Kiss and Sell

He wanted to knock but he wasn't even sure he was allowed back in. He hadn't asked if he could even stay. He just kind of showed up. He hadn't wanted to call him and ask because he was embarrassed he had been kicked out by someone he had wanted to go to in the first place instead of staying with Jack who obviously had cared more. Jack wouldn't care that he couldn't have sex. They don't have sex anyways. Jack wouldn't care if he couldn't move and he'd have to take care of him all day. Jack liked to do those kind of things.

Still, Alex was hesitating from knocking -moving his hand away from mid-air and back to his pockets as he paced a little on their small porch. He looked back at the road -contemplating just leaving and maybe finding another friend to stay at. Brendon had already left long ago -not even bothering to see if he got in or even was allowed to stay. Jack would have waited. He sighed and raked a hand through his hair. Maybe he could go back to his parents. Maybe he could sneak in and lay in his room until he healed.

He heard shuffling from inside the house -Jack's muffled voice notifying his mother that he was leaving. Alex frantically looked for a hiding place -shuffling up to the side of the wall next to the door and standing against it with his back pressed against it and his eyes closed.

Jack opened the door -not even really paying attention. He was texting on his phone and Alex cracked open an eye to watch him walk out while typing on it. He wondered who he was talking to until Jack sent the text and suddenly his phone went off. Jack jumped -making this adorable little shriek -and whipped around to look at Alex with a blush.

"W-what are you doing?" Jack asked -baffled he didn't notice the boy there before. Alex slowly detached himself from the wall as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously and said, "I was going to ask you if we could talk."

Jack crossed his arms over his chest as he muttered, "Why don't you go talk to your boyfriend?"

Alex bit his lip, "Yeah, he's not my boyfriend, and... He told me I couldn't stay with him anyways." He felt really embarrassed he was so worthless to everyone. Jack didn't seem to care that no one really cared for him, though. For some reason he was okay with Alex being a whore. He didn't act like he had deceases or hang around him because he thinks he could possibly get in bed with him, which he's had plenty of opportunities to do just that, and he actually worried and cared about him -would do anything for him whether he got in trouble or not. He didn't want to admit to Jack that he couldn't find a place to stay because no one really cared. He didn't know why but he felt ashamed of it.

"Oh, so what? You come crawling back because you have no where to go and I'm the only one who will take you?" Jack spat.

"N-no..." Alex whimpered, "I mean, yes, but no too. Yes I couldn't find anywhere else to stay, but no that wasn't the only reason I came back. I... I wanted to apologize." Alex admitted -although he didn't know whyhehad to apologize. He assumed he should apologize for slapping Jack and yelling and getting upset so easily, but he was also kind of hoping it'd lead to Jack apologizing as well since he did kind of start it. He sighed and scratched his cheek that wasn't still swollen and apologized, "I'm sorry I slapped you and yelled and stuff. I was just... I was already really upset about the whole thing and I was in a lot of pain. I mean, I almost lost my balls, can you believe that?"

Jack raised his eyebrows, "What?"

Alex nodded a little, "Yeah, Brendon took me to the doctor-"

Jack scoffed, "Oh so you'll go with him but not me?" He rolled his eyes. So much for an apology. This was the worst apology he's ever gotten.

Alex groaned a little and pulled his hair stressfully as he said, "The doctor said that I had something wrong with my cords-"

"Your cords?"

Alex nodded -not bothering to explain -and continued, "And he had to untwist them and said that if I hadn't come in sooner I would have had to have surgery and I probably would have had to have one cut off, can you believe that? I didn't even know people did that!" He cried. Jack stared at him -arms still crossed and his eyebrow arched high -he looked unamused and Alex sighed as he quickly changed the subject, "Anyways, I was peeing blood for fuck sakes, I was scared and in pain and I was stressed and I just snapped. I'm sorry I slapped you-"

"Twice."

"I'm sorry I slapped you twice."Alex rolled his eyes, "And it wasn't an excuse to slap you, but I really wasn't thinking straight and I shouldn't have done that, so, sorry."

Jack sighed, "Why didn't you tell me you were in so much pain? I would have took you to the hospital that morning, 'Lex."

Alex looked down at his shoes as he scooted his foot across the wooden porch and traced a circle in the dust of it, "I don't know. I thought I would be okay. I thought if I just waited it'd heal and I wouldn't need to worry." He shrugged and looked back up at Jack who was giving him a sad look. Jack was honestly hurt Alex didn't want to trust him enough to tell him he was in pain. He assumed he didn't want to look weak in front of him or something. Maybe it was because Jack was so intimidating.

"So, is that why Brian's not letting you stay with him? The whole..." He gestured towards Alex's crotch, "Thing?"

Alex frowned a little, "His name is Brendon."

"Whatever." Jack scoffed and rolled his eyes before asking, "Is it?"

Alex shook his head, "I'm not allowed to move and I have to take pills for my ribs because they're fractured but I don't have money to buy the prescriptions. I am supposed to go to a doctors appointment to get X-Rays in like," He checked his phone, "Four hours, and, uh, I can't really do anything and I have to ice everything like every two hours-"

"So... What?" Jack interrupted, "Why can't you stay with Bob or whatever?"

"Do you not want me to stay here? Because I can leave. I passed a nice bridge I can live under a few blocks back." Alex said with a slight frown. "And his name is Brendon, Jack." He muttered.

"No, you can stay here, and I'm definitely not letting you live under a bridge, I'm just... curious. Did he even have a real reason?" He asked -adjusting his beanie on his head as he pushed loose strands of hair back into it.

Alex looked down at his feet again -biting his lips as he muttered, "He has a reason."

"What is it?" Jack pushed.

Alex sighed and looked up, "It was because... I can't... I can't you kn-"

"Don't you dare tell me it was because you can't have sex." Jack growled. Alex nodded slowly making Jack clinch his fist and grit his teeth before turning around and walking down the four short steps of his porch. Alex watched him before saying, "Hey! Where are you going?"

"Out." Jack hissed.

"Where?"

"Anywhere."

Alex watched him stop his walk to his bike and glance back. They locked eyes for a second before Jack turned around with a little sigh and jog back to him. He grabbed his hand and pulled him into his house -steering him to the living room and to sit him down on the couch. His mother watched as Alex tried to stand back up but Jack pushed him down and held him there by his shoulder making Alex kick his legs and say, "No, Jack I can't. Your family's here. This is so embarrassing please don't make me sit here. Oh my god."

"Stay." Jack said, "Stay." He turned to his mother as Alex pouted and said very slowly, "This is Alex. He has fractured... Fractured?" He looked down at Alex who nodded, "Fractured ribs. He needs ice and stuff and probably food." Joyce rolled her eyes and nodded as she watched her son slowly let the boy go and hold up a warning finger at him, "Stay."

"I'm not a dog."

"Stay." Jack repeated before leaving. Alex opened his mouth to protest but Jack was already out the door.

He ran to his motorcycle and jumped on. He knew he wasn't going to be long. He was just going to go kick Brendon's fucking ass. He knew the exact way to the man's house and when he got there it was in under fifteen minutes. He got off his bike -glancing around to make sure no one was watching because if they called the cops because he was flat out attacking their neighbor he would be in some deep shit -and slowly made his way up to the house.

When Brendon answered the door he was obviously not expecting to see Jack there because he immediately said, "Who the fuck are you?" Of course, he didn't finish the sentence because he had a face full of Jack's fist about half way through it. Jack grabbed his collar as the man stumbled back -clutching his nose in pain -and cracked at him again -hitting him right in the jaw.

Brendon fell to the floor -holding his hands up to shield his face from Jack's blows as they kept coming until Jack couldn't see straight anymore. He was panting above him and slowly let him go as some boy ran in with long brown hair. He grabbed at Jack and pulled him off of Brendon hastily and Jack let him. He fell to his knees in front of Brendon's body -pretty much unmoving and Jack glared down at them.

"When he wakes up you tell him that if he ever even looks at Alex again I'm going to fucking kill him." Jack hissed.

He thought for a moment he recognized the boy -saw him in some of his classes one time or in his school at least -but he pushed it to the back of his mind as the boy nodded and he left. He looked down at his knuckles -now bloody from his own blood -and sighed as he wiped them off on the inside of his jacket -and slowly got back on his bike.

He didn't bother to see if anyone was watching him drive away. He got what he wanted. He knew Alex would be mad if he knew what he did. He hadn't even planned to hit the guy so much. He was just so mad. How could someone do that to his Alex?

He blinked.

Well, Alex wasn't his.

Why would he think that?

He shook his head and headed home -wanting to just clean the fresh cuts on his knuckles because they kind of stung. When he finally got home -probably a little faster than normal because he was speeding -he came in to hear Alex blabbing about some kind of worm hole in space or something crazy like that. Jack was not sure what he was going to see when he entered his living room hesitantly but what he did was not what he was expecting at all.

His mother was sat beside Alex -both of them with their backs to Jack -and they were both looking down at something Jack couldn't see because it was in their lap. Joyce was only half looking -occasionally stopping from where she was brushing Alex's hair (what the fuck?) to say something to the younger as he talked before going back to brushing his hair. She probably couldn't stand how matty it looked when he came in. He probably hadn't brushed it in six days.

"What are you two doing?" Jack asked making them both look behind them at him. Alex smiled a little before returning to whatever he was looking at in his lap and Joyce returned to brushing his hair as she said, "You never let me brush your hair anymore, Jack. Alex said I could brush his. Remember when I used to brush your hair?"

Jack nodded a little, "When I was five, I guess." He started to move forward -curious as to what Alex was looking at -and looked over his shoulder while saying, "What are you looking a-" He stopped when he saw baby pictures. Baby pictures of him. "What the hell?!" He cried as he snatched the photo album from Alex's hands, "Don't look at those! Give that to me!" He pointed at the album beside Joyce that Alex grabbed before he could and clutched to his chest.

Jack grabbed it and pulled it out of his tight hold roughly making Alex pout as he breathed, "How much did you see?"

"Oh, I saw all of it, Jacky boy." Alex winked making Jack groan as he looked around and grabbed any other album in the living room. He hid the behind his back as Joyce rolled her eyes and Alex said, "You were so cute, Jack! Wh-"

"Don't you dare say what happened. I got sexy that's what fucking happened, bitch." Jack snapped before swooping up the other family pictures in the room.

"Language, Jack." Joyce scolded -still brushing Alex's hair.

Jack noticed how flat it looked without all his hairspray that made it look more like sex hair than anything. It was kind of cute flat. He ran everything he was able to fit in his arms to the hall closet and placed everything on the highest shelf where even he had to get on his tippy toes to reach. He smiled a little triumphantly at the now unreachable embarrassing baby pictures before returning to his mother and friend only to hear Alex giggling. They had a box full of old things Jack had made or drew or wrote. Jack groaned as Alex held out a list he had wrote of some sort and read it while Joyce pointed out other things to him.

Where did they even get the fucking box?

He snatched the list from Alex's hands making him cry, "Hey! I was reading what baby Jack wanted for Christmas! Give it back!"

"Jack was very creative when he was young," Joyce said before humming and saying, "He still is. You draw still don't you Jack?"

"Yeah whatever give this to me." He grabbed the box and everything that had been pulled out and shoved it all back into it while searching around the room angrily.

"He liked to read a lot even if his spelling wasn't that... good." Joyce said -giggling a little as Alex did.

"I was five!" Jack cried in protest from his place where he was pulling down family pictures. God, there was like a million. He grabbed one from when he was little and had like no pants on. Why do they even hand these things? To embarrass him purposely?

Alex giggled as he watched Jack run around the room frantically -having already seen pretty much every picture anyways -and said, "And you wanted Legos."

"Legos were cool back then! They still are! Give me a break!" Jack groaned. He did one more sweep of the living room before leaving to hide the box of embarrassment. He stopped in his tracks in the hallway -looking up to see more horrible baby pictures. Who takes this many pictures of their children? It was like a baby Jack shrine. What the shit, parents. Seriously?

He groaned and grabbed all of the pictures down as Joyce called, "Why didn't you tell me Alex was such a sweet boy, Jack? You made him sound like a nuisance!"

"Because he is a nuisance." Jack grumbled.

"I heard that!" Alex called.

"Good!" Jack called right back.

Alex frowned from his place on the couch and looked at Joyce while saying just loud enough for Jack to hear from where he was hiding the box and pictures, "Well, Jack is a very rude person and he says mean things to me and makes me cry." He pouted making Joyce gasp and cry, "Jack! How could you be like that to such a sweet, handsome young man!"

Jack entered the room then -mouth agape as he argued, "He's a liar! I've never made him cry!"

"You made me cry the other day when I left!" Alex exclaimed.

"Yeah, but you slapped me in the face!"

"And you were gonna slap me back." Alex retorted.

"Because you. Slapped me. In the face!" Jack cried.

"Jack!" Joyce cried, "Never slap anyone! Two wrongs don't make a right!" She scolded making Jack groan and flop down on the couch. She pulled Alex hair as he began to snicker making him wince and rub at his head as she scolded him as well, "Same for you. No slapping -ether of you."

Jack stuck his tongue out at Alex who glared at him from his place on the couch. Jack rolled his eyes and asked, "Am I taking you to the doctor today, or not?"

"Yes." Alex pouted, "Yes and I want to be drove there in a car -not a motorcycle."

Jack face-palmed himself and grumbled, "Mom can I borrow your freakin' car?"

Notes

I had no idea how to end this damn chapter. Alex is back thooooooooooo
And I am very proud of Jack for beating up Brendon like wooo.