Bedroom Warfare - Rack (boyxboy)

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Within no time, the covers were off and so we're the boys' boxers - luckily they could get some of Mikey's clothes afterwards - and Rye was once again straddling Jack's hips as they kissed.

Rye kissed down Jack's body slowly, leaving a trail of hickies as he went. Jack moaned softly, his nails scratching down Rye's back.

Rye teased the tip of Jack's dick with his tongue, swirling over the tip as his hand wrapped around it, moving teasingly slowly. Jack moaned softly and ran his hand through Rye's hair, pulling roughly as he felt Rye's mouth around him.

"Fuck, Ryan~" he moaned, making Rye smirk around him as he bobbed his head. His nails dug into Jack's sides as he dragged his nails over his skin.

Jack bit his lip to try and keep quiet as he bucked his hips up a little into Rye. He refused to admit to himself how fucking good Rye made him feel, how good he was at this. "Oh my god~ Ryan..." he breathed out, "i'm gonna-"

Rye just continued, speeding up a little until Jack released down his throat, moaning his name.

Jack sat up as soon as Rye pulled away, he pushed him back onto the bed and kissed him hard. Rye moaned against his lips and scratched down his back, kissing back just as roughly.

Jack kissed down to Rye's neck, leaving deep purple hickies down to his collarbone. He knew Rye would be pissed at him later but he couldn't bring himself to care, he could see he was enjoying it now and that's what mattered. Rye's fingers tangled in Jack's hair as he bit his lip to keep quiet, Jack kissing slowly down his body. Though he teased as he moved down, his tongue swirling over the skin, he wasted no time in taking Rye into his mouth.

Rye sucked in a breath, his grip tightening in Jack's hair as he moaned. Jack smirked around him as his head bobbed up and down quickly, his tongue finding Rye's sensitive spots.

Like Jack, Rye refused to admit to himself how good Jack could make him feel; better than anyone else ever had, or probably ever would. He knew exactly what he was doing and he knew it felt fucking amazing.

"Jack, I'm-" he choked out, "i'm- I'm gonna-" Rye pulled Jack closer, moaning as he released into his mouth.

Jack smirked up at him as he swallowed, sitting up slowly. "Fuck, that was good.."

Rye nodded, "fuck yeah it was.."

---

After they'd both got dressed - they stole sweatpants from Mikey's wardrobe - they headed downstairs. Jack went first in case someone was awake, they didn't want it to look suspicious, and Rye followed a few minutes later.

It was lucky they hadn't gone downstairs together as Brooklyn was awake and already teasing Jack about the hickies down his chest. Shit, Rye thought as he heard the conversation.

"Who's been kissing you, then?" Brooklyn teased, laughing a little, "bloody hell, you're covered!"

"Shut up," Jack chuckled, regretting that he didn't wear a shirt, "it's none of your business."

Rye walked in after a few minutes with one of Mikey's hoodies on, covering the hickies scattered from his neck to his collarbone.

"Morning," he mumbled as he joined Jack and Brooklyn in the kitchen. Jack nodded at him, realising Rye had been smarter than he had and put something else on. Though he hadn't expected anyone else to be awake.

"Morning, any idea who Jack's secret girl is?" Brook chuckled, nodding at Jack.

Rye smirked. 'Girl.' If only he knew, he thought. He noticed a slight smirk on Jack's face as he turned around to grab a bowl, and he noticed the hickies down his body, and he noticed how fucking hot he looked like that, shirtless, covered in hickies, messy hair. And it was all him, it was all because of Rye.

"Not a clue, but I bet I could get it out of him," Rye hummed.

"How's that?" Jack raised a brow.

"Oh, you'll see," he chuckled, brushing past him to get some cereal.

Brooklyn looked at Rye with a raised brow, then looked at Jack for some clarification. He didn't get any, Jack shrugged. Brook rolled his eyes and headed out, "i don't wanna know."

Rye smirked at Jack once he'd left, whispering, "so who gave you the hickies?"

"Some asshole," Jack replied, trying to keep a straight face. He ended up laughing when Rye dramatically pretended to be offended.

"I know you don't like me but that was just hurtful, Jack," he said, also trying and failing to keep a straight face.

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The boys had, for some reason, left Rye and Jack alone while they went to the shop.

"What the fuck is with the hickies?" Rye glared at Jack.

He shrugged, "you weren't complaining when I did it."

"Well I am now, what the fuck were you doing?!" he shoved him.

"Are you joking? I'm not being funny but have you seen these?!" Jack pulled his shirt the side to show him the bruised skin, "you can't do that and then be pissed that I did it to you!"

"I fucking can," he frowned, "you can cover them easily!"

"No one's noticed them," Jack rolled his eyes, pulling at Rye's hood to see how bad it was - it was worse than he'd remembered - and looking up at him, "so you're all good. Just keep the hoodie on."

"You're a fucking asshole, you know that?"

"So are you."