Naïveté.

Chapter seven.

Alex didn't remember the previous 24 hours, really.
He woke up in a hospital bed, Jack by his side.
That's it.
"It's all over, love. You did it! I'm proud of you." Jack grinned, holding Alex's hand. "How do you feel?"
"Okay," Alex mumbled. "What day is it?"
Jack seemed to hold back a laugh. "It's Saturday, your procedure was only just a few hours ago. It didn't take very long. You sure you're okay?"
Alex nodded, closing his eyes. He was probably just blanking because of the stress. It made sense, after all.

A few hours later and Alex was released, so Jack took him back to his house. His parents were gone again and Jack figured some celebrations were in order.
"So, I gotta ask. Champagne or Rosé?" He grinned, walking toward the alcohol storage his parents had.
"I don't think I should drink for a while.." Alex trailed off.
"Alex, it was in your uterus, not your stomach. You'll be fine. Now, really. Champagne or Rosé?" Jack held out two glasses.
A smile crept upon Alex's face as he approached Jack, taking the glass of champagne. He had earned this. Right?

It didn't take long for Alex to down two, three, four glasses and the bottle was gone.
"You need to get more champagne." Alex slurred, pouting.
"You need to slow it up, babe," Jack laughed at his very drunk boyfriend. "You downed an entire bottle of champagne by yourself. I'm cutting you off, you lil alcoholic."
Alex groaned, crossing his arms and leaning against the fridge. "I'm not an alcoholic. I just like the taste, asshole."
Jack shrugged, "Whatever you say."
Alex made his way out to the back porch, looking up at the sky and seeing stars beginning to appear. He smiled, feeling Jack's arms wrap around his waist, gently, as not to disturb his stitches or hurt him. God, if he could only live in this feeling.
But those warm and comforting arms left him, standing beside him as he lit up a cigarette.
Alex's curiosity peaked.
"Why do you smoke?" He leaned against the railing of the deck.
"Just 'cause. It's good for stress relief, too. Why?" Jack blew smoke from his mouth, taking another long drag.
"I wanna try one." He smiled.
Jack half smirked and half smiled, giving him a cigarette and lighting it for him.
He couldn't suppress his laughter when Alex took a drag and nearly coughed up his lungs, though.
"Asshole!" Alex cursed. "I'm getting used to it, okay? Leave me alone. Bully."
He took another drag and seemed fine, a wave of calmness overtaking him as he smiled at the sky.
"D'you like it?" Jack was fixated on the boy, who was fixated on the sky.
"Mmhm," Alex hummed. "Feels good."
"You know what else would feel good?" Jack smirked, putting out his cigarette and setting it aside, standing behind Alex and placing his hands on his hips. "I think you deserve it, too. After everything you've been through. Don't you?" He began kissing down Alex's neck, knowing very well that was his weakness.
"Mm.." Alex sighed. "Didn't the doctor say somethin' 'bout that, though? Not supposed to."
"Who said we had to have sex?" Jack purred, his hands trailing up his sides.
And like that, Alex was putty in Jack's hands.

(A/N: Short update, I know, but I figured i'd put something out since it's been a while. Let me know if you want me to continue this fic in the comments!)