Naughty things nice boys do- smut and fluff one shots

(Septiplier) Sleepover

(Kind of fluffy? Idk)
Mark is at Jack's place. A sleepover they had arranged. They'd been playing video games for hours and no were taking turns with the shower. Jack is sitting on the bed checking twitter and waiting patiently. The door opens and steam flows in. Mark is dressed in pink mustache patterned boxers and a Antisepticeye t shirt. Momentarily Jack is frozen. His eyes following the water rolling down Mark's abs as Mark pulls the shirt over his head. His heart races seeing Mark push his wet hair back. So perfect. His muscles flex when he moves, they glisten. When he turns away Jack can see his ass flex and the way the boxers cling to his wet skin. Mark looks sexy. Shaking his head Jack smiles a bit uncomfortably. He focuses on Mark's shirt and not his shining muscles.
Jack squeals, "awwww!" Mark scoffs. "But mark you're wearing my boy Anti! It's cute!" He grabs something from behind Jack and slaps Jack with it. A soft thump is heard. Mark is smirking and holding a pillow. Mark turns and messes with his bag. He pulls a Darkiplier t shirt out and gives it to Jack. "Now we're awesome." Chuckling jack heads to the bathroom. There's a reason Mark is his best friend. Because he's the best.
Jack smiles and once he's turned away and walked into the bathroom he blushes. He closes the door and brings the shirt to his face to hide his blush. He smells a hint of Mark's signature scent and let out a shaky breath. Why is Mark making him all flustered? He inhales the scent again. Wow, that's...intoxicating.
He showers, ignoring his hard on. Mark affects him so easily. He drags his hands down his pale chest. His fingers gently press into him as he massages his soap into his skin. His hands are over his pecs, dancing across his nipples. A moan escapes his mouth and he jerks his hands off his alabaster body. He shuts off the water and hops out. He ignores his desire to touch himself and pulls his Samsepticeye boxers on. He steps out of the bathroom and Mark looks up. His jaw drops a bit. He blushes hard. Jacks brilliantly white abs are glistening with water and his hair is hanging down adorably. His Sam boxers cling to his curves. Mark swallows saliva that pooled in his mouth and smiles. He tries his hardest not to stare at the glistening god before him. Quickly Jack pulls Mark's shirt on. It hangs down equal length to his boxers making him feel shy.
"Awww." Jack frowns. "Shush, I'm not cute or anything." Mark shakes his head. "You're adorable jackababy." Jacks face flares up red. "The fuck did you call me?!" Mark blinks and backs up, his hands held up. "Nothing..." Jack grabs Mark's discarded pillow and tackles him. He smacks him with the pillow repeatedly until they roll off the bed they landed on, onto the floor. He loses the pillow and lands on Mark's lap. He blushes and Mark smiles.
"Dude you're cute in my shirt. It's like a dress on you." Jack scowls again and Mark cackles as he tries to resist the tickling. Jack is flushed from his attack and from realizing that he's touching Mark's sexy abs. Mark surrenders and Jack gets up. As he walks away it gives Mark a perfect view.
He doesn't stop himself from whistling. And when jack turns around he doesn't see humor in Mark's eyes but playful honesty.
Flushing Jack tackles Mark again. This time he kisses him quickly. Their lips barely, but solidly, connect before he pulls them apart. Then he gets up and sprints off.
Mark lies on the floor and smiles.
God that little Irish boy is beautiful.