100% Straight

Part 16 (Jackson)

In all honesty, Jackson didn't expect the night he'd been dreaded for weeks to end up like this.

Yesterday, he was walking through the aisles of Target trying to find a gift for his father, (who is impossible to buy for like every man over forty). As he walked through Target, his feet became heavy as if filled with sand.

The cart dragged against the floor, scraping against every uneven tile in its path. The piercing sound was amplified in Jackson's earlobes; a constant pressure making Jackson anxiously tap on his cart. He shouldn't be this nervous to see his father, yet the build up of every conversation from before became too much.

Jackson had felt suffocated by the pressure of that night, and yet now, in a messy apartment of a man in which Jackson had a one night stand with and then ignored, he felt anything but.

Jackson laid on top of Matthew with his knee in between both of his legs. With ferocity, Jackson crushed their faces together, colliding their lips.

Matthew grabbed his head and tugged at his hair. Jackson let out an unmanly sound.

Holding onto Matthew's shirt, Jackson pulled them both up. Matthew gasped when the parted, standing on both his feet with his fingers threaded in Jackson's short hair.

"Wow, you kiss good." Matthew seemed as perplexed as Jackson was with what had just happened.

Jackson was taking in the current situation, his head trying to wrap around the kiss they just shared.

Jackson's logical brain read lines upon lines of consequences to him. It's not worth it, it said, One night could never be worth what will happen to you if you get caught.

However, the thoughts became background noise the second he glanced at Matthew, who was silently staring at him, afraid to do anything else in fear that Jackson would pull away.

Jackson was scared too; scared of what could happen to him, scared of the look in people's eyes once they found out, and, more than anything else, scared of how he would treat Matthew after this at work on the following Monday.

Despite this, another smaller, more hesitant side of him wanted to do it anyway. Nobody will find out, it whispered, and you can keep this part of him to yourself.

Looking around his apartment, Jackson tried to remember the location of something, but he couldn't quite recall where it was.

"Where the fuck is your bedroom again?" He said, at last meeting Matthew's eyes.

"Uhm." Matthew said, confused. For a moment, Jackson wondered if he had completely misread the entire conversation, but Matthew responded soon with, "There."

Matthew pointed towards an open door. Jackson could see that same bed from a month ago; the only thing that looked remotely clean in this house. He could already feel the silk sheets against his cheek, the soft, fluffy, pillow.

Pulling Matthew with him, they walked to the bedroom and Jackson kicked the door open aggressively.

He let go of Matthew and jumped onto the bed with his back against the sheets and his hands behind his head, "Fuck, I've missed this bed."

Matthew laughed and took off his tie, "The bed?"

Jackson waved his arms against the bed as if he was making snow angels with the covers, "Fuck yeah."

Matthew walked towards him and got on the bed with a sharp intake of oxygen. He looked as nervous as Jackson felt as he climbed on.

Putting his hands on either side of Jackson's hips, he questioned, "So this is really happening."

Jackson nodded his head seriously, "It is."

"There's not some prank cameras coming out or something?" Matthew raised an eyebrow.

"What the fuck? Why the fuck would I do that?" Jackson snarled. He was offended.

Matthew sinked lower until he was only a breath away from Jackson, "Answer the question."

"No." Jackson was irritated.

"And you still like Madonna?" Matthew narrowed his eyes.

"Yes. Why are we still on that-" Jackson was interrupted as Matthew crashed their lips together and shut him up.

Jackson broke the kiss and flipped them around. He began working on his tie and shirt while Matthew watched from underneath him.

"So this is really happening." Matthew repeated, awestruck.

Taking off his shirt in one swift motion, Jackson lowered down and held Matthew's face with both hands and said, "Fuck yeah."

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