Bedroom Warfare - Rack (boyxboy)

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I suck, sorry - smut next chapter!!!!!!!

The boys hung back to help tidy the house after the party, though left soon after Andy's mum got home. Jack had to borrow a pair of joggers from Andy and Rye had to leave with no shoes but the promise of Andy finding the missing one at some point (hopefully).

Brooklyn called a taxi, "Mike, do you wanna get in with me?"

They only lived in the next street from each other, "yeah, sure. Thanks Brook!"

"What about those two?" he asked, pointing at Rye and Jack.

"Andy will sort them out," Mikey nodded.

"If they don't kill each other..."

"True," Mikey laughed, "fingers crossed!"

"Jack?!" Brooklyn called.

"Yeah?" Jack called back from the kitchen.

Rye walked in, "he's putting the sheets in the dryer, what's up?"

"Wait, what? Why?" Brooklyn frowned, and Rye froze for a second. He hadn't meant to say that, had he just blew them up?

"You just blew yourself up there, mate," Mikey laughed, making Rye glare daggers at him, "Rye wet the bed so he had to wash the sheets."

"Yeah, but i uh- i blamed Jack so Andy made him sort it.." Rye spluttered.

"Are you joking?" Brooklyn laughed, "oh my days!"

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"Me and Mikey are getting a taxi back, are you two alright?" Brook asked once Jack had joined them.

"I'm alright, like. I've got my car if you wanted a ride, though?" Jack questioned.

"Nah it's okay, it's already booked," Brooklyn shook his head, "but thanks!"

"No problem," he nodded.

The taxi soon pulled up outside Andy's house and Brooklyn and Mikey left, leaving Rye and Jack to argue about whatever they were arguing about.

"Go fuck yourself," Jack scoffed, and Andy smacked him over the back of his head. "What was that for?!"

"My mum's in, be good!" he frowned, "how are you two getting home anyway? Do you need a ride, Rye?"

"Nah, I'll take him," Jack shook his head, "leave you to explain all this to your mum."

"Thanks, you're doing me a huge favour," he said sarcastically.

"Are you sure?" Rye raised a brow, a little suspicious as Jack hated him at the moment.

"Yeah," he nodded, "saves Andy doing it when I'm going anyway."

"I never thought I'd see the day," Andy laughed.

"Honestly, neither did I," Jack laughed and Rye nodded in agreement.

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"You're still a fucking asshole," Jack snarled.

"You still love me though," Rye smirked as he got into Jack's car.

"Shut up," Jack frowned, "i hate you."

"We both know that's a lie."

Jack's eyes were on the road but he didn't have to look at Rye to see the smug smirk on his face, "shut up."

"As much as I hate this, I don't hate you either," Rye admitted.

"Whatever," Jack rolled his eyes.

"Admit it," Rye teased, "you don't hate me."

He couldn't - wouldn't - admit it even to himself, but he knew he didn't hate Ryan. Though as much as he tried to deny it, tried to convince Rye and himself otherwise, they both knew it. He liked Rye. Rye liked him back. So why was it so hard to admit?

He was a very laid back person until it came to Rye. He was always on edge, always looking out for something. He didn't trust him, but he'd do fucking anything he asked in a heartbeat, and that terrified him.

"Pull over," Rye smirked, bringing him out of his thoughts.

"No," he said firmly but found himself pulling over near a park.

Jack refused to look at him as he leaned over, softly kissing his neck. "C'mon, don't be like this, Jackie," he mumbled against his skin.

"Don't call me that," he frowned, trying not to give in to him.

Rye smirked and pulled him over to him, so that he straddled his hips, "then stop pretending you don't love this."

"I hate you," Jack mumbled as he gave in to him, kissing him roughly.

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Smut next chapter I promise, sorryyyy (this isn't edited)