Dressing Room Mishaps on Valentine’s Day

A/N: This is a REALLY late Valentine’s Day story I wrote for my friends. I mean what better gift than yaoi right?! It’s between Mark and Jack, so please read “Glitter Tales” and “Rescue Me” before reading this. KTHNXILU.

It’s that time of year again; couples walking down the street all lovey-dovey, stores showering you with heart confetti as you walked in and the fat men dressed in togas serenading you. I sighed as Mark and I walked into a store, “Valentine’s Day…”

Mark, who was walking beside me, grinned. “I know! Isn’t it just wonderful?”

“It’s alright I guess…”

Mark grabbed my hand, squeezing it. “What’s wrong? This is the most romantic holiday of the year!”

“It’s the whole dressing up in a tux to go on a date thing that gets me depressed about this.”

I saw Mark grab a black tux with a blood red undershirt with sleek black pants. He then shoved me into the nearest dressing room, smacking my butt and whispering, “Of course. You like to be naked and under me the most darling.”

I turned beet-red as I started changing into this death trap. Was it some unspoken rule that you have to dress up on this day? Couldn’t we just stay home?

Also, when Mark said what he did, he got it right on the money. So what if I liked that better? It made me feel like Mark truly loved me, and that we weren’t just in this relationship for sex. I was stupid enough to fall for him the process though. Every touch, every sound, everything about Mark tugged my heartstrings. Sure he’s told me he loved me, but that’s only after sex. Maybe he doesn’t… maybe the whole point of this date was to break up with me… I finished changing and scrutinized myself in the 360 mirror; I didn’t look half bad to be honest.

Mark banged on the door, causing me to jump. “You done? The dinner reservation is in 45 minutes!”

“Yeah, I’m done…”

He jiggled the door knob, “Let me in to see you.”

I opened the door and Mark slipped in behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, pressing up against me. “I love it, we are getting this one. It looks utterly sexy on you.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, glancing back in the mirror. Compared to this angel behind me I was a rag doll, stitched together carelessly.

“Positive, but first…” Mark spun me around, pinning me against the cold mirror, kissing me forcefully, hands working on unbuttoning my shirt.

I gasped and pulled away. “We can’t do this; we’re in a public dressing room.”

Mark shook his shirt off along with mine, now working on my pants. “Don’t worry darling, we’ll be quiet.”

I grabbed his hands, stopping him from going any further. “Mark, no.”

He leaned forward, nipping my neck. “Why?”

It took all the strength I had not to moan and give in to Mark’s every whim, but I persevered. “Stop, just stop. I’m tired of just having sex. It’s not right when you don’t put feeling behind it and when you don’t love me…”

Tears were trickling down my face as Mark stood there, shocked. “Jack what do you mean? Of course I love you.”

I looked down, ashamed that I had said anything. “No you don’t! You never tell me that you love me unless after we’ve had sex. You only love the sex, not me!” I broke down, sobbing wretchedly, hiccupping for air. “I was so stupid; I let myself fall again, straight down to rock bottom.”

Mark pulled me into his arms, the ones I spent most of my nights in, my nightmares being chased away. “Jack…listen to me, I love you more than my own life, and I would die for you.”

“Then how come you never say so?”

“Just because I don’t say so doesn’t mean that I don’t love you! Silly, you are my life. If you want me to I will say it every second of every minute of every hour of everyday if that’s what it takes. You are my life now, and I want to keep it that way.”

I gazed up at my savoir. He’s done so much for me. Mark was caring, kind, friendly, and funny. I…I…I loved this man. As I leaned up kissing him I murmured, “I love you…”

He kissed back, dragging his hand through my shaggy black hair, saying, “I love you too, so much that it should be a crime.”

His hand shifted down to my pants, unbuttoning them and allowing them to fall down to the floor. He spun me around, allowing me to see myself in the mirror. “You’re so beautiful.”

I flushed and spun back around, furiously working on Mark’s pants. “It’s so hard to deny anything from you.”

We got his pants down and our boxers off. Mark pressed up against me, his lithe body gleaming with sweat. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

No lubrication today, I was going to have hell to pay tomorrow. I arched against Mark, moaning when I could feel him press into me, his hard length penetrating me.

He whispered in my ear, hand moving in front of me, pumping my dick slowly. “You love it like this don’t you?”

I groaned, my head falling back, “Yes…”

He pushed all the way into me, gasping as I pushed back, sheathing him fully in me. Then he pulled back and slammed into me, sending stars in front of my eyes. I gripped the mirror and pushed back as he slammed forward once more, hitting my prostate; I cried out, feeling the effects of no lubrication.

He kissed my neck, mumbling, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you later.” He gripped me, pumping frantically about to cum right along with me.

I must’ve forgotten what Mark had said about being quiet because with one final thrust I screamed his name and all but exploded.

Mark came shortly after me, slamming both of us into the mirror. The mirror then shattered, raining pieces down onto us. As the manager barged in Mark covered us.

“What are you two doing damaging store property?!” he screamed.

Mark smirked, resting his hand on my hip, “Obviously having a little fun.”

“Well get dressed and take your fun elsewhere!”

The manager slammed the door, leaving Mark and I there in our naked glory. Mark dressed me slowly in the tux, trying not to hurt me. He then put a random tux on, seeing as we destroyed his.

“We can’t do this Mark, it’s stealing!”

“Why of course we can, we damaged them.”

He pulled me up and I winced. There was no way I was going to be able to walk tomorrow. “Sheesh, let’s get going before he comes back.”

Mark and I walked/hobbled out the store, heading towards the restaurant. “I think we’re going to be late.” I said pointedly.

Mark laughed and pulled me close. “Who cares? I have you, this I can take a lifetime to enjoy.”

I smiled and continued walking, enjoying my lover’s company. “Love you…”