Just For The Sake Of Saving Us [5]
Title: Just For The Sake Of Saving Us
Author: AllTime_Panic
Rating: R
Pairing: Jalex
POV: Third Disclaimer: I don't own them
Author's Notes: This is my favourite chapter so far... is that cocky to say that? Oh well, fuck you.
Previous Chapters
This song is in the chapter, so why not?
Alex found himself in the same position as the previous day, nerves still playing their appropriate parts. He was flipping his phone back and fourth in his hands, ignoring the party going on in his living room. Really, Alex wasn't in the mood when all he could think about was Jack and how badly he missed him. His thoughts were interrupted when he felt someone take the phone out of his grasp.
"Hey!" Alex shouted, ready to punch whoever just stole his phone.
"Do it faggot! What are you waiting for?" Matt said, giving the phone back the the pouting boy.
"Like you're one to talk, I just saw you and Grieco tasting each other's tongues." Alex shot back defensively.
"I can't resist him when he comes on to me. Plus, he has the bone structure of a God. A. God." Matt declared, clearly not caring about anyone else's opinion. "Anyways, call your boy toy and get it over with. Seriously, when I called him last night he wouldn't shut the fuck up about you even if I paid him." He finished with a scoff.
"He… he mentioned me?" Alex looked into Matt's eyes, searching for any hint of a lie.
"Mention? Dude, he was just ranting about 'Oh Alex is so hot, Alex has such a cute smile, Alex's ass looked amazing in his jeans, Alex is so sexy when he's jealous', blah blah blah. God, I basically got a detailed description of you only with a few dick jokes and sexual comments. It was horrible."
"Holy shit, did he say anything else I should know about?" The brunette gave Matt an impatient look.
"Yeah, that he's expecting a call. It's already 5pm. Get on that or else he'll cry on the phone to me tonight when I should be giving Grieco head." Matt said, sucking on his lip ring. He stood up and left Alex to go sit by Grieco.
Grieco and Matt had always had an unofficial 'thing'. Every party they went to they always 'accidentally got drunk and hooked up'. Thinking back on those occasions, they were probably acting like they were more drunk than they were just so they had no-strings-attached or anything. He was a college kid who once tutored Matt, and slowly started hanging out with their group outside of school. Now he's a packaged deal with Matt, but no one minds. Grieco is a chill guy, and he could drink enough alcohol to make a bear pass out. Not to mention he provided most of it since they were all underage.
Alex took a deep breath as he stared at Jack's contact. Jack Barakat.
He listened to the ringing, which stopped abruptly on the third ring.
- "Hello?" Jack called out into his end of the phone.
"Uh, hey. It's me. Alex,"
"What's up?"
"I'm lonely. Come accompany me." Alex whined as he heard a deep laugh on the other end and a mumble 'You're so adorable', which he probably wasn't supposed to hear.
"Sure, when and where?"
"Uh, wanna come by my place.. like…whenever you can? Rian's having a party. It'd be a lot more fun if you were here."
"Oh, a party, I can understand why you'd be so lonely. Anyways, I'll be there soon." Jack replied smoothly, hanging up the phone. -
An hour had passed and the party was starting to get to it's high, and Alex had spent an eternity in the bathroom, making sure his hair stayed perfect. He had on a fairly tight white v-neck, a grey cardigan, and dark wash skinny jeans. It was pretty simple, but he wanted something with a decent amount of chest exposure since he'd gotten it waxed with Zack after the unofficial coffee date.
Alex reached for his phone in his pocket when he felt a vibration. Jack Barakat displayed on his screen.
Sorry I took so long, I'll be there in 30 seconds :)
Once he finished reading Jack's text he nearly sprinted full-throttle to the front door, excitedly counting down from thirty once he got there. Even though Jack's text was a lie (it took him exactly 53 seconds to get to the door, but who's counting?)
Alex was ecstatic when the doorbell rang. He caught his breath and opened the door, to expose Jack looking hot as hell. Alex engulfed Jack in a tight hug, giving him a small 'hey', pulling away to expose his smile. The younger boy smelled fucking delicious. Jack had thrown on his absolute tightest black pants with a studded belt, and a formfitting black jacket, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Alex just couldn't get over how hot that belt was. Black was definitely a good colour on Jack, it accentuated his dark eyes and raven locks.
"Is that Alex's boyfriend?" Grieco asked, looking Jack up and down to see weather or not he was cut out for Alex.
"No, they just fuck," Matt said, taking a sip of his captain and coke nonchalantly.
"Oh fuck you," Alex shot at both of them, giving them a glare.
"I'm pretty sure Jack's the one fucking you. Even though you keep trying to deny being a bottom." Rian chimed in, raising his eyebrows.
"Fuck this, Grieco where'd you put the drinks?" Alex asked, clearly pissed.
"In the kitchen, I have Danny over there." Grieco nodded his head towards the kitchen.
"By the way, it's nice to finally meet you. I'm Alex, but call me Grieco."
"Jack, nice to meet you as well." The raven haired boy said with a genuine smile, this kid was hilarious.
Jack took note of Alex's friends.
He'd already met Matt, he was his first friend when he moved. Matthew Flyzik was 5'9, he had black hair that was spiked up in a perfectly messy fashion. Matt had small, black gauges in his ears that looked really hot on him. He sported a 5 o'clock shadow and a lip ring that suited him well. But the first thing that anyone noticed about him was his eyes, they were bright green, emerald even and they gave him an almost cat-like appearance. Matt was always with Alex Grieco, it was like they're joined at the hip or something. Well, it sure sounded like it by the way Matt always talked about him and was constantly with him. Although, this was surprisingly the first time Jack has seen him.
Grieco was the same height as Matt and had chocolate eyes, similar to Alex's. He had tanned olive skin that contrasted nicely with his brown hair, which was styled in a short cockatoo cut. He was quite skinny for his height, and had a feminine build to his body- unlike Matt who had a somewhat muscular build to him. Grieco's face was pretty much flawless, his defined jaw and cheekbones almost made him look like a model that you'd see in an Abercrombie ad. Jack couldn't understand why all of Alex's friends were so attractive.
Alex took Jack's hand as he glared at the three boys that had previously been mocking he and Jack's unofficial relationship, and began leading him into the kitchen, Jack trailing behind him but still loosely holding onto his hand.
"Aww, look! They're holding hands!" Zack squealed at the pair walking away from them. Alex's free hand shot up to flip him the bird, and Jack turned around and gave Matt a huge smile.
On the way to the kitchen Alex took in the party he'd been ignoring for the past hour and a half. The house lights were off and colored lights and a strobe light illuminated the living room. Drunken teens were basically fucking on the couches, others were basically fucking on the dance floor. Alex had never seen so many people in his apartment before, he didn't think this many people could even fit inside. Most people he didn't even recognize, with the exception of his friends and a few other kid's he'd seen in classes before. Alex was so busy taking in the party scene that he almost ran into the guy in front of him.
"Hey, Alex! Who's this? I didn't know you went public about being a cock sucker!" An attractive guy with a heavy amount of eyeliner and typical scene hair called out to them, staring at their hands. He had on a navy v-neck and black pants, both were so tight they could probably rip if he tried to flex. Although, he did have a very feminine body. Overall, he didn't fit Jack's type.
"Ryan! Hey, nice to see you. Where's Brendon?" Alex asked, not really giving a shit but whatever. He was actually pretty happy Ryan stalled them so he could keep holding Jack's hand.
"I have no idea actually, I was just about to go find him. But screw that, who's the guy on your arm? He's cute," Rian flashed Jack a flirty smile. Jack awkwardly looked at Alex, because even if Ryan was an attractive guy, he still wasn't going to flirt back with him, especially when the guy he was salivating over was right next to him holding his hand.
Ryan would never, ever do that if he was sober. Actually, he was always kind of a prick when he was around his boyfriend, Brendon, because he'd get so serious to be sure no false flirting went on what so ever. Damn, that boy could really get overly protective and jealous in a matter of second over nothing.
"This is Jack. Jack, this is Ryan. Anyways, he's new around town and will be going to school with us once break's over. And stop hitting on him, he's off limits." Alex gave Ryan a bitchy smile because seriously, clearly his hand was still holding Jack's.
"Hey, no worries, I'm just saying you should get some of that, because he's grade A. Plus I'm totally fucking Brendon, incase you haven't heard. But like I said, he's pretty, keep him around." Ryan was clearly intoxicated while saying that, but Alex's hand gripped tighter around Jack's to press their palms together, so it became more like holding hands than leading him somewhere.
"You and Brendon basically fuck against the lockers in school, of course I know. And yeah, I will. Anyways we're gunna go get some drinks, later Ross." Alex said, wanting to get the fuck away from the drunken boy who was eye fucking Jack's body.
"Bye Alex and Jack! Party on fuckers!" Ryan raised his cup up to them before disappearing to find his boyfriend.
"So… I'm off limits?" Jack asked, smirking, bringing his attention back to Alex.
"I invited you here, didn't I? So yeah, basically. I mean, you're okay with that, right?" Alex looked up and Jack, and noticed Jack was staring at their hands.
"Yeah, I am." The younger boy said as they entered the kitchen.
"I hope you aren't planning on hooking up with some girl and leaving me all alone." Alex said, giving a small pout. Jack was about to reply when the shorter boy spoke again.
"Danny!" Alex ran up to the bartender and dropped Jack's hand to give him a big hug. Danny returned it, patting him on the back and chuckling at Alex's gesture.
Danny was pretty good-looking in Jack's opinion. He was about 5'10, athletic, and he had light brown hair that was spiked up with a single blonde racing stripe running from the the side of his forehead to the back of his neck. He was wearing a red t-shirt with a heather grey hoodie. Even though he was attractive, he didn't even compare to the bombshell he was previously holding hands with. Danny was Grieco's friend from college, and actually did have a job as a bar tender.
"Jack," Alex started, "this is Danny Kurily. Danny, this is Jack Barakat." "Hey Jack!" Danny smiled, holding out his hand.
Jack shook it politely, giving him a small smile in return. "Hey Danny," he greeted.
The bartender turned back to Alex, "Can I get y'all anything to drink?"
"I'll just have a Stella." Alex said cooly.
"You're boring!" Jack said teasingly Jack might have been on the bottom of the social chain in California, but he definitely was familiar with drinking.
"I'll have a Vodka Sunrise... if you know how to make that." Jack smirked.
"What kind of bartender would I be if I didn't?" Danny laughed as he got out the Grey Goose. Alex just stood there sipping his beer, and smiling about how Jack was fitting in so well.
--- Jack stopped drinking after a few glasses and was only slightly tipsy, but Alex kept downing them until he was drunk and Jack had to treat him like a child and manhandle him if Alex wanted to walk. Alex was sitting on Jack's lap (he had fallen while trying to sit) and was talking to all their buzzed friends, who were basically laughing at Alex's attempt to form a full sentence. Then the stereo started blasting some upbeat dubstep and the bass was booming through the house.
"C'mon Jacky! Let's daaaaance!" Alex slurred, while trying to get off Jack.
"I don't think that's a good idea," Jack said in attempt to persuade the drunken boy into sitting again, because Jack really wasn't up for embarrassing himself.
After a lot of whining and pouting from Alex, Jack found himself making his way over to the open floor, the older boy leading him over and pulling at his hand and avoiding a few reckless dancers. Alex stopped abruptly, and Jack collided into the back of him, which had Alex smiling crookedly. He started pushing his hips back into Jack's and began to move side to side with the music. Alex smirked and took Jack's hands and placed them on his own hips. Jack rocked his hips with Alex, trying to let the small amount of alcohol he had take over to make this moment slightly less awkward.
Matt must have noticed Jack wasn't nearly drunk enough for this, because he walked up and handed him the rest of his drink before going back to Grieco.
The raven haired boy downed it and slowly felt the rush going through his veins.
He chucked the cup behind him and put his hands back on to Alex's hip's, fingers sliding under his shirt and resting on his hip bones. Alex started to grind harder, pressing his ass as hard as he could against Jack without looking or feeling awkward and uncomfortable. Jack groaned in the back of his throat, which wasn't even audible over LMFAO, Champaign Showers that was now blasting through the speakers, but even if that wasn't a give away that he was enjoying the contact, sure as hell his hard on was. And fuck me if Alex wasn't taking advantage of that. Jack's hands were now fully underneath Alex's shirt, exploring every inch of his torso while Alex was moving his hips like a fucking pole dancer. Jack didn't know how much longer his dick could take this.
Party people, now I want you to grab your bottles, put them up in the air- now shake, shake, shake that bottle and make it- "Okay, parties over kids. Get the fuck out." Matt demanded as he turned off music and lights, before he began leaving the room.
"You just want to fuck Grieco with that raging boner. You don't need to ruin the night for everyone else you dickfucker," Alex tried to protest, but failed at sounding convincing since he was shitfaced.
"Looks like I'm not the only one who's hard. Now go to bed." Matt shot back, giving Jack a pointed look. Confused, Alex followed Matt's eyes and landed on Jack's bulge in his pants. The brunette started giggling like a little kid and grabbed onto Jack's hand.
"C'mon Jacky, we're going to bed," Alex announced more to everyone else than Jack.
Once Alex and Jack reached the bedroom (which took quite a while, given their current state), Alex threw off his cardigan, shirt, and jeans and looked expectedly at Jack, raising an eyebrow. The younger boy was about to protest when Alex walked up to him, putting a hand on the bottom of his shirt.
"You're not going to sleep wearing clothes? Are you?" Alex cocked his head to the side, giggling. Jack stripped down to his boxers, staring at Alex who was wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer-briefs, which pretty much outlined his junk. Jack gulped and looked up to meet Alex's eyes.
The brunette climbed into bed and left the spot next to the wall for Jack. Jack slowly walked over to the bed, climbed in over Alex, and tried to lay as far from him as possible. Which didn't work too well speaking they were two full grown teenage boys sharing a twin sized bed. Alex put his head on Jack's chest and wrapped his arms around the younger boy's torso and put one of his legs over Jack's hip, tangling the other one with Jack's legs. Jack wrapped his arms around Alex's waist and pulled him close as possible.
"You know Jack, I really, really like you. Like, a lot." The older boy mumbled into's Jack's stomach. The older boy let out a big yawn that ended with a high-pitched hiccup, "Goodnight Jacky."
"Goodnight Alex," Jack replied, as his heart fluttered. He heard Alex's breathing deepen and he smiled to himself, moving one hand to play with Alex's hair and forgetting completely about his boner.
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Author: AllTime_Panic
Rating: R
Pairing: Jalex
POV: Third Disclaimer: I don't own them
Author's Notes: This is my favourite chapter so far... is that cocky to say that? Oh well, fuck you.
Previous Chapters
This song is in the chapter, so why not?
Alex found himself in the same position as the previous day, nerves still playing their appropriate parts. He was flipping his phone back and fourth in his hands, ignoring the party going on in his living room. Really, Alex wasn't in the mood when all he could think about was Jack and how badly he missed him. His thoughts were interrupted when he felt someone take the phone out of his grasp.
"Hey!" Alex shouted, ready to punch whoever just stole his phone.
"Do it faggot! What are you waiting for?" Matt said, giving the phone back the the pouting boy.
"Like you're one to talk, I just saw you and Grieco tasting each other's tongues." Alex shot back defensively.
"I can't resist him when he comes on to me. Plus, he has the bone structure of a God. A. God." Matt declared, clearly not caring about anyone else's opinion. "Anyways, call your boy toy and get it over with. Seriously, when I called him last night he wouldn't shut the fuck up about you even if I paid him." He finished with a scoff.
"He… he mentioned me?" Alex looked into Matt's eyes, searching for any hint of a lie.
"Mention? Dude, he was just ranting about 'Oh Alex is so hot, Alex has such a cute smile, Alex's ass looked amazing in his jeans, Alex is so sexy when he's jealous', blah blah blah. God, I basically got a detailed description of you only with a few dick jokes and sexual comments. It was horrible."
"Holy shit, did he say anything else I should know about?" The brunette gave Matt an impatient look.
"Yeah, that he's expecting a call. It's already 5pm. Get on that or else he'll cry on the phone to me tonight when I should be giving Grieco head." Matt said, sucking on his lip ring. He stood up and left Alex to go sit by Grieco.
Grieco and Matt had always had an unofficial 'thing'. Every party they went to they always 'accidentally got drunk and hooked up'. Thinking back on those occasions, they were probably acting like they were more drunk than they were just so they had no-strings-attached or anything. He was a college kid who once tutored Matt, and slowly started hanging out with their group outside of school. Now he's a packaged deal with Matt, but no one minds. Grieco is a chill guy, and he could drink enough alcohol to make a bear pass out. Not to mention he provided most of it since they were all underage.
Alex took a deep breath as he stared at Jack's contact. Jack Barakat.
He listened to the ringing, which stopped abruptly on the third ring.
- "Hello?" Jack called out into his end of the phone.
"Uh, hey. It's me. Alex,"
"What's up?"
"I'm lonely. Come accompany me." Alex whined as he heard a deep laugh on the other end and a mumble 'You're so adorable', which he probably wasn't supposed to hear.
"Sure, when and where?"
"Uh, wanna come by my place.. like…whenever you can? Rian's having a party. It'd be a lot more fun if you were here."
"Oh, a party, I can understand why you'd be so lonely. Anyways, I'll be there soon." Jack replied smoothly, hanging up the phone. -
An hour had passed and the party was starting to get to it's high, and Alex had spent an eternity in the bathroom, making sure his hair stayed perfect. He had on a fairly tight white v-neck, a grey cardigan, and dark wash skinny jeans. It was pretty simple, but he wanted something with a decent amount of chest exposure since he'd gotten it waxed with Zack after the unofficial coffee date.
Alex reached for his phone in his pocket when he felt a vibration. Jack Barakat displayed on his screen.
Sorry I took so long, I'll be there in 30 seconds :)
Once he finished reading Jack's text he nearly sprinted full-throttle to the front door, excitedly counting down from thirty once he got there. Even though Jack's text was a lie (it took him exactly 53 seconds to get to the door, but who's counting?)
Alex was ecstatic when the doorbell rang. He caught his breath and opened the door, to expose Jack looking hot as hell. Alex engulfed Jack in a tight hug, giving him a small 'hey', pulling away to expose his smile. The younger boy smelled fucking delicious. Jack had thrown on his absolute tightest black pants with a studded belt, and a formfitting black jacket, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Alex just couldn't get over how hot that belt was. Black was definitely a good colour on Jack, it accentuated his dark eyes and raven locks.
"Is that Alex's boyfriend?" Grieco asked, looking Jack up and down to see weather or not he was cut out for Alex.
"No, they just fuck," Matt said, taking a sip of his captain and coke nonchalantly.
"Oh fuck you," Alex shot at both of them, giving them a glare.
"I'm pretty sure Jack's the one fucking you. Even though you keep trying to deny being a bottom." Rian chimed in, raising his eyebrows.
"Fuck this, Grieco where'd you put the drinks?" Alex asked, clearly pissed.
"In the kitchen, I have Danny over there." Grieco nodded his head towards the kitchen.
"By the way, it's nice to finally meet you. I'm Alex, but call me Grieco."
"Jack, nice to meet you as well." The raven haired boy said with a genuine smile, this kid was hilarious.
Jack took note of Alex's friends.
He'd already met Matt, he was his first friend when he moved. Matthew Flyzik was 5'9, he had black hair that was spiked up in a perfectly messy fashion. Matt had small, black gauges in his ears that looked really hot on him. He sported a 5 o'clock shadow and a lip ring that suited him well. But the first thing that anyone noticed about him was his eyes, they were bright green, emerald even and they gave him an almost cat-like appearance. Matt was always with Alex Grieco, it was like they're joined at the hip or something. Well, it sure sounded like it by the way Matt always talked about him and was constantly with him. Although, this was surprisingly the first time Jack has seen him.
Grieco was the same height as Matt and had chocolate eyes, similar to Alex's. He had tanned olive skin that contrasted nicely with his brown hair, which was styled in a short cockatoo cut. He was quite skinny for his height, and had a feminine build to his body- unlike Matt who had a somewhat muscular build to him. Grieco's face was pretty much flawless, his defined jaw and cheekbones almost made him look like a model that you'd see in an Abercrombie ad. Jack couldn't understand why all of Alex's friends were so attractive.
Alex took Jack's hand as he glared at the three boys that had previously been mocking he and Jack's unofficial relationship, and began leading him into the kitchen, Jack trailing behind him but still loosely holding onto his hand.
"Aww, look! They're holding hands!" Zack squealed at the pair walking away from them. Alex's free hand shot up to flip him the bird, and Jack turned around and gave Matt a huge smile.
On the way to the kitchen Alex took in the party he'd been ignoring for the past hour and a half. The house lights were off and colored lights and a strobe light illuminated the living room. Drunken teens were basically fucking on the couches, others were basically fucking on the dance floor. Alex had never seen so many people in his apartment before, he didn't think this many people could even fit inside. Most people he didn't even recognize, with the exception of his friends and a few other kid's he'd seen in classes before. Alex was so busy taking in the party scene that he almost ran into the guy in front of him.
"Hey, Alex! Who's this? I didn't know you went public about being a cock sucker!" An attractive guy with a heavy amount of eyeliner and typical scene hair called out to them, staring at their hands. He had on a navy v-neck and black pants, both were so tight they could probably rip if he tried to flex. Although, he did have a very feminine body. Overall, he didn't fit Jack's type.
"Ryan! Hey, nice to see you. Where's Brendon?" Alex asked, not really giving a shit but whatever. He was actually pretty happy Ryan stalled them so he could keep holding Jack's hand.
"I have no idea actually, I was just about to go find him. But screw that, who's the guy on your arm? He's cute," Rian flashed Jack a flirty smile. Jack awkwardly looked at Alex, because even if Ryan was an attractive guy, he still wasn't going to flirt back with him, especially when the guy he was salivating over was right next to him holding his hand.
Ryan would never, ever do that if he was sober. Actually, he was always kind of a prick when he was around his boyfriend, Brendon, because he'd get so serious to be sure no false flirting went on what so ever. Damn, that boy could really get overly protective and jealous in a matter of second over nothing.
"This is Jack. Jack, this is Ryan. Anyways, he's new around town and will be going to school with us once break's over. And stop hitting on him, he's off limits." Alex gave Ryan a bitchy smile because seriously, clearly his hand was still holding Jack's.
"Hey, no worries, I'm just saying you should get some of that, because he's grade A. Plus I'm totally fucking Brendon, incase you haven't heard. But like I said, he's pretty, keep him around." Ryan was clearly intoxicated while saying that, but Alex's hand gripped tighter around Jack's to press their palms together, so it became more like holding hands than leading him somewhere.
"You and Brendon basically fuck against the lockers in school, of course I know. And yeah, I will. Anyways we're gunna go get some drinks, later Ross." Alex said, wanting to get the fuck away from the drunken boy who was eye fucking Jack's body.
"Bye Alex and Jack! Party on fuckers!" Ryan raised his cup up to them before disappearing to find his boyfriend.
"So… I'm off limits?" Jack asked, smirking, bringing his attention back to Alex.
"I invited you here, didn't I? So yeah, basically. I mean, you're okay with that, right?" Alex looked up and Jack, and noticed Jack was staring at their hands.
"Yeah, I am." The younger boy said as they entered the kitchen.
"I hope you aren't planning on hooking up with some girl and leaving me all alone." Alex said, giving a small pout. Jack was about to reply when the shorter boy spoke again.
"Danny!" Alex ran up to the bartender and dropped Jack's hand to give him a big hug. Danny returned it, patting him on the back and chuckling at Alex's gesture.
Danny was pretty good-looking in Jack's opinion. He was about 5'10, athletic, and he had light brown hair that was spiked up with a single blonde racing stripe running from the the side of his forehead to the back of his neck. He was wearing a red t-shirt with a heather grey hoodie. Even though he was attractive, he didn't even compare to the bombshell he was previously holding hands with. Danny was Grieco's friend from college, and actually did have a job as a bar tender.
"Jack," Alex started, "this is Danny Kurily. Danny, this is Jack Barakat." "Hey Jack!" Danny smiled, holding out his hand.
Jack shook it politely, giving him a small smile in return. "Hey Danny," he greeted.
The bartender turned back to Alex, "Can I get y'all anything to drink?"
"I'll just have a Stella." Alex said cooly.
"You're boring!" Jack said teasingly Jack might have been on the bottom of the social chain in California, but he definitely was familiar with drinking.
"I'll have a Vodka Sunrise... if you know how to make that." Jack smirked.
"What kind of bartender would I be if I didn't?" Danny laughed as he got out the Grey Goose. Alex just stood there sipping his beer, and smiling about how Jack was fitting in so well.
--- Jack stopped drinking after a few glasses and was only slightly tipsy, but Alex kept downing them until he was drunk and Jack had to treat him like a child and manhandle him if Alex wanted to walk. Alex was sitting on Jack's lap (he had fallen while trying to sit) and was talking to all their buzzed friends, who were basically laughing at Alex's attempt to form a full sentence. Then the stereo started blasting some upbeat dubstep and the bass was booming through the house.
"C'mon Jacky! Let's daaaaance!" Alex slurred, while trying to get off Jack.
"I don't think that's a good idea," Jack said in attempt to persuade the drunken boy into sitting again, because Jack really wasn't up for embarrassing himself.
After a lot of whining and pouting from Alex, Jack found himself making his way over to the open floor, the older boy leading him over and pulling at his hand and avoiding a few reckless dancers. Alex stopped abruptly, and Jack collided into the back of him, which had Alex smiling crookedly. He started pushing his hips back into Jack's and began to move side to side with the music. Alex smirked and took Jack's hands and placed them on his own hips. Jack rocked his hips with Alex, trying to let the small amount of alcohol he had take over to make this moment slightly less awkward.
Matt must have noticed Jack wasn't nearly drunk enough for this, because he walked up and handed him the rest of his drink before going back to Grieco.
The raven haired boy downed it and slowly felt the rush going through his veins.
He chucked the cup behind him and put his hands back on to Alex's hip's, fingers sliding under his shirt and resting on his hip bones. Alex started to grind harder, pressing his ass as hard as he could against Jack without looking or feeling awkward and uncomfortable. Jack groaned in the back of his throat, which wasn't even audible over LMFAO, Champaign Showers that was now blasting through the speakers, but even if that wasn't a give away that he was enjoying the contact, sure as hell his hard on was. And fuck me if Alex wasn't taking advantage of that. Jack's hands were now fully underneath Alex's shirt, exploring every inch of his torso while Alex was moving his hips like a fucking pole dancer. Jack didn't know how much longer his dick could take this.
Party people, now I want you to grab your bottles, put them up in the air- now shake, shake, shake that bottle and make it- "Okay, parties over kids. Get the fuck out." Matt demanded as he turned off music and lights, before he began leaving the room.
"You just want to fuck Grieco with that raging boner. You don't need to ruin the night for everyone else you dickfucker," Alex tried to protest, but failed at sounding convincing since he was shitfaced.
"Looks like I'm not the only one who's hard. Now go to bed." Matt shot back, giving Jack a pointed look. Confused, Alex followed Matt's eyes and landed on Jack's bulge in his pants. The brunette started giggling like a little kid and grabbed onto Jack's hand.
"C'mon Jacky, we're going to bed," Alex announced more to everyone else than Jack.
Once Alex and Jack reached the bedroom (which took quite a while, given their current state), Alex threw off his cardigan, shirt, and jeans and looked expectedly at Jack, raising an eyebrow. The younger boy was about to protest when Alex walked up to him, putting a hand on the bottom of his shirt.
"You're not going to sleep wearing clothes? Are you?" Alex cocked his head to the side, giggling. Jack stripped down to his boxers, staring at Alex who was wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer-briefs, which pretty much outlined his junk. Jack gulped and looked up to meet Alex's eyes.
The brunette climbed into bed and left the spot next to the wall for Jack. Jack slowly walked over to the bed, climbed in over Alex, and tried to lay as far from him as possible. Which didn't work too well speaking they were two full grown teenage boys sharing a twin sized bed. Alex put his head on Jack's chest and wrapped his arms around the younger boy's torso and put one of his legs over Jack's hip, tangling the other one with Jack's legs. Jack wrapped his arms around Alex's waist and pulled him close as possible.
"You know Jack, I really, really like you. Like, a lot." The older boy mumbled into's Jack's stomach. The older boy let out a big yawn that ended with a high-pitched hiccup, "Goodnight Jacky."
"Goodnight Alex," Jack replied, as his heart fluttered. He heard Alex's breathing deepen and he smiled to himself, moving one hand to play with Alex's hair and forgetting completely about his boner.
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