superman // septiplier

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[an] ken is SO hot gtg !
+ this story has almost 100 votes and that makes me really happy lmao

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Jack laid in bed the morning after, a little regretful that he didn't call Felix to tell him he wasn't coming home, but perfectly fine with staring at Mark's (really) pretty sleeping face.

The Irish boy smiled, happy to be able to wake up before Mark for the first time. Jack didn't realize how much of a blessing it was, he didn't realize how pretty mornings could be.

His eyes traveled across Mark's eyelids, and up the boys un-crinkled nose, past his eyebrows and up to his roots. He almost reached up to touch the dark colors, but stopped himself quickly to ensure this gorgeous moment he was in.

Instead, he let his eyes do the work, running along all the waves and swoops of Mark's hair. They trained in on the light light color of the ends, frowning a bit when he noticed how faded the pink color had actually become. It could be considered blonde, but that's a bit overzealous.

But all in all, Jack felt content.

He sighed out, and froze a little when he felt Mark's arm around his waist move. Jack glanced up at Mark's face, watching it carefully to see if he had waken up (which he hadn't).

But he smiled to himself when he noticed Mark's grip on him had tightened. Jack grinned even wider and snuggled his arms into Mark's chest, as both boys were laying on their sides. Jack's body curled up into Mark, with his head against Mark's chest, and their legs tangled.

Jack's smile stayed permanent on his face as he took one of his hands, and pressed it softly against Mark's chest. He didn't want to wake Mark up, he just couldn't resist the urge anymore to touch the boys skin.

He moved his head a little closer, happily inhaling the scent of Mark as his fingers slid softly across his chest. Jack pressed his lips against the skin, leaving the area peppered in small, delicate kisses.

Jack pouted when he felt Mark's hands run up his back, and his breath on the top of his head.

"Morning angel," Mark said, his voice rough and gravely, "Can't believe you actually woke up before me."

Jack looked up at Mark, "Neither can I," He whispered, his throat hurting, "But I'm kinda glad I did because you're really pretty when you sleep." Jack shuffled his body up to reach Mark's head. He kissed him and immediately cringed.

"But your breath sure isn't," Jack giggled, bringing his hands up to cup Mark's face with his hands. Mark blushed in embarrassment, and unraveled himself from Jack. It made the boy frown, but he remained laying in the bed silently as he watched Mark move across the room into the bathroom.

After thinking it over, Jack decided to get up and follow after Mark. He peeked his head into the bathroom cautiously, and saw him brushing his teeth. Jack smiled, walking over to the sink. He hopped up onto it, staring at Mark as Jack's legs dangled off the side.

Mark stopped brushing momentarily to glance at Jack, "What?" He asked, barely audible due to the fact that his mouth was filled with toothpaste.

Jack giggled, looking around, trying to spot a towel. When he did he grabbed it and brought it up to Mark's face, wiping most of the fluoride off of his chin. Without knowing, Mark migrated towards Jack, instinctively stepping in between his legs. Jack licked his lips, trying to get the rest of the toothpaste off of Mark's chin.

Mark leaned over the sink and spit out the paste that was in his mouth. He turned the faucet on and rinsed his mouth out, successfully getting everything out of it, including his bad breath.