Between Us [Septiplier AU]

2.9

"Shit. Fuck. Dammit. Hell. Ass." Jack fell back on his bed with a groan, covering his face with his arms. "Fucking—Fuck me in the ass!" He took his arms off of his face and plopped them against the rest of the bed. He was supposed to be asleep right now. He had nine hours until he had to wake up. Nine hours. Then he had an entire plane ride. And if he didn't even sleep then, jet lag would be such a horrible encounter later.

And falling asleep as soon as he got there wasn't what he wanted to do.

He knew he had to take time to get settled in. Okay. Maybe one nap wouldn't hurt. He could grab a snack and then take a quick one. Right? His dad wouldn't mind. He still seen him as one of his little boys. Jack was still young in his eyes. Which, then again, he kind of was. So Mr. McLoughlin wouldn't mind if his son crashed into the bed as soon as the hotel room's door was opened.

But oh the things he would be missing out on already.

Sure, they'd be staying for a short period of weeks. Family was important to them, and if something happened, they wanted to be there. The bedridden member of his family was only given at least a month left of precious life anyway. Hopefully they stayed that long...

Call him selfish and horrible for hoping that the ill kept alive as long as possible for that. But Mark. A whole month of Mark. Sounds like something Jack would call one of his wet dreams, to be honest.

He's already kind of imagined the day he'd see him. Hopefully it would go as planned. Simple socializing. Jack would sure have to hold back his sexual fantasies and not stare too hard. But, that's what he'd hoped wouldn't pop up as often. His feelings were everywhere when it came to Mark. Mark just had that simplistic innocence. How, Jack wouldn't know. Behind any other screen Mark was vulgar mouthed, had a vocabulary of a sailor, and made some very suspiciously strange actions. Yet behind closed doors Mark was easily flustered, easy to make giggle like a school girl. Which, in conclusion, made him ideal for Jack. Jack loved attention. Even if he didn't admit it out loud. Whether he be getting it from someone, or being laughed or stared at. Any sort of attention worked for him.

Jack jumped a good two feet off of the bed in fright, glaring at the object that had blared a loud ting noise. He was bitter at first. Snatching his phone. "Who the fuck is awake at this time?" came from his mouth in disgust.

Oh. Him. The sweet devil he spoke of.

Markymark:
You're asleep, right?

Jackieboi:
no

Markymark:
Wtf??? You gotta catch a plane at like twelve, Jack.

Jackieboi:
Fuck it. Fuck it all. I can't sleep. So fuck everything.

Markymark:
DONT fuck everything. Especially me.

Jackieboi:
WELL. DAMN.

Markymark:
Maybe. One day. Just. Later. I won't even hold your hand until the fourth date

Jackieboi:
thats what u think!

Markymark:
I swear to god if you touch me in any way I will disown you.

Jackieboi:
😔

Markymark:
I'm going to sleep. Goodbye.

Jackieboi:
mark its 7 pm for u

Markymark:
And it's 3am for you and you're awake. So kiss my lovely ass.

Jackieboi:
I'm not allowed to.

Markymark:
Fair enough. Nite.

Jackieboi:
Love youuuuuuu

By the end of that conversation, Jack was grinning from ear to ear, giggling at a few of the words. Considering Mark texted him on the media that would delete every trace of everything, Jack made sure he saved a select few. No, scratch that. He saved the entire conversation. Everything the pair talked about was absolutely worth remembering. It didn't matter if they were saved or not. Jack would relate them very easily.

He had already started a small pile of memories with the guy. Online moments.

And Jack absolutely couldn't wait until he got to make some more with him, this time in person.