superman // septiplier

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an: FELIX LOOKS SO GOOD ALL OF THE TIME IM ANGRY
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Jack sat with his legs uncrossed in the car, glancing out the window. He watched each car pass, using this as a distraction from looking at Mark.

The first few minutes in the car, where he did stare at Mark, Mark looked back at Jack with a giant grin, and it made Jack blush.

So instead he spent the ride back looking away, so the nerves in his face wouldn't burst.

Jack smiled to himself, thinking back to when Mark had asked him on date. His smile got even wider, and he had to bite on his finger to surpress it.

Mark noticed and smiled along with him. In all honesty, Mark didn't even realize he had asked Jack out, until the sentence had finished, and Jack was physically happy.

Mark almost whispered shit, when he realized that he didn't know what to do for it. Where was he supposed to take Jack? And when? Mark moved around in his seat, and held the steering wheel a little tighter.

Jack noticed and looked over, "Are you okay?"

"M'fine,"

Mark looked over at Jack, and saw the unconvinced look on his face. His eyebrow was raised, as he looked at Mark with a small smile.

"Angel, I promise I'm fine." Mark said, making Jacks eyes widen, and his cheeks flush red. He turned his head away and looked at the cars passing again.

Mark still kept his eyes on the pretty boy next to him, even though he probably should've been looking at the road.

He's going on a date with him, Jacksepticeye was going on a date with Mark.

Mark smiled and glanced at the road again.

Mark took one of his hands off the steering wheel, and placed it on the console next to him. He looked at Jack, and saw he was still watching the cars outside. He glanced back at the road and reached across, and let his hand lay on Jacks thigh.

Jack gasped, "Mark," and immediately tensed up. Mark smirked, and moved his hand up to Jacks knee.

"Mark what are you," Jack couldn't even make out a full sentence because Mark started to run his hand up and down Jacks thigh, and Jack started to breathe heavily.

Mark was teasing Jack, and the Irish boy didn't know how to feel about it. He didn't know if he should stop Mark's actions, or let him do what he wants.

Oh god that sounded so submissive, Jack thought, and picked up Mark's hand, and put it back onto the console.

Mark looked at Jack, and saw his arms were crossed and his legs still were not.

He put his hand back onto Jack, and this time gripped onto it, so Jack couldn't pull it off.

Jack let out a quiet whine, which Mark heard loud and clear. So he ran his hand up and down Jacks legs again, and Jack didn't think about taking it off again.

Every voice inside Mark's mind was screaming "Mark fucking stop," or "Pace yourself dear lord! Stop touching Jack!" But Mark listened to none of them.

Mark dragged his hand, further and further down Jacks leg, soon reaching the end of Jacks shorts. He didn't hesitate for a second, before dipping under the fabric, and sliding his hand further down Jacks leg.

Jack closed his eyes and leaned his head against the seat, breathing out Mark's name.

Mark smiled, "Baby I hope you know, I'm literally not doing anything to you."