Jack Meets The Parents
“What if he hates me?”
Joe’s eyes leave the road in front of him for a second to look over at Jack, confusion etched across his face.
“Why the hell do you think he’s going to hate you?!”
“I don’t know, he just will!” Jack replies, nervously brushing his fingers through his hair.
“I’ve told you multiple times—“
“I know, that he won’t hate me. But what if he does?”
“I mean really, isn’t that how it goes? The dad always hates the boyfriend! They threaten to kill them or some shit.”
Joe feels his lips twitch slightly, laughter resting at the tip of his tongue, “Are you really comparing you meeting my dad to some cheesy chick flick?”
“Come on, babe,” Glancing over at the man sat next to him, Joe reaches out to place his hand over Jack’s, “My dad isn’t going to hate you. And I’m not some teenage girl bringing her boyfriend home for the first time.”
“The only difference between us and the movies is that you aren’t a teenage girl.” Jack flips his hand over under Joe’s, their fingers lacing together as he chews on his bottom lip.
“And that my dad won’t hate you.”
“You don’t know that!”
“We aren’t even seeing him for a few hours,” Joe laughs, “We’re going to have lunch with my mum!”
“But mum’s always love the boyfriends.” Jack points out, letting his head fall back against the headrest as he turns to study Joe’s profile, “So I’ll be fine.”
“Well I was thinking you should be more worried about my mum than my dad, but you just worry about whoever you want to.”
“Wait, what?!” Jack’s eyes widen, “You never said that!”
“Because I didn’t want you to be scared!”
“Well good going!”
“We’re here!” Joe announces happily, pulling into a parking stall, letting out a small laugh at the petrified look on Jack’s face. “Let’s go, babe.”
“Just kill me now…” The younger man mumbles as they climb out of the car.
“Oh, this was so lovely, boys!” Tracey grins at her son and his boyfriend, “I’m so glad you finally convinced Joe to let me meet you, Jack.”
“Convince me?!” Joe splutters, “He was the one avoiding it!”
“Nonsense,” Jack scoffs, “You’ve been keeping your mum from me. And I have no idea why, she’s a wonderful woman.”
“That’s nice, dear,” Tracey pats her son’s shoulder, facing Jack, “And now you two are off to meet Graham?”
“Yeah,” Jack’s charm falters for a second as his nerves return, “We’re staying there tonight.”
“Jack’s convinced dad’s going to kill him or threaten him, because you know,” Joe rolls his eyes, “I’m a teenage girl from a chick flick.
“Don’t worry, sweetie,” Tracey assures Jack, “You’ll be fine. You won me over, and I’m the difficult parent.” Winking at the boys, she turns to head for her car, “Don’t wait so long to call me next time, Joseph!”
“Yes, mum,” He replies, “Thanks for lunch!”
“You’re welcome! Love you!”
“Love you too!” Joe calls back before facing Jack, who has a smile on his lips, “What?”
“You’re cute with your parents.”
“Shut up,” The older man blushes, shoving at Jack’s arm.
“Awww, now you’re blushing! You’re so cute, babe!”
“Jack!” Joe complains as he’s pulled against his boyfriends body, arms wrapped around him, “Let me go!”
“You can’t get out of meeting my dad.”
“Dammit,” Jack mumbles, his arms falling from around Joe, “It was worth a try.”
“So. You’re Jack.” Graham greets the boys at the front door, his arms crossed against his chest, a stern look on his face.
“Uhm, yes?” Jack answers, fear flooding his body, “I mean, yes. That’s me. Sir.”
“Hm.” The older Sugg remains serious as he stares over at Jack, who realizes he’s forgotten how to breathe. It isn’t until he hears laughter coming from behind him that he remembers how to get oxygen into his lungs, and he turns around to see Joe bent over laughing.
“Oh my gods,” Joe gets out between giggles as he stands up, wiping a tear away from the corner of his eye, “You fell for it.”
“What?!” Jack looks back at Graham quickly, to see a smile growing on his face, chuckling lightly.
“Joe may have sent me a message saying how nervous you were,” Graham shrugs, “Figured it was worth teasing you.”
“I hate you Suggs,” Jack mutters to himself.
“That was too good,” Joe shakes his head, slipping his hand into Jack’s to tug him into the house, “Come on, babe. Dad’s got drinks inside.”
Hours later, the two climbed the stairs to Joe’s old bedroom, tired from the long day.
“That wasn’t too bad, was it?” Joe asks softly as he closes the door behind him.
“Maybe you were right earlier,” Jack admits, letting himself fall onto the bed, “It wasn’t that bad.”
“They both love you,” Joe scoffs, “Unsurprising though.”
“I know, I am pretty charming.”
“Among other things,” Jack grins, tugging Joe down on top of him. “I can list them if you want.”
“Considering it’ll only take a second?” The older man teases, “Sure.”
“I already know how amazing you are, you idiot,” Joe laughs, placing a swift kiss on Jack’s lips, “You don’t need to list anything.”
“I’m amazing, am I?”
“You have to be if my parents liked you.”
“They just know their son has good taste in people.”
“Yes, that must be it.”
“Hmm, glad you agree.” Jack lifts his head enough to kiss Joe again.