Warning: brief smut

Your POV

I live with Zack Merrick because he’s my brother. I fuck Jack Barakat because it’s fun. Hi, I’m Y/N. That might not be the best way to introduce myself, but oh well I guess.

Jack and I have been friends with benefits for god knows how long. It basically started like Jack and Zack were out at the Orioles game, and I was here. Zack got invited out, and Jack came back here. We both hit it off instantly. Jack told me that he was kind of lonely and that he hadn’t had sex in a while. I hadn’t either, so of course I suggested we have sex. He agreed right away, and now we just have it. I don’t know what to tell you, that’s all there is to our story.

Zack found out of course when he saw Jack naked in my room. I mean, it’s not weird to see Jack naked, but in my room? That’s suspicious. Zack wasn’t happy with it, but he didn’t forbid us from seeing each other. Which was good, because if he did, then I probably would be head over heels right now.

I’m not denying that Jack is gorgeous. Of course he is, I just don’t have a desire to marry him or have his kids. So why should I bother putting a label on this thing we have? Jack doesn’t like me that way either, this thing is mutual.

Jack and Zack were both leaving for their tour in Europe. I had to stay here. I couldn’t go along on tour like Lisa or sometimes Cass did. They could like go see the guys in at least one city, but I was stuck here back home. Living 10 minutes away from my parents house. Why Zack chose to live here, I don’t know. But I was living with him so I guess I didn’t really have a say.

I didn’t want Jack to go away for that long because that meant no sex for me. Which was unfair because on tour I bet Jack got loads of chicks. Fangirls are throwing themselves at him like crazy all the time. I was stuck in Baltimore with the same people and no one to screw. I make it sound like I’m some sex obsessed whore, but let me tell you. In the right setting, sex is fun. And so far, the only one that makes the setting right is Jack. So I’m here while Jack is there, and I just wanted this last time to be fun.

So I invited him over, only to have him invite me over to his place. When we’re there we can be as loud as we want, thank god. Sometimes I feel bad for Zack, but he has his girlfriend over sometimes, and sometimes they go at it pretty hard. At least I don’t have to feel so weird this time.

When the time came, fuck, was I excited. Jack and I were gonna try some hella rad shit tonight. I mean nothing too kinky, but we could be loud, and that was enough for me. My hand hurts sometimes from me biting it and trying not to scream.

I was at Jack’s house, feeling a little bit slutty, but not caring. My lingerie was under my clothes. Usually I didn’t wear any lingerie, and we just went with whatever I was wearing that day, but this was kind of special. He was leaving, so I wanted it to be memorable. Lingerie makes everything memorable. Even though it was just going to be thrown off in the process.

Jack let me in, admiring me. I took time in getting ready, and I was glad that he was appreciatory. He ushered me to the bedroom, not worrying about buying me dinner first. He never did. We were friends with benefits, of course he didn’t.

When I threw off my shirt and went to kiss him, I felt around his pants. I guess he was already ready. Shit man, I’m fucking ready to do this too. No time for foreplay, I wanted him inside me, and I wanted it now.

In no time we were at it, and he was in me. I was riding him, he was going faster than ever, and I was having a blast to be honest. After what seemed like forever, he rolled off of me, panting more than he had ever before. “Jesus fuck, Y/N, what was that?” he asked me, trying to catch his breath.

“That was one hell of a fuck, that’s what that was.” He grinned over at me and pulled me into a hug. He never really hugged me before, but okay, it was fine, I could live with this. I didn’t really ever fall asleep at his house when I came over here, but this time I did. I really worked hard that session, and I passed out when we stopped talking.

When morning came, Jack was already up and dressed. He was downstairs making breakfast. I rolled out and went down to join him, wearing the clothes I had worn the night before. “Are you making me breakfast?” I asked him, my stomach rumbling to the smell of bacon.

“I already got you some, but me and the guys are leaving real soon, so I can’t stay to eat with you.”

“You’re gonna leave a stranger alone in your house?” I chuckled and took a piece of bacon. Something about it made me really happy. Even if Jack was going to be gone.

“You’re not a stranger, Y/N.” He gobbled down his food, kissed me on the cheek, grabbed his keys and headed for the door. He threw me a set of his house ones. “When you’re done in here lock up!”

I didn’t get a chance to reply, because before I knew it, he was gone. His lips left a lingering tingle on my cheek. I wasn’t sure if that was in our agreement. Him kissing my cheek, making me breakfast. Was this pit in my stomach happiness? I don’t know, but it felt weird.

*a month later*

No no no, this can not be fucking happening to me. Not this, anything but this. This was maybe the third time I’ve puked this morning. I wanted to eat my food in peace. But lately something was happening to me. I was swearing more than usual, I couldn’t keep my food down, I didn’t know what was up.

Not to mention, it’s only been a month, and I already miss Jack. Why the hell did I miss him? I never missed him. I found myself checking on his twitter to see if he’s said anything about me. I constantly think about texting Zack just to see how Jack’s doing. My own goddamn brother and I’m worried about my fuck buddy.

I thought I might have been pregnant. The thought crossed my mind. Honestly, the moment was so heated when I was at Jack’s that I don’t even remember if we used a condom or not. But I was too afraid to check. what if it was wrong and I got my hopes up only to have them be crushed? What if Jack hated me and never spoke to me again? What if Zack hated me and kicked me out of his house?

There was only one thing to do, I had to go see the doctor.

And fuck man, I was right. I was pregnant. It’s no doubt that it’s Jack’s baby. He’s the only one I’ve slept with. Jack is going to hate me. I can’t tell him. Obviously, he’s going to find out, but that can be better of months of embarrassment I’d endure from Alex and Rian constantly teasing me. The thought of abortion crossed my mind, but that was easier said than done.

Let’s be honest. I wanted Jack’s baby. I wanted this cute little devil that was growing in me. I wanted to have little baby showers and pick out a name and go to parks and have it grow older and hate me for the teen years then learn to love me in its twenties. I hate calling it it, but it’s got no gender yet. And what if it didn’t identify as its gender? There were so many things that could happen with this baby, and hell I was getting excited.

The part I dreaded most was telling Jack. I’d have to do it some day, but damn, I didn’t want to do it at all. First I’d have to explain why I didn’t tell him and then I’d have to expain why I wanted him in its life. I wanted Jack to be the father. And not just the baby daddy, I wanted him to fall in love with it and teach it baseball or take it to beauty pageants, whatever the kid wanted to do. I’d fully support anything.

And that time came two months later when their tour was over and I was sporting a baby bump. It wasn’t big enough for me to wear maternity clothes, but it was noticeable. I couldn’t tell anyone yet. I did tell Zack, and after a while of him counciling me, I managed to get him to promise not to tell Jack. He kept true to his word, that’s always what I loved about my big brother.

When they came back, I suggested to Jack that we go out somewhere, but he insisted that I went to his house. I don’t know how I’m supposed to tell him that we can’t be fuck buddies anymore.

So when I arrived at his house, he let me in, and we sat awkwardly on the couch. “Jack, we have to talk,” I said after a while.

“That’s why you’re here now, isn’t it?” He asked, with that damn twinkle in his eye. He made my stomach lurch he was so cute. But I had to think logically here.

“Yeah. Jack, we can’t be fuck buddies anymore.”

His smile fell, but his eyes remained in contact with mine. I just wanted to jump in them they were so brown. Like a chocolate castle. “Why not?”

I took a deep breath. I’m just going to come right out and say it. Here we go. “I’m pregnant with your baby.”

By this time, his eyes had grown wide, and his mouth fell slightly ajar, completely dumbfounded on what to say. “What?”

“When you left for tour you didn’t use a condom and well, here I am, knocked up by you. I’ve just started my second trimester, so abortion isn’t even an option anymore.”

“First of all, I’d never suggest that unless it was something you wanted.” He glanced down at my tummy. “Second of all, why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” I could hear the anger in his voice and I winced.

“I didn’t find out until a month after you left, I promise!”

“But you knew for two more months after that! Shouldn’t I be involved in this since I’m the dad? Shouldn’t I get a say in anything?”

“Yeah, I suppose so.” I mumbled. I knew I fucked up, but I didn’t know that he’d be this angry. He doesn’t even love me.

“Do you know the gender yet?” He spoke softly after a couple of minutes of awkward silence passed.

“Not until the next month or so,” I told him, matching his volume.

“Can I be there for it?”

“You want to be there for it?” I cocked my head. I was genuinely surprised that he wanted to be apart of this baby’s life.

“Yeah of course, it’s my kid right?”

“Right, but I didn’t think that you’d want to be apart of anything.”

“Why not?” It was his turn to be confused now.

“I don’t know, ‘cause I’m just your fuck buddy.”

“Y/N, you should know by now, I guess I’m just going to have to tell you right now, but I’ve always thought of you as someone more than just a friend with benefits. Sure, that’s how it started off, but when I’m away at tour all I can think about is how many more days until I get to see you again.”

“What? Really?”

“Yeah, and this baby, well it just made my life. I finally get to spend my life and create another with someone I genuinely care about.”

“You have feelings for me?” I scooted closer to him, my eyes searching his for any signs of dishonesty, but I found nothing but fatherly joy.

“You bet your little tiny baby bump I have feelings for you.” He leaned in and kissed me and when I kissed back, he smiled into the kiss. He pulled away after a while and chuckled to himself.

“What?” I asked him.

“I was thinking there was something different about you when we came back, but all I could think about was that either you did something to your hair or you were wearing something different. I didn’t notice your bump until you told me.”

I laughed along with him. “I’ll start showing soon, just you wait.” And he pulled me in for a hug. I hugged back, happy that of all guys, I got this one to be the father. Thank God.

Notes

AN So I promised a double update and here it is! I really hope you guys like this one, it was pretty fun to write. Thanks for all the support, I love each and every one of you. The conversation is between you and Jack (again teehee) and that’s about it. Enjoy my lovelies xx