Crazy Night Septiplier- 3

Jack and Mark were lying on the couch in Mark's living room, cuddling while the television played in the background. Mark was on his back, with Jack laying on top of him with his head on Mark's chest. Mark looked at the Irishman with adoration in his eyes. He kissed Jack's forehead, and Jack cuddled into Marks chest, his hands weaving into Mark's red hair. Mark pt his hands on Jack's waist, rubbing circles. Mark sighed, and looked back at the television. He light snoring, and looked at Jack. He saw the peaceful, sleeping face of his boyfriend. Mark kissed his lips, then his nose, and his forehead. Mark heard giggling, but when he looked at Jack, Jack was still sleeping with a small smile on his face. "You two are the cutest." Mark looked behind him to see Matt standing there. Mark blushed brightly, making Matt chuckle. "You guys have been dating for two days, with everyone you know making comments on it, and yet you still blush at small comments like that? You didn't even blush that hard when Felix mentioned hearing you and Jack get it on!" Mark looked down at Jack, "We don't do anything in public. You know that." Matt went to the fridge, and pulled out a water bottle, "Still. Felix and everyone else comments on your guys relationship all the time!" Matt went to the hallway, and was about to go into his room, but hesitated. He looked at Mark and Jack with a serious expression, "You know you have to tell them sometime. At least tell them you're gay." And with that, Matt entered his room to edit videos, leaving Mark in his thoughts. Then, he felt Jack wiggle. Mark looked at his boyfriend, and gave him a half smile. Jack looked at him with a sleepy look. Jack ran his fingers through the back of Mark's hair, knowing it relaxes him. "Tell me what's goin' on." Jack said, looking into Mark's eyes. Mark sighed, and moved one of his hands behind his head. He looked at the wall, trying to avoid Jack's eyes. Jack kissed Mark's cheek, and got up to get some coffee. "Do you think we should tell them?" Mark asked, still finding the wall very interesting. Jack put water into the kettle, and put it on the stove. "Sugar?" Jack asked, avoiding the question all together. Mark sighed, and hummed in response to Jack. Jack pulled out two mugs, and put two teaspoons of sugar into one mug, and put a teaspoon of instant black coffee mix into each cup. The couple stayed in silence, until the shrill whistle of the kettle went off. Jack pulled the pot of the stove and poured the steaming water into the mugs. Mark got up, the smell of coffee filling his senses. He sat in one of the dining chairs, still silent. Jack put his mug of coffee down in front of his seat, then set Mark's mug in front of him. Mark smiled at Jack in thanks, and took a swig of coffee. Jack looked at his coffee, his thoughts drowning him in fear and sadness. Mark saw the pained look on Jack's face, and put his hand on Jack's. Mark's skin was burning from the hot coffee mug next to his hand, but he didn't care. Jack looked up at Mark, sadness and fear written all over his face. Mark smiled and squeezed Jack's hand in reassurance. "If they are real fans, they won't judge us, okay?" Jack nodded, feeling slightly better. He took a sip of coffee.


A/N: I don't know what else to write for this chapter...
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I promise more in the next chapter!