Mark was struggling to fall asleep, painfully aware of Jackson beside him.

The past few nights had been torture, as he was always too nervous to rest easily. Now, the only thing keeping him sane was the fact that this night was the last.

Tomorrow, they would take the plane back to South Korea, and Mark could forget about ever having to sleep next to Jackson. Hopefully, he could forget about everything else, too.

Mark's stomach curled, just like it did when he had to do a verbal report to his class. Only this time, he didn't feel like he would explode with bile. No, as the feeling grew, Mark knew it was very different. He didn't want to admit that it was happening, but that didn't stop him.

He slowly turned his head to glance at the boy beside him. Trying to be quiet, he sat up, leaning over until he could see Jackson's face in the darkness.

His eyes had adjusted long ago, so he could see when Jackson's eyes opened. Jackson, however, only noticed the shadow above him, and he grew confused, already half asleep.

"Mark? What are you-"

"Don't talk, please."

Mark didn't really need to speak, as his movements were enough to make Jackson go silent, as he held his weight on his hands and moved to sit on top of Jackson.

What was he doing? Mark didn't know himself.

Mark's stomach didn't calm down at all, and the fact that his hands were tracing the line of Jackson's chest through his shirt didn't help at all. Instead, the nerves increased, and he licked his lips, hoping to calm down.

When he failed to do so, he moved on to the next plan, leaning down until he could make out Jackson's features. His eyebrows, his nose, and finally, his lips.

Jackson realized what was happening - though he wasn't sure if it was a dream or not.

When he moved his hands to hold Mark's thighs, he ended up holding his hands instead, as Mark pushed them above his head.

"Don't touch me," maybe then it won't be gay.

Jackson closed his eyes, and Mark admired his face for a moment before making a mistake.

Last time, he could blame Jackson, as Jackson had kissed him. But this time? Mark was doing this on his own. So the question was, why?

Well, he wouldn't worry about that right now.

Kissing Jackson was just as nice as Mark remembered. No, maybe it was better, as he could taste Jackson's lips, rather than chlorine. Though he couldn't quite pinpoint the exact taste, he knew it was something he would want to experience again and again. In fact, he found himself wishing it was a type of alcohol, so he could have it whenever he wanted.

Truthfully, he could taste it whenever he wanted, if he wasn't so scared. Jackson would gladly give him a taste at any moment.

Whenever Mark had kissed Holly, he often felt that he was suffocating, like she was trying too hard, opening her mouth too wide, breathing heavily into his mouth and never quite matching his pace. But with Jackson, though he felt like he was close to drowning, Mark felt like they were reading each other's minds, perfectly pulling and pushing at the right times.

Jackson was almost certain that he was dreaming, although he couldn't be sure, as he would have liked to be able to touch Mark. However, he didn't want to scare Mark away, so he complied with his wishes.

He couldn't complain, as he could feel the pressure of Mark's body on top of him, and Mark's legs around him. That sensation alone was enough to make his head spin.

When Mark's tongue got involved, however, all bets were off. Mark licked Jackson's bottom lip, and it set Jackson off. But when he pulled his hands free to touch, he hardly managed to trail a finger across Mark's thigh before Mark was pulling it away.

He was drowning in the feelings, a flood of emotions that he didn't fully understand. His hormones were raging, and he only just realized he was kissing Jackson furiously. Jackson, a boy. 

Mark was kissing a boy. The realization triggered his flight response, and he pulled away, staring down with wide eyes.

"Please," Jackson breathed out, and Mark forgot that he was quite possibly leading the gay boy on.

Jackson didn't mind, not at that point, because Mark quickly captured his lips once again, biting and tugging like his life depended on it.

Curious, he moved his hand, and, feeling no resistance from Mark, he moved it to his thigh, rubbing it hesitantly to see if Mark would allow it. 

Seeing that Mark didn't react, his hands grew braver, gripping Mark's thighs more confidently. Mark jolted against him when Jackson's fingers pinched too hard, resulting in a very difficult situation for Jackson.

There was no way this would end well, but still, Jackson had hope. Besides, he couldn't be upset, not when his stomach was curling like this, a warm shiver going up his spine.

Mark seemed to feel the same, because he began intentionally rubbing against Jackson. They stopped kissing, though their lips remained connected, as they let out low gasps. 

Mark ground their hips together, suddenly sitting up and craning his head back, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the unfamiliar sensation.

"Fuck, Mark," Jackson moaned, and the boy's eyes snapped open, staring down at Jackson, who was still overcome by the situation. 

Mark's eyes slowly focused, and, seeing Jackson underneath him, Mark quickly came to his senses, shoving off of the boy and backing away.

"Oh my god, I just...." Mark's pants were tight, but his chest felt tighter, and his face flushed. He felt humiliated, and he couldn't believe his actions. "I'm sorry, pretend that never happened," Mark begged, hardly managing to glance at Jackson before he ran off.

I'm just horny, Mark reasoned, that's all it is. Totally not into boys. Especially Jackson, who was surprisingly obedient - no, that never happened.