Septiplier One-Shots

The Stress Kiss

This is a squeal worthy chapter written by Pey! ENJOY!

"Mark?" Jack asked, leaning against the door frame of the recording room. Mark had been in the sound proof room all day, and now he was laying back in his chair, the light of the computer screen illuminating his face. No response was given by the raven-haired man, and Jack took a few steps closer. Jack gently placed two hands on Mark's shoulders and rubbed them lovingly, causing Mark to jolt up from his sleep. Mark took a glance behind him at his boyfriend, letting his shock die down.

"Hey, baby..." Sean said, cupping the back of Mark's neck and placing a loving kiss on his forehead. Mark gently smiled and turned back around, placing his hand on the mouse and continuing to edit his video. Frantic clicking filled the room, and Jack squeezed Mark's shoulder a bit tighter.

"I'll be done soon, Jack." Mark stated, keeping his eyes trained on the screen.

"You said that last night." Jack started. "And the night before that. And the night before that." Jack took his hand off of Mark, going around him and placing himself in Mark's lap.

"I miss you."

The three words struck Mark. He hadn't realized how much he had been distancing himself from his lover.

Mark tore his gaze away from the screen and looked at Jack, seeing tears in his eyes. Marks face softened and he wrapped his arms around Jack, Mark nuzzling his head in the crook of his neck. Jack smiled softly and ran one hand through Mark's mess of hair, using the other to softly rub circles into Mark's back.

"I'm s-sorry..." Mark choked out, eyes lining with tears. Jack continued rubbing Mark's back, rubbing his stubble against the olders shoulder in a comforting manner.

"Mark, it's okay..." Jack said, feeling Mark press a kiss to his neck. Mark pulled his head away from Jack and quickly grabbed his shirt, pulling his partners lips to his own.

Jack tensed up at first, then slowly melted into the gesture. He closed his eyes and weaves his hands behind Mark's neck, Mark letting go of Jack's shirt and moving down to his waist where he gently rubbed the skin underneath Sean's shirt with his thumb. Their lips had rhythm, the kiss practically bursting from passion. Jack pulled away for air and proceeded to bury his head in Mark's hair.

"I love you." Jack said, his voice muffled. The three simple words had been exchanged countless times, though they still made the half Korean's man heart flutter.

"I love you too, Jackaboy. I love you too."