The Wolf Among Us (Septiplier) [hiatus]

Chapter Fourteen

It had been about a week since Mark and Seán had officially become boyfriends, and they'd both readily admit that they loved it. Mark would explain it like this: It was like being friends, but better because you could actually do and say more things than you normally would.

They'd sent each other their fair share of cute texts (and maybe even a few risky ones from Mark's side), mostly of which consisted of selfies and compliments for said selfies. It was honestly really cute--unless you looked at it from a friend's point-of-view.

Mark was currently at Wade's house, sitting on his couch along with Bob and Wade himself, supposed to be watching their intense game of Gang Beasts--but, alas, he was sitting on Wade's couch, texting his boyfriend while giggling like a little girl, and therefore not watching their intense game of Gang Beasts.

"Mark!" he heard called out to him. He flinched greatly, his head snapping up from his screen to face his verbal assaulter. Both of the other men were looking at him expectantly, as if he'd actually heard what they had been saying to him this entire time.

"What?" he asked, eyes wide in confusion. One minute he was texting his boyfriend cute little things, and the next he was being yelled at! He couldn't believe it.

"What the hell can you be looking at that causes you to giggle that much?" Wade questioned exasperatingly, throwing his hands about in the way only he does. He then crossed his arms, that all-knowing look on his face. "Mark, are you watching porn?"

Mark spluttered. "What!? No!" His cheeks burned and he glanced down at his phone again. "I just..." He then got another message, which caused him to smile even more and another soft laugh to leave his mouth.

"Okay," Bob stated firmly, setting his controller down on the coffee table, "I'm getting down to the bottom of this." He suddenly reached forward, startling Mark as his phone was yanked from his grip.

"Hey! Give that back!" he screeched, standing up and desperately reaching for his phone as his friend held it tight within his grasp. Bob then started cackling, along with Wade, and stood up, stretching his arm above his head and tilting the phone screen down so he could see what was going on.

"You're just texting someone," he began, grinning down at Mark as he continued to hold the phone above his head, "I don't really see what the problem is." He then stopped himself as he glanced back at the phone, his smile falling. "Oh."

The pink-haired man jumped up, frantically clawing at Bob's hand. "C'mon, Bob, gimme my phone!" he whined.

The other man complied, lowering the phone and placing it in Mark's hand with a blank expression on his face. He questioned quietly, "When were you gonna tell us?"

Well shit. I guess that ruins everything. Mark knew exactly what Bob meant by his question--'When were you gonna tell us that you two are together?'--but he decided to play dumb. "What do you mean?" he responded, trying to portray as much innocence and confusion as possible.

"You know exactly what I mean." Bob seemed...angry?--for some reason--as if he was personally offended that he hadn't been told this "great secret"--well, that was until a wide grin broke out on his face and he began laughing. Mark frowned, more confused than he'd ever been in the past... well, ever. "When were you gonna tell us that you two were so cute!?" Bob practically squealed, causing Mark's cheeks to redden.

"Oh," he said, scratching the back of his neck. "Yeah, about that..." He clutched his phone tighter in his hand, as if it was his lifeline. "We've kinda been... y'know..."

"No, we don't know," Wade jumped in. It seemed as if he was curious as well now, leaned forward in his seat and eyebrows raised. "'You've kinda been'... talking? Dating? Doing the do?"