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sound the alarms

Jack parks the car in his usual spot in front of Zach's place. He dusts off his clothes, making sure there's no glitter on him. Jack was wearing jeans and a barely buttoned shirt.

He looks at the small bouquet of peonies. Somehow, it reminds him of Zach.

He rings on Zach's doorbell. The brunet opens almost immediately with a cute smile. "Hey." He greets him. Gosh, he's so beautiful.

Jack smiles as well. "Hey, beautiful." He hands him the bouquet.

"Thank you." Zach gracefully takes it. His shirt matched the flowers. "I'll put this in a vase. Would you mind taking the basket to the car?"

"Of course." He inches closer to him. "Where is it?"

"Kitchen, come on in." He steps aside and leads him to the kitchen.

Jack watches attentively as Zach fills a vase with water and puts the bouquet in there. He walks up to him and hugs him from behind.

"I don't think I've ever asked what your favourite flower is." He thinks outloud.

"Peonies." Zach rests a hand over his. "I thought you knew." He looks at him.

Jack presses a kiss onto his shoulder. "I thought they matched you." He starts kissing towards his neck, slowly with each word. "They're pretty. They smell amazing like you. they're your favourite colour." Zach gives him more access.

"Jack..." He sighs as he kisses him right on his weak spot.

"Yeah?" He questions as abuses his neck with more kisses. "Gosh, you smell good." He hums.

"You know how I get when you kiss my neck, and I really like these pants." If he wants to sound like he's hating it, then he's failing miserably.

"You get all shy and mellow." He hums as he continues his ministrations. "I just wanna keep kissing you." He chuckles quietly.

Zach turns to him and wraps his arms around his neck. His face was red, his eyes half-lidded. "Let's see if you like it, then." With that, he pulls him closer and attaches his lips to his neck. He leaves open-mouthed kisses, just like he does.

Jack presses him against the counter as he groans. Zach searches actively for his weak spot, just like he did. Jack's sweet spot happens to be on the junction between his collarbone and his neck. One light bite and Jack presses him a bit more harshly onto the counter. "Fuck." He grunts.

Zach pulls away from him with a victorious grin. Jack immediately crashes their lips together and moves his hands to his hips. The brunet makes his hands go lower, to grab his ass. Oh, Jack wastes no time in grabbing handfuls of it. Gosh, his body is insane.

The brunet parts their kiss. "We should stop before we get distracted."

Jack nods and clears his throat. "Let's uhm, let's get going."

Zach points to the basket, and Jack rushes to pick it up. He pauses. "It's some snacks for two, not a lunch for a whole family. This is really heavy." He sets it back on the counter.

The brunet looks at him sheepishly. "We can donate what we can't eat." He pouts.

Jack presses a kiss on his lips. "What's in here?"

"Uhm, brownies, fruit, cake... uhm, some patties, uhm, spring rolls, and chips." He perks up. "And water and plates for us."

Jack peaks inside. Oh, everything smelled and looked amazing in its respective glass tupperware. It appears that the water and the blanket are what's making it quite heavy.