Chapter 19

Gary's POV

"Gaaaz!" Mark calls from the bottom of the stairs causing me to wake up. Jeez it's 5:30 in the afternoon! Quickly i get of bed putting some jeans on.
"Babe? Are you ok?" I walk down the stairs buttoning up my shirt. "Babe??"
Once i reach the bottom of the stairs Mark appears holding a newspaper. "We made front page..." He holds the paper in front of me. On the front cover it shows me and Mark kissing in and airport. "Love rat Mark Owen cheats on wife with bestfriend." I shake my head angrily. "What a load of fucking bull! Who the hell do they think they are saying shit which isn't true!"
Mark looks down. "I deserve this..."
"No Mark no you don't! It's not true! You didn't cheat and so what if we're in love! It has fuck all to do with anybody stupid money grabbers i'm gonna sue!" I go to walk up stairs gripping to the paper.
"Gaz.. don't... the whole world would of seen this already... what's the point ay..." He sighs and walks to the kitchen.
Instantly i feel bad seeing Mark like this. He's such a nice man he'd never hurt anyone yet he's been made to look bad. "Babe... come on... i'm sorry... i shouldn't of kissed you..."
"Don't be silly..." He runs his hand through his hair. "Gaz...?"
I walk to him in the kitchen. "Yes?"
"Can...can i have a hug? Please?" Mark's eyes start to get a little red from the tears burning in his eyes.
My arms stretch out around him. "Hey you... you don't need to ask for a hug..." I kiss his forehead pulling him closer against my chest.
"I know... i just.. i don't know..."
"Sssh.. it's ok...i'll cook us dinner tonight... make it special just the two of us, yeah?" I pull away a little moving his fringe from his eyes.
"Sounds good... maybe we could have a bit of wine with it..." Gently he kisses me on the lips.
I answer his kiss and raise my eyebrow a little. "Erm... maybe you shouldn't be drinking mate..."
"Only a glass... i've been good for the past year.. plus i wont be alone... right..." He kisses me more into my neck which causes me to let out a moan.
"Er...o...ok..." It felt like he was hypnotising me with his kisses.

Mark's hands run down my back and up under my shirt stroking my bare back with his finger tips. It starts to feel hot. Very hot. The kisses against my neck turn into soft bites and sucks slowly driving me mad. "Like that babe...?" He whispers against the spot where he sucked feeling his hot breath make contact with my slightly wet neck.
"Uh huh..." My voice sounds hoarse feeling his hand tug at the button of my jeans, and his hand searching down them like he's looking for something... i know exactly what for.
"God...the things you do to me Gary Barlow..." Mark groans a little whilst stroking inside my boxers.
My breathing starts to increase whilst his hand does wonders on my length. "Let's...g..go..up..."
"No... i want to do you here...... and now....." He rips open my shirt. I wasn't expecting that, but it sure was fucking hot!

A soft smirk forms at the corners of his mouth whilst he guides me to the living room to the sofa where it's comfier. Softly he pushes me backwards, so i sit onto it. He crawls onto my lap kissing my bare chest. "Oooh...Mark...."
"You're....gorgeous...so...gorgeous..." He speaks during kisses. Without wasting anymore time he pulls down my jeans and boxers allowing my hardened self to spring free. "Fuck..."
"Lay flat Gaz...." Mark partly grunts whilst he starts to remove his trousers. I do as he says making myself comfy watching him sort himself out before getting back on top of me. Slowly he undoes a condom from his wallet and rolls it onto his rock hard self his eyes not leaving mine.
"I want you..." My arms wrap around the back of his neck pulling him down to my lips for a deep kiss.
The kiss deepens, as he finally pushes inside of me making me bite down onto his lip i'm sure i fetched blood.

"Yes....oh yes Mark!" I stratch my nails into his back feeling his thrusts starting increase. My legs wrap around his waist allowing him more entrance to completely drive me inside. He's so talented at many things including sex.
"Mmmm...you feel so good Gaz...come for me..." He bites against my neck instantly speeding up pushing deeper into me. I feel like i'm going to explode any second. I try and hold it in as much as possible squeezing his back and sofa.
"Good god..." I mutter grunting louder. "I...I'm..." I frown my eyebrows feeling Mark partly pull out then slam back into me. "FUCK! Mark....." It was impossible to hold back much longer. Finally i let go calling out his name. "MAAARKKK!!"
It wasn't long until Mark finally reached his limit too. "Fuck... GAAAZZ!" He shouts collapsing against my sweating chest.

An hour later i start to prepare dinner for tonight. "I'll go to the shop babe you do the vegetables?" I go into the fridge getting out some fresh vegetables.
"Nah it's fine i'll go. You've only got your boxers on you'll get arrested." Mark winks at me.
I roll my eyes playfully. "Obviously i'll get changed you daft sod."
Mark laughs. "Yeah yeah... no it's fine honest i've got some things to fetch anyways. What wine should i get? Red?"
I still don't like the idea of Mark going to bring wine which he'll be drinking too. "Erh...yeah sure."
"See you later babe." He kisses my cheek and leaves.

Mark's POV

I can't wait to get home and crack open this wine i think to myself whilst looking into the shopping bag at it. It's almost calling my name! It's been too long and it'll help my stress anyway..softly i bite my lip looking at it. A small swing walking home wouldn't hurt right? My hand slowly snakes into the bag gripping the top of the wine bottle. I can already taste it. Before i pull it out i get stopped in my tracks by the sound of chatter behind me. Great. "Isn't that Mark Owen?" The voices whisper. "Ooooh the gay one??" They laugh. Who the fuck are they now?! "He goes on with the fat one."
No. Seriously no i'm not having that. "Excuse me?!" I turn around to find two younger males who were a lot taller and bigger than me. I don't care.
"S'up with you old man?" One of them laughs looking at me.
I shake my head a little. "Got something you want to say? Acting like childish pricks."
"Oh yeah... what's it got to do with you then?" They smirk at one another. I can't stand people like this starting on people for no reason fucking idiots.
"Ermm it has seeing as you've got nothing better to do with your lives, but make people's lives a misery, and so what me and Gary are gay it has nothing to do with anyone! So take your pathetic little lives so scurry back to which ever scummy little place you came from." I continue to walk home. Stupid twats who do they think they are? Trying to look hard. Hard?! Bet they can't even get an erection. I laugh to myself. Footsteps begin to sound behind me. I roll my eyes. "Will you two just fu-" My sentence doesn't get finished instead i feel myself make hard contact with the floor. A loud smash falls to the floor the same i do. "AAAh fuck!!" I hold my arm feeling a sicking pain shoot through my whole body.
"Get his wallet." The same voices speak feeling hands touch around my waist area.
I try the best i could to kick my legs trying to get them off me, but it doesn't work the pain in my arm over takes. "Get off! Get off me!!"
"Got it!" One of them laughs taking my wallet from my left trouser pocket. Anger powers inside my body whilst i climb to my feet.
"You fucking twats!" I pull my other arm back smashing my fist against one of the males jaw causing him to fall to the floor. "That's what you g-" A sharp pain in my stomach stops my speech. A sharp ripping pain in my stomach. My hand instantly grips my stomach whilst my eyes slowly look down to that area. A knife. The other one had used a knife on me. Unable to speak i fall to the floor in complete shock holding my wound.
"Oh shit! Mate come on!" He drags his mate from the floor and run away leaving me lying on the cold pavement. A few tears leave my eyes the pain overtakes my body. I've been stabbed...and mugged...now left for dead. I'm not going to survive this.... With the last remaining strength i get my phone from my pocket and press the button to ring the last person who i rang. Gary.

My head rest on the stoned road. My hand completely covered in blood. Dripping even. The phone rings a couple of times then i hear Gary's voice. It sounds like an angels... i guess that's what it'll be like in heaven... if i get there... "Hello Mark? Are you almost home? Dinners ready."
Still unable to speak i try and whisper, but no words come out. "G..." Is all i can manage. More pain in my stomach making my eyes begin to close. I'm dying. I know i am.
"Mark? Babe are you ok?" Gary asks concerned.
More tears leave my eyes whilst i just lay there my version starting to get blurred almost like i'm starting to fall asleep. "Mark??? Please answer me??"
"G...G...G...a...az..." It pains me to speak. I see blood beside me making me feel even more sick.
"Yes?? Mark i'm here what's wrong???" Gary's voice speaks in a worried tone.
My breathing starts to become slower. I need to tell him. I need to tell him before it's too late. "I...I..I...Lo...ve..y...o...you..." My eyes finally close too heavy to keep them open any longer.