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Secret Admirer

Title: Secret Admirer
Author: crystal_yb
Pairing: Mark/Tom
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It's Valentine's Day and Mark has a secret admirer.
Warning: obviously boy/boy
Disclaimer: I doubt this happened.
A/N: So I noticed I haven't written in awhile so since it was Valentine's Day a week ago, I decided to write some fic. Hopefully you enjoy reading this. And maybe I'll try to write some more Mark/Tom. Oh, this fic is written where Mark and Tom are not married to Skye and Jen.


Happy Valentine's Day!
~Your Secret Admirer


Mark shrugged at the letter he picked up off his porch and tossed it onto a pile on his desk. "Must be one of the fans," he said to himself. Mark searched for his car keys, finally realizing that it is Valentine's Day and he doesn't have anything for his girlfriend. Once he found his keys, he picked up his wallet and headed out to the car. "What should I get her?" he asked himself, "Chocolates? Flowers? Jewelry?" He was about to start the car when he noticed a post-it note on the steering wheel.

I love you!
~Your Secret Admirer


Mark furrowed his eyebrows. 'How did someone put this here?' Mark just shrugged it off and put the note in his pocket. What? He thought it was cute... And the handwriting kind of seemed familiar. But Mark just thought he must be mistaking.

When he finally reached the mall, he went straight for the jewelry store. He decided he was gonna buy Skye a nice necklace. But before he was able to get inside the store, his phone started buzzing. Mark raised his eyebrows in amusement and because he was a little creeped out as he read the text message.

Hot Stuff!
~Your Secret Admirer


'This is getting kind of weird,' Mark thought to himself. 'How is this person finding my phone number?' He put his phone away, wanting to buy Skye's Valentine's gift now and worry about the text message later. Mark walked into the jewelry store to see Tom talking to one of the clerks. "Hey Tom!" Mark called out to his best friend.

Tom turned around, surprise on his face, he glanced back at the clerk for a second then turned back to Mark, giving him a big smile. "Hey man, what's up?"

"Hey dude! Nothing much. Just getting Skye something for today. What're you up to?" Mark replied, looking at all the silver and gold jewelry in the glass cases.

"Me? Not really anything. Just, you know, uh getting shit ready for Valentine's day," Tom shrugged, starting to walk out the store. "Hey, I gotta go. Talk to you later?"

Mark looked up from the shiny necklaces to look at Tom. He was a bit fidgety but maybe he was just nervous for whatever he was doing for Jen or maybe he just drank a lot of soda. Mark nodded and answered, "Yeah man. You can take me out to dinner and propose to me with a diamond ring and shit."

Tom laughed nervously along with Mark's loud chuckle and just left after saying, "Cool."

'Tom's acting weird,' Mark thought to himself. Just as he was about to call one of the clerks over, the clerk that Tom was talking to handed him a piece of paper. "What's this?" Mark asked.

"Someone left this for you," the clerk answered.

Mark raised his eyebrows as he took the paper from the clerk and read what was written on it.

XOXO
~Your Secret Admirer


"Who left it for me?" Mark asked as he flipped the note over, looking for anything that would help him figure out who this Secret Admirer is.

"I'm sorry sir but I was told to say that it was someone that left it for you," he replied.

Mark, frustrated with how this person would know where he was going, left the jewelry store without buying Skye anything and went straight to his house. When he got home, he went into his room where he found the note he got from his secret admirer this morning. "Let's see if I can figure out who wrote this," Mark said quietly to himself as he took the note from his car and the note from the store out of his pocket. He laid all three notes out on his desk. The messy scrawl looked familiar but he couldn't place his mind on who's it looked like. "The way they write their t's look a lot like..." but Mark couldn't finish his thought as his phone started buzzing. He flipped it open... and the caller ID was unknown. Mark answered it, "Hello? Who's this?"

"Hey Mark! It's me Tom. Did you delete me from your phone book or something?" a happy Tom replied with a laugh.

"No, it just showed that the caller ID was unknown.. but I have you in my phone," Mark answered, thinking back to the text message he got earlier today.

"Oh, I thought I..," Tom started but cut himself off.

"What? You thought you what?" Mark asked, getting kind of suspicious. 'But why would I be suspicious of Tom?' Mark thought to himself.

"Nothing.. Hey dude wanna come over and hang out or something?" Tom asked, giving a nervous laugh.

"Uh sure. There's something I wanna tell you about anyways," Mark said, stuffing the love notes into his pocket, planning on showing them to Tom to see what he thinks about them.

~

Mark walked into Tom's house, a sweet smell flowing in the air. "Tom? Where are you man?"

"I'm in the kitchen!" Tom yelled to Mark.

Mark walked to the kitchen to find Tom in a pink apron, taking something out of the oven. "What the fuck are you doing?" Mark asked, bursting into a fit of laughter.

"I was baking a cake," Tom answered calmly, putting the chocolate cake on top of the counter.

"Jen whooped you real good today, didn't she? What'd you do to make her mad this time?" Mark chuckled as he walked over to the cake, reaching his hand out to take a piece.

Tom swatted his hand away as he said, "Actually, I was baking this for you to eat but if you're just gonna laugh at me, I guess I'll go give it to Jen." Tom huffed as he pushed Mark away from the cake as he got the icing out.

"You were making it for me?" Mark asked, moving back next to Tom.

Tom glanced to look at Mark then back to the cake, icing it carefully as he answered, "Yes."

Mark watched silently as Tom finished up the icing. 'Tom looks kind of cute when he's all concentrating...woah what the hell am I thinking? That was pretty gay Mark.' Mark thought to himself as he coughed nervously.

Tom looked at Mark with concern as he asked, "You okay?"

"Huh? Yeah. Just, looking at you in that pink apron thing makes you look like some hot chick," Mark said.

"What?" Tom asked as his face showed a light blush. He looked away and laughed quietly, "Fucker."

Mark, realizing what he just said, laughed along with Tom and said, "I'm gonna go to the living room and uh yeah." Mark turned around to head out the kitchen but Tom placed his hand on Mark's shoulder to stop him.

"Wait, I'm almost done," Tom said as he pulled Mark back next to him.

Mark smiled, getting a warm feeling in his stomach from Tom's touch. 'This is weird. Why are we acting so weird today?' Mark thought as he watched Tom put some sprinkles on the cake.

Tom smiled to himself. He liked being close to Mark like this. He liked feeling the warmth radiating from his body. It felt nice. "Hey, can you get the forks out from the drawer?" he asked Mark, smiling brightly at him.

"Yeah sure," Mark replied as he slowly left Tom's side to go over to the drawer. Then he remembered the notes in his pocket. "Hey dude, look at what I got today," Mark said as he walked back to Tom with two forks in his hands. He showed Tom the notes and watched as Tom's face turned a little red.

Tom laughed quietly as he said, "That reminds me." He carried the cake into the living room quietly, Mark followed closely behind, and placed it on top of the coffee table. Tom took his apron off and said, "Sit here and wait a sec, alright?"

Mark watched as Tom ran back to the kitchen.

Tom walked back into the living room with a piece of paper in his hand. "Here," he said as he sat down next to Mark on the couch and handed him the paper.

"Be Mine ~Your Secret Admirer," Mark read aloud. Mark looked over at Tom and asked, "Where'd you find this at?"

Tom was glad that Mark didn't see the blush on his cheeks as he replied, "Find?"

"Yeah," Mark answered, "Where'd you find this? I've been getting these notes today and I don't know how this person knows where I'm at and stuff." Mark laid out all the written notes he recieved that day on the coffee table. "Look at these," he looked at Tom who was staring right at him.

Tom quickly looked down at the coffee table and laughed. "You kept them all?" he asked quietly.

Mark looked at Tom and said, "Yeah. I wanted to figure out who it was." He picked up one of the notes and said, "The way they write their t's look kind of like..." He trailed off. 'How can it be Tom though?' he thought to himself.

"Like what?" Tom asked, eager to get the answer out of Mark.

Mark hesitated but finally said quietly, "Like your handwriting," Mark glanced at Tom who was just looking at him, his blush noticeable now. Mark looked away and said, "But it can't be you, can it?" He faked a laugh.

"It can be," Tom answered quietly, not looking away from Mark.

"But is it?" Mark asked, he didn't know why but he was scared. Scared that the answer might be yes. And scared that the answer might be no. He didn't know which he was more afraid of.

Tom scooted closer to Mark on the couch. Their knees almost touching. His heart was pounding so loudly, that maybe even Mark could hear it. He took a deep breath, he looked at Mark and asked, "Do you want it to be?"

Mark felt his face heat up as he searched for any sign in Tom's eyes that this might be a sick joke that he was playing on him. But as he continued to stay silent, he noticed that Tom's eyes slowly turned from hopeful to rejected. But before Tom could turn his head away, Mark whispered, "Yeah." Mark wrapped his arms around Tom as he said again, "Yes. Please."

Tom hugged Mark back and smiled, pressing his face into Mark's neck. "Well then," he whispered, "Will you be my Valentine?" He felt Mark's laughter from his stomach and couldn't help but laugh along.

Mark pulled away from Tom and held his face in his hands. He leaned in close to Mark's face and answered, "Yes, I will be your Valentine."

They both smiled brightly at each other.

Mark couldn't help but glance a couple times at Tom's lips. "Hey," Mark finally said, "I kind of wanted to try this for a long time."

"Try wh-" Tom couldn't finish his sentence as his lips were connected with Mark's.

Mark moved his lips over Tom's slowly, waiting for Tom to respond.

Tom, finally realizing what was going on, moved his lips with Mark's. He couldn't help but moan quietly when Mark shoved his tongue into his mouth. Tom could feel the smile on Mark's lips as they kissed.

When they finally parted their lips, Mark said, "Happy Valentine's Day Tom."

They both smiled, their stomachs doing flips. They both realized that they got something they didn't realize they wanted; each other.

Tom smirked and asked, "Can we try that again?" He leaned his face close to Mark's face and captured his lips with his before Mark could answer. Tom pulled away for a moment to childishly say, "Best Valentine's Day. Ever."

Mark couldn't help but agree.

Comments

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fleave
Mar. 11th, 2011 12:02 pm (UTC)
awwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!! this is so freakin cute XD
crystal_yb
Mar. 11th, 2011 02:19 pm (UTC)
haha thank you!
gracemonkey1000
Apr. 15th, 2011 06:36 am (UTC)
Umm...LOVE IT!!!!!!<3333333333 It's a cute lil mystery and I luv it!:3 I wish I had read this on Valentine's Day!
crystal_yb
Apr. 15th, 2011 07:32 am (UTC)
Haha thanks! I haven't written slash in a while. There aren't many people that read blink slash anymore...
gracemonkey1000
Apr. 15th, 2011 10:08 pm (UTC)
i know :(
pinkstarrypants
May. 11th, 2011 12:33 pm (UTC)
Really cute :) I love Tom/Mark - so hard to find. I <3 Blink!slash xx
crystal_yb
May. 12th, 2011 07:41 am (UTC)
Thank you! They're my favorite pairing. I hate how there isn't a lot of it out there...
walexg
Oct. 30th, 2011 08:15 am (UTC)
This is more than late but I loved this!! You should start writing this pair again! By the way I've started up a old story in the blink slash comm, check it out? :)
crystal_yb
Oct. 31st, 2011 07:26 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'll go check it out :)
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