superman // septiplier

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[an] peep at this amazing thing I created
I cri its so pretty
(if you saw that it was published before I am sorry I didn't mean to do that I hope u did not read it oh geez)

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"And you had to scare him because?" Mark asked with a questioning look on his face. Jack groaned, rolling his eyes and slumping over on the bed.

"It was supposed to be about the laughs! Not about the finance!" The Irish boy whined, slightly regretful of what he did to Felix's poor phone.

At the moment, Mark was leaning against the headboard, throwing a tennis ball up to the ceiling and catching it as it fell. Genuinely enjoying the calm atmosphere.

Jack on the other hand, was sprawled out on his stomach at the foot of the bed, groaning and whining about money and Felix's "stupid ass fucking phone."

"But you made him drop it into his bowl, it's kind of your fault." Mark pointed out, and Jack scoffed, lifting his head from the previous position it was in (his face was pressed against the blanket).

"It is not my fault!" Jack said, very offended as he got up into a kneeling position on the bed. Mark caught the tennis ball and held it for the time being, as he glanced over at Jack. He looked over his body quickly before raising his own eyebrow at the boy.

Jack crossed his arms, "It's not! Felix is just.. He's just clumsy and didn't have a good grip on his phone." He attempted to explain, but Mark didn't buy it.

"It's your own fault," Mark said, and resumed throwing his tennis ball. Jack huffed, and crawled closer to Mark. Jack timed it, and when the tennis ball started falling, Jack got up onto his knees and reached up, catching the ball. He then proceeded to throw it across the room, and turn back to Mark with a glare.

"Take it back," Jack said angrily. Mark only licked his lips at how close the boy had gotten, and smirked.

"No." Mark said, and Jack whined. He hit Mark's chest softly.

"Mark, come on!" He said with a pout, and his arms crossed, "Say it's not my fault."

"Make me,"

Jacks jaw dropped slightly, a bit taken back by what Mark said. But, nonetheless he uncrossed his arms and placed his hands onto Mark's chest. He slowly brought his body on top of Mark's, and leaned his head down so that his nose was right against Mark's.

"Take it back," Jack whispered, feeling Mark's hands around his hips. They soon slipped under the boys shirt, and went up his back occasionally.

Mark bit his lip, still at the third time around in this position, was so affected by the boy, "No," he said again, and Jack shifted his hips.

Jack kissed Mark slowly, and raised his hips up a little, so that they were hovering slightly over Mark's.

"Mark," Jack said, and licked Mark's bottom lip before going in for another kiss, "You should take it back."

Mark began to grip around Jacks hips, "Oh? What are you gonna do if I don't?"

Jack smiled, "I thought you'd never ask,"