Bedroom Warfare - Rack (boyxboy)

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Andy, Brooklyn and Mikey had arranged to meet up after school with Rye and Jack, and to the boys' surprise, the two were civil with each other.

Though they were only civil when in the company of the others, they decided that was good enough for them. "So what actually happened this morning?" Andy asked them.

"It was a misunderstanding," Jack lied to keep the peace. He knew it wasn't a misunderstanding and he knew exactly why Rye had started on him. It was the same reason Jack kept catching death glares from him.

Rye chuckled, nodding in agreement, "yeah, he thought I'd tripped him up on purpose."

He had. They both knew it.

But they had to be civil, and so Jack had to laugh, "yeah I did. Stupid of me really, wasn't it? I mean, after our little talk in Andy's."

Rye glared at him, his eyes narrowing as Jack's lips curved into a smirk. He better keep his fucking mouth shut, he thought to himself.

"Hm," Rye hummed, nodding with him, but Jack noticed his jaw clench, along with his fists.

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"I'm hungry."

"Me too."

"Me three, anyone up for McDonald's?"
(other restaurants are available)

So the five of them stood in the queue in McDonald's, Jack getting impatient. "I really need to pee, can you order for me?" he asked Mikey behind him. Mikey rolled his eyes and reluctantly agreed and Jack ran off in the direction of the toilets.

Finally Rye was next in line, he ordered quickly, shoving his receipt into his pocket before heading to the bathroom.

"Let them fight it out," Mikey said to Brooklyn when he tapped him on the shoulder. The three of them had noted that Rye and Jack were alone, but the three of them would've never guessed what they were doing in there.

Jack was just drying his hands when Rye walked in, glaring at him, "what the fuck was all that before?"

Jack just smirked and brushed past him, reaching for the handle on the door. He didn't get far, as Rye grabbed his wrist and pushed him against the door rather than through it.

"Do you want them to fucking find out?" Rye asked quietly and through gritted teeth.

"Find out what?" Jack teased, tilting his head. He wasn't sure where this was going to go but he had an idea he'd like it.

Rye's hands were on Jack's shoulders, pinning him to the door. He leaned in and smashed his lips onto Jack's, and feeling him smirk against him, bit his bottom lip roughly.

This earned a soft moan from Jack's lips, his eyes closing as he gave in to the kiss. It was rough, it was hot, it was wrong. This shouldn't be happening again. Both of them knew it needed to stop but neither of them could bring themselves to end it. Maybe it's good to be wrong once in a while? It sure felt fucking good.

Rye's hands soon went from Jack's shoulders down, teasingly, to his pants. He made quick work of the zipper and kissed along Jack's jaw, down to his neck as he slipped a hand into his boxers. Rye's tongue grazing over Jack's collarbone earned a soft moan from the Irish boy. "Rye, we don't-"

Rye cut him off with a glare, making him stay quiet - save for a few moans he couldn't help - as he felt Rye's hand tease his dick, his thumb rubbing over the tip. Jack's head fell back against the door as his nails scratched down Rye's back, making Rye's hand move a little quicker up and down his cock.

Rye watched as Jack squirmed, trying to keep quiet and trying to stay still, his eyes shut tight as his head rested against the door. He watched as Jack bit his bottom lip but still failed to stay silent, letting a few soft moans escape. He watched Jack's hand as it ran through his hair slowly before it moved to Rye's shoulder, and his nails dragged down his chest.

Jack took a sharp breath in as Rye's hand sped up suddenly. His nails dug into his shoulder and his hips bucked into his hand. He couldn't hold back his moans when Rye's lips attached themselves to his neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses down to his collarbone. His nails broke the skin on Rye's back as he felt his tongue against a sensitive spot, and felt the smirk against his collarbone as he sucked a hickie onto the skin before pulling away.

Jack was close. Rye knew it.

"Fuck, Rye~ I'm gonna--" he whispered, making Rye pull him close and kiss him roughly. Jack moaned into him and Rye pulled his hand away, making him whimper at the loss of contact. "No don't- don't stop," he pleaded but Rye just smirked. "Why did you stop?"

"Because," Rye said teasingly, head tilted to one side, though he didn't finish his sentence, instead he pulled Jack away from the door and left.

Is he taking the piss? Jack said to himself, fixing his boxers and his pants. He rolled his eyes as he zipped his jeans up, following Rye out and heading towards the guys' table.

"There you are, I almost had to eat your burger," Brooklyn chuckled as he saw him approach.

"Yeah, and I almost had to punch you," Jack laughed as he sat down, finally starting to eat, though he noticed someone was missing, "where'd Rye go?"

Andy shrugged, "took his food and went out there," he nodded toward the door. "What did you talk about?"

"Honestly, not a lot," Jack admitted, "I'll go talk to him."

The boys wished him good luck as he stood up from his seat. And he headed toward the door, though he knew Rye wouldn't be happy to see him.