Joe had opted out of going out that night, even at the boys instance, but he shook them off, telling them he really needed a night off and plus he had to get some work done.
Jack had whined the loudest, claiming that he wanted his boyfriend to come out with him, that it wouldn’t be as fun, but Joe had rolled his eyes and told him that he was sure Jack would still have plenty of fun with the others, and they could spend all of the next day together.
With the promise of cuddles, Jack finally dropped it, leaving to go out with the other boys, and Joe sighed a breath of relief, knowing that he could get ahead on some of his work.
Now though, it was nearing three in the morning, and Joe was still awake waiting for Jack to come back home.
He had just finished his work a short while ago, and figured that the younger man would be making an appearance fairly quick. Yet time kept going, and there was no word from Jack, or any of the boys really. None of them had posted on Snapchat in the past couple hours, and the few messages Joe had sent to their group chat remained unread.
Waving it off as the boys simply having a good time, he decided to throw a movie on to kill some time until he either fell asleep on the couch or Jack stumbled through the door.
What he didn’t expect was a phone call from an unknown number at half three in the morning.
For some reason, Joe decided to answer it with a hesitant: “Hello?”
“Don’t freak out.” Jack’s rushed words hit him, “But I need your help.”
“What happened? Where are you? Is everyone okay?” The worry flooded Joe’s body as he jumped off of the couch, already searching for his shoes and keys.
“Everyone’s fine. But I may be in a little bit of trouble…”
“Jack, explain. Now!”
“I’m at the police station.” Joe froze, shoe in hand, staring in shock over at the wall.
“I’m sorry, babe. It’s a minor thing, but I need someone to come get me because I was drinking. And the boys can’t do it because they were drinking too. And now the nice officer is giving me a look, so I think I’m out of time, but can you please come get me?” Jack finished, sounding hopeful.
“You bloody idiot,” Joe muttered, putting his shoe on, “Which one are you at?”
Once the location was determined, Joe hung up and called for a car, sending a quick and stern message to the boys in their group chat before heading outside for his car.
The ride from his place to the station is long, and Joe’s worry only churns in his stomach as his knee bounced, fingers tapping against it.
What in the world did Jack do?! Why did he have to be so bloody stupid!
“Thanks,” Joe told the drive before slipping out of the car, glancing up at the looming building. Taking in a breath, he headed for the entrance, pulling the heavy door open.
The place is fairly empty, but then he reminded himself that it is about four in the morning on a Saturday night, and he smiled over at the cop watching him from reception.
“Hi, my boyfriend got brought in…Jack Maynard?”
“Just take a seat, dear,” The older woman replied, “We’ll be with you in a moment.”
Nodding, he glanced across the room behind her before taking a seat, his nerves causing his knee to bounce once again.
Nearly ten minutes pass before he’s called up, and the charges are explained, to which Joe inwardly groans because his boyfriend is a right idiot, and then once everything is settled, he’s told that Jack will be released in a few minutes if he’ll just take a seat again.
Except this time he can’t sit, and so he began to pace, chewing on the top of his thumb as he waited.
At the sound of a door buzzing open, Joe spun around, staring at the doorway Jack appeared from, grinning sheepishly over at him.
“You bloody idiot.” Joe shook his head, “Let’s go.” He turned and headed for the doors that lead to outside, knowing that Jack will be on his heels.
“Joe, please, I’m sorry!”
“You’re sorry?!” Joe faced Jack once they were on the sidewalk, “You scared the shit out of me!”
“What were you thinking anyways?! Getting naked in public!”
“I was drunk. And stupid. And dared.”
“Don’t you even try to blame the boys for this,” Joe poked Jack in the chest, glaring at him, “This is on you. On your record too, you idiot.”
“It’ll get waved,” Jack grabbed Joe’s hand lightly, twisting their fingers together, “Just like the last arrest.”
“I just…what were you thinking!”
“I wasn’t, and I’m sorry.” Jack wrapped his free arm around Joe, pulling him closer, “But thank you for coming to bail me out.”
“I should have left you there.” Joe muttered, the anger already fading.
“You didn’t though.” Jack grinned down at him, leaning in for a kiss, but Joe turned his head quickly. “Wha-?”
“No. No kisses. No sex. No cuddles tomorrow. We’re going home and I’m going to sleep.” Joe stepped back and out of Jack’s arm, heading for the car that just pulled up. “Get in.”
“You’re cruel.” Jack muttered, climbing into the car.
“And you’re an idiot who got arrested. Deal with it.” Joe replied, climbing in behind him.