From The Day We Met (septipler)

CHAPTER TEN

A//N Thanks for all the support!! Hey, guys, I am wondering if im making their relationship move to slowly?

Mark awakens before Sean, needing to use the restroom. Mark carefully gets out of bed, grabbing his glasses and making sure not to wake Sean wake up with the rustling. Mark, looks down at the bed and realises how peaceful Sean is, his soft eyes closed, beautiful green hair gently messed up, blankets off of him, shirt up, showing his pale tummy, arms curled around a pillow, mouth slightly ajar. Mark takes in the details of Sean and just admires everything that he is, until his bladder interrupts his thoughts. He made the small walk to the bathroom.

Mark comes back into the room moments later to hear the harsh noise of Seans alarm clock burst through the silence. Sean, stirs in his sleep, and slowly looks around rubbing his eyes. He sees Mark and smiles sloppily, "Morning." Sean groggily says, his voice breaking over the loud alarm clock. He sits up having the baggy shirt fall to his sides. Sean turns shutting the alarm clock off, smiling sheepishly when he turns back to Mark.

Mark smiles back, running his hand tbrough his tangled hair. Sean takes this moment to look Mark up and down, red hair a tangled mess, brown eyes, soft, muscley arms showing, his heart fluttered faster as he did so.

"What're the plans for today, Jack?" Mark asks taking a seat on the end of Sean's bed, by his feet.

Sean's eyes followed Mark to where he sat, "Wherever the day takes us, both of my parents are working today, so we basically can do anything."

Mark, tilted his head, "Lets start with breakfast, I'm starving." Mark said while patting his belly, which made Sean giggle, and that giggle, that bright giggle made Mark laugh back.

Sean, starts getting up and grabs Mark's wrist to make him follow, Mark, tried to follow, but ended up falling bringing them to the floor, Sean falls next to Mark, and their hands lye intertwined.

Sean takes his hand away, slowly, letting the soft warm touch linger on Mark's hand. "Owch ye' doof," Sean giggled out, while sitting up right, on his knees.

Mark lye still on the ground, thinking, about the soft touch of Sean, "Sorry..." The nervous red haired boy say.

A few moments pass and Mark still lye there. "You alright man?" Sean asks, crawling over to where Mark lye, looking at him. Sean watches the golden brown eyes dilate, once they meet the oceans of Sean's eyes. Mark, gets flustered with the green haired Irish boy so close to him. Mark, swallows hard and moves away from underneath him.

As Mark gets up, he says flusteredly "Yeah I'm good."

Sean, relieved, answers with, "Good."

Mark swallows looking away from him. He searches for words to say, "I would be better with food." Mark still look at the ground.

Sean gets up, and watches as the tall limber boy stands up, towering a few inches above him.

They walk downstairs and into the kitchen. " 'M not much of a cook, Mark"

Mark smiles, "I know how to cook... mostly because my parents don't care much, and I have to feed my little brother."

Sean furrows his eyebrows together, mind drifting back to the thin red deep cuts, all across the soft warm flesh of Marks thighs, Sean swallows hard, Mark has always been so kind, and nice, and happy, but behind the mask of that, there are horrors that few people would ever care to know about, or understand. Sean walks up to Mark pulling him into a tight hug. " 'M sorry, Mark"

Mark, confused, hugs back, "Why are you sorry?"

Sean blushes a bit out of embarrassment, "Just- everything you have to go through or deal with." Mark, then, tightened the hug, pulling Sean closer, head going into the crook of the Irishmens neck. In this moment, there was no good words to speak.

A couple moments later, Sean pulled away, looking into the red haired boy's golden brown eyes, smiling contently, letting his touch, linger. The red haired boy smiled back.

"Time for food Marky!" Sean enthusiastically said.

Mark stifled his eyebrows together, a goofy smile across his face, "Marky?"

"Y-yeah." Sean giggled watching the confused male.

Mark returned the laugh, it was like gold, to Sean's ears. "You weird Irishman."

"You weird American."

Mark and Sean decided on pancakes, and that led to a flour fight, first Mark, who blew some flour at Sean, and Sean retaliated by blowing some into Marks hair, and so on, so forth. The flour went everywhere.

Once they were done eating and cleaning up, they went upstairs.

Mark lie on Sean's bed, starring at the blank ceiling. "Do you mind if I use your shower, Jack?"

Sean, who lay next to Mark, at a friendly distance says, "No, I dont mind."

"Thanks," Mark says pushing himself up, off the bed and into the bathroom.

Sean lye there on his bed, listening to the soft thudding of Marks shower, after a bit he soon smelled the soaps, the sweet smell made Sean want to melt away.

Sean quite enjoyed times like these, listening to something, while he lye there and think. Sean's thoughts drifted to what he should do today with Mark, maybe go outside, he parents wouldn't be fond if he went quite far. Maybe they could jump on the trampoline, or go on a little walk around the block, Sean will ask Mark when he gets out of the shower.

Sean's thinking stops when he hears the water stop, he looks over to the bathroom door, where he sees Mark come out of the bathroom, only covered in a towel.

Marks hand went up to his hair, while he stand in the doorway, "I-I, my pjs are the only clothes in here with me, the rest are out there w-with you."

Sean swallowed hard, trying to think but he couldn't, he took Mark's features in, the water dripping from his hair onto his chest, defined muscles popping.

"...J-Jack?" Mark nervously say.

"S-sorry, its all good." Sean says eyes tearing off of Mark.

Mark then gets dressed.

"Jackieboi?" Mark asks laying on the bed next to Sean.

Sean's attention drifts to Mark, "What kind of nickname is that?"

Mark scoffs playfully, "Your nickname" Mark pretends to be offended and holds his chest where his heart is.

Sean giggles and boops Mark in the nose, "Markimoo."

Mark laughs, "Anyways its chilly could I borrow your sweater?"

Sean bit his bottom lip slightly, blushing a bit, "Yeah." Sean then got up and got Mark the sweater.

Mark put it on and was very content with the lovely smell of Sean. "Thank you."

"Anyways I was thinking of going for a walk right now?" Sean asked.

Mark smiled brightly "Sure."

A//N
I'm so sorry for not updating, so many medical issues has been happening with me, like legit, I have about 5-8 appointments in a month, and my mental health is shit, and I have a new therapist and I dunno, im so sorry if this chapter is shite and sorry if I dont upload in awhile, I love you all so much thank.xx