Septiplier Oneshots

Choose Me

Jack: Hey guys know this is short notice but my hotel got booked full and I need a place to stay :(

Mark: I've got room

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"Thanks a thousand for letting me stay," Jack grins as he walks into Marks room but stops short. "There's one bed?" He questions and Mark goes beet red.

"You needed a room right?" He shrugs and Jack tosses his stuff on the bed. "Besides I can sleep on the floor,"

"What? After you offered me your room to share. That'd be ridiculous," Jack laughs. "I can just sleep on the floor,"

"And have you be a grump on convention day?"

"Hey I'm not like that," Jack laughs as he turns to Mark. "We'll just sleep in the bed together?" He offers as more of a questions and Mark smiles.

"No homo?" He asks and laughing again Jack punches his arm.

"Yeah whatever," he grins. "I'm just going to take a shower and the we can go meet everyone else for dinner,"

Mark watches his back turn as he enters the bathroom and turns on the shower. Hopping on the bed he rests his head against the backboard turning on the TV to pass time. Absently messing with the edge of his shirt Mark itches his head. This was going to be rough. Jack and him sleeping in the same bed after what happened? Even if both Jack and him agreed it was nothing, it was nothing but a simple little kiss that happened while they were wine drunk on Felix's couch. They'd talked it over in the morning and then Jack went home to his girlfriend. His girlfriend Eliza who was a bubbling, black haired sweetheart who was truly perfect for him. It was saw on the faces of everyone around them, they were going to get married someday but the thing is, it made Mark sick.

It made him sick that he'd only had one sip of his wine because he was driving. It made him sick that Jack was actually tipsy while he wasn't and he still did it anyway. He was absolutely nauseas that he'd went ahead and done it despite the fact. But mostly he hated himself because he actually liked it.

"Why are you watching 'Say Yes to the Dress'?" Jack says coming out of the shower, a towel around his waist. Jumping practically off the bed Mark turns his head to the TV.

"What? Oh it's good," he spits out randomly and Jack laughs, water dribbles running down his bare chest and Mark forces himself to look away. "I like dress two," he shrugs and that was actually true. He really did like this show and happened to have seen this episode. "It's everything she wants,"

    "Didn't know you were a fan," he smiles digging around in his bag and soon pulling out a nice sweater and pants.

    "Didn't know you owned such nice clothes," Mark grins raising his eyebrows and Jack laughs, waving him off.

    "Oh screw off. I'm trying to look nice for dinner," he calls as he walks back into the bathroom. Chuckling to himself Mark looks down at his own clothes. He could probably do better than his sleeveless green shirt. Going to his own bag he pulls out his burgundy colored shirt and his long grey cardigan.

    Pulling his original shirt over his head he grabs the shirt but looking at it fully he debates it. It was a wine color and right now all Mark wanted to do was not think about wine. Tossing it back into the suitcase he starts to look again.

    "Ready to g-," Jack speech fades off when he sees him.

    "Oh," Mark yelps a little. "I figured since you kicked it up a notch I should too,"