17 Again
Title: It's Complicated

Pairing: Mark/Stan

Rating: PG-13 for this chapter.

Summary: Minutes earlier, he'd just wanted to kick Stan's ass for hurting his daughter. But now, he wanted to do other things to that boys ass, that were completely illegal even to think about! Mark/Stan. M/M BoyxBoy meaning SLASH. If you are uncomfortable with this kind of thing then you have been warned.. (:

Warnings: Gay, slash. Use of swearing.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, no money is being made from this. Simply entertainment puposes only!

A/N: My first ever 17 Again fanfiction, and the reason I even wrote one was because the other day 17 Again was on T.V and I was thinking about how hot Hunter Parrish (Stan) and Zac Efron (Mark) would look.. doing the naughtys;) So.. here we are, this is only the first chapter, merely a tease. I hope it's not a bad read and that you thoroughly enjoy it, you perverts;) 3

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Chapter One

"If you ever try to touch Maggie again, Stan, I will hurt you." Mark threatend, one hand fisted into Stans white t-shirt and the other resting on the wall which Mark had Stan pushed up against.

"Is that a promise?" Stan question with a wicked smirk on his lips, pushing his hips teasingly forward. Mark didn't know whether Stan was messing around or being serious, but to be honest, he didn't really give a fuck.

Mark didn't answer back though, just smiled disapprovingly and released Stan from his tip-toes against the hard brick wall, behind the school away from unwanted eyes. He heard the bell ring for next class but none of them made a move to leave.

He watched as Stan staggered a few steps toward him, his smile still resting on his lips. Mark didn't know what to expect from Stan, thought that maybe he was gonna' start a fight. So he readied himself for a swing, though Stan always managed to kick his ass, he'd at least be ready this time.

But instead, Stan rested one of his hands on Mark's shoulder whilst the other rested against the side of his neck, he could feel Stan's fingers lightly playing with a few strands of his hair. Unconciously leaning in to Stan's gentle touch, Mark eyed him suspiciously.

His blue eyes were full of excitement and that damn smile was even wider, showing his perfect hollywood set of teeth. His blond hair was tousled and for some reason, Mark wanted to mess it up even more. But he dismissed that thought as quickly as it had come.

Stan's mouth was right by Mark's ear now, his hot breath ghosted across his skin which sent a tingle of pleasure shiver down his spine.

Fuck.

"What are you doing?" Mark managed, even if only a scratchy whisper was all he could muster up for a voice. Mark's eyes were closed now, all rational thoughts had pretty much flown the coop. Stan turned his head so his lips brushed against the deilicate skin on Mark's neck. A content sigh escaped from Mark's lips.

"What do you want me to do?" Stan returned the scratchy whisper with a hint of lust and excitement. Mark swallowed, hard, and tried to think of some sort of answer that didn't involve.. well, inappropriate words. After all, Stan is only a high school student, this is a very wrong situation.

Yeah, Mark -Mike- looks like he's seventeen.. But really he's a 37 year old man. And this is very illegal.. He should stop. Now.

But oh god that mouth..Oh fuck. I'm a pervert.

Stan was sucking on Mark's ear lobe like it was a piece of chocolate, making quiet, sinful noises that made Mark's thoughts that little bit more cloudier. His mouth moved down to kiss along the length of Mark's jaw line, before continuing down the side of Mark's neck.

Every now and again Stan would stop, biting on a particular spot that caused Mark to suck in a sharp breath to stop from moaning. Mark knew he had to push Stan away, that he should be disgusted with himself, and yeah, he will be.. when he can think straight again.

The hand that had been playing with strands of Mark's hair, was now full of a fistful of the brunette locks, pulling Mark's head to the side. And the hand that had been resting on Mark's shoulder was now trailing down Mark's arm and across his stomach until eventually resting against Mark's hip, pulling him in toward the blonds body.

"Stan, stop." Regaining some kind of control of his mind, Mark forced both his hands against the blond teenagers body, pushing them apart from each other. Stan pulled his head back in confusion, but his hands stayed where they were. Mark gently grabbed the hand that was fisted in his hair and pulled, Stan unwillingly let go and his hand slid down Mark's back.

Mark took a step back, putting some distance between them both in order to think clearly. He thought about what to tell Stan, he obviously couldn't tell him that he was a 37 year old man in a seventeen year olds body. Stan would think he was crazy, and even though that would probably stop him from trying to come on to him again.. look he just didn't want to tell him that. It has nothing to do with the fact that perhaps Mark -Mike- has taken some sort of an attraction to the blond haired ass-hat teenager standing not a few inches from him.

Oh god I really am a pervert.

"We, uh, can't do this. I can't do this. Whatever this is.." Mark motioned between them both as he spoke. He watched as Stan gazed at him with glazed over eyes, still obviously a little ruffled from the situation. Mark couldn't help his wandering eyes as they travelled down his torso, down the white baggy t-shirt he wore, to the baggy jeans that hung low on his hips.

Fuck he's so hot. God what I would do to that boy.

BOY yes boy, Jeez Mike. What are you, a child molester? Get a hold of yourself.

The same thoughts ran around his head for quite a while as he waited for Stan to reply, and when he eventually did, he almost was too lost staring at his body to notice.

"Why? From the noises I heard, I'd say you were enjoying my mouth." Mark's eyes flashed back up to Stan's face, finding a smug smile playing on his lush pink lips.

"What? That has nothing to do with why I can't do whatever we're doing now.. It's not that I didn't enjoy it, because fuck, I really did." A little too much, actually.. "It's complicated, Stan."

The smug smile stayed intact but Stan's brows furrowed slightly, creasing his forehead in confusion. "Tell me what it is then. I mean you're clearly not straight." Stan's tone was matter-of-factly, and even if Mark -Mike- would like to disagree, really, he couldn't.

"Look, I just can't. I'm sorry. We need to get to class." Mark made for an exit, brushing past Stan in the direction of his class hoping to escape anymore questions. He just really couldn't answer them and he wasn't in the mood to make up some stupid believable lie. He wanted Stan more than he wanted Scarlett, now. Minutes earlier, he'd just wanted to kick Stan's ass for hurting his daughter. But now, he wanted to do other things to that boys ass, that were completely illegal even to think about!

And so he would stop thinking about it. Or at the least.. he would try. So far, he was unsuccessful. Shit.

A/N: Hey so I hope you enjoyed! If you feel the need.. comment/review! (Please) ;)

And read on to the next chapter... - ;)