Enjoy Your Stay...(x Reader)

Chapter 11

**(Y/F/N)- YOUR FIRST NAME  (Y/M/N)- YOUR MIDDLE NAME**

I was breathing heavily, in sync with Jack. We were still sweating, and naked. Then, I felt an arm wrap around my hot and sweaty body. "Jack, get off of me," I giggled and scooted away from him, only for him to scoot closer. "Let's go one more round?" He growled and started kissing my hickey-fied neck. I giggle and squirmed at his touch because he was tickling me more than anything. "Sean, Mark'll be home any minute now. We can later," I told him and gently pushed him away. He sighed, but wrapped his right arm around me, again. This time, I didn't care to do anything but let him.

The only you could hear in our room was the sound of our own breathing; it was soft breathing, not like earlier. Since my right arm was trapped under Jack's, I used my left hand to grabbed my phone off of the table and check it. My eyes widened at all the notifications I had. "Sean, we have to get dressed now--"

"(Y/N)! I'M HOME!" I jumped up from the bed and began getting dressed again. Mark will kill me or Jack if he finds out we had sex. "Shit," I mumbled and fell onto the floor, attempting to pull my sweats back on. I accidently woke up Jack from what looked like a comfortable sleep.

"The fuck ya doin'?" He yawned and scratched his neck.

"Mark's home," I panicked and pulled my flannel back on.

"HE'S WHAT?"

"(Y/N)! ARE YOU UPSTAIRS?" Mark called out.

"Get dressed ya fuckin' moron," I whispered to Jack and threw his clothes at him. "Uh, yeah, I was just, uh, getting more comfortable clothes on." That's when knocking began on our bedroom door. Eeeek! He can't know! I thought frantically and went over to the door.

"Wait up, I'm just, uh, getting a shirt on," I lied.

"Oh okay. Hey, have you seen Jack?" He asked through the door.

"He's in the, uh, bathroom taking a shower."

"Oh, well, when he's done, tell him to come downstairs."

"Will do, big bro." I glared at Jack steadily getting his pants back on. He flashed me a quick smile. I motioned for him to hurry up.

"Make sure you soak your hair and do whatever it is guys do after the shower," I told him and walked out of the door, going slowly down the stairs. Mark was in the living room with his laptop, scrolling through the comments of his newest video. "Hey, Mark," I plopped down beside him and watched what he was doing. He smiled at me and said, "Jack almost done?"

"Uh, yeah, I think so," I replied and smiled back.

"Okay. Well how come I didn't hear the water in your guys' room?"

"He was just now getting out." He nodded and actually believed me. I breathed a fresh breath of relief as Jack came jogging down the stairs. "Hey, Gang," He greeted us and sat on the chair next to the couch. His hair was somewhat soaked, but maybe Mark will fall for it. "So, (Y/n), how come you weren't answering my calls earlier?" He asked and looked me dead in my grey eyes. I swallowed and tried to make it look like I wasn't scared. "I was napping," I lied. He once again nodded and shut his computer off, turning to Jack and I. "So, napping, huh?" We nodded simultaneously. "Like together?" He continued. "Yeah," We said.

"(Y/n), I notice you're wearing Jack's flannel and his burgundy sweats," Mark pointed out. I looked down to see that he was right. Uh oh, busted, I thought.

"I'm wearing them 'cause they were the first things I spotted," I laughed nervously. He knows I'm lying, he can see right through my eyes, I thought. He finds out, we're dead. "Alright, well, I'm gonna go shower," He said and began walking up the steps. I exhaled my breath and looked over at Jack who looked completely relieved. We were off the hook until: "(Y/F/N) (Y/M/N) FISCHBACH! WHY THE FUCK IS THERE A USED CONDOM LYING ON THE BED?! I FUCKING KNEW YOU TWO HAD SEX!" Yup. Busted, and dead.