Bedroom Warfare - Rack (boyxboy)

| nineteen |

"I need a -hiccup- a driiiiink!" Jack slurred, leaning on Rye's shoulder as he lead him and Brook to the same bar from the week before.

"I knowww!" Rye giggled, knowing they were all as drunk as each other, so one more wouldn't hurt them.

"You're the best," Jack left a sloppy kiss on Rye's cheek and let him order their drinks at the bar.

"Hey cuties," a voice said, a voice that Rye didn't recognise.

"Hey," Brook said hesitantly.

"Can we help you?" Jack questioned.

"Just lookin' for someone," the guy smirked, "could you help me?"

"Who ya looking for?" Brooklyn asked.

"Him," he said and leaned into Jack.

Jack backed up, letting Brook push the stranger away from him. As the guy gave Brooklyn a snarl, he leaned into Jack slowly, pulling him a little closer. Though, as he did that, Rye turned around to hand them their drinks.

"Uh, what the fuck is this?!" Rye frowned, slamming their three drinks down and pulling Brooklyn away from Jack, "get the fuck away from him!"

Brooklyn backed off, but Rye shoved him away from Jack anyway.

"Rye, I wasn't- it's not what it looks like, I swear!" Brooklyn said quickly.

"So you weren't about to kiss him!?"

"Ryan.." Jack mumbled, instantly calming him down, "the guy tried to-" deep breath, "to kiss me. Brook got him away.."

"Well he didn't have to kiss you to do that," Rye muttered, handing Jack his drink.

Jack took a swig and frowned, "what is it?"

"Vodka lemonade," Rye lied.

Jack seemed to consider it, then nodded and drank the rest fairly quickly.

Brooklyn raised a brow at Rye, mouthing, 'are you joking?' as he knew Jack was already way too drunk, and Rye wasn't too far behind.

'It's just lemonade,' Rye mouthed back, grabbing his own drink and helping a stumbling Jack to the other side of the club where the other two boys where. Brooklyn followed, carrying his, now half empty, vodka and coke.

"I'm taking Jack for some food to sober him up, because he's gone," Rye said to Mikey when they reached the boys. Brooklyn stayed with Mikey and Andy, leaving Rye to lead Jack out of the club.

"Where we goin'?" Jack questioned, looking over at Rye.

"Get some chips," he nodded, stumbling over nothing and making them both burst into a fit of giggles.

"You're druuuunk!" Jack teased.

"So are youuuuu!" Rye teased back.

"What's that?" Jack asked, noticing the -now half empty, as he'd spilt it when he fell - drink in Rye's hand.

"Jack and coke," Rye smirked, "but it's not for you, you're too drunk!"

"I am not," Jack laughed trying to grab it, "and anyway you got all the Jack you need right here!"

"Smoooooth," Rye chuckled, drinking the rest of it before throwing the plastic cup to the floor and pulling Jack into an alley.

Jack smirked, "this doesn't look like chips."

"I changed my mind," Rye bit his lip.

"What made you change your mind?"

"Brook was the last person to kiss you," Rye mumbled, watching Jack's lips.

"He didn't kiss me," Jack smirked, amused at the jealousy.

"He almost did," Ryan frowned.

"Well you can almost kiss me if you want," Jack chuckled, leaning into Rye slightly.

Rye leaned in, only for Jack to pull away.

"You almost kissed me," Jack smirked, though Rye frowned.

"I don't wanna almost kiss you, I wanna kiss you properly," he pouted, and Jack kissed him.

Rye smiled into it, softly running his fingers through Jack's hair.

They stayed in the alley for a while, Rye's face buried in Jack's shoulder. He blamed all this on his drunken state, but he worried that he actually had feelings for the Irish boy.

He couldn't bring himself to pull away, but if he left Jack, he told himself, one of them could get in trouble. So he stayed with him, head rested in the crook of Jack's neck, arms around his waist and Jack's around Rye's shoulders, his head resting on Rye's.

They both looked up, after about half an hour, when they heard Mikey's voice.

"There you are! I thought you two were getting food?" he said, sounding relieved to know where they were, "i half expected one of you to be on your knees though, I'm not gonna lie."

"Wishful thinking," Rye teased, standing up straight, though still leaning on Jack.

"Shall we show him what he wants?" Jack smirked.

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i planned smut for this chapter like before Mikey found them but then I decided I was in a fluffy mood (if anyone *coughjackcough* wants to gimme a cuddle it'd be greatly appreciated)