Septiplier SMUT shots

Why? (PART 1)

Jacks POV

'Please...' Was the only thing I could think. I was waiting in the hospital's waiting room, on the verge of tears.

I had forgotten Marks body wasn't able to break down alcohol. He was tense and jumpy after recording for almost eight hours with me and I wanted to loosen him up.

I poured him some wine and he was tired enough to actually drink it. He drank the whole bottle before he started feeling emence pain, started shaking and coughing, unable to breathe.

This was all my fault. He was going to die and it was because of me.

"Seán?" I shot up and practically sprinted to the nurse. "Please... Please tell me he's okay..." I whispered, feeling tears fall down my cheeks.

"He's okay. We will need to keep him here for the night to make sure." She said, glancing at her clipboard.

"C-Can I stay with him?" "Are you I'm a relationship with him? I'm sure you aren't family."

I felt a blush crawl up my cheeks. "N-No..." She stared at my expression and nodded. "Ah, I see. It's one of 'those' relationships."

"W-What?" "You like him, he likes you, neither of you have the guts to step up and say something."

"I-I don't think-" "Don't try on me. I was a mental and emotional therapist for five years sweetheart. I can see right through both of you two's walls."

"The grass isn't as green on the other side..." I said, looking away. "He doesn't like m-" "Save it. But no. I can't let you stay overnight unless your family or have a relationship, but I can let you stay until visiting hours are over."

She led me back to Marks room and I v to him, giving him a giant hug. He hugged me back and suddenly pushed me away, eyeing my tears.

"Why are you crying?" "This is my fault! Why else?" "No it's not. You forgot. Everyone forgets. "You could have died!" I yelled, angry he didn't let me take the blame.

"But I didn't." He said, wiping the tears away. He pulled me back into his embrace and I wanted to pull away at first, but I fell into it, never wanting it to stop.

"I'm sorry Mark... I'm so sorry..." I said, feeling more tears fall down my cheeks and onto his chest.

"God I'm so sorry. You have no idea how so-" He cut me off, gently putting his lips on mine.

He pulled away and I stilled, unsure of what to do. "I knew that was the only thing that could shut you up." He said, giggling.

"W-" "Visiting hours are over." A nurse said, peaking her head into the door. I stood up and noticed an odd bulge under his covers.

"Mark what is th-" "You have to leave now sir." She said, interrupting me again.

*TS*

I say in my driveway, the feeling of his lips still on mine. "Why?" I whispered. I knew Mark was straight. Or I was pretty sure. So why did he do that?

I got out and walked inside, the house oddly silent and empty since he wasn't there. It always felt that way when he was gone.

I layed on the couch, yawning. I touched my lips, the feeling still present. I thought the same thing all night, unable to sleep.

"Why did he kiss me?"