He Talks Too Much ~ Septiplier

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Lets play a game: who forgot this story existed? :P

"You're a good, good man." Jack murmured quietly as he watched Mark unwrap his plastic bag to reveal enough Chinese food to feed a family of four and what appeared to be an action blockbuster film so recent Jack hadn't even seen the teaser trailers yet. Impressive.

Mark shot him a grin as he hopped around the small kitchen looking for plates. "I like to think so." He replied happily as he emptied out portions of the various containers and presented Jack with a heaped plate that made his weak stomach shudder in fear. "I wasn't sure what you liked so I kinda just got a range of stuff and hoped for the best. If you don't like any of it just ignore it."

Jack met the American's hopeful expression with resignation. He couldn't say no to that face, taking the plate without a word of protest. "Thanks." The Irishman muttered softly instead, grabbing himself a fork and taking a mouthful of rice, ignoring the feeling of Mark's eyes on him. "What would you've done with all this stuff if I let you leave?" Jack asked as he took another mouthful, this time of chicken.

Mark shrugged nonchalantly, his gaze flickering down to his own dinner. "I don't know, probably would've shared it Olivia or something. I've never really liked eating alone."

Jack tried to ignore the way the delicious sweet-and-sour chicken in his mouth suddenly tasted like a chunk of cardboard at the mention of the girl's name. "How'd you know which apartment was mine, anyway?" He asked quickly, changing topic with very little subtlety. "I don't remember mentioning it."

At that Mark flushed, his cheeks colouring a pretty pink. "I just hit a random button and asked the girl who picked up if she knew you or not."

Jack rolled his eyes a little. "I bet that went well."

A cheeky smile tugged at the corner of Mark's mouth. "Well I don't know, she did tell me to fuck off; aggressively might I add, and then proceeded to give me your apartment number with the promise of a restraining order if she ever saw me again." He shrugged, his smile growing. "I'd call it a win."

Jack snorted. "Yeah I'd say you really worked your magic on that one." The Irishman smiled, shovelling another mouthful of food into his mouth even though he couldn't truly enjoy it anymore.

A few minutes later they moved from the kitchen to the couch to watch Mark's movie and despite Jack's initial embarrassment at the mess of the living room, Mark thankfully didn't seem to notice. And you know, props to him for not commenting on Jack's shitty little apartment or Jack's awful appearance or his remarkably shitty little life. After all with Mark being a celebrity and everything Jack imagines it must've been hard not to comment. Jack appreciated that.

Watching Tv on his own and watching Tv with Mark were two completely different concepts Jack discovered, the main difference being that currently every single one of his senses were on high alert, his body tense with a mixture of anxiety and excitement. Mark was apparently a cuddler, for want of a better word, judging by how he completely ignored the empty space on the couch when they sat, instead coming right up against Jack, trapping him between the arm rest and his body. Jack couldn't believe the way he was reacting; his skin hot and his face flushed in a way he knew had nothing to do with sickness and his skin so hyperaware of everywhere they touched it was driving him insane.

It was completely irrational and generally ridiculous for a grown man's heart to beat so fast at a simple brush of hands grabbing for the same remote or a glance that lasted just a beat too long.

Yet, Jack couldn't say he wasn't enjoying himself.

The movie itself was a good one, full of adrenaline filled fight scenes and a just enough witty one liners to brighten the mood, but Jack couldn't concentrate on any of it because holy shit he could feel Mark staring at him in the dim light, completely ignoring the movie, and he couldn't stop shifting under the gaze, unsure what to make of it. Unsure what to make of any of this.