Alex's POV
Jack knew nothing. As I straddled him, he knew nothing. He thought I was wasted, fucked out my head. But I wasn't. I was faking it. If he knew I wasn't drunk, he'd be so creeped out.
Whenever me and Jack get wasted together, we'd always end up making out. No tongues, just kissing. I always came onto him, but I never brought it up in the morning. The look in Jack's eyes as he pulled himself out of his bunk the next morning made me feel guilty. Why would I lead him on like this? What if he liked me back? Don't kid yourself, you twat. Who would love you? Apart from your fans who barely know you, you're nothing.
I flew back to reality and found Jack still beneith me. "I swear to fucking god, Alex! If you pass out ontop of me, I'll shit myself" he joked. Poor Jack. He was so pissed, he didn't know what the fuck was happening. He didn't know that I used being drunk as a way of using him.
Suddenly, I felt Jack's warm hand on the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "You're fucking adorable when you're fucked" he laughed.
Fuck this! I thought. The sexiest fucking lad in the world was beneith me and I wasn't doing fuck about it.
I quickly leaned forward and pushed our lips together. It felt so good. Jack always tasted of beer and chewing gum which was weird because I have never once seen him chewing gun. Jack squirmed beneith me, a moan coming from the bottom of his throat. His hand slowly crept down my back to my back pockets. Oh sweet jesus, I thought, never fucking stop.

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