Two bros and The Internet

•Chapter 18•

[Mark's POV]

Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep

God damn alarm. I don't want it to wake Sean. Speaking of which... he's there, next to me, cuddled up to me, with his gorgeous green hair resting against my chest. I move the laptop off of my lap gently and turn off the alarm. I quickly check to see if I woke him, but he barely stirred - He kept cuddling up to me and rubbing his face on my shirt. He was adorable, and I'm not even gonna deny it. I quietly get up, trying not to disturb him, and head downstairs.

When I walk into the kitchen to cook some breakfast, I see Ethan sat on my kitchen bench and Tyler stood next to him, them both quietly gossiping about something. I couldn't quite tell what, but when they noticed me, they stopped.

"H-Hey Mark! You're up a bit early, a-aren't you?" Tyler says as if telling me I was doing something wrong.

"Nope," I grumble nonchalantly and go to the fridge. I pull out some bacon and eggs and search the rest of my kitchen for other breakfast foods. About 15 minutes later, I had 4 servings of English breakfast plated up and on a tray. I put 2 plates downstairs on the coffee table and took the other two servings upstairs to my bedroom. -Part of me hoped it was Sean's bedroom too, but I shouldn't get too far ahead of myself -.

When I walked in, he looked like he had just gotten changed, because he was in black ripped skinny jeans and a dark red t-shirt. He turned around and I could see his beautiful blue eyes shining towards me. He ruffles his hair around a bit.

"Top of the morning to you, Sean," I say with a smile, placing the tray of breakfast on the bed, which he must've made whilst I was downstairs.

"Aw, cheers Merk. I'm starvin'." He replies and picks a plate up and parks his butt on the bed. He shoves a whole rasher of bacon in his mouth and swallows it down nearly immediately.

"Damn, you're a fast eater," I comment, laughing at him.

"Yeah, my secret is just don't chew, only swallow. Most of the time I choke, but it's rewarding." He replied, picking up a fried egg and stuffing it into his mouth.

"You realise how bad that sounds, right?" I joke, on the verge of laughing hysterically. He shrugs and swallows the egg.

"Eh, I don't care. Who's to say I don't like that crap?" I feel my hopes lift at the fact that he's hinting that he likes men, then I slowly sink back down, taking a bite out of my bacon.

"I- I mean, I wouldn't have a problem... i- if you did..." I reply quietly, looking down and blushing.

"Really? You wouldn't hate me if I were... I dunno, gay?" He enquires enthusiastically, his face lighting up hugely.

"Of course not. To be honest, I'd rather you didn't tell people this, but I think I may like some dudes. D- Don't quote me on that though." I can feel myself stuttering and curse how stupid I'm being. Mark, don't get your hopes up, that's stupid.

I see his face blush furiously as he stuffs his face with some hash brown.

"Th-That's cool. I mean- if you got a boyfriend... h- he'd probably be very lucky y-y'know. You're wealthy, generous, funny..." and I could have sworn I heard him say attractive under his breath.

"Please don't flatter me, Sean. You're quite good yourself; funny, sweet and eh.. very energetic." I reply, blushing a bit and placing my finished food plate on the tray, on top of his already finished plate of food.

"Thanks... I really appreciate it." He says. I look down, blushing furiously, sneaking the occasional glance at his vibrant blue eyes which were focussed on his thumb which he was fiddling with. There was silence, but there was nothing awkward about it. He eventually said something.

"D-Don't look into this question t- too much please, but, say you met a guy, or girl, who had similar characteristics as me... w- would you, I dunno... date them..?" He asks shakily, not taking his eyes off of his fingers. I feel like he's asking this for an entirely different reason.

"Of course I would. You're amazing-" I stop myself from over-exposing my opinions of him, for fear of embarrassing myself. "What about myself, would you ever have a courtship with someone like me.?" I ask, looking at him. His eyes match mine, and his beautifully parted lips start to speak.

"Definitely! I- I mean- sure, you have good.. t-traits."

"What about me? Would you ever see yourself with me.?" I say. Afterwards, I felt the rush of panic and my heart rate increasing. I felt my vision blurring a bit, but I focussed on Sean, in front of me. My eyes glazed over every part of his perfect face, from his subtle stubble to his soft-looking lips, his vibrant hair and brilliant blue eyes.

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[Sean's POV]

I couldn't believe the conversation Mark and I were having, especially the part where he practically offered me a chance to be his boyfriend. I stare longingly at his deep chocolaty eyes, his jet black hair, perfect jawline. I felt my heart nearly explode out of my chest and was positive he could hear it's loud beating. My first romantic partner, and it's Mark. He's been my friend for only about 5 months, yet I already want to spend the rest of my life with him. I cannot physically form words, and to keep my cool, I simply smiled until I could focus.

"A proposal? From someone like you, Fishbach? I mean... I-... It couldn't hurt- right?" I reply. I see his face glow and his body relax. My body stops tensing up and I can focus on the man in front of me.

"Is-- Is this some sort of prank-?" He asks, in a slightly concerned and slightly accusatory tone. I felt hurt but knew he didn't mean for it to come out that way.

"No. Mark, if you really wanted this... I'd gladly be your boyfriend. F-Forever, if possible." I reply, sliding my hand comfortingly against his knee. He looks at my hand then up at me and smiles.

"May I...?" He asks, and holds his hand up to my face, his finger softly grazing my bottom lip. His fingers under my chin gently lift my head up, and I part my lips, agreeing. We lean into each other, his hand on my back and mine around his neck. Our lips meet, greeting each other for the second time. I could taste the faint taste of coffee and some bacon. We held out the kiss for a passionate few seconds before we pulled away to catch our breath.

"Mark- I- I love you," I say, and burry my flustered face into his shoulder. He chuckles and pulls me into a hug, burying his nose in my hair.

"I love you too..." he mutters, though a little muffled from my thick head of green.

That's when I hear it. Stood in Mark's bedroom doorway were Tyler and Ethan. Had they watched this whole exchange?

"SEPTIPLIER AWAY!!" They scream so loud that even I, a loud Irishman, was startled.

"Fuck," Mark mutters and turns to face to the door.

"What are you two dumbos doing?" He asks them.

They giggle wickedly and run away.

"God damn, they wanted this." He grumbles. I feel slightly startled.

"Y- You don't want this..?" I ask, feeling a bit worried.

"Sean, of course, I do. I- I'm sorry. I promise I want this." He says and pulls me back into a tight embrace, kissing the top of my head and pressing his nose to my forehead. I smile and return the positive feelings because lord knows this poor soul needs something positive in his life after the whole Amy incident and rough times.

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[A/N]: SEPTIPLIER AWAYYYYYY!!!  

                Smile always. c;         -xXDeltaEchoXx