It was a huge burden. Even right now he felt like he had been attacked with a little too much. And yet this sweet person had thought of him and had tried to rescue him.
High stared at Mark unable to doubt his conviction, unable to doubt his story. The pain in his big eyes told a story more lonely and sad than he could ever find words for. And suddenly High realized just how much of a jerk he had been at the lake back there. Mark had put his life in danger to help him out when he saw him in the water.
Mark knelt on the floor and looked up at him. His cute chubbier cheeks flushed red, his eyes were swollen and almost matched the shade of his cheeks perfectly. His long lashes sparkled with specks of tears that hadn’t had a chance to run down his face and onto his puffy swollen and bitten lips.
He was so adorable and cute, High thought he was being attacked. He had never wanted to help someone so much in his life.
High wanted to grab him and hold him tight. High bent down on his knees beside him and placed his hand gently on Mark’s shoulder to comfort him as the tears continued to spill down his cheek.
Mark clung to him desperately.
He had this urge to pinch his cheeks, to wrap him in his arms to save this person who was hurting all alone.
Instead, he sighed, reached down and pulled on Mark’s thin reddish pink sweater, the sweater stretched out covering Mark’s hand then hanging limply. It exposed Mark’s right shoulder and collar, but High ignored it, instead picking the hanging sweater up and covering his own hand with the outside of the sweater.
He looked at Mark with a smile before reaching up and placing his hand onto Mark’s face. Mark’s arm lifted at the same time and High tried not to think about how close they were, how the only thing between them was Mark’s sweater. He smiled and cupped Mark’s small face in his covered hand.
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Mark blinked up at him in awe, as if the very gesture was so foreign to him. His face cracked into a relieved and heartbreaking smile and he pushed his cheek into the caress even harder.
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“But your health is very important, okay. And for that you should go shower okay. I think it is important to get clean and warmed up so we don’t catch colds. Alright, for now lets do that.”
“So you are going to let go.” Mark said looking absolutely heartbroken. Newly formed tears growing thick in the corners of his eyes.
“We shouldn’t do anything irrational.” I rationalized, hoping telling him this information would tell my own body to behave itself.
“Okay.”
“Shower then you can go to bed and then I will get out of your hair and head home.”
High reluctantly let go of the sweater and Mark’s arm fell to his side deflating. Mark looked absolutely crushed and it took every ounce of self control to pat Mark gently on the head then turn to walk away.
But Mark really slowly, still shaking, reached out and wrapped his arms around High’s legs, then pulled him in for a hug refusing to let go of him. High looked down at the puddle of a kid that was sitting on the floor clinging to him desperately.
Mark started sobbing.
“Hey, hey, hey, why are you crying again? It’s okay, it’s alright.” High pet his hair softly, not sure what he had done to make him shatter. He tried to pull away, but Mark clung even harder when he felt the movement.
“Please, just one more?” Mark said, muffled by High’s pants.
“When I say anyone I mean that right now holding your hand is the first time in my life since I was five, not even my mom, dad and baby sister. They tried once, but it hurt so bad it was only seconds and it hurt for so long after. It hurt like I was being shocked by hundreds of thousands of bolts of fire.”
“It hurts so much it makes me cry. But I have to touch them or it will hurt their feelings, I have to touch people sometimes and I feel like I am being stabbed by a million small knives, my skin swells up and turns red like blistering with inflammation, it makes me want to throw up. And if it’s for too long, I have even fainted for hours before.”
“But you touched me. And I got shivers. It didn’t hurt… It felt nice. It felt soft and warm…”
“It feels better the longer you hold me for. So, please don’t let go.” Mark begged.
High looked worried the more Mark babbled.
Mark rushed to stand up, then threw his arms back around High stubbornly before High could even get a step back.
“I could make you feel like you are getting stabbed or electrocuted?” High’s mouth dropped, alarmed that Mark would even take the risk. High pulled Mark’s arms from around him, but Mark fought stubbornly jutting out his chin cutely and wrapping them even tighter.
“I mean it, it really doesn’t hurt right now!” Mark said, staring into his eyes, then seemed to fumble a little as he felt more shy and vulnerable.
“I like it.”
“It makes me want more… So, please… Can you touch more than my hand?”
“I just want to see if I can.”
“I want to see if it will hurt, or find out how much I can handle before it hurts again. I want to know all of these things. Please, please help me find out.” He pouted, begging him with his eyes, his hands refusing to leave High’s clothing. High groaned.
‘How could he do anything when Mark is staring deeply at him right now?’ He wanted to squish the chubby cheeks on the adorably handsome face in front of him.
High swallowed hard and stared at Mark before he slowly reached out and ran his arm up Mark’s arm very gently, his fingertips barely grazing his flesh.
“Is this okay?”
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