Important! Author note:
So I had been suffering from writers block for a while, and I am slowly recovering from it. I decided to write a story on paper and post it on fanfiction for the respective people: Markiplier and Jacksepticeye. I do not own them and any character involved (ofcourse), plot only. I ship Sean and Mark, but I do respect the relationship that Sean (aka Jack) has with Signe (Jack's girlfriend in case you did not know.)
To anyone who reads this story, I hope you have fun reading it as how I have put my passion, effort and respect in it. I'm not a native English speaker so if I made any mistakes I wouldn't mind if you pointed out where I made one. Thank you!
It's written in both switching 3rd person Jack/Mark POV. You'll somewhat notice, I hope, when that happens. Also, the story has a depressing vibe to it. If you are unable to handle depressing things for that matter, then.. well.. I'm sorry. There are happy moments in it though!
To anyone who is not familiar with 'yaoi', do not judge a book by its cover. There will be smutty/graphical scenes in it and I shall not warn you when it starts. But, it will not be too excessive, I guess. Heh. I haven't really attempted to write anything too smutty yet.
I originally intended for this story to be a massive one shot, but I believe that I want to make another chapter after this one. We'll see, if you guys enjoy so.
Have fun reading!
"Toppa da morning to you ladies; my name is Jacksepticeye and welcome to me, and my silly friend, Mark- also known as 'Markiplier', playing a newly updated version of the Forest in co-op mode!', Jack enthusiastically shouted at his old-trusted camera.
You could hear a low-pitched snort after Jack's silence.
"Hello, ladies~", Mark randomly flirted with the camera, moving a hand through his blue bangs.
The green-haired male was about to make a complaint when a creature within the game bitchslapped his toon, dropping half his health.
"Mark, wot the bloody hell!", Jack shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Sheesh! You shout so hard!", Mark nagged back at him, adjusting his headphones back on top of his head as how the Irishman's scream had been painful. The two childish Youtubers were calling/camming on Skype, allowing them to synch their actions in a better way while recording.
It had been around a year since Jack visited New York to spend time with that goofball.
Jack was enjoying himself. He swung his axe towards a tribe lady who seemed to have her bare breasts jiggling about. Jack laughed, almost like a child. Mark cursed in the background somewhere, as how he was unable to climb in their proudly made treehouse.
"Heyy Merk, that lady is naked!", his adorable Irish accent mixed with his English. Mark took note of it, frequently checking Jack's movements and automatic reflexes. The Irishman felt Mark's stare on him, and he was staring for too long. Any other person would believe him to be simply looking at the camera. Jack fidgeted in his chair. Jack's thoughts always somehow managed to go back within an unpleasant memory he wished that never had occured in the first place. There was a reason why it was so long since his last visit. The experience gave him an overwhelming, crushing fear to directly look at the Korean man's eyes.
He came home drunk one night, after letting himself go to a local Nightclub back in New York. Proud of himself he actually managed to reach Mark's door, ringing the doorbell like a madman at 4:30 am. He had almost pissed Mark off, since the Irishman was too troublesome to handle in his wasted state. It was this one specific moment when Jack tripped on to the couch, clutching his hand on the Asian man's shirt and begging him not to leave him alone. Mark had obeyed his demand, and they stayed together like that all night. When Jack had come to at 7:21 am, he was embraced by two muscular arms that belonged to a sound asleep YouTuber. Naturally, all sobered up- both of them pretended nothing ever happened. Pretended they weren't laying together, nothing at all. Jack had pushed himself to a point where he had cried himself to sleep at the guest room, while his throbbing heart left a painful feeling which reminded him of the fact how hard he had fallen.
Fallen for Mark.
Soon enough, his head got pulled back into reality by the Korean-German on the Skype call.
"Ey Jack! What's wrong?", Mark asked with a worried facial expression and an earnest look. A look that almost felt like it penetrated through the cam itself. Jack blinked twice. The game had disconnected and Jack was unaware he literally had been spaced out for a few minutes.
"H- Eh..- no.. no. I'm alright Maark", he responded with a cracked voice. Jack felt a terrible embarrassment hitting him, hard. His pale cheeks gained a bit of a rosy tint.
"Jack, if something is wrong, you know I don't mind if.. we recorded the gameplay some other time", Mark suggested.
That handsome, sweet voice of Mark only made things more unfair for the Irishman. Jack scratched his stubble, averting Mark's eyes.
"So.., Jack", he heard the male sigh. "I dislike seeing my friends in trouble. Especially you-, so..", Mark tried to find the right words while he was talking. "I have an idea."
Mark let out another sigh, but he was doing his best not to. Jack once again, thought he troubled the Asian man, and would rather just sink back into the ground a few feet under. Gathering courage, he directly stared into Mark's eyes, smiling his worries off.
"No need, Mark", he answered.
"Yes need, Sean", Mark replied with a hint of irritation.
Jack fell silent.
"Look, I don't know what's wrong, but it's been a while since you've.. been here and stuff. I was wondering- maybe you want to visit again? To spend time with all of us, and.. me of course", Mark sheepishly ran a hand through his hair, fixing it a little in await for a response.
"Mark..", oh the known mixed feeling of fear and guilt choked up within Jack's throat. The memory had turned him all vulnerable, but he got into such a conflict with himself he'd rather just end the call and cry under the blankets of his bed. He did not want Mark to see an emotional, weak side of him again. Not like that.
On the verge of tears, Jack hastily closed the Skype call without saying goodbye and shut down his electronics alltogether.
It was silent; too silent. All Jack could hear was the ticking of a little septiceye clock a fan give him on a convention as a gift. He realized how lonely he actually was, and how badly he wanted Mark to hold him right fucking now. He could already picture himself actually making a move on Mark, and turn it into the largest YouTube scandal ever; on top of that losing his friends and shaming his family. Adding up to all that, he actually had a girlfriend. What did he have to do with her? They had been together for such a long time and he was convinced once that he genuinely liked her- but it wasn't love. Not real love, like the newly discovered, passionate longing for the Asian man.
Every negative thought that went through Jack's mind only made him feel worse. He climbed back on his bed, in tears, trying to rid himself of all the 'supposedly unclean' that had befallen him, while the sound of Mark trying to call him echoed within his bedroom.
As soon as Jack ended the call, Mark was utterly speechless.
He wasn't mad at him or anything, but worried so bad about what could possibly bother the green-haired YouTuber. Mark sat there, lost in thought. He took his headphones off and reached for his phone. However, calling Jack seemed to have no effect at all. Jack did not answer. Mark had long figured something gravely wrong had happened, and he felt bad for himself and the Irish man that he was unable to do anything so many miles away. Knowing Jack, he would most likely be crying again..
..again?
Mark's blood boiled from the stupid thought. He got up from his chair and walked around his work space in circles. How could he have possibly forgotten what happened when Jack last visited.
What if Jack had been crying without him knowing? He certainly didn't want that. The Asian YouTuber sat back down on his chair, and scooted closer to his desk, closing useless tabs and opening up his web browser.
Mark was unaware that he cared so much for Jack. A bit too much... perhaps?
Well, if Jack refused to come over, he'd have to take matters in his own hands.
That morning, Jack was awake earlier than he should have been. Ashamed to look his lover in the eyes, he kept snoozing in his bed, pretending to be asleep.
Jack slept roughly two hours that night. He spent his time feeling miserable and editing/uploading pre-recorded videos. He had made a promise to never drink again, despite being an Irish man. So drinking away his failures was not a listed option.
His girlfriend left a note next to his nightstand, and not long after he heard the sound of the front door closing, echoeing in the silence of his place. The Irishman fell asleep soon after reading the note, while the tears that left his eyes dried on his very cheeks; clutching on to the little piece of paper with all his might.
|Time skip, 18:25 pm
Jack woke up once more, with a sharp sting running through his back. He carried the feeling of hunger alongside the stiffness that came from having slept in a wrong position. He got up with a yawn, slugging towards the kitchen. 'This day is awful', Jack thought to himself, brewing his favorite coffee at the espresso machine.
With his filled coffee cup, he went to the bathroom, undressing slowly. Half awake, drinking a couple of sips from time to time he literally went in the shower with his coffee. It felt like the end of the world to him. Little did he know, though.
He wrapped his lower half in a towel, squeaky clean after that long shower.
Forgetting his cup in the bathroom, he stepped out of the steamy area and took an exhausted walk back to his bedroom. He sat down on his bed, grabbing the piece of paper between his fingertips. His eyes traced the innocent written words on it.
,,Hey Sean, I know you're asleep and I had to leave early or I'd miss my flight. I told you, right, last week. I said I'd be going back to Korea to visit my family for two weeks. I get that you're busy, that is why I let you sleep. If you need some food, there are some leftovers I saved for you in the fridge.
Sean, I love you. I'll be back soon.
Love, Wiishu / Signe. Your everything."
Jack, in a massive conflict with himself, tossed the innocent paper note aside as if it was a devil. He reached for his phone that kept vibrating the entire time. All of his senses alarmed at the notifications on his lock screen.
36 missed calls.
10 texts.
All 10 texts were from Mark, and the 35 missed calls were from him aswell. One was from no one other than Wade. Ignoring the call of Wade, he scrolled through Mark's texts.
|Mark 8:20
Jack, where are you?
|Mark 8:27
I decided, I'm coming
|Mark 8:27
If you're not coming, I will
|Mark 8:30
Don't worry, the ticket wasn't expensive.
|Mark 8:35
I know something's up.
|Mark 8:37
Jack, answer please.
|Mark 8:40
I want to know if you're okay.
|Mark 9:00
Sorry for the spam.
|Mark 9:05
You're home right?
|Mark 10:31
My flight is leaving now. I'll see you soon, hopefully..
Jack dropped his phone out of terror. It landed on his bed, and made a little jump to the edge. He panicked. Mark was literally coming over. He could be at the door at any given minute, or second for that matter. He rushed over, in his towel, to plug his phone in the portable charger that was still stuck in the socket. Jack forgot he was stark naked besides the towel covering his lower half.
His hair was all messed up, not even close to being dry; green hair strands dancing in front of his face at his every step. The Irishman stopped in his tracks. The fear and guilt started to become a pain in the ass, all bottled up within his stomach. It made him want to throw up. How was he ever going to face Mark like that?
"Mark, no-.. why?!", Jack mumbled to himself. He took a deep breath to calm himself. So be it, it was now or never. He would have to confront the Asian-German sooner of later anyway.
The doorbell rang.
Mark was currently waiting at the front door. Jack hurried over to the front door and opened it without hesitation. Mark, at recognition of the slightly smaller male's face, he embraced him tightly, not noticing Jack was only wearing a towel at that very moment.
"Jack, you're okay", Mark whispered to him, relieved as hell anyone could ever be.
"M-Mark. erh-..", Jack shivered upon the Asian-German's embrace, though not quite sure whether it was the cold air or the man's warm touch.
"Could ye please let.. go a'me?", Jack hesitantly asked: a visible blush appearing on his cheeks.
"Wait..", Mark's arm muscles twitched. At first, the worries had blinded Mark, although when he had finally calmed down a bit, he started feeling the Irishman's skin against his hands.
"I-I'm sorry, I..", the Asian YouTuber released Jack from his grip, hiding his embarrassment. Finally, after exchanging awkward looks and smiles Jack told him to come in. Soon after Jack disappeared into his bedroom, almost panting out the nerves that were getting to his head.
"Jack, calm down..", he thought to himself while he took a deep breath. He unwrapped the towel, wandering butt naked around in his bedroom. If Mark came in, he was screwed. Like, totally ass-boned. Not sure if he'd totally mind.. though. Jack slipped into a pair of slim black boxer-briefs, the pair Wiishu gave him for his birthday, only adding up to his guilt- but it was the first pair he conveniently found lying on his dresser.
Not like Mark would know.
Alone in Jack's living room, he had allowed himself to take off his jacket and also take a seat on the couch. Yes, besides Mark's heart racing it was awfully quiet. Mark's stack was much more lively, considering he had a dog and roommates who wouldn't leave him a little piece of quiet here and there.
Mark smiled. His built-up stress and worrying had been replaced with the type of 'relieved' feeling you'd gain after having found the bathroom because you were holding your piss in for a couple of hours. Thank god Jack wasn't crying or anything. Not at the moment, atleast. When he traced the flashing memory within his head of Jack's surprised look before the embrace, he thought of the faint redness underneath his eyes.
Mark slightly sulked, as how he wasn't able to prevent those tears from falling. He took a deep breath.
He awkwardly stared at his own hands. The way his skin had made contact with the Irishman's..., he couldn't forget it. It was so smooth... he wanted to touch it again. Mark fistbumped his own head and shook his head, trying to rid himself of the 'impure' thoughts that rushed through his goofy brain.
'No way, why him', Mark thought.
The Asian-German got distracted by a loud thump coming from Jack's bedroom, followed with some funny yet cute curses that left Jack's lips.
Mark smiled again.
"Oh well", he sighed to himself. Perhaps the reason why he felt so 'strange', was because he hadn't seen Jack in a while. Anyone would feel so excited about visiting his/her best friend right? Anyone would be so worried enough to fucking fly overseas, right?
Right?!
Mark tried his best to convince himself, until the sound of a door opening soon enough reached his ears.
"Ah, Jack! ", Mark got up and stared at the Irish YouTuber, slowly approaching him, who only seemed to wear boxer-briefs and an oversized shirt. Mark gulped. Never had he imagined he would look that sexy. It was almost like he saw Jack in a new light. Mark became a bit fed up with his thoughts. It's not like it's the first time he saw him in boxers- hell, more like a hundred times.
...It can't be. Since when did he start looking at Sean that way?
The two men sat together on the couch in silence. He, Mark, had taken a seat after Jack.
"What happened?", Mark finally broke the silence. Jack looked down at his own lap, avoiding Mark's stare.
"You didn't have t-to come ya know, I mean..", Jack swallowed. "I was just feeling a bit bad because my girlfriend left to Korea for two weeks. It's kind of.. lonely."
Jack couldn't believe his own words. It was the only thing he could think of. It wasn't exactly his strongest point; lying, though it's not like it was a complete lie. She left, but was not the cause of his gloomy mood. It was the American beef piece of hotness with those loving dark eyes and a personality to die for; Mark Fischbach.
Jack was sinning so hard. He tilted his head to look at Mark, finding out Mark was in deep thought himself, processing the information. Jack's inner panicky feels had calmed down. Mark most likely saw through his obvious lie, but decided to keep quiet about it.
"Well, alright then. So, while I am here and won't be leaving for a week", Mark started, "we might aswell do something fun!"
Jack smiled, loosening up a bit.
"Yeah! How about a round of Plants vs Zomb-"
"No!", Mark cut him off. "A game of Cry of Fear, you know? Remember that game?"
The Asian-German went through his luggage he brought with, taking out a black laptop bag he kept a gamer laptop in. It took him 5 minutes to start up the pc, connecting to the wi-fi and opening up the horror game. He carried both laptop and charger to Jack's desk, both of them taking a seat behind it.
Jack started up his own pc, the game, and they began their co-op adventure. He was a little nervous at the fact Mark was sitting WAY too close.
"Jack, let's make a bet."
"What? Why?", the Irishman asked. Mark's bets were always up to no good.
"The one who dies first will..", Mark shrugged before he continued, "..dance to a Frozen song while singing along!"
"Ah, hell no Maaaaark!", Jack broke out in a laughter. "That's something Felix would say! You're too confident you'll win, mate!"
"Yes, I am", Mark bragged a while about his gamer skills and strategies while they played.
This is how it's supposed to be. No fighting, no weird lingering feelings or things to be held from each other. Just like two best friends. This entire picture felt so wrong. They both knew it, but denied it strongly, not wanting to ruin their precious moments and bonds they shared.
After gaming for a while, it turned night. Jack placed his controller on the desk, looking at Mark who was on the verge of falling asleep.
"Mark?", Jack poked him, hearing the Asian YouTuber grunt.
"Nhh, what?", he brought his fingertips to the bridge of his nose, trying to wake himself up. Jack chuckled. Seeing Mark like that, so carefree, made him feel good inside. Atleast Mark didn't have to lie awake at night.
"I'm here Mark, you're falling asleep man", Jack hoped talking to him in a soft voice helped. He wouldn't want to carry his asleep ass to bed.
"Pfft, I know. Sorry, I've been tired, and-"
Jack got up from his chair. "Don't worreh Maark, I'll prepare the bed for ya."
"Ah, do you need some help?", Mark asked Jack who already walked in the direction of the familiar guest room.
"Naah, I'm good. Ye should wait. It won't take long."
"Jack?", Mark called out to him, almost desperate.
"Uh, yeah?", he turned around to look at Mark.
Mark got up aswell, stroding his way to the smaller male and reached out to grab Jack's arm, in fear of Jack 'running off' again. He wanted Jack to listen.
"Jack, no- Sean. I hope you're truly feeling better. You know I care for you as much as you care for me."
The green-haired boy shivered a little, to Mark's notice.
"Do you think I didn't-", Mark paused for a second to find the right words. Jack stayed silent, surpressing his emotions.
"Do you think I didn't notice the red tint under your eyes as if you had been crying?"
It was silent once more, apart from Jack who let out some whimpers, Mark held on too hard.
"Sean?", the stern look on Mark's face made Jack feel like he was defeated. Those brown, caring eyes that penetrated right through Jack like a needle which had scratched the surface of a balloon. Mark was his only weakness, and a large one indeed. These little moments only kept reminding him of the fact that he loved Mark, so much it hurt. Everything hurt. His heart hurt, his head hurt, his arm hurt. Every inch of his body pained at Markiplier's touch. That's what you get for uncontrollably falling in a forbidden love with your cyber-celebrity best friend.
"L-let go..", he whispered. Only then did Mark release his arm out of awareness he was clearly hurting poor Jack. A visible hand print left a red bruise on Jack's pale skin.
"I'm sorry, I.. I won't touch you again", Mark said with a hint of regret. Jack went in a defensive mode. Why did it have to turn into a pile of shit after it went so well?! Yes, he wanted to cry and be away from him. Now it wasn't as easy as ending a damn Skype call.
Luckily for him, Mark turned away as a hint for Jack to go back to preparing the guest room. He left the living room, fast. Only managing to have heard these final words in a deep, manly tone:
"I'm such an idiot."
|Time skip, 3:08 AM
Jack was restless under the covers of his bed. He had cried it all out, blaming himself in the process to only spread more unnecessary negativity. It was like the cheerful, energetic spirit inside of him slowly crumbled down every long second that passed. His entire room gave off the aura anyone could mistake for an abandoned graveyard: too dark and gloomy.
There was a mix of anxiety and depression swimming through his stomach like it was a pool party. These depressing feelings acted up so badly, making him want to throw up.
'Is Mark sleeping now?', Jack wondered. It would be a stupid idea to actually go and check up on Mark. Jack sniffed twice. He sat upright, embracing his room's darkness.
Finally out of his bed, he already regret the decision he had made. I mean, it was not too bad of a thought. It was Jack's own house after all. He could always make up some kind of excuse, like he had to find something, or.. wrong room? Foolish. Even though Mark would stay for a week, he wanted- no, he had to do this. Jack slapped his own cheeks for confidence. With a proper mindset, a deep breath and a stormy stomach he left his room to visit Mark's.
Mark smelled the sheets Jack had placed for him on the guest's bed. It was the same smell that hung around Jack's living room, with a hint of something sweet.
He couldn't sleep either. Wide awake, with an unspoken plead that he wanted Jack to forgive his behavior. It was not cool at all. Mark himself remembered the way Jack's face looked so damn pained. He hated seeing him like that. He didn't want Jack to suffer at all, or cry any more for that matter.
Mark swallowed the saliva that built up in his mouth. He wasn't too sure if he felt responsible for hurting Jack entirely, since his girlfriend left to Korea for two weeks. Though, knowing Jack, there ought to be more than meets the eye.
Even if that was the case, Mark concluded he should take Jack out for breakfast and then have fun together. He could take Jack out for a stroll at a park or a movie, or-
Wait.
Didn't that sound too much like.. a date?
Mark bit in the pillow, denying the fact he felt his cheeks flush a little. When did it get so warm?
He closed his eyes. The sheets were ticklish against his hairy legs. Mark was only in his boxer-briefs and the shirt he wore all day. He smelled like sweat. It made him kind of feel guilty that his sweaty stench overpowered the nice scent of Jack.
All Jack.
Mark licked his own teeth. The taste of the food he ate with Jack was still present. His mind recalled the memory of Jack chugging down the glass of water. The wetness of his lips upon taking the see-through fragile object away from his lips. One drop of water that escaped his lips, reaching Jack's lovely stubble.
Mark's imagination went further than that.
The water droplet reached Jack's skin. He imagined himself making a move, attacking the sweet Irishman. Licking the spilled fluid off his chin, pulling him into a tight embrace-
Mark bit on his own tongue. He squeamed an uncontrollable 'ow', followed by a low-pitched 'damnit.'
'That's my karma for thinking about Jack like that', he thought. 'Why did I even? ...God.'
The Asian sinner noticed a certain all-too-common tightness down below.
'Did I just.. Oh god no.. why?'
Mark froze in his bed when he heard swift footsteps grow closer to his door. He closed his eyes in pretense of appearing to be 'asleep'.
Jack's unsteady heart was beating too fast for his own good. He tip-toed to the 'asleep' YouTuber and sniffed on a low volume.
'Glad to know he's a deep sleeper', Jack thought.
He allowed his eyes, which had accustomed to the dark, take in the shape of the sleeping beauty. Jack's lips parted to speak.
"I'm so sorry, Maark", his accent interfered with his whispers. "I just can't really tell ya."
Jack leaned over his body, sinking his hand into the mattress, preventing himself to fall. His lips slowly brushed against the sweat man's cheek, before he kissed it. Jack did not mind one bit that Mark was sweaty all over. In fact, the scent was kind of a turn on.
Jack jolted back when he felt Mark's big hand tightly wrapped around his delicate wrist.
"What-", Jack could barely respond to the sudden movement. He got dragged right into the bed. He fell on his back, as the grunts of the blue-haired YouTuber revealed all the more he was wide awake. Like a predator caught its prey.
Jack felt terrified, feeling the Asian male he had a crush on right above him, his breath tickled Jack's skin.
"What were you doing, Sean?", he growled in a deep, sexy voice. It was too much already. The sound of Mark's hot voice so close to him gave mr. septiceye a certain arousal in literally every cell of his body.
He was confused, though.
"What can you not tell me Sean?"
"I-.."
Mark placed his knee between the flustered Irishman's legs and gently rubbed it against his boxer-briefs. It didn't take long for Jack to react even more, along with some helpless cries.
"Wha-h.. wh-ahh... what are you doing M-Mark..?", Jack moaned out. It was new, almost scary.
He didn't knew a Mark like this, and hell never expected something like this would happen.
"S-stop Mark..- I.."
Mark obeyed, almost regretting what he had done. He moved a little to turn on the lamp that was on the night stand. It wasn't that bright, but he could properly look at Jack.
Jack was starting to tear up, alongside his half-erected self and a deep shade of red which covered his cheeks. Mark never released his wrist. Mark's stare was steady, and not once left Jack's adorable face. It overwhelmed both, but Jack seemed to be more affected by the situation. Considering the one he had a crush on for like a year was moments away to take him missonary.
Jack collected his thoughts and sobbed inbetween his spoken words. The heat kept rising between the two, though only Mark sweat a little more. Jack didn't sweat, ever.
"I never meant.. for this to happen", Jack slowly started. "Ever since that night.."
Mark knew all too well he was referring to the night of a year ago in New York. He processed the information and kept quiet, giving Jack space to talk.
"You and I. When I had come to, I found myself in your arms...-"
Mark swallowed. Jack gradually became more confident in his words.
"Ugh.. you know! With all the.. this, a-and that.. you asshole!"
"Wha- what did I ever do?!", Mark tried to play innocent in an impish way. He finally let go of Jack's wrist, though the desire of his hand wanting to seek out contact with Jack's skin was clearly there.
"You know very well", Jacks eyes met Mark's. "I like you Mark. There.. I said it, and it hurts because-.."
Jack was silenced by a kiss on his lips.
'Ah, so that's what it is', Mark thought. The same moment their lips parted, Mark took his time to look at Jack's face once more. The Irishman stared at Mark as if he found himself in a perfect dream.
"This is real, right?", Jack hesitantly asked. The Youtuber on top of Jack felt the corners of his mouth form an amused smile. One that could melt any person's heart. In this case, Sean's.
"Well, I'm not too sure about that. I never as hell imagined you could be this cute."
-"Ouch! What'd you do that for?!", Mark blurted out when his face met a pillow, followed by giggles and messy sniffs from the green-haired man.
"Way too long man..", Jack rested one of his hands on Mark's manly cheek, smiling at the feeling of the man's tiny hairs against his fingers.
"Hey, don't get all casual with touching me everywhere so quickly, you pervert!", Mark said in a way to hide his embarrassment, leaning in to kiss Jack on his forehead. Both seemed to not give fucks about anything, only each other. Their thoughts, worries and anxieties drifted right into the unknown, making the YouTubers feel all the more complete. They enjoyed each other's heat while Mark went ahead to lay on top of the smaller male instead.
Jack's once raging stomach got replaced by a fuzzy, warm feeling he had never experienced before.
Together, like that, they fell sound asleep; unaware of all the struggles that lie ahead.
The following morning, Mark shoved his ass out of bed without waking up the cute little Jacksepticeye. He sneaked into the bathroom with his phone, smiling brightly.
Whilst washing his face with a cloth, he read the messages Wade, Bob etc. had left him.
|Bob
Where are you man?!
|Wade
Matt told me you went to Ireland!
He chuckled, replying to them. Though, it would be best to give them a call despite the costs.
"Yes..?", the uncertain, sleepy voice that came through the connected phone call made Mark laugh. He had forgotten there was a great time difference between New York and Ireland, basically calling him awake right now.
"Oh god, Wade. Yes, I'm in Ireland."
Mark could make out of the noises in the background that Bob had paid him a visit. A persistant "ask Mark right now" reached the Asian man's ears.
"So, Mark. Please do tell why you're there? At- Jack's.. place. I mean", Wade tried so hard not to laugh but Bob took no effort whatsoever and let out his loud laughter, making the entire place lively.
"Oh shut up both of you! I know what you guys are thinking!", Mark snarled at his best friends. "Hey, put me on speaker! I'm kind of trying to prepare myself to shower", Mark loudly told them, placing the phone on the wall shelf inbetween the typical bathroom items. He made a gesture with his hands as if something had passed through somewhere, emphasizing his words to make it sound more convincing.
"No sep-ti-plier away, you IDIOTS!"
Mark wasn't sure about what to tell them, or the entire world for that matter. ,,Well I almost fucked Jack but that's just a minor detail"- HELL NO. He had somewhat come to terms last night he harbored feelings for the Irishman, though not yet ready to step on the train. Or, well, sailing ship in their case.
Mark had an inside facepalm-, so hard, while still in the call with Wade. His friends could almost sense it.
'What if Jack was lonely-.. or drunk?', Mark's thoughts went haywire halfway their conversation, unnoticedly. He was so disappointed. It could be a hassle if that was the case, so Mark decided on his own to pretend nothing happened once more. There's no way a male YouTuber slash best friend, would actually fall for someone as goofy as Mark, right?
Right. He had a girlfriend too.
Little time jump~
'It's so strange', Mark thought to himself when he had gotten out of the shower, drying his body. 'Jack has a girlfriend.. uh. I should confront Jack with this. The call with Wade didn't give me any inspiration either, like usual.'
Mark's thoughts stormed along his every move. He stepped into a pair of jeans he brought along after wearing his boxers.
'For starters, am I even gay?'
Mark shook his head. He stared in the mirror, reflecting on both himself and his life.
'Last night felt so natural. Like, it had to be him. Come on, I sound like a babyplier now! Cheer your ass up, self.'
Mark stepped out of the bathroom shirtless, walking to the living room. 'I've had girls before.. so that makes me bisexual? Demisexual? Asexual? Not asexual.. am I an idiot? Yes.. I am. I'm a very big idiot.' He put his glasses on, a hand going through his blue bangs to fix it. Mark took a seat on the couch and rested his face on his hands like he was part of some huge forbidden scandal.
'So I like Jack.. Sean. That little sweet brat slash YouTuber and best friend who has a girlfriend. Good job Mark. Very well done. Why do I always seem to end up in the craziest situations possible? Geez.'
The asian sinner noticed Jack wasn't up yet, hopefully still sound asleep in the guest bedroom. 'Alright, I'm slightly worried about my own thoguhts. Okay, extremely worried may just be an understatement.'
His mouth formed a mean smile. He couldn't maintain the sudden rush of curiosity.
Mark went to Jack's own bedroom. He flipped the lightswitch and was amazed by the fact how organized it was. Well, his entire house was organize and clean, compared to Mark's hellhole.
Mark stepped further into his room. The first thing that caught his eye was a note that lay crumbled on the floor.
'Huh. Seems like there was some trash in it after all.'
Mark took the litte note, unfolding it in his hands. All he met was a shock of guilt mixed with pure jealousy.
Signe's note.
His heart ached upon the last few words.
"-..yours forever."
Mark stuck the little note in the pocket of his jeans and left the room, keeping his cool.
Jack opened his eyes. He woke up in an empty bed. His heart raced. The memories of last night ventured within his head.
'Oh god', he thought while his fingers went through his green bangs. 'He wasn't disgusted by it...'
Jack felt happy. He wasn't this cheerful since ever. An energetic rush gave him the inspiration to make videos.
'Mark kissed me. He kissed me. We kissed. We slept together in the same bed', Jacks cheeks flushed a bright shade of pink. He wasn't really sure how to confront Mark now. It was honestly like a fleeting dream.
Not even Signe made him feel this way.
.. Shit. Signe.
He became slightly distressed thinking about her. Well, technically he just cheated on her. Above all, it felt strangely good. Not like she had to know right? He was probably being an immense asshole right now, but there was no other way Jack knew how to function in a situation like this. He would have to tell her eventually. How the feelings he thought were there for her, were not the kind of 'like' in a romantic way, and that Jack basically slept half nude with his best friend in bed as if they were newdly weds. It was impossible to explain. In worst case scenario, Mark would. How was Mark even coping with all of it? Jack had to find out.
The messy YouTuber got out of bed. He opened the door and sneaked to the living room, where he spotted Mark playing with his cellphone. Jack noticed he had already showered and dressed.
Jacks eyes met Mark's as soon as he got closer. He awkwardly tossed him a stiff smile, and he received a sweet, kind smile in return. Mark blushed slightly at the Irishman's appearance. He was too fucking sexy.
"So good morning", Jack started the conversation.
"No, more like good afternoon sleepyhead!", Mark chuckled. It was harder to put up this friendly pretense than they both thought.
"Woah! Not like I could help it, I was very comforta-", Jack paused.
"You want to talk about last night?", a concerned Mark finally asked.
"Na'realleh Mark. I meant what I said."
Mark shrugged. "Jack, are you even, I mean.. sure? I'm not trying to upset you or anything, but you have a girlfriend and-"
"Mark, please.. we'll figure something out a'right?"
"I trust you. I just think it's a little too soon", Mark's determined look gave Jack a reassurance the feeling was mutual, and Mark was struggling as hard as Jack.
"Let's wait a little", Jack decided. "We'll see how it-er.., shall go? I will have to talk with Signe eventually.."
"That's a good plan", Mark nodded to himself, spreading out those positive vibes. "Having sorted that out, get your ass dressed! Let's get breakfast!"
"Wha- NOW!? I just woke up-!", Jack pointed at Mark. "WAIT THERE! I'll take a shower 'n dress. Meet me at the door in 20 mins will ya?"
"Yes, yes Sean", Mark told him, sinfully staring at Jack's beautiful behind until it was out of sight.
While both YouTubers were walking and chatting outside, Mark thought the chance of getting spotted by fans wasn't as high; he was wrong. Finally after surviving a horde of fans, both got into a diner and took a seat far away from the windows as possible.
"Glad I tweeted earlier I was in Ireland", Mark grunted, grabbing the menu card.
Jack laughed. He was having fun.
"Oh no! Maybe people will start shipping septiplier even more now!", Jack copied a dramatic act with giggles along the way. Mark raised an eyebrow.
"Well excuse ME, mr. septiceye. You were so passionate within my arms last night~", Mark threw him a smirk.
"Sh-.. Shut up Maaark!", Jack blushed all the way to his ears. When Mark ordered food at the waiter that came to their table, Jack started to look around him and scan the area. He saw three girls standing at the cash register, though they weren't exactly ordering something or hoping to find a seat. More like, finding someone. The girls exchanged smiles and whispers, frequently staring at the two brunching YouTubers.
Jack gently nudged his foot against Mark's leg. Mark got a little startled, and gave Jack a confused look.
"Oi, Jack- are you trying to get all flirty with me in public?", Mark laughed while trying to form a grammatically correct sentence.
"Ah ye fookin' wish mate!", Jack swallowed before he spoke in a soft tone to Mark. "There are three girls staring at us. I think they know who we are."
Mark turned around in the direction where they were standing giving them a quick glance before his eyes met Jack's again.
"Okay, and what's the point? Aren't you used to these kind of things?", Mark asked. "I just want to spend time with you now", Mark selfishly stated. Jack chuckled. He felt blessed to have met Mark. A tender touch met Jack's knee. Mark had made contact with Jack's knee using his own, a warm smile appeared on his face.
"Jack", Mark spoke in a manly tone, loud enough just for the other YouTuber to hear. His heart rate was as unsteady as his thoughts, but he tried anyway.
"You're cute."
A sudden heatwave just about surged throughout Sean's body. Mark's voice sounded almost erotic. Jack was too aware. Only meant for him. Those two words Mark meant from the bottom of his heart. Cute. He did not consider himself to be any of such. The way mark had put it was convincing as hell though.
Mark studied the Irishman's movements. The way Jack trembled on the chair was just too fucking-ugh. Mark's instinct was two seconds away from eating him instead of the food he ordered.
Meanwhile, the waiter returned with the food, pulling Mark away from his animalistic instinct to his senses. Jack, however, was struggling long time.
Mark took a few bites from his sandwich. He absolutely didn't hold back with eating, desperately trying to 'cure' himself of the hunger from within.
Jack ate slow.
He wasn't all too sure whether it was the food's bad taste or the throbbing hard pole in his underwear. Taking things slow would kill his ass. It was already a hassle to control his feelings over two damn words. Fuck. Jack felt like one hell of a sexually deprived man. Mark was doing this on purpose, despite the risks.
Jack took a sip from his black coffee. It didn't help. His pants were suffocating his member. Mark knew he had aroused him. The Asian-German threw him a cocky smile.
'I want him', Jack thought. He stared into Mark's eyes; filled with lust and desire, unaware of how sexy he looked.
Mark responded more than he should have. The slightly coffee-moistened lips of Jack were met by Mark's. Mark had gotten up without a proper usage of his brain, the action almost went simultaneously which allowed him to lean in better. After the two deprived, sexually driven YouTubers parted from their shared kiss, Jack's face lit up like a red Christmas decorative lightbulb.
Mark's eyes darted around to see if anyone was watching, though those were the least of his concerns.
'Lucky!', Mark thought. Well, he HOPED no one was watching. Jack tightly held on to the fork he had used to eat the leftover olives. His needs were torturing him. He dropped the fork.
Jack got up from his seat and left to the restroom in silence, reaching for his phone to get any distraction out of it. Well, it wasn't exactly top-notch comfortable to walk around with a painful hard-on. Moreover, one that was caused by his sassy crush.
He went into one of the stalls, passing by a guy who looked mid 40's and locked the door behind him.
'Fuck, fuck. Fuck. FOOK!'
Jack unbuttoned his pants, lowering them together with his boxers, freeing his hard member. His hand wrapped around his candy cone and he started to rub it against the skin of his hand. He couldn't stop.
Surpressing his moans by biting on his shirt, revealing his chest, the heat and pleasure drove him insane. When the restroom door closed behind the -seemingly- last person that left, he opened his mouth, whereas his shirt fell back down over his stomach.
"A-ah.. M-Mark..", Gosh, if blushing could kill, Jack would be 100ft under right now.
"Jack?", The sound of the Asian-German's deep voice echoed in the restroom. Jack fell silent, disgracefully holding his erection.
"That sounded, ehh..", Mark paused for a bit. "really sexy just now. What are you doing Jack?"
The sound of his footsteps came closer to the bathroom stall. Jack finally caved in and unlocked the door, jump-attacking Mark.
"Mark-, I c-cant.."
The very sole fact alone Jack was almost grinding his exposed erection against Mark in public: it was HOT. (Honestly. Like the kind of sinful hot when you're watching your first sexy nude picture of your crush in your horny teenage years with sugar on top.)
Mark couldn't take the immense seduction of the Irishman. He roughly pushed him back in the restroom stall. Jack's heart felt like it was about to burst. Mark's wasn't in any better condition though.
"You know what you've brought yourself into right?", the deep manliness of the man's voice was like a delicacy to Jack's ears. It could bring him to his knees, literally. Submission. Jack mewled at the little pecks and love bites Mark left him in his neck. The fire and burning passion to tear each other's skin and eat one another alive was too great, but Mark's newly found dominance was heaven for the surrendered Jacksepticeye. It made Jack all timid, rather than energetic.
The Asian-German had him wrapped up all around his finger. He loved it. Jack realized the way Mark's affection showered him, it was both gentle and lustful at the same time. Jack knew he was finally in the arms of the one he wanted to be with, forever.
"Don't moan too loud, Sean", Mark panted in Jack's ear. It was too much. Jack took his shirt off.
The needy little Jacksepticeye got a hold of Mark's hand and moved it down to his hard dick.
"Touch me... Maark..", his earnest, yet lewd voice was like music to Mark's ears; and entire body for that matter.
"Oh, I'll touch you alright..", the American male responded.
Mark moved his fingertips up and down his shaft, wetting it entirely with the precum that had escaped Jack's twitching dick. He took it a little bit further by grasping Jack's dick all around with his firm hand, pumping it on a quick pace. The sensitive, pleased Jack groaned and squealed out broken moans and Mark's name.
"M-Mark.. ah.. M-ahh!"~
"Yes, sweet little kitten. Cum for me dear. I know you want to", Mark wholeheartedly whispered into Jack's ear. The blue-haired man was enjoying it too much, and perhaps more than he should. Those kinky words that had left his mouth he never thought would, were almost shameful.
Whilst Mark pleased his erection, he decided to sink his teeth into his pale skin, right on his shoulder. And HARD.
Jack couldn't take it. With one final moan, he came.
