Never Lose Hope (Septiplier/MarkiplierxJacksepticeye)

Chapter 10: Mistakes (Not-so) Easily Forgotten

Mark's POV:

I watched the Irishman slowly drift out of his conscious mind, into a deep slumber.

As if I had no filter on my mouth, I mumbled,

"I love you."

Quick to realize my mistake, I put a hand over my mouth and watched as the man lying only inches away smiled softly, rolling over with a mumble of words I could not comprehend. I'd wondered if, perhaps he wasn't asleep, and had heard me, but when there was a soft snore, I didn't doubt any further.

After going downstairs and turning off the T.V. and lights, I crawled into bed next to the loveable goof of a friend I had. I smiled, purposely putting my hand on his, which was reaching across to the middle of the bed. The feelings that I got when our hands touched warmed me and calmed my thoughts.

'You know, you really have to be there for him. He has no one else.' My mind stated, and I found myself nodding. 'Jackaboy, I'll do anything and everything for you. No matter how much it hurts me to lose you to someone who would probably treat you better than I.'

The sadness ripped through my chest, and I sighed gently into the darkness, the restlessness I'd been experiencing lately coming back and biting me.

My breath hitched slightly when I felt the hand under my own tighten its grip to mine. I gasped, softly, before turning to the Irishman, my cheeks probably drowning in red.

I leaned over and, without thinking, kissed his cheek, before rolling back on my side of the bed, but remaining facing him, and keeping our hands conjoined.

The last thing I remembered upon falling into a deep sleep, was the feeling of warm, sweet breaths steadily caressing my face.

When my eyes popped open, adjusting to the light, I groaned and sat up, rubbing my eyes. There was a shift from beside me, and it was then I realized that I was sleeping next a male. A male I held dear to me, so very much. One that I'd only thought I could dream for this moment to be true.

Quietly and carefully, I reached over and placed an arm on his right shoulder (as he was laying on his side), squeezing it gently, feeling his skin. Making sure that none of this was false; that I was really laying beside the Irish YouTuber who made my heart skip beats with everything he did.

I leaned over to him, putting pressure on my hand that was rested on the mattress so I didn't disturb my friend by squeezing his arm.

His sleeping face was so peaceful and tranquil, so much so that it shot a wave of shivers down my spine.

Suddenly, the man beneath my grip's eyes flew open, and he rolled onto his back in shock and confusion as to why someone was touching him.

I felt my hand on his shoulder drop and slip off, along with my bodily balance, and I landed lying pretty much on top of him, our bodies almost entangled entirely.

"Holy shit," he croaked with a morning due, his beautiful blues as wide as moons. "Mark, what the fuck!?"

I gulped down my saliva, refusing to share direct eye-contact. Sitting up from my current position, I found myself sitting on his right thigh, and my whole midst of my face lit up with fire and redness. His did, too.

I had no words. I opened my mouth to apologize, but nothing came out. The fact of the matter was, I was sitting on my in-a-relationship and straight, best friend's hip.

As I finally allowed myself to connect our gazes, Sean's eyes showed an emotion that burned, lacking more than affection. He was waiting for me to say something, to explain my little dilemma. Our faces were only a ruler's length apart. I could still feel his heavy and irate breaths on my face, and it drove me wild.

Without thinking my actions through, I slowly leaned forward, my eyes shutting on the descent.

The moment our lips touched, even just a scrape, I felt a million volts pass through me, and I tingled all over. The Irishman under my touch quivered, inhaling quickly in confusion. I began to move my lips slowly against his, and after a few soft ghosts of kisses, his lips moved too. They locked in place with mine, and I could feel our hearts beating to an extreme in our chests.

It was as if I could fly; his lips ignited a fire deep inside that had never burned before.

That's when I remembered why he was here; why he was with me in the first place and I had so many regrets.

Much to my disappointment, I disconnected from the kiss with a saddened heart.

Jack's eyes opened, quick and alert, and he just stared back up at me.

"Jack," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so sorry-"

He put a finger to my lips before kindly and politely nudging me off of him, and then he got up and walked out of the room.

I groaned and rubbed the space between my eyes, cursing a couple of times to get this frustration off my chest.

'Stupid! What were you thinking!?' I could only sigh and stare out the door Sean pushed through.

Sean's POV:

I was internally freaking out. My thoughts screamed at me just how wrong that moment was, and how I should've reacted differently to signalling us to shut up about it.

No, no, that wasn't the reason I was freaking the fuck out.

When his lips even so much as touched mine, I couldn't ignore or stop the feelings of pure ecstasy. The shudders and tingles that rushed through my systems like pure electricity running through cords. The emotional happiness when his breath ghosted over my face.

I shuddered at the memories from the feelings, even the thought of Mark sending me into a misfit of rose-red all over.

I heard the sound of a phone dinging and I growled out a 'shut the fuck up', leaning against the kitchen counter.

'Ahh, shite! Joanne!'

I jogged over to the powerpoint and unplugged it, picking up my phone and reading the messages.

'Sean?', 'Sean where are you', 'Do you even care', 'I need to talk to you FAST!!!'

I wanted to reply. My side that's been aching for her companionship yearned to reply, to tell her everything would be okay and I was there for her.

But a noise from behind me reminded me exactly why it wouldn't feel right.

I turned on my heel to see Mark standing there, hand running through his perfectly messy hair.

"Good morning," I mumbled, hinting him to just forget about what happened.

"Morning," the raven-haired replied, his face redder than my own, as far as I could tell. Mark seemed curious, probably wondering why I decided to just drop it. He got the hint, though, and figured he, himself, might as well forget it happened, and we went about our day like that.

Though, whenever we shared eye contact, I got that same rumbling and tingly feeling that soared through my veins. I knew something had changed.

A/N: ERMERGERD, THEY KISHED! :D Hahah, poor Sean. He had no idea what was going on (#EveryonesFirstKiss). Don't worry, this is just the start of their feelings to be worked out~ ;3

Oh, and this chapter is dedicated to... well, my most dedicated reader (I think), @Otto_Knows ! Thank you for the kind words!

I'll update soon! :D Peace~