I finally churned out a second chapter of THIS dang fanfic... kind of a filler chapter and really short, but I need to get back into writing this somehow so... I’ll get to the good stuff soon I swear.
For the writing thing, could you do 46 and septiplier?
Sure thing friendo ;)
I’ve got a lot more of these to do, bear with me while I sneak in time to write them all lol...
I don’t even know how to explain this one though I’m sorry omg, just... yeah...
Mark could’ve sworn he’d just seen the chocolate. A brand new, full fucking bottle, right on the shelf. But it was gone. It was nowhere to be found. He even checked the freezer, just to be sure Jack hadn’t mistakenly stuck it in there while he was half asleep. Nope.
He decided to go find Jack and interrogate him about it. If he just used a whole bottle of chocolate syrup in less than three days, Mark might have to hold an intervention. He trudged through the hallway, pushing open the door to the office, where he knew Jack should be editing his videos by then.
“Hey, Ja-“ Mark cut himself off when he saw that the room was empty. The lights were all on and Jack’s computer was running, sitting with an untouched notification that his video finished rendering. Mark was immediately suspicious. It wasn’t like Jack to just get up and leave his work like that unless it was an emergency or if he really needed to pee. But when Mark looked, the bathroom door was wide open and there was no one inside. He started towards their bedroom, brows furrowed in confusion. As Mark grew closer to the bedroom door, he heard a quiet grunt. He wasn’t certain what to expect when he pushed the door open, but he was sure to find out.
“Hey, have you seen the…?” Mark stopped halfway through the door, falling speechless for a moment. “Oh.”
“Um… I can explain.” Jack raised his hands in defense, bottle of chocolate held tightly in one hand, the other covered in syrup. Mark took in the sight before himself, in awe of the mess Jack had made. There was plastic spread out on their bed and floor, thank fuck. Even so, the mess made Mark cringe. There were large globs and smears of chocolate all across the bed, a few stray droplets on the floor, and worst of all was Jack, who was practically covered from head to toe.
“What the hell were you trying to accomplish here?” Mark asked, caught between wanting to burst out laughing and just walking away out of sheer frustration. Jack stared at him, blue eyes wide as saucers. There was a bead of chocolate just above his eye, dripping from his eyebrow.
“I uh… I just had an impulse to try somethin’.” Jack shrugged, looking down at himself. His bare chest was smeared with chocolate, some globs dripping down to the waistband of his underwear. “I probably coulda’ executed the idea a bit better than this.”
“No shit.” Mark rolled his eyes and took a few steps into the room, careful not to step on any chocolate. Jack watched him, seeming a little wary.
“I just wanted to do somethin’ sexy for you.” Jack cringed when Mark shot him a half-serious glare.
“Ridiculously large messes are the opposite of sexy, Jack.””
“What’d you need this for anyway?” Jack asked, going red in the cheeks. He wiggled the bottle in his hand, looking at it dejectedly. Mark had a feeling there wasn’t much left in it by then anyway. No point in being bitter about it anymore, what’s done is done. Not to mention, Jack plus sugar is always an interesting time.
“Doesn’t matter,” Mark hummed, reaching out to caress Jack’s face and swiping his thumb across his bottom lip reverently. “I’d rather have you, anyway.”
“Oh?” Jack smirked, tilting his head to the side slightly. Mark nodded and closed the gap between them, kissing him roughly. Jack hummed against his lips and slid sticky fingers through Mark’s hair, chuckling to himself when Mark pulled away in frustration. Mark took Jack’s bottom lip between his teeth and tugged, a playful warning, and in turn Jack tugged at his hair.
“You’re cleaning up this mess.” Mark growled against Jack’s lips, grasping at his slick waist.
“Mmhmm,” Jack hummed, kissing the corner of Mark’s mouth. “But first, you should help me get all this fuckin’ chocolate off of me.”
“As much as I love you, I’m not going to lick you clean.”
“Meanie,” Jack whined, reaching to slide one sticky hand under Mark’s shirt, smearing chocolate across his stomach. Mark seemed unamused, but Jack had on the biggest, shit-eating grin. “Then I’ll just have to make you go get cleaned up with me.”
Mark scowled as Jack slid his hand around to his back, wiping the rest of the chocolate from his hand all across his torso. He wanted to be mad, but considering that the “down side” to this was having to go take a shower with Jack, he couldn’t find it in himself to be too upset.
