Bedroom Warfare - Rack (boyxboy)

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Rye

"Hm?" Rye hummed to himself as he woke up the next day. He cursed under his breath as he realised where he was; in Jack's arms. He shook Jack awake and pulled away from him, "Jack, wake up."

"Go away," Jack mumbled sleepily, rolling over to face the other way.

Rye rolled his eyes and pulled himself out of bed, creeping out of the room. He didn't know what to do now, he knew he shouldn't have slept in there with Jack, what if one of the others had seen them?

He tiptoed down to the living room where the other three sleeping boys were, relieved that none if them were awake. Grabbing his phone, he checked the time, 8:13.

Hopefully none of them had even known he'd been gone, he looked at them as he sat down where he'd been the night before.

After a while of sitting there and not being able to fall back asleep, he couldn't help but notice that being in Jack's arms was a lot more comfortable than the chair he was sitting in now. But he couldn't be thinking that way, could he? He really needed to stop this with Jack, they both knew that nothing good was going to come of it.

But he also knew that he couldn't bring himself to end things. It's like they were different people when they were alone, and he liked it, he liked the way Jack made him feel, he liked that they had their own little secret despite how much it worried him, and he liked how he could be true to who he was with Jack. Despite the fact that he and Jack disliked each other - or at least that's what Rye told himself - he liked fucking around with the guy.

Andy, Brooklyn and Mikey didn't know anything; they'd only known Rye to have a couple of girlfriends, so he couldn't bring himself to tell them, at least just yet. He didn't want them to think any differently of him, but that's why this wasn't a problem with Jack, he couldn't give a shit what Jack thought of him.

He sighed to himself as he looked around, considering the options of what to do. Breakfast seemed a good idea, but he couldn't be bothered making anything, and he couldn't have gone for a run because he didn't know where Mikey had hidden his keys, so he had to go with the third and final option, he crept back up the stairs and into Mikey's bedroom, locking the door behind him.

"Jack?" he questioned, walking over to Jack's sleeping figure in the bed, "Jack, get up, I'm bored."

This was the last thing he'd have expected of himself, waking Jack up for company - well, for more than just company - but here he was, perched onto the edge of the bed leaning over Jack to shake him softly.

"What?" he mumbled, rolling onto his back and looking up at Rye, "Ryan?"

"It's morning and the guys are asleep," Rye said softly.

"So you figured you'd wake me up instead?"

"Yeah, but I'll make it up to you," he chuckled.

"Yeah?" Jack smirked and pulled Rye over, so that he straddled his waist, and let his fingers run through Rye's hair as he smirked up at him, "how are you gonna make it up to me?"

"You'll see," Rye said softly, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned down to kiss Jack's.

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Jack

"Jack, wake up," he heard Rye mumble. Even though it took everything in him not to grab Rye and cuddle into him again, he grumbled a, "go away," and rolled over. All he wanted to do right now was lay with Rye and cuddle him but he figured that wouldn't work out, so he had to force himself to turn away.

He watched as Rye left the room, he'd not looked back, and Jack hadn't expected him to but it still made him feel... something. He wasn't sure what, but it wasn't a good feeling. He knew he didn't like Rye, but he knew he didn't dislike him so much anymore, and he definitely knew that he'd rather be with him right now than alone.

He hated that he felt like that, hated that Rye made him feel like that, like once he left there was something missing, like he needed him back or he didn't feel right. His feelings towards Rye were confusing him the last few days; it was simple before, he hated Rye, Rye hated him, but now it was complicated and involved a whole lot of other stuff. What was he meant to do? He knew he should end things really, but he couldn't bring himself to do that.

He liked who he was when he was with Rye, he could be himself, he didn't care what Rye though about him no matter how he felt about the guy. He didn't care - or rather, he was glad - that Rye was the only one who knew he was gay (or- whatever he was, he wasn't sure himself). Rye was the only person he'd admitted it to, and he was pretty sure he was the only person who knew about Rye too. 

But soon enough, Jack drifted back off to sleep, and funnily enough, the Beaumont boy was centre of attention in his dreams. That was until Brooklyn found out about the two of them and then there was a big argument, but he was brought out of his dream by Rye's voice.

"Jack?" he heard and stirred a little. "Jack, get up, I'm bored," he heard again and slowly opened his eyes.

"What?" he questioned as he rolled over to find the source of the voice, unsure of what was going on, "Ryan?"

"It's morning and the guys are asleep," Rye said softly.

"So you figured you'd wake me up instead?" he was surprised by the wake up call, he hadn't expected him to come back.

"Yeah, but I'll make it up to you," he chuckled and Jack smirked.

"Yeah?" Jack questioned and pulled Rye over to him, letting him straddle his waist as he ran his fingers through his hair and smirked up at him, "how are you gonna make it up to me?"

"You'll see," Rye said softly, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned down to kiss Jack's.

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Ugh feels, probs some smut next chapter spoiler alert😊😉😏