superman // septiplier

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an: wow yikes double digits already
AND LOOK AT MY SMOL BEANS UP THERE IM :'( THEYRE SO HEART EYE EMOJI :(

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Friday - 11 hours til The Date

Mark could feel his body start to wake up, but he didn't open his eyes. He could still feel Jacks breathing against his chest, and the boy sighed out at the content feeling.

He tightened his grip around Jacks small frame, pulling him into his own body, even closer than he was before.

Mark sighed out, and nudged his nose against the top of Jacks head, breathing the boy in, and instantly feeling good.

His face started to cringe a bit when he thought of last night. He didn't really wanna talk about it, but he knew he wasn't gonna get anywhere with Jack if he ignored it. He wanted to keep Jack safe, but he didn't want to make him upset again.

Mark felt Jack sniffle, and fidget a bit in his sleep. Mark held him tighter, not wanting him to go anywhere.

Mark never really planned on becoming infatuated with Jack, or even going on a date with him. But here he was, holding Jack for dear life.

He let one of his hands trail down to Jacks shorts, slipping one of his fingers into them. The finger started to rub down, and all over the Irish boys hipbone, tracing around the structure many times, enjoying the warm feeling he got from it.

He slipped another finger in, and then a third, until his whole hand was situated against Jacks hip. Mark felt Jack shift his hips in his sleep, moving them slightly as Mark trailed around them.

He smiled and took his other hand and went up and down Jacks back again. His hand on Jacks hipbone, now gripped it, and Jack whimpered quietly in his sleep.

Mark kissed the top of Jacks head, and dragged his nails lightly down Jacks back, who involuntarily bucked his hips. Mark decided then to stop, because he was sure Jack didn't know what he was doing.

"Mark," Jack mumbled, making the pink haired boy look down at him, seeing his eyes were still closed. He now noticed Jack gripping his one half of his flannel, and chuckled a little. Jack was still asleep, and was dreaming about him.

Mark smiled, and took his hand away from his hip, placing it on his waist and shook his body.

"Angel wake up," He said, taking the other hand and threading his fingers through Jacks hair. The boy started to stir, furrowing his eyebrows and shifting his body, until he opened his eyes.

His eyes were squinting as he looked up at Mark's face, "Good morning," He said with a smile

"Morning," Mark said back, still running his hand through Jacks hair.

Jack released his grip on Mark's shirt, not even knowing when or how he had grabbed it in his sleep. He pushed against Mark's chest and turned his body away, covering his mouth so he could yawn.

Mark smiled at Jack, and looked around the room. He sat up in the bed, but Mark didn't move. He just watched Jack.

Jack smiled small, and looked down at Mark. His smile grew when he saw how sleepy the boy looked, with his hair all ruffled, and his shirt all wrinkly, Jacks smile grew.

"I like that shirt." Jack admitted, laying back down on the bed, and turning on his side. It wasn't long before Mark reached out and grabbed the boy, pulling him in again.

"M'glad you do," Mark secured his arms around Jacks waist again, while Jack reached both his hands up and ran his hands over Mark's beard, "I particularly like this shirt as well." Mark said.