Septiplier

Onions

Jack was in Mark's kitchen helping prepare for the burgers they were going to have that night. Jack let his thoughts stray to Mark. The way his eyes lit up when he was excited about something. His killer smile. His muscular and toned body. Jack was pulled back to reality when he finished chopping the tomato. "I'm so lucky to have a guy like Mark for a boyfriend," Jack thought.

Jack proceeded to grab the onions from their rack in the corner of Mark's spacious kitchen. Jack usually turns on the oven's vent before chopping the onions as his eyes were extremely sensitive to the fumes, but he couldn't find the button to turn on Mark's vent. "Oh, to hell with it," he thought not wanting to bother Mark, Ryan,or Matt with it. He searched through Mark's knife rack to find the sharpest one as he previously read that the sharper blade reduces the onion fumes. He slowly began chopping, preparing for the worst. He was pleasantly surprised when it only stung a little. He felt his eyes water up, but nothing too horrible. He quickly swiped the tears away and scraped the onions into a bowl. He brought the lettuce, tomatoes, cheese, and onions outside to where Ryan was grilling hamburger patties. Jack set bowls onto the patio table and turned to smile at his boyfriend who was having a conversation with Matt. Mark's face quickly turned to worry and he rushed to Jack's side. "Will you come with me?" Mark urged not really giving Jack a choice as he pulled him inside the house and closed the sliding glass door.

"What are you doing Mark?" Jack questioned but Mark apparently didn't hear as he just continued to pull Jack toward his bedroom. "Oh, well I like where this is going," Jack internally remarked and smirked. Only when Mark had both of them inside and shut his bedroom door, he wasn't smiling. He was actually frowning. Mark rushed over to Jack and sat them both down on the bed. Jack looked at Mark whose eyes were threatening to spill over with tears.

Mark suddenly spoke up, "Oh baby, what's wrong?" Jack gave Mark a quizzical look but before he could reply Mark was talking again. "Did I do something to upset you," Mark paused trying to think if he had done anything wrong, "or did someone do something to hurt you?" he continued. Mark suddenly pulled up Jack's sleeves as if to check for possible bruises.

Meanwhile Jack was trying to figure out what was making Mark act this way. "Is Mark just paranoid about something, and if so, then what?" Jack thought all while Mark was mumbling to himself about something making Jack cry. "Oh, I see. He thinks that I was upset when I finished chopping the onions." Jack thought then chuckled.

Mark was now the one with a tear streaked face as he looked up at Jack. "Are you laughing at me?" He questioned in a whisper. Before Jack could respond Mark spoke once again. "Oh no," he said placing hands on either side of his head, "you're breaking up with me aren't you?" He looked into Jack's eyes and let the tears flow freely now. "B-but I love you." Mark admitted and took Jack by surprise.

"He loves me? He's never said that to me before," Jack thought to himself while feeling a warmth spread in his chest. Jack took Mark's hands from his wet face, brought them to his lips, and placed a light kiss on each hand. Mark sniffled and looked at Jack with confusion. "Mark," Jack addressed him with a sweet voice, "I wasn't crying."

"But your face was red and you eyes were puffy. You don't have to lie to me. You can tell me what's wrong." Mark replied with a voice so soft Jack almost missed it.

Jack smiled and quickly replied, "Babe, I was just cutting an onion."

"Oh," Mark whispered as embarrassment flushed his already pink cheeks.

"But," Jack said, taking Mark's face in his hands, "I love you too."

"Y-you don't have to say that if you don't m-" Mark paused to hiccup but before he could continue Jack was the one to interrupt.

"I do mean it Mark. I wouldn't say something serious like that if I wasn't one-hundred percent sure I meant it," Jack said said sincerely.

Mark suddenly realizing how close they actually were, took advantage of the situation and kissed Jack. Jack was surprised but quickly kissed back. He though back to his earlier premonition of where things were going as they entered the bedroom and fully believed that things were heading in that direction. Mark separated the kiss to lay Jack down on the bed and straddle his hips. "This will be fun," Jack thought as he prepared for the night's coming events.

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Hey y'all! Another chapter! I thought this one turned out kinda cute, but it was leading to something a little steamy! (; Let me know if you want me to write a part 2 (Most likely with "just a little" smut). And meanwhile don't forget to COMMENT AND VOTE!! Those two things really help inspire me to keep writing these! I truly appreciate y'all's reads, votes, and comments. It means a lot that a loser like me can write little stories about her two favorite people. Thanks for the support and I'll see y'all in the next chapter! Until then, bye!

-rooskie