Can't Help Who I Fall For

“Jack!” I heard my mom call from upstairs. “Your father and I are going to bed, come say goodnight!”

I sighed and carefully removed the sleeping Alex from my lap—a process that was a lot harder than it probably should’ve been. For someone so fit, he weighed a lot more than he looked, or maybe I was just really out of shape. For some reason, that seemed more likely. Once I had finally wiggled out from underneath my boyfriend, I tried to carefully lay him across the couch so he hopefully wouldn’t wake up while I was gone.

Then I made my way up the stairs and towards my parents’ room. Opening the door, I found them both sitting up in bed. My dad was scrolling through his phone while my mom was reading her book. They both looked up when I entered the room.

“You going to bed soon, sweetie?” my mom asked, grinning at me.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Probably. It’s been a long day.”

“I thought this evening went well, though,” she offered, her eyes twinkling in that weird way that I’ve only seen moms do. “I liked getting to know Alex better. He seems like a nice boy, don’t you think, honey?” She gestured to my dad.

He looked up from where he’d been sucked into his phone. “What was that?”

Mom sighed but didn’t say anything about his lack of attention. “I said, wasn’t it nice getting to know Alex better tonight?”

Dad grumbled something under his breath that I couldn’t understand before saying, “Yeah, yeah sure.”

“Well, I think you two go good together,” mom announced, again ignoring my dad’s lack of enthusiasm towards the conversation.

I decided to take a cue from her and also ignore him. “Thanks, mom. That means a lot.” I smiled over at her.

“You obviously mean a lot to him,” she continued. “I could just tell.”

“Well, I feel the same towards him.” I shrugged, feeling a slight blush cover my cheeks.

“I know.” She nodded, smiling again.

It felt weird having my relationship be open to criticism from others. In a way, I guess it already had been, what with the whole Oli thing, but this felt different. I guess it didn’t really matter what he thought, or what our friends thought because they were just our friends and we could make it work despite their opinions. But now that our families were being thrown into the mix, it felt a lot more serious. I wanted my parents to approve of him more than I wanted the same from my friends. In the end, it didn’t really matter if they didn’t, but it would be a lot easier for us if they did.

“I’ll see you guys in the morning,” I prompted, not wanting to leave Alex downstairs for too long.

“Sleep well, baby,” mom responded. “But don’t stay up too late, you need your rest.”

I resisted the urge roll my eyes at her. Sometimes it seems like she thinks I’m still seven. I guess I understand, though, considering I am her only child, but it gets old really quickly most of the time.

“Goodnight, dad,” I said, biting my lip.

“Night, Jack,” he responded absently, still not really paying attention to us.

I sighed quietly to myself before leaving the room. I thought things with my dad were getting better, but somehow it’s only gotten worse throughout the past few days. I don’t really know why; I don’t think I’ve done anything to anger him recently. But lately it’s seemed like he’s just been absently going through the motions. He’d been here, but not really.

When I got back to the living room, all of the weight was lifted off of my shoulders and I forgot about my dad problems. I felt my heart seize when I saw Alex still sleeping on the couch. He was cuddled up with a throw pillow and snoring very lightly. He looked so much more peaceful when he was asleep than I’d seen him lately.

I debated between waking him up and just letting him sleep for a little bit longer. Technically, he was supposed to have left a while ago, so I was a little worried about one of my parents coming downstairs. After dinner we had decided to start a movie in the living room. About halfway through, my parents went upstairs to get ready for bed and such. And we might have said Alex would leave after the movie ended… And that might’ve been more than an hour ago…

I didn’t want to wake him up. Sue me.

I heard him mumble something in sleep that sounded suspiciously like a moan of my name before pressing his hips into the couch cushion. Oh. That is a little bit awkward. I felt my cheeks heat up significantly as he gasped, eyes remaining sealed shut. I knew I had to do something about it, but I didn’t really know how to handle the situation.

So I did what anyone would do—I acted without thinking. I took a deep breath and let my body have control of my brain. I felt my feet travel in the direction of the couch. I gently sat myself down on Alex’s lap and leaned down to attach my lips to his. He didn’t consciously respond right away, but the little movements he was making underneath me went straight to my dick.

I don’t have to wait much longer for him to kiss me back, his tongue immediately claiming my mouth. I ran my fingers through his hair before moving them to his shoulders and then back again. I just couldn’t decide which place I liked better. Alex’s hands were all over my chest; gripping at the material of my shirt. Everything was so intense, it felt like a fire was burning my lips. I could easily just kiss him forever.

We did have to pull back eventually to breathe. His eyes met mine as he let out a breathy chuckle. “If I’m dreaming, please don’t wake me up.”

I smirked and ground my hips into his to tease him. “You were dreaming, pumpkin, but I decided it’d be better in real life.”

His cheeks tinted pink, and wow, did I just make Alex blush? That has to be a first. I pulled on his arms a little bit to get him to move into more of sitting position. It ended up with him leaning on the arm of the couch with me still straddling his lap.

“You’re going to have to be quiet, okay?” I whispered, situating myself in his lap. “My parents are right upstairs.”

He nodded quickly before reattaching his lips to mine. I kissed him back feverishly, not even flinching when his hand moved to my thigh. It was getting hard for me to not make noises as his hips jumped up into mine, so I broke our kiss in favor to bite at his neck. I felt his hand move slowly up my thigh, to the point where I wouldn’t be surprised if he could feel my hard-on pressed against my leg.

“Mm, baby,” he moaned, voice hushed. “What’s this? Is it for me?”

There’s that dirty talk again. The one that made me want to do terrible, terrible things to that boy.

“You want me touch it?” he asked innocently, making me whimper. “Or maybe I should suck it. You like the sound of that?”

Before I could answer, I heard a noise that didn’t come from Alex or myself. I looked up quickly, to see my father standing in the doorway, eyes wide and mouth slack. I jumped up and curled myself into Alex’s chest, completely out of his sight. Maybe if I prayed hard enough, he wouldn’t actually be there, or maybe if we didn’t move, he’d think he was imagining it and go back to bed.

My hopes were dashed when Alex kept talking. “You’re so needy, baby. You gotta tell me what you want first. How does my mouth around your cock sound?”

That’s when my dad decided to make himself known by clearing his throat.

Alex jumped up and pushed me off of him. Yeah, Alex, he totally doesn’t know what was going on. I saw his face turn beet red as my dad walked towards the couch.

“You should go,” he said, his voice deep and intimidating.

Alex took in a shaky breath before nodding, mumbling, “Yessir,” and stumbling off of the couch and towards the door. He only paused for a second to send me an apologetic look before leaving.

After Alex was gone, dad sighed and sat next to me on the couch. I couldn’t help but back up further towards the other side, creating as much distance as possible between us. I was almost upset that Alex ran away so quickly, but my dad was pretty intimidating, so I sort of understood.

Dad sighed. “That was not something I ever needed to experience.”

I whimpered slightly, tears stinging in the back of my eyes. I didn’t know what he was going to do, but I was really scared it was going to go south.

“I know you’re getting to that age where sex is something you’re going to think about,” he kept talking, “but seriously? What if your mother came down? Do you think that boy would ever set foot in this house again if she heard him talking to her only son like that? You can’t be so careless.”

I nodded, still not wanting to say anything. At this point I didn’t know where this conversation was going to go. Was he mad because it happened? Or because he walked in on it?

“Something else,” he added. “Actually, a few more things. I know that right now it probably seems like getting intimate with him is a good idea. He’s obviously nice to you and acts like a good boyfriend, but I want you to make sure you’re good and ready. Don’t let him pressure you into anything. I may not know how sex between two guys works, but I know it’s easy to get attached to your partners. I just don’t want you getting hurt if he changes his mind.”

I swallowed the rising bile in my throat. “It’s not like that,” I mumbled. “Alex wouldn’t do that.”

“You don’t know that,” he responded. “You haven’t been dating for that long. Sometimes people wait to show their true colors.”

I couldn’t help but get a bit irritated at the way he’d been basically bashing Alex. He knew nothing about him or our relationship. This was completely unjustified.

“No,” I insisted. “Alex cares about me. He’s not in it for the sex or whatever you think. He likes me for me, that’s why I love him!”

His eyes shifted away from me and he stayed quiet for a long time before ultimately standing up. “Whatever. Just don’t come crying to me when you get your heart broken again. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Then he was walking towards the front door. I noticed he was wearing jeans and a coat, like he already knew he was going somewhere.

“Where are you going?” I couldn’t help but ask.

He stopped, his back turned to me. “Don’t worry about it. Just go to bed.”

My eyes widened when I realized what he was doing. He was going to cheat on mom again. I felt my stomach churn in the way it had when I first found out.

“You promised,” I whispered, feeling a fresh round of tears well into my eyes.

He looked over his shoulder briefly. “Sometimes promises just can’t be kept.”

Notes

i wanna post more but i really need to sleep bc i almost fell asleep like ten times during work today lmao ok more tomorrow probs