Septiplier One Shots

Give Me My Flannel Back (Light Lemon)

^i did try to find the fanart in good quality but I couldn't grr^

Basic Story: Jack tries on Marks famous lucky flannel, Mark doesn't take too kindly...

Warnings: Light lemon bruh

[Jack's Pov]

Arh, I needed to get dressed at some point. I had woken up, got some food, sat down and watched TV. I had to record soon! I'm such a lazy ass. I got up off the sofa and stretched, yawning as I did. I turned the TV off and the sound of the shower running returned to the apartment.

I walked upstairs and as I walked into our room I saw Mark's clothes all over the floor. I sighed and picked them up, going to walk and put them away. But an overwhelming urge to wear them crossed my mind. Why the fuck not? I dropped Mark's jeans and the rest and held up the one and only lucky flannel.

I smiled as I slid my arms in, pulling it around the front and starting to button it up. I left the two top ones undone just like he did and I looked in the mirror. Not bad if I do say so myself. I wonder what the fans would think if I recorded in this? Probably say that me and Mark had...some fun.

I kept turning around and admiring how I looked in the flannel, flexing and pretending to be Mark. I heard the bathroom door open and I quickly turned around. "Jack...are you wearing my lucky flannel?" Mark asked, stopping mid-way of pushing his hair back while he was just in his jeans. "Uh...maybe." I said with a smirk.

"Give me that back..." He said. "Nope! I like it!" I said while pouting and looking back at the mirror. I saw Mark run towards me from the reflection and I quickly turned around. He leapt for me, tackling me to the ground. I shut my eyes for the impact but it wasn't that bad. I slowly opened my eyes and blushed deep red when I did.

Mark was laid on top of me, grinning and staring at me. "Wha-what was that for?" I asked him. All he did was smirk at me. He suddenly sat up and spread his legs across my waist, sitting on me and looking down at me. "Eh...Mark..." I said in a moaning tone as Mark sat comfortably on me.

"Stop it!" I said, him teasing me drove me crazy. I went to punch his arm but he grabbed my hand and held onto it tightly. He leaned over me and got close to my face, water dripping from his slightly wet hair. "Jack..." He said in a deep voice. He leaned closer and started to close his eyes, his lips forming a shape.

I pouted my lips, ready for him to kiss them. He stopped leaning towards me and opened his eyes. "...give me my flannel back." He said. I looked at him with an angry face and stared into his eyes. "Make me." I told him with a playful smirk. Mark nodded, making me surprised as I just said it as a come back and not being serious.

He started to lean towards my neck, pulling down the flannel a bit. "I'll make you take it off for sure..." He said in a deep tone, almost whispering it to me. He licked my neck which made me jump from the sudden feeling, what was he playing at?! He kissed my neck and eventually started to suck on it.

"M-Mar-Mark w-what are yo-you doing?" I said, trying not to moan. Mark didn't reply and just chuckled, before going lower down on my neck. I inhaled sharply and closed my mouth. He kept kissing lower and lower until he reached the hem of the flannel and he just, stopped.

He sat up and smirked. "W-What was that? You can't just tease me like that!" I said in a angry tone. "Well I can't carry on if my flannel is in the way can I?" Mark said, raising and eyebrow. "You fucker." I said. I sat up with Mark still on me and unbuttoned the flannel, taking it off and handing it to him.

"Thanks..." He said. He dropped it on the floor and leaned down to my neck again. He went lower until he stopped and sucked on one part of my neck that was the worst, well, the best. I gave a loud moan then covered my mouth with my hand. Mark stopped and looked at me. "What was that Jackiboy?" He asked with a smirk.

With my hand still over my mouth I just shook my head to say 'nothing'. "Oh really...?" Mark said, leaning down to my lower neck again. He went to the same place and carried on sucking and kissing it. "M...Ma...Mar..." I tried to speak but instead I just let out another moan.

Before I could get the chance to moan again I spoke up. "Ma...Mark!" I said. Mark stopped and looked up and me. "Yes Jackie?" He asked with an innocent smile. Innocent my ass. "I need...to record..." I told him. "Oh, about that." Mark said. He sat up and looked down at me. "It might get...noticed."

"What might get noticed?! Lemmie see!" I said, nudging Mark. He got off me and I walked over to the mirror. "My whole fookin neck is red!" I said. Mark laughed and picked up his flannel. "That's what you get for stealing my clothes." He said, smirking and walking away.