*Jack POV*
~3 years later~
“Aww, come on, Jacky...Please,” Alex whined, quickly looking at me with big, hypnotic eyes and pouting lips, before focusing back on the TV screen.

He was making it completely impossible for me to concentrate on reading my book. But that’s nothing new. See, Alex has a gift; he can distract me from whatever I'm doing just by his presence.You’re always on my mind. Not cool, man.

“Once again,no. Get your own coffee, you lazy motherfucker,” I retorted, pretending to go back to reading my book, despite the fact the words look somewhat foreign in my distracted mind.

Even though I keep denying him what he wants, he knows as well as I do that I'll give into him eventually. It's a matter of time and strength of mind. Basically, he's relentless and I get bored easily. Oh, and he's irresistable and I'm a pushover.

But yeah, I guess you could say I get my sick kicks hearing him beg.

“Can’t,” he stated shortly, “I’m busy owning Rian’s ass at Dungeons and Dragons.”

He paused to look at me again briefly, wearing a wicked grin on his face, while Rian protested loudly in the background. Then, he turned back to the screen and just started frantically pressing all thebuttonson the xbox controller at the same time, like a madman.

Rian fell silent at once as the fateful words 'GAME OVER' suddenly appeared on the screen.

“And that is how it's done!" Alex exclaimed, putting his controller down with the smuggest expression on his face.

My eyes glanced over to Rian and I snorted at the shocked expression on his face, which very rapidly turned to an annoyed one.

"What the fuck was that? You went mental," he grumbled, practically throwing his xbox controller on the table in a bad temper.

He is such a sore loser, I swear. I guarantee he will not get over this for a good few days.

“Well, it looks like you officially own him now… So you can get your own damn coffee,” I turned to Alex, smirking to myself, actually proud of my lame comeback for some reason.

Alex stuck out his lower lip in protest, like a child trying to bribe its mother to give it what it wants. I'm not sure when mine and Alex's relationship became a parent-child one, really.

“But you’re nearer.”

I frowned, looking down at the seat where I was sat, and then where he was sat,right-fucking-next to me.

“Brilliant reason," I nodded sarcastically.

“Oh come on, Jack. You know I always get what I want,” he winked.

And when exactly did it become my rightful job to get him whatever he wants?

I raised my eyebrows at him in response. My facial expression said it all:arrogant fucker.

"Well, then.You want the coffee, so you can get it," I folded my arms stubbornly.

Alex sighed and fell silent, running out of ways to persuade me. I could just hear his mind ticking though, trying to find another. Like I said: he's relentless.

“Hey, you know what else I want?” he soon piped up, looking at me with innocent eyes that contradicted the sly smile forming on his lips.

"To get laid?" I suggested nonchalantly, saying the first thing that popped into my head.

Yep, that's what my thoughts revolve around. Alex's sex life.

No, seriously.

And if he denies that he wants to get laid, he's lying. He doesn't exactly hide his sexual desperation well these days. You could be having a intense conversation with him about the second world war or something, and suddenly he'll be like, "I think my virginity has fucking grown back."

"I wasn't actually going to say that... but hey, if you're offering," he cocked an eyebrow suggestively.

I folded my arms in an "I-rest-my-case" kind of manner.

"Jesus Christ, Alex, you're so desperate," Rian screwed up his face in disgust. "This is Jack you're talking to, hello!"

Yeah, jeez! Oh wait...

"Don't insult my sex appeal!" I interjected, frowning at Rian defensively.

"Your sex appeal?" he repeated, frowning back in confusion. "You have about as much sex appeal as a pencil sharpener."

OH no he DIDN'T.

I opened my mouth to tell him exactly where to go, but Alex responded quicker. Like, literally so fast it startled me slightly and I snapped my mouth shut, looking affronted.

"Nah, he's actually rather fuckable."

Excuse me? Did he just… what. Fuckable is not even a word!

Rian and I just stared at him for that unexpected interruption. I kept my facial expression neutral, despite the fact that my heart was fluttering inside my chest. Even though I knew he was probably joking and/or trying to wind Rian up by disagreeing, I was way too happy about his inappropriate declaration.

All of a sudden, he turned and winked at me discretely, letting me know that he was just messing with Rian to freak him out. I hid my disappointment well, just like I hide all my feelings, and decided to play along.

“Well, you can have me any time you want," I smirked, sounding playful even though I was being deadly serious. My eyes took in the unsettled frown on Rian's face and I had to hold back a chuckle.

Alex grinned at me, pleased that I was going along with this game or whatever he was trying to play.

“How about now, Sugar, right here on this couch?" he replied in a low voice,far too seductively.

I was still fairly sure that he was only joking, but I was literally seconds away from jumping him and turning his little joke into a reality.

Rian suddenly snapped, reaching his optimum level of discomfort.

“For the love of God! I’ll make the fucking coffee if you both stop this conversation right now!” he declared abruptly, jumping to his feet so fast I recoiled a little in surprise.

Alex flashed a mischievous grin, which Rian ignored, as he walked swiftly over to the kitchen area hastily to make the frickin' coffee. When he was out of earshot, Alex leaned over and rested his head on my shoulder, laughing softly. I somehow managed to keep my shoulders from stiffening.

“That was just too easy,” he whispered.

I forced a smile, even though it was a wasted effort, because Alex couldn’t see. I just wished this was not all a game to him.I’m heels over head.

We were silent for a few minutes, both absorbed in our own thoughts.I hope you think of me.Alex was still resting on my shoulder and I didn’t dare move or say anything that would make him stop; I just wanted to stay in the same position on the sofa all night.

“Hey, where are Zack and Robbie?” He suddenly asked, as if he’d only just realized they weren’t in the room with us.

He sat up straight again for a better look around the room and physically lifted the weight off my shoulder in the process. Emotionally, there was a weight still weighing on my shoulders...

“I don't know."

At that exact moment, Rian was heading towards us with Alex’s coffee in his hand, and he rolled his eyes at us, causing me to frown at him.

“Are you kidding? They told us they were going to the backstage area literally about five minutes ago. You two obviously don’t listen to anything anyone but each other says!” He spoke irritably.

Alright, sorry Mom!

“Did you hear something?” Alex turned to me, mocking his brother.

Before I had time to reply 'no', Rian snapped, “Do you want this coffee? ‘Cause I could just drink it myself, you know.”

This threat was too much for Alex.

“No, no, yes I do… Give it here!” he rambled hastily, leaning forward and snatching the cup from Rian's hand.

He takes his coffee very seriously. There will be no playing of games where coffee is involved. It’s obviously a serious matter, unlike, oh I don’t know… my heart.

Rian rolled his eyes again.

“Well, we’re going onstage in an hour, so I’m going to go find Zack and Robbie and chill backstage for a while,” he announced, heading towards the door. He stopped with his hand on the doorknob and glanced over his shoulder at us. “Coming?”

I assumed we were going with him, so I was just about to get up and follow… Then Alex put his hand on my thigh. The unexpected contact nearly caused my leg to spasm. I froze, looking at his hand unnaturally close to my crotch area and I knew I wasn’t going to be moving anywhere just yet.

“We’ll be there in a minute,” Alex announced dismissively.

...What the fuck?

“Great, I do not want to know what you’re waiting to do," Rian muttered, hastily leaving the bus.

Well, I do!

As soon as the door closed behind Rian, I turned to Alex with a questioning look, but he just removed his hand from my thigh and started sipping his coffee casually.

“So… What are we waiting for?” I asked, when Alex made no attempt at explaining. "You don't really want to have me right here on this couch, do you?"

Not that I’d say no, of course…

His lips just curled into a smile behind the coffee cup.

“Not right now,” he replied light-heartedly, reaching forward and putting his coffee down slowly on the table.

I frowned at him, not even knowing if he was joking any more. He stared back at me with an unreadable expression his face.

"Uh, what's going on?" I questioned uncertainly, getting impatient at how he was taking his sweet time because the suspense was rising inside me.

He suddenly broke the eye contact and averted his eyes to the floor awkwardly. I continued to stare at him, narrowing my eyes suspiciously.

“Alex..." I began, but he suddenly silenced me by leaning forward and kissing me hard on the lips.

Initially, I was too shocked to register what was happening. But then it sank in that he was fucking kissing me, and burning adrenaline and desire flooded through me.You’re burning bridges, baby.

It was a very brief brush of his lips on mine, but that was all it took to make my head go dizzy and my heart thud quickly.

His kiss always has that effect on me, but this wasn’t like the other times. Every other kiss we’d shared was on stage, in front of an audience of sexually-frustrated teenage girls. This was something completely new to me. I wasn’t used to this kind of affection without an audience.

When he pulled back slowly, he gazed into my eyes and smiled. My mind would not have been able to form a sentence in that moment if my life depended on it.

I stared deeply into his eyes trying to figure out what he was doing and at the same time willing him to kiss me again. You’re a chance-taker, heartbreaker, got me wrapped around your finger.

Unfortunately, he didn’t make another move on me.

"Right, well, we should probably get on down to the stage area," he said suddenly, interupting my trail of thoughts, as he jumped up from the sofa onto his feet.

His abrupt movement triggered a response from me.

"Hey, whoa... Wait... W-what the hell was that?" I blurted out in shock.

I sounded so desperate for an answer... I annoyingly never really mastered the skill of 'playing it cool'.

"What was what?" he replied blankly, pretending to be innocent and looking at me with questioning eyes.

I looked at him in disbelief.

"Uh, that that just happened between us!"

Seriously, I’m not just gonna let this go. He can’t kiss me like that and pretend it never happened.

"It was a kiss, Jack," he shrugged patronizingly; the corners of his mouth turning up at the edges, making me want to punch him and kiss him again all at the same time.

He seemed so nonchalant, as if kissing me like that was something he did every day. It made me feel like I was overreacting and the gesture was meaningless… But the problem was, it meant something to me. It meant the fucking world, actually.

"I know that, smart-ass," I responded impatiently, furrowing my eyebrows at him. "But why?"

He shrugged again, reaching down to pick up his coffee.

"Why not?" He turned the question round on me. Then, he added; “I had the urge.”

He winked at me before standing up straight again and resuming drinking his coffee.

"The urge?” I repeated, raising my eyebrows at him.

Why would he just randomly get an urge to kiss me like that, out of nowhere?

“Yeah. They come and go. You’ll get used to them,” he told me simply.

Oh, will I now? Does that mean kisses between us are going to be a regular occurrence now?

...Okay, yeah, I can live with that.

“Um… Okay then…” I mumbled slowly, because really, what else could I say? I didn’t even understand what was going on.

I couldn't see his mouth because the cup was covering it, but the sides of his eyes creased, which told me he was smiling.

"Right. Now, seriously, we should get on down to the stage area now," he repeated, putting his empty coffee cup back on the table.

I groaned and pushed myself further back on the comfortable sofa like a sulking child.

“Do we have to? This is only the fourth night of the tour and I’m exhausted already,” I moaned.

I want it to be over now.

“Get used to it, dude. This tour lasts for another month yet,” Alex replied realistically, offering me his hand, which I took and he pulled me onto my feet. "And I'm not promising I can control my urges for the whole month," he added slyly, as we left the tour bus and closed the door behind us.

I smirked, shaking my head at him.

I take it back... I don’t want this tour to be over. It’s going to be a good one.

Notes

Credit for title and lyrics used: Boys Like Girls