Septic Plier

LAST CHAPTER THAT'S NOT LEMON I PROMISE.

        Mark cursed under his breath and started to pick up various condiments that had fallen from the fridge. Jack however, had just rolled out of bed. He rubed his eyes and walked to the kitchen. Jack saw Mark bent over and picking up his mess, "Mark-?" He asked in a somewhat raspy voice. Hearing Jack made Mark jump, he stepped on a ketchup bottle and fell back. Jack had rushed down to help him, apologizing and offering to help him up. "I am so, so, so, very sorry Mark, I didn't mean to make you fall!" Jack repeated his apologie a few times. 

        Mark grabbed Jack's hand, Jack hauled the both of them up. Mark turned around to start picking up again. Jack choked on laughter, Mark's back was covered in Barbaque Sauce and Ketchup! Mark noticed Jack's expression and tried to look at his own back. Mark cursed again. "Jack, can you get me some clothes from my dresser. I'm gonna have to take a shower." He said 'shower' in a similar tone that someone would say 'tarantula'. However, Jack just nodded and went off to Mark's room to do as asked. Mark went to his tiny little bathroom to start a shower. 

        Clothes, clothes... Uh, he'll need a shirt.. Should I go with pants or shorts? Fuck it, his ass looks better in pants anyways. Jack stopped his thinking after that. He pushed his gay thoughts away. Jack grabbed what he thought Mark would have wanted and took them to the bathroom. He wasn't used to knocking, since he lived by himself. Jack walked into the bathroom right as Mark was starting to pull off his boxers. Jack's eyes scanned Mark's body. He was much more muscular than Jack, his tan skin made him nearly glow in the steam of the shower. Oh no, he's hot. Jack thought to himself. 

        Jack had been staring for so long, Mark had to raise his voice to get Jack to stop. "Jack!" "Jackie Boy~" Mark had sighed. "JACK!" This escalation of tone caused Jack to jump, drop the clothes and run out of the bathroom. Shit, shit, shit, shit!!! YOU'RE A FUCKING IDIOT,  JACK!  He crawled into Mark's bed, burying himself in the covers, like a hermit crab. 

        The fuck was that about? Mark blinked a few times, grabbing his clothes and setting them on the sink counter. He had finally stripped completely and gotten in the shower. No matter what, Mark could not stop thinking about what had just happened. To be perfectly honest with himself, Mark thought that the idea of Jack having a crush on him was flattering. And to be even more honest, the idea of Jack getting all flustered from seeing Mark undressing was a bit arousing to Mark.

        A good fifteen minutes pasted, Mark had then gotten out of the shower. He got stopped the water and dried off, he dressed himself and combed his hair. Mark walked out of his bathroom. He already knew where Jack was. He sat on the foot of his bed, attempting to coax Jack out of the covers. Jack would only peek his head out. Satisfied with his work, Mark scooted closer to Jack. "Jack, can we talk?" 

~A/N Omg, I'm sorry that this isn't a lemon! I promise that the next part will be! I've just been really busy with some stuff and I'm sorry about the wait for this part. It's almost a let down and I'm very sorry! BUT on the bright side~ Hollywood Undead AND Three Days Grace released their new albums! Anyways, thank you for waiting! (;´ρ') High Road out! ~