Under Pressure - Septiplier

Chapter Twenty Four

"Felix, I swear, I'm trying to find some free time," Jack groans with exasperation, rubbing his face. For the past thirty minutes, his boyfriend has been whining over the fact they haven't been able to hang out after school in ages.

"How come you were able to go out more before the trip?" Felix asks, pouting up at his boyfriend.

"Look, my dad caught me in my skinny jeans, and he's been pretty strict since then," Jack says matter of factly, glaring at the blond. Felix grimaces, cringing a bit.

"Yikes. How did that go?" the boy asks, immediately becoming sympathetic.

"He just told me to never wear them again, and that the world isn't good for being different," the brunet murmurs, looking down sadly as he crosses his arms in a self-hug. Felix sighs softly and leans over, wrapping his arms around Jack and hugging him gently.

"Everyone's different. The world is meant to be different," Felix murmurs, rubbing Jack's shoulder.

"It's not that big of a deal," Jack grumbles, pulling away from Felix. The blond bites his lip, clasping his hands together in his lap.

"What about Sundays? We have that project in science. You could say you're working on that and come over?" Felix proposes gently, knowing there isn't much he could say to comfort Jack. If Jack didn't want to talk about it, there isn't much he can do. His own parents are okay with him being gay. They weren't bursting with joy and acceptance when he came out, but they had both seen it coming. His mom just had a feeling while he was in the womb. His dad had surmised the truth when Felix accidentally printed out several photos of naked men that he had been trying to put in a private save file. So, both of his parents had already learned to accept it by the time he verbally told them.

"Umm... I can ask? I don't know. Sundays are normally church and family days," Jack says, brows furrowing.

"You can tell your parents to talk to mine about it. That way, they can confirm it, even though mine will also be lied to," Felix snickers. Jack bites his lip thoughtfully and nods.

"I'll talk to them tonight," he adjudicates, giving his boyfriend a gentle kiss.

"Love you," Felix hums between kisses. Jack mumbles it back before pulling him into a deeper kiss.

"Knock it off, you two!" the librarian calls from her desk. The two pull away, blushing, breathless, bright-eyed, and smiling.

"Sorry, young love, Mrs. Bridges," Felix calls in his snarky, overconfident tone. Jack groans, facepalming as the teacher chortles and goes back to her computer. That evening, Jack talks with his dad first, then his mom, since the two get home at such different times. The parents discuss it the next morning when they get the opportunity. His mom delivers the news, asking for Felix's mom's number. Jack gives it to her, they confirm everything, and it's allowed. Sunday rolls around a few days later, and Jack heads off with a backpack full of schoolwork and a pair of overnight clothes. He's staying the night and going to school with Felix in the morning. Jack knocks on the door and is greeted by his boyfriend, a bright grin on his lips and grabbing hands to pull him inside.

"Mom made homemade pizza, it's got about thirty minutes left before it's done. In the meantime, let's get everything started with work," he says, pulling Jack up to his room. The glimmer in his eyes makes it very clear they aren't going to be doing any work at all, even if his voice sounds very studious and earnest at the moment.

"Door stays open, you two!" Mrs. Kjielberg calls from the kitchen. Felix rolls his eyes, a smirk as he drags Jack upstairs and to his room.

"The stairs creak three steps in a row. No way anyone can sneak up on us," he whispers to Jack. The brunet blushes a bit at the implications but nods as he deposits his bag in the corner. The pair plop down on the bed, notebooks to their sides for quick grabbing if they need to fake anything. Felix's room is simple, minimalistic, but large. A queen-sized bed, a large desk, several shelving units, a tv, a walk-in closet. Jack takes it all in with a closed-off expression, revealing no emotion.

Felix starts rapidly chatting about his day at school, going on and on about the teacher who refused to change a wrong test answer. Even though Felix got definitive proof from a book in the library, the internet, and several other kids, they never changed it. Jack listens and hums lightly every once in a while. However, his primary attention is on how pretty Felix looks right now. Piercing blue eyes, bright white teeth, dirty blond locks falling over his forehead lazily. There's no product in his hair at the moment, and Jack likes it, feathery soft and dangling teasingly. The brunet leans forward and brushes back Felix's hair, sitting up to hover over his boyfriend slightly.

"You look good right now," he compliments, connecting their lips in a soft kiss.

"And you look cute," Felix returns, rolling them over a bit. Jack laughs softly and rolls his eyes, letting Felix lay between his legs.

"Okay, Mr. Scared-of-being-anything-close-to-a-bottom-for-one-second," the brunet snorts, relaxing against the sheets.

"Hey!" Felix whines, blushing a bit. Jack giggles, shutting the blond up before he can comment something back with a soft kiss. Felix sighs softly against his lips, relaxing and resting on Jack's side, the other holding him up a bit. Their lips slide together, and Jack tentatively licks over Felix's bottom lip. The blond answers by opening his own mouth, using his tongue as well. They don't get to kiss like this often, but oh, it feels so good. Jack lets out a soft, breath moan, and Felix replies with a gasp. Hands begin to roam, slipping underneath shirts, feeling over smooth skin.

Then, there's a squeak of wood.

Felix bolts up.

"Go to the bathroom," he hisses, pushing Jack toward the connected room. Jack huffs with shock and amusement, slipping inside as he sees Felix hurriedly fixing his hair and grabbing a notebook. Jack locks the door and turns on the fan, but listens carefully.

"Where's Jack?" comes the deep voice of Felix's father a few moments later.

"In the bathroom" Felix hums nonchalantly. Jack imagines him chewing on his pen to cover up how red his lips are, before scribbling something down, brows furrowed in faux concentration.

"Oh, well, dinner's ready. Mom wants you to help set the table," his dad says before heading back downstairs. Jack flushes the toilet and turns on the water as if just finishing up. He steps out a few moments later to a grinning Felix.

"You are..." Jack says, trying to think of the perfect, ostentatious, stupid, over the top word to describe Felix.

"Amazing? Fabulous? A fantastic actor?" the blond asks, wiggling his eyebrows. The brunet hugs and rolls his eyes.

"Incorrigible."

"The fuck that mean?" Felix snorts, giggling. Jack grins and laughs with him.

"You're hopeless."

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