So... Friday at noon?
Merry Christmas
Jack stretched out on his bed and smiled as he checked his phone for the time. He had a whole two hours until Alex was supposed to be here and to make matters better he had a text from said boy.
Lexie xx: Morning Jacky xx – 09:35
Matt stormed in to his flatmates room and grinned, shoving a dark blue woolly jumper in Jack’s face. As the teacher’s sleepy eyes adjusted to the new light he laughed and shook his head.
“No way. No Matt.”
The jumper had a huge reindeer on the front with a red pompom nose to make the jumper even uglier.
“I swear to god Matt if you make me wear that or you wear it yourself I will not let you shower until New Years.”
The smaller male ran his lip ring through his teeth and smirked.
“If it was any other year you would have worn this, but because Alex is coming you’re refusing to wear it?”
“Yes. Exactly. Now leave I need a shower.”
The other male laughed and the jumper on to the bed.
“You are so whipped man.”
Jack wasn't whipped. Not at all. Him and Alex weren't even dating, even though they’d talked on the phone every night since their last date and were incredibly close to say they’d only been out together twice. Who cared? Jack wasn't whipped. Maybe Alex was the first thing he thought about when he woke up and the last thing he thought about when he went to sleep and maybe Alex was the single most important thing to him right now but who cared? Jack was notwhipped. Maybe he liked Alex a little more than he should like a person he’d only known a couple of weeks, and maybe he was slightly questioning whether or not he loved the boy, but Jack was NOT whipped.
The lanky male clambered out of bed and in to the shower, humming to himself as the hot water cascaded over his bony body. He prodded at the tight skin covering him, rubbing the soap round his arms as he smiled and thought about Alex. The male felt his dick twitch as memories of their first date came flooding back, how Alex was spread across the damp sheets, the way the boy moaned Jack’s name and bucked his hips as the older male hit his prostate. The tiny growls he emitted when Jack sank his teeth in to Alex’s perfect, clean flesh and the way his short fingernails scratched down Jack’s spine. One of Jacks hands traced the faded scars on his back while the other slipped down his body and grabbed his half hard, soap covered dick. A moan slipped past his lips as he imagined his own fingers were Alex’s and he visualized the boy in his mind. As he slung one arm over his closed eyes the other pumped his shaft quicker, his imagination working over time as he remembered the way Alex was so hot and the way his back arched as he came. A loud groan filled the bathroom and with one lat flick of the wrist Jack was spent, slumping against the wet bathroom wall. He cleaned himself up, washed his hair and stepped out of the boiling, streaming water and in to the cold December air of his bedroom.
After getting dressed and spending almost an hour perfecting his hair Jack was slumped against his sofa watching some shit soap opera with Matt.
“What’s this shit called again?”
“Emmerdale. It’s British. I found out we could get this channel this morning when I was bored.”
”And you like it?”
“Of course I do.”
The lanky male looked his flatmate over warily and laughed at the way he was staring wide eyed as Moira and Kane fucked in a barn.
“British TV man. Bullshit.”
A knock pounded through the door as Jack muttered to himself and he sprung up and grinned, jogging towards the door before he fixed his outfit and flicked his bands across his forehead. The door swung open to reveal Alex and Jack couldn't hold back the gasp that escaped his lips.
Alex was wearing the tightest jeans Jack had ever seen. They cupped his ass perfectly and ran up and down his thighs, showing off his thigh gap and curved hips. A plain white shirt clung to his frame and a black waist coat hung over that. He held a furry jumper in his hands and Jack guessed he’d taken it off as he entered the building. Alex’s caramel hair was a complete mess, but Alex looked so sexy that it sort of worked. It sort of reminded Jack of Alex’s sex hair, and that made his gut do a strange twist thing that he couldn't stop.
“Urm... Sorry come in.”
The younger boy chuckled to himself and stepped inside Jack’s warm apartment, smiling as Matt waved at him and turned off the TV.
“FINALLY! We get to open presents! Jack made me wait, asshole.”
“You didn't have to wait for me.”
“Of course we did Lex, Matt’s just a dick. Sit down. I got you something.”
The younger boy blushed as he sat on their sofa and Matt plopped down next to him.
“Jack’s been whining at me about this gift for ages, I really hope you like it.”
An un easy feeling settled in Alex’s stomach and he fidgeted for a while. The student didn’t have much money as he didn’t have a job and his dad didn’t really like giving him money, he’d not bought his parents anything for Christmas but he’d bought Rian and Zack really nice gifts. He did it every year, even though he’d been told by both of them he didn’t need to. Those two were the most important people to him, his real family. His mum was ok, but that was only for the past few years. As a child she didn’t ever spend time with him, it was always his dad, but then after he came out his dad wouldn’t spend any time with his son. Isobel only started to spend time with her son after he attempted to commit suicide at eighteen. He’d been so alone, save Zack and Rian. His parents didn’t love him, he was bullied at school, he couldn’t handle it. After his suicide attempt failed Alex realized he was being a whiny bitch and there were people who had it a lot worse than him, and so did his mum. From then on they’d begun getting a lot closer, but he still didn’t trust her too much. Zack had seen Alex counting up his savings a few days before Christmas and had slipped him $100, saying“I want you to get Jack something really nice. He’s a keeper bud.” Alex had tried to get Jack something he’d like, but it was difficult.
The younger male gasped as Jack walked back in to the living room with a guitar in his hand.
“Merry Christmas Lex.”
The guitar was a classic acoustic, sleek and shiny and just beautiful. But the most important thing was the lyric carved around the edge of the body.
Do it for Baltimore, Do it for me was beautifully written on the wood, gorgeous, swirling letters showing off Alex’s lyrics.
“Jack you really didn’t have to go this extreme... I- I love it. Thank you so much.”
Once Jack had put the instrument down Alex bounced up and wrapped his arms round Jack’s neck, pulling him so close Jack thought he couldn’t breath.
“Well I saw your guitar was a bit old and tatty and I thought you needed a new one, especially if you’re going to be the most amazing musician the world has ever seen once you leave college.”
Alex chuckled and thanked Jack again, pulling him in to a other bone crushing hug.
“You are the most amazing person I’ve ever met.”
Jack chuckled and Alex smiled as he pulled a piece of folded up paper out of his pocket.
“I really didn’t know what to get you, and I know how awesome of a musician you are, so I got my friend to book you some studio time. There’s an address on there, and you can go in any time and just show them that. They’ll let you in for free whenever you want.”
Jack stared at Alex open mouthed and looked back at the paper.
“For free?! Alex how much did you pay for this?!”
“That doesn’t matter. Anytime, pop in to that address and you can stay until Joe kicks you out.”
Jack crushed his lips against Alex’s and smiled as the younger boy pulled back, a blush covering his cheeks while he cast an awkward glance over to a grinning Matt Flyzik.
“Thanks Lex I love it.”
The younger boy smiled as Jack rested their foreheads together and threw a box towards Matt.
“Merry Christmas douche bag, I love you.”
“Love you too Jackypoo. Ooh I made a rhyme.”
Matt ripped in to the rainbow printed paper and smiled as a stack of CDs greeted him.
“My God Jack how did you find all these? I’ve been hunting for them since last Christmas.”
“And I’ve been hunting with you, it was a bit risky but you’re hopeless so I guessed you wouldn’t find them anyway.”
Matt passed Jack an envelope and smiled.
“Merry Christmas Jack.”
The teacher smiled as he opened the crisp, white envelope with his name on the front and pulled his best friend in to a hug.
“I love you man. I haven’t counted it yet, but I know there’s a lot in there. Thank you.”
Matt had given Jack money for Christmas not because he didn’t know what to get him, but he figured Jack could use it for something better than what Matt would have got him originally. Money was always a good gift, and so was the set of CDs you’d been wanting since you first listened to them with your dad when you were fourteen. Jack and Matt were best friends, they both knew exactly what the other wanted and how they both felt.
For the rest of the day the trio sat in Jack and Matt’s living room, drinking wine and watching Christmas movies on TV. Jack and Alex were cuddled up on the sofa at about eleven, watching the third movie in the home alone trilogy. They’d already watched the other two, Jack had insisted because every time him and Alex tried to watch it alone they ended up having sex. Matt was curled up, snoring, at the other end of the sofa and Jack was giggling as Alex placed sweet kisses to the elder male’s neck, occasionally grazing his teeth along the soft skin.
“Alex, I have to ask you something.”
The younger male shimmied back up Jack’s body and smiled, laying on his side so he could face him.
“Yes?”
“I know we haven’t known each other that long, but I really like you Alex. Would you- I mean-“
Jack took a deep breath and pushed his forehead against Alex’s, closing his eyes.
“Alex. Will you be my boyfriend?”
A few moments of silence followed Jack’s question and he let out a deep breath, trying to pull away from Alex, but as soon as he moved warm lips were being pushed against his and hands were wrapping round his neck.
“Yes Jack. Yes.”
Jack chuckled and kissed Alex again.
“Merry Christmas Alex.”
“Merry Christmas Jack.”
Lexie xx: Morning Jacky xx – 09:35
Matt stormed in to his flatmates room and grinned, shoving a dark blue woolly jumper in Jack’s face. As the teacher’s sleepy eyes adjusted to the new light he laughed and shook his head.
“No way. No Matt.”
The jumper had a huge reindeer on the front with a red pompom nose to make the jumper even uglier.
“I swear to god Matt if you make me wear that or you wear it yourself I will not let you shower until New Years.”
The smaller male ran his lip ring through his teeth and smirked.
“If it was any other year you would have worn this, but because Alex is coming you’re refusing to wear it?”
“Yes. Exactly. Now leave I need a shower.”
The other male laughed and the jumper on to the bed.
“You are so whipped man.”
Jack wasn't whipped. Not at all. Him and Alex weren't even dating, even though they’d talked on the phone every night since their last date and were incredibly close to say they’d only been out together twice. Who cared? Jack wasn't whipped. Maybe Alex was the first thing he thought about when he woke up and the last thing he thought about when he went to sleep and maybe Alex was the single most important thing to him right now but who cared? Jack was notwhipped. Maybe he liked Alex a little more than he should like a person he’d only known a couple of weeks, and maybe he was slightly questioning whether or not he loved the boy, but Jack was NOT whipped.
The lanky male clambered out of bed and in to the shower, humming to himself as the hot water cascaded over his bony body. He prodded at the tight skin covering him, rubbing the soap round his arms as he smiled and thought about Alex. The male felt his dick twitch as memories of their first date came flooding back, how Alex was spread across the damp sheets, the way the boy moaned Jack’s name and bucked his hips as the older male hit his prostate. The tiny growls he emitted when Jack sank his teeth in to Alex’s perfect, clean flesh and the way his short fingernails scratched down Jack’s spine. One of Jacks hands traced the faded scars on his back while the other slipped down his body and grabbed his half hard, soap covered dick. A moan slipped past his lips as he imagined his own fingers were Alex’s and he visualized the boy in his mind. As he slung one arm over his closed eyes the other pumped his shaft quicker, his imagination working over time as he remembered the way Alex was so hot and the way his back arched as he came. A loud groan filled the bathroom and with one lat flick of the wrist Jack was spent, slumping against the wet bathroom wall. He cleaned himself up, washed his hair and stepped out of the boiling, streaming water and in to the cold December air of his bedroom.
After getting dressed and spending almost an hour perfecting his hair Jack was slumped against his sofa watching some shit soap opera with Matt.
“What’s this shit called again?”
“Emmerdale. It’s British. I found out we could get this channel this morning when I was bored.”
”And you like it?”
“Of course I do.”
The lanky male looked his flatmate over warily and laughed at the way he was staring wide eyed as Moira and Kane fucked in a barn.
“British TV man. Bullshit.”
A knock pounded through the door as Jack muttered to himself and he sprung up and grinned, jogging towards the door before he fixed his outfit and flicked his bands across his forehead. The door swung open to reveal Alex and Jack couldn't hold back the gasp that escaped his lips.
Alex was wearing the tightest jeans Jack had ever seen. They cupped his ass perfectly and ran up and down his thighs, showing off his thigh gap and curved hips. A plain white shirt clung to his frame and a black waist coat hung over that. He held a furry jumper in his hands and Jack guessed he’d taken it off as he entered the building. Alex’s caramel hair was a complete mess, but Alex looked so sexy that it sort of worked. It sort of reminded Jack of Alex’s sex hair, and that made his gut do a strange twist thing that he couldn't stop.
“Urm... Sorry come in.”
The younger boy chuckled to himself and stepped inside Jack’s warm apartment, smiling as Matt waved at him and turned off the TV.
“FINALLY! We get to open presents! Jack made me wait, asshole.”
“You didn't have to wait for me.”
“Of course we did Lex, Matt’s just a dick. Sit down. I got you something.”
The younger boy blushed as he sat on their sofa and Matt plopped down next to him.
“Jack’s been whining at me about this gift for ages, I really hope you like it.”
An un easy feeling settled in Alex’s stomach and he fidgeted for a while. The student didn’t have much money as he didn’t have a job and his dad didn’t really like giving him money, he’d not bought his parents anything for Christmas but he’d bought Rian and Zack really nice gifts. He did it every year, even though he’d been told by both of them he didn’t need to. Those two were the most important people to him, his real family. His mum was ok, but that was only for the past few years. As a child she didn’t ever spend time with him, it was always his dad, but then after he came out his dad wouldn’t spend any time with his son. Isobel only started to spend time with her son after he attempted to commit suicide at eighteen. He’d been so alone, save Zack and Rian. His parents didn’t love him, he was bullied at school, he couldn’t handle it. After his suicide attempt failed Alex realized he was being a whiny bitch and there were people who had it a lot worse than him, and so did his mum. From then on they’d begun getting a lot closer, but he still didn’t trust her too much. Zack had seen Alex counting up his savings a few days before Christmas and had slipped him $100, saying“I want you to get Jack something really nice. He’s a keeper bud.” Alex had tried to get Jack something he’d like, but it was difficult.
The younger male gasped as Jack walked back in to the living room with a guitar in his hand.
“Merry Christmas Lex.”
The guitar was a classic acoustic, sleek and shiny and just beautiful. But the most important thing was the lyric carved around the edge of the body.
Do it for Baltimore, Do it for me was beautifully written on the wood, gorgeous, swirling letters showing off Alex’s lyrics.
“Jack you really didn’t have to go this extreme... I- I love it. Thank you so much.”
Once Jack had put the instrument down Alex bounced up and wrapped his arms round Jack’s neck, pulling him so close Jack thought he couldn’t breath.
“Well I saw your guitar was a bit old and tatty and I thought you needed a new one, especially if you’re going to be the most amazing musician the world has ever seen once you leave college.”
Alex chuckled and thanked Jack again, pulling him in to a other bone crushing hug.
“You are the most amazing person I’ve ever met.”
Jack chuckled and Alex smiled as he pulled a piece of folded up paper out of his pocket.
“I really didn’t know what to get you, and I know how awesome of a musician you are, so I got my friend to book you some studio time. There’s an address on there, and you can go in any time and just show them that. They’ll let you in for free whenever you want.”
Jack stared at Alex open mouthed and looked back at the paper.
“For free?! Alex how much did you pay for this?!”
“That doesn’t matter. Anytime, pop in to that address and you can stay until Joe kicks you out.”
Jack crushed his lips against Alex’s and smiled as the younger boy pulled back, a blush covering his cheeks while he cast an awkward glance over to a grinning Matt Flyzik.
“Thanks Lex I love it.”
The younger boy smiled as Jack rested their foreheads together and threw a box towards Matt.
“Merry Christmas douche bag, I love you.”
“Love you too Jackypoo. Ooh I made a rhyme.”
Matt ripped in to the rainbow printed paper and smiled as a stack of CDs greeted him.
“My God Jack how did you find all these? I’ve been hunting for them since last Christmas.”
“And I’ve been hunting with you, it was a bit risky but you’re hopeless so I guessed you wouldn’t find them anyway.”
Matt passed Jack an envelope and smiled.
“Merry Christmas Jack.”
The teacher smiled as he opened the crisp, white envelope with his name on the front and pulled his best friend in to a hug.
“I love you man. I haven’t counted it yet, but I know there’s a lot in there. Thank you.”
Matt had given Jack money for Christmas not because he didn’t know what to get him, but he figured Jack could use it for something better than what Matt would have got him originally. Money was always a good gift, and so was the set of CDs you’d been wanting since you first listened to them with your dad when you were fourteen. Jack and Matt were best friends, they both knew exactly what the other wanted and how they both felt.
For the rest of the day the trio sat in Jack and Matt’s living room, drinking wine and watching Christmas movies on TV. Jack and Alex were cuddled up on the sofa at about eleven, watching the third movie in the home alone trilogy. They’d already watched the other two, Jack had insisted because every time him and Alex tried to watch it alone they ended up having sex. Matt was curled up, snoring, at the other end of the sofa and Jack was giggling as Alex placed sweet kisses to the elder male’s neck, occasionally grazing his teeth along the soft skin.
“Alex, I have to ask you something.”
The younger male shimmied back up Jack’s body and smiled, laying on his side so he could face him.
“Yes?”
“I know we haven’t known each other that long, but I really like you Alex. Would you- I mean-“
Jack took a deep breath and pushed his forehead against Alex’s, closing his eyes.
“Alex. Will you be my boyfriend?”
A few moments of silence followed Jack’s question and he let out a deep breath, trying to pull away from Alex, but as soon as he moved warm lips were being pushed against his and hands were wrapping round his neck.
“Yes Jack. Yes.”
Jack chuckled and kissed Alex again.
“Merry Christmas Alex.”
“Merry Christmas Jack.”
9/27/13