Jacksepticeye x Markiplier Lemon

If Life Gives You Lemons, Fuck Your Best Friend

Jacksepticeye, Markiplier, Pewdiepie and Cryaotic were all in a Skype call together, talking sleepily. Mark laughed at a stupid joke and sighed, pausing. He looked down at his pants. Oh god. The all-powerful god Danny Sexbang predicted this. It was a no-reason boner.

Mark groaned and mumbled into the mic. "Hey guys, I gotta go, gotta take care of some things."

Felix snickered. "I bet you're gonna jack off to a picture of my face, aren't you?"

Cry laughed and Jack was silent, nobody aware of the blush that inhabited his face. That wasn't actually a bad mental image to begin with.

Mark sighed. "Yeah, I bet as soon as Jack and I leave the call, you and Cry are going to jack each other off."

Cry chuckled and so did Jack, but now it was Felix's turn to be silent.

Cry yawned. "It is actually pretty late, so I'll go. Night."

"Me too, see you guys later." Felix sighed, stretching.

They both left the call.

"Night, uh, Jack." Mark said, biting his lip.

Jack blushed again. "Sweet dreams you focker."

Mark laughed, but pressed the wrong button, so it only looked like he exited the call, and Jack made the same mistake. Mark slipped a hand into his boxers (he had no pants on) and stroked himself, biting his lip harder. Jack had a boner from the mental image of Mark touching himself, so he started to do it as well. Jack let out a small moan and Mark stopped, listening. Jack gasped and whimpered, quickening his pace.

Mark blinked. "...Jack?"

Jack yelped and stopped. "Mark? I though you left the call, you focker!" He said huffily, sounding more Irish than usual.

Mark gulped. "Were you just.. Um.."

Jack mumbled. "I um, I mighta been... Uh... Rubbin' one out, yeah, but-"

"I'll be there in five minutes." Mark said, and left the call.

Jack sat there, horrified. "No, is he really.. Fuck."

Jack had recently moved to L.A. and he was really close to Mark's place, making it easy for them to hang out. He threw his pants back on and cleaned his room as best he could. When he heard a knock on the door, he felt his face go pale. He answered the door, staring Mark straight in the the face. There was a short moment of dead silence, and then Mark couldn't take it anymore and lunged at Jack.

"What the fock-" his words were cut off when a pair of soft yet firm lips pressed to his.

Let's be honest- Jack melted. His knees almost gave out (thank god Mark had a firm grip as well) and he grasped at Mark's shirt desperately as the other man kicked the door closed.

He pulled away, panting. "Ah.. Mark.."

Mark was panting as well. "I hope this is okay with you." He said, looking concerned.

Jack laughed nervously. "Are you kiddin'? This is great! Uh, kiss me again, please."

Mark grinned and mashed his lips against Jack's again. Mark backed the other man against a wall and slipped a warm hand up Jack's hoodie, sliding easily over the smooth, cold skin. He gasped against Mark's lips and shoved a hand into his own pants, the other hand tangled into the bigger man's hair. Jack let out little moans into his friend's mouth every once in a while, removing his hand from his pants and grinding against him instead, earning moans from Mark as well.

After a while, Jack gasped. "Wait, wait, Mark.." He pushed the man away.

"...wh-what is it?" He said, tilting his head confusedly.