Jack reeled back and swung his pillow around, hitting Mark right in the back of his head. "Gah!" the startled man yelped. "Pillow fight," a giggly Jack shouted before running off. "You're on, you Irish bastard," Mark called out, grabbing his own pillow and chasing after the green-haired man.
Jack whipped around the corner, where he was greeted with his taller, bear hat-wearing friend smacking a pillow into the slender man's chest. "Don't start a game you can't finish," Ken declared with a confident grin, "You've just awoken Pillow Fight Master Kenpai, king of the–OOF!" Ken's rambling was quickly interrupted a stray pillow striking him in the face. "Back off, Ken," Felix exclaimed giddily, "Jackaboy is mine!"
"EEP!" Jack shrieked as he dived behind the couch from flying pillows. At the corner of his eye he saw something red coming towards him just before getting tackled by Mark. Jack was bombarded with pillows as Mark swung the Irishman up over his shoulder. "Ha ha! I have won!" Mark proclaimed triumphantly, "The Irish one is mine!!"
"Alright boys, playtime is over," Mary giggled with a joyous grin on her as she entered the room, "I have to sleep so keep it quiet."
"Sorry, baby," Ken kissed her cheek and gave her a hug, "It's all good that I sleep down here with them, tonight?" Mary nodded and gave a pleasant smile. As she left, the boys gathered up all the pillows and rolled out their sleeping bags. "Night everyone!" Felix yelled. Everyone shushed him and chuckled softly.
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A few hours went by and the room was silent, with the occasional heavy breathing. But Jack laid wide awake. He shifted in his sleeping bag, staring up at the ceiling. Nothing. He felt even more awake. Letting out a deep sigh, he turned on his side to face where Mark was lying. "Mark," Jack whispered sharply, "Mark!"
Soon the man opened his eyes, squinting slightly to make out Jack in the darkness. "What?" Mark groaned, his voice tired and raspy. "I can't sleep," Jack stated quietly, scooting closer so Mark could hear him. "Well what do you want me to do about it?" The exhausted man slurred, rubbing his eyes. "Could I...lay with you?" Jack asked innocently, his striking blue eyes sparkling in the sliver of moonlight shining through the window.
Mark felt his face heat up. "Um...o-okay," he opened up his sleeping bag just enough for Jack to slide right in. The two fit nice and snug, with Mark wrapping his arms around Jack from behind as the smaller man snuggled into his chest. The Irishman exhaled softly, drifting off to sleep against Mark's warm embrace.
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Daylight shined blindingly through the windows, brightening the room. Felix yawned and stretched, sitting up and scratching his head. He glanced around the room, but froze, feeling uncontrollable laughter building in his abdomen. "Ken!! Ken!!" Felix whispered loudly, shaking his friend until he woke up. "Hmm, wha?" Ken yawned, rubbing his eyes. Felix pointed and started snickering. Ken looked over to find Jack and Mark cuddling, to which Ken began snickering as well.
The two held each other with giggling excitement as Jack groaned, slowly opening his eyes. As Jack rubbed his eyes, Ken and Felix couldn't contain their emotions. "Having fun over there?" Ken asked, trying his hardest not to burst out laughing. Jack stared at them confused through groggy, half-lidded eyes. He felt movement right next him, glancing down to find Mark holding his face to Jack's hip. Intense blush spread on Jack's cheeks as he recalled what happened.
The flustered Irishman sprang up with a yelp, startling Mark awake in the process. Mark slumped up with his messy hair in his tired face, not taking in to consideration that he has his arm around his green-haired friend's waist, still. Ken and Felix couldn't hold it in anymore, falling in a heap of insane laughter. All the while Jack was redder than a tomato patch.
