jennifer, smiling for the countless photographers and their flashing cameras.

It wasn't long before Sophia was paired off with Larz Voorhees and Indiana was met by Mädchen Amick as everyone wanted them with the actors portraying them in the story. Luca and Isaiah didn't have characters in the film and were left to answer questions about the future of The Woodsboro Killers — plans that included their album coming out, filming a music video, and hopefully going on a tour.

Mädchen kept an arm around Indiana as they spoke to a reporter together who asked about working together. "I've just been so blessed to get to portray Indiana for these movies. She's such a strong and powerful woman with so much love in her talented little heart," she gushed. "To finally meet her was a dream come true."

"I'd say meeting you was a dream, too," Indy told her, grinning. "Mostly because you're just nice to stare at — I'm joking! I'm joking. I wouldn't want my story in anyone else's hands."

Well, preferably, Indiana would rather there wasn't a movie about her story at all.

The time on the red carpet went on a little longer, and footage was caught of the band with everyone — Milton, Tori Spelling, Brooke Shields, David Schwimmer. There was even a group photo with the actor hired to run around in the Ghostface costume that left a bad taste in Indiana's mouth, but she didn't complain, knowing that soon, the nightmare would be over. They wouldn't even have to stay for the movie — they just had to perform.

"Indiana! Indiana!" a fairly loud reporter called who worked for E! News. Indiana smoothed down the fabric of her sparkly gold dress and made her way over. "Let's get a clip of you and Josh!"

Indiana blinked slowly before realizing Josh Duhamel was also called over to the same section as her. True to her word, Sophia made sure that Indy didn't interact with the actor once after initially bumping into him. And Isaiah, wanting to make sure Josh's feelings weren't slighted, just kindly explained to him why she wasn't comfortable around him, so the two had no problems while on the same set.

But here he was, looking painfully handsome and painfully like Mickey in a suit.

Josh's smile looked more like a grimace as they stood next to each other. "We don't have to. You can go back over with your band."

"No," she said, smiling tensely. Then she moved closer and let him slide his arm around her waist, drawing her closer. "I think I can survive two minutes."

He nodded, and they both turned to face the many cameras pointed their way. Indiana bit the inside of her cheek and grinned, keeping answers short and simple to whatever was thrown her way. She also pointedly ignored questions asked about what actually happened in Windsor.

And Indiana found that as she was desperately trying to not think of Mickey and his arm around her as it had been so many times like Josh's was now, she ended up thinking back on Mark. Not because he made butterflies swirl in her stomach or because she felt he was some perfect solution to all her heartbreak. But his touch was new and good and comforting — things she'd been in great need of for more than a year now.

And for the first time, on the red carpet and wrapped up in a man that'd spent months embodying Mickey's lovable personality, Indiana was wishing that she was feeling someone else's touch — for the first time, she didn't crave Mickey quite as much as she usually did.