Mark's POV *~*

I took a deep breath and pressed my lips against his almost .....expirementally. They were so soft only....they didn't move against mine. I backed away from him. He looked very confused, till he finally spoke up.

"Um.... can we try that again Mark?" He asked shyly. I smiled and leaned in again.

He and I moved in sync. Within a matter of seconds, Oscar had me against the brick wall and our tounges having a feirce battle in our mouths.

'Fuck, I never thought he'd be that good at this' I thought. I tried to kiss back with as much passion as I could. I wanted to grab him by his hair, or grab him by his waist or.....something at least! However, he pinned my arms up at the sides of my head. It was hot, yet irritating at the same time.

Then suddenly, I felt an intense wave of pleasure surge through my body. I groaned. Then, everything went cold. I opened my eyes to see Oscar stepping back.

"Oscar? What's wrong?" I asked. Did he regret it? Oh god! I KNEW this was a bad idea. Wait! Maybe I can fix it a little bit.

It's ... It's just I'm really sorry. I don't know what came over me." He said apologetically.

"You don't have to be embarrassed."

"But-"

I cut him off and leaned in. And just like before, it quickly turned into a heated make out session. The only thing different was something was poking me- OH MY GOD I GAVE OSCAR A BONER!!

"Oscar, are you....right now?" I asked trying to catch my drift.

"Honestly.....very." He looked away and blushed.

"Don't worry about it, I am too." I said smiling.

"Well fuck Mark, I couldn't tell" Oscar sarcasticly said. We began kissing again when to my surprise ....