This was going to be a 5 times thing but I am really tired. So two times Ian and Mickey ruined Marks life by being parents. (Set in the ‘Emily’s teacher is crushing on Mickey - verse )
When Mark was 13 he was at his first boy/girl party and they were playing spin the bottle. He tried to convince everyone he didn’t care and even sat a little away, but he was still sitting there with his palms sweating as Sally spun the bottle and it whirled around forever before finally landing on him.
He sucked a quick breath in between his teeth as everyone let out a low oooooh. He kind of just sat there watching her and gather up his courage before leaning forward across the circle and pressing his lips quickly against hers. Her lips were soft and tasted like dime store strawberry lip gloss. His cheeks flushed pink as he sat back and she smiled.
The game went on and no one said anything but Mark kind of felt like his whole world had changed.
A few hours later he was standing on the porch with Sally, waiting on his dads to come pick him up.
“So, was that your first kiss?”
Mark scoffed and tried to look nonchalant but she saw right through him.
“Do you want to kiss again?” her cheeks were flushed a pretty pink and she looked so nice under the moonlight.
“Yeah.” He leaned forward to kiss her again.
As their lips brushed, once, twice, almost three times, a car horn blared through the neighborhood.
“Mark! Mickey look Mark is getting his first kiss! Get the camera!” Ian’s voice caused Mark to jerk back hard as if he had been scalded.
“Oooh Mark and Sally kissing in the tree!” Mickey had rolled the back window down so Emily could join in.
Sally was looking down at her shoes, but she was smiling when Mark hurried over to the SUV, a scowl on his face.
He slammed the door behind him, “You three are all dead to me.”
Mickey cackled as he pulled away from the curb.
Mark was 17 when he lost his virginity to Aaron Williams. He was on his back, one leg resting on Aaron’s shoulder and the other around his waist as the other boy pounded into him.
“Is this good?” He asked, his voice hushed against Mark’s ear as they chased their pleasure.
He could barely say anything, instead biting hard into the dark flesh of Aaron’s shoulder right in front of his lips as he came between them. Aaron thrust a few more times and stilled, his breath stuttering hot into the juncture of Mark’s shoulder. When he rolled off and pulled out Mark felt empty, but didn’t say anything. He bit his lip and waited for Aaron to come back and fill the empty space beside him.
“Fuck that was good.” Mark kind of laughed, surprised by his own words as they lay together side by side, the sweat cooling on their skin.
Aaron pulled back and grinned, “Really? I wanted to make it good for you, for, you know, your first time.”
Mark laughed and tilted his head back so they could lock eyes, “Trust me, it was good.”
Thirty minutes later, with the mess on Mark’s stomach tacky and dry, they finally decided to move from their prone positions and search for something to eat.
In retrospect they probably should have put on some boxers at least. But Mark was distracted by the way Aaron was draped across his back, his huge forearms veiny and strong where they wrapped around his chest.
“Mark, I get that you are wrapped up in some kind of post fuck bliss but next time could you please put some clothes on? We saw enough of your dick when you were a baby and we were changing your diaper a thousand times a day.” Mickey smirked into his coffee, carefully watching the way Ian had covered Emily’s eyes in shock and not looking at the two naked boys in his kitchen.
They had frozen shock at the sound of his voice but quickly leapt to action to get back into Mark’s bedroom. When their heartbeats finally calmed down behind the safety of a locked door they could still hear Ian and Mickey’s laughter filling the house.
(Source: wolf-teeth, via recoverykitty)
Unnecessary “fillers” in our speech. I’d rather have “like” than up-talking, though (if we had to choose one, that is). Ewwww, up-talking. Then again, a combination of the two would render me homicidal maniac.
Like, did you ever notice? That, like, the speech patterns people, like, think are stupid? Are, like, commonly associated with, like, women?
And, like, there’s this thing? Where, like, women aren’t supposed to be, like, assertive? So they, like, qualify their speech? Because, like, we’re not supposed to, like, stand by our opinions?
1) humiliate women so they don’t feel qualified to speak authoritatively about anything
2) humiliate women for speaking in such a way that reflects how you treat her
3) laugh, you are superior because you don’t use words like “like.” It isn’t as if being a huge stupid asshole has ever made you worse than a woman who speaks with verbal tics.
The nail. It is hit on the head.