the Prince and the Punk

Alex didn't come over to Jack's the next day. Or the day after that, and before long a week was passed without Alex even hinting at it. Jack and his texting rate even declined significantly after that day. Jack didn't blame him, but he still felt like utter shit when he thought about it.

Jack rolls out of bed around noon as usual. He makes breakfast and gets dressed, only to have to re-enter his room when his phone rings. "Hello?" He answers.

"Jacky-poo~" A drunken voice slurs from the other end.

"Who is this?" Jack questions, a look of confusion setting itself on his face.

"Alex," the person responds, giggling cutely. "Jacky, can I come over please?" He draws out the 'please' a long time, only adding more giggling afterwards.

"Okay," Jack agrees. He feels his heart flutter a little. Alex was finally coming back over. Drunk, but coming back over. They say good-bye and Jack rushes to pick up the apartment happily.

In a few minutes there's knocking at the door, and a drunken Alex stumbles in, clutching feebly at Jack's shirt to regain his balance. Jack hauls Alex to his feet by the collar of his shirt.

"Jacky, do you and any alcohol?" Alex giggles, saying the word 'alcohol' as though he had never heard it before.

"Not for you, you're already drunk," Jack answers. Alex's bottom lips juts out and he looks up at Jack with pleading eyes. If Jack hadn't been hardened by years of bartending he probably would have broken right there.

Alex makes a whining noise before moving to sprawl out across the couch. "Can we at least watch a movie Jacky?"

Jack moves Alex's legs so he can sit. "What do you want to watch?"

"Anything," Alex answers, repositioning self so he can cuddle into Jack side.

Jack nods and flicks on a movie channel. It was hard to keep his composure right now, he can feel sweat forming on his forehead and his hearth racing.

"Jacky?" Alex asks, looking up at him cutely. Jack hums a 'yes.' "I think I like you."

"I like you too," Jack answers cooly even though his heart is racing a million miles an hour.
"No," Alex says, shaking his head. "Like, like like you."

"You meant what I knew," Jack says, barely managing to contain himself. Alex was just drunk, he won't remember this. He chants mentally.

Notes

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Chapter Title Credit:
"Substitute Teacher" Key & Peele Skit

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