Cranked | A Crankiplier Story

Movie Night

Ethan watched a movie with Mark. Things begin to escalate.
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TW: drinking, heart attack [1393 words]

(M) = Mark's POV
(E) = Ethan's POV
(3rd) = 3rd POV
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(3rd):

They entered the house together. Ethan was slightly uncomfortable that his clothes were still soaked. Mark rushed off, most likely to grab clothes for them to wear. Ethan waited patiently. After a while, Mark came back wearing new clothes and holding more. "Here, they're dry." He said handing it to Ethan.
"Thanks."

Mark walked to the kitchen, Ethan gazed at Mark's. outfit. He was wearing a nice geometric pattern shirt. He looked good in the shirt. Mark handed him blank sweatpants and a cool looking soft shirt with skulls on it. He began to change. As soon as he put on the sweatpants, he heard Mark calling from the kitchen. "Would you want popcorn?"

He chuckled a bit. "Sure!" He called back.

Ethan walked to his living room wearing his new clothes. He enjoyed how soft it was.

(E)

I sat on the couch and waited for Mark. I suppose I could find a movie for us to watch, I don't really think he'd mind what we watch, as long as we just watch something. I search through the thousands of options of movies in front of me. Let's see, what was a movie I haven't seen yet. I look at the newly released movies. Hmm...Ghostbusters?
Ghostbusters: Afterlife?
It was a movie I heard about recently, I don't think I've watched it yet, so why not.

(3rd)

Mark walked to the living room, Holding a bowl of popcorn and bottles of alcohol. Ethan sighed and laughed. Mark placed the bowl and bottles on the coffee table in front of them and spread them out, Organizing in to make it look nice.

"I'm gonna use the bathroom real quick, you can start the movie if you want." Mark said smirking.

Ethan started the movie as Mark walked out of the room. A little while later, Ethan noticed his still wet clothes were on the floor. It looked like it was just thrown there carelessly. He sighed remembering it was him who thrown them there. He got up to pick up the clothes and placed them on a small table next to the kitchen.

Mark walked back from the bathroom and noticed Ethan standing next to the couch. He stopped and observed Ethan's clothes, finally getting a full view of him in his outfit. "Lookin' good." He said with a smirk. I walked closer to the couch, covering his cheek to hide his blushing. Mark and Ethan stood in front of the couch. Mark smiled slowly, getting an idea. He slowly stepped closer and rose his hand in front of him, lightly wiggling his fingers. Ethan barely noticed this.

Ethan stepped back slowly, knowing immediately what he was doing. "Don't you dar-" He was cut off by Mark running towards him, tickling the side of his torso. Ethan falls backwards onto the couch, laughing. Mark lied on top of him and continued to tickle him. "M-Mark! Stop!" Ethan barely got out. He was laughing so hard, he was having trouble breathing. Mark was smiling the whole time. Ethan gripped Mark's arms tightly. "Mark!" He yelled out laughing. Mark chuckled deeply and stopped.

Ethan lied there panting quietly. "You're an asshole, you know that?" He said fiercely. "I know." He said softly. Ethan shift a little on the couch and looked down. He noticed the Mark was straddling him. He looked up at him, giving him innocent looking puppy eyes. Mark grinned softly before leaning closer. Ethan sat up a little to reach Mark. The two locked lips into a soft and gentle kiss. They pulled away and looked at each other smiling. Mark slid off Ethan's lap and allowed Ethan to sit up on the couch. The two were quite, Ethan noticed Mark's face was blushing red. He knew Mark wanted to kiss home again. Ethan scooted closer to Mark and gently pushed him against the couch. He crawled on top of him, caressing his shirt. He gripped Mark's shirt and pulled him closer to another kiss. Mark enjoyed Ethan being in control of the moment. They deepened the kiss this time. Ethan enjoyed every moment of it.

They pulled away, panting quietly. Ethan noticed Mark's fingers tangled in his hair. After a while, Mark eventually sat up and allowed Ethan to rest his head on his shoulder. They took this time to actually watch the movie. Ethan pulled a blanket from the edge of the couch and pulled it closer to both of them.

(E)

Mark was warm, I love cuddling next to him. I saw him stretch his arms up in the air then back down around my shoulder, doing the classic yawn and reach move. I chuckled quietly and snuggled closer to him. I felt safer in Mark's arms. Throughout the movie we shared popcorn together. Mark took a few sips of alcohol while he sat next to me. I took one sip but no more than that. I decided to be more responsible about my drinking. I didn't mind Mark drinking though.

Near the end of the movie, I noticed Mark shaking again. Was he really still cold even though he had a blanket on him. He didn't feel cold. I heard him quietly wimpier every now and then. So quiet I almost could never hear it. Was he not feeling well or something? I hugged him and held him tight. It seemed so random that I was almost 100% sure he didn't know why I was hugging him all of a sudden.

The movie wasn't as bad as I thought. It made it even better to share this moment with Mark. I never wanted it to end even though I knew it had to soon. I looked at the coffee table for a moment. The bowl of popcorn was pretty much empty and one of the bottles of beer was completely clear. I heard Mark panting quietly. I didn't move a muscle. "Are you okay?" I asked. He sighed for a second. "Yeah. I'm fine."

I felt Mark's hand slowly caresses the back of my neck. It felt nice but I was still concerned about Mark's health. He definitely wasn't acting normal.

Mark shifted up, I guess he wanted to get up from the couch. I allowed him to move. "I'll be back." Mark said caressing my cheek. He got and started walking towards the hallway. I guess he needed to use the bathroom.

(3rd)

"Hey" Ethan called out.
Mark turned around. "Yeah?-" he was cut off my Ethan standing behind him. He pulled him into a kiss. Mark was surprised but gripped Ethan's arms, pulling him closer. They stayed there for a second. They pulled away and stared at each other. The smiled for a second. Mark's smile died after a few moments. "Ethan?" Mark whispered.
"Yeah?"

Mark didn't respond. His eyes widened, he looked terrified. Ethan, confused, asked again. "Yeah?"
Mark's grip weakened, the fell to his sides. He tried to speak but couldn't. Ethan noticed Mark's lips trembling. "Mark?" He asked, much more concerned. Ethan stepped back. Mark slowly rose one arm up in front of him. His palm facing towards his chest, his hand a few inches away from his chest. It was shaking. Ethan heard him wheeze. Mark closed his eyes as his body went numb, collapsing on Ethan. Ethan caught him his arms, he felt cold. "Mark?!" He cried out. He sat on the floor Mark lying on his lap. He shook his arm, trying to wake him up. Mark didn't move. "Shit! Fuck!" Ethan dropped Mark on the floor and grabbed his phone. He leaned down and pressed him ear to his chest. His heart was beating very very slowly. "Shit!" He yelled. Ethan dialed 911 and held the phone up to his ear. "Come on Mark! Wake Up!" He cried, tears coming to his eyes. The phone rang. He didn't pay attention. His mind was racing, his friend was dying in front of him. He completely zoned out to the female voice coming from the other side of the phone.

"911, What's your emergency-"

She was cut off by Ethan's frantic voice.

"You gotta help me, My friend just passed out on the floor!"