My Toxic Valentine

When a couple of days had passed and Alex was yet to hear from Jack, he began to feel any hopes of starting a band begin to fade.

Of course, that was the only reason he was upset about not having heard from Jack.

It’s not as though he’d felt some inexplicable draw towards the tall, skinny boy. And he definitely hadn’t been thinking about him since he’d gotten home from school for the day and thrown himself on the leather sofa in front of the TV.

He’d been sitting there for almost an hour, watching some shitty reality show with contempt but if he were honest… his mind was not with the bottle blonde, fake tanned women on screen who were screaming at their boyfriends for sleeping with other bottle blonde, fake tanned women.

He wondered if Jack had left Baltimore, like he said he was going to. He wondered why Jack was going state-to-state, city-to-city and figured he must be a little older than Alex and was travelling after he’d graduated.

He wondered if it would be appropriate to go to the backpackers that Jack said he was staying at and asking for him. It wouldn’t, Alex thought lazily throwing off his beanie and stretching out on the sofa. Besides, he didn’t know his surname and Jack was a pretty common name.

Alex groaned and rubbed his face. He really needed to take his mind off this kid.

He began to surf through the channels, hoping to find something that might serve as a distraction. Reality TV, game show, sitcom, porn, mov- Wait on, Alex thought, switching back.

That might not get his mind off Jack as such… but it might at least get him off.

He frowned, however, when he realized the one flaw in this plan. Straight porn didn’t exactly get him going.

With a resigned sigh he dragged himself from the sofa and made his way upstairs. He switched on his laptop and sat down at his desk, tapping his fingers impatiently on the surface as he waited.

It didn’t take Alex long to find something to watch; hell, he was semi-pro at this. He settled into his desk chair and watched the cheesy scene play out on the screen.

He felt his pants begin to tighten and unzipped them, lifting his bum off the chair to push down his skinny jeans and boxers. He wrapped his hand around his semi-hard cock and began to stroke himself as watched the muscular man receive an enthusiastic BJ from the smaller, more submissive guy on screen.

As Alex began to get more and more aroused, his hand began to move faster and he leaned his head back, eyes closed and his mouth open in a silent groan.

He began to block out the sounds and image from his laptop and couldn’t help but imagine that the hand currently jerking him off belonged to someone else… someone with a brassy blonde streak running through his outgrown fringe.

Alex tried to push the image of Jack’s face out his mind. It wasn’t unusual for him to fantasize; lessened the frustration that his only sexual partner was his right hand, but it was usually Tom Delonge joining him in his bedroom, if he were honest.

Imagining Jack, someone who he didn’t really know and had met less than a week ago, made him feel a little bit perverted, but at the same time it was impossible not to imagine Jack’s long, thin fingers wrapped around him…

This image seemed to do the trick. Alex let out a guttural groan as he came over his hand.
He gave himself a couple of last lazy, messy strokes before sighing contentedly and relaxing back into his chair, delaying the ritual tissue clean up.

Just as Alex was reaching for the box, however, his phone rang, vibrating against his knee, where the pockets of his jeans now sat. He fumbled to grab it with his non-sullied hand.

He considered just leaving it, but he realized that it could possibly be Jack calling. He managed to get his phone out just in time and saw that the number was one he didn’t know. His heart jumped as he answered it and held the phone to his ear.

“Uh… hello?” he said, holding the phone to his ear, a little flustered.

“Hi… um, is this Alex?” came the slightly nervous sounding response.

“Yeah, who’s this?” he asked, biting his lip a little nervously.

“Jack. From the park. And the diner.”

Alex couldn’t help but grin. “Oh, hey. I was wondering when I’d hear from you.”

“Sorry… did you still want to play with me?”

Alex barely stifled the giggle that threatened to escape at the unfortunate wording of Jack’s sentence. But at the same time he was deeply, deeply grateful that Jack hadn’t called 5 minutes earlier, because that would’ve been really awkward. But, then again, at the same time… Alex kind of did want to play with Jack. In every sense of the word.

“I mean, um, guitar. If you want to play together, we could. I’ve decided to hang around a bit,” Jack mumbled, sounding a little mortified.

Alex held his phone between his shoulder and ear as he pulled his pants back up after finally wiping his hand clean.

“Uh, yeah, I do. That’d be awesome. When are you free?”

There was a pause as he waited for Jack to respond.

“Well, I have a job now… during the day, so I guess afternoon is better.”

Alex grinned. It seemed as though Jack might be planning on hanging around for a
while.

“Afternoon suits me fine, bro. How’s tomorrow? I finish school at two.”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

There was an awkward silence for a minute before Alex spoke again. “So, did you want to come over to my place around three?”

“Sure. That works.”

“Do you have a pen? I’ll give you my address.”

“Uh, hang on.”

Alex could hear Jack fumbling around and speaking to someone.

“Yeah, go on,” he said after a few minutes.

Alex told Jack his address and gave some terrible directions, which he prayed wouldn’t result in Jack ending up in Texas. Okay, that may have been a slight exaggeration on Alex’s appalling directional skills but he did hope that Jack wouldn’t get lost.

“Alright. I’ll see you then,” Alex said before clearing his throat awkwardly.

“Okay. Uh, see ya,” Jack said quietly before hanging up.

Alex put his phone down, a smile playing on his lips. At least he’d have something to look forward to after school tomorrow. He leaned forward to turn his laptop back off and realized that the video was still playing and that the sound had been on the whole time he was speaking to Jack.

He groaned, embarrassed, but couldn’t hold back the laugh that followed. As it turned out, he hadn’t really needed the video anyway…

He’d given a whole new meaning to the term Jacking off.