So this is a fanfic based on the song (you guessed it), No. 1 Party Anthem by Arctic Monkeys. This is one of my most favorite songs from the album so yeah... Sorry that I got lazier towards the end but OH WELL :P btw, the ending doesn't relate to the song, just adding my own twist.

3rd person's POV

As the music was blasting through the stereo and people were dancing on the floor, a certain red haired-man swung the entrance door, somewhat making a scene. But really, he was still trying to keep a low profile.

He was an odd one; wearing a sunglasses in the middle of the night inside a club and a popped collar. But it is clearly shown that he's trying to impress people around him.

He walks confidently towards the bar, ordering a glass of the finest and most expensive whiskey that they got. As he wait for his drink, he leans towards the bar, looking for someone to talk to and maybe spend the night with; he was just trying to have a good time. As his eyes wander around, he finally catches a glimpse of someone that's... Interesting, to say the least.

At the end of the bar, a green-haired man sat on one of the stool, looking back towards him. He blows a cloud of smokes from his mouth, holding the cigarette on his right hand. He gave a smirk while his blue eyes gave a flirty gaze, telling him to 'come closer'.

This caused the once confident man to become nervous, but he took his drink that finally arrives and sip it a bit, trying to gain more courage. He then drew a long sigh, walking towards the man, not forgetting to take his drink with him.

"I see that you've been looking towards me." He spoke, trying to start a conversation as he took a seat next to him. The smaller man chuckled, putting out his cigarette bud. "And I see that you're getting nervous when our eyes met, even though you're wearing a sunglasses in the middle of the night."

"I couldn't deny that, for you are the most beautiful person I've ever seen."

"Aren't ya sweet with words?" He grinned, pulling out his hand. "The name's Jack. Really nice to meet you."

"Mark, the pleasure is mine." He answered, taking Jack's hand and kissed it shortly, making him blush slightly.

As the moon getting more higher in the night sky, the two man drank away, slowly getting drunk and talk about many things, throwing a couple of cheesy flirts here and there. Mark then realized that he wants this delightful man, even if it's only for a short amount of time.

As they chatted, a man patted Jack's back, trying to gain his attention. "Jack! It's been a while!" The man said, smiling weakly.

Jack's expression became tense as he stood up, not believing his eyes. "A-Alex...? What are you doing here? I thought you moved to England to be with that girl..." He asked, taking a step back.

"Jack, I'm sorry for what I've done back then," He muttered, taking a step closer to Jack. "I was stupid to let you go and I missed you so much..." He then open his arms, obviously going in for a hug (and maybe a makeup kiss). Jack was clearly annoyed and doesn't want anything to do with this man. He was stopped when Mark quickly stood up and pulled Jack closer to him. "I'm sorry, he's with me." He hissed, pulling Jack even more closer than before. "Can you please leave him alone?"

The man quickly backs away, holding out his hand. "Whoa, sorry man I didn't know Jack already found somebody new..." He spoke, feeling quite intimidated. "But Jack, I hope you consider me back—" "I already told you, he's with me. Now back off, buddy." Mark growled, almost scaring Alex.

"O-Okay... sorry man. I'll leave you two alone..." He said, walking away in embarrassment.

"T-thanks Mark..." Jack quietly whispers but was still heard by the other man. He nodded, smiling towards him. "No problem Jack... Not even a bit." He smiled as he opens his sunglasses, wanting to look at Jack's features more clearly.

Their eyes then gaze on one another. The brown and the blue. They couldn't help but to stare deeply, for they find that the other's eyes are so... Addicting.

"You got the most mesmerizing eyes I've ever seen..." Jack muttered, slowly leaning in. "I should say the same to you Jack..." The man spoke, also leaning in as well.

Their lips finally connected, as the bitter taste of cigarette and alcohol collides. Jack wrapped his hands around Mark's neck, tugging his red hair softly as Mark pulled Jack closer to him, not letting any space between them. The kiss became more heated than both of them had expected, but none of them was complaining. They finally pulled away from each other, gasping for air.

Mark smiled, still holding Jack close to him. "Should we take this matter somewhere more... Private?" Jack eagerly nodded, as a hint of lust was glistening in his ocean blue eyes. "I would love that."

"Okay then," Mark pulled away from Jack as he put on his sunglasses again. He then took the pale man's hand, not wanting to let go. "Lets go to my hotel room, okay?"

Jack nodded once more, following Mark like a lost puppy. As Mark pushed the door open, flashing lights begins to blinded both of the man's eyes (especially Jack) as a flood of crowds with cameras was trying to get the best shot of the famous artist.

Mark grumbles under his breath as he kept holding Jack's hand, making sure he stay close with him. They quickly walk towards a black car as the driver opens up the door, letting both men in. As they shut the door, the paparazzi's was still trying to get their picture. Mark leans towards Jack's shoulder and drew a long sigh. "I'm sorry... I was trying to keep a low profile considering I'm in Ireland but there they go again with the cameras and all." He chuckled softly.

"It's okay really," Jack smiled, resting his head on top of Mark's. "So you're a big shot huh? That's why you look oddly familiar." Jack was not the biggest fan when it comes to Hollywood artist so he was pretty much blind as a bat when it comes to these kind of stuff.

"Yeah, sorry for not telling you this." Mark purred, as his eyes became wider like a cute puppy.

"Mark, I said it's okay, okay?" Jack sighed, cupping Mark face and leaned for a tender kiss. "But you need to repay me with a good time tonight."

The older men then grinned, chuckling after. "That's for sure."

[The next day]

As the sun shines down from the wide hotel window, Jack grunted, slowly opening up his eyes that felt like it was glued shut.  He stretches his arms, feeling someone moving closer to him. He smiled, noticing Mark was still asleep, eyes shut tight. Jack plays with Mark's messy red hair, thinking about how wonderful the night was. One of his hands reaches out for his phone from the nightstand and turning it on. As he scrolls down through his notification, one of his friends texted him, sending a link towards an article.

"Jack, did you seriously hooked up with THE Mark freaking Fischbach?!"

As he opens the link, the first thing he noticed was the big title of the article;

"Does Mark Edward Fischbach finally found somebody new?! Here's a glimpse of his (most-likely) new boyfriend!"

"Boyfriend? Really?" Jack chuckled quite loudly, waking the tired Mark from his sleep. Mark then yawn widely as he snuggles towards him like a kitten.

"Good morning..." He spoke with a raspy voice, eyelids still half shut. "Morning hot shot." Jack answered as he kiss Mark's forehead gently. As he pulls away, Mark seems to notice that Jack was grinning, even giggling softly. "What's so funny?"

"Oh nothing... you'll find out soon enough."

He couldn't wait for Mark to see the Internet blowing up with their pictures.