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3.9

Jack sat on the couch, unable to sleep with Mark so upset with him. He held his head in his hands, almost in tears from the feeling of making the love of his life upset. "Have you slept?"

Jack jumped, quickly composing himself and shaking his head. Mark sighed before walking in front of him.

Jack gasped, looking up at him. His hair was shaggy against his head and his shirtless chest showed all his muscles. His broad shoulders and chest mixed with the tired voice of his made Jack shocked by how attractive he was.

"What?" Mark asked quietly, furrowing his eyebrows. The younger shook his head again, looking back down. "It's 4:30 in the morning, Sean. Just come to bed."

Jack stood up, following Mark as he walked up the stairs. He pulled his shirt and jeans off after they got into their room. "What?" He asked Mark, who was staring at him from the bed.

"Nothin'." He told him before turning away from him.

Holy shit, he's beautiful.

Mark smiled at the thought before he noticed the big bruise against his shoulder. Mark was pissed, but Jack had been through enough that day. He didn't need Mark cursing at Justin about hurting his boyfriend or the next hour.

He smiled lightly as he felt Jack climb into bed with him. He waited until he heard the light snores from the younger before he flipped over and wrapped his arms around him.

He kissed the bruises on his shoulder lightly, hoping they would go away quickly.

He refused to let Jack know that he hadn't slept either, too worried about Jack and Justin. Too worried about Jack and him.

He had fallen asleep a few times, but he kept waking up from nightmares of losing Jack.

—

Jack woke up to his boyfriend getting out of bed and walking to their bedroom door. He didn't ask where he was going once he heard the doorbell ring. "Hey!"

Jack groaned as he heard Felix's giddy voice. "Jack!! Get up, let's hang out before the plane." Jack whimpered as he pulled his pillow over his head.

"Felix, let him sleep." Mark told him, pulling the cover in his hand out of it. He laid it back over Jack before he pushed them out of the room.

Jack thanked him quietly before cuddling into the blankets and Mark's pillow, the smell helping him sleep slightly.
—

"What the fuck?" Mark yelled, startling Jack out of his sleepy daze. "They all knew?!" He asked, hurt.

Jack groaned, looking up at him. "Are you actually still doing this? It's not that big of a deal, love."

"To me it is! Why don't you trust me?!"

"It's not that I don't fucking trust you, Mark! You've been so stressed lately, with the panels, meetings, videos and editing. I was just trying to save you some stress!" Jack told him back, sighing afterwards and sitting up.

Mark looked down at him. "I can't keep doing this shit! Why does Justin always have to fuck this up?!"

"It's not like I asked him to come to LA, Mark. Why are you pushing all the blame on me when I didn't have anything to do with it?" Jack rubbed his eyes, letting his head fall into his hands.

Mark sat on the foot of the bed. "I don't know.." He whispered. "I'm just hurt." He looked away, standing up to walk out of the room.

"Stop running from your problems." Jack whispered, checking the time on his phone. He realized that he needed to get up and get ready to leave for the plane.