The Hotel Room (Septiplier Fanfic)

Chapter Eighteen

The sun must have it out for me, Mark grudgingly thinks as he tucks Jack closer against him. Of course it would show up just to wake him and pull him away from heaven. He's surprised Jack hasnt sprung to life yet. He always seems to wake up first.

Yet here he is, still breathing deeply and contently, unbothered by the slowly intensifying light filling the room past the curtains. Mark huffs, his eyes pinned with disdain at the clock that refuses to cease counting upward. How can he bring himself to disturb Jack's blissful sleep?

Mark's arm is pinned under Jack's, his lifeless fingers tangled with Mark's. His other arm is what Jack is using for a pillow. Its practically a sin to wake him now. Unfortunately, its a sin he must commit in order to to get to the convention on time. Its what Jack would want. He sighs to himself and gently releases Jack's hand, sliding it free to shake Jack's shoulder.

"Hm?" The sleepy noise barely makes it past Jack's lips as a gentle nudge tugs him from a great dream.

"Time to get up." Mark whispers, gently squeezing Jack's shoulder. He watches as the beautiful blue eyes just barely peek open.

"No." Jack mutters, squirming slightly to burrow deeper against Mark. Mark almost melts, feeling the way Jack fills every curve with his own. Mark is so tempted to say 'fuck it' and tug the blankets up again. But, gritting his teeth, he resists.

"Come on, cant sleep forever." He tries, nudging Jack's shoulder once more.

"Ugh." Jack whines, forcing himself to sit up despite his whole body protesting. Mark watches as he sits upward and rubs his face with both of his hands. He follows soon after, sliding beside Jack.

"You alright?" He asks, sending him a sideways glance. Jack nods, returning it with a sleepy smile.

"Yeah." Jack dreamily responds, standing and shuffling over to his bag, grabbing the first articals of clothing he finds: a black mustache shirt and a pair of black jeans.

"Never better." He mumbles happily, earning a smile from Mark as he too stands and prepares for the day.

Its outstanding that neither feel awkward or shy about anything today. More than anything, they seem simply content and happy. Though neither address anything directly either.

Just as neither point out that their hands slide into one another's as they step into the hall. They just mindlessly gravitate toward one another and link as if it had been happening for a lifetime and a half.

A giddiness bucks around inside Mark's body, the small interaction some kind of drug he's suddenly hooked on. Jack sinks into the bliss of the passing hours and moments. For once in his life, he's sleeping all night long without struggle, his body isnt bouncing and jittering about for relief, and his mind is thankfully quiet. If only they'd discovered this magic sooner.

Stepping into the lobby, they hesistate to release it. Where does it go when they stop? When they bury it under the guise of 'friendship'? Surely there's more to this than just that. It doesnt feel like any friendship either have had before. Mark sends an assuring smile over to Jack, and the two mutually release.

This time, its not for the sake of avoiding embarrassment, its simply because they want to keep and cherish this between themselves. Both welcome that truth silently as they step through the doors to the convention.

More people have showed up than yesterday. Each aisle buzzing mildly with eager bodies and voices. It must be because its the final day. As said before, its either hellishly busy, or mind numbingly slow. Unfortunately today seems to be the former.

So, the two dutifully make their way to their respective booths and take a seat. Instantly they're swarmed with fans, more so even than day one. Luckily, it isnt at all chaotic, simply continuous.