Punk Meets Pastel [Septiplier] [COMPLETED]

♡ Twenty Two ♡

Jack woke up, tears streaming down his face. Mark heard some noise from the kitchen and came into Jacks room to see him crying. "Baby? What's wrong? What happened?"

"I-I-I had a terrible nightmare." Mark joined Jack in the bed. "Do you want to tell me?" Jack nods. "I-I had a d-d-dream you were a-a man in an a-ally t-t-trying to r-r-rape me." He stutters, more tears falling down his face and wails from his mouth. Mark held him close, making sure he knew he was safe with him.

"It was only a dream." He reassured. "We'll be fine." Jack nodded. Mark sighed, then let Jack finish crying, falling asleep shortly after. Mark patted his lovers head, then layer him back down, returning to the kitchen after. Mark finished up some food and got water, then sat at the island that was just at the end of the kitchen. He had the tv turned on and was watching "50 First Dates" since it was just on and he was too lazy to go and change it. Plus, Adam Sandler is amazing. He watches it, then hears a less sleepy Jack come out. He sips his water and looks at the boy. "Morning, Jack." Jack smiled in response then poured some black coffee.

Mark put his water on the island as he started thinking. Jack noticed he was thinking long and hard. "Hey uh... Mark? You good?" Mark looks at Jack. "You started spacing off. What we're you thinking about?" Mark sighs, then looks at the wall in front of him. He craddeled the cup in his hands, squinting his eyes.

"Lets get jobs so we can get enough money to buy our own house then drop out of college." Jacks eyes widened.

"Woah. What?" Mark looked at Jack, a serious look on his face. "Lets. Drop. Out."

"But, Mark, what jobs can we get?"

"I uh... I have some money right now that no one knows about."

"How?"

"I used to sell my body for some people back in high school."

"And you never told me that? Why wouldn't you tell me that?" Jack realises what he says, then backtracks. "Wait. I take that back. I slept with several people in high school. Anyway, continue." Mark chuckled.

"I also have a YouTube channel. It's kind of big, but not much. I've only recently been getting paid for it."

"Oh. Well then. Um... I guess if we get more and start looking for houses and then all the prices for furniture, and baby stuff, we could you know, start that." The two sit there in silence for a second. "I have a YouTube channel as well. And, they started paying me some. PewDiePie mentioned me in a video and then a lot of people started to watch me and subscribing." Mark nods. "So... how about we start looking for houses and what not?" Mark suggests. Jack nods, and the two finish up their breakfast then get online.

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"Hey, baby?" Jack called from the living room. "Yeah?" Mark yelled from the bathroom. He had been in the shower. "I think I found one that would be perfect for us." Mark comes out of the bathroom, and sits down on the couch. Jack looks at the half naked man, only protected by a towel. Mark watches Jack eye him. "You're so lucky I'm busy doing something right now, because if I weren't I'd jerk you off then leave you like that." Jack warned. Mark grabbed Jacks hand and they looked at the screen, hands interlocked, both a little horny.

"So, this one has four bedrooms. One for us, one for the child that is currently inside me, and one recording room."

"Wait, why four rooms?"

"Just in case if we have twins, so when they grow older they aren't forced to move out of their childhood house just for a little privacy. And, if we do have twins, it'll be a play room for them. If it's one kid, then we'll do a play room for their whole childhood, which can later blossom into some other room. Most likely a guest room."

"You've already planned out our whole lives."

"No, only the house portion. The problem iiiiissss," he moved the mouse over to the bar on the right side of the screen, [in all honesty, I have no idea what that's called] and shows Mark the price. "We need to get another side job other than YouTube so we can keep the money up before anyone buys this house, plus we need enough for the furniture, and the bills after."

"Mhm. Okay. Well, we can start searching now." Mark reminds him. Jack nods and opens a new tab, then stares at the screen for a few seconds before typing, "job openings" and scrolling through some of the openings.

After about an hour, he found that there was an employee wanted at a fine establishment nearby.

It was a strip club, but it payed well and the hours were acceptable.

"BABE!" Jack yells. Mark poked his head into the living room from the bedroom. "Yes?" He says. "I found one!" Jack says, smiling like a little kid after. Mark chuckles and goes into the room, sitting by Jack. Mark looked at the screen, then to Jack. "You do know that says 'strip club', right?" Jack nods. Mark inhale sharply, and Jack rolls his eyes.

"Babe, it'll be okay."

"I'm not too sure. Some of the men there can be rough and touchy."

"Then... Why don't you apply there?" Mark looks from the screen to Jack, then back to the screen, then to Jack.

"Me? An extremely attractive gay man, an exotic dancer?" Jack rolls his eyes once again. "Why are you so difficult?" Jack says, dragging the 'ult' out a little, getting a little louder as he said it. He returns back to his previous state, looking at the screen. "You can be a security guard. Watch over the dancers and watch the customers, making sure they don't get out of hand either. Or a personal body guard for one of the dancers. I probably won't even become a dancer, just a bartender. Is that fine by you?" Jack looks at Mark, giving all his attention and hoping that he would agree so they would be able to work at the same place, and if Jack does become a dancer, Mark could see him in action on the stage.

Mark looks at some of the things, like the expectations, and how much they're being payed, plus the outfit for the bartenders and dancers.

"Yes."