superman // septiplier

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[an] ok cool this book has 2k reads now and that's fucking sick holy dunce nuggets thank u this makes me so !!!:)!?
but like how time have I accidentally pressed publish on chapters I haven't finished

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Jack stared at his boyfriends face contently, his eyes tracing Mark's features like he had so many times before. He wanted to reach out and touch him but he didn't want to wake him up, he knew Mark was going to have a long day tomorrow.

Jack rolled over and grabbed his phone, looking at the time.

1:53 am

Okay, he meant today.

He turned his body back so that his eyes could travel Mark's sleepy face, something he learned that he liked to do a lot, sometimes doing it without even noticing.

He felt his fingers tingle with the want to touch, but he held back. Instead he let his eyes do what he desperately wanted his hands to.

"I'm worried about tomorrow," Jack whispered softly, talking to Mark as if he's actually awake. He looked down and Mark's arms laying sleepily around Jack's waist, not feeling them stir or show any indication that Mark was awake.

"I don't want your mom to hate me," He continued to speak, "She didn't like Tyler and," Jack pursed his lips, struggling to get out what he was trying to say, "Like you know, I know you think I'm confident about your mom liking me but," He breathed in a shaky breath.

"But I'm actually fucking terrified,"

Jack frowned, burying his head into Mark's neck, wanting him awake, "I'm so scared of her not liking me because that's your mom," He chuckled quietly, "Like that's gonna be my in law one day,"

Jack froze, and darted his head back, looking around at Mark's features to see if he was awake, now more anxiety ridden than ever.

"Mark?" He asked, hoping to god there wasn't going to be an answer because he didn't mean to say that out loud. Jack felt a knot tie in his stomach, as he glanced around Mark's face and body, which were not moving at all. The only thing moving was his chest, going up and down.

But Jack still got worried that Mark was faking it, and so he quickly got up and shot across the room into the bathroom, breathing heavily.

Jack shook his head, not wanting to think about what he was thinking about at all. He wanted those thoughts gone and he wanted to sleep.

He actually wanted to talk to Mark and call him pretty every chance he got but, he also wanted to let him sleep. Mark was pretty when he slept, Jack could just admire him quietly.

So Jack got himself under control and walked back out, going to the side he was on and sitting cross legged on the bed, reaching out to Mark and delicately brushed a hair out of his face.

"You're so pretty Mark," Jack smiled, bringing his hand slowly back to his body, not wanting it to leave Mark's warmth, "I hope you know that," Jack smiled at the boy, listening to his soft soft snoring, smiling even wider at how cute it was.

"I love you," He whispered, expecting a response but soon realizing he wasn't going to get one, considering the boy was asleep. Jack would keep it that way. For Mark's sake.