You're In Awfully Early {Septiplier}

Just Too Responsive

"Mark!" Jack calls from the other room, soft footsteps accompanying his words.

"Office!" Mark calls back, door open about halfway because he's only editing. Chica is by his feet, her tail starting to sway lazily against the floor as Jack comes closer.

Jack pops his head in, hair damp from his shower and freshly dressed for the day. Chica jumps to her feet, tail wagging wildly. The golden retriever pitter patters over to the Irishman, nuzzling his hand with her wet nose. Jack kneels down in front of her, using two hands to stroke her, cooing softly about how pretty she is.

"Did you come here to find Chica?" Mark chuckles softly, turning in his chair. Mark's eyes drift across his boyfriend's form fitting shirt, admiring the way his jeans hug his curves.

"She's always a perk," Jack smiles, stroking her head a few times before focusing on the raven. "Did you see that Felix is coming early?"

Mark nods before raising his eyebrow in suspicious. "He isn't already waiting at the airport, right?"

Jack laughs. "He's coming Wednesday, Moomoo. I'm going out with Ethan."

"Right, right, their anniversary present," Mark nods, patting his lap for Chica. The golden retriever wags her tail happily, trotting over to Mark to receive more pets.

Jack scoffs. "What a traitor."

"There's room for you too, babe," Mark smirks, stroking Chica's soft head.

Jack stands, walking over to Mark. The Irishman sits on Mark's lap, an arm looping around the raven's neck and legs swinging freely to the side. Mark reaches up for a kiss, and Jack gives him a quick peck.

"Think you can run by the store on your way out?" Mark asks, focusing a bit too much on Jack's pale pink lips.

"I doubt we'll make it anywhere near a grocery store," Jack chuckles. "You know Ethan. We'll probably start at a sex shop and end up at McDonald's."

"Won't mind you picking up a few things from there either," Mark chuckles, kissing gently at Jack's scruffy bread.

Mark's hand rubs at Jack's thigh, mouth drifting to nip at Jack's ear. The Irishman groans quietly, opening his legs wider as Mark's hand drifts to palm him through his jeans.

Jack hums quietly, mind turning hazy. "Mark... fuck, Ethan's waiting for me to pick him up."

"Oh he won't mind," Mark purrs, tongue gliding along the shell of Jack's ear. His teeth gently nibble on pierced lob, drawing out a needy whine from the Irishman.

Jack groans softly as Mark pops the button on his jeans. The raven reaches into his boyfriend's boxers, stroking him in long, slow motions. Jack shutters, hips wiggling against Mark's crotch.

"You better stop or you're going to be so much later," Mark rumbles, breath turning a bit heavy.

Jack hums innocently, "Already late."

"Later, Roo," Mark promises, fluttering kisses along Jack's scruffy jaw.

Mark's hand speeds up, confident stokes drawing pants from the Irishman. Jack's back bends like a bow, toes curling inside his shoes, as Mark's thumb runs against his tip, nearly finishing him on the spot. But, he holds out a bit longer, never quite able to get over how deliciously hot his boyfriend's hands are.

Mark's phone dings softly, laying on the desk, but neither of them pays any mind, lips connecting into feverous kisses. Jack's fingers are in Mark's soft, dark hair, hips nearly bucking into the raven's grasp.

It takes only a few more swipes of Mark's thumb for the brunette to cry out, head tossed back as he makes a mess of his boxers. He curses loudly as he rides his release, Mark's hand continuing to stroke as he gently kisses and sucks at the pale column of Jack's throat.

With one last shutter, Jack sinks into Mark, relaxing completely. His arms around Mark's neck may be the only thing keeping him from limply falling to the floor, consumed in euphoria too powerful to focus on sitting on his own.

"I love you," Mark whispers, leaving a small peck on Jack's button nose.

"I love you," the raven repeats, kissing both of Jack's stubble covered cheeks.

"I love you," he says a third time, pressing a warm kiss to his lover's pale lips.

Jack smiles, his cheeks turning the softest pink. Jack leans in for a more passionate kiss, their tongues sliding together slowly. They only break away when Mark's phone dings again. Jack glancing towards the desk as the raven continues to pepper his cheek with kisses.

"I must be really late if Ethan is sending you texts," Jack chuckles.

"If there is anyone who should understand being late, especially for last minute goodbyes, it would be Ethan," Mark muses, pulling himself away from Jack's pale skin to grab a few tissues from a box on his desk. He wipes the stickiness from his hand, Jack's cheeks glaring red as he gives Mark a quick peck.

Grabbing his phone, Mark's almost surprised to see two texts from Ken on his screen. Jack seems a bit too interested in the messages, eyes following the screen even when Mark moves to drop his phone back on the desk, reserved to answer the messages when Jack's not in his lap.

"What did Ken want?" Jack asks, even though his eyes raked across the text.

"Editing questions," Mark replies simply. "He still refuses to get an editor. Won't even consider it."

Jack hums, mind elsewhere. He's almost scheming, wondering how he could get Ken anywhere near PAX while Felix is in the same country. He and the Irishman have barely said more than a few passing words to each other since the explosion between him and Felix. But, yet, Jack wants him the the proposal, for Mark.

"What are you thinking about, Roo?" Mark asks gently, rubbing small circles into his back.

"Ken should be at PAX," Jack states, matter of fact.

Mark's chuckles, almost grim. "I would love to see you try. I don't think he's left his daughter's side since she was born. Pretty sure he hasn't stepped foot outside Australian in four years. And with Felix coming? He would sooner go vegan."

"You can't work your charm, Moomoo?" Jack pouts, flicking his long lashes in the way that goes directly to Mark's heart.

"I'm not a miracle worker, babe," Mark sighs sadly. "I wish I could, but you know Ken. And your puppy dog eyes don't work on him."

Jack frowns, looking to Mark with big, sad blue eyes. Mark does his best to look away, trying not to fall into the Irishman's trap, but he can feel the gaze on him even when their eyes don't meet.

Mark groans, as if in physical pain. "I can try," he amends, mostly to force Jack into another expression. He has a few ideas to persuade Ken, his proposal to Jack the perfect leverage.

The brunette smiles broads, pulling Mark in for a tight hug. "Thanks, Moomoo! If it wasn't for Ken, too, then we probably wouldn't be together. He should be here. Turn on the charm and get him here."

"Is it ever off?" Mark winks.

Jack laughs, pressing a soft kiss into Mark's stubble. "Of course not, Moomoo."