The Good Life

*Jack*

It’s been almost a week since Alex and I had that fight and I’ve been crying every day because of it. I talked to Matt on Thursday and he told me he wanted to take me out to a bar tonight, Saturday, so I could forget about Alex; like that would happen. I was currently getting ready and waiting for Matt to come pick me up. I put on a pair of khaki skinny jeans, white and black Nike dunks, and a black V neck shirt that showed my Jack Skellington tattoo that I got for my 21st birthday. My phone vibrated showing a message from Matt, telling me he was already outside waiting. I grabbed my wallet and keys, and walked out to Matt’s car.

“Hey man, how’re you?” Matt greeted me as I sat in his car, fidgeting around to find a comfortable position. He tried to smile, but when I didn’t smile back, his face fell.

“I still feel like shit.” I said in a monotone voice. The only reason I agreed to go out was because I felt like drinking my feelings away. That was always the answer to everything, right? Drink to forget.

“Don’t be like that, dude. Look, we’re going to have fun tonight, okay?” he said as he glanced up at me and started to drive, “And, you don’t know, maybe we’ll even find you a new guy.” Matt continued, and I just rolled my eyes at him. I knew he was trying, but it wasn’t working. I missed Alex too much to even think about hooking up with someone else at the moment.

We pulled up to a bar I have never been to, called ‘Con Clase’. It was a nice small bar, like a pub but without the smelly old men with beards, with only a few people inside, most of them being hot guys but none of them could compare to Alex though, I sighed at the thought and walked with Matt over to two open bar stools so we could sit and start drinking.

“I’m not drinking tonight, I’m only here to keep an eye out for you.” Matt told me. He was a square, that’s for sure.

“Fine! I’ll get drunk all by myself, selfish bastard.” I said and he just laughed at me as I was calling the bartender over so I could get my first drink of the night.

“Excuse me! Can you bring me a few shots of Jack’s, please? Well, you know what? Just bring the whole bottle.” I yelled out to the lady bartender, giggling because I said my own name.

“Sir, we’re not allowed to give out bottles to customers.” She told me with a sympathetic look on her face. I took out my wallet and handed her a one hundred dollar bill and repeated myself;

“Can you bring over that whole bottle of Jack for me, please?”

She looked down at the bill, her eyes widening but took it and said, “Of course! I’ll bring that right over to you.” I smiled at her as she walked away.

“You are unbelievable.” Matt shook his head at me laughing.

“Oh? Like you wouldn’t do the same thing?” The bar tender, Stacy, was her name tag said, brought over the bottle and two shot glasses. I thanked her as she smiled at me and immediately started pouring myself a shot.

Eight shots later and I was starting to get hot, my mind was also getting kind of fuzzy. I was spilling my feelings about Alex to Matt for the second time. And let me tell you, it was not a fun story.

“I just thought he was the one, y’know?” Hiccup. “Like, man, I know we’ve only been seeing each other for about three weeks,” Hiccup. “But… but he still was special to me, y’know?” I could feel my words starting to slur, but I couldn’t stop talking. I just needed to get all of those feelings out, I couldn’t even contain it.

“I know Jack, but you’re supposed to be getting over Alex and finding someone new.” Matt said, as he pats my shoulders, looking really concern over me.

“I don’t want a new guy, Matt! I want Alex!” Hiccup. “But all he cares about is that whore Lisa.” Even saying her name made me angry. It was all her fault! If she didn’t move here, I would still be living happily ever after with my Alex.

“What if we find you a one night stand to help get your mind off of him?” Matt was still trying, but nothing would work.

“No, that won’t work. What if I was being paranoid and nothing was going on between him and Lisa.” I groaned, burying my face on my hands, “I’m a horrible person.” I looked at Matt who was looking at something across the bar.

“What is it?” I asked, trying to follow his eye to see where he was looking.

“Uhm. Nothing, let’s go, it’s time for you to go home.” he tried to keep me from turning around, cupping my cheeks and making me look to him instead, but I knew he was hiding something, I pushed his hands away forcefully and turned anyways. I glanced over to the pool tables and saw it, I saw Alex standing there with Lisa and some other couple laughing like he didn’t miss me at all. I felt sick, like I was going to throw up. That was probably because of how much I had drunk.

“How did you know that was him?” I mumbled trying to cover up the hurt I was feeling.

“You showed me his pictures on Facebook, remember?” I shook my head; my jaws were hanging in the air, looking so confused and so hurt. I couldn’t really remember my last name by this time. I looked over to my left and saw a cute guy sitting all alone. I decided that I should do what Matt said and have a one night stand, so I could get over fucking Alex and what he did to me. That fucking asshole, I thought he actually cared, but I guess not. He looked so perfectly happy with Lisa, and that made my heart clench and I could practically feel it break from the inside. So I left Matt and walked over to the stranger, still keeping my gaze on Alex the whole time, I introduce myself.

“What’s a sexy looking guy doing here all by himself?” I asked and raised an eyebrow at him, trying-and possibly failing-to look as sexy as I can be. I was getting all my confidence from the shots I had taken, although I didn’t even know if he was gay or not, he could be as straight as a pole and find my flirting very offensive, then break me into million pieces. But he was wearing a black cardigan, tight skinny jeans, and black combat boots. His hair was similar to Alex’s was when we were in high school; light brown, long and messy. So there’s no way that this guy was straight. I hope to fucking not.

He giggled and shook his head at me, hey, this guy’s kinda cute. “I just got out of a really messy relationship and wanted to come out to drink, you know, the usual.” He didn’t comment on me calling him sexy so that had to count for something right? And he just giggled, so that’s a plus.

“Oh, would you look at that, what a coincidence was this? You see that asshole over there?” I pointed to Alex. “He basically cheated on me with that chick next to him.” I tried not to sound bitter over the whole situation, but it didn’t work. My words were harsh and venomous; I could almost taste the poison coming from it.

“That guy, huh? Well, how about you come back to my place and we can talk about who had it worse.” He laughed. I was certain he was flirting with me at this point, so I told him to wait while I went to tell Matt I had to go.

I ran over to Matt, “Hey I’m going to take you up on your offer on that one night stand. So bye I’ll call you tomorrow.” I ran off hearing him yell out a ‘bye’ while getting up to leave. I walked back over to my new guy friend.

“Ready?” he asked, grabbing his coat and I nodded, smiling sweetly at him. I swear he looked just like Alex did in high school.
“Oh! I’m John by the way. Nice to meet you…” he said and reached a hand over for me to shake, and I did. He blushed; looking down at his feet like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

“Jack, I’m Jack.”

We started to walk towards the exit and I glanced one last time at Alex just because he was smiling up at Lisa while she was talking to him. I felt my heart break again and followed John out the door to his car. He opened the door for me and I got in thanking him. I told him we could go to my house since he said he had a roommate he didn’t want to wake. We talked about his break up with his boyfriend and my break up with Alex while I gave him directions to my house.

He pulled up to my front porch and I led him to my front door.

“This place is beautiful Jack!” he said as I unlocked the door to let us in.

“Thanks!” John was really sweet I don’t see why his ex was such a jerk to him. Then again, I didn’t do anything bad to Alex, why did he leave me?

I took him to my bedroom immediately thought of Alex as we passed the couch I gave him a blow job on. I quickly turned around and smashed my lips with John’s, trying to forget Alex’s name. It caught him off guard, but he relaxed and started kissing me back. He slowly led me over to my bed ‘til the back of my knees hit it and fell back with him falling on top of me. He forced his tongue into my mouth and I got turned on right away at his aggressiveness. John moved away from my mouth and started to kiss and bite on my neck. Every nip had me going real nuts and I started to believe that it was Alex doing all these to me, but then reality sets in and, yeah, this was John.

“Uhn. Fuck!” I moaned as he bit down on the sensitive part of skin behind my ear. I heard him giggle as he did it again.

“You think you’re so funny!” I flipped us over so I was straddling his hips. I started to grind my hips down on his’ to create more friction, while I was sucking all over his neck.

“Jack, oh my god!” He moaned as he laced his fingers through my hair. I rose up from him to pull my shirt over my head and he did the same. I went back to attacking his neck while he pulled my hips forcefully to his. I could feel him turn hard in his pants and couldn’t wait any longer; I just needed this so bad. I needed to forget, even for just a moment. I moved down to unbutton his jeans and slowly pull them off along with his boxers, just to tease a little bit. I removed the rest of my clothes and opened my drawer to grab a bottle of lube and a condom.

“What do you want to do?” I asked hoping he would catch my drift so I wouldn’t have to explain. Judging by the smile on his face he did.

“I want to fuck you,” he said seductively and winked at me, as he sat up so he could start stretching me. I didn’t care if I was top or bottom I just wanted to get my mind off of Alex. Which in this case, isn’t helping yet.

As I lay down on my back, he opened the bottle and spread the lube on three of his fingers. He pressed his first finger in and it didn’t take long to get use to it since I sort of do this to myself every now and then. His fingers were a little bigger than mine so when he added the second finger I could feel myself stretching a little bit.

“Mmm, just fuck me already!” I groaned as he scissored his fingers inside of me. I was growing impatient and just wanted to cum already.

“You don’t have to ask me twice!” He exclaimed, grabbing the condom off my night stand and ripped it open with his teeth. I almost came at the sight of him sliding it on and jerking himself while he put on the lube. He was sexy; I couldn’t wait to see what he was like in bed.

John lined himself up with my entrance and slowly pushed in.

“Fuck!” We both moaned in unison. I should’ve let him stretch me a little bit longer because this hurt like hell, but I could take it, I know I can. He was finally all the way inside of me and waiting for me to adjust. Once I was ready I told him to go and he pulled out and slowly pushed back in.

“You’re so tight, Jack.” He was still going at a slow pace but that was cutting it for me. I pushed back on him to send him a signal to go faster. It didn’t work; he was still fucking me in a slow pace. He also hit nowhere near my prostate. So I felt nothing, and I couldn’t exactly fake an orgasm either.

I laid there for thirty seconds contemplating different ways I could tell John that he was doing nothing for me without sounding like an asshole. Then I felt his hips stutter and he let out a loud moan as he came inside me on the condom. It was over before it could even start, what in the hell? If I wasn’t so angry and sexually frustrated I would have been laughing my ass off at this mess I’d gotten myself into.

“That was fucking awesome!” he said as he climbed off me and laid down facing me, drifting to sleep. He didn’t even realize I didn’t fucking cum at all. I got up and started my shower so I could get rid of my problem myself.

-

I woke up the next morning to someone ringing my doorbell. It was ten in the morning and I had a slight hangover so I could not move for the life of me. No one told me they were coming over today so I wasn’t expecting company. I heard something or someone moving in the kitchen, and remembered John stayed after the night I had with him.

“It’s the pizza I ordered!” John said excitedly as he ran to answer the door in his boxers. Who orders pizza at ten in the fucking morning?

“Oh, where’s my pizza?” I heard him say to who I assume was the pizza delivery guy. God, now I know why his boyfriend broke up with him, he could be so annoying.

“Who the fuck are you? And where’s Jack?” I jumped up at the sound of that voice, my eyes widen and I could practically hear my heart beat rapidly; I quickly stood up and put on a T-shirt, boxers, and basketball shorts. I ran to the front door to see a confused looking John and an infuriated Alex standing there.

“Alex I can expla-“ he cut me off before I could finish.

“No, Jack, I completely understand now.” He looked crushed. His eyes sending daggers towards me and John, and for the very first time, I was scared of Alex.

“Oh! You’re the asshole ‘Alex’ that broke his heart. What the hell are you doing here? Jack doesn’t need you, he has me.” John said smirking at Alex as he crossed his arms on his chest. I tried to tell John to shut the fuck up, but before I could, Alex already send a fistful on John’s face, sending John stumbling backwards, and landing on his behind. He crouched down at John’s level, punching him in his right eye and turned to leave. I ignored John’s cries out in pain, as I quickly ran towards Alex, trying to stop him from leaving.

“Alex.. please. Please don’t go. I need you.” I said, trying my hardest to refrain from sobbing my heart out, tears begun to spill from my eyes, but Alex kept walking, he didn’t even hesitate and turn to look back. I was there to watch him get in his car and drove off, the tires screeching and smoke blocking my view of the man I love leaving me to pick up the pieces. But seconds later, another car pulled up with a pizza hut logo on it. I just rolled my eyes and waited for the delivery guy.

“I’ve got a pizza here for a John?” the delivery man said as he reached my door.

“Right here.” John said still grunting in pain, he held himself as he got up, I don’t even want to help him, I was pissed off that he had to tell Alex that, he doesn’t have the right to own me. I’m not his’, I’m Alex’s. And only Alex. I rolled my eyes and went to grab him an icepack so I wouldn’t feel so bad about kicking him out.

“Here. Take this and get out of my house.” I held out the icepack in front of him as he just looked at me with his puppy dog eyes, oh please. I told him, and walked towards the door so I could close it once he left. He took the icepack and stood there.

“I thought we could eat this together? And you know, maybe have a little more fun like last night.” He told me while he was standing by the door, smirking. I almost gagged at this man, wow, completely oblivious that I don’t want him in my household again.

“The only fun I had last night, is when I was in the shower, laughing at how long you lasted in bed.” I was probably being a little harsh than I needed to be at him, but I was upset with myself and took it out on him. He got up and left without another word and I shut the door behind him. I sat down by the door and cried for the second time over Alex. I made a horrible mistake, what was I even thinking? I’m a terrible person and I deserve to be alone. But I don’t want to be alone, I want to be with Alex.

Notes

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