Alone...

Trent smiled.
"And I like you..." He rested his head on Mark's shoulder.

"Feel better than you did when I picked you up?" Mark rubbed his back lightly.

"Much." Until Mark said that, he'd reminded him of why he'd been crying in the first place...

Mark sighed and pushed him back before kissing his cheek. "Sorry about that."

Trent gave a half hearted smile.
"Hey, you're helping. Nothing to be sorry for."

"How about I help a little bit more." Mark pecked his lips sweetly.

Trent blinked a few times, letting a hand come up to brush over his lips. Eventually, he smiled wide at Mark.
"You can help all you want..."

Mark once again busted out laughing before letting his lips find Trents again.

Trent melted into the kiss, his hands clitching onto Mark's shoulders for support.

Mark pulled back and smiled at him. "Yeah, im going to take good care of you."

"I bet you will." Trent smiled softly as he wrapped his arms around Mark's neck.

"You had better believe I will." Mark rested his hands on Trent's hips.

Trent tentatively leaned up and pressed his lips to Mark's again with his arms still around Mark's neck.

Mark kissed back, shooting Glen and Michael the finger behind Trents back beause the knew they were staring.

Trent smirked against Mark's lips as he reached up and clasped Mark's hand in his own.

"Okay you two, this is a boat. When we get home you two can go fuck but now we fish." Glen stopped the boat.

The blood rushed through Trent's cheeks again as he let go of Mark's hand and pulled away.

Mark glared at Glen.
"I will throw you both off this boat, and drive away and then me and Trent will do whatever the hell we want."
Glen nodded.
"Proceed."

Trent smiled as he turned away from Glen. He felt so uncomfortable.

Mark baited a fishing pole and riged it for Trent and then did the same to his own. He gave Trent his before casting.

Trent did the same, feeling sort of out of place. These men were obviously more experienced than he was at this.

As they fished, the man talked and poked fun at eachother, mark put a worm on Michael's shoulder and he screamed and flopped around like the fish he was trying to catch. They were having a good time.

Trent stayed pretty quiet most of the time. Other than when he'd laugh at the other men.

Mark was the first to catch anything, he caught a hammer head shark. The thought about keeping it just to see if it could be eaten and for the jaws but Mark didn't wanna get Trent hurt so he decided against it and let it go.

"Why'd ya let it go?" Trent asked curiously as soemthing tugged on his line.