Septiplier One-Shots

Hangovers

Mark clutched the sides of the toilet as he emptied his stomach into it, regretting his decisions earlier that night. He knew the doctor had told him he needed to quit drinking, and he thought just a few shots wouldn't do anything. But, turns out a few shots got him a little more than tipsy, and he ended up practically getting full on wasted. Luckily, his boyfriend had been there to stop him from drinking more, and Mark went home and immediately crashed onto the bed. It was currently three in the morning, making Mark regret his decision even more.

Mark got rid of what was left in his stomach and rested his forehead against the seat, letting in and out deep breaths. He had the taste of throw up on his tongue, and he felt his whole body start to get hot, leaving him to throw up in the toilet again. 

Mark felt gentle hands pull back some of his hair as he continued to release what was in his stomach, a bit of relief flooding over him. He finished once more and felt arms around his waist, someone sitting behind him and placing a kiss on the back of his neck. The arms around Mark gave him a gentle squeeze, pressing their nose in his hair. 

"You okay?" the person holding Mark asked, starting to gently rub Mark's hips. 

"N-no..." Mark whimpered, gripping the sides of the toilet tighter. He threw up once more, mostly liquid, and rested his head against the toilet seat again. The material felt cool against his hot skin, giving Mark a small sense of calming. The person behind Mark pulled the sick man into his lap, kissing the back of his neck again and gently rubbing Mark's stomach. 

"I d-don't feel good-d, J-Jack..." Mark whimpered again, feeling tears run down his cheeks. 

"Mark, baby, please don't cry..." Jack whispered, slowly turning Mark around in his lap. Jack wiped the few tears off of Mark's face and gave him and kiss on the forehead, then his nose, and both his cheeks. 

"Let's get you into the bath, yeah?" Jack asked. Mark shakily nodded and Jack picked up his boyfriend, setting him on the edge of the bathtub as he started running water. Jack let the tub fill up halfway and shimmied Mark out of his pajamas, setting him gently in the bathtub, Mark quietly humming as the water enveloped him. 

"Please don't leave." Mark croaked out. Jack sat down by the tub and held Mark's hand, placing a kiss on the back of it. 

"I won't." Jack said.

The two stayed in the bathroom for another hour, cracking jokes and smiling. Jack took Mark out of the bath and dried him off with the fluffiest towel he could find. Jack dressed his boyfriend in Mark's own boxers, along with one of Jack's over sized hoodies. Mark felt relief instantly as soon as the fabric was slipped over him, the hoodie smelling like his boyfriend and giving him comfort. The two were sneaking kisses in the whole time, Jack trying his hardest to make Mark feel better. 

The two curled up on their shared bed with Mark as the little spoon, Jack constantly placing small kisses on the back of Mark's neck. 

"I love you..." Mark mumbled, feeling himself start to fall asleep. 

"I love you too, Mark. So much."