Sometimes, The Sickness is The Cure
Forget About It
Was it real?
Or a love scene,
From a bad dream
I don't think
I can forget about it
Jack began to get dressed for work. He would be the one to take over the closing shift tonight. Alex would be back any minute now. He said he was doing laundry so it would be safe to assume that’s the reason he’d been taking so long to get home. Although, Jack didn’t need him for rides anymore since his car was fixed a week prior. He stomach churned a thought of facing Alex. Maybe he’d storm in angrily, grab the rest of his stuff and leave. This killed Jack on the inside. He really cared for Alex, because he helped Jack feel he had a reason to live.
Once Alex got home, it was still as quiet as before. The only noise being heard were those of the water running during Alex’s shower. Jack sat in the living room with the television on, but his attention was on the bathroom door. He was just waiting for Alex to come out so he could talk to him. He wanted to sincerely apologize for what he did to him last night. Jack didn’t like the tension between them, even though he knew Alex was just moments away from leaving. The note Alex wrote this morning didn’t say otherwise.
Alex walked out of the shower, wrapped a towel around his waist and nothing else. He forgot to grab a change of clothes from his room so he had no choice. He washed his face, and upon staring in to the mirror he remembered the events of last night.
~After he went into his room to go to sleep, he immediately has his mind on Jack. He couldn’t help but bite his lips when he remembered how Jack just kissed him suddenly. The brunette would’ve never thought of being gay, but the dominance and lust in Jack’s eyes drove him crazy. He cared about Jack like a friend, but after what they did; all he could think about was being touched by him. Alex was helpless at this point and couldn’t help but wrap his hands around his stiffening cock. He began to move his hand up and down, whispering Jack’s name to himself. Working up and down his length, until he found the perfect pace. What would Jack think if he knew he was doing this? Surely, he’d be disgusted. But damn, Alex couldn’t help himself. He came slowly and moaned as soft as he could without trying to wake up Jack. He covered his bed sheets with himself and felt gross. He would surely have to wash these tomorrow. He panted, feeling his post-orgasm and moaning softly. He’d never jerked off that way in his life, being so satisfied with dirty thoughts of Jack in mind.~
After washing his face he looked down to notice his erected penis, poking out and it was quite noticeable.
Oh fuck, really? Jack is like right outside. What am I gonna do?
Alex kept trying to think of turn offs, but his boner stayed stiff. He couldn’t just sit here and jerk off. He knew he was very vocal too, so it would be really obvious to know what he was doing. Screw it, he practically jumped out of the restroom and darted towards his room. He left so fast he didn’t even care to look if Jack was there. Which he probably was.
He got dressed in baggy shorts and a t-shirt, avoiding any pair of skinny jeans. He noticed that his dick wasn’t as hard anymore since he wasn’t giving it any attention. But he still felt really horny.
“Hey Alex,” Jack knocked, talking outside of his door.
“Y-yeah?” Alex responded, sitting down and grabbing a pillow over his lap.
“Can I come in?” Jack asked.
“Go ahead.” Alex replied, surely the pillow will help him cover his little problem.
“Um, I wanted to talk to you… about last night.” Jack began as he walked in. “Look, I’m really sorry. I am. I didn’t mean to do that to you. I know you’re not gay and I shouldn’t have let my hormones get the best of me. I know you’re looking for another place to stay so I’ll help you-“
“Wait, what?” Alex arched an eyebrow.
“Well, I know you’re going to leave. I mean I wouldn’t-“
“Jack I’m not leaving.” Alex smiled. “I love staying here with you. You’re my friend and roommate. I care about you and I could never leave you here by yourself without even talking to you about it. Plus, where would I even go?”
“You do have a point.” Jack grinned, still standing in doorway.
“Now about last night, you don’t have to apologize Jack. We’d already talked about it. Don’t you remember?”
“I-I guess so.” Jack rubbed his head, trying to remember last night events. Yet the only thing he could remember was molesting Alex.
“Well, I’m going to work now, so I’ll see you later Alex.” Jack looked at his watch. His shift would start fifteen minutes from now. “So are we good?”
“We’re good,” Alex nodded, smiling at Jack.
Once Alex noticed Jack was gone. He looked down at his crotch. He was still hard.
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
This time he was desperate to think of the worse things he could ever muster. Trying to forget the fact that Jack turned him on. His stomach began to hurt, and he had no choice now. He felt his dick began to leak pre come, as he thought of Jack once again. The dark haired man already left, so it didn’t really matter if he jerked off to him right?
He repeated the process of last night, wrapping his hand on his hard dick going desperately fast. Not even enjoying it at this point. He grabbed a bottle of lube he had in case of emergencies and lathered over his hand, putting much more than he needed. He laid down on his bed one hand on his dick and the other gripping the just cleaned bed sheets. Soft moans slipped out of his mouth as he continued, remembering everything he and Jack did. Yet, he imagined them going further. He wanted to go further, but he knew for certain Jack would never want to. Shit, he was fucking apologizing for it. Meaning he didn’t like it and he would dare do it again. His grip on his dick was harder when he felt pressure on his stomach. He just wanted to get it over with. After he came, he sighed in relief. Removing the just cleaned bed sheets once again.
Jack, what have you done to me?
The next morning, both Jack and Alex were off. Neither of them had anything to do today, so they both tried to laze the day away. The brunette tuned his guitar in the kitchen meantime Jack made them coffee. Alex strummed his guitar a few times and hummed some sweet nothings. He was losing himself in his music.
“I’m a walking travesty, but still I’m smiling at everything.
Therapy, you were never a friend to me.
You can choke on your misery,”
Jack was just staring at Alex, admiring the boy’s passion for what he does best. This made Jack want to pick up his own guitar and play along with him, but he wouldn’t dare touch it again. It hurt him, emotionally which almost felt like physical pain when he tried to pluck a string.
“Jack do you know how to play any instruments?” Alex interrupted his guitar.
“Um, well I mean. I used to play guitar.” Jack shrugged as poured coffee into their mugs.
“Why don’t you play it anymore?” Alex asked, turning his head.
“Well, it doesn’t feel right. I used to play just to make Lisa happy. I honestly didn’t even like playing it. My finger would hurt, and they were getting ugly calluses. Lisa used to complain about them when we would hold hands, so I tried to take a break from it.” Jack grabbed the two mugs and sat next to Alex, handing him one.
“Wow, what a demanding bitch. I mean, Sorry Jack, I didn’t mean to say that about her.” Alex smirked.
“Its fine, she was very controlling sometimes. But she was really sweet most of the time.” Jack took a sip of his black coffee, his preference.
“Well as far as I know, she was controlling. I mean did she force you to learn how to play guitar?” Alex asked.
“I mean, she suggested it to me. She said it’d be hot to have a guitar playing boyfriend.” He shrugged once again.
“Jack,”
“Yeah?”
“She was treating you like putty in her hands. You should never, ever feel bad for losing something worthless like her. She might be pretty, she might be sweet. But she was controlling. She got she wanted and she threw you away when she was done with you. You were like a phase for her, something to show off to her friends, and she was done with you. She left you.” Alex looked directly into Jack’s eyes, trying to soften up his firm words.
“You’re right I guess. I just want to sugar coat everything she did. I guess I still have some feelings for her. And it hurts. She promised to stay with me and she didn’t.” Jack scratched his head, obvious disappoint showing on his face.
“It’ll be okay Jack. She wasn’t worth any of your tears or pain you suffered. You’re worth a lot.” Alex grabbed Jack by his shoulder, rubbing his thumb on his exposed skin from the tank top he was wearing.
“Thanks Alex,” Jack half smiled, staring right at Alex’s lips.
“No problem, you’re my best friend,” Alex smiled back, staring deep into Jack’s eyes.
~*~
Friend.
Friend.
That word is killing me.
Or a love scene,
From a bad dream
I don't think
I can forget about it
Jack began to get dressed for work. He would be the one to take over the closing shift tonight. Alex would be back any minute now. He said he was doing laundry so it would be safe to assume that’s the reason he’d been taking so long to get home. Although, Jack didn’t need him for rides anymore since his car was fixed a week prior. He stomach churned a thought of facing Alex. Maybe he’d storm in angrily, grab the rest of his stuff and leave. This killed Jack on the inside. He really cared for Alex, because he helped Jack feel he had a reason to live.
Once Alex got home, it was still as quiet as before. The only noise being heard were those of the water running during Alex’s shower. Jack sat in the living room with the television on, but his attention was on the bathroom door. He was just waiting for Alex to come out so he could talk to him. He wanted to sincerely apologize for what he did to him last night. Jack didn’t like the tension between them, even though he knew Alex was just moments away from leaving. The note Alex wrote this morning didn’t say otherwise.
Alex walked out of the shower, wrapped a towel around his waist and nothing else. He forgot to grab a change of clothes from his room so he had no choice. He washed his face, and upon staring in to the mirror he remembered the events of last night.
~After he went into his room to go to sleep, he immediately has his mind on Jack. He couldn’t help but bite his lips when he remembered how Jack just kissed him suddenly. The brunette would’ve never thought of being gay, but the dominance and lust in Jack’s eyes drove him crazy. He cared about Jack like a friend, but after what they did; all he could think about was being touched by him. Alex was helpless at this point and couldn’t help but wrap his hands around his stiffening cock. He began to move his hand up and down, whispering Jack’s name to himself. Working up and down his length, until he found the perfect pace. What would Jack think if he knew he was doing this? Surely, he’d be disgusted. But damn, Alex couldn’t help himself. He came slowly and moaned as soft as he could without trying to wake up Jack. He covered his bed sheets with himself and felt gross. He would surely have to wash these tomorrow. He panted, feeling his post-orgasm and moaning softly. He’d never jerked off that way in his life, being so satisfied with dirty thoughts of Jack in mind.~
After washing his face he looked down to notice his erected penis, poking out and it was quite noticeable.
Oh fuck, really? Jack is like right outside. What am I gonna do?
Alex kept trying to think of turn offs, but his boner stayed stiff. He couldn’t just sit here and jerk off. He knew he was very vocal too, so it would be really obvious to know what he was doing. Screw it, he practically jumped out of the restroom and darted towards his room. He left so fast he didn’t even care to look if Jack was there. Which he probably was.
He got dressed in baggy shorts and a t-shirt, avoiding any pair of skinny jeans. He noticed that his dick wasn’t as hard anymore since he wasn’t giving it any attention. But he still felt really horny.
“Hey Alex,” Jack knocked, talking outside of his door.
“Y-yeah?” Alex responded, sitting down and grabbing a pillow over his lap.
“Can I come in?” Jack asked.
“Go ahead.” Alex replied, surely the pillow will help him cover his little problem.
“Um, I wanted to talk to you… about last night.” Jack began as he walked in. “Look, I’m really sorry. I am. I didn’t mean to do that to you. I know you’re not gay and I shouldn’t have let my hormones get the best of me. I know you’re looking for another place to stay so I’ll help you-“
“Wait, what?” Alex arched an eyebrow.
“Well, I know you’re going to leave. I mean I wouldn’t-“
“Jack I’m not leaving.” Alex smiled. “I love staying here with you. You’re my friend and roommate. I care about you and I could never leave you here by yourself without even talking to you about it. Plus, where would I even go?”
“You do have a point.” Jack grinned, still standing in doorway.
“Now about last night, you don’t have to apologize Jack. We’d already talked about it. Don’t you remember?”
“I-I guess so.” Jack rubbed his head, trying to remember last night events. Yet the only thing he could remember was molesting Alex.
“Well, I’m going to work now, so I’ll see you later Alex.” Jack looked at his watch. His shift would start fifteen minutes from now. “So are we good?”
“We’re good,” Alex nodded, smiling at Jack.
Once Alex noticed Jack was gone. He looked down at his crotch. He was still hard.
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
This time he was desperate to think of the worse things he could ever muster. Trying to forget the fact that Jack turned him on. His stomach began to hurt, and he had no choice now. He felt his dick began to leak pre come, as he thought of Jack once again. The dark haired man already left, so it didn’t really matter if he jerked off to him right?
He repeated the process of last night, wrapping his hand on his hard dick going desperately fast. Not even enjoying it at this point. He grabbed a bottle of lube he had in case of emergencies and lathered over his hand, putting much more than he needed. He laid down on his bed one hand on his dick and the other gripping the just cleaned bed sheets. Soft moans slipped out of his mouth as he continued, remembering everything he and Jack did. Yet, he imagined them going further. He wanted to go further, but he knew for certain Jack would never want to. Shit, he was fucking apologizing for it. Meaning he didn’t like it and he would dare do it again. His grip on his dick was harder when he felt pressure on his stomach. He just wanted to get it over with. After he came, he sighed in relief. Removing the just cleaned bed sheets once again.
Jack, what have you done to me?
The next morning, both Jack and Alex were off. Neither of them had anything to do today, so they both tried to laze the day away. The brunette tuned his guitar in the kitchen meantime Jack made them coffee. Alex strummed his guitar a few times and hummed some sweet nothings. He was losing himself in his music.
“I’m a walking travesty, but still I’m smiling at everything.
Therapy, you were never a friend to me.
You can choke on your misery,”
Jack was just staring at Alex, admiring the boy’s passion for what he does best. This made Jack want to pick up his own guitar and play along with him, but he wouldn’t dare touch it again. It hurt him, emotionally which almost felt like physical pain when he tried to pluck a string.
“Jack do you know how to play any instruments?” Alex interrupted his guitar.
“Um, well I mean. I used to play guitar.” Jack shrugged as poured coffee into their mugs.
“Why don’t you play it anymore?” Alex asked, turning his head.
“Well, it doesn’t feel right. I used to play just to make Lisa happy. I honestly didn’t even like playing it. My finger would hurt, and they were getting ugly calluses. Lisa used to complain about them when we would hold hands, so I tried to take a break from it.” Jack grabbed the two mugs and sat next to Alex, handing him one.
“Wow, what a demanding bitch. I mean, Sorry Jack, I didn’t mean to say that about her.” Alex smirked.
“Its fine, she was very controlling sometimes. But she was really sweet most of the time.” Jack took a sip of his black coffee, his preference.
“Well as far as I know, she was controlling. I mean did she force you to learn how to play guitar?” Alex asked.
“I mean, she suggested it to me. She said it’d be hot to have a guitar playing boyfriend.” He shrugged once again.
“Jack,”
“Yeah?”
“She was treating you like putty in her hands. You should never, ever feel bad for losing something worthless like her. She might be pretty, she might be sweet. But she was controlling. She got she wanted and she threw you away when she was done with you. You were like a phase for her, something to show off to her friends, and she was done with you. She left you.” Alex looked directly into Jack’s eyes, trying to soften up his firm words.
“You’re right I guess. I just want to sugar coat everything she did. I guess I still have some feelings for her. And it hurts. She promised to stay with me and she didn’t.” Jack scratched his head, obvious disappoint showing on his face.
“It’ll be okay Jack. She wasn’t worth any of your tears or pain you suffered. You’re worth a lot.” Alex grabbed Jack by his shoulder, rubbing his thumb on his exposed skin from the tank top he was wearing.
“Thanks Alex,” Jack half smiled, staring right at Alex’s lips.
“No problem, you’re my best friend,” Alex smiled back, staring deep into Jack’s eyes.
~*~
Friend.
Friend.
That word is killing me.
Notes
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