He sat alone on the bathroom floor with his (Jack's) iPad out, scrolling through images of male models on Pinterest.
his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he thought to himself, admiring a black and white photo of a young man with long blonde hair, wearing a tight black shirt and wide brimmed black hat. Mark recalled that day at the mall and sighed happily. He didn't think he was ugly, but surely knew he wasn't the best looking person, despite what everyone tells him. He did personally think he was sexy as fuck, though.
Maybe he'd give modeling a try eventually? It couldn't hurt.
He locked his iPad and sprang up from the bathroom floor, flushing the toilet to make it seem like he was actually using the toilet during his extended trip to the bathroom. He knew his dad was still awake and didn't want him to get suspicious as to what he was doing in the bathroom at 2 A.M.
Mark tiptoed back to his bedroom and plopped down on the bed next to Jack, startled when Jack gently tapped his forehead.
"Marky, I missed you. You were gone for a long ass time." The Irish boy pouted.
"I was taking a poop."
"You lie."
"How do you know? Maybe I'm constipated." Mark grinned, lifting his right leg and letting out a loud fart that strangely almost mimicked the sound of paper ripping.
Jack giggled, wrapping his arms around his fiancé's neck and planting a kiss on his nose.
Mark grinned and breathed deeply, "You smell like peaches, and you're lips still taste like peaches." Mark smirked against Jack's lips.
"Mark, it's flavored but Ronnie says you're not just supposed to just eat it excessively." The small boy mumbled, his bottom lip gently between Mark's teeth.
A blush had crept up on Jack's cheeks by now. Ever since Ronnie had gifted him a few rosy tinted lip glosses for his birthday, he'd fallen absolutely in love with wearing them. And every time he wore the Sweet Peach flavored one, Mark would practically eat it right off his lips, which he'd found to be very cute.
"Don't care."
Mark closed his eyes and kissed Jack's lips one last time before jumping out of bed and bolting out of the room due to the smell of his own fart that'd suddenly filled his nostrils and was pretty much poisoning him.
"Your fart smells like fuckin' gold, hunty."
"Shhhh! Now you lie."
A/N: I feel like "hunty" might become Jack's new word for a while, y'all XD
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Me Plus You ♡ s.m. + m.f.
FanfictionIn which a sweet Korean boy and an elated little Irish boy venture through the struggles and unpredictable events of their daily teenage lives together in the city of Cincinnati, Ohio.
