It was your video
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Fanfic: Septiplier, tickle
Summary: Mark comes across one of Jack’s “Reading Your Comments” videos which catches his attention as Jack revealed a certain secret.
Mark was in his recording room, watching a bunch of stuff on YouTube. He had finished recording and editing for the day. Jack had also finished and was in their shared bedroom, probably responding to tweets or reading YouTube comments.
Mark was watching a bunch of funny and random videos, until a certain video showed up in his recommendation box. One of Jack’s videos. He immediately clicked on it, curious to see what it holds. The video soon end and having heard and seen what he wanted to, Mark set off to look for the unsuspecting irishman.
He entered the bedroom to see Jack sitting there, staring at the screen of his phone.
“Hey there Jackaboy.” Mark said walking over to where Jack was.
“Hey Jack uh. I was watching some videos on YouTube when I found one of your videos. A certain read your comments video.”
Jack gave him a slightly confused look. “And?"
"You answered a very interesting question. Jack are you by any chance… ticklish?”
Jack stopped. Now realizing everything about what Mark had been talking about. Shit. He couldn’t admit to it. He’d never hear the end of it. He had to try and play it off.
“Uh, no. Of course not.”
“Well that’s not what you said in this video.” Mark had pulled up the video on his phone. As he pointed the screen towards Jack, the younger man’s eyes widened. Fuck. He forgot about that.
“So Jackaroonie, wanna give me a different answer?” Mark asked mischievously.
“Are you sure about that?” The man said wiggling his fingers in the air.
As Mark was staring at him waiting for an answer, Jack quickly saw his chance to run out of the room and he took it. He dashed out of the room with Mark soon close on his tail. They run all through the house, the kitchen, the living room, past Chica, who wasn’t that interested in their shenanigans at the moment. They continued to run and dodge furniture until Mark caught a hold of Jack’s shirt, which sent them both tumbling to the floor. No one got hurt though.
Mark quickly sat on Jack’s hips to prevent him from getting back up.
“Mark, don’t you dare.”
“Do what Jack?” He said playing dumb.
“You know very well what.”
“No I don’t. Please tell me. Don’t do what?” Mark said resting his hands on Jack’s stomach, hoping Jack would fall for his trap.
“As you wish.” With that Mark started scribbling his finger all over Jack’s stomach causing the man under him to shriek in laughter.
“Wow Jack. You are really ticklish. I just started and you’re already loud as ever.”
“Shuhuhuhut uhuhuhup!” Jack’s face turning bright pink.
“Aww. Are you embarrassed? Embarrassed because I found out you’re ticklish? Cootchie cootchie coo~” Mark teased skittering his fingered up and down Jack’s ribs. Jack’s face lit up like a firework. His face as red as tomato.
“Well that’s not very nice. Maybe I should punish you for that.” Mark snuck one of his hands toward Jack’s underarm, beginning to tickle him there as well. “AHAHA SHIHIHIHIT!! MAHAHARK NOHOHOHO!!” Now that he was tickling him in two places, it made things two times worse. And the teasing didn’t help either.
“Tickle tickle Jackaboy~ Is someone a wee bit ticklish?” The blushing on the younger man’s face only worsened.
At some point though, Mark slowed his fingers down so that they were lightly tapping along Jack’s torso, keeping him in an endless state of giggles. Jack also took this time to breath a little as he wasn’t being ruthlessly tortured, but it wouldn’t last very long. “Now, if I’m not mistaken, your video said that you seemed to be especially ticklish right here. Am I right?” He said placing both his hands on Jack’s right side.
Jack eyes widened at the touch. “Mark, please don’t. I can’t take it there.”
“Oh, you mean here.” Mark teased repeatedly poking his victim’s side, already sending Jack into a major giggle fit.
“I wonder what will happen if, I just did this.” He begin scratching along Jack’s side sending the poor irishman into hysterical laughter.
“FUAHAHAHAHAHCK!!!” Jack screeched. He couldn’t even have hoped to last with his right side being tormented. He was now thrashing and kicked out his feet over how much the spot tickled.
“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!! NOHOHO!!! MEHEHEHERCY!!! MEHEHEHERCY!!!” The younger man pleaded. Some tears started to stream down his cheeks.
“Okay okay. Just one more thing.” Mark pulled up Jack’s shirt to expose his stomach. He lowered his lips onto Jack`s stomach, making the irishman quite nervous. “Mark no. Anything but that.” But it was too late. Mark blew as hard he could onto Jack’s sensitive tummy. “NAHAHAHAHA-” Jack erupted with hysterical laughter. He couldn’t take anymore of this. If this went on any longer, he might pass out. But luckily for him, Mark fingers soon slowed to a stop and got off of the green-haired lad, leaving Jack panting and gasping for air, his face turning back to it’s normal color too.
“I take it you had fun.” Mark said, with a satisfied smirk on his face.
“W-what makes you say that?”
“You never said to stop. That’s adorable. You enjoy getting tickles.”
"Alright. I’ll stop.” He said surrendering.
“Now are you just going to lay there all day or are you getting up?” Mark asked, extending a hand out for Jack to grab. Jack took it and stood up next to Mark.
“Don’t think this is over. I’ll get you back.”
“Oh I’m sure it isn’t.. Blushy.” Mark kissed Jack’s forehead before walking back to his recording room. Jack stood there for a good two minutes processing all of what just happened. A mischievous smile soon found it’s way onto his face.
“Oh, it’s on.”