Me Plus You ♡ s.m. + m.f.

{104} Papi's Lap

"Thank you for being a friend! Traveled down the road and back again!" Jack sang loudly.

"Jack," Padraig warned, "I carried you down here cause you haven't been down here in a while. Don't make me carry you back up to your room."

Jack huffed playfully and leaned back into the cushions of the couch. When he wasn't crafting, he was asleep. He religiously believed that sleeping all day would help his ankle heal faster.

"Where's Malcolm?"

"In his room or something. I don't really know anymore, he might not even be home." The man replied, running his fingers through his thick, white hair. "Why, did you need him?"

"No! He crossed me. I'm still mad as frick frack."

The room fell silent for a while. An episode of Criminal Minds playing on the television, and it was peaceful until Mark burst through the front door.

"Shit, y'all are watching Criminal Minds!?"

The Asian boy tossed his car keys on the kitchen table and took his Jacket off. He was dressed in A well fitting black tee shirt and black Adidas track pants that perfectly outlined the shape of his legs, as they were a bit tight.

"Yeah! Look, It's your mans!" Jack pointed to Shemar Moore on the television screen and grinned.

Mark sighed and pulled a hair tie off his wrist. "Babe, I feel like you're kind of a bad friend. You didn't bother to tell me my hair looked ugly this morning!"

Jack laughed as Mark sloppily tied his long hair up in a messy bun. He rolled his eyes and patted his lap for Mark to take a seat on.

"I thought you looked nice. You look good everyday to me! Don't fucking go out anymore this week. I want you to stay here with me. I miss you!"

"Awww, okay." Mark gently placed himself on Jack's lap, barely sitting down since he was much bigger and would hurt the tiny boy if he were to put his full weight on him.

"Yes, that's right. Take a seat on papi's lap."