The next few days were filled with laughter. Mark, Jack, and their friends all came and went, laughing about and throwing their best jokes at one another. Mark allowed Jack to use his set-up to record and upload his newest videos. Of course Jack knew the fan girls would be crazy that Jack was at Mark's house using his computer, but he didn't care. He'd always shipped the septiplier fanbase anyway. When he uploaded that last video for the day, he found a little folder in the lower right hand corner. He'd seen it before, but today it was really bugging him. It wasn't labeled like the rest of the folders. Curiosity got the better of him as he clicked on it.
His jaw dropped a bit as those blue eyes widened in shock.
The folder was full of pictures of himself. It wasn't really weird, I mean, Mark had to have pictures of him for thumbnails right? No, what was weird was the folders inside that folder. One had older pictures of Jack, like when he was much younger and when he had brown hair styled up instead of green. Some of them were so old that he didn't even have facial hair in them! He shut his mouth, and clicked on the folder beside it. Pictures of Mark now filled the screen. That was normal really. Though, towards the bottom, there were a few pictures of Mark's chest.

'Muscular.' He thought to himself, tracing the body with his blue eyes.

He'd always secretly had a thing for Mark. Hell, the first time he visited Mark he'd seen him without a shirt on. Jacks face was completely red and he had to leave the room to calm down. Now it was almost normal to see his shirt off. In one photo his chest was in full view, and the pajama pants he wore were hanging low, showing off his lower area, and hip bones.

'Thick. Smooth. Slim. Beefy. Muscular.'
The words continued to run through Jacks head as he described the man he saw in the picture.

That's when it happened.

His eyes shot open, and he pushed back in the chair frantically. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. He had a boner. He actually had a full on erection from describing a man he's already seen before. He had two options now. Try and wait for it to go down, or try to take care of it. He certainly wasn't going to look up redtube on Mark's computer, but his phone was all the way in the spare bedroom. No use. He bit his lip as he undid his jeans and took his length out. He used one hand to jerk it slowly, and the other hand was on his pelvis, like it was supposed to hold him down to make less noise. Up and down, he slowly jerked himself off, feeling more aroused by the picture of Mark in front of him. He couldn't help it. Mark had been so kind, and his hugs were lasting longer every single time they happened. It was sick, how much Jack was feeling pleasure from these thoughts. He was so wrapped up in his own twisted fantasies that he didn't even hear the door open.

"Sean."

A soft, and utterly shocked voice said from the doorway. Jack's eyes shot open as he heard his real name, and his legs curled up in the chair in response. He quickly peered over at Mark, who was just as wide-eyed as he was. Those brown eyes then narrowed softly, drifting to the picture on the screen, then back to Jack's blue eyes. Jack was so embarrassed and ashamed that he could die. Literally, he wanted to die and not have to deal with the outcome of this vile act. He watched in pure horror as Mark closed the door behind him, and stepped closer to him. Shit. What was he going to do? Jack was terrified, and humiliated. He feared the worse, and became even more fearful when Mark yanked him up from the chair. All of a sudden Mark was in the chair, and Jack was in between his legs. His back was pressed against Mark's chest, which made it easy to feel Mark's heavy breathing through the clothes. Mark lowered his hand between Jack's legs and began jerking the smaller man off. Jack fidgeted a bit, but slumped lifelessly against Mark's chest soon after. He was panting and making small, almost inaudible whines and moans. It was driving Mark crazy, hearing Jack make sounds like that, already on top of the fact that he was jacking off to one of his pictures. This was either a misunderstanding or what Ken mentioned actually had some truth to it. Either way, this was happening now, and there was no stopping it. He moved faster, feeling Jack begin to shake and squirm. The soft whines and moans grew a bit louder as Jack came in Mark's hand and a bit on his own jeans. Mark calmed himself down, removing his hand completely away from the smaller youtuber. He leaned back comfortably in the chair as Jack leaned against his chest. He was limp, which was expected since it had been a while since Jack had any sexual relief. Still, Mark would have a lot of explaining to do. For now, Jack was exhausted, and seemed half dead already. Mark waited a few more minutes to make sure Jack was not going to get up, then he brought Jack to his own bedroom. He didn't care what kind of aggressive comments he'd receive in the morning, all he wanted right now was to hold Jack until morning. If what Ken said was true, maybe Jack would admit to it. If he did, maybe Mark would want to try it, and see where it goes.

Maybe.

Maybe they could make septiplier their dirty little secret.