Septiplier One-Shots

Behind Closed Doors

Mark wore the biggest smile he'd ever worn as he walked down the hallway towards his apartment. He'd just gotten back from PAX and everything was perfect. He got to interact with his subscribers and his fellow YouTubers. It'd been a blast. The only thing missing was Jack, who'd recently gotten extremely sick and, therefore, decided to stay home. But now, Mark was finally going to see his boyfriend for the first time in two weeks, and he was ecstatic. 

As Mark neared the door to the room him and his lover shared, he began to hear laughing, along with a muffled Irish accent. He couldn't help but smile. But once he was close enough to the door to unlock it, the voice became clear enough for him to make out what was being said. The second he heard the topic of conversation, though,  his entire attitude changed instantaneously. 

"I have cream on my head and in my eyes!" Jack screamed at the top of his lungs, as always.

Mark's eyes bulged when he heard that. He couldn't do anything other than stand there and continue to listen.

"Ah, it's on the floor, too! Cum down my face!" 

At this point, Mark didn't want to hear anymore. He wasn't sure what to do. So he stood there, waiting for details that would eliminate his suspicions. 

"I can feel the cream coming down my face! Ugh... I hate being all sticky..."

Mark kept awaiting a reasonable explanation. He trusted Jack and, deep down, he knew there had to be some sort of misunderstanding. 

"I hate being all sticky and goopy and covered in white goo!"

Hearing that confirmed all of Mark's worst  nightmares. He burst through the door, expecting the worst. Instead, he was greeted by a laughing Jack, wearing a huge smile and whipped cream all over his face.