A Knock Emitted From The Door, Making Mark Sigh. "My Friends Are Here." He Said, Running Down The Stairs And Opening The Door. It Was The Guys. "Hey, Guys!" Mark Exclaimed, Ushering The Guys Inside. "Mark!" Jack Yelled, Almost Tripping When He Ran Downstairs. Ken Looked At Jack, "What's Clover Doing Here?" He Asked. "He Was Hurt, Abused, And Kicked Out." Mark Explained, Ken Nodded. "I'm Sorry.... Uh, What's His Name, Mark?" He Asked, "It's Seán. But He Likes To Be Called Jack." The Red Haired Man Walked Over To Him, Petting His Hair. "Nice To Meet You, Jack." Yami Extended His Hand, Shaking Jack's. The Irishman Smiled Weakly And Greeted Felix, "You Look FABULOUS!" The Swedish Male Yelled. "Thanks..." He Mumbled, Cry Shook His Hand. "Hi, I'm Cryaotic. Call Me Cry." Cry Smiled Under His Mask, Making Jack Smile As Well. "Ya Know, Mark. He's A Really Nice Guy!" Ken Said, "He's A Real Cutie!" Mark Pinched Jack's Cheek. Jack Flinched And Got Out Of The Older Man's Grip. Mark Pouted And Picked Him Up, Swinging The Young Male Around. "So, You Guys Wanna Do Something?" Mark Asked, Shrugging His Shoulders. Jack Tugged At His Shirt Collar, Acting Very Shy Around The Guys. He Looked Away And Twiddled His Fingers, Blushing. "Jacky... You Don't Have To Be Shy!" Mark Laughed, The Irishman Turned Around And Clung To Mark's Arm. "I'm Sorry..." Jack Buried His Head Into Mark's Chest, Making The Taller Man Pat His Head. "It's Okay." Mark Answered, Making Jack Smile. Cry Tapped Mark's Shoulder And Ushered Both To The Sofa, Both Males Sat On The Floor. They Talked For A Bit And Cracked Jokes, And Jack Loved It. He Had Never Heard Any Jokes Before! Jack Giggled Softly And Covered His Mouth, Mark Looked At Him And Played With His Hair, Before The Guys Said Goodbye And Left. The Older Male Placed Jack Down On The Couch And Sat With Him. The Small Male Began Lying On Mark's Lap, Yawning. Mark Sighed As Jack Began Sleeping Soundly And Fidgeting Every So Often. The Half-Korean Then Felt Jack Get Off Of His Lap, Pulling Off His Jeans And Sweater. The Irishman Began Sliding A Hand Into His Briefs, Moaning Softly. "Jack...?" Mark Asked, Jack Snapped Out Of It. "I'm Sorry!" The Smaller Male Squealed, Slipping His Clothes On. Mark Sighed, "Jack, You're Not A Stripper Anymore. And I Know You Were One Probably At Age Twenty-Three." He Said, Placing A Hand On Jack's Shoulder. "I'm Not Your Boss, Jack... Even Though I May Look Like One, I'm Not Your Boss And You Don't Have To Worry." Mark Smiled, "I Brought You In Because You're Sweet And Kind, And You Never Deserved To Be In There. Sucking Men Dry And Eating Semen Out Of A Tablespoon." Mark Kissed Jack's Forehead, Making The Smaller Male Blush. Jack Sighed, Resting His Head In Mark's Lap Again.