Two bros and The Internet

•Chapter 27•

[Sean's POV]:

(A few months into the future, after Sean has a Visa and has moved into Mark's.)

I woke up, warmly tucked in bed. My boyfriend wasn't in bed with me, which startled me at first, but then I realised he must be out jogging or making breakfast or something. I yawned, checked my phone, then eventually crawled out of bed. I opened my wardrobe groggily, and when a face was in mine, kissing me passionately, it took me a while to register it as Mark's.

He pulled away from the kiss, stepped out of the wardrobe and held his hands on the small of my back.

"Morning puppy," He winked, flirtily.

"Someone's rather excited this morning, aren't they?" I smirked, pulling him closer and kissed his neck gently.

"Could say the same about you-" He replies and presses his body against mine, gently dancing against me. I looked to the floor and blush crept across my nose as Mark held me and gently moved us in syncronised motions. I felt him rest his forehead against mine and I rolled my neck up, staring into his dark, rich eyes. We pulled in and out of passionate kisses until finally, he stopped.

"Babe?" He says, holding my hands.

"Yes, love?"

"Wanna go for a ride?" I nodded but, to my surprise, he pulled something out of his pocket. It was small and black with a fabric-y texture to it. He held it to my eyes and tied it. I couldn't see.

"Er, Merk? What'ya doin'?" I asked, reaching out for him. I couldn't find him. Next thing I knew, I had been pushed on the bed and Mark was undressing me.

"MERK? What the fook man!?" I yelled, trying to stop him. "I'm not into this shite!"

I hear a deep chuckle.

"Don't worry, it's not like that. I'm just changing your clothes as we can't go out with you in your pyjamas." He says. I sigh and will him to continue.

"Why can't I just get changed myself?" I protested angrily, kind of feeling awkward about the current circumstances.

He hushed me.

"It's a surprise."

"Do I at least get to see it?" I protest again.

"No." He boomed menacingly, in a harsh tone. I quietened down and quit protesting. I'd never felt so intimidated before. Finally, he pulls me off the bed.

Next thing I know, I'm sat down in the car, furiously fidgeting my thumbs hoping we get where we're going soon. He pulls me out of the car gently and bridal carries me to where we're going. It takes about -what I would guess as- a 10-15 minute walk before he sets me down. He pulls my blindfold off and I am stunned.

I am confronted by the tree. Our  tree. The tree from Mark's childhood that we had redecorated over the summer. It was beautiful. It had green ivy with red roses painted across the wooden planks. It really looked like a treehouse now, even if unfinished.

The sun rose over the horizon and I stared at the beautiful pinks and yellows in the sky. The tree was littered with beautiful fairy lights, and the once dead earth at the base of the tree had bloomed with beautiful, vibrant colours. Daisies, dahlias, tulips, the whole lot.

I smiled and went to hold Mark's hand, when I realised he wasn't there. I looked around, and when I turned, I saw the most handsome man ever, on one knee in front of me, holding up a small golden ring. My eyes watered. It was beautiful, just too perfect. Why was this so perfect?

"Sean William McGlochlin, would you be willing to share every living moment we have for the rest of our lives with me? Do you trust in my heart that I can love you for eternity? Do you... propose... Septiplier?" He asks, his eyes clearly watering too.

"Septiplier..." I reply softly.

"...Away."