Jack parks the car on Zach's garage.
"I am exhausted...how do you do this?"
"Do you wanna...maybe spend the night? I don't want you getting in a car crash."
"I don't wanna cause any inconveniences."
"Please...its kinda weird having my place all to myself."
"Let me just tell Syd."
"I'll go find you some clothes okay?"
***
Zach had just laid down when it hit him.
"What day is it?"
"Friday."
"Fuck me!" He gets up and walks to the bathroom.
Jack follows him confused.
"Skin care friday." The brunet sighs before washing his face.
"You'll do it tomorrow, let's sleep babe." Jack wraps his arms around him.
Zach dries his face and turns to the curly head.
"I'd love to-" The brunet looks closely at Jack's face. "You're doing it with me. Lord knows you need it."
"What's that supposed to mean? I moisturize!" Zach grabs his face and takes a closer look.
"Those pores are more open than a hooker's legs during happy hour."
"Wow, you're so nice." They chuckle.
Zach pecks him.
"There. Does the boo-boo hurt less?"
Jack connects their lips together and his hands go straight to his waist.
The curly head slowly pulls away.
"We haven't kissed in a while...I missed it."
"We kissed before the show for good luck, during the break for good luck again and in the car because according to you I was great." Zach pecks him.
"Those were small kisses because you were afraid they'd discover us."
"I'll give you a big kiss after we put the masks on, okay?" Jack kisses him and washes his face.
Zach applies the face mask on himself.
"We're gonna have to do some extra steps to clean your face okay?" He grabs a small machine.
"What's that?"
"We're gonna suck the dirt out of your hot face."
***
Zach had just finished cleansing Jack's face, both singing some songs off tune.
"Okay, this is the final thing, it's a clay mask and then we wash our faces and go to bed."
"But that takes so long to dry."
"That's why we have a blow dryer."
Zach puts the mask on him and then on himself and turns on the dryer.
Jack starts kissing his shoulder.
"What?" Zach smiles softly.
"You're cute."
The curly head hugs him from behind.
"Someone's needy." He teases.
"Can you blame me? You're the cutest boy alive."
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