Jack POV

Me? Alex needs... ME? Why?!

I was quiet for a while, trying to think how to respond, but my brain was unhelpfully blank and could not form one single goddamn sentence.It’s kinda hard to talk right now.

Suddenly, Alex re-opened his eyes and looked at me attentively, making it impossibly harder for me to concentrate. I was now completely distracted by his fixated eyes on mine. They were drawing me in.

“Jacky…?” He whispered in a shaky voice.It’s really good to hear your voice saying my name; it sounds so sweet.

It sounded like a question, but I didn’t know what he was asking me.

“Lex?” I said in a small voice.I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud.

Mine was a definite question. The question being:“what do you need me for?”And even though I didn’t say that out loud, I’m fairly confident my eyes were doing all the talking.

Alex had a lost look in his eye, like he was confused. I got the disappointing feeling that his silent answer to my silent question was“I don’t know.”

Our eyes stayed locked together, both of us trying to unveil what the other was hiding behind them. And then, without breaking his focus, he slowly but surely started to sit up and lean towards me. I was so mesmerized that I barely realized I was mirroring his actions until our faces were only inches apart.

I closed my eyes, breaking the intense, analytical eye contact, as I felt his hot breath against my lips. Within seconds, the distance between them was gone and we were kissing tentatively. I could tell we both wanted andneededthis.

My heart thumped loud and fast inside my chest as the kiss evolved into a slow-paced and open-mouthed kiss. The strong taste of coffee and cigarettes on his tongue shot straight to my head, pretty much making me high.Coming from the lips of angel...

Oh, how I had missed his addictive lips.

I’ve been fucking deprived these past few days… But I was dealing with it (barely), because I thought all this was over.

Well, it doesn’t really feel over right now…I guess we never really moved on.

I don’t understand why Alex is kissing me like this when he has a girlfriend now… Doesn’t he feel guilty for cheating on Lisa?

I guessed the answer to my own silent question was “no” from the way that Alex was making no attempt to stop the kiss… He wanted this to happen as much as me.

All of a sudden, he prized his hand, which was definitely no longer trembling, free from mine and brought it up to tangle in my messy, long hair. The kiss deepened as he pulled me closer by the back of my head and rational thoughts faded quickly from my mind, leaving behind lust and an urge to take things further.

When I felt Alex start to pull away, a small wave of panic crashed over me…Oh fuck, no, don’t stop…Thankfully, he did as the silent, whining voices begged and didn’t break the kiss; he lay back down, pulling me with him. I took the hint and climbed on top of him, straddling his waist.

Our make-out session was getting heated rather quickly in the new position on Alex’s bed. He ran his hands down my back, going lower and lower, until they suddenly reached my ass. An involuntary moan of approval escaped my mouth when his hands settled there and started groping me.

This seemed to make me lose control over my hips; I was suddenly desperate for friction, so I rolled my hips down, rubbing our crotches together. I did this a few times and I could already feel Alex getting hard, which made me realize that my own pants were getting extremely tight.

He started rolling his hips up in time to meet mine andoh God… The friction felt too damn good. If we carried on just doing this it would all be over way too soon for my liking.

I accidentally broke the kiss as I tilted my head back, letting a throaty moan fall from my lips. Alex wasn’t phased by the loss of mouth contact; he reached up and wasted no time in attaching his lips straight to my neck. I had to bite my lip to stop more involuntary moans escaping my mouth as he attacked my sensitive spot with kisses and nibbles.

“Oh, fuck… Lex, uh, how far are we gonna take this?” I panted in short breaths, tangling my fingers in Alex's hair loosely as he continued to kiss my neck.

“Further,” he murmured into my neck.

My mouth went dry as his hands wormed their way between our bodies and were trailing south, towards the area that was begging for attention most.

“Below the waist is off limits to people who are just friends… Once you go there, there’s no going back,”a rational voice in my head warned.

But I was not in the mood to be rational anymore… I was way too turned on.

“Fuck that, me and Alex are more than just friends!”a second voice declared instantly, and I decided to agree with that one.

While his hands worked on undoing my pants, Alex proceeded sucking my neck. Hard.Holy shit…He was full-on going for it, giving me a fucking hicky! As much as I totally loved the feeling and what he was doing, I had to remind him of what he wasreallydoing… One of us had to be thinking straight in the mindless moment of passion.

"Ugh, Lex... Gonna make a mark,” I warned him breathlessly.

Immediately, he stopped and pulled away, as if realizing it wasn’t his best idea. And I immediately missed the contact and regretted opening my big fucking mouth.

I was just about to tilt my head down to look down at him pleadingly, but before I had the chance to, he unexpectedly pressed his lips to my ear and whispered “I don’t care.”

Hearing those words it makes me weak…

His words, along with the way he was lightly kissing and nibbling my earlobe, sent a shiver down my spine.

Then, he leaned back and looked at me with eyes clouded with lust. It was suddenly very clear that he was on a mission and nothing I can say would make any difference now. He re-attached his lips to my neck urgently and everything felt right again.

But no, this iswrong!… So wrong, it’sright…

Goddamnit, he’s meant to be with Lisa... He is fucking cheating on her with me!I don’t think she has a clue.

What does this mean? And how am I supposed to explain how I magically managed to get this hicky? Everyone will totally figure it out… Oh God, what is he doing?!

Suddenly, all questions and doubts threatening to take over my mind completely disappeared as Alex managed to take off my belt and toss it on the floor impatiently. The loss of my belt didn’t make my pants any looser, because they were already so fucking tight!

He seemed to have finished making his mark, because he leaned back and admired his love bite, smirking with satisfaction. His swollen lips were parted slightly and he was watching me staring at them in hunger. He alluringly dragged his teeth over his bottom lip, whilst staring at me with eyes swimming with desire. I almost jizzed at the sight alone.

As much as I was transfixed watching Alex, I suddenly couldn't take much more of his teasing. I leaned in to kiss him and he stopped nibbling his bottom lip to kiss me back eagerly.

His hands finally unbuttoned my jeans, which I was grateful for because I was close to doing serious damage to myself if I didn’t get out of the unbearable restraints of my pants soon.

Breaking the kiss, I sat up straight and lifted myself onto my knees, so Alex could pull down my pants. He took his sweet time before finally pulling them down low enough to reveal my boxers. I was well aware of the fact that they did nothing to hide what was inside.

Alex stared fixated at the tent in my boxers for so long I started to squirm a bit with impatience. He seemed to notice my restlessness because he suddenly lifted his gaze to my eyes. There was an innocent, yet lustful look in his eye, as if he was asking for permission. (I’m pretty sure I gave him permission when I let him pull down my fucking jeans.)

I moaned slightly in what was meant to be in encouragement, but I just sounded sexually frustrated. Which I was.

Quit fucking teasing me!

“What do you want, Jacky?” He purred.

Oh God… It’s like a fucking wet dream! I am going to seriously hate life if this is nothing but a cruel, fantasizing trick of the mind again…

But this can’t seriously be happening… Can it?

"You,” I moaned in a husky voice. “Fuck… Please just do something!” I closed my eyes tightly in building anticipation.

Alex smirked, as he suddenly trailed his hands under my shirt to stroke my chest. Then, he grabbed hold of my shirt, clearly intent on getting it off of me… But then, the moment was ruined; we heard something that made his hands and my heart stop completely.

“-Alright, shut up. I’m going to check on him now,” a loud, muffled, voice said, coming from the next room.

Rian? What the fuck?

It was then that I knew for sure that this was all completely real and not my imagination, because Rian sure as hell never pops up in any of my dreams about Alex.

It was also in that moment that I realized that the guys were all still on the bus too… How could I totally forget about that? I swear Alex turns off some kind of switch in my brain that blocks out all sense of surrounding and awareness.

I groaned loudly, this time very frustrated and my eyes snapped open immediately. Alex’s hands flew out from under my shirt just as fast and we both exchanged a quick, panicked glance, before our heads jerked in the direction of the door that Rian was rapidly approaching. My mind was racing, trying to think of explanations as to what we're doing...

Then, the next thing I knew, I was suddenly hitting the ground hard and lying face down in the aisle between our bunks.

Oww… What the-?

Motherfucker pushed me off the bed!

I looked up, feeling disorientated, as the bedroom door suddenly swung open to reveal Rian towering over me. I scrunched my shoulders up in preparation to be stood on by him, but he stopped dead in the doorway.

Should I be thankful or not that he noticed me?

“Uh, Jack… What the fuck are you doing down there?” Rian asked in obvious confusion.

Okay, this couldnot look any weirder…

“I, uh, fell… out of bed,” I said lamely, rubbing my head where I had banged it on the floor.

I mentally kicked Alex as a thank you.

“Oh. Well, that was- Dude! What the fuck? Pull up your pants!” Rian exclaimed in horror, staggering backwards.

Oh, excellent. I almost forgot the part where my pants were down. This just gets better and better…

“Uh, yeah, about that... I was getting undressed when I fell…” I said slowly, making no attempt to stand up as I tried to pull up my pants as far as I could in the face-down position I was in.

I felt like banging my head against the floor again purposefully and pretending Rian hadn’t just interrupted what could have been the best time of my life…

Man, I wish I WAS dreaming now.

I looked up again in time to see Rian staring at me with raised eyebrows.

“That might just be the most dumbass thing you’ve done in a while, man,” he said, shaking his head and lifting his gaze to Alex’s bed. “Well, I just came in to check on Alex… And he seems to be asleep… So yeah...” Rian trailed off awkwardly, turning back to frown at me.

Oh, Alex’s pretending to be asleep? Great. I look like an even bigger idiot now!

"I’m gonna go consult Robbie and Zack of your new level of retarded-ness... Try not to kill yourself putting your pyjamas on or something,” Rian added with a smirk, backing out of the room.

“Fuck off, I don’t even wear pyjamas!” I exclaimed, but he had already closed the door behind him.

As soon as Rian was out of earshot and the door was closed, the sound of Alex sniggering uncontrollably filled the room.

“Son-of-a-bitch!” I hissed at him, jumping to my feet hastily and pulling up my pants all the way. (It was a struggle though.)

“Hey!It’s not my fault!” Alex whined, frowning at my tone.

“Yes, it is! You shoved me off of you!” I disagreed dramatically, pouting at him.

“Well, what choice did I have?” He demanded quickly.

Duh, the choice of whether to push me off the bed or not?

He didn'thaveto push me... He could have let me get off myself. (Pun fucking intended.)

“Come on, you know we couldn’t let Rian see us,” Alex continued, dropping his voice.

I guess he was right... And if he'd left it up to me to get off of him, I wouldn't... But I don't even think I would actually care if Rian had seen us.

I didn’t really know why I was pissed off and slightly offended, so instead of thinking of a lame response, I rolled my eyes and just walked away from Alex, stomping out of the room.

I headed straight into the bathroom, cursing Alex and Rian under my breath. Then, I slammed the bathroom door behind me and hastily pulled my pants and boxers down in one go, setting my dick completely free for the first time. I sat down on the toilet seat and wrapped a hand around myself roughly, on a mission to get myself off.

But my mood was not improving; I was too busy obsessing over everything that had just happened to let myself feel too good. Disappointment was overruling pleasure.

This was so not how I had wanted things to turn out. And things wouldn’t have turned out like this if Rian didn’t have the worst timing in the world! I swear to God, I'm gonna kill-

“Need a hand?” I heard a sexy, familiar voice suddenly ask, causing my hand to completely freeze and my heart to falter.

Notes

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