Septiplier - Just Give Me a Reason

Chapter 1

It started out like any other Co-op Let's play of The Forest. He was happy to get back to this game with Jack. They had a ton of fun last time they play together and the fans really love it so it was pretty clear that it was about time to play it again.

Thankfully the game had gone through several graphical polishes now and one plus he was finally able to see the water and not some barren wasteland that spanned far into the distance while Jack 'swam' in the air above him talking about some boat that he couldn't see. Now at least he was able to loot the yacht and show the fans what Jack was seeing instead of killing turtles and getting ripped to shreds by some 'land shark'.

"I found a yacht magazine!"

"Oh good," Mark commented as his character on screen crawled out of the ocean and up onto the half sunk yacht. Ax still in hand Mark's character moved toward the bow. "For when we get this family and get our yacht.

"I can fap to this." Jack remarked nonchalantly.

"Can you?" Mark questioned finding nothing particularly interesting at the bow. He turned his character around to head back to Jack and began to examine the milk carton that Jack had commented on when first. "You are far more skilled then me. I have much to learn about fapping."

"It's all about imagination now, you make what you can out of it-cooking magazines."

He meant it as a joke at first encouraging the idea of Jack getting him aroused to the thought of food. He thought it would it would bring something to the Forest Let's Play and give the Septiplier fans something to comment on so he went with it. "Okay explain to me how that happens."

"I mean they do use a lot of oil - and they rub like chicken breast. I mean you can put the pieces together yourself."

"No, no, no keep going I want to you to really evolve this idea-"

He didn't expect Jack deep voice to reverberate through his headset and the strange twitch it cause between his legs. "You know when you get a nice, pink, juicy chicken breast and spread oil all over it-"

He took a sharp inhale, his body tensing. What the hell was going on with him? This feeling was out of control. He slipped one of his hands under the desk and cupping himself through is thin boxer that felt significantly tighter now with Jack's deep voice reverberating in his ears.

He couldn't take it anymore. Slipping his hands inside his boxers wrapping his chilled fingers tightly around his throbbing cock he felt his heart start pounding in his chest. Maybe if he was quiet he would be able to get away with it and Jack wouldn't be any the wiser. But he needed to keep him talking. His eyes slipped shut as he mumbled acknowledgements into the microphone he just needed him to keep talking.

"Jack-" Mark's voice shuttered his hand sliding up rubbing his thumb over the head of his cock slicking his thumb with his own precum. Jack has stopped speaking now but he was too far gone. His breathing was heavy and his hand moving faster and faster with ever stroke. He tilled his head back his eyes closed over and breathing heavy now.

"Mark?"

With a strangled groan he came all over his hand staining his shirt and boxers. He blinked a few time to clear his vision and then the cool wave of realization washed over him. What had he just done? He pleasured himself to his friend's voice alone.

He tried to speak he really did. He tried to force his voice to release some semblance of words but when nothing came out his face stained red and he quickly pressed the power button on his computer shutting the whole thing down.

His stomach twist as his mind raced with worry that crashing his computer would cause his hard drive to corrupt losing everything he hadn't uploaded to YouTube on there. But then he remembered before starting the Co-Op Let's Play with Jack he had backed everything onto his external. Relief flooded through him for a second but then his mind returned to Jack.

He couldn't believe he had slipped up like that. Years of hiding it, years of pretending that they were just friends, years of pretending that he was happy and he had slipped up. It was just the icing on the cake that made up his miserable world.

With a sad sigh he wiped his right hand onto his boxers -cleaning it and then stripped out of them along with his shirt making his way to the shower. He tossed his clothing into the bin as he passed then walked into the bathroom warming up the water. He didn't know what he was going to do. He couldn't just ignore Jack. They were best friend and the fans loved when they played together but how could he face him after what he had just done?

Stepping under the stream of water, the temperature blistering, he sighed softly letting the flow wash over him. He didn't know what he should do. Should he pretend that it didn't happen? Should he apologize? Or worse should he tell him how he feels?

Mark sighed reaching down and turning off the water and rested his forehead against the steam covered tile. Either way it was going to be an uncomfortable situation but one he would have to face if he wanted to talk to Mark again.

Pushing the shower curtain aside he grabbed a fluffy blue towel off the rack nearby and dried himself before knotting it at the waist and moved to the mirror.

The mirror was covered in a thin layer is steam and he ran his hand across it revealing his sad expression. He looked deeply into his sad eyes before eventually looking away to head to his bedroom. He flopped onto the bed, sighing as he pulled the blankets around him. He watched his ceiling fan spin overhead as he rested on his back his mind slowly slowing down and eventually he drifted off to sleep.

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Okay, I completely blame Jack and Mark for this story. This little plot bunny came out of nowhere and bit me after watching their new The Forest videos. It was originally intended on being a one-shot but then it developed a life of its own and here we are. I'm sorry it's a short chapter but more to come soon.