For a prompt, how about Mark and Jack in a giant snuggle pile after a hard day of either stress or just a bad day. I hope this is alright, I've never done this before.
Is this okay? I think it’s cute, so I hope you do too. :)
up his last recording of the day and shut off his camera, leaning back in his
chair with a heavy sigh. There was still so much work to be done—thumbnails to create,
projects to follow up on, people to email—and he was already exhausted. He
glanced out of the window to see that the sun was sinking lower and lower into
the horizon. He really hoped he wouldn’t have to pull an all-nighter.
His phone buzzed
loudly on his desktop, making him jump, but he grinned widely when he saw the
done recordin’ for the day?”
finished, actually.” Mark twirled in his chair and stood up, stretching his
back. “What about you? Any work left to be done?”
haven’t checked yet. I need you to come over.”
something wrong?” Not feeling too concerned yet, Mark exited his recording room
and padded into the kitchen, looting for a quick snack before getting back to
tired and cranky and I want to lay down with you,” Jack pouted like a grumpy
kid. Mark laughed aloud.
poor thing. Look, I’d love to, but I’ve still got some stuff to finish up.”
“Pleeeeeeeease? You can always do it
against the counter top and considered it for a moment. He’d much rather be at
his boyfriend’s house with Netflix and a warm blanket, but the responsible adult
in him was telling him otherwise.
“If I put
it off until tomorrow, I’ll be even further behind.”
“What if I
told you I have a terminal illness that only you can cure?”
laughed again and started glancing around for his keys. “Oh yeah? What illness
“Fuck if I
know. Loneliness? Mark-deficiency? I’ll definitely
die if you’re not over here in half an hour.” He could hear the smile in
Jack’s voice and couldn’t help smiling back.
“Fine, you win. I’m on my way. But you’d
better make me some food. I haven’t eaten since noon.”
worry about it, I’ve got a great dish. It’s a recipe that’s been handed down
What would that be?” Mark found his keys and wallet and strode out the door,
hopping down the front steps and enjoying the warm evening that surrounded him.
potato. Traditional Irish cuisine. You’re gonna love it, trust me.”
Christ, why do I even talk to you?”
you love me like crazy. Now shut up and eat the food I offer you.”
* * *
joking about the potato. He had it steaming on a paper plate (complete with
sour cream and cheese, because he was just that big a sweetheart) right as Mark
walked through the door, his hair thrown back and unruly by the California
wind. Jack couldn’t have stilled his beating heart if he’d tried.
“Thank God you’re here. Today was terrible,” he
exclaimed, all but running to greet him with a hug. Mark laughed and squeezed
him close for a few seconds before walking towards the hot food.
“Why was it
terrible?” he asked, shoving a forkful into his mouth. “Do I need to beat
up. A lot of my recordin’ shit wouldn’t work, and it set me back a few hours.
That’s why I called you. Eat and come lay down with me, I’m fuckin’ exhausted.”
Jack sat in
the kitchen with his boyfriend and waited for him to finish his food, laughing
at his jokes and talking more about the bullshit that had happened to him that
day. When Mark finally took his last bite, he wasted no time in grabbing his
arm and pulling him into the living room, flopping down on the couch and
pulling him down on top of him.
Jack, wait!” Mark cried, pushing himself up so that he didn’t hit his head on
the armrest. “Be patient, I’m coming.”
“Lay down, dammit,” he joked, laughing
through his words. “I waited long enough.”
Mark laid alongside him and pulled Jack’s shoulders into his chest, resting his
chin on top of his head. Jack entwined their feet together and grabbed a
blanket off of the floor, tossing it over them messily.
“Finally.” Jack closed his eyes and
nestled in closer to the spooning position, bending his arm back a little so
that he could hold Mark’s hand. “When’re you gonna move in here finally?”
laughed a little, knowing it was mostly a joke. “You know why. You’re not even
permanently here yet. Doesn’t your lease expire in, like, a month?”
nodded, even as the reminder made his heart heavy. He’d only signed onto a
leasing contract for half a year, just to give L.A. living a try and see if it
was really worth it. So far, it had been in that he’d been able to take on a
lot more work-related opportunities, including being in more collaborations
with Mark and the Grumps and being able to attend more conventions. Unexpectedly,
though, he’d gotten a lot closer to his international friends—Mark included,
who he’d started dating about four months ago and was now the highlight of
every day they got to spend together when they both had time.
is, but I think I’m gonna get it extended once it does,” Jack told him. He’d
talked about it before, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise to Mark, but he’d
only just decided to definitely do it. “Comin’ down here has made work a lot
easier, and besides, it means I get to stay close to you.”
be upset about leaving Ireland?” Mark asked quietly, his fingertips buried in
Jack’s hair and making him grin. “I mean, that is your home.”
L.A. is amazing. And besides, you feel way more like home than anythin’ in
Ireland.” It was absolutely true, and Jack had thought so for a long time. He
just really hoped Mark felt the same.
happy for you. I’m glad you’re gonna stay.” Mark squeezed his hand tightly and
said, much more quietly, “If you’re serious, then maybe we actually can talk
about living together.”
stomached a gasp. He could feel his heart beginning to race, and he took a deep
breath to calm himself. Now wasn’t the time to be talking about that. There was
still a lot of shit to be worked out before he could think about moving in with
the guy that he’d only been dating four months.
he was his best friend, wasn’t he? He’d known Mark for far longer than they’d
been an item. What was the worst that could happen? If Mark lived here, nights
like these would be far more frequent. The idea brought a smile to Jack’s face.
“But we can
talk more about that later,” Mark said decisively, and Jack breathed a small
sigh of relief. He felt Mark sit up behind him, and he rolled over indignantly
as he watched him run his fingers through his hair, trying to push the locks
out of his eyes. Jack’s face softened into a smile.
“Dye it red
again, dammit,” he teased, scooting into a sitting position of his own. “I
liked it. It was edgy.”
“It was a
pain in the ass,” Mark shot back, reaching over and pulling Jack down into his
lap. Jack laid back on his legs with a smile. “You should know. Aren’t you sick
of getting green dye all over your shower?”
I look punk rock. You just look like a dweeb.”
like a fucking shamrock, Jack, let’s just be real.”
Jack raised his arm and took a little swipe at Mark’s face. He caught his wrist
easily and kissed his palm, and Jack covered his face with his arm so that Mark
wouldn’t see him blush.