You're In Awfully Early {Septiplier}

Just Too Sincere

"Felix you fucking bastard!" Jack growls, nearly slamming his controller onto his desk. He forces himself to only grip the controller tighter, focus on defeating the Swede.

The blonde laugh maniacally. "Get wrecked, scrub."

"You Swedish asshole!" Jack seethes as he dies again. "I swear I'm never playing with you again!"

"Oh you Irish crybaby," Felix smirks, all too proud. "To used to your boyfriend holding your hand?"

"You goddamn-"

Jack jumps when a set of strong arms wrap around him. However, he relaxes immediately at the familiar touch, tension draining from his muscles. Turning his head, Mark's tanned face greets him, hair ruffled from bed.

"Hey, Moomoo," Jack smiles, unashamed of the horrible nickname even in front of Felix. "Why are you still up?"

"I need cuddles," he groans, groggy.

"Give me a second to finish up, okay?" the Irishman offers, pecking the raven's lips in a small kiss.

Mark nods, touching Jack's lips briefly with his own before releasing him. The raven folds his arms atop the brunette's gaming chair. His naked vision can barely see the blurry mess that is Jack's recording, on one screen the game and the other his blonde friend.

Felix has gone completely silent, attention focused elsewhere. Even when Jack and Mark break apart, he is still refusing to look to his Irish friend, tweaking the sound setting on his recording to appear busy.

"Did you ask him?" Mark questions, voice low and quiet.

Felix doesn't miss the question, forcing his eyes back on Jack. The Irishman shakes his head in response to his boyfriend before settling his gaze onto the blonde. Felix's head tilts a bit in confusion, staring into the blue eyes he can dare to meet.

"I was hoping to butter him up a bit more before I asked," Jack mentions, glancing at Mark.

Mark chuckles softly, a small smile on his face. Felix clears his throat, just to remind him of his presence, terribly awkward. His stomach twists at his racing imagination, the question looking like an interrogation with the two of them.

"So Felix," Jack begins casually, "any plans this weekend?"

"That depends," the Swede offers, shifting in his seat. He's never liked the weight of other's eyes on him, preferring to talk to a camera in his office or stare into the blinding light on stage.

"Well," Jack smiles softly, looking up to Mark, "we were wondering if you would do us the honor of coming to PAX."

Felix opens his mouth to pour excuses into the Irishman's ears, but Jack continues before he says a word. "It's our four year anniversary, and we really want you here, Felix. Our families are coming, and there's going to be a small party. We really, really want you to come."

"I don't know," Felix offers lamely. "It's been so long since I've been to an American convention. And, I wasn't even really invited to PAX."

Mark scoffs, chuckling lightly. "Like they would turn down PewDiePie? They'll probably take away our panel and give it to you instead."

"I don't know," he repeats, rubbing the back of his neck. "I mean all the hotels are probably booked, and Marzia's going to be in Paris, so there won't be anyone to watch the pugs. And it's such short notice with my videos and all."

"You can stay with us," Jack chimes in. "We've got two spare bedrooms. I'll even give you clean sheets."

"And you can bring the pugs with you," Mark offers. "I'm sure Chica won't mind the company."

"And we'll do challenge videos for our channels," Jack smiles. "Just like old times."

Felix sighs, looking down to pick at his nails. Chewing on his bottom lip, he tries to push the real question to his lips: Is Ken going to be there? He doesn't know if he's ready to see him, dreads the thought of ruining Jack and Mark's celebration over their past drama.

The Swede glances back up, his eyes finding the saddest pair of blue ones. Felix's stomach twists, guilt settling there. Jack's sincerity has always been his greatest advantage.

"You don't have to come if you don't want to," Jack sighs, shoulders falling as he sinks into himself. "I just really wanted to see you again. But it's okay. We can see each other another time."

Felix groans, nearly in physical pain from Jack's crushing sadness. He focuses his gaze on the raven for a moment, who is casting a pitiful look at his boyfriend, another of his concerns coming to mind. Does Mark hate him?

"I can probably make it work," Felix breathes, swallowing a lump in his throat.

Jack lights up like a Christmas tree, huge smile spreading across his face. "Really? You really, really mean it?"

Felix nods slowly, regretting his decision only a bit. "Of course, Jack. I miss you, bro. We gotta hang out more."

"I won't let you out of my sight the entire weekend!" Jack chirps, blue eyes sparking with happiness. "I can't wait to see you! Go book your flight right now and send us the details! We'll work everything else out, okay?"

"Okay, okay, don't get your panties in a bunch," Felix laughs. "I'll take care of it and fill you two in tomorrow. Now go to bed, okay? Mark looks exhausted."

Felix finally makes eye contact with the American, soft brown eyes far sweeter than he remembers. Mark gives a small nod, a silent thank you, as Jack nearly bounces in his chair, smiling so wide his cheeks must be sore.

"Of course, of course," Jack grins. "See you soon!"