Horseshoes and Hand Grenades

Enough time had flown past during Alex's busy start to the year, that he had not even noticed that it had been a while since he had been to a party. One of Jack's friends from his soccer team was hosting a party on the first evening of spring break, and Jack spent many minutes on the morning of that day trying to coax Alex into joining him.

"I don't want to," Alex decided right away once asked, shutting his locker, "That's boring."

"Parties are not boring," Jack retorted, "You're boring."

"Now I'm definitely not coming," Alex smirked in response, and Jack rolled his eyes with a huff.

"Come on, please? For me?" He asked once more.

"If you want to go so badly, I don't understand why you don't just go alone. It's not like you don't know anybody," Alex voiced, and Jack smiled.

"I know, but by the end of the night, I'm going to want to be with you." He said, and Alex frowned.

"Don't do this to me," he sighed, "You know my parents don't like me going to parties."

"So? Just tell them you're going to my place, then. Nothing will happen." Jack tried to reason, and Alex shook his head.

"Nope. Go by yourself, I don't want to come." At this point, Jack could tell his decision was final, and he pouted.

"Fine, whatever. Can we hang out on Saturday then?" Jack leaned in to kiss Alex on the cheek, backing up to head to his first class as Alex replied.

"Yeah, sure," he grinned, waving at Jack before heading to his own first period.

Later on that evening, much later after it got dark, Alex was lying on his bed. He was on the phone with Marissa, listening to her talk about several things, like how much she liked Zack, and how annoyed she was whenever she saw Sam, when his phone beeped.

"I'm going to put you on hold," Alex told his friend, "I'm getting another call."

"Okay," Marissa hummed, "Is it Jack?"

"Surprisingly," Alex chuckled, "Yes, it is." Picking up the other line, he answered with, "Hey, Jack."

"Hey, 'Lexy," Jack greeted, and Alex laughed.

"Don't call me that," he said, "What's up?"

"I'm walking to your house," Jack answered, "Y'better come on the door for me,"

"Jack, no, it's almost midnight-" Alex tried, but he was interrupted by Jack laughing on the other end.

"Calm down, hon. I'm almost there, I'll see ya," Jack hung up, and Alex was connected back to Marissa.

"Hey, M'riss, I have to go," Alex spoke, "Jack's coming over."

"Now?" Marissa laughed.

"Yeah, he was already on his way when he called. Fuck, my parents are going to be mad if they see him, and I don't want to make him walk home this late." Alex sighed, pulling on a pair of sweatpants over his boxers as he went down stairs to met Jack.

"I'll talk to you tomorrow, then," Marissa smiled, "Good luck."

Alex bid his friend goodbye, before opening his front door. His parents were in bed, and he was wondering how long he would have to keep the door open and risk them hearing any noises from outside, before Jack appeared in his front yard.

"Alex," Jack greeted him again, hopping up the steps and pulling his boyfriend into him. "I missed you. I told you I'd miss you,"

"Jack," Alex mumbled against Jack's chest, feeling slightly uncomfortable with the way the tips of Jack's fingers were hitting the skin on his waist, carelessly lifting his shirt up. Pulling back, he was not given much of a chance for personal space, as Jack followed suite. The taller boy pressed his lips to Alex's, their kiss a lot slower and messier than usual. "Jack," Alex repeated, finally stepping back and taking a look at the dark haired boy, "Wait, are you high?"

"Maybe," Jack laughed, "Depends, am I in trouble?"

"Well, no," Alex started, "But I didn't know you smoked. I just thought you were a little drunk. Since when-"

"Occasionally," Jack shrugged, "It's fun. Are we going to go inside now?"

"Yeah," Alex nodded, guiding Jack inside and closing the door. "We have to be quiet, my parents are asleep. Are you staying over?"

"Am I allowed?" Jack questioned.

"Well, no, but you can," Alex said, and Jack grinned.

"Cool, baby."

"You sound like such a dork," Alex snorted, and Jack pouted.

"Hey, no. Stop. I'm happy," he stuck his tongue out at Alex, before snickering and deciding to just go in for it and lick Alex square in the face.

"You're disgusting," Alex groaned, as Jack giggled, wiping his face with his shirt and asking, "Do you want to go upstairs? We have to be quiet."

"Yeah," Jack nodded, accepting the hand Alex held out for him.

"What do you think you're doing?" Alex asked, and Jack grinned in response, cornering Alex up against the back of his closed door.

"Nothing." Was his answer, but as Jack leant in for a kiss and his hands moved from outside of Alex's sweatpants to inside and over the back of his boxers, Alex had no reason to believe him.

"Okay," Alex mumbled, grimacing as Jack kissed him again, their tongues meeting this time. "Your mouth tastes terrible."

"I'm sorry," Jack said, instead moving his mouth to Alex's neck. "You don't like weed?"

"I've never tried it," Alex answered, his head tipping to the side. A moment later, he said, "Jack?" Jack did not reply. "Jack."

"Huh, yeah?" Jack finally answered, and Alex grinned.

"Are you going to keep grinding on me, or are we going to take care of that?"

"I want to make love to you," Jack said calmly, and Alex laughed. Jack looked a bit offended.

"You're cute," Alex smiled, "But no. Not tonight."

"Why not?" Jack asked, squeezing Alex's ass.

"I don't want you to. I can give you a blow job, if you want." Alex reasoned, and Jack looked up at the ceiling as he thought about it. Alex laughed at him again.

"I think that would be okay," Jack replied, and Alex grinned.

"Cool. Do you want to lay down?" He asked, and Jack shook his head.

"No."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Okay," Alex said, chuckling at the already blissed out, dopey look on Jack's face. The effects of the substance seemed to be starting to wear off, but Alex did find the way Jack was still acting to be quite amusing. He unbuttoned Jack's jeans, sinking down to his knees as he brought them with him. He noticed the way Jack already had his hands winding through his hair, and he decided he liked it. Even while he was stoned, Jack was gentle, feeling his blond locks rather than pulling or tugging on them. His hand was a cradle, ready to guide him, but in no means force him. Alex pulled down his boyfriend's boxers as he thought about this, moving forward to leave a kiss at the base of Jack's cock.

"Hurry up," Jack groaned, and Alex looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Quiet, Jack," he warned, before looking back down. Although this was not the first blow job he had given, he was still a tad bit nervous. Something told him that the rewarding language from Jack was only because he loved Alex, which was not necessarily bad. He did know he was nowhere near perfect at it, though, which was also fine. He knew Jack never should and never would expect more, fortunately. He carefully took Jack into his mouth, closing his lips as far down as he could. He continued to lick and suck as Jack moaned surely too loudly for above. Alex would squeeze his thigh whenever he did so, which would only result in Jack bucking his hips. After the first couple times doing that, Alex realized it was not working out.

"Do you want to just go for it on your own?" Alex asked, breathing deeply as he moved his hands to Jack's hips. "That way maybe you'll shut up?"

"Sure," Jack smiled, "If you're okay with it."

Alex nodded, his lips going back to Jack's dick, and Jack's hands continuing to stay combing through his hair. Jack seemed hesitant at first, which Alex easily noticed. He assumed Jack was scared to force anything on him, even if it was planned, and he was right. Jack started off slowly, figuring Alex was fine as long as he did not hit his throat. Maybe that was something Alex would be fine with, but he did not want to be the one to choke his boyfriend.

"Remember when you used to say 'ew' to this?" Jack mentioned, emitting something close to a snicker as Alex rolled his eyes at him. There was something that was just funny about seeing someone roll their eyes with a dick in their mouth. When Jack was nearing the end, Alex could tell by the way he was now tugging at his hair a bit more as he kept Alex in place. When Jack did come, Alex let him come in his mouth, but immediately got up and left his room to spit it out in the bathroom. Jack gave him a questioning look when he walked back in.

"I'm not swallowing that shit," Alex shrugged, "Sorry." Jack hummed in response, nodding at Alex in a silent exchange, offering him his turn. Alex shook his head. "You look like you need to go to sleep. Come on, bedtime."

Notes

what the fucking fuck i'm not writing at all lately it's actually so weird PLEASE pray for me also lmk what you think hopefully this doesn't die BYE

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