my boy. || weak hero

Chapter 2: Mom I Think I'm Gay

Jack stopped unbuttoning his shirt and picked his phone up. Leaving his shirt half undone, he quickly texted Jimmy and set his phone down again.

Go to sleep.

Just a few blocks down the street from Jack, Jimmy was still slumped over the couch, waiting for a reply.

"Hahh... this bitch." Jimmy grinned, "I'll just call him."

"Hello?" Annoyed, Jack looked into the camera of his phone and set it down against the flower vase on his nightstand. He continued to unbutton his shirt, now with just Jimmy staring.

"Listen *yawn*, I've got the documents from Kingsley and– holy shit turn your camera off!"

"We're both dudes, and besides, we're living together anyway for a few months. Calm your balls."

"Yeah right, I'm not gay! Whatever! Fuck this!" Jimmy blushed profusely and covered his eyes as if he were a little child hiding from a kissing scene.

"What were you going to tell me?"

"Ah shit yeah. So Kingsley's sent me the documents (almost as if he's already prepared them), and we're leaving first thing Thursday. I'll text you the details. *Yawn*"

"You could've just texted me this, you know."

"Yeah, but someone told me to go to sleep instead," Jimmy cracked open his second can of beer while Jack started to lift his undershirt up, "Damn, nice build. If I were a chick, I'd be head over heels for you."

"If only you'd think that way right now as a guy too," Jack mumbled under his breath.

"Hm? Couldn't hear you over the lag, dude," Jimmy's eyes started to close, "Hey. Just stay with me for a while. Got a couple of beers I need to finish before leaving. Can't let this all go to waste!"

"Alright."

...

It was now 1 am on a Tuesday. Jimmy had downed an insane amount of beer since 8 pm while Jack had listened to him go on and on about how he "beat that fucker straight across the jaw", and how he "pulled so many chicks" back in middle school. Outwardly, Jack looked stoic and occasionally flashed a smile. Inwardly, he felt warm and appreciated his best friend's rambling. He wished he were there with Jimmy on his couch, holding him close and running his fingers through his orange hair. Alas, such things could never happen, as Jimmy didn't reciprocate his feelings.

"Hey Jack, I just realized. We need clothes asap because the high school we registered in has no uniforms. Wanna go tomorrow?" Jimmy was half asleep, "we can skip—"

Jimmy fell asleep. If only Jack were there, he would carry him up to a proper bed so he can get good sleep. But just for now, Jack lovingly looked at the sleeping boy through his phone screen. He stared for a bit before ending the call.

"Good night."

a/n: a bit dialogue heavy chapter, but this was nice to write :)