Sleep doesnt seem to come as easy for Mark. He lay awake with Jack cradled around him. He's feeling things he lacks words for. There's excitement, comfort, lust, and strange melancholy dancing with the spins of his still intoxicated brain. How the hell has he gone so long without this?
He still has yet to remove one of his ankles from his jeans but he hardy cares. He's never been more comfortable. He's never felt more alive than this moment. His fingertips mindlessly carress the curves of Jack's back as he stares up at the ceiling wishing he could permenately imbed this feeling into him. He never wants to forget what Jack's soft breath feels like on his chest. Or what Jack's thigh feel like tucked around his. Or the shapes he traced invisibly across Jack's bare flesh.
He isnt sure when Jack finally lulled off, but he wonders how much of this Jack would remember. He catches himself smiling as he pictures waking up with Jack still tucked around him, or Jack waking him with a kiss. If this can happen, anything can, right? This cant all be the alcohol. He and Jack have drank together before and nothing like this has happened. This is new. This is their's. The rest of the world falls away, the convention, videogames, youtube, and even Brittany.
Until his phone begins to ring. Mark sucks in a breath and quickly snatches it from the bedside table to silence it, but his brain floods with thoughts for the split second it took. Holy shit its Brittany. He doesnt want to talk to her right now! Why is she calling so late!? Why does she always call when he's with Jack!? Cant he spend one moment eith him eithiut being interrupted? Holy shit, this is technically cheating isnt it? Ah fuck he's cheating on his girlfriend right now...
Guilt bubbles around in him as he glances between the obnoxious phone and the sleeping man on his chest. He never wanted to hurt anyone, even her. Cheating on someone is dirty and wrong and here he is fully emotionally invested in someone else as he holds him so much more longingly than her.
He bites his lip and denies her call, hoping to buy time to think and silence the noise. But a mere second later, it rings once more. mouthing a swear, he sucks in a breath and ultimately hits answer, lifting the phone to his ear.
"What?" He mutters tensly. He prays he's being quiet enough to let Jack keep sleeping.
"There you are!! I miss you!! Why have you been ignoring me!? Can we finally talk about our last 'conversation'? Jesus, Mark you never tell me whats going on! Is it so hard to tell your girlfriend anything!?" Brittany whines on the other end, causing Mark to grimmace.
What the hell is she doing awake right now anyway? Shouldnt she be sleeping and letting Mark enjoy the one moment of bliss he's felt in months? He has to get out of this. He cant keep being a coward about this. It'll end all the guilt and misery if he can just man up.
"I- I dont think I want you to be my girlfriend anymore." Mark admits quietly, hoping to end the call as quickly as possible to avoid waking Jack. He expects a feeling of relief to flow over him with the words, but none comes.
"WHAT!?" Brittany explodes, continuing to shriek incoherently throught the phone for a minute. "You disappear for a WEEK and suddenly you think you can bail out on me OVER THE PHONE? Just going to walk out and drop me like I'm trash??? You've got another thing comin' if you think this is just OVER! You go awol on me and now you think its just done?" She hollers, and Mark stiffens as he feels Jack stir ever so slightly.
"Will you please stop? We're done, I cant do this anymore. When I get home I'll let you come grab your stuff from my place, but until then we're done." He tries nervously feeling Jack continue to stir.
"NO! This is bullshit! If I went with you none of this would be happening! I told you not to go! You're not breaking up with me like this!" Brittany wails, causing Mark to grit his teeth as Jack lifts his head from Mark's chest, one eye still closed while the other squints. Reaching up, Jack takes the phone from Mark, not bothering to press it to his own ear as he slurs into it speaking end.
"Take the hint he said you're through." Jack says with finality, clicking end and laying the phone on Mark's chest. With that, he shifts to replace himself more comfortably against Mark. Mark's chest hammers as he expects his phone to reexplode, but nothing happens.
After a moment of worry, he turns it off and replaces it by the bedisde table, latching himself around the guy who saved him from an hour long argument.
"Thank you." He whispers, but Jack only half snores in response, clearly having already fallen back alseep. Mark isnt sure he could have done it without Jack. The more she talked, the more guilty he felt for everything. The more she hollered the more Mark silently debated on backing out of his decision. Even though guilt doesnt disapate, it eases slightly. At least now he's doing whats best for him.
Jack makes him happy. And he said that he's supposed to be with someone who makes him happy. Would Jack agree to it? Is he even brave enough to ask? He normally wouldnt be so nervous to ask, but Jack means to most to him. If he says no. What will the reprocussions be on their friendship?
Mark plants a soft kiss on the top of Jack's head, causing the sleepy Jack to hum quietly. A smile grows across Mark's face on its own accord. Jack is far too important to lose. Whatever becomes of them, Mark will do everything in his power to ensure that its all for the best. Mark buries his fingers in Jack's hair, and closes his eyes as well, finally allowing himself to sink away into the abyss.
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The Hotel Room (Septiplier Fanfic)
Fiksi PenggemarA Vegas convention is a bit out of the ordinary for both Mark and Jack, but it would seem its not the only weird thing going on in their lives. It seems that while the two try to trudge through an unconventional convention, they must also try to dec...
