CHAPTER 56 | Overthinking

From now on it will be like this: normal chapter, smutty chapter, normal chapter and so on. This is some kind of reward for being patient with me, my slow updates and a whole 45 chapters without anything intimate happening between the main couple, so I think this makes up for it. If you're uncontrollably with some smut scenes, you can skip them. Anyway, enjoy ♥️

MARK'S P.O.V.

Zack wasn't lying when he told me that students in that schedule were more accepting than the morning ones. I don't know why, or how is it that those teachers educate them, but whatever it is, I'm glad that everyone is accepting of our relationship. I must say that I still wanted some days acting normal around him, like friends, only stealing some signs of affection here and there while no one watched, just in the meantime that I got used to the people there. But no, Zack had to out me completely the very first day. Although I'm not mad at him for that. It turned out better than I expected.

Now we're free to show our affection no matter where, at least at school. I can hold hands with him, I can smile at him and touch him more without fearing that others might see it weird, and we can even kiss whenever we want. I still feel a bit uncomfortable and embarrassed when we do that, though, because some people, especially girls, stare at us with devilish smirks, as if they enjoy watching us kissing. That's why I prefer kissing him in more private places. But at least they just stare. It's better than getting insulted, right?

I'm even starting to see the whole incident at school with the morning students and my family as something positive, something that had to happen. If it wasn't for that, I wouldn't have gotten this perfect opportunity to be around my boyfriend at every second of my life, not only at school, but also in his own house, which he told me to call our home.

I still get butterflies in my stomach at the thought that we're now living together. I just can't believe it. I still feel like I'm somehow abusing of his hospitality, that I'm some kind of intruder, that's why sometimes I have the need to ask him for permission to use his bathroom, for example, or to do anything in his house. But that doesn't seem to bother him at all. He just tells me that I should do anything like I'd normally do at my place, but it stills seems a little inappropriate for me. That's why now that he was more than gentle with me to share his house with me, I'm going to help him with anything he needs, so that he doesn't feel like he has to maintain me all the time. From now on this will be my home too and I'll do my best to keep it as wonderful as it looks, even if it means having to work so we can maintain the both of us. We don't have our moms and dads to do everything for us anymore. We're together and we will have to look for each other now.

That night, after Zack literally outed me by devouring my lips, biting my neck and making me a blushing mess at the view of many students at school, we were very happy for the fact that they had accepted us. We were another official couple just like the many diverse ones of that class period. Even if I had heard any hurtful words, Zack taught me to learn to ignore them and don't give those bastards the satisfaction of seeing me hurt, and I've been really starting to put into practice his advice.

The point is that, that night we were so happy that our relationship was official and we wouldn't have to hide it for the fear of being rejected. So happy that as soon as we got home, we decided to celebrate it by doing some lovey-dovey stuff. We kissed, took off our clothes, laid down on his king-sized bed which was now covered in the scent of the both of us, and then you can already imagine what happened next.

But if you can't imagine, let me make a quick summary.

Zack was lying on his side, his back to me and I had my chest pressed against it, so I was spooning him. I rubbed my feet and my legs over his own, the sounds of his low moans that entered through my ears and traveled down to my throbbing member as two of my fingers scissored his entrance, along with the notes of a romantic melody playing in the background. It was the first time we tried this: playing some romantic song while we did it. It was actually Zack's idea, and I liked it. I couldn't deny that it made the moment more magnificent and special. The only missing thing was the rows of candles surrounding us and lots of rose petals scattered around the bed. But we didn't have time to get all of that. All we wanted to do was to submerge into the sea of pleasures and delightful sensations that we created when our bodies were close together, without any clothing covering them, and while we showed our love and care for each other in the most intimate and passionate of ways.

I kissed his shoulder and trailed kisses up to where it met his neck, licking and nibbling on the spot as his moans increased in frequency, at the same time I continued to massage his prostate deep in his entrance. I let him hear my own moans, to let him know that I was enjoying this as much as him, knowing how much he loved to hear the sounds that came out of my mouth as well as I loved hearing his.

He turned his neck to look deep into my eyes with pleasure written in his face, bringing my lips into a soft kiss that I returned. It only lasted some seconds before he talked. "Get inside me."

I nodded, slowly pulling out my fingers from his entrance, to replace them for my member that couldn't be harder than it was now. "As you wish."

I stroked myself a bit, before starting off by rubbing my tip over his hole, the action causing us both to moan in pleasure. Then I proceeded to move my hips forward, his entrance consuming my length every time more. The loud whine that I received in return made my member throb inside him, and when I received his instruction that I should start moving, I didn't waste a single second to think about it as I started moving back and forth.

I moaned in his ear, my arms going to wrap themselves around his chest so I could rub the palms of my hands over his nipples. Zack was gasping and moaning my name as I didn't stop my thrusts. My heart was racing in my chest with all this ecstasy going around us, and I was sure that he could feel my beating on his back.

"Mmm, Zack... Yeah..." We both released a moan of our own every time my tip met that ball of nerves inside him. His breathing was heavy just as mine and his eyes had a look of pure lust and love as he turned his neck to look at me. His swollen lips were parted, from where all of his moans came from, and I didn't doubt an instant to lean in so I could slip my tongue inside that warm cave guarded by a viscous, pink worm which was his own tongue.

I could feel my whole face wet with sweat as we shared our moans and our tongues found themselves dancing along a uniform rhythm. I had to slow down my thrusts as my hips became tired from so much pulling and pushing. We pulled away with a whine, keeping our faces close and our lips brushing as we started into each other's eyes, our breaths laboured.

"I love you." I whispered into his lips.

"I love you more." He replied.

"No, I love you more." I said with a playful smile.

"I love you way more."

"I love you from here to the infinity and beyond."

He chuckled, rolling his eyes. "Okay, you win. Just shut up and fuck me."

I smiled, doing as he told me as I started moving my hips again, this time going at a much faster pace than before. Both our moans became louder and so did the sound of flesh hitting against flesh, as I went a bit rougher on him than usual. I had always wanted to be gentle with him, not wanting to hurt him in any way. But right now he seems to enjoy this rather than disliking it.

Our names never left our mouths as I continued thrusting into him, my hand slowly gliding down to touch his juicy cock, which was already moistened in a large quantity of precum. Zack moaned way more and so did I as I started to stroke him, occasionally bringing my thumb to rub it over his sensitive tip, and other times going to play with his balls, feeling so full of cum that seemed more than ready to get expelled from them. His body was more than perfect in every sense, the most wonderful body that no other male nor any other person could have, and I loved every part of it.

When we made each other know that our releases were close, this time I pulled out of him before I could cum. We both shifted from the spooning position and laid down on our backs, each one going to wrap their hand around the other's member, so we could jerk each other off until reaching our climax.

My chest was rising and falling quickly as our faces were just inches apart and the sounds of our wrists going up and down our wet members was heard throughout his room. We didn't hesitate to bring our faces closer so we could share some sloppy kisses. Every time I felt the tip of my cock getting more tingly, a clear sign that I wouldn't be able to hold it in much longer.

We continued kissing, moaning and whining in our mouths as we continued jerking each other off. That was until I felt another hand positioning itself between my legs. I opened my eyes and pulled away from the kiss to see what that was, only to let out a louder moan at feeling the fingers of his other hand massaging and dipping slightly inside my own entrance.

"Ah! Yeah, baby..." I whined, spreading my legs more to give him better access. Zack moaned back and we didn't stop jerking us off until I felt the burning sensation of his finger going deeper inside me, to the point where I felt it poke my own prostate and I lost it at that.

I was the first one to cum as a shock of intense pleasure was transmitted to my cock, making it erupt all of its seed over my chest and on Zack's hand like a volcano. My whole body trembled involuntarily and my moans came out in shaky gasps and whimpers. Zack found his own release as I heard him moan with that sexy voice of his and I felt his girth pulsing with every shot of cum that he released, the hot liquid dripping down my fingers.

Zack pulled out his finger from me and we stroked each other a few times more until we let out all of our liquid. Our hands were wet with the other's fluids and we took our time to recover our normal breathings. After we were back from our high, we turned to look into our eyes, we exchanged satisfied smiles and we brought our lips into a final kiss that sealed our moment, like we do every time we finish.

It was the most beautiful -if not the only- sex that we had ever had.

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I just came out from my final class, so I made my way to the classroom where Zack had still some more time of class. I stood next to the door and leaned my back on the wall, waiting for him. I still caught sight of some girls who passed by and shot me smirking looks. Some of them already knew who I was dating and still did it, while others didn't know about it, I guess. All I could do was to return the smiles so I didn't look rude. I even caught some guys looking at me the same way, but that didn't bother me anymore.

"Hi."

I turned to the direction of the voice, to see a girl standing next to me. She had long, golden curly hair that reached the level of her waist. Her eyes were blue and she was holding a pair of books on her arms. She was looking at me with a small smile. I must say, she was really attractive, and I'm gay. Although it's not like I felt the need to do anything with her. No way. She must be just another one of those girls who's trying to hit on me and is unaware of my sexuality. Well, I'm sorry lady, but this hot piece of meat is already taken and owned by another piece of hot meat whose name is Zack and I'm more than happy with him.

"Hi." I returned the greeting, returning a small smile too.

"Sorry if I disturbed you, it's just that when I saw you, you seemed pretty familiar." She told me.

I raised my brow at her. "Really?"

"Yeah." She nodded. Actually, now that she mentions it, she also looks kinda familiar to me. But I can't exactly make out who she is. Mostly because of this crappy memory of mine.

"Well, I don't think we have seen each other before." I said.

She remained silent for a while, just looking at my face until her own lighted up and realization hit her eyes. "Is your name Mark, by any chance?"

I looked at her more confusingly. "Uh, yeah."

She gasped. "Oh my God, Mark! It's me! Danielle! Remember me?"

That name immediately rang a bell in my head and my eyes widened just as hers.

"Danielle? Is it really you?"

"Yeah! Oh my goodness, it's been so long since I last saw you! Last time was at elementary school, when... You know, that happened."

I remembered that extremely embarrassing scene when we shared our first kiss. I don't even want to talk about it. I couldn't believe that she was here after so many years without seeing each other.

"Heh, yeah... I remember that day." I said uncomfortably.

She noticed my discomfort and quickly decided to change the topic. "Yeah, anyway, tell me, how have you been? You've changed a lot! You even got tattoos and all! It's a nice change, by the way."

"Thanks. You have also changed a lot. But you still look pretty good as that last time I saw you." I told her sincerely.

She giggled a bit. "Thank you. But hey, how is it that I had never seen you around here? I never knew you attended this school too."

"Oh, it's because I recently changed of schedule. I used to be in morning classes and now I'm in afternoon ones due to some... Complications with my family and that stuff."

"I see."

So we continued talking for a few more minutes about what we had been doing in our lives, stuff about school and other facts about us. It was actually nice to talk to a friend of my childhood after so many years. Because she was only a friend, after all.

That was until I felt someone standing at my other side and I turned to see my boyfriend, Zack, my stomach filling itself with those butterflies just by seeing him.

"Oh, hey Zack." I greeted him with a bright smile.

"Hey, Mark. Who is she?" He asked bluntly.

I chuckled a bit, more from the very serious tone of voice that he had used. "She's a friend of my childhood. Her name is Danielle. We hadn't seen each other in a long time, and she happened to be in this same school."

"Oh." He simply responded, nodding his head.

"Nice to meet you, Zack." She said with a smile, going to shake his hand. Zack took it, although kind of reluctantly if you ask me. I know him well enough as to tell that there's something off with him. "I suppose you're Mark's friend?"

"Actually, I'm his boyfriend." He blurted out, crossing his arms.

That made Danielle gasp, covering her mouth with her hand and looking up at me with wide eyes. I couldn't help but feel a bit uncomfortable. I kinda wanted to tell her more calmly, Zack and I together, not just drop the bomb like that when we were in the middle of a conversation. I didn't know why Zack was acting like this.

Danielle finally removed the hand from her mouth and looked at me. "No way... You are...?"

I felt myself blushing a bit and she didn't have to finish the sentence to know what she wanted to say. So I simply nodded my head slowly.

"Wow. That's cool! It was a bit unexpected but, that's pretty fine." She said with a chuckle. I sighed of relief. "You actually look cute together."

"Thank you." I said, looking at Zack and wrapping an arm around his shoulder. He was still shooting daggers at Danielle and I felt him very tense.

I think this made her a bit uncomfortable as she cleared her throat. "Anyway, I think I should go. It was nice seeing you again, Mark... We should hang out sometime, you too, Zack."

He didn't reply. He just nodded his head.

"Sure, we will... Someday. So, see you, Danielle. Have a good night." I answered.

"Thanks, you too!" She waved at us both and then walked past us. I looked at her back until she rounded a corner. It's amazing how much she has changed.

"Mark!"

I snapped my head towards Zack, who had an irritated look on his face.

"Sorry, what?"

"Let's go." He muttered, grabbing my arm a bit too harshly and dragging me all the way out of the school building.

We got into his car. All I could do the entire time was to look at him as he slammed his door shut and started the engine, gripping the steering wheel so hard that it made his nails turn white. The ride was silent and I didn't know what was up with him. Could it be the stress of school, or... Maybe he was just tired and needed some sleep. Or maybe it has to do something with Danielle...

Is he jealous?

ZACK'S P.O.V.

Of course I fucking know who she is! Wyatt talked to me about her a year ago. He told me she was Mark's first crush and the one who he had his first kiss with. She was going to become his girlfriend, for forever, if it wasn't because Mark got too nervous that day that he even peed his pants. Now that... That thot is back and looking prettier than ever. She obviously has an interest in Mark and I don't doubt he does too. I'm even starting to think that this whole thing of I've always been gay is a fucking lie. He might be bisexual with a bigger preference towards girls. If not, then tell me, how did he do to fuck all of those girls in the past?

I saw the way he was looking at her. Looking so happy, laughing with her and talking about all sorts of things. Complimenting each other, looking at each other with eyes that say that they just want to get laid in that moment. Every word that he exchanged with her filled me with an extreme rage that I only wanted to choke her and tell her to fuck off. HE'S FUCKING MINE!!!

As soon as we got home, I dropped my backpack on the floor and sighed exasperatedly, with all of those thoughts running around my head, making it hurt. They just came like that, without me being able to control them. I heard Mark closing the door behind him and walking towards me with cautious steps. I could feel his nervousness in the air and I could tell he felt my tension. Of course, he's nervous because he knows that I fucking know now what he really likes.

"Zack? What's wrong, babe?" He asked, touching my shoulder, but I took a few steps back from him. His look towards me just turned more confused and worried, but I didn't care.

"You like her, don't you?" I went straight to the point.

"What? Who?"

"Don't act fool. That bitch who you were with just a while ago. Danielle or whatever." I said, spitting her name. I don't know what took over me, that I couldn't even control my words. It was a feeling of extreme possessiveness and fear of losing someone who I love.

Mark widened his eyes at me. "Zack... She's only my friend! A friend from my childhood who I hadn't seen since a long time. Why do you talk to her like that? And I obviously don't like her, what makes you think that?"

"Oh, simply the way you were looking and smiling at her as if you wanted to fuck her."

He stared at me for some seconds, before he started chuckling and shook his head. That just pissed me off more.

"Why are you laughing?!"

"Zacky, my angel... Are you jealous?" He asked, walking towards me, attempting to wrap his arms around me but I stepped back.

All I could do was to cross my arms and look away. I