Septiplier One-Shots! (Boyxboy)

~Part 2~

"Babe, wake up." he said clearly now.

"What?"

"You're having a nightmare, Mark! Wake up, baby!"

I suddenly bolted up in bed with my boyfriend, Jack, sitting up next to me.

"Jack!" I screamed, wrapping my arms around him in a desperate attempt to assure myself he was here and alive.

"Hey, hey, Markimoo! I'm here! Don't worry babe. What's wrong? You looked awful!"

I nodded weakly, burying my head into his neck. I quickly realised we were in our *cough* birthday suits, if you know what I mean. He moved very gently so he was next to me and I saw him wince slightly. I chuckled quietly.

"Got a bit rough last night, eh babe?"

"Mark! Shut up! Anyway, what was that nightmare about? It looked awful."

I shook my head to signal that I wasn't really ready to share it. It really was a dark part of our friendship, just before we got together and I know why I got that nightmare. The next day was the anniversary of when it happened, almost 4 years prior. Well, five the next day and I knew that he felt awful on that day. But I had an idea. Not a great one, but an idea. It would be a shot in the dark but we'd been together for almost 3 years and I was ready to make it more. I was going to ask for his hand in marriage. But that was really a risk. Anyway, he looked better now, even though I must had looked shell-shocked. He rested his head on my shoulder and his hand on my thigh.

"Baby, please tell me. I honestly think that you need to tell me. You were yelling my name, babe."

"That's funny..."

"What? What's funny, Mark?"

"Normally I have you yelling my name." I sneered, laughing loudly at his shocked face which quickly moved into a grin.

"You kinky bastard!" he yelled, slapping my chest. I laughed and moved closer to him, connecting our lips in a gentle kiss. I was just trying to assure myself that he was alive and real. He was. And I loved him.

"Mmm... Mark <quiet moan>, you're not telling me what the nightmare was..."

"You're alive, baby, so I really don't care anymore." I muttered. He didn't seem to argue.

Let's just say, what we did then got my mind off the nightmare.

After another couple of hours of *cough cough* fun, I found myself lying in the bed, Jack asleep at my side, arms wrapped around me, head under my arm, our feet rubbing together. He was out cold. His rhythmic breathing was very calming and his soft skin against mine felt perfect. It was perfect. I gently fell asleep and didn't dream about the time I saw my best-friend and future boyfriend and hopefully fiancé hanging from the curtain rail, a tie around his neck, his face pale and dying. No, I dreamt about us. Our best moments, the two fights we've had (both which ended with Netflix and cuddles) and what I hoped would happen when I proposed:

~Dream~

"Hey, Jack." I smile, walking over to my boyfriend who's lying on the couch. He's been pretty depressed all day. And I know exactly why. 5 years ago today, he attempted suicide by hanging himself. But I'm going to try to make this the best day of our lives.

"Hey, babe. How are you?"

"I'm good, baby. I, I do need to know something though. Something important. It's really important. And I need your honest opinion."

He sits up nervously. I can see the fear in his eyes and it worries me to. Anyway, I kneel down on one knee and chuckle gently at his confused expression.