Crankiplier One Shots

A Busy Mark, And A playful Ethan

Smut warning!

"Mark!" Ethan called out through the house as he walked through the front door. The only one to greet him though was Chica. Not that it was a bad thing to be greeted by the second most loveable dog in the world, first being Spencer but don't tell Chica that. Not a bad thing at all. Especially since it felt like she had a bath recently with how extra soft her ears felt under Ethan's hand. But he was here to spend some time with Mark. "Marrrk!" He called out again. "I'm here!" He placed his car keys down on the counter and looked around. "Hmm" he thought out loud. "If I were a Markiplier, where would I be?...Ah!" He then quickly took off to Marks recording room, giving the door a knock.

"Oh, come in!" Mark answered. Ethan opened the door to see a very busy looking Mark at his computer. Regardless, Mark still took the time to greet his friend. "Ethan! Oh my gosh I'm so sorry. I lost track of time. Gimme like- uuhhh 15 minutes, I'm just really behind and need to get this done".

"Oh, yeah no problem" Ethan said walking into the room. He stood next to Mark and watched what he was doing for a few moments before his eyes wondered elsewhere, like the empty coffee mug sitting at Marks desk, the few posters he had hanging on the walls, a few figurines on a shelf, nothing much more to the room than that. So he looked back over to Mark and noticed how fluffy his hair looked. Was it always this fluffy looking? He couldn't help but to reach over and touch it. He started to pet Mark and played around with his waves.

"Having fun?" Mark questioned.

"Sorry" Ethan giggled. "Your hair is just so soft, I couldn't help myself".

"Nah, you're fine. Keep going, I like it"

"If you insist" Ethan said in a playful yet seductive tone, unaware that he had just made Marks heart skip a beat. He went back to petting Marks hair and even ran his fingers through it. Mark let out a relaxed sigh through his nose at the touch. His tense muscles started to relax a little.

A few minutes passed and Ethan was getting restless. "Are you almost dooone?" He whined to the older man.

"Uhh, almost...yeah" Mark replied with his eyes glued to the screen. Ethan let out a heavy sigh and rested his chin on Marks head.

Each minute that went by seemed to stretch on longer and longer than the last. Ethan shifted back and forth. When he had too much energy built up he groaned and sunk down to the floor. "Mark I'm boorreeed!"

"Gimme one sec" Mark said typing away.

"You've been saying that for aggeeess"

"Have not"

"Have too!"

Mark pushed back from his desk a little and looked down at the overgrown child puddled on his floor. "You don't have to stay here ya know, you can go watch TV or something".

"I don't wanna" Ethan pouted. "I wanna stay with you"

"Oh, do ya now?"

Ethan crossed his arms and nodded with a pout still stuck to his face. "I miss you".

"It has been a while. I'm sorry I'm busy at the moment".

"Hurry up and finish up your boring work, stinky" Ethan said poking the stinky man in the leg. "I wanna spend time with you"

"You're spending time with me now aren't you?" Mark teased.

"This doesn't coouunt" Ethan said rising to his feet. "You're at your boring computer doing boring work cuz you're boring".

"We'll, come here and you can watch me do boring work. At least we'll be spending time together".

"What do you-" Ethan was interrupted when Mark grabbed him around the waste and pulled him into his lap. "Oh" Ethan said in surprise. Mark slinked his arms around him to reach his keyboard.