Don't Want to Start a Fight

[Kyle]

The morning after the dinner with his parents, I woke up before Jack. I couldn’t bare to wake him up too though. Jack looks so childlike and innocent when he sleeps, his expression so peaceful with his lips pushed into a slightly-parted pout and his hair all tousled. We didn’t fool around last night, if that’s what you’re thinking. Jack made me watch the first 2 Home Alone films with him, and by the time they were finished we were both too tired to do anything but strip down to our boxers and go to sleep. Doesn’t mean I didn’t dream of getting down and dirty with him though.

I must’ve laid watching Jack for about an hour before my phone started ringing. Shit! I don’t want to wake Jack up! Luckily I’d left it on Jack’s bedside table, meaning I only had to lean over him a little to reach it. Alex. Huh. Why’s he calling me? As I moved to lie on my back again, Jack groaned and buried his face in my neck, making me smile and wrap my free arm around him, even though he was still asleep.

“Hello?” I whispered.

“Kyle! Dude, did I wake you up?” Alex asked cheerfully.

“Nah, I’ve been awake for a while. Jack’s still asleep though,” I told him quietly.

“I knew you’d still be with him! Well, he hasn’t been answering his phone, although now I know why, and he was meant to be at mine about half an hour ago,” Alex explained.

“Oh, he was?” I said, confused.

Jack didn’t mention this last night.

“Jack didn’t tell you? The dumbass. It’s nothing major, we were just gonna go skating for a bit today,” Alex chuckled.

“I’ll wake him up then,” I sighed.

“That’d be awesome, thanks! Tell him to get his lazy ass over here ASAP, yeah?” Alex said.

“Will do. Bye,” I muttered.

“Bye!”

I closed my phone and put it back on Jack’s table, before running the fingers of my free hand through my hair wearily. Why hadn’t Jack told me he was meeting up with Alex? Did he just forget? Or did he just not want to tell me? And then…why wouldn’t he want to tell me? There couldn’t be anything going on…right? No, Jack wouldn’t cheat on me. He would never. But he and Alex are abnormally close…

“Mm, Kyle,” Jack moaned in my ear.

I broke out of my thoughts with a blush, even more so when Jack’s hardening crotch rubbed against my thigh. Well, that’s at least a little more reassurance that he wants me! Jack continued to roll his hips against my body, getting more and more restless, until an idea popped into my head. I’d heard somewhere that getting woken up with a blowjob was one of the most pleasurable experiences ever. And it definitely would keep Jack’s mind on me all day…

“Gods, Kyle,” Jack groaned.

That’s it then. My mind is made up. I kicked Jack’s duvet down to our feet and moved so I was between his legs. His hips were still bucking so I quickly pulled his boxers off, biting my bottom lip as his throbbing leaking dick sprung free. Fuck, he looks so hot right now. Without another thought, I licked my lips and took him into my mouth, keeping my eyes on his face. After bobbing my head a few times, his expression contorted into extreme pleasure, so I dug my tongue into his slit. That definitely woke him up.

“Kyle, what are you…fuuuck,” Jack hissed, threading his fingers through my messy hair.

I winked at him and bobbed my head faster, hollowing my cheeks a little, enough to make him start panting. I can already tell he won’t last much longer, but I don’t care. All that matters is him.

“Kyle, Kyle, Kyle, Kyle,”

Jack started to chant my name quietly, only spurring my on to pleasure him more. Anything for him. I could tell he was getting close when he stiffened impossibly. Running my tongue along the underside vein, I swirled it a few times, causing Jack to gasp and arch his back, his grip tightening in my hair. This made me moan around him, which then caused a strangled cry to tear from his lips, followed by his seed shooting down my throat. I let Jack buck into my mouth to ride out his orgasm, and released him when he was limp.

“Best. Wake-up. Ever,” Jack panted, trying to catch his breath.

“Morning!” I giggled, wriggling my eyebrows as I crawled back up the bed.

“Fuck, Kyle. Not that I’m complaining in the slightest, but where did that come from?” Jack asked pulling me against his bare body with his arms around my waist.

“I just wanted to wake you up in a nice way,” I said innocently.

“And the whole truth is?” Jack prompted, teasing.

Damn it. I hate how he can read me sometimes.

“Alex rang me because he couldn’t get hold of you. You were meant to go skating with him today. That was me waking you up,” I sighed.

“Shit! Oh shit! Yeah I was meant to go skating!” Jack gasped, rolling out of bed.

I couldn’t help but feel a pang of hurt run through me. Sure, they’re best friends, but does he really have to be so eager to leave me? Jack only noticed my sad expression after he’d pulled on a clean pair of boxers.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Jack asked, confused.

There’s no point lying to him, is there?

“Why didn’t you tell me you were meeting up with Alex today?” I asked, sitting upright.

“I did, didn’t I?” Jack frowned, pulling on a pair of knee-length denim skate shorts.

I just shook my head miserably, causing Jack to sit down next to me on his bed.

“I guess I just forgot. Is it really that big of a deal?” Jack sighed.

Why is he so blasé about shit like this?! Does he really not have any clue how I feel?

“It is when it seems like you’re sneaking around with him behind my back and don’t want me to find out!” I exasperated.

Okay, so that was a little harsh. But what Jack said next was worse.

“I’m not the one that cheats on my boyfriends,” Jack muttered.

Tears sprung to my eyes and I whimpered, turning my head away as Jack groaned. That wasn’t fair.

“Kyle, I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry,” Jack said softly.

“That’s the thing – you did mean it,” I sniffed.

“Look at me,” Jack said.

I hesitated before turning my head, letting Jack cup my face gently with his hand.

“I don’t know why you guys all have a fascination with Alex and I fucking. If we wanted to be together, we already would be. But I’m not – I’m with you because I love you. I shouldn’t have to remind you of that,”

The hurt I felt suddenly turned to guilt. It isn’t right to accuse Jack of cheating when he’s been nothing but amazing to me. And Alex is such a good friend; I know he wouldn’t hurt me like that. Fuck, why do I always have to get so jealous?

“I’m sorry Jacky. You’re just so close. It gets to me sometimes,” I mumbled.

“It’s okay. You should really just try to trust me though. Alex is my best friend and nothing more, even if we are extremely close,” Jack smiled.

I smiled weakly back and nodded. I guess I really do just have to trust him.

“Come on, get dressed and I’ll take you to IHOP for breakfast,” Jack grinned, standing up.

“Is that much sugar really good for you in the morning?” I teased, standing up too.

“I take offence at that,” Jack grumbled playfully.

I giggled and pressed a slow kiss to his lips, giggling even more when Jack hooked his fingers into my boxers where my hips stuck out and snapped the band against my pale skin.

“If my parents weren’t home I would suck you off like my life depended on it,” Jack murmured.

“W-Why don’t you suck me off anyway?” I choked, struggling to keep my composure.

“You’re kinda loud, babe,” Jack winked, “I love how vocal you are, but I don’t think my mom and dad would,”

I blushed and squeaked, only making him laugh and peck a kiss to my lips before moving away. As I got dressed (aka watching him get dressed too), I couldn’t help but smile to myself. Maybe I don’t have any reason to doubt him at all.