The Mark *Septiplier* {DISCONTINUED}

Chapter 11

Heyy guys! I'm baaack!! Please don't kill me for being gone for like 6 months.. I love you guys.. you wouldn't hurt me, I?

Anyway, this is the LONGEST chapter I've ever written, so, yeah..

This was meant to be a Birthday Chap in honor of Jack.. but.. I'm a bit late...

Smut..?
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Mark's POV

I woke up to Jack curled up against my side. PAX is this weekend, and we're both super excited for it. Then it hits me... Today's Jack's birthday! I need to do something special for him... Maybe breakfast on bed? 

I try to weasel my way out of Jack's vice-like grip around my body. Damn, someone likes to cuddle. After about 10 minutes of silently struggling and squirming, I'm finally free. The weight shift on the bed must've woken him up a bit because he turned to me with sleepy eyes and mumbled something. I kissed his head and told him to sleep. He nods lazily and rolls back over.

I swiftly glide over to the closet to check and see that I've still got those things in there. I do. I gently shut the closet doors before creeping over to the bedroom door and stalking down the hall into the kitchen.

I pull out the pancake mix, bacon, sausage, eggs, and other breakfast-y things. After mixing up the pancakes, I get the sausage and bacon on to cook. I get a pot of coffee going while I'm flipping the pancakes. I'm about to have everything ready when I hear soft padding coming down the hallway. Dammit...

I pretend to ignore the sound, and not long after I'm rewarded by a pair of arms snaking their way around my torso and warm breath on my back.

"Morning, Sleeping Beauty."

"Morning, Mark. Whatcha making?"

"Well, it was supposed to be breakfast in bed for the birthday boy. But since you're up, I guess it's just breakfast now.. Coffee's over there." I point my thumb over to where the coffee pot is sitting in all its caffeinated glory.

"There's coffee? Bye, fam."

His sudden energy for coffee is too adorable. He's too adorable. I can't wait til later... I watch as he gets a mug out of the cabinet, having to strain on his tiptoes to reach. He goes over and pours himself a larger serving, nearly having the coffee break the surface tension and spill over. He adds about 3 spoonfuls of sugar, stirring it slightly, before taking a sip and sighing in satisfaction.

"How can you drink it black? It's so bitter."

"Ehh.. I'm used to it I guess. I was never big on adding milk to my coffee."

"I could never do that. I have to add milk, creme, or something to it to help the taste."

Laughing, he sways over and grabs my shirt, pulling me down to his height and plants a kiss on my lips, before pulling away just slightly, letting his lips linger mere centimeters away from mine. Suddenly he let's me go, pulling away, smiling.

"What about now?"

Licking my lips, I taste him and the coffee, still feeling the sensation of his lips on mine. It tasted and felt so good..

"...Now, that's a different story... Oh! Breakfast is ready."

"About damn time.. I'm starving"

I go over and get the pancakes and bacon off the stove and start splitting everything up between us, subtly giving Jack more since it is his birthday.