just friends ; jalex

19

jack's spread out over the couch, draped over the cushions like a french girl about to be painted. he's holding a beer high above his head, partly so it won't spill and partly so that alex, who's sitting on the floor right beside him, can't reach it.

from the other corner of the basement— perched on the rocking chair— is rian, laughing his ass off at alex's feeble attempts to reach the beer.

"lex, just stand up," he says through fits of laughter, and alex scowls at him, raising his hand even higher, stretching it till his thin fingers tremble. "you're a fucking idiot."

"tell me about it," jack agrees, "and i have to put up with this every day."

mouth open as if he's truly offended, alex argues, "put up with me? shut up, jack."

grinning victoriously, jack sits up and lifts the can even higher, sticking his tongue out at alex.

"fucker," alex grumbles, and scrambles up the couch to the point where he's practically on top of jack— rian and zack exchange looks— and finally breaks into a giant smile, snatching the beer out of jack's hand. "i win!" he announces to the whole room, beaming like an excited child before he downs nearly half the can. 

(he doesn't notice, but jack is hiding a lovesick smile right behind him.)

it's a saturday night, by the way, and the second sleepover in a row for both alex and jack, this time including zack and rian. wow, alex thinks, they haven't done of these in a while— strange, because he's having a a lot of fucking fun!

"you two are married as hell," rian interjects when alex has finished his beer and crushed the can like a proud fuckboy. 

"oh, lay off, hypocrite," alex shoots back and wiggles beside jack, tucking his feet up on the couch. his hair falls into his face and he brushes it out of the way, brown eyes sparkling brightly. he can feel jack's eyes on him, and he's not quite sure why, but he knows there's a smile on jack's face too. "like you and zack aren't all over each other."

zack, who's currently occupying half the same space that rian is, gives him a deadpan look and doesn't say anything, fixing an imaginary flaw on the sleeve of rian's shirt. boyfriends much?

after a moment, they all re-immerse themselves into their video game— mario kart, of course. what else do four drunk teenage boys play on a saturday night?

not surprisingly, the current standings look like this: zack in first place, rian in second, alex in fourth, and jack in twelfth. 

he tries. somewhat.

"suck my dick, dawson!" alex yells, lurching to the side with his remote as his car passes rian's, entering second place. 

"not my job!" rian shouts back, concentrating on beating the older boy. "ask jack!"

distracted by the comment, alex blushes intensely and drops back into third place. "motherfucker—"

the race ends, and alex is very close to flinging his wii remote across the room, having came in third place. zack is grinning to himself, celebrating being first, and rian has his eyes on the boy, half-smiling and half-grouching at being second.

"i mean," alex says to jack, "at least in the final count, you weren't last..."

jack pouts. "but eleventh barely counts!"

god, alex thinks, he's so cute like that, and he realizes he's very close to grabbing jack's face and kissing him— and he most definitely can't do that right now— in conclusion, fuck. "counts in my heart," he says, and jack makes a face.