Septiplier One-Shots

Back Pains

Jack groaned as he flopped onto the bed, feeling his back tense up. He winced as he felt the muscles tighten, letting out a groan as he gently rolled over on his back. Jack threw his arms above his head, shielding out the light coming from the window. 

"Jack?" a voice asked. Jack removed his arms and looked toward the source, seeing his boyfriend in the doorway to the connected bathroom. A towel was around his waist, his hair slightly drooping in front of his face. 

"Hey, Mark..." Jack said, his arms returning back to his face. Mark walked over to the bed and sat down beside Jack, running a hand through the smaller's hair.

"You okay, babe?" Mark asked, running another hand through his boyfriend's hair. 

"No." Jack mumbled, gently grabbing Mark's wrist. Jack laced their fingers together and held them on his forehead. "My back is killing me. I wanna go hide in a hole." 

Mark chuckled and gave Jack's hand another squeeze. "Can I make you feel better?"

Jack laughed. "I'm not exactly feeling up to doing any sexy time, Markimoo." Jack said sarcastically. Mark took his free hand and gently flicked Jack on his temple while the two laughed. 

"You know that's not what I mean." Mark said softly, leaning down and pressing a kiss on Jack's chin. Jack smiled as Mark let go of his hand, feeling the bed shift from losing weight. Mark shut the blinds and gave Jack a peck on the cheek. Jack watched as Mark went to the doorway leading into the hallway, Mar turning back to his boyfriend.

"I'll get you some ice and rub your back when I change, okay?" Mark smiled as he spoke, Jack nodding eagerly when he finished. Jack laid his head back down and enjoyed the darkness as he waited for Mark to come back.

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Twenty minutes later, Jack was on his stomach with an ice pack on his back, FRIENDS playing on the television as he lay on the bed. Mark was still in the bathroom, attempting to tame his hair and trim off a bit of his beard. He appeared from the room a moment later, his hair all over the place and shirtless with sweatpants on. Jack noticed he had shaved off a bit of his beard, but still had some scruff; and that's what Jack liked the most. 

"You look good." Jack said, a smug look on his face. Mark crouched down at the foot of the bed so he was eye level with Jack  , giving him a small grin. Mark leaned forward and pecked Jack's lips, nuzzling his nose after. Jack leaned forward and gave Mark one last peck, Mark standing up and sitting on the bed. Jack took the ice pack off his back and threw it on the ground, letting Mark straddle his very lower back. 

"Does this hurt?" Mark asked. "I can just sit on the side if you want."

"Nah." Jack said, his voice relaxed. "Just make sure to use your knuckles." Mark chuckled and placed his palms on Jack's upper back, starting to rub. Various pops and cracks were heard as Mark continued massaging, the cracks becoming louder as Mark used his knuckles more. 

"I think I popped everything that can, baby." Mark said, getting off of Jack gently. 

"Thank you, Mark." Jack said, sitting up as Mark scooted back against the headboard. Jack sat up and straddled him, Mark's hands gently rubbing over his thighs. "I really appreciate it." 

"Well, I love you," Mark said, starting into Jack's eyes, "and I wanna do whatever I can to make you feel better. " Jack blushed and giggled, rubbing his hands over Mark's bare shoulders. 

"I love you too, Mark." Jack said, kissing Mark's forehead. "Thank you for always being there for me."

"Anytime, beautiful." Mark said, pressing his lips against Jack's. "Anytime."