Kiss and Sell

Alex already knew he was a happy drunk -those really annoying giddy ones that giggled for hours for no reason and laughed at even the worst jokes. That's why he drank so much. He liked feeling happy and to smile and laugh. He didn't get emotional or even really have one of those "party animal" kind of personality -he just laughed and said really nice things. That's probably why he got laid so much when he was drunk. But right now -with this drug -he was euphoric. He had squealed at the text from Jack despite already seeing and reading it a little less than five minutes ago. He read it over and over and couldn't help but smile hugely at it. Despite being so mad at Jack today -he was happy that he had text him first.

The second thing he felt that he noticed was he was horny. Like that kind of horny that even the slightest sexual reference could have him literally getting hard in a second. In fact, he was sure that if he kept thinking about how horny he was he was just going to get hard anyways. He wouldn't even need to think about sex or having sex. It'd just happen.

He suddenly wasn't as tired as he had been ten, fifteen minutes ago, nor was he even hungry and was tempted to go for a walk or even a jog. He almost got up and did it, but his phone buzzed again -reminding him he had a text he hadn't replied to or actually opened -and quickly opened it.

He told himself he probably shouldn't talk to Jack. He was high off meth, he was drunk, and the two together had increased all of his emotions including his already over the top horniness that he had a hard time controlling sober, but when he looked down at the picture of Jack he had set as his contact -one he may or may not have stolen from Jack's Facebook of Jack completely shirtless (so hot, ugh) -he told himself he'd be okay. He told himself that Jack would stop him if he said anything and he'd stop himself and besides Jack had been through it all before with Alex who shamelessly flirted with the boy pretty much night and day.

So, he text out a quick reply -a ten minute late reply. Alex hadn't realized he had used up so much time thinking. Everything seemed slower to him, sort of, but it was all going faster than he assumed. He had mostly wasted the time staring at the wall.

He tried to focus because it had been another five minutes and he hasn't even sent the text yet. He looked down at it and reread it before typing a little and ending up erasing it and just tying out, Hey babe.

And, yeah, that was a little bold even for Alex. He knew Jack hated, absolutely hated, being called things like babe or baby,but Alex was shitfaced now and he really didn't care. He was going to say whatever he wanted and if Jack got pissed then, oh well. Jack was already a complete douche to him this morning, and didn't even deserve Alex acknowledging him at all. If Jack got mad over it Alex would tell him to blow it out his ass because he just didn't care anymore.

But Jack didn't get mad. In fact, he texted him back almost instantly saying, Can we talk?
Alex once again felt a bubble of happiness floating to the top of his chest. He bit back his grin -it coming out anyways and him letting it because who cares -and nodded frantically as he texted back,Of coqrse bbby jurt cakl me.

Which had Jack texting back, What?

Alex had to roll his eyes and was about to call Jack himself since the guy was obviously an idiot but Jack's contact filled his phone making him smile and answer it -exclaiming a loud, earsplitting, "Hey, Jay!"

"Uh, hey... 'Lex." Jack answered -completely surprised the blond was so happy to hear from him. Maybe he didn't take the whole argument as harshly as Jack had originally thought. Jack was about to say something -make an excuse of how he didn't really want to talk he just wanted to ask for homework or advice or something dumb because Alex seemed okay with him and that's all he cared about and he only called because he wanted to actually try and make things better, maybe even apologize, when Alex was slurring, "How's it goin'?! I've been waitin' all day fo-for you to talkta me!" And suddenly began giggling and taking deep breaths as he tried to calm himself down and talk through the laughter, "I missed ya', Jacky boy!"

Jack could tell then he was drunk. Really drunk. He almost wanted to scold the boy for it -remind him he wasn't old enough to drink and shouldn't be getting plastered. He frowned a little and asked, "Where are you?"

"'M home! Home... Alone." Alex wiggled his eyebrows a little, "Wanna come over?"

Jack shook his head -feeling a little relieved Alex was at least home and not out roaming the streets drunk. He also felt a little bad. He hadn't known Alex was a drinker. He wondered if he did it often. He also wondered if maybe something he said to him triggered him to drink.

"No, how much did you drink?" He asked -simply curious on how much the boy could handle. He hoped it wasn't a lot to make him drunk -at least then he'd know, or at least hope, that he didn't do it often if he got drunk on a small amount because he figured the more Alex drank the more he'd be able to handle before getting as drunk as he obviously was.

"Ya' sure? I have a comfy bed n its all for y-you!" He said -dragging out the 'you' before saying, "Jus' come over."

Jack rolled his eyes and said, "No, Alex. I only wanted to talk, but because you're drunk I'm hanging up."

Alex whined and Jack almost hung up, but Alex was saying, "Jack, please? I jus' want to see you." He mumbled the last part -blushing a little in his bed although Jack couldn't see him.

Jack sighed, "How about I stay on the phone with you for a little while longer?"

Alex grinned as he nodded, "Yes, please. I missed ya' Jack. I really did."

"Oh really?" Jack asked. He wasn't that interested in what Alex was saying. He figured Alex was a talkative, emotional drunk and didn't even bother to really pay attention to what Alex was actually saying. Yeah, he told him he had missed him and knew that, but how much could he really trust drunk Alex? He probably said that to everyone. He placed a hand behind his head as he listened to Alex snort and say, "Yeah, you are my best friend, Jack." as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. It was kind of sad that it wasn't. Alex never told him he missed him or even called him his best friend so Jack felt pretty good that Alex referred to him as his "best friend" even when he was drunk.

"I was sure you hated me."

"I do when you're meanta me, but I guess I can forgive ya' since you're sooo cute." Alex shrugged -giggling a little at the end.

Jack actually felt even more guilty now, if it was possible. Obviously he really hurt the guy's feelings. Alex probably got drunk every time he ever talked to him like that. He knew that sometimes he took it too far, but he didn't know it effected Alex so badly. He never realized how sad Alex really looked until now. He remembered seeing him in the cafeteria -sitting with Evan and Danny -and how he looked so deflated. His shoulders slumped and his smile wasn't as bright as it usually was, like when he was beaming and actually happy. Like how he looked when he looked at Jack.

"If I were you I'd never forgive me. I'd hate me all the time." Jack admitted -internally cursing himself for not just apologizing. But he never apologized to Alex. He didn't know how to. "Hey I'm sorry for telling you the truth." wasn't exactly a fucking apology. So, for the sake of not being a sarcastic asshole like how he was all the time he stayed quiet.

Alex was humming and stopped to say, "I couldn't hate you, Jay-Jay. I need ya'. You're my bestie."

"How? How do you need an asshole like me?" Jack asked -so confused on how this kid could talk so kindly of him. It made no since. He was so horrible to him all the time because he was too selfish. He didn't want Alex to hurt him so he beat him to the punch -always.

Alex rolled over on his side -eyes falling to the side of his empty bed that he wished Jack was laying in and closed his eyes to pretend he was as he mumbled, "You take care of me, Jacky, that's how."

"Really?" Jack asked as if Alex didn't know what he was talking about, "Because far as I know, all I really do is treat you like shit and kick you when you're down."

"Yeah," Alex said with a yawn, "Yeah you do -but -you also make me happy, n care 'bout me, n worry about me, n when you're not bein' an ass you're actually really sweet to me." Alex admitted -blushing like crazy because he remembered how Jack had teased him about liking the "sweet innocent guys" now and only seeming to further his accusation of actually liking the nice guys by mentioning what he liked about Jack when he was nice and sweet when all Alex has ever said since they've met was how he liked the bad boys. He covered his eyes with his arm and mumbled, "N other things..."

He could hear Jack sigh, "Sometimes I think its a bad thing."

"What is?" Alex asked.

"Caring so much."

"Why? Am I not good 'nough?" Alex huffed as he pouted a little.

"No, that's not why. Its just... Sometimes I think you'll just end up leaving whenever you want because you don't really care about me." And, wow, that was the first time Jack had ever said so much about his feelings. He was blushing now because he felt like an idiot for saying all these things Alex probably wouldn't even remember and almost hung up on Alex again.

"Jay! I care 'bout you!" Alex cried, "I... I like... like you." He whispered before closing his eyes and mumbling, "I mean, I like like you."

"Oh." Jack said.

How was he supposed to respond to that? He knew Alex had liked him sexually because the boy flirted with him and liked pretty much everyone like that, but when he said this did he mean he actually liked him as on a personal level and maybe they should date a little or was he saying he liked him as in he wanted a relationship where he'd give up on him after they had sex or it was strictly only sexual? Jack didn't want the latter. He wasn't going to come out and say, "Well, hey, I like you too. In fact, I've been crushing on you since we were at least twelve, so if you so much as dated me for a day I'd probably end up loving you! Not that I don't practically do already!"

It just wasn't something he could tell anyone let alone Alex.

Besides, even if he did Alex would probably laugh, or he would actually date him but cheat on him because even Jack knew Alex didn't want just one person in the relationship. He could remember when one guy had asked Alex out a long time ago and they didn't even last a week because Alex cheated on him and pissed the guy off so they broke up. Jack knew he'd never agree to date Jack simply because Alex swore to himself he never would date anyone that exact day. He hated the break up -the guy had stalked him and even beat him up a couple of times until he moved away. Alex had been terrified -or at least Jack saw it as that. He was scared to date, or so Jack believed because why else would Alex never date? Despite loving sex as much as the kid did, there had to be the fact of being scared of someone getting attached like that again, or maybe it was more.

Jack didn't even want Alex to know he liked him or was crushing on him. He thought it'd not only make them even more awkward then they already were and tense because Alex would have such knowledge about Jack, but it'd also make Jack push Alex away even more if it was possible. So, there was no point in telling Alex the truth if Jack wanted to stay friends or even become sort of close. It's not like he'd change anyways.

Alex frowned, "Yeah...Oh." He said as he turned to lay on his back and muttered, "I'm gonna g-go... I'm sleepy."

That was a lie. Alex was wide awake. He'd probably be for the next twelve hours. He just couldn't talk to Jack anymore. Not only was his emotions scattered like broken glass in his mind -everything intermingling and confusing him to no end -but really Alex had no idea why he even admitted he liked Jack. It was dumb, but maybe he actually did. Jack had denied him though, obviously not feeling the same, and Alex was just too messed up to continue talking to the boy without getting either very horny or insanely angry, so he had to end the call.

Jack was almost relieved Alex was ending the call. He knew he should apologize, but the only words he could feel coming out of his mouth wasI love you.He could taste them on his lips -almost spat them out as he said, "Oh okay... Bye... I.... Uh... Bye, 'Lex."

He felt bad for not telling Alex how he felt. At least telling him he liked him the same way because it was obvious Alex was hurt, but he really didn't know if he was hurt because he was drunk and emotional or hurt because he meant it and Jack wasn't returning his affection.

"Bye." Alex said coldly.

He really needed a drink now.

Notes

Second update of the day! :)