{FLUFF!}
Jack Sighed While He Tossed And Turned In His Bed.
"Mark?" The Younger One Called, Looking At His Green Digital Clock, It Was Past Midnight. The Irishman Heard Footsteps.
"What, Jack?" Mark Asked. Rubbing His Eyes, The Half-Korean Didn't Bring His Glasses With Him.
"I Want More Cuddles..." Jack Said, Quietly.
"You Want Cuddles Twenty-Four Seven." Mark Said, Leaning On The Door Frame. "Please?" Jack Whined,
"Fine, But You Have To Strip." Jack Blushed When He Heard Mark Say That, But Hey, He Could Get His Cuddles! Jack Pulled Off His Pajama Pants And T-Shirt, Blushing. Mark Smirked And Took Off His Pajama Pants And T-Shirt, Flopping On Jack's Spotted Blanket.
"ACK!" Jack Squealed, Gripping His Bedsheets. Mark Covered Himself With The Blanket And Pulled It Up For Jack, Who Crawled Happily Towards Him. Jack Put His Head Close To Mark's Chest, His Green Hair Tickling The Older's Chest.
"Your Hair Tickles, Jacky..." Mark Whispered, The Younger Just Played With His Boyfriend's Red Hair, And Fell Asleep.

{Morning...} Jack's Eyes Opened, He Was On Top Of Something. But It Wasn't Mark. It Was A Massive Pile Of Sheets. He Saw That His Door Was Opened And That Mark's Stuff Was Gone. He Lay There In His Briefs, Covered By His Spotted Blanket. He Then Heard Footsteps, And He Sat Up. Thinking It Was Matt And Ryan, Jack Gripped The Fabric To His Chest And Blushed Lightly. It Turned Out To Be Just Chica, Who Barked Loudly. Mark Overheard The Barking While Preparing Food For Him, Jack, Matt, And Ryan. He Climbed The Stairs, Then Seeing Half Of His Beloved Dog. Mark Walked To His Room First, So He Could Get His Lucky Flannel. He Grabbed The Shirt And Went Back To Jack's Bedroom. Mark Saw The Sunlight Through The Open Blinds Of The Window, And Turned To See Jack. Jack Smiled A Little, Still Holding The Blanket To His Chest. The Blush On His Cheeks Was Clearly Visible.
"Um..." He Said, Sheepishly. Mark Chuckled To Himself, Slowly Walking Towards The Younger With A Warm Smile On His Face. Mark Saw The Blanket Slip Out Of Jack's Thin Fingers, And He Put The Flannel On Him. It Hung Loosely Off Jack's Shoulders,
"You Look So Adorable In My Flannel..." Mark Kissed Jack's Head, His Hair Felt Like Soft Balls Of Cotton On Mark's Lips.
"Come On...." Mark Said, Picking Jack Up.
"Mark... I Wanna Put My Pants On." Jack Got Out Of His Arms, Grabbing The Sweatpants On The Floor. Mark Picked Jack Up Again, Carrying Him Downstairs When Matt And Ryan Left Their Rooms.