His Bright Eyes (Septiplier)

The Beginning Step

-Jack's POV-

"And I'll see all you dudes, in the next videoooo!"

And quick pause, and stop.

I sighed, pressed the "stop recording" button, and started my email to Robin.

Hey,

Here is the latest file to edit. Please let me know if I need to send any additional footage to you, as usual. Also, when you have some time later this week for a Skype call, I want you to finally get to chat with Mark. He has a charity event later in the year that he would like some help with.

- Sean

I read through the note a couple of times, and after changing a word here and there, hit send.

I looked at the time. I'd been working in Mark's office for over two hours, and I hadn't seen him since our bath together. I got up, and stretched.

At least this time I wasn't sore at all.

"Mark?" I called out. Silence.

I went down the stairs and into the kitchen. In the living room I heard the television playing a commercial. I walked in to see Mark, completely asleep on the couch. He was leaning on the arm, his glasses on the top of his head. It was fairly obvious that he didn't mean to fall asleep.

I smiled at how cute he looked, and took off his glasses before leaning down and slowly rubbing his arm to wake him up. His eyes opened slowly and looked mildly confused.

"Hey," I said to him smiling, "enjoy your nap?"

"Must have," he said, his voice deep due to sleep, "I just wish my body would've warned me that I was going to take one."

He rubbed the back of his neck, and grimaced.

"I would have laid down a bit for comfortably."

He opened his arms and I gave him a hug and snuggled up with him on the couch. After handing him his glasses, I leaned in for a kiss.

"Oh no," he said with a laugh and pulling away, "That's the start of how I ended up passing out on the couch in the first place.

I gave my best "I'm innocent" face but he just chuckled loudly.

"Just because you have the face of an angel, Bright Eyes, doesn't mean you are one."

I opened my mouth to say something really sarcastic, but he raised his hands in surrender.

"Not that I am complaining. Just give me more than a day to recover, all right?"

"I promise nothing," I said, giving him another hug. "So, what would you like for dinner?"

"Dinner?" He said looking puzzled again. He lunged for his phone on the coffee table and jumped up in alarm.

"Shit, I was supposed to call Mike back hours ago!" he said, staring at the phone screen, "I have over 10 missed calls and texts from him." He dialed a number quickly and winced when, I assume Mike, answered the phone with a scream.

"Yeah, I know. I am super late with calling you back," he said, getting up and adjusting his jogging pants, "I just got a bit...distracted."

He glanced over at me, and I frowned, feeling awful. Maybe the bathtub sex wasn't the best idea for the day. I hadn't even considered that Mark may have other things to do.  "I'm sorry," I whispered to him. He shook his head, and moving the phone away from his ear, leaned over to me.

"Mike yells about everything, Sean," he said quietly, "He'll get over it. Besides, this morning was one of the best fucks -"

"Who the HELL are you calling a fuck?!" Mike screamed over the phone loudly.