Septiplier one shots! Fluff (smut if requested)

love you to much

"MARK! I swear if you do that again!" Jack screamed at the top of his lungs. He was building something in the living room peacefully but his room mate, the pretty eyed jock had to just come in and nock it down. 

"BUTTT JACK! I'm super drunk." Mark's voice was slurred 

Jack sighed and moved over to Mark, "you need to go to bed then."

Mark crumpled to Jack who was sitting on the floor, "You're not gonna help me to bed?" Jack huffed, "Like I ever would, and even if I did you'd just play it off the next day like nothing even happened."

Mark puffed out his lips and put on a puppy face. Jack pursed his lips and kissed his forehead. 

"It's still a no baby."

"Even if I make you eggs in the morning for he rest of the week," Mark asked not laying on his back and looking up to Jack as he rested his head on his chest. "Pretty pretty please?" 

Jack sighed and looked away, "I just wanted to build a card tower up to my waist so I could show Felix, and you came in and knocked it down, so why should I help you?"

"I said I was sorry!"

"No you didn't, all you did was complain that you were drunk when you came in. How'd you get here anyway?" 

Mark put on a dopey smile remembering the part the football team threw for winning the season, "Ken and Cry carried me back, well more like Cry. Ken was wobbling too, but Cry couldn't carry up both back to he cut Ken off."

Jack nodded along with Mark late night story. Mark reached up and pull Jack down so he could kiss him on the nose before whispering as if it was the most important information in the world, "did you know Cry can hold his alcohol! Like really well!"

Jack sighed and pushed Mark off so he could stand up, then he turned around and helped Mark off the floor. "I'll help you get up but that's it." 

Jack gripped Mark's large arms and  put all his weight backwards to try to get up the bigger body mass. Once Mark was on two feet again he didn't let Jack go, Mark moved around Jack and picked up but by the waist.

Jack was being held like a child would hold a cat for the first time. The only problem for Jack was, he was small and light enough for it to work. Mark marched over to the bedroom they sometimes shared, it was really just Jack's room because Jack couldn't stand the smell of Mark's.  

"Mark, put me down. I don't care about your bedtime I was doing something and I wanna get get back do doing it." Jack huffed and struggled a bit to get out of his grasp but the more he wiggled the stronger the grip seemed to get.

Mark kicked open Jack's door and tossed Jack onto the bed like he was a sake of potato. Then following shortly after flopping himself onto Jack in between his legs so he could reach his stomach better. 

Mark's fingers wiggled as he pulled up Jack's shirt just a bit to see his belly button. Mark looked up the Jack and smirked while Jack had a confused look on his face. Slowly taking in a deep breath Mark placed his mouth on Jack's stomach and blew out all the air giving Jack a raspberry.

Jack laughed as hard as he could with a man on top of him, trying to bring his legs together and roll over onto his side from his ticklish stomach. "MARK, Mark! Stop, I'm gonna piss myself."

Jack kept his eyes tight together and Mark softly grinned on Jack unknowing because his drunkenness. "Mark stop it!" Mark hummed lips still attached to Jack's pale belly. 

"I love you, you small angry ball of rage." Mark hummed and looked up to Jack's smile that couldn't be erased. It took awhile for Jack to respond because of his laughing fit but he did, and when he did it was, "I love you too, you big idiot."

Yo that's 690 words....