Kiss and Sell

Alex pressed his forehead against the cool metal of his locker as he drew in a deep breath and let it out through his nose. Jack was watching him from where he was -lent up against the locker beside the one he was lent against with his arms and feet crossed. Alex could only look at his amused face from the corner of his eye -seeing the playful smirk on his thin lips. Alex took in another breath -again letting it out through his nose -as he lent back and let his head fall back onto the locker before whining and pulling back to rub his forehead and pout making Jack chuckle as he stood up straight and said, "One day you're going to get a concussion, y'know."

Alex huffed -the breath of hair hitting his long bangs and making it flutter out of his face but land right back over it as he lightly kicked Jack's shin as he continued his mocking laughter at the blond haired boy, "Shut up." He muttered. "You can't get a concussion from metal -it's only concrete and bricks, asshole."

Jack gave him the "are you joking right now or is that true because I'm too dumb to know" look making Alex roll his eyes and quickly say, "I'm kidding, Jack. I know I could get a concussion if I continue to bang my head against my locker."

Jack smiled -as if he knew Alex was joking all along. He honestly liked the company of Alex -despite everyone telling him to leave the boy alone. Alex was funny, smart, even nice most of the time (he did have his moments). Jack knew the only reason people dissaproved of their relationship was because it was just so typical. The whore of the school, Alex Gaskarth, hanging out with the biggest bad boy in all of Baltimore? It was funny, actually, how stereo-typical their relationship really was. Except, Alex didn't really care if he ever had sex with Jack. They never had sex, honestly probably never would, and Alex wasn't that bothered by it. Jack didn't seemed bothered by it either. He never made a move -despite all the signals Alex threw at him more than often -and Alex couldn't tell if he really wasn't into him because he was a dude or a whore.

They seemed to make great friends, though. No one really bothered to actually ever interfere with Jack and Alex's relationship -as far as the school knew Alex was pretty much Jack's bitch -and they kind of liked keeping it that way. For the most part Alex didn't get hit on by immature boys he didn't want nor needed because for some reason being Jack's friend protected him from idiots. It was like he had a tattoo on his head that said "property of Jack Barakat -the Jack Barakat that will kick your ass if you fail to recognize this warning".

Alex didn't mind until he tried to find a good fuck. It was hard when almost everyone in the school was scared of your best friend.

Well, almost.

Alex heard the usual crew of "Rookies" or so Jack called them. They were the younger, less knowing of the ways of the school kids who thought they were a gang or something. Alex smirked at them -the shortest of the group catching his smirk and returning it flirtatiously as they all approached. Alex took in all that he could of his newly found group of boys -only seeing one girl that didn't look all that desperate to get in his pants -not like the rest of the boys anyways. He scanned over each face -finding the muscular one the most attractive out of the two other Mexican boys and the girls -now seeing two he never noticed -and aimlessly said, "I'll see you later." Not really caring if Jack heard it or not as he walked across the hall to the little group.

He walked right pass the girls and the Mexicans to Muscles who smiled shyly. He placed a hand on the younger's bicep -leaning over to whisper in his ear and probably nibble on it a little. Jack watched silently -arms not moving from the position of having them crossed nor attempting to stiffen. He wasn't necessarily mad -Alex wasn't his nor were they doing anything together -he was just protective and maybe a little possessive because usually Alex stuck by his side during school. At least he didn't have to watch such activities like Muscles placing a firm hand on Alex's rear take place after school -the usual time for Alex's sexual rituals.

Alex usually kept his "clients" quite a secret from Jack. Jack liked it better that way. He didn't need to know who the boy was banging nor did he really care. He knew it was happening everyday. There were times Jack was sure he hadseenit happening in an alley whenever he had passed by one time to go to the store and had noticed the familiar tuff of blond hair lowered to a kneeling stance. Jack ignored all these things though -reminding himself thathechose to ignore Alex practically flinging himself at him for a reason -but it wasn't easy when he was watching Alex glance around before dragging Muscles to a nearby janitor's closet right before his eyes.

He sighed a little -letting his back fall against the wall of lockers as he closed his eyes and snaked his hands in his pockets to play with the pack of gum in the leather jacket. His lips set in a frown as his fingers tapped the package softly -counting down the minutes until he, and only he because the hallway had already cleared out now since the bell just rang, heard the loud, probably forced and over exaggerated, cries from Alex from inside the closet. He could hear the rhythmed squeaks of, "Ah. Ah. Ah." of Alex from his place in the hall -hand clutching tightly around the pack of gum as he gritted his teeth and opened his eyes to glare at the door.

He knew he shouldn't be jealous, or possessive, or anything for that matter over his friend because he had no right to be. He didn't have sex with Alex, and even if he did he still wouldn't have a right. Alex would never allow him to control him like a "sex slave" or so the boy so stubbornly called "boyfriends". Even if Jack tried to convince him they weren't boyfriends, but Alex was still only to stay with him, Alex would go absolutely crazy in the fact he couldn't have more than one person to have sex with without Jack getting upset. Alex was reckless and wild is why. He didn't want relationships and love -he just wanted sex.

Jack, of course, didn't mind sex every now and then himself, but a relationship was a stronger feeling for himself. He really wanted to wake up and fall asleep with the same person everyday, get married, have a few kids. He liked the idea of being in love. He liked the idea of having someone to take care of while they did the same in return. He liked being apart of someone's life as something they needed just as much as Jack would need them.

Alex didn't see it that way.

Which is why Jack couldn't have sex with him because Jack would be attached. Jack would be jealous -not that he already wasn't -and Alex would be pissed if Jack ever tried to control him and force him to stop being who he was.

So, for his own and Alex's sake, Jack kept Alex untouched for himself despite it being a guilty pleasure of longing for the boy -thinking about him night and day -and allowed Alex his quickies like how he was finishing now -exiting the closet with messy hair while buttoning up his pants -Muscles exiting a moment after and following him to Jack where they would depart -Muscles slapping Alex's butt and Alex giggling as he said, "I'll see you around sometime, yeah?"

"Definitely." Said Muscles with a quick smirk and a glance at Jack before waving and scurrying off to his class that all three were late to now.

Jack sighed a little as Alex adjusted his pants and straightened his shirt -opening his locker to look at his hair in the mirror and shrugging at the reflection as he simply flicked his bangs out of his eyes in a failed attempt to fix it. Jack gave him a look. His look that he always gave him where he bowed his head forward slightly as if scolding the older boy who groaned and asked, "What?" extremely annoyed with his friend who was mocking his groan and tone with a, "You know what. You really shouldn't be doing that in school or with complete strangers for that matter." Jack wasn't going to force Alex to stop -they had this conversation every time he did something like this -but he hoped he could play as Alex's conscience or something and make him realize he really shouldn't be roaming around fucking anything that moves.

Alex rolled his eyes and held out a twenty dollar bill, "Complete stranger or not, I just got paid and got off. What's so bad about that?"

Alex didn't usually get paid. He wasn't a prostitute, but the kid had insisted for some odd reason. Maybe he thought it'd keep Alex around. As if Alex would ever nail him again.

"I dunno, Alex, the fact that maybe that guy had something wrong with him and passed it on to you?" Jack argued -huffing as Alex rolled his eyes and shook his head while muttering, "We used protection, Jack." and quickly said, "Well, what happens when a teacher walks by and hears you guys?"

"I get in trouble, so what?"

"You know what!" Jack cried -motioning towards Alex's bruised wrist that he quickly hugged to his chest.

"Peter isn't going to do anything about it, Jack. He doesn't care. The only reason he actually did this was because I called my mother a slut and threw her cigarettes away. I fucking deserved this, okay? I was being disrespectful, and you know, maybe you could learn a thing or two from my old man. You're pretty fucking disrespectful yourself." Alex hissed -shoving his hand behind his back as he moved to stalk away but stopped and turned around as Jack scoffed and repeated, "Disrespectful? Alex, I'm the most respectful person in the entire school. They only call me the bad boy because I beat that one fat kid up in ninth grade and drive a motorcycle to school."

Alex rolled his eyes, "Whatever, Jack, just leave me alone, okay? Just because I hang out with you and flirt with you doesn't mean I'm your fucking sex slave or some shit. I can do what I want, y'know?"

Jack ran a hand through his hair and pulled at the ends as he cried, "That's not what they're even fucking called! It's a fucking boyfriend! And who even said I wanted you to be my boyfriend?! I don't even like you that much! You're a fucking slut who likes to piss me off because you think its funny or something! Goddammit. Ugh!" Jack began to pace as his hand clutched the gum package tighter -pulling it out to rip open and fling gum all over the place in a shaky attempt to grab a piece before absolutely reaching his melting point which was about the point when his gum flew everywhere. "Fuck!" He screamed making Alex sigh and bend down to pick up the loose pieces of gum and hand to Jack.

"Well, it is pretty funny that I can get you like this," He motioned to Jack as he chomped down on a piece of gum angrily -throwing two more pieces in after the first to create a big frustrating wad in his mouth, "in about five seconds, so yeah." He shrugged a little and Jack pushed him back.

"I'm not joking with you, Alex. You're a fucking asshole and I'msickof having to watch out for you."

"Well I neveraskedyou to watch out for me." Alex shrugged as he popped a piece of gum in his mouth.

"Well, you're parents wont, and you wont do it yourself, who the hell else will?" Jack asked -much calmer thanks to his gum. Though he much rather be sucking down a cigarette -the gum helped quite a bit. He hated arguing with Alex, but the two bickered like an old married couple and most all of their conversations led up to an argument. Alex often told himself it was because Jack was sexually frustrated. He was always so tense and angry. He pent up all his anger and whenever he saw the chance he'd often aim it all at Alex. Alex liked it in that kinky kind of way. Its probably why he never got hurt by the words. He knew they were meaningless frustrations. To be honest, Alex was like a pillow for Jack -one he could scream in when he was upset -even punch. Alex didn't mind. He was used in every other way possible -Jack being one of the few that returned the favor by actually caring about him and worrying. Even though Alex absolutely hated that Jack cared and worried he felt good to have someone he could also go to when he was upset or frustrated. It meant a lot to him.

He shrugged a little and muttered, "Shut up and get to class before you get detention,bad boy."

Notes

Well hai there babes.

Muscles is actually Zack and he will be apart of the story pretty often ;)

Anyways, how is my first chapter? Yay or nay? I really only write this for fun or when I'm having writers block between my other stories which are also up here. I liked the idea and the fact that I finished it and worked on sequel for it. So, I figured why not share it.