Here We Go Again {Jalex}

Chapter 13

Jack's POV:

I couldn't not follow him into his room? What if he layed on his back and puked again and drowned on his own vomit and completely died? I couldn't let that happen. I told myself that I'd just see him to bed, maybe talk for a few minutes, then head straight back to my room like a good boy.

And yes, maybe the minimal amount of alcohol I'd managed to consume had some effect on my decision. But it wasn't like I was going to try anything with him. That wouldn't happen. Not tonight.

As soon as the door shut he started pulling off his shirt which I didn't think much of, then off came his pants. I turned around and refused to look, which he teased me for.

"Oh come on. It's nothing you haven't seen," he pointed out.

My heart flopped, fuck I remembered back when he was all mine. When I was free to look and kiss and lick whatever I wanted. Okay, chill. I pushed those thoughts out of my head. "Shut up," I muttered.

I heard some shuffling behind me and he said, "Alright I'm under the covers. You can look, ya prude." I scoffed. Me? A prude? Please.

I sat on the side of him as he squirmed and sat up in the bed. I didn't think it was right to sit on Vic's bed, then again maybe I shouldn't have been sitting on Alex's either. His chest was still bare, I wasn't going to look. I totally looked, but I didn't think too deeply about it. Sure I didn't.

Alex started humming some tune I'd never heard before. "Jack." He said suddenly, "Do you still write music?"

I pursed my lips, and shrugged. "Not as much as I used to honestly."

He jutted out his bottom lip and cocked his head, "Why not?"

"I just... haven't had time. At my old school I didn't have time for anything else."

"Ahhh. That's lame," he said. "That school totally sucked."

"Yeah no kidding. Anyway, I'll probably pick it back up now that I'm here. I've got a ton more time," I said, smiling at the thought. Shit, the possibility alone was enough to inspire anyone.

Alex's fingers trailed my hand and he grinned, "I'm glad you're here. This is where we belong."

A warmth surged through me, and that's when I noticed the tattoo on his hand. I grabbed it and brought it closer to my face, mouth wide open in shock.

"Holy fuck." I examined the ink, "That is definitely new."

"Oh," he looked down at his hand in mine, "yeah I guess it would be to you."

I raised an eyebrow, letting our hands fall, but they remained together. "What do you mean?"

"I got it like a month after you left."

"Oh you did?" He nodded. I asked, "So what are the initials for?" He gave me a look and it hit me, his brother. He didn't have to say it. I wouldn't make him talk about it again. "I think it's beautiful, Alex."

"Really?" His eyes shone as he looked at me through his eyelashes.

I nodded sincerely. "Really."

He bit his lip and his eyes flickered down from my eyes to my lips. I saw it coming before it happened, and I didn't try to stop him. He leaned in a bit closer, and our noses brushed. Fuck I wanted him to kiss me really bad... Even though I knew it was a bad idea.

His eyes flashed to something behind me and he sighed, before sitting back. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I shouldn't have..."

"You didn't. It's okay." I was flooded with disappointment but it was okay. It really was. I didn't need to break up another one of Alex's relationships. Vic hadn't done anything to deserve that like the first one, the she-devil.

I got to my feet and stumbled a few steps away, "I should probably-"

The door handle turned behind me and for someone who actually hadn't done anything wrong technically, I was feeling pretty fucking anxious. Vic opened the door and immediately set his eyes on me. A frown naturally appeared on his face and I didn't blame him.

"What are you-"

"I got sick at the party," Alex said right away. "Jack was nice enough to see me home."

Vic looked at us both skeptically, "And into bed?"

"He was just leaving," Alex scowled at his boyfriend. "Don't you trust me?"

After a moment of thought, Vic's expression softened and his posture relaxed. "I do trust you."

"Then let Jack go without staring a hole into his head... Please."

Vic threw his hands up in defeat and threw his backpack down on his bed, "Yeah... Yeah."

I stood there awkwardly not saying anything. Fuck, I felt like I'd been caught having sex with him. I got this faint sense of deja vu. We'd been in a situation quite like this over a year ago. Except this time we were not fucking on Alex's water bed for the first time, in fact we were not fucking at all. He didn't even kiss me because he's that good of a guy.

Alex's eyes flicked to the door and I got the hint.

"Uh," I said, "I'll be going now. Sorry, for uh, yeah." I backed toward the door and made a hasty exit. That was almost extremely terrible. I couldn't imagine how bad it would've been if we had kissed and Vic had walked in. I didn't know if Vic was the punching type but I think I'd definitely deserve it if that had happened.

I went back to my room and Zack wasn't back yet. I removed my clothing, nearly in the same way Alex had minutes before, and climbed into my bed. I was still pretty shaken from the whole thing.

My phone buzzed in my jean pockets. I nearly tripped trying to get to it from my bed.

There was a few texts from Zack, which I replied to. He'd just asked where I was. Then there was one from my mom, which I ignored for the moment, and the newest one was from Alex.

"Don't be sorry for anything," I read quietly. "Thanks for saving my ass, J. It really is good to have you back."

I breathed out a puff of air and let the phone rest on my chest as a smile spread across my face. This was either going to end really well, or really fucking bad.