Shelter

“Last day of tour!” Jack cheered, running in circles around his friends. They had just finished their last show and Jack was completely full of energy. He may or may not have consumed a few energy drinks after their show. Either way, the entire band and crew was standing in a hotel lobby while Flyzik checked them into the hotel. They had decided to rent rooms and go to the bar to celebrate the end of the tour, before they had to go to the airport and head out tomorrow morning.

“Jack, chill out! People are staring at you,” Zack sighed, watching Jack run in circles.

“Then they’re getting cheap entertainment!”

Rian rolled his eyes and reached out to stop him, holding onto his arms, “Calm down. You can be as crazy as you want when we go to the bar, but it’s late and most people in this lobby don’t want to hear your insanity.”

“Well, they’re missing out,” Jack scoffed, pulling out of Rian’s grip. Flyzik walked over, holding a bunch of keys.

“Here are your room keys. You know who you’re rooming with. Go put your bags in the rooms and then you can come down to the bar if you want to,” he said, handing the keys out. Jack picked up his bags and followed Alex upstairs to their room.

“Why do you get the key?” he whined when they got to the door.

Alex laughed, unlocking the door and going inside, “Because you always lose the key, dumbass.”

“Valid point,” Jack shrugged, following Alex into the room. “Are you just gonna chill in here while we’re at the bar, like you usually do?”

“Actually, I figured I would come celebrate with you guys,” Alex admitted, tossing his backpack and bag onto floor by one of the beds.

“Really?” Jack asked, looking at him in surprise. Alex hadn’t come to the bar with them in forever.

Alex nodded, “Yeah. It’s been a while since I got drunk with you guys. It should be fun.”

“Well, come on, let’s go!” Jack insisted, grabbing Alex by the wrist and pulling him toward the door.

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Three hours and a lot of alcohol later, nearly everyone in the band and crew was either drunk or completely wasted. Jack had stopped himself from drinking too much, but that was mostly because he had noticed how much Alex was drinking and he wanted to keep an eye on his best friend. Alex was ridiculously wasted. Surprisingly, he wasn’t being a mean drunk; he was actually a pretty funny drunk tonight. He had fallen over a few times already, to Jack’s amusement.

The others had gradually headed to their hotel rooms to crash, and Jack eventually decided that he needed to get himself and Alex to their room. It was nearly three in the morning.

“C’mon, Lex,” Jack urged, pulling Alex up by the arm. The older boy staggered a little and whined in protest, but he followed Jack to the elevator. He leaned against Jack when the elevator doors shut.

“You’re warm,” Alex commented.

“And you’re drunk,” Jack chuckled, putting an arm around him and leading him out of the elevator. They headed back to the room and Jack held his hand out. “Give me the room key.”

“I thought you had it,” Alex huffed, his voice slurred a little.

Jack shook his head, “You have it. Don’t make me reach into your pockets and get it myself.”

This made Alex grin, and he shrugged. “Go ahead.”

“I hate you,” Jack grumbled, reaching a hand into Alex’s back pockets. He found the key and pulled it out, unlocking the door. He and Alex walked inside and he shut the door behind him, setting the key down and walking over to his bag to find some different clothes to change into. As he pulled off his shirt, he felt two hands on his hips, and he gasped and turned around. “Alex, what the fuck are yo-”

Alex cut him off by kissing him harshly, hands running up and down Jack’s sides. Jack’s heart nearly exploded from his chest but he managed to pull away after a few seconds. Alex pouted, “Kiss me, dammit.”

“Why are you suddenly interested in kissing me?” Jack breathed.

“You’re sexy. I like you. I’m horny. Enough talking,” Alex responded simply, pushing their lips together again. This time he ran his tongue against Jack’s lips and Jack allowed him in. Why bother fighting him? Jack wanted this just as much as Alex did at the moment.

At some point during the kiss, Alex had managed to push Jack backwards onto one of the beds and was straddling his hips as they made out. Jack’s breath hitched in his throat when Alex ground down against him. Alex reached down to unzip Jack’s jeans, and that’s when Jack suddenly came to his senses.

“Alex, stop,” Jack said as he pulled away, out of breath. He grabbed onto Alex’s hands to prevent him from undoing his jeans.

“Why?” Alex whined, the word slurred.

Jack sighed, “You’re drunk. I’m not gonna let you hook up with me and regret it.”

“I want you,” Alex moaned, sounding both pitiful and sexy. Jack ignored that and shook his head.

“No.”

“Fine. Asshole,” Alex scowled at Jack and climbed off the bed, walking toward the door angrily.

Jack sighed and jumped up when Alex opened the door. “Alex, where are you going?” he called out, pulling a shirt over his head and walking out the door. Alex was just heading toward the stairs. Jack crossed his arms, standing in front of their hotel room. Alex would come back eventually. After a few seconds though, he heard a few thumps and then Alex cried out.

Jack groaned and jogged to the stairs, looking down and seeing Alex on the landing. The dumbass had fallen down the stairs. Jack staggered down and struggled to pick Alex up. “Put me down. I don’t want to go with you,” Alex snapped at him.

“Shut the fuck up,” Jack responded, slowly heading back up to their hotel room. He stumbled under Alex’s weight but managed to get to the room without falling or dropping Alex. He dropped Alex onto one of the hotel beds. “Go to sleep.”

“Come sleep with me,” Alex said, reaching for Jack’s ass and trying to grope at it.

Jack scowled, shoving Alex’s hands to his sides, “Stop it, Alex. You’re pissing me off.”

“You wouldn’t be telling me to stop if we were fucking,” Alex hummed suggestively, and Jack sighed heavily, rolling his eyes. He pulled the blankets over Alex and walked over to the other bed, curling up under the covers. He didn’t want to sleep in the same bed as Alex while he was acting like this. “Since you’re sleeping way over there, does that mean I can’t rape you in your sleep?” Alex asked.

“I’m going to go sleep in Rian and Zack’s room if you don’t quit it, Alex,” Jack grumbled, closing his eyes.

“Noo, stay here,” Alex whined. He was quiet for a few minutes before he said sleepily, “Night Jacky.”

“Goodnight, asshole.”