Mark and Luke were laying on the floor for about another five minutes, when Luke decided to get ready for bed. With speaking a word, Luke stood up, and Mark followed. Luke had taken control of their legs, and with looking at each other, the pair made their way to the bathroom. Once there, Luke stopped them in front of the mirror so he could clean himself off. Mark did the same, and only once did he glance at Luke, only to see the same scowl on Luke's face, that he had on his own. As soon as Luke glanced at Mark and their eyes met, they both turned their head's away from each other.
Once they were done at the sink, Luke took a few more steps, and started to undo his jeans. He and Mark really had to use the bathroom, but after what they just went through, Luke didn't bother asking Mark if it was ok. Mark flinched, and gave Luke a dirty when he grabbed onto their dick and started to pee. It was one of the most uncomfortable feelings either one of them had had. When they were finished, Luke re-zipped his jeans, washed his hand, and brushed his teeth, the whole time ignoring Mark, who was staring off at the wall.
When Luke finished, he walked back to his bedroom. He closed the door behind them, and flicked off his light, so only the lamp was on. Luke looked around at the mess their fight had caused as he walked to his bed. He picked up the lamp that had fallen off the nightstand and put it back in place. Luke turned to look at Mark, but he still had his head turned away from Luke. Luke shook his head, and scooted onto his bed, and looked more more time at Mark, "Hey..." he said softly, "Mark... do you sleep on your front or back?"
"Back." Mark's voice was monotone, and he didn't even glance at Luke.
"Heh, figures seeing how I sleep on my front." Luke had a small smile, and lightheartedly joked, "Hope we don't get into a big fight over that too."
With that, Mark's head turned and he glared at Luke, "Ya, real funny, go ahead and laugh..." He then let themselves fall back on the mattress.
"Look..." Luke propped himself up on his elbow and looked down to Mark, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to hit you and stuff." Luke laid back down, and put his arm across his head, and his hand just barely brushed Mark's hair. "And I'm sorry for telling Max about... that. I didn't know it would bother you so much. I thought it was something we both liked..."
"I did like it." Mark confessed, "But now Max is mad at me for it."
"Mad?!" Luke sounded surprised, "He seemed more freaked out by it than anything else!"
"That because you don't know him like I do. He was mad, or at least, upset by it." Mark said quietly.
"Why?" Luke asked, "Because now you've jerked around with someone who isn't your brother?!"
Mark smiled as he turned o Luke, "Dude... to me, you've always been a brother. But to Max..." Mark took a deep breath, "You've always been something more." Luke was about to say something, but Mark put his hand in his face to stop him. "It's for him to say, not me. So please don't ask."
Luke shrugged, and let the subject drop. He reached over and turned off his lamp, leaving them in darkness. He was staring at the ceiling, trying to get comfy. "Ug, this sucks... I'll never fall asleep like this."
Mark chuckled beside Luke and put his arm across their tummy, "Guess that's a second downside to being joined."
"What was the first?"
"Being unable to walk away from each other during a fight!" Mark laughed and gently pushed towards Luke's side.