Markiplier x Jacksepticeye ~Like Putty~

It only matters what you think

THE NEXT MORNING

Mark's POV

Mark awoke alone that morning, opening his eyes to find an empty spot next to him in bed. He was still a bit jetlagged, and wasn't quite used to Ireland's time difference, he had just overslept. He figured Jack was awake already, probably waiting for him to get up. But Mark took the opportunity to take a shower, hopefully to rid some of the exhaustion in his body. He got out of bed and walked toward Jack's bathroom, striping himself of his clothing, and stepping in a warm, relaxing shower.

A while later, he stepped out again, feeling more awake and refreshed. He combed his hair with Jack's comb that was sitting on thee sink, he was sure he wouldn't mind. Mark was also sure he wouldn't mind if Mark just wore some of his clothes..he was too lazy to unpack his own, and he just wanted to be wrapped up in with the scent of Jack..

He went to his boyfriend's closet and stole a pair of jeans that looked like they would fit him...they were both on the shorter side, so Jack's clothes should be about the same size.

Mark, slid on a pair and searched around for that hoodie he liked so much. He found it, and smiled to himself, sliding it on without a shirt underneath, just wanting to wear the hoodie.

Feeling better, he left Jack's room in search of his boyfriend.

"Sean?" He called out, hearing some yelling in the distance. He walked toward the sound, slightly muffled, but Jack's voice was so loud, it was echoing through the entire house. Mark found his way down a hall and approached a closed door. He figured he was recording a video, so he tapped on the door softly.

"Sean?" He said..

"Come in!" He heard him say back.

"Sorry, I'm interrupting aren't I?" He said, stepping in.

"Not at all, I was just editing this morning's video." He said cheerfully, "Good morning sleeping beauty." Jack looked over at him, and Mark felt a blush creep across his face..

"Are you wearing my clothes..?" He asked, turning in his swivel chair, sliding the headphones off his ears.

"Uh, " He stuttered, "You don't mind do you?"

"No ya silly..that's adorable." Jack laughed and motioned for Mark to sit in the chair he had pulled up next to him.

"You ready for this video?" Jack asked, adjusting his camera and mic to face both of them.

"Oh, uhm..yeah. Yeah I'm ready." Mark sat down, a little nervous that they were doing it so quickly, right here right now.

"You want me to start or..?" Jack said. adjusting a few more things on his laptop, then looking over at Mark.

"No no, you go ahead..you know what we wanna say and all that?" Mark asked, running his fingers through his hair.

"I think I have a pretty good idea.." Jack smiled and pressed the record button on his camera.

'WA-PSSH!'

"Top of the mornin' to ya laddies! My name is Jacksepticeye, and, if you're not already freaking out, you can see I have a very special guest here with me today...say hi Mark"

"Hey guys, my name is Markiplier, and I bet you're wondering why the hell I'm here." Mark smiled and waved to the camera.

"Yeah, we're all wondering that, leave!" Jack teased, pointing toward his door.

"Fine!" Mark acted as if he was going to stop off grumpily, but smiled knowing Jack was teasing him.

"I'm kidding! Sit down ya smelly" He laughed, his loud voice filling the room. "Anyway, to answer all you guy's questions on why Mark is here all the way from LA to visit little ole Jackaboy in Ireland, is actually a very long story.."