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Fluff | Get Off

A/N: Just me or do like Andy and Jack have some mad sexual tension these days?

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Trying to get anything productive done is always a nightmare in this house. Now, for instance, as I sit on my laptop, thinking I've finally found a fragment of peace, Jack flops upside down onto the couch next to me, his lanky legs everywhere, getting in the way.

"Yes?" I sass at him, making my irritation clear. I only receive a smirk in return. Huffing, I push at his legs, only barely succeeding in getting them out of the way before Jack is lying fully in my lap. Puppy dog shining green eyes completely block my view of the screen.

"Jack." I warn again.

"Bored." He states unapologetically.

I sigh dramatically, but my fingers, by some other instinct, have already wound their way into his unruly brunette locks.

"Why don't you go play with Brook?" I question, maintaining my tone.

"Wanna be with you," Jack mumbles, and I melt a little. He nuzzles into me, nose skimming across my collar bone, showing a sweeter side of him that doesn't come out when we're all together.

"I don't like this affectionate Jack," I grumble in protest, only resulting in Jack hugging me tighter. He's even more stubborn than me. But I'm hardly putting up a fight.

"Tell me your day hasn't gotten just a little bit better," Jack challenges back, looking up at me teasingly. I roll my eyes at him, still pretending to hate my life. But at the same time I push my laptop away, knowing I'm going to give him the attention anyway, no matter how annoying he's being.

I can't help it. I've always had a big soft spot for my youngest bandmate. His pretty features. His Irish lilt. His tall frame that can either engulf my tiny one fully, or fold up small enough for me to hold- depending on his mood.

Jack, clearly now in a playful mood, smirks victoriously at the laptop on the floor. He wriggles his way onto my lap until he's facing me, intentionally pushing himself right up against me. With him on top of me, our height difference is even more emphasised. He looks down at me expectantly.

"What?" I frown up at him, the expression of a condescending older sibling on my face.

Jack bumps my nose with his nose by way of answer.

"You want attention?" I question, still talking to him like he's a small child. Jack nods. "Fine." I allow.

I pull him down by the neck, placing a few soft pecks on his lips, Jack nuzzling into me with his nose between kisses. He resents my restraint, so on the last peck I let him linger a little longer, moving my lips fractionally against his.

"Better now?" I ask him as a wide smile stretches across the Irish boy's face.

"Much." Says Jack, leaning in again, laying butterfly kisses on my cheek with his long eyelashes.

"Good. Now get off." I admonish, shoving him off my lap. Jack hits the floor with a thud. I love the kid, but God he can be rowdy these days- always either bouncing off the walls or begging for attention. I don't know what's come over the old cool calm Jack I used to know. 

***

"MUM! WHAT YOU DOING IN THERE MUM?!"

My eyes flick open, a deadpan expression on my face as the cacophony of yelling pulls me abruptly from what was a very good dream.

I lie there in angry silence, waiting for the noise to die down. It doesn't.

"ARE YOU IN THERE TOO DAD?!" Comes Jack's loud voice again, followed by an outrageous amount of laughter from Brook and Sonny.