Danger In Love

Danger In Love: Morning

((Hey guys i'm back again! I've been on a roll for these past three days with updating! Maybe its because I've had a break from classes.... idk. Anyhow I was going to post this earlier today but I went to go see the new Star Wars and didn't have time, great movie by the way. Anyhow this chapter isn't anything too crazy, just some slight fun Septiplier moments, but more will be coming soon :) ))

The next morning Mark was the first one to wake up. He stretches with a yawn before finally climbing out of bed. He wore flannel pajama bottoms and a simple black shirt, his hair a disheveled mess on top of his head, and his eyes tired. Any bruises or cuts he had, were faded quite a bit, but still fairly noticeable.

He quietly opens his door and walks out into the hallway, stopping at the guest bedroom door. He quietly opens it and peeks his head in to see if Jack was still sleeping, which he was.

Jack laid sprawled out across the bed, the blanket hanging loosely just below his hips. He wore a simple pair of gray sweatpants, which he borrowed from Mark, and no shirt. His slightly muscled chest exposed as it slowly moved up and down with each steady breath.

Mark watches his slow breaths for a few seconds, a small red coming to his cheeks as he scans the man's bare torso. After about a minute he shakes his head snapping himself from his small trance and walks out, closing the door silently.

He makes his way to the kitchen, combing a hand through his red hair as he opens a couple cupboards, before coming out with coffee beans. He puts a pot of coffee on and leans against one of the counters with a small sigh as he waits. Thought racing his mind, mostly about what had happened the night before.

Thinking back on it now he wasn't sure why he had Jack stay over again. The man had betrayed him, though he did come back and Mark still didn't fully trust him. Though a part of Mark couldn't let the man stay in that old warehouse. And though he didn't admit it, he felt some sort of connection with Jack as well, but he didn't know why.

"Top of the mornin' to ya..."

A tired Irish accent says snapping Mark out of his thoughts. Jack walked out into the kitchen, still clearly not fully awake. He had put on a white t-shirt, but Mark's cheeks redden slightly at the remembrance of his bare chest.

"Oh... good morning Sean."

Mark says with a small smile. Jack yawns and stretches his arms over his head, making his shirt ride slightly up his stomach, exposing his skin for a split second.

"What do ya got to eat around here...?"

Jack asks tiredly, rubbing his eyes gently. Mark smiles slightly at his tiredness, his worn state actually a bit cute in Mark's opinion.

"Oh. uh... I'm making coffee, and you can help yourself to anything in the fridge."

Mark says shaking the thought of Jack's cuteness away. Jack smiles slightly at the mention of coffee and nods, walking over and opening the fridge. As he looks inside he runs a hand through his green hair, messing it up even more than it had been when he walked out.

He soon, after scanning the fridge a few times groans and stands straight slamming it closed.

"You've got no food...."

He mumbles under his breath before walking over and grabbing the house phone sitting on Mark's counter.

"What are you doing...?"

Mark asks watching him curiously.

"Ordering a pizza, since you've got nothing to eat."

He responds nonchalantly typing in the number as though he had it memorized.

"At 10 in the morning? I have plenty of food."

Mark says raising an eyebrow, confused at the man, his fridge was full and Jack seemed to be simply picky. Jack shoots a look at him, a slight annoyance to his gaze.

"Don't judge my life. So, are you chipping in for this or not Markimoo?"

Jack asks with a small almost smirk. Mark shakes his head, deciding to just not argue with the man anymore, it was clear he would lose.

"Your loss, you ain't getting any of it then."

Jack says putting the phone to his ear and walking out into the living room. Mark hearing him order a large pepperoni pizza. Mark rolls his eyes to himself, if Jack lived like that it was a wonder he wasn't overweight.

About ten minutes later the doorbell rings. Jack jumps off the couch and nearly runs to the door, money in hand. He comes back a couple minutes later and sets a large pizza on the counter with a smile, clearly pleased with himself.

Mark rolls his eyes and looks at the man who opens the pizza and digs in immediately. Mark chuckles under his breath at the man, clearly so happy to have a pizza even if it was only 10:30 in the morning.

Mark sighs and walks by him, reaching over and grabbing a piece of the pizza as he does, earning a glare from Jack.

"Just what the hell do you think your doing?"

Jack growls stopping Mark, who looks at him with a lopsided grin.

"I'm hungry."

Mark says teasingly with a shrug continuing to walk.

"You didn't even help pay for it you asswad!"

Jack calls out, annoyance clear in his voice, but a slight playfulness to it. Mark shrugs again and looks over his shoulder shoving the last bit of pizza into his mouth.

"Too bad, its my house."

Mark says before beginning to walk down the hallway ignoring Jack who cussed the man out under his breath.

"I'm going to take a shower, enjoy your pizza."

Mark calls back walking down the hall again.

"Yah yah..."

Jack mumbles with a roll of his eyes standing up and grabbing the pizza box. As he walks by he looks down the hallway, seeing Mark pull his shirt over his head before entering the bathroom. Jack's cheeks redden as he see's the sculpted muscles of Mark's back for that second. He soon shakes his head and walks into the living room, his cheeks still slightly red, and flips on the television before plopping down on the couch and setting the pizza box beside him.

"Douche...."

He mumbles quietly to himself shooting a glance down the hall where Mark once stood before watching whatever was on.