Day 3. Morning time again in LA. Mark, Sean, and Felix all sit at the table discussing ideas for videos for their channels. They were all pretty typical ideas, until Felix blurted out;

"Hey, if you two work out you should go viral about it."

Sean and Mark's eyes widen at the Swede's notion.

"Felix, I don't think that's such a good idea. I mean, Jack's already pretty nervous about the whole thing."

"Yeah. Besides, things aren't gonna be decided in just one night."

Felix smirks and continues to push.

"Ah come on guys. The fans have been waiting for this for a long time. Imagine the reaction from the fan girls."

Mark scowls at Felix, but Sean speaks up.

"This isn't fer the views! It's fer me and Mark. For us to see if things will work out for us."

Felix says nothing and instead makes a face jokingly at the two. At 11 AM Felix leaves in a cab with his things for his hotel. Now alone again, Mark and Sean sit at the couch and play some Rocket League. Mark fumbles about, making a luck shot here and there. He wasn't exactly playing to win, just for fun. Sean was getting more intense. He shouted a few times at Mark for getting in the way of a shot. Mark joked with him about it. After a few matches Sean says he wants to play a different game.

"Awwww, but you're cute when you're mad."

Sean blushes but holds an angry expression.

"Fook off ye arse!"

"Alright, alright. What do you wanna play?"

"How about Mole Hammers?!"

Mark grunts and slumps into the couch. He was terrible at that game.

"Come on. Why that one?"

"Why not?"

"Because that wouldn't be any fun. I stink at that game."

"Aww come on ye big baby. I played through that shite storm. Besides, we can make it interesting."

Mark sat back up, Sean had peeked his interest.

"Oh yeah? What did ya have in mind?"

"Well. If I win, you have to buy me lunch."

"And if I win?"

"I don't know man, you think o' something."

Mark sat and thought for a moment. What will I get if I win? He pondered.

"Well. If I win, you sleep with me tonight."

"What! No way man!"

"Aww come on. You said make it interesting. Besides, I won't do anything."

Sean silently glared at the smug Tuber. Mark had a goofy grin as he awaited the Irishman's reply.

"Whatever, not like you're going to win anyway."

The two start up Mole Hammers. Mark was determined to win, but he knew it would take a great deal of luck. But he wasn't too worried, Sean had never played the game.

"So best two out of three?"

"Sure. But I'm gonna kick yer arse."

The first round began. Mark and Sean waited patiently for the moles to pop out. Sean may not have played before, but he was a natural. He constantly beat mark to the punch. Mark became frustrated and would flail, hitting a bunny now and again. The first round ended with Sean as the victor.

"Told you I was gonna beat ya."

"That was only round one!"

Mark took a deep breath and focused. This time Mark was more level headed and with swift hammer swings, took the second round.

"What were you saying about beating me?"

"There's still one more round!"

The third round began. Tied for the victory both Tubers were completely focused. Patient fingers waiting to press down and smack the pesky varmints as they popped out of the ground. A few swings in and Mark had the lead. But he became too confident and smacked a bunny, putting him down just ahead of Sean. With a few swift swings Sean snatches the lead. Mark quickly catches up and it remains a close game. The last mole to pop out was a tall one, requiring more hits to beat back down. Mark and Sean pound furiously. As they do Sean yells out;

"SPEED IS KEY!"

But at the last second of the round, and with one final swing of the hammer, Mark beats jack by only a few points.

"Woohoo! I won, I won."

"What? That's bull shite!"

Mark dances around a bit before stopping and seeing Sean sit frustrated on the couch.

"Aw come on. You don't have to sleep with me tonight if ya don't want to."

"Then why bother playing this game if ye didn't get anything out of it?"

"Eh, it was pretty fun. Besides, I won!"

"Whatever ya big doof."

"Aww don't be so mean. Besides, I'll still buy you lunch."

"Alright, You're awesome hon!"

Mark stood dumb founded. Sean froze when he realizes what he had just blurted out and his face flushed red. Another moment of silence fell between the two.

"Well, look who's starting to come around."

"Y-yeah. I just kinda came out."

Sean stood up and in front of Mark. Looking up into his deep brown eyes.

"Sean?.."

"H-huh?"

Sean shook his head trying to snap himself out of it. He looks down at the floor, embarrassed. His eyes shoot open as he is pulled in. Mark held him tight. Sean relaxes and lets out a low moan of content. He places his hand by his face on Mark's chest. When the red haired Tuber loosens his embrace Sean looks up at him again, closer this time. A moment passes with the two looking into each others eyes. Mark begins to lean down closer to Sean, his lips slightly pursed. Sean closed his eyes and waited, but in an instant his eyes shot back open and he pushed away.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"No, no. It's okay Mark. Just not yet."

"Okay."

The pair chuckle together and then get together and head out for lunch. This time they walked to a nearby restaurant. Along the way a few people recognized them. Mark and Sean love to interact with fans so they didn't mind at all. During one of these stops though on fan mentioned Septiplier. When this happened, the two just chuckled nervously and joked around. Playfully flirting to entertain the fan. But this time it was also mutual in actual intent.

Now 12, they arrive at the restaurant. Seated at a booth by a friendly waitress, they browse the menus. Mark knew what he was going to order, so he just waited for Sean to decide. After telling the waitress their orders they sat quietly for a bit. What to talk about? They already knew so much about each other. Mark begins by bringing up how weird Felix had acted when he went into the bathroom. Sean laughed. Conversation seemed to flow from that point. Talking about mutual friends, each other, and of course gaming.

The waitress returns with their food. Set in front of Mark is a plate with a cheeseburger and fries that covered more than half the plate. Sean had ordered a burger, but this one was loaded. Bacon, tomato, lettuce, pickles, onions, cheese, a couple sauces, and this burger took up half the plate, the rest was fries. They began to eat. Mark finishes his burger and hi fries before Sean is half way through his burger.

"You're never going to be able to finish that."

"Oh? And what makes ye think that?"

"Well your so tiny. How will you fit all that food in you?"

"Oh shut it. Just watch and be amazed."

Mark chuckles and observes the feast. Sean finishes his burger and makes quick work of the fries. Mark's eyes are wide, he couldn't believe how much that little Irishman could consume. Mark pays for the food and leaves a tip. The two now walk back to Mark's LA home.

"I can't believe you ate all of that. How do you stay so tiny?"

"I'm not tiny! And I just have a fast metabolism."

"How about sharing? I actually have to work at this bod."

Sean laughs at Mark's remark. Now back at the house it is 1 PM.

"Well, should probably get recording. It's later than I hoped for it."

"That's what ye get for wasting time gambling."

"You're the one who suggested it."

Sean sticks his tongue out at Mark. Into Marks recording space, a moderately well sized room. Padded with blue and black sound proofing foam, with his recording set up sat along the far wall. The two record for two hours, editing takes another two hours. When finally finshed and posted it is 5:30 PM.

"That was fun."

"Hell yeah it was. Might notta beat ya at Rocket League but I sure kicked your arse this time."

"Okay mister humble."

Sean laughs. These collab sessions were always full of energy, which Sean never ran out of.

"I love your laugh."

"What?! Y-you do?"

"Yeah. But, then again. I love you."

Sean stood silent. His cheeks resembling tomatoes. He looked up at Mark.

"I love yer voice."

"Yeah, but everyone does."

Sean scowls and punches Mark in the arm. The two leave the recording room and back to the living room. They watch some TV, and eat a light dinner since lunch left them pretty full. At around 10 PM Mark yawns and stretches.

"Ya know, normally I am much more productive when you aren't here."

"Oh, well in that case, d'ya want me ta leave?"

"Hell no!"

"Hah! Thought so."

"Well, I'm heading to bed. See ya in the morn."

Mark walks to his bedroom. There he disrobes and changes into pj pants. He slides into his bed and turns off the lights. But soon after he settles, his door opens and Sean walks in.

"Hey, what's up?"

Sean doesn't say a word. He strips down to his underwear and slides into Mark's bed. Mark is frozen and can't manage a single word. His body heated right up as he felt the skin of his fellow Tuber brush against his as he fidgeted to get into the bed.

"W-what are you doing?"

"What? I lost at Mole Hammers."

"But you didn't want to."

"I never said that, you just assumed ya big silly."

Sean settles and scooches over into Mark. His back was to him. Mark bit at his lower lip. He was incredibly nervous. But he rolled over, his stomach and chest sprawled across Sean's back, and he reached his arm over the smaller Tuber.

"I-is that okay?"

"Yeah, but there's just one more thing."

"Oh? What's that?"

Sean lifts his torso up and turns around. He reaches a hand behind Mark's head and pulls him into a kiss. Mark's eyes shoot open in surprise at first, then close as he relaxes. The kiss lingers for a moment then Sean moves away. The two smile at each other softly.

"Good night oh heart throb o' YouTube."

"Good night my little Irish potato."

"Mark!"

Before Sean can slug him again, Mark holds tight to him spooning once again. Sean settles and eventually they fall asleep.