Bedroom Warfare - Rack (boyxboy)

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Jack looked at Rye, "what just happened?"

"I don't know but you better get those fucking sheets," Rye raised a brow, pulling his jeans on and throwing his shoe on the floor with Jack's.

Jack rolled his eyes and pulled all the sheets off of the bed, "i can't tell if he's pissed at us or not."

"He's pissed," Rye nodded.

"I know he's pissed about the room, but like-"

"I don't know, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it," Rye sighed.

"I did fucking tell you," Jack mumbled, throwing the bedding onto the floor.

"Oh, don't fucking start," Rye rolled his eyes, "you said no and then you were all over me!"

"You gave me like ten drinks!"

"Yeah? Didn't have to drink them!"

"Oh fuck off, Ryan," Jack rolled his eyes.

Rye grabbed the sheets off the floor and leaned against the doorframe, "d'you think Brooklyn will work it out?"

"Only if Andy carries on," Jack sighed, straightening the duvet on the bed.

"D'you think he will?"

"Knowing Andy? Yes."

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Andy forgave them once they'd stuck his sheets in the washing machine, but he pulled them aside later on for some answers.

"I wanna know everything," he raised a brow, looking between them.

"Everything or everything?" Jack smirked.

"I don't wanna know the sex details.."

"That day you locked us both in your kitchen, you were about three seconds away from catching us when you came back," Rye said slowly, a guilty look on his face.

"You're joking?" he questioned, mouth open slightly.

They shook their heads, both in sync as they looked at him guiltily.

"Fuck off," he shook his head, "you can't be serious? That long?!"

"Yup," Jack nodded.

"We hid it well because we still hate each other," Rye chuckled, and Jack agreed.

"You beat the shit out of each other on that day," Andy frowned.

Rye laughed, "yeah, and then I su-"

"I don't wanna know!" Andy cut him off, "you're both fucking mentalists."

"But it works," Jack shrugged, "it shouldn't, but it does.."

Andy shook his head, "does anyone else know?"

"Mikey," Rye nodded.

"How long has he known? How did he find out?" he asked curiously.

"He saw hickies on my neck, and about a week or two," Rye admitted.

"He's known for that long?! He kept that secret fucking well..."

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"Andy is stressing me out," Jack rolled his eyes when he and Rye finally had a minute alone in the kitchen.

"Me too," Rye nodded, "i'm ready to punch him."

"Same," Jack huffed, but then paused and smirked, "y'know what helps with stress?"

"What?" Rye raised a brow, pretty sure he knew where this was going.

"This," Jack smirked, pulling him close and pressing their lips together. Rye kissed back and lifted Jack up onto the counter, not daring to break the kiss. As the kiss got a little heated, Jack's boxers were quickly discarded. He watched as Rye pulled his jeans and boxers off too, pulling Jack into a kiss. He felt Rye's hand on his dick, moving slowly, teasingly.

Jack moaned softly as Rye turned him around, reaching around him to pump his cock as he left wet kisses over his neck. Rye scratched down his back to his ass, smirking against his skin.

"Guys!" Mikey shouted through the door, "you've got five seconds to get dressed, Andy's mum's back!"

"Shit," they both jumped up and threw their boxers back on, Rye slipping his pants on quickly just in time for the door to open. Thankfully it was Mikey.

"Fix your hair," he said looking between them.

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smut or no smut next chapter?? and how much smut?