A/N: I have no idea where I got this idea, but somewhere I saw a mention of possible Jack/Stark fic, and it got the wheels in my head turning. I think they´d be cute together, but not necessarily very good, so that´s where this story stems from. The chapters(four so far) are fairly short, and they´re not very detailed, but I guess that could be because I haven´t read HoN for a while and I don´t want to risk writing out of character(at least not too much). But, enjoy, and please review!
"Look, I want to believe you´re telling the truth, Stark, but knowing you it´ll be one of those things that you won´t be able to change," Jack said firmly and slammed the door to their dorm room shut.
"Jack, come on! Let me in!" Stark practically begged on the other side of the door, but with no result. "I was practicing! I forgot the time," he tried to explain once more how he could have missed their 6 month anniversary dinner.
"You always forget the time," came a muffled reply from inside the room.
"Jack..." Stark moaned and slid down against the door. As he was pretty certain it wasn´t going to open anytime soon he felt comfortable sitting with his back heavily leaned against it. He knew he was practicing with his bow and arrows too much. It already took up two thirds of his life. But he was getting good. In fact, he was getting very good. And it was becoming harder and harder to focus on anything else. Even his schoolwork was suffering. Breathing a deep sigh, he got up and shot the closed door a final look, before he headed down to his training space once more. If Jack couldn´t ultimately forgive him, he´d have to apply for a change of rooms. He was not looking forward to that.
-HoN-
Stark grimaced as he missed the target of his arrows all together. He supposed this whole thing with Jack was upsetting him more than he thought. He was feeling guilty. But then again it had only been a dinner. Shouldn´t Jack have been able to forgive him for such a trivial thing? He decided to for once put his boyfriend before his arrows, and see if it made a difference. He headed to the common room, where he knew Jack would be, probably watching TV with some of their friends.
"Jack?" He inquired when he got there. Jack looked up at him with his blue-grey eyes. Judging eyes. Remind me again why I´m doing this? "I need to speak with you," he said, a more or less half-hearted attempt to tear the other boy away from his two best friends, Heath and Erik.
Jack got up slowly and made his way towards him. He guided them out of the room and into a secluded part of the corridor. "What?" Jack asked slightly softer than Stark had expected.
"I´m sorry, ok?" he said genuinely. "I´m letting my training take up too much space."
"Damn right you are," Jack snapped, only to pull himself back after a harsh look from Stark. He wasn´t taking any more shit than he deserved. "Sorry."
Stark didn´t want to reply with another apology, so instead he did what he knew got a pleasant result – he leaned in towards Jack and placed a delicate kiss on his soft lips. Jack suddenly pressed him against the wall, one hand on his waist, one tangled into his hair. "Jack," Stark murmured before shifting their positions so that he was pinning the slightly smaller teenager against the wall.
When they both found they needed to breathe, they broke the kiss and Jack suggested they reconvened in their room. "I do need you," Stark said as he lead them both back into their small excuse for a home.