Bedroom Warfare - Rack (boyxboy)

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Jack had been more careful since he found out that Mikey knew. They were all at a party at Andy's place, and the two of them found themselves alone in the kitchen.

"C'mon," Rye giggled, the alcohol in him giving him the confidence and the carefree attitude that he didn't usually have around Jack, especially when there were people in the next room.

"Ryan, there's like a hundred people here," Jack frowned, "back off."

Rye handed Jack a drink, "drink this."

"What is it?" he asked, but drank it anyway, pulling a face at the strong taste.

Rye chuckled and made his own, grabbing two bottles of spirits, "a bit of this and a bit of this," he said as he poured each one into his glass. "Want some more?" he smirked, holding it out to him.

Jack rolled his eyes and took it, drinking half before handing it back. Rye nodded and drank the rest before pouring a few shots each for them.

After the shots (and a few more) they were holding each other up. "I needa go outside," Rye slurred.

Jack nodded and pointed to the back door, pulling Rye towards it and falling over on the way there. The two of them burst into laughter and Rye helped him up off of the floor.

"You two okay in here?" Andy chucked as he walked in and saw Rye pick Jack up.

"He fell over," Rye laughed, "we were going outside."

Andy nodded and opened the back door for them, "don't die out there." He watched as they both stumbled out, "you're the only ones out there so seriously be careful."

The two of them stepped outside carefully and the second that Andy shut the door, Jack grabbed Rye and shoved him against the wall, kissing him roughly.

Rye hummed in surprise but kissed back, his hands going to Jack's hair, pulling hard as Jack bit his lip. Jack's hands scratched down Rye's chest until he reached the hem of his shirt. He pulled it off, breaking the kiss for only a second before admiring his body.

Rye pulled Jack's shirt off then, and kissed him again as he fumbled with the button on Jack's jeans.

Rye undid the button and slipped his hand into Jack's boxers while Jack kissed down Rye's body, eventually undoing his pants too.

They paused after a moment, suddenly realising they were both outside. Jack raised a brow, "shall we go upstairs?"

Rye nodded, picking both their shirts up and pulling Jack inside. They stopped off at the kitchen to make another drink each before heading upstairs. Andy's was the only bedroom that he left unlocked, and that was only in case the boys needed to crash, but hey, this was more important.

They locked themselves in and wasted no time at all, picking up where they left off - they hadn't even zipped their pants back up - and soon they were both naked.

Jack smirked, sitting on the edge of the bed and pushing Rye to his knees in front of him. Ryan looked up at him and smirked. Again, wasting no time at all, he took Jack's dick into his mouth and started bobbing his head, his tongue swirling around, finding every sensitive spot Jack had. He moaned around him as he felt Jack's grip in his hair and his nails down his back, and heard the moans from his lips.

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(I don't feel comfortable writing it bc I've never done it obviously but they did definitely have sex)

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The next morning, the two of them woke up to a sharp knock on the door. They both jumped up and looked around the room, barely remembering anything from the night before.

They were wearing each other's shirts. They'd managed to put their own boxers on thankfully, but there were no pants in sight.

Another knock.

"Who is it?" Rye called out.

"Mikey," he shouted through the door and Rye gave a sigh of relief, moving to open it.

"We're screwed," Rye mumbled.

"Where are our pants? We did come upstairs wearing pants, right?" Jack questioned as he looked around.

Mikey raised a brow at the two of them, "you guys look rough. One of you can say you slept in the bath though."

They both nodded and Jack shrugged, giving up on the pants and brushing past Rye to actually use the bathroom.

Andy and Brooklyn had both woken up up on the floor, and we're feeling pretty rough. Though the state of Rye and Jack made them smile.

Rye walked in first, flopping down on the couch and then Jack, who lay in the middle of the floor and shut his eyes, "i feel like death."

"You look like death too," Andy chuckled, "and that's definitely not your shirt."

Jack looked down at his shirt. Shit. Rye looked at his and glanced at Jack. Shit.

"Shit..." Jack mumbled.

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