What are we? - A Septiplier Story

2. We shouldn't be doing this (NSFW)

"Can I... tell you something?"
Mark was sitting on his bed, notebooks scattered with work in front of him as he glanced up at me. I looked away from the new Engish book we were given to look up at him, my eyebrow raising as I nodded.

"Of course you can, what kind of best friend would I be if you couldn't talk to me?" I joked but was serious. He smiled and looked back down, playing with his pencil.

"It's... kinda serious though. And it's okay if you think it's weird or disgusting, I just.. I need you to know," he said cautiously, his face almost going pale as my worry heated up. I set my book down and stood up from the chair I was sitting in and moved the notebooks orderly to the side, sitting in front of him as I nervously put my hand on his.

"Mark, I won't judge you on whatever it is, I promise," I gave him a reassuring smile, my heart still filled with anxiety even though we've been best friends for a few months now. He turned his hand over, softly grabbing mine as he rubbed his thumb over my fingers, causing my face to flush.

Uh oh.

"I.. uhm.." he cleared his throat quietly as I could feel his heartbeat through his hand; he seemed to be almost shaking, "I.."

He slowly looked up at me, his eyes still making me feel little as if he was looking straight through me. I noticed his eyes trailing all over my face until they stopped at my lips.

"Mark?" I almost hushed, feeling my eyes feel a little heavy as I began to look at his own lips. He raised his hand carefully, setting it on the back of my neck before slowly coming forward, tugging me forward as well.

I actually thought I was going to have a heart attack.

He pressed his lips on mine, not too rough but not too gentle either, almost as if he had wanted to do that for as long as I have. I moved my hands up to his cheeks and held his face refusing to let go, not that he was pulling away anyway. After another second or two though we both pulled away, our faces still very close.

"Was that what you wanted to say?" I whispered to him, smiling as he did too as he nodded with a hushed 'yeah'.

"Can I kiss you again... please?" he whined, my thoughts too clouded for me to say no as I kissed him again and scooted closer to him, me now sitting in his lap as his arms wrapped around my waist. I couldn't think of anything, I couldn't think of the fact that he was in a relationship or that we should be studying for our final exam, but I just couldn't. I never wanted to not kiss him.

His hands slowly slid under my lose maron colored sweater, his hands gently touching up and down my spine as he tugged me closer to him so our chests touched. I could feel both of us start to sweat as I pulled away panting, him lightly huffing as he keep his hands under my shirt.

"God damn.." I mumbled under my breath, looking down at the space between us as he chuckled and kissed my cheek, starting to trail them down my jawline and neck as I placed my hands on his chest.

"Fuck, Mark.." I huffed, my accent heavy as he kissed all over my neck as if it was the last thing he'd ever kiss. He caught me by surprise as he gently tugged at the top of my sweater to expose my collarbone and suck next to it, my spine arching as I quietly groaned. I could feel myself growing in my shorts.

  He pulled away after a few seconds, kissing the spot he sucked on before coming back to my lips and pecking them. My eyes peered into his once more, not caring about the huge hickey on me at the moment.

Mark's hand slowly made his way to my hips, gently but at the same time rough, grabbing them and rotating them against his own.

"Is this okay?" he looked up at me as I bit my lip and tried to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head. I nodded as I got close to his face once more, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him with more lust than passion this time.