A Bucket of Awkward (Septiplier AU)

The Push

His brown eyes widened at the nickname, and for a moment I realized my mistake. What the fuck was wrong with me? Markimoo?

This guy had just met me, and granted we were stripping like horny teenagers, but still there were boundaries that as far as Mark was aware, we hadn't yet crossed. I inhaled and then swallow. I needed to apologize.

"Look, I'm sorry about calling you - "

"No, I like it. Its...kind of cute."

I stared opened mouth at him, but his smile was back in place. Then grabbing at his remaining sock, he pulled it off of himself and tossed it off to the side. Jesus Christ he was stunning. He smiled again and then gave a small wink.

"Need to find a nickname for you too...how about Jackaroony?"

It was actually pretty funny, a silly name like that slipping off Mark's tongue in his deep voice, all while he stood next to be in nothing but his shorts, his muscular arms stretched out as he leaned against the table.

I couldn't help but chuckle a little bit, his smirk immediately falling when he heard the noise, which only made me laugh.

"What? What's so funny about Jackaroony?"

I tried to wave him off and looked back to the table, a smile on my face as I looked for my next shot.

"Out of all the things you could have picked, you picked that."

I heard him huff and the table moved ever so slightly as he leaned more of his weight against it.

"You picked Markimoo." He grumbled a bit, but when I looked up he was playfully glaring at me.

"True," I shrugged, sending him a smirk, "but I didn't say it while shirtless and trying to act sexy."

He seemed to pause at that and thought for a second, he must have tried to picture what I saw as he suddenly began to smile and shook his head, raising a hand to run through his hair.

"Okay, you've got me there."

Then he tilted his chin down and gave me a wink. Holy Christ, he winked at me again. Should I wink back? Act like I didn't see anything? Throw myself at him until we are grinding on the pool table? All of the these ideas sound equally horrible and perfect. Christ.

"Jack? Are you sure that you're feeling all right?"

His voice sounded muffled and far away. Like he was talking to me through a large body of water. The way that my hands were sweating and tongue kept wetting my lips this made sense. I must be underwater. Drowning into something when I'm not even sure that I should have started swimming in the first place.

"Jack? Hey...what's wrong?"

He was closer now. I must have leaned over enough for him to be actually worried. My stomach was on fire. Caught halfway between throwing up and falling over. The sound of my pool stick hitting the floor must have been what made him take a hold of my arms to steady me.

"I...umm...I..."

It's was looking up into his face that sealed it. The dark eyes softened into such a caring look of concern that I heart lurched, and fuck if the rest of me didn't follow. My mouth met his with such a rush of desire that I could feel his body tense as he realized what I was doing, then his muscles relaxed as he groaned deeply.

He reached up and cupped my jaw in one of his large hands, the calluses on his palms scratching against my beard. A shudder raced through me as his thumb gently stroked at my cheek, his hands keeping me in place as he pushed even closer to me, trapping my body between him and the pool table.

I lifted one of my own hands and blindly grabbed for his hair, tangling the strands around my fingers and using the hold to pull him over me, whining quietly in the back of my throat when he growled and wrapped his other arm around my waist. He licked along my bottom lip and I gladly let him in, a harmony of moans slipping into our lip lock when his tongue slid into my mouth.

Both of my hands made it into his hair at some point, pulling deep groans out of Mark every time I tugged on a lock of hair, every sound filling my stomach with heat. He moved the arm from around my waist and grabbed my hip instead, hoisting me up onto the table with that hold alone, the ease he lifted me with making my toes curl.

He pushed back against me, giving me a bit of space by staying out from between my legs, stroking my knee with his free hand to occupy himself. I've never felt this much of a desire to be close to someone, so I yanked him closer with the hold I had on his hair, our bodies now completely flushed against the other, my legs keeping him trapped. I could feel completely different parts of him in this position, and the stiff bulge pressing directly into mine made me gasp.

I moved a hand from his hair and sat it on his chest, desperately wanting to feel the defined muscle underneath my fingertips. I paused for a second though when I was met with bare skin, finally breaking the kiss so I could peer down and look at his naked chest.

And that's when it sunk in.

I was about to bang the absolute shit out of Badboy4u. It didn't matter how sweet and funny and caring he seemed, Mark was still a camboy. Someone whose job it was to make people feel at ease. To tempt people with his body and voice and fuck what the hell is wrong with me? Even if this felt right, and Jesus did it feel right, I still didn't know anything about him.

Who knew how many partners he had or what he wanted from this? Besides, how could I even expect this to be anything but just flirting gone too far? He just moved into my house and already we were stripping naked and close to climaxing on my pool table? How desperate must I look with this situation? I didn't even know his last name. Wait. I didn't know his last name did I?

"Jack, what's the matter? Is this too much?"

He was staring at me again, his brown eyes still hazy but definitely he was focused on my face. We both were breathing so heavy still, and he pushed the sweaty hair out of my eyes. His free left hand slid from my hip to my thigh and gave a gentle squeeze.

"Talk to me, Jack. Please?"