Don't Tell Wade - A Septiplier FanFiction

Part Two: Don't Touch Me

    Mark quickly got off of Jack's bed and rushed to grab his pants, tripping over his own feet while doing so. Both of the men's heart's were racing. "Where the fuck is my shirt!?" Jack shouted to Mark. They could hear Wades footsteps creek on the old wooden floors, getting closer to the bedroom. "Mark?" Wade was starting to loose his patience. Mark found one of his own shirts under the his bed and tossed it at him. "Put this on!" Mark commanded. Jack quickly put his arms into his flannel shirt, buttoning it up as fast as he could. "Hurry, Jack!" Mark exclaimed, zipping his loose jeans up. "I'm fuckin' trying!" Jack exclaimed in anger. "He's almost here, do something!" The door swung open. Their hearts sunk to their stomachs. "Are you guys okay?" Wade asked while stepping into Jack's room.
    He couldn't beileve what he was seeing. It was obvious what they were doing. "This isn't what it looks like!" shouted a half naked Jack. "We were... we..." Mark struggled to think of an explanation. "We were... uh... getting dressed!" Jack said, sounding guilty. Wade was still standing by the door, frozen, not a word to say. "Wade..." Mark got off the edge of the bed and reached out to grab Wade's shoulder.
    "DON'T TOUCH ME!" Wade screamed. Both Jack and Mark's eyes widened. He stormed out of the room, making his way towards the door. Jack huffed. "Goddammit, Mark." "This  isn't my fault!" Mark struck back, buttoning his jeans, "If you would have stayed quiet, we would still be fucking right now!" "You're the one who wanted to have a stupid 'dick contest'," Jack snapped, pulling his shorts up over his naked lower half. Mark was baffled. He didn't know what to say. His eyes started watering, he felt as if he made a mistake. Jack looked over to him, feeling a sense of guilt. "Babe, you know I didnt mean..." Jack began, showing sympathy for his boyfriend. "Don't talk to me." Mark interrupted. He grabbed his shirt and stormed out of his bedroom and out into the rain, with Wade. Jack was too stressed to go after him now. He finished dressing himself.
     Jack fell back on his bed. "Fuck."