Fireworks. [Chapter Twenty-Seven]
Title: Fireworks
Author: Harriet, a.k.a masokisstiic
Rating: R
Pairing: Alex and Jack, if the kids don't believe, make them believe.
POV: Third
Summary: So it's true what they say, if you love someone, you should set them free.
Disclaimer: Totally fictional, soz.
Credit: Title to YouMeAtSix
A/N: Just something adorable, baha. I hope it's okay.
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“Jack...? Is that you?”
The small-framed boy was pulled into a tight hug by the older woman as he stood in their porch, “It’s so lovely to see you again, darling.”
Jack couldn’t help but to smile broadly, the last time he stepped foot in this house was when Alex decided they were through, damn, it felt so good to be back.
Last week had been spent at his, with Alex visiting nearly every day, but today was different. Jack was going to surprise his boy.
“I missed you! How silly of me!” Isobel laughed, letting go of the younger boy.
“I missed you, too!” Jack replied cheerily, “I’m sorry for my disappearing act, but everything’s okay now.”
Alex’s mother nodded understandingly, “That’s quite alright, I’m just glad that you’re back.” And she sighed, “I’ve never seen Alex look so hurt since you left...” She admitted, causing Jack to shift his weight a little uncomfortably on the spot. “However, for the past couple of days, I’ve never seen such a bright smile on his face. That boy could light up the town.” She chuckled, Jack giggling shyly.
“I’m here for good now, though. That’s if you don’t mind me being here?”
“Oh, nonsense! It’s lovely having two boys in the house again.” And her smile was sad, but her eyes twinkled. “Let me put the kettle on, I’ll make us all a nice cup of tea, how does that sound?”
“Absolutely perfect.” Jack answered, reaching out to hug the woman once more, before heading for the stairs.
He guessed Alex was in his room, I mean, it wasn’t because the blaring sound of New Found Glory was a big enough give away.
Jack had been a little worried though, if he were to be honest. This morning when he sent Alex a text to say he’d come home from Oli’s, the boy didn’t respond. He assumed he didn’t have credit, but he could have sworn the male was on a contract of unlimited texts.
Had he done something wrong?
At least as he pushed opened Alex’s graffiti covered door, he was about to find out.
“Surprise.”
That was the best Jack could do as he padded towards the boy who was lying with his laptop on his chest, head against his pillow, and- wait, was he asleep?
The American teenager rolled his eyes, typical Alex.
Clambering onto the mattress, Jack squeezed himself into the small gap between Alex’s body and the wall. With his arms tucked into his chest, Jack buried his face into the sleeping boy’s shoulder; his mouth slightly open as he began to graze his teeth against the strap of Alex’s black ribbed tank top. “I think I need to give him fashion advice. Sweatpants and tank tops are not stylish.”
Slowly, Jack brushed his mouth against the bare skin of Alex’s shoulder, before gently sucking and nibbling at the flesh.
Alex stirred as he felt something against his skin. His eyes fluttered open, a tired groan escaping his lips. He was quite enjoying his afternoon nap; he hadn’t slept like that since he was in nursery at lower school.
Turning to see who the fuck had woke him, he frowned to see Jack’s dark hair hiding the boy’s face.
“Oh, it’s you.” He muttered, some what coldly.
Jack lifted his head, confused if anything. “Have you woke up on the wrong side of the bed or...?”
Alex pushed the boy away from his shoulder, before turning off his music, closing his laptop and placing it onto the floor. His stomach was beginning to burn from the object overheating. “I’m perfectly fine.” He snapped, though showing that it was far from the truth.
“You can’t lie to me, Alex.” Jack sighed, “You’ve been acting weird all day, from what I know. I mean, you never replied to any of the texts I sent earlier.”
Alex shifted awkwardly, his eyes drifting to his lap, “Phone’s out of battery.” He mumbled, though he was still lying.
“Yeah, of course.” Jack replied, sarcasm licking his last word.
His expression softened though, as well as the tone of his voice, “Alex, I thought we were alright?”
The older teenager nodded, “We are.”
“Then explain to me what’s got you so touchy?”
Alex huffed, he hated that Jack could still get through to him.
“I don’t like knowing that last night you were in the same bed as... as him.” Alex whimpered, eyes locking with Jack’s, “I-I know he’s your boyfriend still, and I shouldn’t be so upset about it, but I am. I’m such an idiot.” He finally blurted. “I know I said that I understand the situation, but you don’t know how hurtful it feels to realise that the boy that you’re crazy for has somebody else’s arms around them, somebody else’s lips touching them... It should just be me, Jack. Last night, I was scared that maybe you’d- you’d go further with him, a-and it’s ridiculous, I know, but I’m just paranoid. I guess I’m also kinda angry that I haven’t got you all to myself, yet.” The boy sighed, allowing Jack to lace their fingers together. “I’m sorry for not replying to your texts, and snapping at you a moment ago, I’m just pulling a moody because I haven’t got my way.”
Jack began to laugh at Alex’s behaviour; he couldn’t help but to find the jealousy surprisingly adorable. However, he thought he’d keep that comment to himself. “Oh, darling,” Jack cooed, “You have got your way.”
Alex was puzzled by Jack’s words; he raised an eyebrow as he leant back into his pillow. “What do you mean? No I don’t, you’re with Oli, aren’t you...?”
Obviously the male wasn’t as smart as Jack first thought, he wasn’t even able to put two and two together.
“Well, yesterday, yes. This morning? No.”
“H-hold on...” Alex stuttered in a little shock, “So you and him, you’re...”
“Over? Yep.” Jack finished, a smirk painted across his face.
“But how...?” The boy asked curiously. He just didn’t get it.
“The idiot woke me up in the morning, like, shaking me and stuff. And I kind of snapped.” Jack began, “Though, instead of saying ‘What the fuck, Oli?’ I said something along the lines of, ‘What the fuck, Alex?’”
Alex covered his mouth with both hands, “Oh dear Lord...” He said, voice muffled behind his palms. “That was probably the most stupid thing you could have done, ever.” He began to laugh.
Jack nodded, “You think? Fuck, I blame you, anyway.’
“How’s it my fault?” Alex whinged, “I haven’t done anything!”
Jack fumbled in his pocket and quickly flicked through his inbox of his mobile, finding the message he had read before he fell asleep last night.
“Because of your way with words, I fell asleep, and I had a dream about you, which meant that you were on my mind when I woke up, causing me to slip up!”
Alex batted Jack’s phone from his hand, the item falling onto his bed and bouncing on a cushion. “Oh shut it, Barakat.” He teased, flinching as Jack backhanded his stomach. He deserved that one. “Ow...” He whined, “But anyway, I thought he was a mental case, why didn’t he like, well... go mental?”
Jack shrugged, “I dunno, I mean, at first he got angry. I thought he was gonna punch me for sure, but then I just managed to like explain myself I suppose.”
“Well, what did you say?” Alex asked nosily.
“Everything that happened in the last few months, I guess.”
Alex froze, “W-wait, does he know about D-Daniel...?”
Jack shook his head firmly, a little hurt that Alex would even begin to think he’d share something like that with another without the boy’s permission first. “No, no! Of course not, Alex. I wouldn’t ever do that, and you should know that.”
Alex nodded, settling down against Jack’s chest, the boy’s fingers twisting in his hair in a comforting manner. “I-I know...”
“I told him about how we met, about Josh, about the uh...” Jack cleared his throat uncomfortably, “Bathroom incident.” He managed to quietly add, “And then about how I thought I liked him, but I was just lying to myself because I didn’t want to admit that I still wasn’t over you.”
Alex knew he shouldn’t smile, but it felt good, amazing actually, to know how Jack had felt.
“Then, obviously, I told him how you came back to me, and how I basically fell for you all over again.” Jack smiled.
“And after all of that, he didn’t go ape shit?” Alex asked, breathing in Jack’s familiar scent from his t-shirt.
“No, the opposite, actually.”
“Oh?”
“He said that he could tell how much I cared about you, how much I lo-“ Jack caught himself before finishing his sentence. He nearly said the word ‘love’, fuck, that was a close one. “Uh, how much I liked you. He was jealous, if anything.”
Alex grinned, oblivious to the younger boy’s casual slip up, “I think anybody would be jealous of what we have, you know, Jack.”
“How so?”
“I doubt many people could go through as much as we’ve been through...”
Jack nodded in agreement, “True, true,” He murmured, “And I doubt many people can simply look into one another’s eyes and say that yeah, this is where I want to be, and who I want to be with, for as long as possible.”
As he spoke, his eyes found Alex’s, “It’s finally just me and you now, Alex. No more complications. This is how I want it to stay, forever, if that’s possible.” He sighed.
The English boy nuzzled his nose against Jack’s, before their mouths settled against each other, “Forever’s a long time...” He whispered against the boy’s lips, “But I think we can do it, baby.”
Jack chuckled, his hands slipping to Alex’s waist, fingers curling around his bony hips, “I like the sound of that,” He said quietly, “But just one more thing?”
“What?”
“Call me baby again.”
Alex couldn’t help but to giggle at how adorable the boy in his arms was, “Oh, you like that pet name, do you?” He smirked, “Well, you’re always going to be my baby from now on, okay?”
“Okay.” Jack replied, “And you’re my darling, now, for always.”
“For always.”
To hear those words, that meant everything in the world to Alex. It was exactly what he wanted to hear, because now he knew that he didn’t have to risk losing Jack to somebody else, not anymore. Jack was his, and he belonged to Jack, this was what he should have figured out in the beginning. No more Oli, and no more Josh, for once, things seemed to be falling into place.
- - - -
“How could you even think that I’d sleep with Oli, anyway?” Jack scoffed as Alex slipped an arm over his shoulders.
They were still settled on Alex’s bed, yet in a much more comfortable position, now.
“I dunno, it’s not my fault my mind hates me.” Alex grumbled, his cheek pressed against the top of Jack’s head.
“I doubt I would have been able to get off, not unless I just imagined it was you.”
Alex cringed.
Kissing Jack, he was definitely happy with that, and could do that all day long. Yet, the thought of sex with the boy mortified him.
He guessed it was because this still was something new to him, and though he had accepted his new sexuality, he still hadn’t come to the full terms of it.
It was like he’d actually forgotten sex between two males even existed.
He certainly wasn’t ready to even think or talk about it, how pathetic.
“Jack, really?” He asked, his tone of voice hinting to the boy of how he felt.
“Oh, right, sorry. Too much information.” Jack simply said, brushing away from the subject, something which Alex was pleased with. He doubted he could have a decent conversation with Jack on the topic, he knew for a fact he’d get embarrassed.
“Even when I kissed him though,” Jack continued, “It was always you that I tasted.”
“I have a certain taste?” Alex asked, raising an eyebrow.
Jack nodded, “Mmhmm, it’s like...” And he pondered to think of a way to describe it, “Gah, I don’t even know how to begin to explain.”
“Well, don’t.” Alex laughed, “Just kiss me.”
The American boy didn’t need telling twice.
Their mouths moulded together, Alex’s hand placed on the other male’s cheek, pulling him in closer.
Jack’s fingers toyed with the hem of Alex’s tank top before sliding beneath the material and pressing against his warm back.
Alex shivered from the cold touch, but it only seemed to spur him on.
He gently ran his tongue across Jack’s bottom lip, and in sync, both boys’ mouths parted.
Jack moaned into Alex’s mouth as their tongues fought, and his nails dug deep into the boy’s back.
He clawed his hands down Alex’s spine, his own back arching as they explored.
It was only when there was a knock on Alex’s bedroom door that they finally separated.
Groaning, Alex collapsed back onto his bed, the adrenalin still pumping in his blood distracting himself from the pain of the scratches on his back. Jack played rough, then.
“Alex, Jack, are you alright?”
“Yeah, come in.” Alex called as Jack sat upright, attempting to flatten his messy hair. Though unaware of Alex’s mother’s knowledge of the two, he didn’t want to risk suspicion.
The woman, carrying two mugs of tea, entered the pit of her son’s room, placing the drinks onto Alex’s bedside table. “You’re welcome to stay for dinner if you like, Jack?” She offered.
The American couldn’t have been more eager to say yes.
“W-would it be okay if Jack slept over tonight, too?” Alex asked, a hopeful look in his eye.
Isobel chuckled, “Jack is always welcome to stay over, whenever he pleases.” And she winked at the two boys, leaving them wondering, “Does she know?”
However, brushing the ridiculous thought from their minds, the pair laid back down against the mattress.
“It’s going to be nice to sleep in your arms again, Alex.” Jack murmured into the boy’s chest.
“And then tomorrow, we can spend the day however you want to.”
“You mean it?” The American boy asked, looking up at Alex, pure adoration in his eyes.
“You betcha.”
And Alex leant down to press his lips against Jack’s forehead.
Or should that be his boyfriend’s forehead?
Yeah, he liked the sound of that much better.
Author: Harriet, a.k.a masokisstiic
Rating: R
Pairing: Alex and Jack, if the kids don't believe, make them believe.
POV: Third
Summary: So it's true what they say, if you love someone, you should set them free.
Disclaimer: Totally fictional, soz.
Credit: Title to YouMeAtSix
A/N: Just something adorable, baha. I hope it's okay.
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Masterpost.
“Jack...? Is that you?”
The small-framed boy was pulled into a tight hug by the older woman as he stood in their porch, “It’s so lovely to see you again, darling.”
Jack couldn’t help but to smile broadly, the last time he stepped foot in this house was when Alex decided they were through, damn, it felt so good to be back.
Last week had been spent at his, with Alex visiting nearly every day, but today was different. Jack was going to surprise his boy.
“I missed you! How silly of me!” Isobel laughed, letting go of the younger boy.
“I missed you, too!” Jack replied cheerily, “I’m sorry for my disappearing act, but everything’s okay now.”
Alex’s mother nodded understandingly, “That’s quite alright, I’m just glad that you’re back.” And she sighed, “I’ve never seen Alex look so hurt since you left...” She admitted, causing Jack to shift his weight a little uncomfortably on the spot. “However, for the past couple of days, I’ve never seen such a bright smile on his face. That boy could light up the town.” She chuckled, Jack giggling shyly.
“I’m here for good now, though. That’s if you don’t mind me being here?”
“Oh, nonsense! It’s lovely having two boys in the house again.” And her smile was sad, but her eyes twinkled. “Let me put the kettle on, I’ll make us all a nice cup of tea, how does that sound?”
“Absolutely perfect.” Jack answered, reaching out to hug the woman once more, before heading for the stairs.
He guessed Alex was in his room, I mean, it wasn’t because the blaring sound of New Found Glory was a big enough give away.
Jack had been a little worried though, if he were to be honest. This morning when he sent Alex a text to say he’d come home from Oli’s, the boy didn’t respond. He assumed he didn’t have credit, but he could have sworn the male was on a contract of unlimited texts.
Had he done something wrong?
At least as he pushed opened Alex’s graffiti covered door, he was about to find out.
“Surprise.”
That was the best Jack could do as he padded towards the boy who was lying with his laptop on his chest, head against his pillow, and- wait, was he asleep?
The American teenager rolled his eyes, typical Alex.
Clambering onto the mattress, Jack squeezed himself into the small gap between Alex’s body and the wall. With his arms tucked into his chest, Jack buried his face into the sleeping boy’s shoulder; his mouth slightly open as he began to graze his teeth against the strap of Alex’s black ribbed tank top. “I think I need to give him fashion advice. Sweatpants and tank tops are not stylish.”
Slowly, Jack brushed his mouth against the bare skin of Alex’s shoulder, before gently sucking and nibbling at the flesh.
Alex stirred as he felt something against his skin. His eyes fluttered open, a tired groan escaping his lips. He was quite enjoying his afternoon nap; he hadn’t slept like that since he was in nursery at lower school.
Turning to see who the fuck had woke him, he frowned to see Jack’s dark hair hiding the boy’s face.
“Oh, it’s you.” He muttered, some what coldly.
Jack lifted his head, confused if anything. “Have you woke up on the wrong side of the bed or...?”
Alex pushed the boy away from his shoulder, before turning off his music, closing his laptop and placing it onto the floor. His stomach was beginning to burn from the object overheating. “I’m perfectly fine.” He snapped, though showing that it was far from the truth.
“You can’t lie to me, Alex.” Jack sighed, “You’ve been acting weird all day, from what I know. I mean, you never replied to any of the texts I sent earlier.”
Alex shifted awkwardly, his eyes drifting to his lap, “Phone’s out of battery.” He mumbled, though he was still lying.
“Yeah, of course.” Jack replied, sarcasm licking his last word.
His expression softened though, as well as the tone of his voice, “Alex, I thought we were alright?”
The older teenager nodded, “We are.”
“Then explain to me what’s got you so touchy?”
Alex huffed, he hated that Jack could still get through to him.
“I don’t like knowing that last night you were in the same bed as... as him.” Alex whimpered, eyes locking with Jack’s, “I-I know he’s your boyfriend still, and I shouldn’t be so upset about it, but I am. I’m such an idiot.” He finally blurted. “I know I said that I understand the situation, but you don’t know how hurtful it feels to realise that the boy that you’re crazy for has somebody else’s arms around them, somebody else’s lips touching them... It should just be me, Jack. Last night, I was scared that maybe you’d- you’d go further with him, a-and it’s ridiculous, I know, but I’m just paranoid. I guess I’m also kinda angry that I haven’t got you all to myself, yet.” The boy sighed, allowing Jack to lace their fingers together. “I’m sorry for not replying to your texts, and snapping at you a moment ago, I’m just pulling a moody because I haven’t got my way.”
Jack began to laugh at Alex’s behaviour; he couldn’t help but to find the jealousy surprisingly adorable. However, he thought he’d keep that comment to himself. “Oh, darling,” Jack cooed, “You have got your way.”
Alex was puzzled by Jack’s words; he raised an eyebrow as he leant back into his pillow. “What do you mean? No I don’t, you’re with Oli, aren’t you...?”
Obviously the male wasn’t as smart as Jack first thought, he wasn’t even able to put two and two together.
“Well, yesterday, yes. This morning? No.”
“H-hold on...” Alex stuttered in a little shock, “So you and him, you’re...”
“Over? Yep.” Jack finished, a smirk painted across his face.
“But how...?” The boy asked curiously. He just didn’t get it.
“The idiot woke me up in the morning, like, shaking me and stuff. And I kind of snapped.” Jack began, “Though, instead of saying ‘What the fuck, Oli?’ I said something along the lines of, ‘What the fuck, Alex?’”
Alex covered his mouth with both hands, “Oh dear Lord...” He said, voice muffled behind his palms. “That was probably the most stupid thing you could have done, ever.” He began to laugh.
Jack nodded, “You think? Fuck, I blame you, anyway.’
“How’s it my fault?” Alex whinged, “I haven’t done anything!”
Jack fumbled in his pocket and quickly flicked through his inbox of his mobile, finding the message he had read before he fell asleep last night.
“Because of your way with words, I fell asleep, and I had a dream about you, which meant that you were on my mind when I woke up, causing me to slip up!”
Alex batted Jack’s phone from his hand, the item falling onto his bed and bouncing on a cushion. “Oh shut it, Barakat.” He teased, flinching as Jack backhanded his stomach. He deserved that one. “Ow...” He whined, “But anyway, I thought he was a mental case, why didn’t he like, well... go mental?”
Jack shrugged, “I dunno, I mean, at first he got angry. I thought he was gonna punch me for sure, but then I just managed to like explain myself I suppose.”
“Well, what did you say?” Alex asked nosily.
“Everything that happened in the last few months, I guess.”
Alex froze, “W-wait, does he know about D-Daniel...?”
Jack shook his head firmly, a little hurt that Alex would even begin to think he’d share something like that with another without the boy’s permission first. “No, no! Of course not, Alex. I wouldn’t ever do that, and you should know that.”
Alex nodded, settling down against Jack’s chest, the boy’s fingers twisting in his hair in a comforting manner. “I-I know...”
“I told him about how we met, about Josh, about the uh...” Jack cleared his throat uncomfortably, “Bathroom incident.” He managed to quietly add, “And then about how I thought I liked him, but I was just lying to myself because I didn’t want to admit that I still wasn’t over you.”
Alex knew he shouldn’t smile, but it felt good, amazing actually, to know how Jack had felt.
“Then, obviously, I told him how you came back to me, and how I basically fell for you all over again.” Jack smiled.
“And after all of that, he didn’t go ape shit?” Alex asked, breathing in Jack’s familiar scent from his t-shirt.
“No, the opposite, actually.”
“Oh?”
“He said that he could tell how much I cared about you, how much I lo-“ Jack caught himself before finishing his sentence. He nearly said the word ‘love’, fuck, that was a close one. “Uh, how much I liked you. He was jealous, if anything.”
Alex grinned, oblivious to the younger boy’s casual slip up, “I think anybody would be jealous of what we have, you know, Jack.”
“How so?”
“I doubt many people could go through as much as we’ve been through...”
Jack nodded in agreement, “True, true,” He murmured, “And I doubt many people can simply look into one another’s eyes and say that yeah, this is where I want to be, and who I want to be with, for as long as possible.”
As he spoke, his eyes found Alex’s, “It’s finally just me and you now, Alex. No more complications. This is how I want it to stay, forever, if that’s possible.” He sighed.
The English boy nuzzled his nose against Jack’s, before their mouths settled against each other, “Forever’s a long time...” He whispered against the boy’s lips, “But I think we can do it, baby.”
Jack chuckled, his hands slipping to Alex’s waist, fingers curling around his bony hips, “I like the sound of that,” He said quietly, “But just one more thing?”
“What?”
“Call me baby again.”
Alex couldn’t help but to giggle at how adorable the boy in his arms was, “Oh, you like that pet name, do you?” He smirked, “Well, you’re always going to be my baby from now on, okay?”
“Okay.” Jack replied, “And you’re my darling, now, for always.”
“For always.”
To hear those words, that meant everything in the world to Alex. It was exactly what he wanted to hear, because now he knew that he didn’t have to risk losing Jack to somebody else, not anymore. Jack was his, and he belonged to Jack, this was what he should have figured out in the beginning. No more Oli, and no more Josh, for once, things seemed to be falling into place.
- - - -
“How could you even think that I’d sleep with Oli, anyway?” Jack scoffed as Alex slipped an arm over his shoulders.
They were still settled on Alex’s bed, yet in a much more comfortable position, now.
“I dunno, it’s not my fault my mind hates me.” Alex grumbled, his cheek pressed against the top of Jack’s head.
“I doubt I would have been able to get off, not unless I just imagined it was you.”
Alex cringed.
Kissing Jack, he was definitely happy with that, and could do that all day long. Yet, the thought of sex with the boy mortified him.
He guessed it was because this still was something new to him, and though he had accepted his new sexuality, he still hadn’t come to the full terms of it.
It was like he’d actually forgotten sex between two males even existed.
He certainly wasn’t ready to even think or talk about it, how pathetic.
“Jack, really?” He asked, his tone of voice hinting to the boy of how he felt.
“Oh, right, sorry. Too much information.” Jack simply said, brushing away from the subject, something which Alex was pleased with. He doubted he could have a decent conversation with Jack on the topic, he knew for a fact he’d get embarrassed.
“Even when I kissed him though,” Jack continued, “It was always you that I tasted.”
“I have a certain taste?” Alex asked, raising an eyebrow.
Jack nodded, “Mmhmm, it’s like...” And he pondered to think of a way to describe it, “Gah, I don’t even know how to begin to explain.”
“Well, don’t.” Alex laughed, “Just kiss me.”
The American boy didn’t need telling twice.
Their mouths moulded together, Alex’s hand placed on the other male’s cheek, pulling him in closer.
Jack’s fingers toyed with the hem of Alex’s tank top before sliding beneath the material and pressing against his warm back.
Alex shivered from the cold touch, but it only seemed to spur him on.
He gently ran his tongue across Jack’s bottom lip, and in sync, both boys’ mouths parted.
Jack moaned into Alex’s mouth as their tongues fought, and his nails dug deep into the boy’s back.
He clawed his hands down Alex’s spine, his own back arching as they explored.
It was only when there was a knock on Alex’s bedroom door that they finally separated.
Groaning, Alex collapsed back onto his bed, the adrenalin still pumping in his blood distracting himself from the pain of the scratches on his back. Jack played rough, then.
“Alex, Jack, are you alright?”
“Yeah, come in.” Alex called as Jack sat upright, attempting to flatten his messy hair. Though unaware of Alex’s mother’s knowledge of the two, he didn’t want to risk suspicion.
The woman, carrying two mugs of tea, entered the pit of her son’s room, placing the drinks onto Alex’s bedside table. “You’re welcome to stay for dinner if you like, Jack?” She offered.
The American couldn’t have been more eager to say yes.
“W-would it be okay if Jack slept over tonight, too?” Alex asked, a hopeful look in his eye.
Isobel chuckled, “Jack is always welcome to stay over, whenever he pleases.” And she winked at the two boys, leaving them wondering, “Does she know?”
However, brushing the ridiculous thought from their minds, the pair laid back down against the mattress.
“It’s going to be nice to sleep in your arms again, Alex.” Jack murmured into the boy’s chest.
“And then tomorrow, we can spend the day however you want to.”
“You mean it?” The American boy asked, looking up at Alex, pure adoration in his eyes.
“You betcha.”
And Alex leant down to press his lips against Jack’s forehead.
Or should that be his boyfriend’s forehead?
Yeah, he liked the sound of that much better.