WARNING: NSFW
VidCon wasn't just a great time to meet his American fans for Jack, it was the social event of the season. The energy was great, the LA sun was scorching, and the people were incredibly fun. Jack had been going to these for years, and this year was no exception.
The signing hall was packed, especially near their table. After his and Mark's FunEmployed game at the Maker booth, the two were a mess of giggles and joke-y performances for the crowds of fans. Mark was showing off how he could turn his feet backwards for a gang of girls all wearing his shirts, each taking pictures and laughing of the red headed man. Jack rolled his eyes, smiling as another girl came up to him holding out a shirt for him to sign. She giggled as he finished signing the shirt, blushing as she looked up at him.
"Could you—do you think you can do your video opening?" She asked, glancing at her friends behind her all equally excited and red cheeked.
Jack beamed, straightening up. Raising his voice so Mark could definitely hear him, as well as the rest of the hall, he screeched his opening line.
"TOP O' THA MORNIN' TO YA LADDIES, MY NAME IS JACKSEPTICEYE!"
The girls exploded in laughter as the first girl lowered her phone, showing her friends before crowding in next to him with her other friends to get a group photo.
"TOP OF THE MORNING TO YOU LADDIES, MY NAME IS JACKSEPTICEYE!" came the butchered impression of an Irish accent. Only an American could fuck it up that badly, and Jack knew exactly who it was.
Jack looked over at Mark, who was watching Jack and the girls around him with a devilish grin. He arms were folded, but Jack saw something small and green in his friend's right hand. Mark lifted the green lollipop up, slipping it into his mouth and raising an eyebrow.
Jack snorted, clearing his throat.
"Hell-ooooo everybody, my name is Maaaaaarkiplier," Jack drawled, doing his best worst impression of an American accent. The fans around Jack giggled, egging him on and giving him the confidence boost he needed to separate himself from the photo group. He sauntered over to Mark, still smirking as he neared his friend, their eyes never leaving the other.
"Is that a challenge?" Mark asked, projecting his voice for the growing crowd of fans watching their little showdown to hear.
"You bet your red-dyed ass it is," Jack retorted, an impish grin plastered across his face. If this was to be a competition, Jack wasn't backing down easily.
The lollipop bowl was to Mark's right, on the table where they should be sitting and doing signing but never actually did. It was huge, clear plastic filled with all flavors and colors of lollipop, but it didn't take long for Jack to scan the bowl, finding the one he wanted. He plucked the red lollipop from the bowl, effortlessly ripping off it's plastic covering and trailing the red, sugary circle down his tongue.
"You sound terrible as me, better stick to be Irish and dumb," Mark teased, kissing his lollipop and winking at his friend. Jack could feel the eyes and phones of the girls around them, all fixed on the two of them. Did Jack care? Fuck no. No way was this red haired asshole gonna get the best of him.
"Then let's hope "Irish and dumb" doesn't upstage you," Jack egged him on, kissing his lollipop in thoughtfulness. How was he gonna upstage him? They were surrounded by fans, give them a little of what they wanted.
Jack spun around slightly, sitting on the signing table. He gripped the lollipop with his teeth and rested his hands on his thighs, sliding them down to his knees as he spread his legs seductively.
The screams and cheers of the fans around them made Jack grin, leaning back on one hand and plucking the lollipop from his mouth, licking it once. "Your move, Mark," Jack smirked, jerking his lollipop at Mark before placing it back in his mouth.
Mark snorted, his eyes narrowed in thought as he starred at Jack, then around him for inspiration. Mark opted for the lollipop bowl again, plucking five more from the bowl and taking the rapping off all of them. He got on his knees, glancing up at Jack as he did to make sure he was watching. Slowly, and coaxing much cheering and shrieking from the fans watching, Mark slide one…two…three…four…five…the sixth lollipop, the green one, into his mouth. He posed for the phones taking pics of him, before turning back to Jack, looking up at him with his mouth still full.
Jack was already up. He stood in front of Mark, placing himself so it looked like Mark was blowing him and placed a hand in his hair. Mark was already blushing and giggling wildly as the screams from the fans watching grew louder and shriller. For added effect, Jack reached down to Mark's variety of lollipop sticks protruding from his mouth, taking the green one out. A thin string of saliva connected the lollipop and Mark's lips momentarily, but broke as Jack brought it back up to him, and stuck it into his mouth.
Both men flinched at the screams from their fans. Jack allowed himself a glance at the watchers, feeling a rush as he saw the phones and open mouths of his and Mark's fans starring and laughing. This was going to be all over Tumblr tomorrow.
Mark stood, startling Jack a little with how close he was. But Mark caught his hand, keeping him still. He pulled the other lollipops out of his mouth, stick them back on the table on their discarded wrappers. Mark brought his face closer to Jack's until they were barely even an inch away, daring Jack with his eyes to pull away. Someone shouted "NOW KISS" from the audience, but Jack couldn't move. He'd never been this close to Mark, and was absolutely lost in those dark brown eyes and confident little smirk of his. Mark's lips moved, exposing his teeth as he reached millimeters closer, biting the end of the green lollipop stick. Jack felt the sugary orb move in his mouth as Mark pulled back slowly, taking the lollipop with him. With a pop, Mark got it back, stepping away a little so he could flip the lollipop back right way around and into his mouth. For added effect, he cupped his ear towards the fans, smiling proudly when the cheering and shouting grew even louder.
Jack rolled his eyes. He stepped towards the crowd, raising his arms and making "gimme more" motions with his hands. Their fans screamed even louder, chanting Jack and Mark's names as their phones clicked with more pictures and videos.
Glancing at Mark, Jack was surprised to find him starring at Jack with a calculating grin.
"HOW MANY SEPTIPLIER SHIPPERS DO WE HAVE IN THE AUDIENCE?" Mark shouted, cupping his hands around his mouth.
The fans erupted, screaming and jumping up and down. Jack chuckled, looking between the huge crowd and Mark, wondering where he was going with this.
"HOW MANY OF YOU WANNA SEE ME KISS JACK?"
Oh. That's where he was going with this.
Jack physically had to cover his ears this time, and so did Mark. Jack caught Mark's eye, laughing at the sudden explosion of screams and cheering. They were going to get kicked out of the signing hall with the amount of noise they were making.
Mark sauntered over to Jack, swaying his hips and cocking an eyebrow. Jack felt himself blushing as he laughed, turning his head away to giggle before turning back, composed and acting for the crowd. Once Mark was close enough, Jack hooked his thumbs into Mark's jeans' belt loops, pulling ever closer. Their noses bumped accidentally, both giggling shortly. Someone starting chanting "kiss" and caught on fast, spreading through the huge group.
Mark smirked, removing both his and Jack's lollipops from their mouths. Then without warning, placed his hands on either side of Jack's face and pressed his lips to Jack's. It was supposed to be a short kiss, but Jack found himself enjoying it more and more the longer it went on, and the chanting and screaming from the audience of fans only encouraged him. Jack raised his leg, hooking it onto Mark's hip. Mark instinctively lower his hand to grip his leg supportingly, and Jack took that moment to jump, wrapping his legs around Mark's waist. Mark laughed into their kiss, having to finally break away he was laughing so much. Jack started to laugh too, wrapping his arms around Mark's neck for support as the two looked towards the audience for pictures.
"Hey!" a voice broke through the cheering. Jack looked up and so did Mark, Mark turning so both could see who it was but not letting Jack down. Rachel, one of the PR reps at Makers, stood in front of them, a look of utter surprise on her face. "What's the big idea?"
Jack glanced at Mark, exchanging a look. "Nothing?"
Rachel's eyebrows lowered, pinching the bridge of her nose. "How about you two go clean up, and head back to the booth. I think you've had enough "signing" for one day," her perfectly manicured nails made air quotes around "signing."
Both of them nodded sheepishly, Mark dropping Jack back to the floor, and Jack taking back is red lollipop, slipping it into his mouth with a wink at Mark as he grabbed is lanyard and headed towards the hall exit. He high fived people as he passed through the crowd, smiling through his blush. Wow, he'd gotten intimate with Mark fast, but wow it was fun. He felt an arm come to rest around his shoulders, and Mark appeared at his side, twirling the green lollipop in his mouth as he winked at Jack, pulling it out with a pop.
Jack chuckled. "Really suckin' on that lollipop, huh?"
Mark shrugged. "It's tasty," and then closer to Jack's ear "green things are tastier."
Jack felt a shudder run through him, and he grinned, glancing behind him momentarily to see most of the fans still in the hall, not following them. Rachel was busy dispersing them, so wasn't paying attention to them either.
"How about we skip the bathroom and get some fresh air?" Jack tried, scooting out from under Mark's arm and grabbing his hand, pulling him towards a fire exit door that led out behind the signing hall. Mark followed him, both pushing through the fire exit doors giggling madly. Jack twirled his red lollipop in his lips as Mark grew closer to him, smirking underneath his own.
"That red lollipop looks really good between your lips," Mark noted, his nose pressing against Jack's. Jack chuckled, pulling it from his lips and removing Mark's too.
"I can think of something else that would look good between my lips," Jack teased, leaning forward and biting Mark's bottom lip gently, pulling it away from his lip slightly before letting it go. Mark growled, his smile turning dark as he closed in on Jack's lips, pushing them open to welcome his tongue. Jack closed his eyes, groaning into Mark's mouth as the rush of sensations and hormones hit him.
Mark pressed Jack up against the exterior wall, tilting his head to the side and trailing his tongue down his exposed skin. Jack growled, his eyes rolling backwards in his head.
"My move," Jack groaned, pushing Mark off him and against the wall. Jack dropping into a crouch, fumbling with the zipper on Mark's jeans excitedly. Mark leaned down, pulling Jack's chin up and kissing him again. Jack's tongue slid effortless into his mouth as his fingers worked the buttons free or their holes then pulling Mark's jeans down just enough to expose Mark's briefs. Once Jack's hand got a grip on Mark's dick, Mark froze, straightening up and resting his head against the wall as Jack yanked it free of his underwear and pumped him gently.
Jack angled the dick upwards, licking a long path of saliva up the underside of his shaft as Jack massaged Mark's balls, all the while fighting back a smirk. Mark was grunting like crazy, letting loose a small yelp as Jack's tongue flicked the underside of Mark's head, and actually gasping for air as Jack fit his mouth around his dick. Jack swallowed as much as he could before pulling backwards a little and gasping for air, a small laugh playing on his lips. This was more fun than playing with lollipops, and a lot more rewarding for Jack, who thought Mark's small gasps and moans was music to his ears. He went back down, picking a fast tempo that turned that confident and goofy Mark into a whimpering mess.
Mark's hand coursed through Jack's hair, following his bobbing head before pulling at his hair, yanking him up to a standing position. Jack frowned a little, wiping a little spit away from the corner of his mouth.
"My turn," Mark snickered, pushing jack against the wall and yanking Jack's zipper down.
"Mark—" Jack started to protest, but lost his voice the moment he felt Mark's warm hand snake down between the fabric of his underwear and his skin. Jack sank his teeth into Mark's shoulder, earning a groan as the man tiled his head bag for Jack to explore while he continued to work Jack with a similarly sped up pace. Mark nudge Jack's head away, dropping down to his knees to suck Jack, his brown eyes starring up into Jack's pale ones. Jack's hands instinctively found handles in Mark's hair and followed Mark's steady tempo. Mark's hands were busy, one occupied with massaging Jack's balls while the other worked his own neglected penis.
"Fuck Mark, you're really good—" Jack croaked, feeling himself twitch inside his friend's mouth. Mark grinned, registering the jerk and sucked hard on Jack's cock, his eyes nothing short of devilish pleasure. Jack cried out, biting his inner cheek to stop himself from being heard. Jack's cock left Mark's mouth with a pop like one of their lollipops, the sound making both giggle.
Mark stood, pushing his body against Jack, both gasping at the slippery hot touch of the others penis against them. Mark's hand found Jack's penis and Jack found Mark's penis, both working the other in tempo. Mark bit down on Jack's bottom lip lightly, pulling on it as Jack squeezed tighter on Mark's penis.
"First to come has to clean up both?" Mark offered, letting go of Jack's lip.
"You're on," Jack smirked, lengthening his strokes and tightening his grip. Mark groaned, echoing Jack's alterations in his own tempo, grinning as Jack closed his eyes and bit his own lip, trying hard not to blow. Mark pushed his body closer into Jack's, pulling up his shirt so Jack's cock hit his friend's perfectly toned abs instead of shirt cloth. Jack smirked, shaking his head, his eyes still squeezed shut with concentration as he pulled his jeans and underwear further down, rubbing his bare crotch against both Mark's hand and Mark's dick. It worked, and Mark let out a shuddery groan.
"Cheater…" Mark breathed, his face falling into Jack's neck, releasing one shuddery warm breath after another into his friend's ears.
"I'm the…cheater…" Jack choked out, his own forehead resting on Mark's shoulder. Jake bit down on a portion of Mark's shirt, trying to restrain himself. "You're the one…who…fuck" Jack gave up on trying to come up with a clever retort, opening his eyes slightly so he could see the mess of hands and penis pressed between the two of them.
Jack felt the wave hit him first, and his hand jerked uncontrollably. It was enough for Mark apparently, as he felt Mark's entire body shudder into his as both cried out, cuming into the others hand. Jack felt the hot liquid hit his stomach and soak his hand. He sighed, burying his face into Mark's shoulder as the latter breathed heavily into Jack's shoulder.
"Like I was saying," Jack finally managed, his voice breathy and tired. Mark pulled away, resting his forehead against Jack's, his eyes sleepy as they starred into Jack's equally exhausted ones. "You're the one who started this shit," Jack giggled.
Mark rolled his eyes, looking down at their sticky mess of hands and penis. "So do I have to do clean up duty then?"
Jack smirked, lifting his finger up and licking it clean with a growl. "I'll help. I like the taste of red lollipops anyway."