Septiplier One Shots

Prostitute

Okay...so...Mark didn't make the best choices. But hey, a man gets horny sometimes...and sometimes a man just wants to screw another man instead of using his girlfriend. It happens to everyone...right?

That really didn't even matter. All that mattered was that Mark had payed online for a prostitute to come to his house. Now it wouldn't normally be that big a deal except...that prostitute was Jack. Apparently, Jack didn't make the best choices either.

The two just stood in the doorway and stared at each other in complete and utter shock. Mark had been walking around in a tight shirt and boxers while Jack was dressed up in a thin ripped up tank top and tiny shorts that showed part of his ass. Mark's eyes eventually drifted to the shorts and the noticeable imprint of his dick through them. Okay, so maybe this choice was better than he thought it would be.

Jack cleared his throat to break the silence and let out a small, nervous laugh. Mark cleared his throat as well and prepared for what may be the most awkward conversation of his life.

"So....Jack..." He began, voice cracking at the Irishman's name, "You're a prostitute. "

" Yeah..and....you ordered a prostitute.... "

" I..umm...yes....I did. "

¨ So.... ¨

¨ So.... ¨

¨ Should I...umm...just...give your money back? ¨ Jack looked up at Mark sheepishly, the redhead melting at the look. While it was awkward to have Jack show up on his doorstep like this, he would rather do it with a friend than a stranger...besides...Mark may or may not have liked Jack for a few years.

¨ I mean...if you..still...you know...want to do your..job...I wouldn't really mind.... ¨ Mark chuckled awkwardly as Jack's face flushed a deep red. He shuffled side to side for a moment in thought then broke his gaze at Mark, a little too ashamed and embarrassed to look at him. After a few minutes, Jack reached up, hooking his arms around Mark's neck and standing on his tiptoes, and pressed his lips against Mark's in a harsh kiss. The redhead smirked into the kiss and snaked his arms around Jack's waist. A moment passed before Mark had to pull back to breathe, pulling a small whimper from Jack's lips. Mark gazed down into Jack's eyes, admiring his flushed face and reddened lips. He felt himself start to stiffen and pulled the Irishman inside his house.

¨ M-Mark! ¨ Jack cried out as Mark pinned him down onto the living room sofa and attacked his neck. Breathy moans escaped him while small nips, licks, and kisses peppered his collar bone. The Irishman could barely process what was happening. He had spent years sleeping around hoping for someone to help recreate the feelings he felt for Mark, but he never expected he would end up with Mark himself. His heart pounded and sensations shot through his body that he couldn't even describe.

¨ Jack... ¨ Mark whispered in his lover's ear and ran his hand up and down his waist. Jack whined at the loss of contact for the second time that night and looked pleadingly into Mark's eyes.

"Are you sure you want this? ¨ Jack almost didn't hear the question and didn't even bother to answer it. Desperate for more friction, he tried pulling his hands from Mark's grip and bucked up against him, grinding his hips. Mark tried to get Jack's attention but eventually lost himself in the rough pleasure.

¨ M-mark. More p-please! ¨ Jack begged and bucked his hips again. The redhead gave up with self control and practically tore Jack's shirt off. He moved down, leaving a trail of soft kisses to the edge of his uke's shorts. Giving his v-line one last kiss, he took the waistband between his teeth and slid them down. Jack's erection sprang free, revealing he didn't wear underwear and pulling a grunt of relief from his throat. Mark made quick work of the tight shorts and yanked them all the way off.

¨ H-Hurry..Mark. Just fuck me already! "Jack grew impatient as Mark took some time to admire his body. The redhead smirked and pulled them hem of his shirt up slowly, showing off his toned form and giving Jack a seductive look.

¨ Love, our situation is hardly fair. You're completely vulnerable and open for me to admire, shouldn't I give you a show as well~? ¨ Mark purred and slowed his pace even more, pulling his shirt over his head. Jack pouted and whined as his member throbbed, desperate for attention.

¨ Patience, love. ¨ Mark chuckled lowly and set his hand against his abdomen, sliding it down to the waistline of his boxers. A low growl emanated from the male's throat as he gazed down into his lover's eyes. He stared at Jack hungrily, imagining what he would do to him. It took all of his willpower not to fuck him through the floor right then and there but seeing the Irishman's panting and desperate form and twitching member gave him the strength to resist. He grabbed the front of his waistband and pulled it down, freeing his dick. The redhead let out a sigh of relief at the freedom from his restricting underwear.

Jack sat up quickly and got on his knees, reaching out and gripping the sides of Mark's waist. He leaned forward eagerly, only to be stopped by Mark cupping his face in his hand. Jack looked up in disappointment but ended up staring in shock at Mark's expression. His eyes were dilated, almost no color peeking through. His hair was messy and face flushed, looking down with pure love and lust. The sight sent a shiver down Jack's spine.

¨ Beg. ¨ Mark smirked as the word left his mouth. Jack tilted his head and let out a confused whimper. Mark felt his heart melt at the noise.

¨ Beg for me. I won let you continue until you beg. " Mark explained, running his thumb over the Irishman's lower lip. Jack whimpered. He wasn't even allowed to touch Mark until he begged like some damn pet? He stayed in place, pouting for a minute before he gave in to his desires.

¨ Please. Let me touch you. Mark~ " Jack's voice cracked as the redhead's name passed his swollen lips and Mark lost all self control. He pulled Jack further away and pinned him to the couch. In one swift motion, Mark hooked Jack's legs over his shoulders and pushed in, not bothering to give the Irishman any time to adjust.

" M-Mark! N-No - Aaagh! " Tears brimmed Jack's eyes as his breath caught in his throat. The pain was almost too much to bear. Mark stopped when he was fully sheathed and bit the edge of his lover's ear.

" Tell me when I can move. " He whispered and soothingly ran his hands up and down the Irishman's waist. Jack waited a few minutes then gave a small nod. Mark didn't hesitate and pulled out, only to slam back in. He picked up to a quick pace, attacking Jack's neck all the while.

" Gah! S-slow down! " Jack dug his nails into marks back and clung for dear life as Mark rammed into him. The couch began to creak slightly as the redhead only picked up the pace, smothering out his lover's moans with a rough kiss.

" M-Mark! G-Gonna- " Mark cut off Jack's final cry with another kiss, cum splattering against their chests. Mark thrusted in once more and came, filling the small male beneath him. Jack whimpered at the odd feeling and bit down softly on Mark's shoulder.

" I love you. " Mark pulled out and rolled onto his side, holding Jack close.

" I....I love you too. " The small male buried his face into Marks chest and began to doze off. Mark smiled and drifted to sleep with him. Such an awkward mistake had become the greatest decision of their lives.