Bedroom Warfare - Rack (boyxboy)

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"I fucked up, okay? But I can't bring myself to end things between us," Rye finally said. He hated to admit that, even to himself.

"Why did you fuck up, who is it?" Mikey raised a brow. It can't be Jack, can it? He couldn't shake the thought. It was too suspicious that they were both covered in hickies.

Rye swallowed, staring at Mikey as his thoughts swam around in his head. Did he tell him? Would Jack be mad? Should he lie? Shit.

Rye took a deep breath, he should tell Mikey, shouldn't he? Should he? What about Jack? What if Jack hated him for it? Oh, who was he kidding? Jack hated him anyway... Then why were they doing this? He didn't hate Jack, though he'd never admit it, and Jack probably didn't hate him, no matter what he said. He certainly didn't like they guy, especially right now, as he had to fucking explain the hickies down his neck, he was going to kill him the next time he got the chance.

But he could just lie, right? But if he lied, Mikey would be suspicious, the way Rye had acted, Mikey already knew it was someone he wouldn't really expect. Fuck, he thought, just tell him.

"Don't hate me, okay?" Rye mumbled as he finally looked Mikey in the eye, "please don't hate me."

Not only was he admitting to this whole thing, admitting to Jack, he was coming out. He was about to come out to his best friend. Shit. Could he do this? Of course you can, just fucking tell him, he mentally cursed himself.

"Rye, I could never hate you," Mikey said, pulling him into a hug, "you're my best friend and I love you, you know that."

"Even if it was a guy?" it was barely audible, but Mikey nodded.

"Of course," he said softly, "Rye, you're still you, you're still the same idiot no matter who you like or don't like."

Rye chuckled, "that's the thing, though, I don't like him." He looked at the confused expression on Mikey's face and laughed a little, "it's kinda- well.. it's Jack."

Mikey didn't say anything, just nodded. The smirk on his face was enough for Rye.

"Don't be a dick about it," he pleaded.

"I won't be a dick, but the next time you fucking complain about Jack I'm gonna kick you in the nuts," he laughed, "since when?"

"That day Andy locked us in the kitchen," he said, "i don't even know what happened, we beat the shit out of each other and then made out.."

Mikey shrugged, "it happens."

"No it doesn't," Rye scoffed.

"Yeah you're right, it doesn't," Mikey said sarcastically, pulling Rye's hoodie so the hickies were visible again.

"Okay, shut up," Rye pushed him away, "i fucked up, okay?"

"Nah, if you don't wanna end things, there's obviously something there, everything happens for a reason, dude," he smirked.

"So why's this happening? And why can't I end things?"

"I don't know," Mikey chuckled, "you like him? He likes you? He hasn't ended it either, has he? Maybe he feels the same way you do."

"Maybe," Rye sighed, "don't tell him I told you, will you?"

Mikey shook his head, "my lips are sealed, don't worry."

---

A week later, Rye and Jack still hadn't ended things, and still hadn't talked about it. Mikey acted as if he didn't even know - well, apart from a little teasing here and there - and everything was going well.

But nothing ever goes well forever, does it?

Jack overheard Rye and Mikey talking, and wasn't happy.

"What, with Jack?"

"Yeah.."

"Have you spoke to him?" Mikey asked.

"What do you think?" Rye hummed, "i don't wanna make it weird."

"I'm not being funny but-" and Mikey was cut off and Jack storming in, grabbing Rye by the shirt and pulling him into the other room.

"So you told fucking Mikey?!"

Rye didn't know what to say. He stared at him, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to think of how to tell him.

"Are you taking the fucking piss?! You can go and fucking tell Mikey everything but now you can't even speak to me?" Jack yelled, shoving Rye back into the wall before storming out, "you're a fucking idiot, Ryan."

"Wait, Jack-" he shouted, running after him, he grabbed his wrist and pulled him to face him.

"What?!" Jack almost screamed, ripping his arm out of Rye's grip.

"Let me explain.."

"How long has he known?" Jack questioned, crossing his arms.

"Like a week," Rye mumbled.

"Are you fucking joking? Why the fuck didn't you tell me he knew?!"

"In case you were pissed at me for telling him," he said slowly, realising he should've told him afterall.

Jack ran a hand through his hair, "i fucking hate you sometimes."

"Only sometimes, huh?" Rye smirked, making Jack laugh.

"Shut up," he mumbled, trying to stay mad. Unfortunately, he realised, he couldn't stay mad at him. He rolled his eyes with a smirk, "i hate you right now."

"No you don't," Rye bit his lip, "and you definitely won't hate me after I make it up to you."

"Is that so?" Jack smirked.

"Mhm," Rye hummed.

---

Mikey made sure to give Jack and Rye some time to talk and make up and - well, you know. He pulled Jack aside later on.

"Are you okay?"

Jack nodded, "i think so. I just didn't expect him to tell anyone, it kinda shocked me."

"I'm sorry we didn't tell you, I figured you'd have wanted to tell me yourself - or y'know, not at all - I didn't want you to be pissed that he'd told me," Mikey explained.

"Why did he tell you?"

"Did he not explain that?" Mikey chuckled, "i saw the hickies."

"We didn't do much talking, honestly," Jack said with a smirk, "which hickies?"

"Dude," Mikey frowned, "they were on his neck and I don't wanna hear about any others."

"Sorry," he laughed.

"I don't need to know the details, just that you two are alright," he laughed.

"Yeah, we're good," Jack smirked, "he's still got some making up to do, but we're good."

"Good," Mikey said, "i think."