"Wake Up." (Septiplier) (Part 2 of "I Miss the Real You")

Attempt

I checked the time on my phone. 8:37pm. Nathan had called seven times since earlier. He's texted me even more.

"You should answer him." Jack called while taking off his shirt and throwing it into the hamper.

I growled and tossed my phone on the bed. "I'll do it tomorrow." I stood up and walked toward him.

He huffed and pulled me closer. "Fine." He muttered before our lips connected.

He wrapped his arms around me and bit my lip. His tongue slithered it's way in. Our tongues danced and I let him win. He licked the inside of my cheek, causing me to moan slightly.

"J-jack...?"

He shook his head. "I'm fine." His hand slowly reached for the bottom of my shirt.

I pinned him against the wall and kissed his neck. His hand pulled my shirt up and I stood back to take it off. He pulled me back in and I grabbed his hands.

"Are you sure?" I muttered in between kisses with a soft voice.

I felt him nod and I pushed his hands against the wall. He shivered and I chuckled. His head leaned into the crook of my neck as I fiddled with his shorts. He returned the favour and slid mine down, along with my boxers. His legs lifted up and wrapped around my waist. I felt him tense but he took a deep breath.

"Ready?"

I asked, eyes wide.

He nodded. "F-fuck yeah."

I grinned and slowly thrust myself in. He threw his head back and whined. His hands were on both of my shoulders. I stayed there to make sure he was comfortable. Once he nodded, I began to move in and out. He moaned in pleasure and his grip tightened. I kissed his neck and made my way to his collarbone. Once I got there he shivered.

"Agh f-fuck Mark.~"

I moved faster and tugged on his hair. When he inhaled sharply, I thought it was in pleasure.

"Mark!"

I ducked my head and thrust faster.

"M-Mark please!" He cried out.

My head shot up and I grinned at him. But my smile disappeared when I seen his face.

"Stop! Stop, please!"

Tears were running down his face. His legs unwrapped and he stood up. I backed up and held him.

"Wha-what happened? What'd I do?"

He leaned over and I pulled him into my arms. He cried into my shoulder. I rubbed his back.

"Jack?!"

He cried harder.

"Did you...did you have another one? A flashback?"

He slowly nodded and my grip on him tightened. I sat on the bed with him still in my arms. He gasped.

"M-mark I-" His voice cracked.

"Jack don't cry. Please don't cry."

I rocked him back and forth. I instantly felt bad for comparing him to a little kid. He wasn't a child. He lifted his head and looked at me.

"I'm s-sorry I wanted too but I...I couldn't."

I grabbed his face and pushed our foreheads together. "Jack listen to me."

He nodded and took slow breaths. Every time his eyes wandered, I'd snap my fingers.

"You're okay. I'm here. Nothing is gonna happen. You're fine. I'm fine. It's okay."

I wiped his tears away with my thumb. He was shaking, and I will admit, it brought back memories. Before everything that's happened in the past week, he was this happy, fun, playful guy. And I had to ruin it. I rocked him more as he put his head back on my shoulder. His crying had stopped but he was still sniffing. I hushed him.

"Go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up."

"We don't know that." He muttered.

"I promise. If not then, well... I'm even more of a horrible person then I am now. I'd probably be in Hell."

He giggled a little. "Me too....Mark?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you, ya big goof."

I chuckled. "I love you too, Jackaboy."