Markiplier Smuts

Skyline Pt. 2

Nothing came out though. It was just odd. "Are you okay?" Mark asked me. I snapped out of it. "Yeah, fine. Are you?" You dumb jackass. I thought. Are you? What kind of question was that? Well if he was indeed okay, I surely doubted he was now. Mark just laughed. "I am fine." He said. I blushed, still embarrassed. "Well, good...I should be going...you have a good day." Mark's smile wilted. "Are you sure you don't want to grab a coffee with me? After that fall it might be nice to take a seat and relax for a bit." "No...that's okay, I don't want to get in your way." Mark insisted I came along, but I repeatedly declined. "Alright, (y/n), I'm glad you're okay. Be more careful out here, this concrete is hard." I watched him walk away and head into a coffee shop. I immediately regretted my choice of not going along with him. I thought about following him in, but I couldn't. I had said no, vehemently at that. I strolled past the shop, looking in at him ordering a drink. When he turned around, I looked straight ahead, pretending I hadn't seen him. I heard a bell ring. It was the door to the shop being opened. "I saw that (y/n), come in. I know you want to." I had been busted. I turned and entered the shop. The warmth and smell of fresh coffee wrapped me up tightly. "Do you like coffee?" Mark asked. I shrugged. "I guess I've always been more of a tea and milkshake person,but coffee is fine. Black. No sugar no cream." Mark smiled and ordered me a drink. I accepted it and we sat in a booth together. "So. It isn't all that often that I do a one on one meet and greet with a fan." I sipped my coffee. What exactly was that supposed to mean? This felt like a date or the beginning of a friendship more than a one on one meet and greet. "Tell me something about yourself...other than the fact that you are gorgeous." I choked a bit on my coffee. I didn't see that coming. I thought for a moment. "I live downtown, I don't really like it here, but I own my condo and I can't seem to find a buyer, so I'm kinda stuck. It's not so bad, I'm just from Alaska...where it's cooler. I can't seem to get used to this heat down here." "I've never been to Alaska. What's it like?" "Well...it's cooler than it is down here in this heat trap. It's beautiful, Mark. It really is. I've always desired to move back, and I can afford it, but what's the sense in continuing to own a place here that will never get used, you know?" Mark nodded as I sipped my drink. "You could always rent it out." I nodded. "That's true, but I have no desire to be a landlord...landlady...whatever. I don't even know why I came down here. I guess I just wanted to do some exploring and I wound up purchasing a place and moving here. I used to be really impulsive. I didn't put a lot of thought into most things, I was living in the moment too much." Mark nodded. "It's good to live in the moment (y/n)...you can't live in the past or the future, but you have to be careful with some things. Big decisions require serious thought. Rushing into parenthood, marriages, buying a home, that can't be good." "You're right Mark. I didn't rush into anything else you mentioned. I'm single and I don't have kids...but I have plenty of friends who rushed into having kids-and none of them meant to. It was all by accident. Just like me they were living in the moment a bit too much...and I feel bad for them. Sure, I'm saddled with a very expensive condo in a city I don't really care much for, but they're saddled with children...child support...annoying exes, all of that junk. Too bad. That stuff doesn't go away overnight. I'm sure they still had great lives, but you know-there's parts of their lives that really suck, and it would't have been that way had they calmed down a bit and put some thought into things...deep thought." "Yep." There was a pregnant pause. "So...you're single, huh? Me too. Sometimes it gets hard to find a girl who is understanding of my career. I spend a lot of time doing it, and sometimes they just can't deal with my absence." I could see that. Maybe at first glance it seems like someone who makes money from making videos for YouTube has hardly any hours to work-but that just can't be true. They would make no money if it were. "(Y/N)....you never told me what you do for work." I froze. I hadn't had a job in years. I didn't need one. When you inherit the large sum of money I did, you don't have to work. In fact, perhaps you shouldn't...save the position for someone who needs work. "I...I don't have a job. I mean, I used to be a CFO for a bank, but that was years ago. I'm retired, actually." Mark's eyes widened a bit. Oh no here we go. He's going to either ask me about my money and try to prey on me, or he's going to get really turned off. "How old are you exactly?" "Twenty-" "So you're not some 65 year old with a great body who looks 40 some odd years younger than they are. That's a relief." We both laughed. "But seriously, how are you retired at such a young age?" I smiled. "I made quite a bit as a CFO, but...my dad...he was in the oil industry in Alaska...and when he died, he left me quite a bit of money. He also left me his business, but I'm not CEO material. My brother is, I gave it to him." Mark looked sad. "I'm sorry about your dad." "It's alright. He lived a good life. He was ready to go. He had been sick for a long time." Mark looked very troubled. I knew about his dad...but mine didn't die of cancer. "Was it cancer?" Mark asked quietly. "No. It was heart disease. He never had a strong heart, but he did have a heart made of gold. He knew he was going to die sooner than most people-and he accepted that. When he was born his heart had lots of problems, but then he perked up and was fine for years. Finally, in his early 20s, it started failing. Heart transplants weren't all that common back in those days but he managed to get one. He went on to get married, have kids, work in the oil industry and make loads of money, but his transplanted heart started failing too. That time he sought non invasive treatment. He knew it would be a waste of a heart to have another transplant. He wanted some youngster to have it instead of him. The doctors advised him to have it, but he refused...and he hung in there for a long time before he died. He gave everyone so much. I got to be a CFO because he got me in. No bank would've made such a young person their CFO...and my brother...he has the business. He'll never have to worry about anything now." Mark shook his head. "That was a great sacrifice." I agreed. "What about your mom?" I chuckled. "She's in Alaska. She won't come down. She helps run the business with my brother." Mark smiled. "If it makes you feel any better, my mom doesn't come around here much either." I smiled into my coffee. "Sounds familiar. My mom chastised me when I told her I wanted to go move away. I should've listened. There is nothing here for me. Nothing at all. I hate the weather, except when it rains, I don't like the people-they're rude. God, I don't like anything." Mark frowned. "You don't like me?" That one caught me off guard. "Well, Mark, I like you. You're on the right track to becoming my first friend." Mark smiled. "But friends hang out, don't they?" I asked. Mark nodded. "They surely do." "So...does this count as hanging out?" I asked. "Yes, but...I don't think it's enough. Tell ya what...I have a day off today. That's rare for me. I was going to spend it resting, but I'd rather spend it with you. My new friend." I was flattered. I blushed and crossed my legs. "What would you like to do? I know you're not fond of this weather...or this city, so if you'd like we can simply stay indoors...your place or mine?" I immediately started listing off the things in my condo that needed to be done. The floors could be mopped, the laundry done, the aquarium scrubbed... "Mine?" I said. "My place is just up the street. See that really tall building? My condo is waaaay up there." I said pointing up. Mark followed my finger. "You live up there?" I nodded. "Wow. I heard those places are really nice...and really expensive." "Oh they are. You know, I really love my condo, I just wish I could take it to Anchorage." Mark laughed. "I don't think you could take a building that big and put it on a truck." I rose from my seat. "No, but I could try someday." He followed me out the door. The rain was really coming down now. "Oh no...we'd better hurry...but not you. You tend to trip and fall. Here, get on my shoulders." Was he joking? I hadn't ridden on someone's shoulders since I was about 5. "I...are you sure I won't hurt you?" I asked. "Of course you won't. Hurry up, get on, it's raining hard!" I carefully positioned myself on his back and he took off down the street like a bullet. I couldn't help but grin and laugh like I was 5 again. We splashed through puddles, dodged pedestrians, and laughed the whole way to my condo. When we approached the building, he let me down. "Safe and sound. No more bumps and bruises." He said. I smirked. "I suppose you want a tip for your services?" Mark smiled. "No, just a shower...and a dryer...I am soaked." I observed him. His black t-shirt was clinging to his slender, muscular frame, and his tan cargo shorts were practically dripping. "That's no problem. I have both." We entered the building. The lobby was sparkling clean as usual. "It's like a 5 star hotel in here." Mark remarked as we walked to the elevator. "Yeah it is nice, isn't it? Where do you live?" "Outside of downtown. I have a house and a few roommates." We rode the elevator to my floor. "Wow you live way up here. I bet you have a great view of the city. Your building sits just far enough outside of the skyline that you can probably see everything." I nodded. "My bedroom window has the best view. The entire wall is basically glass and I can see all of the buildings." Mark seemed impressed. "I can kinda see the skyline from my yard...if I stare really hard." We laughed. "Here we are." I said, silently praying that everything was in order. I opened the door and we stepped in. Mark eyeballed my condo. "This is beautiful, (y/n)." I blushed. "Thank you." I said, instinctively kicking my shoes off. Mark followed suit. "So about that shower. You can use the master bathroom. It's more private. I'll stand in my bedroom and you can throw your clothes out so I can put them in the dryer. There is a black satin robe in there...and this...is embarrassing...but, I wear men's underwear. I have a pair of boxers you can borrow until yours are dry." Mark blushed. "Well, thank you, (y/n)." He smiled. I led him into my bedroom and handed him a pair of boxers from my top drawer. Mark wandered over to the window and looked outside. "Wow. You really do have a great view of the skyline here." He remarked. He admired the tall buildings and the mountains behind them. "This is beautiful. I would love living here." I smiled. "If it's your thing, it's your thing." "I grew up in Ohio so this isn't exactly what I was used to as a kid. I love it now though. LA is just great for me." I wished I felt the same way. I felt like I  was insulting Mark by repeatedly telling him how much I loathed it. "It's something alright. Not like my Anchorage though. Nothing beats my hometown." Mark strolled into the bathroom. "Maybe someday you can take me there and show me around. I've never been there-I'd love to try something new." I smiled at the prospect of dragging Mark through Alaska, showing off my hometown...and my mom and brother. Mark closed the bathroom door then emerged wearing my robe. It was a lingerie robe so it cut off at his thighs. I blushed and pretended to be looking at something else but I was looking at him through the corner of my eye. "Here's my wet clothes, (y/n), I hope I'm not being too much trouble." "Of course not, I'll put these in the dryer right away." I said, taking the clothes. When I heard the water running in the shower, I quickly inhaled his scent from his wet clothes. He smelled so good. I'm a creep, I thought as I placed the clothes into the dryer and started it. A few minutes later a partially dry, minimally clothed Mark came into my living room and sat on my couch. "Thanks for giving me a hand, (y/n)." He said. "Now...you said you were single. You seem like you wouldn't be." I bit my lip. "Well I am. I can't seem to find a good man. Someone patient, someone who isn't greedy, someone faithful...someone who would truly see me for me." Mark put some thought into it. "Well (y/n) you've captured my interest. I'd like to get to know you better." No no no no. This cannot be happening. I can't risk the disappointment. He's probably like my exes. He'll probably cheat...most of his fans are female and ogle over him all the time. He probably has all of the fatal flaws. I can't handle that again. I'm not ready. "(Y/N)?" I looked over at him. His deep brown eyes were starting right back into mine. "I..." I had no idea what to say. "Not sure are you? I know things are happening fast, but remember...you have to live in the moment within reason." Then he leaned in and kissed me.