Septiplier One Shots

I'm Here [nsfw bonus]

Jack started bouncing his leg nervously. Shite. Should he like lay on the bed? Is that strange? He wants to look sexy and all. Does his breath smell? He did shower just before he got on the plane so he's ok, right? Is he even sexy?

Jack looked down at his outfit. Oh god, he wasn't sexy. He was not sexy... Why had he decided to wear a cat shirt, nothing screams loser like a fucking cat shirt. He could take his shirt off? He's too pale for that, Jack thought. It's too late to worry now about never getting any sorta tan.

Mark was tan though, well, not tan but still. He always seemed glow softly. It was beautiful but he kinda shined. Not the good kind more like the kind that hurts your eyes because he was too pale. Shit, Mark knows this right? He's not gonna be grossed out by his lanky, pale self, is he? No that's absolutely absurd.

Jack looked around the room. It really was nice. He could see himself spending time in here, a lot of not. Just laying and sleeping, enjoying life. Jack hear the door creak open and he nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Mark! Christ you scared m- Chicca!" Jack exclaimed at the dog who trotted into the room and up to Jack. "Hey girl, do you remember me? Jack? I was here a while ago, your daddy kinda likes me, maybe loves me, did he ever mention me?" Jack stared at the dog as if he was expecting a response. He was in a way, silly thought. "Do you like my hair? I got it green for charity, your daddy got his pink but now it's blue. Don't tell him but it's really fucking sexy," Jack said with a slight giggle as he stroked the dogs head. Jack heard the front door start opening and a voice call out his name, "I'm in here!" Jack called out. The dog trotted out, just the same as it had come in.

Jack felt his nerves skyrocket at the sound Mark. Within seconds he was just there. Just standing in the door frame and Jack felt his legs standing him up on there own accord. Mark looked beautiful. His smile was too bright to look at, perfect and warm. He felt himself walking over and two arm wrap around him. He buried his face into his neck and felt himself start to tear up. "I've missed you," Jack sobbed out quietly.

Mark let out a watery laugh, he must have started crying too. "I have to," Mark pulled Jack back so he could at him, "more than you'd ever know."

Jack took a deep breath. "Show me."

Mark pulled back slightly, hands gripping the Irishman's waist. Jack could feel them slightly trembling on him. His own hands had somehow ended up draping themselves over Mark's shoulders. "Huh," the taller man replied, he ran his tongue lightly over his lips. Jack felt his eyes follow the movement.

"Show me how much you missed me."

Everything felt like it was happening too fast and at the same time too slow. Mark had smiled, it was so small you could almost it and Jack felt a chuckle leave his lips before Mark's had laid his across them silencing the rest of the laugh.

The hands on his waist gripped tightly and his own hands hands had slowly thread through the half-Asians hair. Jack smiled into the kiss at the feel of Mark's hair, it was soft. He had guessed it'd be soft. A small gasp left his lips at the feel of something wet and warm. It took him a second but he opened his own mouth.

Despite his best efforts a moan escaped his throat. The embarrassment was short lived because only seconds later Mark let out a groan and started balling up Jack's shirt. His hands slowly slide under and ran alongs Jack's thin frame. "Sorry," Jack mumbled when they broke for air, resting his forehead on Mark's.

"For what?"

"The shirts not sexy, also I'm sorta too pale," Jack mumbled, feeling out breath. Almost like he had just run a marathon.

"Well if the shirts not sexy we can solve that by taking it off and I'll be the judge of the rest." Jack's face flared at the words. He felt Mark's hands tugging at the hem of his shirt, asking for permission. Jack nodded. Mark pulled back and pushed Jack backwards, guiding him to the edge of the bed. Mark pulled the shirt over Jack's body and tossed it over his shoulder. Jack felt the need to cross his arms, he wasn't always this shy but I mean it was understandable. Before he got chance to he falling backwards and suddenly Mark was on top of him leaning over him. Mark stared at Jack for a second. His eyes skirting all over before locking onto his icy eyes. Mark leaned his head towards his ear, "Beautiful," he whispered sending shivers through Jack. Mark caught Jack's ear tugging it gently as he rose. A whimper left Jack's lips. He could feel himself not only getting too tight in the pants but also Mark.