superman // septiplier

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"So about the whole Sean slash Jack thing," Mark spoke up, digging through all the boxes he had brought over in the days previous.

The Irish boy smiled small, "What about it?" Sean was busy digging through a box of his own, trying to find what Mark said was "Felix's customized subscriber banner".

And since Sean was bending over, Mark stopped every once in awhile and looked over at him, allowing his eyes to roam all over the boys butt. And hey, it was a pretty good reward after looking through boxes for the past 10 minutes.

"Do I call you Sean," Mark pulled out a roll of tape, "Or do I call you Jack?" He reached over to the stack of colored papers he had as decorations, and walked away from the boy, but not without one last glance at his ass.

"To be honest," The green haired boy spoke, walking after Mark with the banner in his hands, "I think I prefer Jack."

Mark hummed, "So, it's Jack then." The boy climbed up on one of the couches and began to tape papers to the walls.

"Yup," Jack said, trailing off.

Mark, expecting Jack to say something else, turned his head around. He smirked when seeing Jack was as much of a fan of butts as Mark was.

"You having fun?" He said with a sly smile, and Jack looked up to meet his eyes. He blushed immediately and looked away.

"W-Where do you want me to put this," Jack mumbled, ignoring what he said. Mark laughed and pointed towards the living room.

"Try to tape it as high up as you can get it." Jack nodded and scurried out of the living room quickly.

Mark smirked as he watched him run away.

He turned back to his taping, but for some reason couldn't get himself to stay focused. His mind kept wandering over to the delicate little Irish boy.

Mark groaned, scratching his head and trying to continue working, but his mind was relentless.

All he could think about was Jackjackjackjack.

His excessive mind kept running and running, his brain was intent on keeping an image of Jack in Mark's head.

All Mark could think about was Jack's precious body. From his fingers to his cute little legs, and his arms, just everything about the boy was physically pleasing. Why was Mark so set on thinking about it now, why couldn't he let it go?

He had to see him, he had to see that god forsaken body before he went insane.

Mark got up quickly and nearly sprinted to the doorway of the living room. He looked inside and saw him, standing on the couch on his tippy toes. The boys sweatshirt was a little small on him, and it rode up when Jack reached up, making Mark bite his lip because wow. It wasn't much but seeing the boys porcelain skin made him excited.

Mark watched Jack as he slumped down onto the soles of his feet. He couldn't see the front side of his head, but he knew there was a pout there.

Jack was doing was Mark had said, he was getting the banner as high as he could. But even then, the boys high was too high for him to reach.

Mark wasn't even doing anything, he was just watching Jack and his struggling. He was watching him try to get the tape off the dispenser and hold the banner up at the same time. Mark admired his courageous efforts, but there was no way he'd get that banner up in time for the party, going at it like this.

"Do I really have to be the one to help him?" Felix spoke up, suddenly appearing next to Mark. The pink haired boy was startled, not realizing the Swedish boy had been standing next to him for a great deal of time.