He Hasn't Been Sober For Days

My head spun as Jack stormed out of my apartment. I couldn't believe he just accused me of lying about him staying over and kissing me. It was too early for this shit. I shrugged and snuggled back under my blanket.


When I next woke up, it was nearly 3pm. I guess looking after drunk Jack tired me out. I still couldn't believe he denied everything. Was the idea of kissing me so bad?


And how dare he accuse me of having guys round here all the time. He basically came onto me last night and he's accusing me of being a man whore!

I started clearing up and soon I stumbled upon the bottle of whiskey I'd taken off Jack last night. I chuckled and took a swig of it. Oh god I'd missed whiskey.

A couple of hours later I was drunk. And I was angry. I grabbed my phone and rang Jack, ready to rage at him.

"Alex? If you're ringing to ask me to come round again then please fuck off. Last night didn't happen"

"It fucking did! I'm ringing up to release my wrath on you!"

"Release your wrath? What's that like relEASE THE KRACKEN!?" he laughed.

"Jack, you fucking cock, listen to me! I'm angry at you!"

"Okay. That's cool"

"Did you not hear me?! I said I'm angry at you!"

"Alright, princess, I'll humour you, what've I done?"

"You-you denied kissing me! And called me an man whore!!"

"Well..I apologise for calling you a man whore. There. Better now?"

"No because you're still denying kissing me!"

"Fine. We kissed. Better?" Jack said and I could tell he was just playing along to make me shut up.

"Fuck you! You didn't properly confess! You're just trying to get me to shut up!"

"True. But we didn't kiss"

"We fucking did! I remember the taste of your tongue as you pushed it against mine, trying to get me to kiss back and I remember the way your fringe tickled my nose and I remember how I didn't notice the lights had changed back to green and I remember the way your hand pressed against my dick so nicely it felt like that's what you were born to do and I remember it felt right, so don't you dare deny it because I know it fucking happened!!"

"Alex..I.."

"Don't 'Alex..I.." me! It happened! Don't deny it!"

"Wait you thought it felt right?"

"Yes" I admitted drunkenly.

"Even though you didn't kiss back? It still felt right to you?"

"Wait, Jack, you just-"

"Gotta go" he said quickly, hanging up on me. I sighed and sunk down to the kitchen floor, phone in my lap, bottle of whiskey in my hand. I had another mouthful of the Jack Daniels, smiling both at the phonecall and at the burning in my throat.

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Chapter title credit: Kiss Me Like You Mean It - Room 94