Kiss and Sell

Jack regretted ever opening his mouth about never kissing anyone.Alex had been following him around all day -something he has never done -like one of those clingy boyfriends, and though Jack sure did like the attention, he could not stand the constant questioning.

"Have you even been kissed ever?" Was the absolute worst he's ever heard and by far the most annoying. He'd scoff and say, "Of fucking course I've been kissed before." which was true but Alex would give him a look as if he was lying which had Jack groaning and turning away from him. Alex, of course, would take this as embarrassment as if Jack really hadn't been kissed before and began questioning again if he had ever been kissed which led to an argument in the middle of their History class and both being sent outside to sit in the hall like children.

Alex surely acted like one because he leant against Jack -poking his cheek as he looked up at him and asked, "So, seriously, have you been kissed?" Which drove Jack to dead-legging the poor boy about three times as hard as he could. Alex grinned through the pain -gritted his teeth as he looked up at Jack who blushed and adverted his eyes.

Jack knew he had anger issues. Hell, the boy had even gone to therapy for it for a long time after his mother had just insisted he needed help to somehow manage it, but everything they told Jack to do just made him madder -like he was pouring itching powder all over his body and never being able to completely scratch it. A lot of the time he was put on medication for bi-polar disorder, but usually Jack would spit the drugs out when his mother wasn't looking. He didn't think he was crazy. Not that bi-polar disorder was for crazy people, but Jack surely thought it was. Really, he didn't think he needed medicine -period.

Of course, Alex didn't know anything about his anger issues except for he had some pretty bad ones. Which is exactly why the blond pretty much got off to pissing the younger off to no end. To be honest, Alex didn't see anything any hotter than a fuming Jack Barakat. He'd get him so mad he'd do things like punching him which Alex would never even flinch from. He accepted the punch or the slap or the kick almost as if he was hoping for it, and despite how weird it was Jack didn't bother to quit when he got mad. He wasn't abusive -only have left one bruise when he blacked out for a moment and had punched Alex in the face and kicked him in the ribs in the boys bathroom -and actually stopped hitting Alex for a while then -but it was a pretty bad habit he had for striking the boy in anyway when he was upset with him.

Jack wouldn't admit how bad he felt when it actually hurt the boy. When he had blacked out he had stopped hitting him completely. He didn't know what eased him back into punching him again, but every time he did he immediately felt guilty for doing it. Though, Alex showed no real sign of pain Jack almost instantly rubbed where he had hit Alex's leg -right above his knee -in attempt to sooth it. Alex pretended not to notice.

Jack probably felt guilty about doing it because he usually didn't hold back. When he was angry he was fucking angry.He was scared of hurting Alex though because, well, Alex was already abused as it was. Though, every time Jack brings up the abuse Alex acts as if its only minor, and if Jack brings up anything that would insult Peter in anyway Alex immediately defends his father -changing the usual reference of him as "Peter" into "Dad". The kid was either brainwashed to believe he actually deserved some kind of abuse from his father, or he was incredibly loyal.

Jack really wouldn't have noticed it if it wasn't for the one day Jack and Alex had gym together. They had been changing and Jack, as any boy with a crush might do, turned around to sneak a peak at the beautiful blond. He had noticed a bruise on Alex's back -nearing his shoulder blade -and another on his ribcage. Of course, despite wanting to keep his peeping a secret, Jack spoke up about it. They argued, like always -Alex claiming he fell off his porch while being stupidly drunk, and Jack arguing that porches down have knuckles. Ever since that day Jack had known and if he ever brought the bruises, the abuse, or Peter up Alex would answer truthfully, but Jack rarely did -knowing it made the boy uncomfortable -and Alex was thankful for that.

Though, Jack had stopped rubbing the sore leg, he left his hand there. He didn't realize he had left it there until Alex's fingertips brushed against Jack's. Jack retracted -pulling his hand to his chest and scooting away a little as Alex said, "So, do you wanna go to a party anytime soon?"

"No." Jack grunted.

"If you do, I'll leave you alone about the kiss thing." Alex offered. He really wanted to help Jack get out a little. Alex wasn't even sure Jack had actual friends other than him. He was about to ask when suddenly a girl from their class came outside -poking her head out to look at them and saying, "Mr. Bokan wants to talk to you after class, Alex."

Alex grinned at the girl, "I wish you had gotten in trouble instead of Jack. I'd much rather be sitting out here with you." He winked and the girl rolled her eyes playfully as she closed the door again and left Jack to ponder what was so special about Alex.

Maybe it was because he never got in trouble. Well, not really. Little things like being five minutes late or not turning in his homework on time, but never anything like Jack who probably should have been talking to the teacher after class -not Alex. He looked over at the boy who was watching him calculate everything with his arms crossed over his chest and smug smile on his face. Jack gave him a questioning look and he simply said, "I'm fucking the teacher." as if he could read Jack's thoughts.

"What?!" Jack cried -instantly covering his mouth afterwards and lowering his voice to whisper-cry, "What?!"

Alex nodded a little, "I told you I was seeing an older guy." He chuckled -shrugging a little as if it was just no big deal and not a illegal thing going on between a teacher and student.

"Yeah," Jack whispered, "But not that much older!" He hissed, "What is he like thirty?"

"Thirty-two." Alex corrected.

"Shit, 'Lex!" Jack whispered as he shook his head and Alex chuckled. Well, Jack always knew he never really liked Mr. Bokan. He glanced at Alex who hummed and said, "But he's really,really good,and to be honest having sex on a desk is a lot hotter and, hell, even more comfortable then sex in a bed."

Jack grimaced and shook his head as he played with the hem of his shirt, "Dude, you've been saying you've been seeing an "older guy" since we were fourteen."

Alex wiggled his eyebrows, "Exactly."

"Oh my god." Jack gagged as he pushed the elder away from him, "You're so nasty. Like, who even does that? You do realize that makes him a pedo, right?"

Alex rolled his eyes, "For your information I looked very mature for my age when I was fourteen. I looked sixteen."

Jack stuck his tongue out in disgust, "That's still not any better."

They fell silent again. This was all too much for Jack to take in in one day. He was pretty overwhelmed for not only now just seeing Alex's routines take place, but now also knowing two of Alex's usual fucks, and one of them just so happened to be a teacher. He felt his stomach roll as he said, "No wonder you always stayed after class and would be late to English."

Alex chuckled, "No wonder I always keep a straight A in History, dude."

"Aw man, I cheat off of you a lot." Jack whined as he looked over at Alex who was laughing, "I thought you were really smart!"

This was about the most Jack had ever learned of Alex in quite some time. The boy was intriguing and actually extremely interesting to Jack. When usually he hated to get too close to Alex in fear of him leaving, it felt nice to be a little closer than usual sometimes, but everything good always came to an end. Jack made sure of that as he muttered, "Dude, don't even talk to me today. I can't even look at you anymore. You're fucking disgusting."

Alex blinked at this -reaching up to run his fingers through his bangs to hide the blush of embarrassment that rushed to his cheeks while bowing his head and muttering, "Jeez, Jack, it's just a couple of bad grades. I didn't think you'd take it that harshly."

"I don't even care about the grades. I care about how fucking gross that is, Alex. I mean, you're just letting this guy take advantage of you. He's old enough to know better, and actually you are too, that's why you're disgusting because you're letting this go on for a couple of good fucking grades? I mean, seriously?" Jack spat making Alex seem to curl into himself -knees being drawn to his chest and head ducking until his chin was resting atop them.

He glared at Jack as he barked, "Well, sorry I actuallycare about my future."

"What future? You're a fucking whore.You're not going to do anything but be a whore, Alex. The sooner you figure that out, the less disappointed you'll be." Jack grumbled -clutching his own knees that had already been drawn to his chest long before the conversation started.

That stung. Jack could even feel how bad it stung from his place beside Alex. He knew Alex had been saving up money to go to college -to get away from Baltimore and his parents -and Jack pretty much just squashed all, if any, hope that Alex would ever succeed as anything other than a prostitute. Alex kept silent -gripping his knees and hugging them close as he adverted his eyes and blinked back tears. The bell rang and the two just sat there for a moment to wallow in their painful and awkward atmosphere before Jack jumped up with a cigarette in between his lips and walked away. Alex stayed -watching the boy exit the building through the two glass doors at the end of the hallway -until Beau had called him back into the classroom -completely empty of students.

Alex needed this now. At first, he was thinking of doing what he knew Jack would have wanted him to do -walk away -but now he needed the pleasure. The pleasure that covered up the pain he felt because for some reason Alex actually cared what Jack thought about him. For some reason Alex wanted Jack's approval, and when he was shot down like that, even crushed what little hope he had left in him he'd be anything other than what he was, he couldn't help but want something to fill the sudden hole Jack had created in his chest -the hole that expanded and was a never-ending abyss of dark, emotionless, bitterness -not with sex, not with drugs, not with abuse, and not with alcohol -and Alex was beginning to wonder if anything could ever fill it.

Notes

Wow, I make Jack such a prick sometimes. </3

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