the Prince and the Punk

To say Jack spent the next few days sad would be an understatement. Alex had virtually stopped talking to him, and to make matters worse a supposed sex scandal with him and some actress was all over the tabloids. Jack barely managed to pull himself out of bed for work today. In fact if he had his choice he'd probably prefer to die right now. When Jack finally did manage to make it to work, he could barely focus on anything other than the fact he'd be able to crawl back into bed soon.

When the magical time of night, closing time, finally rolls around, Jack is more ecstatic than he had been about anything recently. He carefully ensures everyone is out and cleans up, he doesn't even bother to make himself and Rian a drink. Bed was calling his name. Jack pulls on his coat and slinks out into the night. He took a short cut home, he usually preferred to avoid this route, it was shady and he didn't know this area as well as he knew the rest of the town.

Jack carefully trots down the side walk, looking about him consciously. He had to be alert, and it kind of made him wish that he would have just went the normal way. He lets himself breathe a sigh of relief when he finally reaches the park. That meant his house wasn't too much further, and he's already cut the time in half. Jack starts down the side walk when someone's drunken babbling catches his attention. Laying in the grass, illuminated by the moonlight was Alex. He was saying something aloud to himself that Jack couldn't quite make out.

He moves closer, intrigue rushing through him. He honestly didn't want to see Alex right now, but the man had a gravitational pull of sorts. "You're so dumb Alex," Jack hears. "Can't you just let things happen?" Jack moves as close as he can without the fear of being found out. "You let Jacky go . . ." Alex's voices drifts off, and Jack loses his footing and falls forward. What an in-opportune time to be clumsy.

Alex clambers to his feet, and look around, surprised by the sudden noise. He finally spots Jack and his feature soften. He smiles and struts over to help him up as though he hadn't shot him down earlier that week.

"Hey Jack-o," he greets, his voice slurred slightly. "Just the man I wanted to see."

"Hi Alex," Jack greets quietly. Suddenly he feels Alex's arm around his waist and the shorter man lays his head on Jack's shoulder.

"I missed you Jack," Alex mumbles into his shoulder, rocking back and forth gently. Jack can feel a blush creeping up on his face. Alex seemed to think they had been in a relationship or something. He looks up at Jack with his deep brown eyes and Jack forces down any thoughts he might have had. He just really like being with Alex. "'m sorry . . ." Alex hums.

Jack places a hand on Alex's back and pats him awkwardly. "'sall right." Alex releases him and steps back, simply admiring Jack.

"Let's dance Jacky," he announces, the drunk side coming out more prominently.
Jack attempts to answer, but he can't find words. He simply moves with Alex as he spins him about, humming a tune happily. Alex slowly beings to attempt lyrics, and even though he was drunk he still sounded like an angel. Jack leans forward and presses a kiss to Alex's perfect lips, earning a light gasp from the boy. Slowly he pushes back into the kiss, and they find themselves lost in the undeniably cliche moment.

"How 'bout you stay the night with me?" Jack asks. "You're a bit too drunk to be wandering the streets alone." Alex simply nods and takes Jack's hand as they walk to his apartment.

Notes

Hey!
I fixed the Jalex!

Chapter Title Credit:
"Let's Twist Again" by Chubby Checker

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Dewey