“Aleeeexxxx! I told you not to fuck my teacher!”
It was Thursday night and Rian was helping Alex and Zack move Alex's stuff in to the apartment. Rian had been moaning at his big brother since they'd got home after the concert.
“No, you said I could fuck him but you said I couldn't date him.”
“It's the same thing Lex! One leads to the other!”
“Not always. If tomorrow night goes terrible it won’t lead to either.”
Alex dipped his paintbrush in to the black, thick paint by his feet and carried on painting his favourite lyrics on to his wall. Zack chuckled from where he was stood on Alex's bed, sticking some pictures of him and his best friend to the cream plaster.
“Leave your brother alone Rian, he needs to get laid. Do you know how long it's been for Lexie here?”
“No he doesn't, he never will. And don't call me that.”
“How long Lex?”
“I’m not telling you! You’re fourteen and innocent- wait you’re not innocent... but you’re fourteen!”
The younger teenager huffed and pouted,
“I thought you told me everything?”
“I do Ri, just not this ok?”
Zack smirked and leaned over the youngest boy’s shoulder.
“Two years.”
Alex’s brother burst out in to laughter and smirked.
“I guess I could let you fuck Mr. Barakat. I feel bad for you.”
Alex pouted and flicked some paint from the end of his paintbrush on to his little brother’s nose. Giggling as the young boy knocked him on to the floor and smeared paint from the bucket on his shirt and cheeks. It soon turned in to a full blown paint fight, Zack joining in and taking it in to the hallway outside of his flat. The three boys tumbled around for a while until they were out of paint, gasping for breath.
“Douche bag, I was using that paint.”
The boys burst in to laughter at Alex’s whining and soon found themselves laughing, on the floor, out of breath and covered in paint.
Alex, Rian and Zack were all clean, showered and hair done (in Alex’s case) at around eight. The younger boy groaned and stood from the tatty, old sofa they were all curled up on, watching Teen Mom.
“I have to go, you know how mum is.”
“God I know. I hated telling her I was moving out.”
Alex grimaced and sighed as he remembered the other night.

“You want to what?!”
“No. I don’t want to, I am. Zack’s wanted me to move in for a while now and it’s not that I don’t like living here, it’s just that I feel bad eating all your food and using your electric and never paying you back.”
“I’m your mum, that’s what I’m supposed to do.”
“I know, but I’m nearly twenty! No one else in the whole of college lives with their parents but me! I love you, and you know exactly where I am. I’m with Zack, I’m safe mum.”
The argument went on for several hours until eventually Alex’s dad had come in from work and interrupted.
“What are you two whining at?”
“Your son wants to move out.”
“Then let him! He’s nearly twenty for god’s sake; he’s not a boy anymore. He’s a man Isobel! Does he have a place already?”
“Yeah I do.”
Peter nodded at his eldest son’s statement and smiled at his wife.
“Then I see no problem. He can stop scrounging off us and get his own life, get a job and a degree. He can’t live with us forever love; he had to move out sooner or later. Good luck by the way Alex.”
And that was it. His dad left the room and never came back, not even to say goodbye.
“Well.... I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too mum, but I’ only round the corner. I promise to keep in touch.”
The elder woman smiled and pulled the teenager in to a tight hug before kissing his cheek and waving goodbye as he hauled all his stuff in to the back of his car before zooming away to his new home.
“That argument was brutal. I hate fighting with mum, she’s evil.”
The younger, blonde boy chuckled and shrugged on his jacket.
“Well I’m going home, see you later.”
“See you man.”
Alex and Zack said their goodbyes and went back to watching Teen Mom.
“You know what would make this show better?”
“What?”
“Vodka.”
It was eleven o’clock and the teenage boys were rolling round on Alex’s new bedroom floor, Zack clutching an empty vodka bottle whilst laughing his head off. Alex was a little tipsy, sticking to beer, but he was on his fifth beer and was starting to feel a little bit giggly. The long haired boy’s phone started to ring then and he ran towards it before Zack could, seeing the caller ID and instantly sobering up.
“Zack you fucktard quieten the fuck down.”
The muscly boy pouted but did as he was told, sitting cross legged, staring at his best friend and taking a swig of vodka from the bottle.
“Hey Jack!”
Zack pouted and groaned.
“I’m going in the other room, I don’t want to hear this.”
“Hey Lex! Am I allowed to call you Lex?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh right well..... My flat mates freaking out because he doesn’t know where we’re going tomorrow, therefore he doesn’t know what to dress me in.”
The younger boy tried to hide his laughter but failed, smiling even wider as he heard his date chuckle down the speakers.
“Sorry it’s just... oh god.”
“Yeah I know. So anyway! I was wondering where we were going exactly.”
“It’s a surprise. I’m not telling you.”
He heard the older man sigh from the other end and then smiled.
“You so did not call me to ask where we were going. Come on, spill. What did you call me for? Not that I mind.”
Jack was laid on his bed, twirling some string around his finger, his lanky legs propped up against his wall while he rested his shoulders against the headboard. The teacher smirked, knowing he’d been rumbled, and undid his school shirt.
“I was just cold, bored and lonely. I thought I wanted to call someone. It was either you or my mum, congrats on getting picked.”
“Awww... Jackerypoo is lonely? Does he need a teddy bear to snuggle with?”
Alex cooed at the elder man, laying down on his bed and smiling as he heard the lock on his best friend’s door click.
But I’ve lost my teddy, can I snuggle with you?
Jack instantly wiped the line from his head, knowing it was cute but might over step some sort of line with the younger boy.
Jack couldn’t deny that he liked Alex. He really liked him. He didn’t just want to fuck him either, he actually saw him being in a relationship with Alex, but that was a little weird. Jack wanted to fuck Alex, so hard he wouldn’t be able to walk for weeks, but he also wanted to wrap him in blankets and watch bad 80’s movies with him. The elder man was torn between love and lust. He didn’t love Alex, he hardly knew him, but he did see himself loving him in the future. He was exactly Jack’s type - Sweet, caring, funny, goofy and immature. But Alex was smart too, smart and naturally beautiful.
“Jack? You still there?”
The teacher chuckled and apologised.
“Sorry, just thinking. So... What are you doing?”
“Nothing. Literally nothing. I was drinking with Zack my flatmate, but then you called.”
“Sorry I-“
“Don’t say sorry, I’m not even drunk. Zack’s made his way through a whole bottle of Vodka. Drunk Zack’s not fun to be around unless you’re drunk too.”
“I know quite a lot of people like that. Apparently I’m a horny drunk, so it’s all good.”
The younger boy sniggered and lay back against his soft, thick mattress.
“Fall asleep with me?”
Jack smiled at Alex’s question and teasingly prodded at him.
“Do you always ask random strangers that or am I special?”
“You’re special Jack. Very special.”
“I guess it’s better than falling asleep alone.”
Both boy’s smiled, laying down under the covers and snuggling up. Alex was just in his boxers, the flat being nice and toasty as Zack had the heating on all the time because his mega rich parents paid for it. Jack was curled up under his duvet, his room a little colder. Blue short shorts hugged his ass, GET LOW written on the back in white, and a black best covered his thin torso.
“Night Jack.”
“Night Lex.”
And both men fell asleep to the sound of the other breathing, identical thoughts running through their minds.
This is the closest I’ve been to a relationship in years.

Notes

ERMAHGAWD THEY'RE SO CUTE