Jack smirked and shook his head. It wasn't entirely out of nowhere...he just skipped telling Greg the steps it took to get him to that point.

"I'm sorry. I want us to be good. Let me take you to bed," he said quietly, gently pulling at Greg's shirt. "If you don't want a blowjob, that's fine. I just want...you. Close."

Mine. Jack wanted Greg's shirt off so he could see what Greg was hiding because although he was sorry for hurting him or scaring him, the marks alone made him...well, they made him a lot of things. Happy was just one.