You Make Me Feel...
To put it simply, Alex really fucking hated talking about sex and thinking about sex and people thinking he has sex. Just anything with sex, male of female, grossed him out.
And that’s exactly why he was dreading going to the class the seniors had to go to, all about safe sex and all of that. Some teacher sexually harassed a student, and they thought it was necessary that they educate the students more.
Alex was walking extremely slow to one of the empty classrooms in the basement, being assigned to go there for the whole period. That just pissed him off more because he was missing his English period, his favorite block out of them all!
When Alex started down the stairs, he heard that familiar voice yell his name behind him. He turned and was met with a grinning face, who goes by Jack.
Great, Jack had to go to the sex class the same period as Alex. Of course he was going to make fun of Alex the whole time.
“Hey! Are you going to the sex class thing?” Jack asked, walking down the stairs with Alex. The boy nodded. “Sweet, we’re sitting together. I’ll be able to laugh at how much sex freaks you out.” Jack said, earning himself an elbow to the ribs.
“I just want to get this over with.” Alex mumbled as they came to a stop outside the door.
“After you, freak.” Jack said, opening the door to the smaller boy. He grumbled a little before walking in, and taking a seat in the very back of the room, grabbing a table for two. Jack sat next to him with a shit-eating grin.
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Half way through the class, and Alex was sure we was going to throw up or cry any second now. He wasn’t even getting any sympathy from his best friend! Jack, being Jack, had to ask every question, stupid or not, just to get another answer out of the teacher. Another answer that made Alex get chills and shove his head into his arms.
“Okay, but what if the male like, wants to have sex with another guy?” Jack asked, clearly knowing the answer, but just wanting to see the look of horror on Alex’s face, which of course showed up.
“Jack, shut the fuck up.” Alex said, rubbing his eyes.
“I want to know!” Jack whispered back, not even listening to the teacher explain how a male would “insert his genitalia into another man’s anus.”
“You already know!” Alex said, shooting Jack a dirty look. Jack smirked and turned back to the teacher as she got done explain sex with two guys.
“I have another question.” Jack started, making Alex fidget and shoot Jack an even dirtier look. “So, how would girls have sex?” Jack asked, making Alex whine and let his head fall onto his desk.
“Suck it up, Gaskarth. You’re going to have sex one day soon. You’re a senior, it’s bound to happen soon!” Jack whispered, nudging Alex. Alex shook his head. “Why not?”
“I’d rather not explain right now.” Alex said, turning his head on the desk so he was looking at Jack.
“You owe me later.” Jack said, slouching down in his chair, deciding he was out of questions for the rest of the class. Alex nodded.
“Alexander! Head up, these are all very good questions from Mr. Barakat.” The teacher said from the front, watching Alex sigh and pop his head up.
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A little over 45 minutes later, and Alex was darting out of the door, Jack right behind him.
“That was terrible!” Alex exclaimed, walking up the stairs to get back on the main floor to go to his locker. Jack snorted and shook his head.
“You’re just terrified of the idea of sex, which I don’t even understand, but okay.” Jack said, rolling his eyes. Alex glared at him, the pair reaching Alex’s locker then.
“You’re telling me that sticking your stuff in someone’s stuff is pleasing to you?” Alex asked, spinning the dial a few times before opening his locker.
“Fuck yeah, it is. How could it not be?! Getting off in general is pleasing.” Jack said, shrugging. Alex looked up at him with his eyebrows drawn together. “What?”
“What does ‘getting off’ mean?” Alex said, almost scared to know. To Alex’s surprise, Jack started laughing, probably the hardest he’s ever laughed. Alex groaned and put all of his books in his locker, before shutting it. “I hate you.” Alex mumbled, walking towards the school exit.
“Oh, come on, Alex.” Jack said, running to catch up with the other. “It just, it surprised me you didn’t know what getting off meant. It means you touch your dick or let someone else-“
“Oh my god, please stop.” Alex said, pushing open the doors. Jack laughed a little and shook his head.
“Will you help me with my homework this weekend?” Jack asked, knowing Alex would probably say no.
“No, do it on your own.”
“Oh, please Alex? You know I don’t understand English! Please, please, please?” Jack asked, tugging of Alex’s arm a little. Alex shook his head.
“Nope, do it yourself. I’m sleeping all weekend. Have fun failing.” Alex said , turning in the direction of his car.
“You’re such a little shit, Alex. God dammit.” Jack yelled after the boy. Alex pointed a thumbs up in Jack’s direction before getting in his older car, and starting the journey home.
------Next day.
Alex woke up that Saturday morning to a note, saying his parents had gone to the city (just over two hours away) to get some shopping done. Alex sighed and looked glanced around at the living room. What the fuck was he supposed to do all day on a Saturday, by himself?
Alex turned on the T.V. and sat down, which soon turned to laying down, letting him fall asleep once again.
Half an hour later, and Alex’s phone was buzzing next to his head on the couch. He groaned and sat up, rubbing his eyes before reaching over for it. ‘New text’ was blinking on the screen. Alex yawned while reading the text. Of course it was from Jack, begging for Alex to come over because if he didn’t, he’d “fail english and fail senior year and never graduate” or something. Alex just groaned again and headed for the bathroom.
A quick shower later, and after he had ran a straightener through it, he was slipping on sweatpants and a random colored v-neck. After staring at his pair of boots for a while, he decided to just wear slippers that he only wore around the house and around Jack.
He grabbed the keys to his shitty car and his shitty phone and his shitty wallet. He left the house, making sure to stop by Dunkin Doughnuts and grab a dozen of doughnuts, then driving the quick few minutes to Jack’s house. Once he was there, he balanced the doughnuts in one hand as he got out and shut the door.
Inside, Jack was about to literally cry at how much he was stressing over his homework. He fucking spoke English, he should get this, but he doesn’t and never fully would. So when he heard a knock on the door, he was relieved to have a break, considering he had been working for on this one sheet for over an hour now, and only being confident in one of his answers (he only had four questions answered).
When he opened the door, he thought he might shit his pants because Alex was here, obviously to help him, and he had doughnuts. A perfect breakfast to get him through his homework, with the help of Alex, of course.
“You are a fucking saint, I fucking love you, man.” Jack said, letting Alex in. Alex rolled his eyes at Jack’s use of curse words as he walked over and set the doughnuts down on the coffee table. He picked up the worksheet Jack was attempting, before biting his lip and looking up at Jack. The other just sighed and mumbled, “I know, the answers suck.” He flopped down on the couch with a frown.
“You’re fine. I’ll get you to understand it.” Alex said, rolling his eyes again as he started erasing the answers on the sheet.
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Three hours later, making it around one o’clock, with the help of Alex and the dozen doughnuts, Jack had completed all his English homework, and was completely confident in his answers.
“Fuck, you’re the best.” Jack said as he collected his papers. Alex rolled his eyes again, for probably the hundredth time that afternoon.
“You’re just dumb.” He said with a smile, making Jack shrug. “Can I take a nap here while you finish the rest of your homework?” Alex asked as he stretched and tilted his head back. Jack let out a dramatic sigh before speaking.
“I guess.” He said, pulling out his history work. Alex smiled at him again before disappearing upstairs to crawl into Jack’s bed with the room almost pitch black, both fans going to make it a more chilly atmosphere.
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When Alex woke up, he saw the numbers 6:05 staring back at him and felt a nose tucked into his hair. Alex didn’t have to turn to know that Jack had joined him when he had finished his homework. He did turn on his side though, making Jack frown slightly in his sleep. Alex laughed and hit his face a little, making Jack stir and frown more. Alex did it again, making Jack finally open one eye.
“Stop.” Jack whined, snuggling his face in Alex’s shoulder. Alex rolled his eyes.
“Let me get up. It’s past six.” Alex said, trying to pry Jack’s hands off his arm. Jack just hung on tighter, and shook his head.
“Let’s sleep more.” Jack mumbled. Alex shook his head.
“Your parents are going to be mad you missed dinner.” Alex said, sitting up a little to lean against the headboard of Jack’s bed. Jack groaned at the loss of Alex’s shoulder, so he pressed his face against Alex’s side.
“My parents aren’t here.” He said, barely loud enough for Alex to hear.
“Then let me go order Chinese food.” Alex said, watching as Jack immediately pulled away at that. Alex rolled his eyes as he got up, stretching a little. Then he walked out into the barely lit living room, then into the kitchen. He pulled out the phone book, before locating the closest Chinese take out and ordering both their normal orders. He went right back to Jack’s bed, but left the door open so he could hear the knock at the door when the food got there. Jack was quick to press his face back into Alex’s shoulder, and Alex just ignored him as he turned on the T.V. to a movie.
It was no more than twenty minutes later when someone spoke up.
“You owe me, Gaskarth.” Jack said, resting his chin on Alex’s arm. Alex looked down at him with a confused look.
“I don’t owe you anything.”
“You do. Why don’t you like the idea of sex?” Jack asked, raising his eyebrows. Alex’s face fell, and then he turned back to the movie he was watching. “Oh, come on Alex! I’m your best friend, I deserve to know!” Jack whined, but Alex still ignored him. Jack picked the remote up and turned off the T.V. Alex frowned and reached for a remote, before frowning more when Jack stuck it down the front of his pants.
“Jack, it’s not important.” Alex said, crossing his arms.
“To me, it is! There has to be a reason you have yet to have your first kiss or relationship or-“
“I’m scared, alright? I don’t want to give such a memorable part of my life away with some stupid blonde. I want it to be memorable and nice. And it’s lame, I know.” Alex said, his voice raising a little. Jack had his eyes still trained on Alex’s face, and Alex kind of felt pathetic, and was extremely grateful when he heard a knock on the door. “That’ll be our food. I’ll put it on plates and bring it up.” Alex mumbled before sliding out of bed and out the door.
Once downstairs, Alex grabbed his wallet and payed for their food. Once the delivery guy left, Alex walked into the kitchen, now closer to the stairs.
“You know,” Alex yelled, as he busied himself getting their food on plates, “this is the second meal I’ve payed for in twenty four hours. I think you owe me.”
Alex turned to get into the cabinet where the forks were, but was met with Jack’s face. The taller immediately pushed Alex back gently into the counter.
“You know I’m not leaving soon, right?” Jack mumbled, completely closing any space between them.
“I-I…”
“I’m not, so let me do this one thing for you.” Alex went to question, but Jack was pushing forward, stopping millimeters away from Alex’s lips. The two were frozen, waiting for the other to say go or give a signal or something. “Are you okay with this?” Alex gave a hesitant nod before closing his eyes.
“Come on, Dad! What happened?” Alex’s 14 year old daughter said quickly as she watched from her spot at the kitchen bar. Alex gave a fond smile at her before continuing his story and preparing dinner.
“I freaked.” Alex said simply as he turned the oven's burner on.
“You did not.”
“I did.”
“Dad!” His daughter yelled, dropping her head on the counter. Alex grinned while putting the soup on the stove.
“Jack refused to let me leave though.” That got her attention again. “He forced me to get over my fears, because he wasn’t going to leave. So, we kissed.” Alex said, smiling at the memory. “Everything went up from there. It was always ‘come on, Alex, you need to get over this fear!’”
“And you guys just continued being friends?!” His daughter cried, absolutely loving this story.
“Well, yeah. I mean, I think we both suspected something more was between us, because we were having fun. He was my first everything. And it was just, just fun. We just went with it. Then it turned a little more serious, things like dates and presents and stuff. Then we started actually dating, and look where we are now.” Alex said, smiling down at the soup he was stirring. He turned on another burner, and set the cheese sandwich on a pan.
“How’d he propose?!” His daughter Bridget yelled. Alex flipped the sandwich before continuing.
“It was two years after we graduated. I kid you not, we were on the boardwalk, looking at all these booths with all these pamphlets about how to be aware of the consequences of having sex and what not. It was Jack who dragged me there, and then he dragged me to the very end and we just stood there, talking about things we normally talked about. It wasn’t even romantic stuff, at all. And suddenly, Jack bent down. I thought he was fixing his show or something, but after a minute I glanced over, and there he was, on one knee with a box in hand. He did a small, lame speech, and I said yes, and the rest is history.” Alex finished, taking off the sandwich and putting it on a plate. He put some tomato soup in a bowl, then carried it over to Bridget.
“Honey, I’m home!” Alex heard Jack yell, almost too cliche for even them, but it still made him laugh as he started up the second sandwich for Jack. His husband walked in then, first kissing his daughter on the head while saying, “How’s that grilled cheese?” Then, he walked to Alex and wrapped his arms around his waist. Alex turned in his grip and leaned up to kiss Jack. “And how are you doing?” Jack mumbled, kissing him again.
Alex pulled away with a goofy grin, which made Jack grin and kiss his cheek. “Your dinner is done almost done.” Alex said before flipping the sandwich.
“What about desert?” Jack mumbled and nudged Alex’s side, successfully getting Alex to blush, and their daughter to roll her eyes while eating. “How was work?” Jack asked Alex as he slipped the sandwich off onto a plate. Alex shrugged while putting soup in a bowl.
“School was great, Dad. Thanks for asking.” Alex handed off Jack’s dinner, before going about making more sandwiches.
“That was my next question squirt!” Bridget rolled her eyes as her dad sat down next to her and smiled at her.
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It wasn’t until later when Alex and Jack are alone. It was late at night on that Friday night. Bridget had decided to go to the movies and the stay at a friend’s house. The two were watching a movie, with Alex’s legs stretched across Jack’s lap.
“It’s funny,” Jack started, getting Alex’s attention, “it’s funny that usually, we would jump at the chance to be together. We’d be in the middle of round two by now.” Alex laughed and shook his head.
“We’re getting older, Jacko.” Alex said, but both of them knew they were still extremely young. Jack rolled his eyes, but still set Alex’s legs down and crawled on top of him. “On a serious note though,” Alex said, pulling his face away from Jack’s, “I wanna just say, I told Bridget our whole story today, and I’m glad we worked out.” Alex said quietly, threading his fingers through Jack’s hair.
Jack grinned down at his husband and kissed his forehead. “I’m glad we worked out too. I told you I wasn’t leaving any time soon.” Jack confirmed. He leaned down and connected their lips.
As soon as things started heated,