I Guess This Is Growing Up

Jack's shenanigans/ drunk

(Next day)

I giggled, watching Jack dancing around in front of the TV.

He had a small-ish pillow from my couch, which he was rubbing his nipples with, while aggressively dancing to Blink-182. Might I mention he's also only in his boxers? A light pink pair, I should add.

"Did you hear?" Jack sang loudly "he FUCKED her!" He thrusted onto the pillow, and kept dancing.

I quickly dug around in the side table, there's gotta be a camera somewhere in here....

Flash
Flash
Flash
Flash

Jack stuck a diffrent pose for each photo.

...

He leaned over the coffee table on his hands. "One more shot? Just one."

I laughed, and stood up to get another shot from the kitchen.

Jack sat down at my breakfast bar. "You should have a shot, too."

"Nah... I don't drink..." I shrugged, grabbing a bottle my friend, Matty, left.

"Just one time," Jack slurred. He slowly licked his lip, and let his eyes trail down to my pants.

Not only is he a silly drunk... he's a sexual drunk.

How lovely.

I raised an eyebrow. "Actually, I think you've had enough for one night..."

"Alex, pleeeeeease," he giggled.

"Do you wanna take a shower, and get ready for bed?" Hey, I'm trying, okay?

"Only if we can cuddle."

"W-what?"

"You heard me." He slurred.

"Alright, Jacky. You need to go to bed. You can have my bed, I'll take the couch." I walked over to him, and tried to guide him to my bedroom.

"Oh, are we gonna cuddle?" hw asked excitedly.

Oh, god.

I mean I wouldn't really mind, but he's drunk, and we met like three days ago.

"No, no cuddling today."

"Tomorrow?"

"Please go to bed,"

"I'm not eeeeven tired."

Knock, knock

"Oh, who's that?" Jack asked happily.

Oh fuck.

He's a pink pair of boxers away from being naked, and drunk off his mind, and now there's someone at the door.

"Let me get that. Stay RIGHT here."

"Okay, babe."

Jack just called me 'Babe'.

He's just drunk, it's nothing.

"Hello?" I opened the door slowly.

"Hey, dude!" Matty said happily.

"Hey, Matty. Do you need anything?"

"Needs some DICK!" Jack screamed.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered to Matty.

"I just knew that you're really stressed with your online schooling and whatnot..."

"Are you high?" Jack suddenly asked from behind me.

"Very." Matty smiled.

Fuck my life.

"He's kinda cute." Jack really loudly whispered to me.

FUCK MY LIFE.

Matty winked at Jack, (end me), and pulled out a zip-lock bag with some slightly crushed brownies. "You need pot."

"Damn right, he does!" Jack cheered, highfivig Matty.

"His hair is pretty," Jack whispered to me, once again- WAY too loud.

"I don't need your pot, but thanks dude." I started to close the door slowly.

"Your friend is cute!" Matty called out just as I shut the door.

"He's pretty." Jack said in a dreamy voice.

"Ready to go to bed, now?"

"But you're hot."

He said what now

"Jack."

"Present."

"Let's get you to bed, flirty-pants."

"I'm not wearing pants."

"I'm well aware of that, bud."

"I'm-I'm-" Jack pulled out of my grip on his arm, and clutched his stomach, before running to the bathroom.

Well, shit.

......

"Im sorry, Alllllllly." Jack purred. He had his head on my chest, and his arm wrapped around me. We're on my bed, tangled in blankets.

"It's okay, Jack." I ran my hand through his hair gently.

"You're cute," he mumbled, starting to fall asleep.

"You're drunk," I mumbled, smirking.