Victim
Before even meeting Genius everyone knew that he was smarter than they could ever hope to be, and so this was the trap his parents set before he was even born, much like the comedic tinge to Jack's own name. Little could be said against the names though, because they were fitting, to put it mildly: Genius was brilliant and Jack loped around after his friends with that goofy grin on his face.
But, in those rare moments of insight that came when Jack had time to absently stare into the fire, he thought theses names didn't just happen to apply to them, but these names actually made them. What choice did a good kid have but to live up to the ridiculous name his parents gave him? None, that's exactly right. If your name is Genius, and you are a complete dunce, life would be harder for you and we all take the path of least resistance, and therefore we all throw ourselves into this trap before we even know what it is.
Genius is a victim, and Jack knows this. Genius knows it too, but he'd never admit to his life being carved by someone else. When he looks down his nose at Jack and launches into a speech about the topic of the day (Jack always hopes it won't be the elves AGAIN), he sees the boy walking that line set out for him. He sees the conformity that Genius can't seem to shake off. The annoyed sigh that escapes before his eyebrows furrow and his tongue starts to wag, might as well scream for help, in Jack's opinion.
For weeks, months even, Jack thought this was Genius and all that the other boy had to offer. Now he wondered how he didn't think of anything else, because after all, the dumb grin and silly walk wasn't all that he had to offer.
When Genius began chucking bottles at his head and hurling vicious, creative obscenities at him, Jack knew there was hope and struggle in the man's veins yet, so all he could do was smile, knowingly, while glass shattered on the wall behind him. He fed off of conflict, practically searched it out at every turn (only that sort of crazy person sought battles he couldn't win). And this was a battle he couldn't win; he never would have thought that, since this weakling scholar would never have enough physical strength to best him.
However, when throwing bottles only made Jack's grin stretch, Genius stalked over, with all the ire of Mars himself, grabbed the boy's shoulders and, literally, smashed his lips against the other's. In shock, Jack simply stood there and couldn't believe he had underestimated this man, who obviously didn't fit his name and family, before taking the challenge in front of him, simply letting his hands settle around Genius' waist.
So, I wrote this when I woke up this morning, in 10 minutes. I hate it, but... I just had to get it out. I had been listening to the Hourly Radio last night and... I couldn't help myself.
I finally wrote Jack/Genius like I was planning, aren't you proud of me? Even if it sucks. Well, back to doing what I'm supposed to, like studying for class.