Kiss and Sell

Alex was wolfing down his second plate of food. He wasn't use to having so much, so his stomach was being pushed to its limit and he felt like he was going to throw up, but he didn't care. He had never actually had a home cooked meal and after almost every bite he'd moan and thank Joyce for making the dinner and reminded her that it "tasted like heaven" to him. She would smile and thank him for the compliment while saying, "Why can't you guys appreciate my dinner as much as Alex?" to Jack, Joe, May, and Bassam.

Joe, May, and Bassam were silent -just watching Alex as the scrawny boy licked the plate clean and stole food from Jack's plate when all he did was pick at it. They hadn't met him until he came home with Jack from the doctor. He had been really shy at first and kind of hid behind Jack because it was three new people to meet and Jack's dad, albeit nice, was very scary. He smiled at Alex and introduced himself and everything, but Alex still felt kind of scared. He figured he just didn't have a good vibe around fathers. He liked May though. She was very nice and talked to him sweetly kind of like Joyce. Joe was just amazed his baby brother had landed a guy as nice looking as Alex. Although, he wasn't attracted to men as much as he was woman, he still knew a good looking guy when he saw one and despite Alex's face being slightly swollen and his black eye only now fading to a dull purple he was still pretty hot.

So, as Alex munched down on any bit of food he could get his hands on and Joyce reminded Jack and Joe that they needed to do the dishes because they were still kind of in trouble for being late despite Joe being twenty now (and still not in college by the way) he still had responsibilities around the house same as everyone else, Bassam finally spoke up. Jack listened from where he was at the sink -keeping an eye on their conversation because he really hoped no one (especially Bassam) said anything about how he talked about Alex because ever since his little secret of loving the boy came out he's been rambling about him and pretty much told his parents everything about the boy.

"So, uh, Alex... Do you mind telling me what happened to you? It was just that Jack was very worried when you suddenly disappeared for those few days and everything." Bassam said. Alex stopped his eating to look over at Jack who blushed -knowing he was going to so tease him about being worried and actually telling his parents that he was worried about him because for a bad boy he was a perfect son with a perfect family and it was funny how ironic his life was.

"I was just sick." Alex shrugged -returning his gaze on his plate.

"Just... Sick...?" Bassam asked -knowing that was not the case pretty much at all and feeling a little insulted the kid was lying and so easily too -but he guessed he could understand why he was doing it.

"Yeah, I had a really bad stomach flu." Alex said -bowing his head a little to try and advert his eyes that would most definitely prove he was lying. He glanced at Jack who was biting his lip fiercely. He knew his dad was about to just spill that he knew everything, that Jack had told him everything because he could see it on his father's face and hear it in his tone. He wanted to walk over there and stop the conversation before it got to far but Joe grabbed him and stopped him while hissing, "I am not doing these alone."

He groaned and returned to his dishes as Bassam asked, "What happened to your face then?" He leant back in his chair slightly as he watched Alex finish his plate and May take it from his hands as he held it up.

"Uh, I... I kind of got into a fight, but I usually don't I'm not a fighter or violent or anything... Uh...." He adverted his eyes -feeling as if Bassam might think he wasn't good enough to hang out with his son or even stay at their house not that he asked Joyce or Bassam or anyone yet which he planned on doing soon, "I didn't even fight back..."

Bassam nodded as he saw Jack in the corner of his eyes just watching the blond squirm uncomfortably and turned his head to give him a look that said, "I'm not saying anything for you." and said, "Well, you seem like a nice young man. I'm glad Jack is friends with you."

Alex's face lit up at that as he said, "Thank you, sir."

Bassam nodded a little before getting up and helping Joyce put the left overs away. Alex felt awkward that he hadn't really helped at all, but he figured it was some kind of family thing. He wasn't apart of the family so he just sat there. Jack glanced at him and said, "You can go to my room if you want Alex. I'll be up there in a minute." knowing the blond was probably so uncomfortable at the moment.

Alex had never heard a more perfect string of words in his life. He nodded as he got up and practically ran upstairs to Jack's room. Jack rolled his eyes and continued his cleaning. For a minute he didn't even bother to remember that he had personal things in his room Alex was probably looking through, but when he did he gasped and dropped the plate he had been holding back in the sink.

"Oh fuck!" Jack muttered as he face-palmed himself repeatedly and muttered, "I'm so dumb, fuck."

"Language, Jack." Joyce scolded from where she was closing the fridge.

"What's wrong?" Joe asked -looking his brother up and down.

"Alex is going to look through all my things! I have personal fucking shit up there! Oh my god." He placed a hand over his chest dramatically, "He's gonna look through my sketchbooks. Son of a bitch is going to look through my sketchbooks."

Joe chuckled and rolled his eyes, "Just go up there. I'll do the rest."

Jack smiled a little, "Thanks, Joe."

Joe shrugged and Jack sprinted up the stairs and into his room. When he opened the door he did not expect Alex to be looking through his clothes. He expected, out of anything, he'd be reading his journals where he wrote crappy lyrics and doodled cartoony drawing of him and Alex making out (yeah he was that obsessed okay) not looking through his clothes. Alex was just throwing what he didn't like of Jack's on the ground in a pile -most of it things Jack never wore anyways -and the rest he'd fold neatly and place back in the drawers. He sighed in relief a little making Alex glance behind him and hold up a striped sweater he hadn't worn since he was sixteen because it had holes in it, "I don't want you to wear this ever again."

"'Lex, that has holes in it. I haven't even worn it in two years." Jack said as he sat down beside the boy in front of his dresser.

Alex frowned at it, "And I remember it, and I hated it then, and I hate it now, and I think I'm the one who cut these holes in it with scissors because its gross."

"I think you are." Jack chuckled -not really caring that that was not true at all and it actually just got holes from where Jack had ripped it out of the closet and it got stuck on something and ripped.

Alex threw it to the side -hitting Jack in the face with it because he was in front of the pile Alex had made -making Jack roll his eyes and look down at the clothing. He saw one of his old leather jackets in the pile -one he actually kind of liked. It was comfy. It had something on the back, though, a symbol of something and Alex hated that. He remembered how much Alex had complained every time he turned around and Alex would ignore him for the rest of the day. He stopped wearing it after that.

"What the fuck is this?" Alex asked. Jack looked over to see a bright pink sweater in Alex's hands making him blush and look away as he shrugged. Alex ran his hands through it -holding it up a little while turning to look at Jack, "It's a pink sweater. Why have you not worn this?"

"Because I got it from May as a joke. I'm not wearing that thing." He said. Alex rolled his eyes and stood up in front of Jack who looked up -expecting Alex to actually put it on himself or something but instead Alex just stared down at him. "What?" He asked making Alex roll his eyes again and groan as he said, "Hands up."

Jack sighed -knowing there was no way out of it now -and put his arms up. Alex hummed and grabbed his shirt to pull it off and throw it down before stuffing Jack's head through the tight pink sweater and down. Jack fed his hands through the sleeves and pouted as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Alex nodded -rubbing his chin as he said, "Stand up and turn in a circle."

"Ugh." Jack groaned but made no protest to not do exactly what Alex wanted from him as he stood and turned in a circle slowly.

"Mm, pink is goon on you that is for certain, "He nodded as he continued to rub his chin and watch Jack turn in a circle -licking his lips when Jack was turned around completely and he could see his butt oh-so perfectly, "Keep turning. Keep turning. Keep turning. Now, stop. Stay exactly like that." He said -Jack's back to him.

"I'm dizzy." Jack whined as he reached up and touched his head -blinking to refocus his vision.

Alex didn't respond so Jack turned to look at him when Alex's hand reached out and patted his ass. Jack yelped and jumped away -turning so he was pressed against his dresser making Alex smirk. He gulped as he stuttered, "W-what the fuck is wr-wrong with you?!"

"What?" Alex asked innocently, "It's kind of like a compliment. Don't worry about it, babe." He winked as he stepped closer -Jack having no where to run from him. He went to place his hands on Jack's hips only to have Jack swat him away and say, "Fuck you, that's no compliment. Its not a compliment to be touched like a whore at a bar, asshole."

Alex sighed and gently and warily cupped Jack's cheek -Jack's eyes growing wide and his hands shaking as he did. Alex could see his lips trembling as he gulped and licked them hastily. Alex titled his head slightly in question as he asked, "Why'd you move away from me the other night if you like me so much?"

He could tell Jack liked him. In moments like these. Jack's legs were shaking against Alex's from where they stood so close -his whole body seemed to be. He squinted -as if it'd help him understand why he was so nervous. He ran his thumb over Jack's cheek slowly -watching as Jack gulped down air and stuttered, "W-wh-when?"

"When I kissed you." Alex answered. He was kind of happy Jack didn't deny that he liked him. Alex hadn't realized it until now, but it was kind of obvious. He pushed their hips together hesitantly -still wary about friction to his crotch because it still kind of hurt -and locked them making Jack blush furiously as if he wasn't already. He looked down at their hipbones pretty much scraping against each other -feeling Alex's free hand carefully rest on his side and stroke it as he waited for the answer to his question.

Jack sighed shakily as his eyes flitted up to Alex's, "I-I'm ju-just not u-use to kiss-kissing anyo-one..." I've never kissed anyone before.

"Why not?" Alex asked only getting a slight shrug in return. Alex smirked cheekily -the hand on Jack's side moving to be placed on the small of Jack's back as Jack stood awkwardly and did nothing. Jack's breathing was shallow now -hitching at every move Alex's made. They held eye contact until Alex's eyes flickered to Jack's lips, "Well, do you want to get used to it?"

"Wh-what?" Jack asked -gasping for air in surprise as Alex pushed their chest together and let his other hand that was on Jack's cheek move to the base of Jack's neck.

He rolled his eyes as he said, "Do you want to kiss me, ya' turd."

Jack only frowned -a blush that had only slightly vanished now returning in bright red, "Not after you just called me a turd." He said stubbornly.

Alex chuckled -watching as Jack finally seemed to relax a little. His breathing was no longer labored and his muscles were only slightly tense now -seeming to melt more every second Alex left his hands on his body. "What would you like me to call you?" He asked, "Cupcake?" He looked down at Jack's sweater.

Jack's eyes followed his before frowning and firmly saying, "No."

"Then what?" Alex asked as he leant forward and gently pressed his lips against Jack's jawline.

Jack didn't want to admit it, but he was quick to be turned on, and he was still not allowed to jerk off, so he shoved Alex off him by his shoulders and turned around to hide what little of a bulge in his pants he was already getting -squeezing his eyes shut as he took a deep breath and said, "N-nothing. I-I don't w-want to be called an-anything. I h-hate it."

Alex -a little disappointed but not quite discouraged -sighed at Jack's pushing away and said, "I'm kind of fond of cupcake myself."

Jack blushed as he pulled the sweater off and threw it on the ground -moving and avoiding Alex to grab a new shirt while saying, "Because you forced me to dress like a pastry for your own kind of sick kink."

Alex bit his lip as he reached out towards Jack. Jack stopped where he was putting all his things away to look at Alex who said, "Technically a cupcake is a cake, not a pastry."

"Whatever." Jack huffed, "Don't call me anything. I don't like it."

Alex rolled his eyes as he turned Jack around and leant up to kiss his cheek, "Okay, cupcake."

Notes

This counts as pretty fixed and jalex right?

Hopefully it wont be ruined or anything...

We wouldn't want that to happen....

mwahahaha.

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