Kiss And Make Up
“Oh, hey.” Joe said in slight surprise as he opened his door to see Jack standing there.
“Hi.” The younger man replied, meeting his eyes only briefly before quickly looking away.
“Aren’t we a chatty bunch?” Conor proclaimed, pushing his younger brother into the flat.
“Shut up, Con,” Jack rolled his eyes, brushing off his brothers hand, looking down at the floor as he walked further into the flat.
“When have I ever listened to you?” Conor scoffed, “So, Joe! What’s on the books for tonight?”
“Huh?” Joe jumped out of his thoughts and back into the conversation, placing himself on the opposite side of the couch as Jack, who had yet to meet his gaze again. “Oh, right, I don’t really know. I think Mikey was planning most of it.”
“Where are the rest anyways?”
“No idea,” Joe shook his head, “You two are the first to arrive.”
“That’s surprising,” Conor let out a laugh, glancing over at Jack for his reaction, only to see him picking at a thread from the hole of his jeans at his knees.
As if sensing the tension, Conor’s eyes shifted between the other two men, noticing for the first time how they had barely interacted when usually by now, Jack was telling Joe the newest joke or story he had.
“I don’t know what you did,” Conor said, leaning towards Joe, “But please teach me.”
“How you got Jack to shut up for once in his life.”
Jack and Joe’s eyes snapped together for one brief moment before quickly darting away, their cheeks both flushing.
“I haven’t done anything.” Lies.
“I just don’t feel like talking,” Jack supplied. Another lie.
Joe knew things were going to be weird, he knew it from the moment he had woken up in bed next to Jack, both completely naked and sporting new love bites along their neck and collarbones.
There were only flashes of the night prior, breathy moans and warm lips, but his mind had supplied him with more than enough to realize what had occurred while both he and Jack were completely and utterly drunk.
They had hooked up.
Neither had known how to react when they woke up groaning with headaches, and so Joe had slipped out of bed and out of Jack’s flat, quickly making his way back to the solace of his own place, trying to process the fact that he had slept with one of his best mates.
One who happened to also be a guy.
This was not something to process with a hung over mind.
Now, hours later, Joe had yet to really process what had happened.
He and Jack hadn’t seen each other since this morning, nor had they talked about what happened, both silently agreeing to pretend it didn’t happen.
It would be easier that way.
They could simply move on from it.
Except as Joe sat there on the couch, avoiding looking over at Jack, he realized that maybe it would be harder to move on from than originally thought.
The awkward dance continued on for another week, the two forced together by the boys, but unable to say anything more than a stuttered hi or a mumbled goodbye.
Things had shifted between them, and there was no going back.
Joe began to wonder if Jack regretted it, if he wished it had never happened, brushing away the small pang of hurt at that thought. Because Joe didn’t like Jack, he didn’t want to have sex with him again.
Did he? No.
No, of course not.
He and Jack were just mates.
Mates that happened to have drunkenly hooked up once.
They would move past it.
Then it happened again.
Although this time both were nowhere near as drunk as the last time, but alcohol still coursed through their veins, mixing with lust as they clawed at each others clothes, lips against each others skin, gasping one another’s name into the darkened room.
And in the morning, it was Jack who slipped out of the room, out of Joe’s apartment, gaze locked to the floor.
Joe remained behind, throwing an arm over his face as he groaned, because he had gone and slept with one of his closest mates again.
He remembered everything; every touch, every kiss, every sensation of Jack on him. And while Joe was reluctant to admit it, he wanted it to happen again.
But it couldn’t. They couldn’t do it again.
The awkward tension returned full force, and the boys picked up on it this time, noticing that two members of their group, the two that used to be so close, were barely able to look at one another.
“Alright,” Josh stood up one night while they were all gathered around Joe’s, playing a few games of Fifa. “This needs to stop.”
“What does?” Joe asked, his phone tapping against his leg. He was distinctly aware of how close, and how far, Jack was sitting compared to him. And he was too aware of the fact that the younger man had barely even glanced in his direction since being pulled through the door, not even muttering a hello to Joe, his cheeks burning red.
“Whatever the hell is going on between you and Jack.” Josh answered, looking down at the two in question.
Joe felt his own cheeks grow warm, flashes of the nights with Jack appearing in his mind, but he shook them off, focusing on the present.
“Yeah, you two have been weird for a while now,” Oli commented as he and Caspar stood, joining Josh.
“It needs to be fixed. Having you two not talk is just not right.” Caspar explained, casting a worried glance between the two.
“Besides,” Conor continued, joining the others, “I’ve never once seen Jack this quiet. You two need to kiss and make up, so everyone can go back to being normal.”
“What?!” Jack finally spoke up, “What do you mean kiss and make up?” He nervously looked in Joe’s direction, but the older man had shifted his own gaze to his lap, his cheeks burning brightly.
“It’s a saying,” Conor drawled, rolling his eyes, “We just want you two to work your shit out. We’re going to go out and grab food, you two are going to stay here and kiss and make up,” He finished, smirking over at his younger brother.
“Just don’t kill each other!” Caspar called out as the boys filed out the door, leaving the two to sit in silence.
“No.” He stood abruptly, “We don’t have to talk about this.”
“Maybe we should?” Joe finally looked over at the other man, their blue eyes meeting, and this time, neither looked away.
“What do we talk about? The fact that we drunkenly hooked up? Twice!”
“There’s nothing else to say.” Jack crossed his arms tightly, but his eyes remained on Joe.
“Do you regret it?” Joe couldn’t help but blurt out, needing to know the truth.
“I…We were….No. No I don’t.”
“I, uhm,” Joe stood, running his fingers through his hair nervously, “I think I like you.”
“Do you regret it?”
“I just admitted to liking you, and you think I regret it?”
“I don’t know! I’m nervous!”
“Its fine if you don’t like me. If you want to pretend it didn’t happen. I’m sure we can eventually work past the weirdness.” Joe shrugged, trying to act like the words didn’t hurt him to say.
“Can we work past a different weirdness?” Jack asked softly.
“A different one?”
“Yeah, one that comes with two guys decided to date because they drunkenly hooked up twice and then realized that maybe they want it to be more than that?”
Joe blinked over at Jack, not expecting that as a response.
“I…I mean, uhm, yeah, I think we could work past that weirdness.”
“Only if you want to,” Jack said, stepping closer.
“I want to.” Joe replied, smiling as he shuffled towards Jack, “I really want to.”
“Oh thank gods,” Jack muttered, surging forward to pull Joe’s face towards his, their lips crashing together.
Joe sunk into the kiss, his arms moving around Jack as it deepened, the warm and familiar feeling spreading through his body as Jack’s tongue danced with his.
And when they parted, panting lightly, Joe let out a small laugh, “Thats one way to work past it.”
“Conor did say to kiss and make up.” Jack smirked.
“Hmm, very true. I don’t think we’ve quite made up yet though.”
“Yeah, I think we need to try again.”
“My thoughts exactly,” Joe mumbled, already pulling Jack back in for a kiss.
The boys were quite surprised to arrive back at Joe’s to discover that their two mates had taken Conor’s words quite literally.
Although Conor did have a knowing little smirk on his face, but Jack and Joe were too preoccupied to think much of it.