Red Is The Color Of Sin | septiplier

13 | stay with me

| @cringelee's chapter |

Jack couldn't help but laugh. Jack had finally, in his seventeen years of being innocent about anything, had just given his boyfriend a blowjob. 

"That was nice, church boy. Not bad for your first time doing that. Now you know how to do that," Mark smirked as he pulled Jack onto his lap and kissed him again. Jack felt his face heat up in response to Mark's comment and laughed.

Mark really was changing Jack. Jack had skipped school assemblies, gotten a boyfriend, snuck out of his house, and done something sexual. Wow. Jack genuinely felt really lucky to have Mark in his life. It was to the point where he didn't care what his dad thought; he was falling headfirst for Mark and he didn't want anything to change.

After they sat there for a while, Jack got curious about the time. "What time is it?" 

Mark pulled his phone out of his pocket. "9:42. Why?"

Jack shot up, immediately panicking. "I've gotta get home," he said. 

Mark frowned and tried pulling Jack back onto his lap. "Why? Isn't your dad gone all night?"

Jack hesitated. "Well, yeah, but.. What if his plans change? What if he comes home and sees I'm not there?" 

Mark chuckled, ruffling Jack's hair like a child. "You worry too much," he murmured. Jack sighed, leaning into Mark.

"Yeah, I guess I do," Jack forced a laugh. "I'm sorry," he added, mumbling.

"It's alright, it's not something you need to apologize for, Jack." Mark chuckled again. Mark ruffled Jack's hair again. "Hey, have you ever thought about dying your hair?"

Jack raised his eyebrows. "My dad wouldn't allow it."

Mark laughed. "Who cares what he thinks? You'll be eighteen soon, and you'll be able to do whatever you want. You can't live by his strict rules forever." 

Jack thought about it for a moment. Mark had a point. "What color would you recommend?" 

Mark studied Jack's face intently for a moment, then grinned. "Green."

Jack rolled his eyes. "Is that because I'm Irish?" 

Mark chuckled. "Maybe a little bit. Would you actually dye your hair?"

Jack had to think about it for a moment again. "Maybe," he smiled. "I don't think I'll be able to pull it off, though. Not like you," he added, ruffling Mark's hair in response.

Mark couldn't help but kiss Jack, which surprised Jack. "You're so cute," Mark murmured again. Jack blushed again. "I think you'll be able to pull off dyed hair nicely," Mark added.

Jack just shrugged, causing Mark to laugh. "Hey, let's head back to your place," Mark said simply, not really meaning anything by it.

"Alright," Jack agreed. Then they moved to the front seats and drove to Jack's house.

Soon enough, they were cuddling in Jack's bed. "Should I have moved my car somewhere else? What if your dad sees it?" 

Jack laughed. "You worry too much," he said, quoting Mark.

"Well, should I leave before he gets here, or?" Mark looked at Jack, nervous for the other boy.

Jack sighed, then shrugged his shoulders slightly. "Just stay with me, please?"

Mark nodded, pulling Jack closer to him. "Alright."