Me Plus You ♡ s.m. + m.f.

{164} Smells Like Fuckin' Garbage

Once it'd hit 10:00 a.m, Mark and Jack decided it'd be best to just go back to bed. Cause honestly what's better than cuddling in bed with your fiancé on a sunny, Saturday morning? Jack thought. And it was only a matter of time until they wouldn't be able to spend as much time together, nor just have lazy Saturday mornings spent together, so for now neither had planned to get up.

Mark definitely seemed a lot more relaxed now then he was before. He sighed, spreading the warm blankets up past his shoulders, and pulled Jack closer to his chest. He absolutely loved the way Jack looked right now, all relaxed and lazy, wearing only a pair of lace underwear and a long and baggy white tee shirt, his hair overgrown and messy, and his skin just as pale as a porcelain doll's. Absolutely beautiful.

He gently tickled the back of the smaller boy's neck to get him to turn around and face him.

"What you want?" Jack asked sleepily.

"You look so beautiful, I love you so much, baby boy." Mark admitted, making Jack blush and smile a little. He always just knew how to make the small boy crazy.

"Awww, I love you, too, honeybun! Let me sleep now."

"I have a surprise for you, though!"

"What is it? Just hurry up and tell me."

Mark nodded, and with that he quickly sat up and pulled the bed sheets over Jack's head as he let out the loudest of farts. Jack screamed and squirmed, trying to escape to no avail whatsoever.

"Maaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrk!" Jack whined to his hysterically laughing fiancé, "Don't! I fuckin' hate you!" He finished, escaping the sheets only to harshly slap Mark's bicep.

"Ow! Don't be mad, baby!" Mark laughed, wrapping his arms around Jack only to be smacked again.

"I'm so mad! Your fuckin' fart literally fuckin' smells like fuckin' garbage, too!" Jack cried out as the pungent smell of Mark's fart overpowered his nostrils. To Jack, just being in the room was legitimately the equivalent of climbing into a full trashcan.

He quickly made his way to the door and was scooped up and thrown over Mark's shoulder.

"No! Don't touch me now!"

"Where do you think you're going?" Mark asked, laughing as he slipped his hand into the back of Jack's underwear.

"To the damn guest room to get away from the smell of your fuckin' fart! I'm literally going to call the police if you don't put me down, I swear to Jesus Christ himself!"

Loud echoes sounded throughout the narrow hallway as Mark took a few harsh slaps to his back, and a few to the back of his head as he took Jack to the spare bedroom and set him softly on the bed.

"I'm sorry babes, that was hilarious, though!" Mark apologized. He gently ran his hands over the smooth, bare skin on the back of Jack's shaven legs. He chuckled, "Can I do anything to make you feel better?"

"No!"

A/N: Mark got fucking decked by Jack lolol