#ticklish!mark

“Mark, I’m bored.. pay attention to meee!” Cesar groaned with theatrical boredom, thoroughly irritating his friend who was trying to read.

“Okay? What do you want me to do about it?” Mark asked in an exasperated tone.

“You’re not a toddler, you can entertain yourself.”

With that, he focused his attention back on the text filled pages.

Cesar let out an obnoxious sigh before an idea hit him, making him grin mischievously.

He quickly sat up and snatched the book from Marks hands.

“Cesar, what the-” but before he could finish his sentence, Cesar tossed the book aside and jumped on Mark, pinning him to the couch and promptly scribbling his fingers all over his friends sides.

“Hehey! Stop thahahahat!!" he laughed and pushed at Cesar's hands, only fueling the shorter boy’s enthusiasm.

“Ha! This is what you get for ignoring me!” Cesar moved his hands towards Mark’s stomach, earning a loud guffaw.

“DUHUHUDE, I WAS REHEHEADING!” He yelled through his laughter as though his defense was reasonable in Cesar’s mischievous eyes when in reality, it was far from it.

“Oh I see.” Cesar briefly stopped, feigning hurt. “So books are more important than our friendship? Is that what you’re saying, Mark?”

Mark rolled his eyes while he tried to catch his breath.

“Man, you’re so dramatic.”

Cesar gasped and placed a hand over his heart.

“Dramatic?! Well, excuse me for valuing our friendship more than stupid books!”

As if it was a punishment, he dug his fingers into Mark’s ribs, knowing it was a hot spot for tickles.

Mark shrieked and grabbed at the offending hands in a futile attempt at defending himself.

“SHIHIHIHIT! STOP IT YOU AHAHASS!”

Cesar started laughing along by this point, enjoying the playful activity way more than sitting on the couch trapped in boredom.

“Why would I stop? I’m having too much fun!” He grinned, fingers picking up the pace.

Mark was too lost in laughter to come up with a response. The sensation wasn’t all bad, but it was hardly bearable and he needed to do something.

Seeing that Cesar was somewhat distracted in his own amused laughter, Mark shot a hand towards the shorter boy’s stomach, earning a surprised yelp.

Cesar toppled over and curled up, defensively wrapping his arms around his stomach and looking at Mark as if it was some grand betrayal.

“That’s so not fair! I wasn’t paying attention!”

Mark smirked at the childish complaint.

“Don’t dish out what you can’t handle, my friend.”

Having seemingly recovered from the tickle attack, Mark picked up his book again and sat back down.

Before he continued his reading, he looked down at his best friend and spoke.

        It was a somewhat normal day in LA. Well somewhat normal for the two youtubers in question Mark and Ethan. They were back at filming another video for their temporary channel Unus Annus. This video was another challenge for them to complete. Specifically a challenge of an endurance contest for this video. 

    They had been filming for around twenty minutes at this time with only being a few rounds in. Filming had paused for a few minutes as they got set up for the next one. At this point Mark came in the room with a cocky grin. “You ready to lose, Eef?” Mark asked confidently.

“We’ll see what happens. I’m still ahead after all.” Ethan remarked.

    The camera was turned back on and they got back into frame.

“Alright now it’s time for round four which is based on the try not to laugh challenge. We’ll each take a turn standing in the center of the room while the other does their best to make them laugh.” Mark explained to the camera.

“Who’s going first though?” Ethan questioned him.

“You can go first as I did last round.” Mark replied.

       Ethan nodded in agreement and moved to stand in the middle of the room. His turn lasted a good few minutes as Ethan was determined but the other male knew him well and knew just a few good jokes which made him laugh.     Now it was Mark’s turn and he made his confidence now as he gave Ethan a confident smirk while now standing in the center of the room. Ethan considered his options at first before starting to try a few jokes that would usually work. However none of them worked as Mark was determined to win this.

    After a few minutes, Ethan had run out of ideas. He was starting to grow frustrated that nothing was working until another idea popped up in his mind. This one was more risky and Ethan wasn’t entirely sure he should do it. He was starting to ignore the idea and think of others when Mark spoke up again.

“Well I think it’s obvious we have a clear winner.” Mark spoke.

“I’m not finished yet.” Ethan remarked with slight annoyance.

    Yeah that was it. Ethan was now definitely going through with this plus it could help knock Mark down a couple pegs even if it was just an act for the video. He moved to stand behind Mark and quickly reached out and squeezed Mark’s sides.

    This quickly took Mark off guard as he was barely able to hide his reaction. He turned around and grabbed Ethan’s wrists in surprise. However Ethan was determined and pulled his hands free before rapidly squeezing and scribbling his fingers along Mark’s sides and ribs. 

    Mark held out for a few seconds but eventually went into laughter.

“Ehehehethan! Thihihis ihihisn’t fahahair!” Mark protested.

“We never made a rule against tickling. Besides it’s working.” Ethan replied, continuing to tickle him.

“Ohohokay fihihine yohohou wihin-NOHOHOHO NOHOHOT THEHEHERE” Mark went into hysterics as Ethan had moved his hands up to the older male’s underarms. He fell to the ground and squirmed while Ethan followed him there and continued to attack the weak spot.

“Wow this must be a really bad spot. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you laugh this hard before.” Ethan commented with a smile.

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!” Mark remarked.

“No I dont think I will. This is fun.” Ethan replied.

    This attack continued on for a few more minutes before Ethan finally decided to stop and give him mercy. Mark stayed laying down for a bit as he caught his breath. While Ethan stood up and grinned victoriously. “Alright I think I’m the winner of this contest.” Ethan spoke up.

“Not so fast.” Mark replied before suddenly tackling Ethan to the couch. 

“What-hehehey Mahahark nohoho:” Ethan immediately went into laughter as Mark started scratching and squeezing Ethan’s sides. 

“You thought you could get away with that? Not a chance.” Mark spoke with a smirk. 

“Thihihis ihihisn’t fahahair!” Ethan protested.

“Oh it is too fair. You tickled me and now I’m getting revenge.” Mark replied.

“Nohohoho ihihim sohohohorry.” Ethan remarked, trying to squirm away.

“Are you actually sorry?” Mark asked him.

“Kihihihind OHOHOF-” Ethan shrieked the last part in hysterics as Mark switched to digging into his ribs. 

“Oh is this your weak spot? Good.” Mark teased as his smirk widened. 

“MAHAHARK PLEHEHEASE!” Ethan let out a squeal.

“Please what?” Mark purposefully tried to drag it out a bit longer. 

“PLEHEHEASE HAHAHAVE MEHEHERCY!” Ethan begged him.

After another minute or so, Mark finally relented and let Ethan breathe.

“Now we’re even.” Mark spoke up and laid on the couch beside Ethan.

Both of them were exhausted at this point. Ethan moved closer to Mark and wrapped his arm around him. Mark gave a soft fond smile and held Ethan close to him. The two fell asleep soon after, forgetting about the video they were filming.

"I'm bored." Jack though.

He had already finished recording for today and was looking for stuff to keep him occupied. It was rare when Jack got bored but when he did, he did one of two things; Eat cookies or bug Mark.

And they didn't have any cookies.

The Irishman searched the house for his boyfriend. Eager to try and mess around with him. He found Mark laying on the couch watching some anime. He walked behind the couch and kissed his lover's cheek.

"Hey." He said.

"Hi Jack."

“Whatcha doin’?”

“Watching Legend of Korra.”

“Oh well I was wondering if yyou wanted to do something else? With me?"

“Sorry. Not right now.”

Jack pouted. He was bored, there was nothing to do and Mark was ‘busy’. He couldn’t just sit around and do nothing. Its unnatural.. for Jack that is. “Mark, come on. Play with me.” Jack pleaded. “Later. I promise.” The america replied. 

“No. Now!” Jack whined. “Mark, notice me. Notice me Senpai.”

“Is that supposed to be a Yandere Sim. reference?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, its not going to get me to play with you.”

Jack groaned. He pondered a way he could get his boyfriend to play with him. While he was thinking he had begun to tap his fingers on the edge of the couch out of pure boredom. Until he accidentally poke Mark`s side causing him to giggle and squirm away. Curious, Jack did it again receiving the same reaction. A mischievous look grew on Jack`s face. He walked around the couch and sat on Mark's legs, some of because Mark was taking up almost of the couch but mostly because it was part of his idea. "Are you sure you don't want to play with me?" The Irishman said with an evil look in his eye, oblivious to Mark.

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Okay then." Were the last words he said before putting his plan into action. He moved his hands gently to Mark's sides, ready to strike.

"Jack, what are you- Fuahahahack! Hehehehey!" He giggled as Jack`s fingers wiggled against his skin.

"What's so funny Marky? What's the joke?"

"Jahahahahack! Stahahahahahahap!"

"What's wrong Markimoo? A little.. ticklish?" The younger man teased.

"Shuuhuhuhuhut uhuhuhup!" The older man was squirming and shaking to get free while trying not to completely break. He couldn't say that he hated being tickled, but it wasn't always the best experience. 

"All I wanted to do was play. And you ignored me. So now, you must be punished." He moved his hands so that they were now scribbling up and down Mark`s ribs. "Shihihihit! Nahahaha!" Mark shreaked at the change in spots. As Jack continued to torment the man's ribs, starting to notice that the higher he went, the more intense his boyfriend`s laughter became. He slid his hand up so that they were resting right underneath Mark's arms.

Mark froze.

"Good spot?"

"Jahahahack nohohohoho, plehehehehease."

 "I haven't even done anything yet and you're already laughing. I'd hate to see what would happen if-" "Jahahahahack dohohohohon`t." "-I did this." He said now scribbling his fingers under his Mark's arms.

"FUAHAHAHAHAH- NAHAHA- STAHAHAHAHAP!!!" The man couldn't even begin to form sentences over how much he was laughing. Now kicking his feet, shrieking, thrashing from side to side. "Aww. Is this a tickle spot? That's adorable." The irishman taunted. Mark couldn't respond though, his laughter still booming through out the entire house. "Wow Mark. Your so loud, I'm suprised the neighbors haven't complained." Jack stated.

"PLEHEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP!!!"

"Aww. But I'm having fun. Aren't you having fun Markimoo?" Jack said scratch ruthlessly at the hollows of Mark's underarms. 

"NOHOHOHO!!!" Mark blurted out.

Tears of mirth started to form in Mark's eyes as one of his worst spots was being exploited to it's fullest. Taking the hint that he had had enough, Jack backed off. Mark sat there, trying to catch his breath.

"See. That was fun, wasn't it?" The green-haired man smiled.

"You s-suck."

"Now. Do you want to do something with me, or are we going for round two?" Jack asked wiggling his fingers in the air.

"No no no. We can do something."

"Lets watch a movie!" Jack said excitedly.

“Okay, boys. Why don’t you head to Mark’s room? I’ll clean up here.” Mark’s mom spoke to the two kids.

“Come on, Jack! We can tell scary stories!” Mark ran off into the hall, Jack following close behind.

It was another one of their numerous sleep overs. The 9 year old Mark led the 8 year old jack to his room where the two dove onto Mark’s bed.

“I’ve got the scariest story!” Jack declared, grabbing a flashlight off the messy floor.

“You tell the dumbest scary stories!”

“Do not!”

“Do too!”

“Do not!”

“Do too!”

“Do not forever!”

“Do to for infinity! Ha!”

Mark rolled his eyes, still grinning like mad. “Whatever. You can go first.”

“Okay so,” Jack turned on the flashlight and put it under his chin. “this story is 100% true.”

“of course it is.” Mark remarked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Let me finish!” Jack punched Mark’s arm and went back to the story. “This story is about a creature… called the rake!” Jack growled, grinning at Mark.

“Hey you’re just ripping off a creepypasta!” Mark interrupted.

“How’d you know?!” Jack through the flashlight down in frustration.

“I’m the one who introduced you to creepypasta! I’m the creepypasta KING!”

“No fair!”

“My turn!” Mark grabbed the flashlight and put the light under his chin. Jack huffed and crossed his arms, still mumbling about how unfair this was. “Okay, so, my actually scary story is about a monster… that lives in this very house…” Mark saw Jack’s eyes widen a bit. He was too easy to scare. “I know it lives here… because I’ve seen it once before.”

“You’re lying.” Jack smirked but wariness lurked in his eyes. Mark raised an eyebrow.

“Am I? This monster lives in the halls but only comes out at night. Every night you can hear creaking of the floorboards as it wanders… searching for victims.” Mark was grinning hugely, finding Jack’s nervous reactions immensely entertaining. “It’s tried to attack me once before, but I managed to escape, but just barely.”

“What’d it do?” Jack murmured.

“I stepped out of the room to get a glass of water late at night, and I saw it. I stumbled back and SCREAMED!” Mark yelled the last word to startle Jack, eliciting a squeal and causing him to fall back as Mark began looming over him.

“Then what happened?”

“It came closer and closer.” Mark began crawling towards Jack who was pressed up against the headboard of the bed with wide eyes. “It raised it’s hand high above it’s head…” Mark mirrored the actions of the fictional monster. “And attacked!”

“AII! MAHAHARK!” Mark’s hands had descended on Jack’s tummy and began scratching relentlessly, causing the younger to shriek in uncontrollable laughter.

“It’s the tickle monster, Jack! It’s coming to get you!” Mark laughed, continuing his tickle attack on the brown-haired boy.

“YOHOHOU’RE SOHOHO MEHEHEAN!”

“You didn’t think there’d actually be a monster here did you? If there was one I totally would have kicked its butt.” Poor Jack could barely respond through his roaring laughter. His tummy was just too darn ticklish! Mark knew this ‘weakness’ all too well and often used it against him. How had he not seen this coming? “Cootchie cootchie coo, Jack! I think the tickle monster is gonna go for it!”

“NOHOHOHO TIHIHICKLE MOHOHONSTER!”

“Yes! The tickle monster’s gonna tickle your super ticklish side!” Mark began inching his hands closer and closer to Jack’s right side. The younger one curled into a ball for a weak attempt at protection.

“TIHIHICKLES TOHOHOO MUHUHUCH!”

“Oh it’s gonna get so much worse!” Mark sang, digging into Jack’s weak spot with all ten wigging fingers. Jack’s back arched as a scream of laughter filled the air. He was thrashing wildly, trying to at least lessen the sensations. His frantic cackling was music to Mark’s ears.

“NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE!” Jack cackled. Mark chuckled and moved his hands to his ribs where his fingers instead began making soft circles along the bones. Jack’s laughter died down and he caught his breath.

“You have just been the tickle monster’s victim.”

Jack tried to pout but couldn’t wipe the giggly grin off his face. “You’re such a meanie!”

Mark giggled along with the Irish child. “Yeah I’m a meanie. A mean tickle monster!”

“You got that right.”

Right at that moment Mark’s mom walked in.

“Boys could you keep it down? I heard your screaming from the living room.”

“S-Sorry Mrs. Fischbach!” Jack called.

“Sorry mom! Jack was just screaming like a baby for no reason.” Mark grinned as Jack slapped his shoulder.

“Not true you were tickling me!” Jack protested.

“Oh yeah sorry. Mom, Jack’s just way too ticklish!”

“Shut up! You’re worse!”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

“Am not!”

“Are too!” Jack launched at Mark, fingers wiggling at his underarms. Mark’s mom left, shaking her head, as her son’s wild cackling rang out.

“Great game out there today.” Jack handed a towel to Mark who graciously took it, wiping his sweaty face. He had just finished up the big basketball game against LA High and won 72-65. Jack was waiting outside the locker room for Mark after the game ended. He was there cheering on his boyfriend all the way.

“Thanks, Jack.” Mark smiled and hugged him close. Jack accepted the hug without hesitation, squeezing his boyfriend tight, but Jack pulled away all too quick.

“Why’d you pull away?” Mark asked, pouting.

“What if your team sees? Aren’t you afraid they’ll be… ya know… upset that you have a boyfriend?”

“They’re still basking in their glory in the gym. We’ve got a bit. Now c’mere, you!” Mark grabbed Jack in his arms and held him bridal style. He grinned at the now giggly green-haired boy. Mark peppered Jack with kisses, all across his face and neck, eliciting squeaks and giggles.

“Mahahark! Stahahapihihit!”

“Why you so giggly?” Mark asked, smiling as he continued his kisses.

“Ihihihit tihihickles!” Jack tittered. Mark paused for a second, processing the information.  

“Oh does it, now?” He asked mischievously.

“Mahark… Whahat are yohou thinking?”

“That my little leprechaun is now 100 times cuter!” Mark began nibbling on Jack’s neck, grinning when he heard Jack squeal and erupt into full laughter.

“MARK! Dohohohon’t! Ahahaha- st-stahahap!”

“Don’t stop? Well lucky for you i wasn’t planning on it!” Mark spoke into the skin on Jack’s neck, the vibrations driving Jack into deeper laughter.

“I wonder… are you ticklish all over? How about here~?” Mark lifted up Jack’s shirt and blew a raspberry. Jack shrieked and kicked and thrashed in Mark’s hold.

“MAHAHAHARK! SOHOHOMEONE’S GOHOHONNA HEHEHEAR!” Jack cackled. Mark took this into consideration, and decided to lower the intensity a bit. His hands were full with Jack, literally, so he couldn’t tickle using his hands… or could he? His hand was rested on Jack’s right side while holding him up. He used that hand to squeeze and skitter up Jack’s side. The Irishman howled in laughter. He squeezed his eyes tight and surrendered to his laughter.

“Cootchie cootchie coo~ Aw, you’re so adorable~”

Oh that did it. Jack went beet red and thrashed as much as he could, unable to take the teasing. Mark lowered the arm holding Jack’s legs so he could escape, not wanting him to thrash so much he fell. Jack stood and leaned on a nearby wall to catch his breath. After a moment he glared at Mark with a smirk on his face.

“Oh it is ON!” Jack pounced on Mark, tackling him to the floor. He straddled Mark and dug into his sides, scratching and kneading at the skin. The American threw his head back in deep belly laughter.

“Jahahahack!”

“Yeah, Markimoo~?”

“Stahahahapihihit!”

“Hm… You know that sounds awfully familiar. Oh yeah! It’s what i said to you! But you didn’t stop did you? Oh no. So why should I?” Jack teased, no real spite in his voice.

“PleheHEHEHASE! FAHAHACK!” Jack noticed the sudden change in intensity in his boyfriend’s laughter. He glanced at where his hands had wandered.

Right under Mark’s armpits. Jackpot. Jack grinned.

“I take it this is your tickle spot. Well, let’s try out this new giggle-button!” Jack shoved his hands under Mark’s arms and scratched ruthlessly. The man shrieked and thrashed, his laughter ringing through the hall.

“JAHAHACK! MEHEHEHERCY! PLEHEHEHEASE! P-PEHEHEOPLE WIHIHILL HEHEHEAR!” Mark cackled. Jack blushed and stopped immediately, remembering they were supposed to be keeping their things secret. And a tickle fight wasn’t exactly subtle. Mark panted beneath Jack. After a moment Jack gave an apologetic smile.

“S-Sorry?”

“Oh come here, you goof.” Mark chuckled and brought Jack’s head down towards his. Their lips met and they stayed like that for a while. Together.

“Hey, Mark!” A familiar voice came up behind them. The two froze.

Shit.

Jack scrambled off of his boyfriend, beet red. He stood next to Mark who laid on the ground, propped up by his elbows so he could see what was going on.

His team was staring at him.

They saw. Everything from the looks of it.

Mark glanced up at Jack to see his quivering lip and shaking body. Mark’s heart ached to see Jack look so scared and vulnerable.

No no no no no no... NO! Mark stood up and glared at them, fists tightened and ready to defend Jack if things got bad. There was silence.

“Jesus Christ, Mark! Having a tickle fight with your boyfriend!? Really?” One of his teammates, Roger, laughed. The rest of the team joined in. Mark’s fists went slack as he realized… nobody was mad. Nobody was disgusted.

They were just teasing him like a bunch of guys.

“How cute! You guys are SO adorable!” A brunette, Brendan, teased.

“Y-You’re not m-mad?” Jack whimpered, looking as if he were on the verge of tears. 

Brendan smirked. “Why would we be mad?”

“C-Cause… I’m a b-boy.” Jack squeaked out.

“Dude. So you’re both guys, big deal. Didn’t you know Brendan here’s got a boyfriend too?” A black haired kid, Nate, chimed in. Both Jack and Mark’s jaws dropped. The rest of the team burst into laughter.

“But really, Mark. A tickle fight?” Roger approached Mark and swung an arm around his shoulder. "I had no idea you were that ticklish.” Roger laughed and poked Mark in the ribs, getting a squeak in return.

Brendan walked towards the two and tapped Roger’s shoulder, signaling him to move. Brendan smiled at Mark.

“Dude, you’re fine. Don’t worry. There’s only one thing you gotta worry about with us. It’s that we all saw you have a fucking tickle fight and you begged for mercy.” The whole basketball team broke out into laughter. Mark blushed but smiled. He could handle the teasing. Mark glanced over at Jack who was smiling brightly. Nate waltzed over to Jack.

“So Greenie, tell me who’s been dating our ticklish little red head here.” He chuckled.

Jack smiled. “I’m Sean, but everyone calls me Jack.”

“Okay, Jack. Nice to finally meet you!” The two shook hands. 

Jack had never felt more accepted. He had found a group of boys who accepted him for being gay and still acted like a bunch of guys. They teased the now blushing Mark and welcomed Jack with open arms.