Games//septiplier//

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3rd POV

Jack was on the computer playing a game until Mark suddenly started to gently licking and leaving hickeys on his neck from behind.

In response to his actions Jack gives a slight moan. Mark then started to slowly slide his hand down Jack's side, into his pants.

As Mark was palming Jack's now hard erection, the Irishmans face started to heat up. (Like this chapter ami rite or ami rite. Wink wink.nudge nudge)

Mark started to passionately kiss the Irishman whilst sliding Jack's pants down his small legs. Their tongues fought for dominance, but of course the red haired man won.

Jack had whined when his lover stopped kissing him. Mark looked into Jack's eyes as he slowly descended towards the green haired man's erection.

He had grabbed the waistband of Jack's boxers with his teeth, pulling it back then letting go only to hear the 'snap' of the waistband hitting Jack.

"S-stop teasing me ye fooking arse, and just fook me already." Jack said throwing his head back.

"As you wish" Mark said in that husky voice that could kill thousands of fanboys/girls instantly.

"M-mark" Jack moaned.

Just as Mark stared to slowly slide Jack's boxers down............

He woke up. ( xD. Everyone hates me rite now )

Jack's POV

I shot up from my 'dream' in result of mark giving me a weird look from the other end of the couch.

For some reason his face was an almost impossible shade of red. I sat up on the couch, yawned, and stared into his golden chocolate eyes.

"Why the red face Mark?" I say tilting my head to the side like a dog.

"Oh nothing.......except for the fact that you were moaning my name in your sleep." he said crossing his arms with a smirk on his face.

I felt my face get hotter and hotter by the second. Mark crawled over to me, gently pushing me back onto the couch, so I was laying down and he was hovering over me.

"So what exactly were you dreaming about, Jackaboy?" Mark says raising one of his eyebrows.

"I-i um.." was all I could manage to say as I was at a loss of words.

DIIIIINNNG DOOOONNNG

Mark groans in annoyance as he gets up to answer the door.

I sit back up on the couch cursing under my breath for the uncultured swine who decided to ruin an amazing moment.

I watch Mark open the door and cross his arms, desperately trying not to be rude.

Marks POV

I open the front door and cross my arms, desperately trying not to be rude. It was wade, grrreeeaaaaat. \[¬~¬]/