I'll Keep A Secret If You Keep Me Guessing

Alex's p.o.v.

"Alexander! What is this on your shirt?!" My mum yelled, making me jump wide awake, Jack not startling at all, surprising. I looked over at her, seeing her holding up my shirt from yesterday, with Jack's come on it. Oh God.

"I - I." I had no idea what to say. I then realised the covers were off me and Jack's leg was hooked over my thigh, his boxers also showing. I let out a sigh.

"Ooh, I see." She said more calmly, but a smirk was hanging on her face. I blushed deeply, but feeling my blood boil with annoyance.

"Look, it's not what it looks lik-"

"Alex! Don't you dare lie to me! I heard everything last night." She kept the smirk on her face, still holding the shirt. I wish she'd just go.

"I'm sorry, we were-"

"I know exactly what you and Mr Barakat were doing last night."

"Huh? What?" At that time, Jack woke up, rubbing his eyes.

"Nothing, Jack, don't worry. Alex, I swear if I hear that again, I'll be moving out. It was haunting me." She laughed at the end, turning around and walking out the room, holding my shirt away from her as possible.

I groan and lay back down again.

"Fucking hell." I breath out, then laughed after. Well that was embarrassing as fuck.

"What's wrong?" Jack asks, not bothering to take his leg off me, but moving more up to me and places his arm over my chest.

"Well my mum found my shirt with your fucking come on it and then told me she heard everything last night." I sigh. He looks up at me and smirks.

"You should of stayed more quiet, Mr Vocal." He teased, running his hands up and down my sides. I rolled my eyes at him, turning to my side.

"How could I not make them noises?" I smirked at him, my fingers running down his side. He blushed, knowing exactly what I was on about, smiling as he leaned up to kiss me. Our lips slotted together, perfectly moving in sync. One thing I loved was kissing Jack, knowing it will never get old. And now he's my boyfriend, I can kiss him all the time. I rested my hand on his ass, licking his bottom lip, wanting access to his mouth. He denied it though, pulling back.

"I'm hungry." He stated, finally taking his leg off mine, laying on his back as he stretched his arms, his hair flopped over his eyes. That was damn cute.

"Mum would've left for work by now, so let's go invade the kitchen." I got up, stretching my back. Jack was soon out too, walking to the door in just his boxers.

"Um, Jack? Clothes?" I laughed at him, lifting my eyes to look at his face after staring at his ass.

"Don't wanna wear clothes. Big chief stay naked in boxers for many moons." He mocked the Chief from Peter Pan, moving his arms up to emphasis. I rolled my eyes at him, grabbing a shirt and some loose shorts. I really didn't care what I was wearing, I'm staying inside, anyway. Jack's nearly naked, so does it matter what I wear? I changed into the clothes lazily before walking up to Jack, grabbing his hand and intertwined our fingers. He smiles at me, and we walk downstairs into the kitchen.

"What would you like to eat, Big Chief?" I asked, opening the fridge. I had a look inside, finding barely nothing. A few yogurts, milk, butter and bananas. Strange that we randomly have bananas in our fridge by themselves, un open.

"Uh... Big Chief want big dick for many breakfasts." Jack said in a deep voice, sounding completely pervy.

"Okay. Just let me get your personality, there might be a big dick there." I smirked, rather proud of myself for making that joke. Jack gasped, crossing his arms over his chest, pouting. I just laughed at him, opening the packet for the bananas and throwing a banana at him. It hit him on the forehead, falling onto the floor. He groaned, reaching down to grab it.

"But, this is fruit." He whined.

"Well done, Jack." I clapped sarcastically at him, and he glared at me, going down to sit on the sofa. I think he's mad at me...oh well.

I grabbed some crisps. I seem to eat a lot of fat foods.

I joined Jack on the sofa, noticing he had put Regular Show on, un peeling the banana. I opened the noisy packet of my crisps, making Jack's head shot my way.

"Hey! How come you get to eat good stuff?"

"Because I am good stuff."

"Can I have some?" Jack asked, putting his puppy eyes on.

"No." I answered sharp and short, stuffing a crisp into my mouth. He crawled onto my lap, looking me in the eyes as he sat himself down on my crotch. I watched as he pressed the tip of the banana to his mouth and sexually- and sexy, might I add, sank his mouth down on it slowly, looking straight at me. I stopped crunching immediately, watching how his mouth moved up and down on the fruit, his tongue visible as he licked the tip of it and went back down again. Damn, he's fucking sexy.

He began rubbing his ass on my crotch, making my breath get caught in my throat.

"J-Jack." I stuttered out, feeling myself getting turned on. His lips left the banana slowly and teasingly, his eyes still on mine.

"Yes?" He asked, licking his lips, keeping his lower-half still.

"I... You can have a crisp, I-I guess." I trembled over my words, my mind too caught up on images of Jack from last night.

"Mm, thanks." He shoved his hand in the packet, making sure his butt grinded on me, grabbing a shit load of crisps before moving  himself so he sat beside me.

I let out a breath of relief, crossing my legs as I was semi-hard. The things Jack does to me in unbelievable.

~~~

"What should we do?" I ask later that day. We were in my room, just staring at each other as we tried to think of a plan to entertain ourselves. My mum had brought some work friends over, so they were downstairs. Jack still doesn't like being around a lot of people because he can get slightly claustrophobic and extremely anxious around new people, we were in my room where it was much quieter. I could completely understand why Jack didn't want to be down there, as my mum was having a "party". I wouldn't want to be down there either.

"Um...we could sneak some drinks upstairs and play some shitty game you have on your Play Station." He suggested, looking at me with his perfect dark brown eyes. I instantly agreed, and I think he knew I would, because I wouldn't turn down alcohol.

"Definitely. You can stay here while I get them, okay?" He nodded, and I got up, being sneaky as I got downstairs, trying to locate the alcohol. I tried my best to be invisible, sneaking past my mum's friends, my eyes on the alcohol on the table. I quickly grabbed as much bottles as I could, my shirt holding some and my left hand had three bottles, my right had two, supporting the ones in my shirt. I grabbed the bottle opener on the table, too.

Somehow, I had managed to get back upstairs without anyone stopping me. I got back into my room, smirking as I closed the door with my leg. Jack noticed the bottles in my arms and shirt, smirking back at me.

"Taa'da." I laughed, sitting down next to Jack. I instantly handed him a bottle.

"I have the opener, too" I shrugged, opening the bottle. It opened and some beer dribbled down the bottle. Jack gave me his, so I did the same.

"Cheers for..."

"Everything." Jack smiled at me. I nodded in agreement, smashing my bottle against his.

"For everything." I gulped down the drink until it was half way. I was thirsty, okay?

"Calm down, tiger." Jack laughed, passing me my controller. He stuck on a game, and we ended up fighting about who cheated.

"It was clearly you, you sneaky little snob. I demand a divorce. I'm not marry a cheating prickstil like you." I slurred, pushing Jack's chest a little too harshly. I was a little intoxicated. Okay, I was heavily intoxicated.

"Neither am I! And what the fuck is a prickstil you pig. I demand to never see you again, cheating bastard." Jack pushed me back.

"Or we could just have a re-match." I shrugged, then laughed at how funny that sounded to me. It was more than likely funny because I sounded girly and pointed it out like the most obvious answer.

"I think...we should. But if YOU fucking CHEAT again I'll get Jeremy Kyle! " He shouted in my face, making me laugh harder. I just picked up another bottle, taking several of gulps while looking at Jack's body as he reached for the controller that was on the other side of the room because of his tantrum. His ass was perfect, how could I not look at it? Not the mention it's in the fucking air, the alcohol making it seem like it's in my face.

"Jack, get your butt out my face before I bit it." I giggled, reaching out to smack it but found out it wasn't there, but on the other side of the room.

"I'm over here, d-dumbass." Jack grabbed the controller then crawled back to where he was sitting, nearly falling back as he sat.

"You're mean and tacky, and I hate you." I pouted, snatching the controller out his hand.

"Hey!" Jack stole it back. I continued to pout until something clicked inside me.

"Jack, I want you on that bed naked in five minutes." I ordered, feeling bubble-y pleasure run through my blood. The joy of being a horny drunk.

"As if. Shut your mouth and play the game." He handed me back my controller. I whined, shuffling in my seat with discomfort.

"But I'm horny." I dragged out the "y", shoving my controller down.

"Can't help you, sir." Jack pressed start on the game, ignoring the whimpers coming out of my mouth. He just rolled his eyes, keeping his eyes focused on killing the zombies on the screen.

I stopped whining after a while, as I was eye-fucking Jack's body. And soon enough I became impatient  and began palming myself right beside him, not like I cared. Images of him naked, riding me, filled my thoughts.

"Jack." I moaned, palming myself harder. At this, he turned around, his mouth slightly open.

"Are you fucking serious? Go to bed." He ordered. I shook my head, refusing.

"Don' wanna."

He ended up turning the game off, picking me up and forced me to lay on the bed after I refused to lay down.

"Jack," I looked up at the boy standing above me.

"Yes?" He let out a sigh, looking about ready to fall over.

"Sex with me." I said innocently. I heard a big eruption of laughter and Jack fell forward, onto me, making a, 'ompf' noise.

"As fun as that sounds, no. You're drunk, I'm drunk. Sleep," He crawled over me to lay down beside me. I let out a sigh as he got under the covers.

"Night." He said, kissing me on the head.

I didn't answer him, just stared at the plain ceiling, but minutes later, it was covered in pictures. Did I do alcohol or drugs? I laughed as a rabbit jumped across the ceiling. A caveman came in view, looking directly at me.

"Alexander, you're a bad boy!" The caveman scolded. I gasped, showing the middle finger at him.

"You're wrong, Mr.Caveman. Dumbshit, go back to your wife!" I yelled at him.

"Alex, what the fuck?! Go to fucking sleep."

"No. The Caveman was being mean."

"If I suck you off, will you go to sleep?" I looked over to Jack, smirking at him.

"Most certainly."

~~~

I woke up later by Jack kissing the back of my neck, mumbling my name. I couldn't figure out if he was asleep or not, but I didn't want to move because his lips on neck felt great, plus my head hurt. I felt them suddenly under my ear, making me close my eyes again. He dug his teeth into my skin lightly. I never thought Jack had it in him to be kissing me like this. Maybe I misjudged him as "shy", definitely when it came to this.

After a couple of minutes of Jack's soft, warm lips on my skin, disappeared. Well, that was weird, yet so nice and warming. He woke up just to do that? Was he even awake? 

"Alex?" Jack whispered, sounding fragile and sad. I guess he wasn't asleep. Why did he sound so sad?

I opened my eyes and turned my body around so I was facing him, my vision blurring and my head pounding. I ignored it, though.

"Yeah?" I asked, my the dimness of the room and the blurriness of my eyes making it hard to see Jack. I reached over to my lamplight, turning it on before looking over at Jack.

He had tears in his eyes, and they glistened against the light in a tendering sadness.

"I had a nightmare." He whispered extremely quiet that all I heard was "I" and "a nightmare". I opened my arms, inviting him for a hug because I could see he needed it. He fell into my arms and I could feel his body lightly shaking.

"Jack, baby, sh," I rubbed his back soothingly, trying my hardest to settle the crying boy in my arms. "nothing is going to hurt you." I added, hugging him tighter to let him know that I was there, and that the nightmare he had was not in fact real.

"It will though. It's going to hurt so bad...when I leave you." He pulled back to say, before crashing back into the previous position.

Leaving me. I almost forgot Jack was going into care in a month. Fuck.

"Maybe so, Jack, but I'm always going to be with you. You're not in there very long. You'll be back into my arms before you know it. You can't let it eat you away, though. Just think of when you get out, how you'll see me again. How I'll smoother you in silly little kisses." I chuckled quietly at the end, lifting his face up so I could kiss his face all over. He began to giggle quietly, hiding his face in my chest to stop me kissing him. I broke out into a grin, because I just made him happy again.

"Mm, but what if they don't let me back here because of my... Because of Bassam?" He froze when he mentioned his monster of a dad's name. I squeezed him gently again, yet again reminding him that nothing was going to get him.

"They can't do that, Jack. You'll be 18, free. You can do whatever you like with your life. Even if that was the circumstance, I'd move over to Hollywood and be by your side."

"You would?" Jack asked hopefully, looking up at me with his much dryer eyes. I nodded at him, staring into his beautiful eyes.

"Will you promise to never forget about me or leave me when I'm gone? To never stop keeping in touch? To be with me forever?" Jack said a little louder, a serious tone to his sweet voice. I leaned down to peck him on the lips.

"I promise to never forget or leave you. And God damn, I promise to be with you forever."

Notes

I think this whole chapter is drunk. Expect the end bit, that's important. Take note.