Okay, so I posted my story Forbidden love, as the starter chapter, but I think I've re-posted it and taken it down to many times, so I'm just gonna keep going. I was gonna post the one about hiccups first, but then I though... nah I'll do this one.

Also, all the chapters have no correspondence with one and other. For example, a character could be homophobic in one chapter (I.e: Jack's mum), but not in the next.

Here's mini chapter 2! Review, I don't give a damn about flames anymore. Jack/Jerry slash rocks :P

If you like it, there's more coming up. =)

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Title: Don't call me Jacky!

Summary: Nicknames can often be harsh, funny, or just plain embarrassing. Especially for Jack, seeing as his is Jacky, and his boyfriend Jerry loves baiting the tiger. Fortunately, Jack's got something in mind...


"Jacky, give me the remote!"

"Mum, will you please get Thomas to stop calling me Jacky!" Jack groaned to his mum, who was washing up in the kitchen, and chuckling to herself.

Thomas was Jack's little brother. With curly blond hair, blue eyes and a love for cartoons, he seemed all sweet and innocent to every one else who came round. But he had the annoying tendency to taunt Jack with his nickname, like a whole bunch of other people he knew. Jack knew they were only playing, and it was pure, harmless, fun, but he absolutely hated people calling him 'Jacky' because it sounded like a girls name. But Jack was also grateful it wasn't a harsh nickname.

"Jacky, why do you have so many trophies?" Thomas asked, teasing Jack again.

"Mum!" Jack called into the air, "he's doing it again!"

"Relax Jack, it's only a nickname," came his Mother's chuckling response.

"It sounds like I'm a girl," Jack huffed, folding his arms as a scowl formed on his face.

"Don't you have school?" his mum asked from the kitchen.

"In a few minutes," Jack responded, "Jerry's walking with me though."

Jack waited for the sigh from the kitchen. Once he heard it, Jack got up and went to the kitchen as fast as he could. His Mum always seemed to act different whenever Jerry was mentioned or in the house. Jack thought his Mum knew that they were dating, but if she did, she was very good at pretending not to know.

Jack knew his mum was funny about, or around gays, even though she kept insisting she wasn't homophobic. So Jack had to tread carefully whenever Jerry was mentioned or was in the house, as they both had a tendency to forget that they had to tone it down to friends.

Jerry's mum, Bonnie on the other hand, was well aware of the relationship, and was supporting them both like she had been from day one. One day out of the blue, Jerry had told Jack his mum knew about them. Bonnie was a bit surprised judging by what Jerry had said, but she had told her son, "As long as you're both happy, I'm happy."

Jack zapped himself out of his thoughts. "What's your problem with Jerry, mum?" he asked.

His mum sighed again. "I don't have a problem with him, he's just a little childish."

"Yeah mum," Jack rolled his eyes, "we're 14 and hormone crazed, or course he's going to be childish. And anyway-"

"Jacky! Jerry's here!" Thomas hollered from the living room.

"He calls me that one more time..." Jack muttered with a threatening glance towards the living room that had his mother chuckling.

He walked past Thomas, grabbed his bag and walked to the front door. When he opened it, Jerry was standing there. His brown hair was in it's usual bushy state, his was wearing his usual Job For Cowboys shirt, with black checkered jeans and trainers. Jack felt his stomach turn at the smirk on Jerry's face.

"So... Jacky huh?" he smirked playfully.

"Don't you get me started," Jack walked outside and shut the front door.

"Have you told your mum yet?" Jerry asked as they started walking to school.

"Nope," Jack popped the 'P', "I think she might be homophobic, so I am not taking any chances."

"You're gonna have to tell her eventually you know," Jerry said.

"I might just wait until she's fifty, old and on a heart monitor," Jack joked.

"It'd be like you tell her and then beep, beep, beeeeep," Jerry laughed, mimicking a flat line with his hand.

"Jerry!" Jack punched him in the arm, knowing he didn't mean it, "don't make me laugh, this is serious."

Jerry smiled and swung his arm around Jack's shoulders, pulling him into his side. "Okay I won't... Jacky."

"Don't call me Jacky!" Jack hissed in Jerry's ear.

"No promises on that one," Jerry smiled. Jack made a face at him and Jerry laughed.

Don't worry Jerry, I'll get my revenge soon enough, Jack thought with a smirk as they neared the school, or as Jerry liked to call it, Prison.


After school had finished, Jack grabbed his Karate bag from his locker and headed down to the Dojo. Rudy had organised a session for Jack and Jerry, seeing as Jerry was only a yellow belt and wanted to move up. Jack knew why Rudy had picked him to help train Jerry, it was because Rudy thought Jack was the best student. Although he wouldn't say it in front of anyone.

Once Jack got there, Rudy and Jerry were already inside, sat on the pile of mats discussing the tournament. To qualify for his green belt, Jerry had to win an event, so Jack would have to assess his strengths, and train Jerry on his weaknesses. Jack knew Jerry had a lot, but he was more than prepared to help his 'friend.' No-one at the Dojo knew about Jack and Jerry's relationship, so they had to tone down to friends, when no-one was around anyway.

"Hey Jack," Rudy greeted him as he walked inside, putting his bag by the mats. "I've gotta go so-"

"Where to?" Jack asked curiously.

"To Phil's, he needs my help. Said something about a bathroom?" Rudy said with a confused expression. Jack raised his eyebrow at his Sensei.

"His goat won't come out of the bathroom," Jerry elaborated, getting up from the mats and walking over to Jack.

"Ohh," Jack said as Rudy walked out the door.

"What did you do to Phil's goat?" he asked once Rudy was out of earshot.

"Nothing, it just had some bad falafel," Jerry said, putting on his innocent face. Jack remained skeptical.

"Okay, so what do you want to do in the tournament?" Jack asked, "I don't think nunchucks are a good idea, not after what happened last time."

"Aw..." Jerry sighed, but he knew Jack had a point. "Can you show me anyway?"

"Sure." Jack walked over to a rack, and selected a small pair of blue nunchucks, and walked back over to Jerry.

"Now pay extra close attention," Jack said, pretending to be serious.

"Okay Jacky," Jerry smiled.

"Call me that again and these..." Jack held up the nunchucks with a glare, giving them a little shake, "...Won't be the only things swinging in the air."

Jack held onto one end of the nunchuck and swung it around in the air a few times, building up momentum. He waited a few more times before doing a backflip, keeping the nunchucks spinning. Jack landed in the splits and jumped back up, spinning in the air and doing a spin kick. Then he landed neatly in a finishing position.

"That... was... awesome!" Jerry declared.

"Thank you very much," Jack did an Elvis Presley impression and smiled.

"What about sparring?" Jerry asked.

Jack thought for a moment before deciding that Jerry's technique could use work. "Sure, just help me get the mats out."

"Why?" Jerry asked.

"Because if I flip you over - and I will - it's not gonna hurt," Jack replied, pulling a mat from the pile and setting it down on the floor.

Jerry scoffed and went to get another mat. He set it down next to Jack's, and the process got repeated until there was a large square of mats, practically covering the entire floor, making a crash mat.

"Aww, you worried about me Jacky?" Jerry went over to Jack and put his arm around him.

"What did I say about calling me that?" Jack turned his head towards Jerry's, so their noses brushed together briefly, almost as if they were going to kiss. Jerry looked blank, so Jack elaborated.

"That'd you'd be swinging in the air," Jack grabbed Jerry's arm that was around him, and picked him up, carrying him over his shoulders. Jack spun Jerry around a few times before throwing him along the floor, watching his body land with a soft thump.

"See?" Jack smirked, feeling triumphant as he brushed his hands together. "I did tell you."

Jerry got up and blinked a few times before he staggered over to Jack, blindly clutching at his arm. Jack was reminded of a drunken man, but pushed the thought to his mind and gripped Jerry's hand and linked their fingers together as he recovered from his dizzy fit.

"You... have got to teach me that!" Jerry laughed.

"Nah I'm good, let's just spar," Jack said.

"Awww, but I want to see some more of your Ninja stuff," Jerry whined, giving Jack puppy dog eyes, but he wasn't falling for it.

"You will," Jack said, waiting for the perfect moment to carry out his revenge. "Trrrusssst me."

"You sound like that snake off of Jungle Book," Jerry commented and Jack sniggered.

"Yeah yeah, let's just spar already."

"Fine... Jacky," Jerry smirked.

"Now you're gonna get it," Jack growled, knowing exactly what 'it' would be.

They took up opposite sides on the mats and soon they were sparring. Jerry did a front kick to Jack's head, and he ducked, gripping Jerry's arm and ducking underneath it, flipping Jerry over. Jack waited for Jerry to get up, and then he did a 360 turn, sticking his leg out, taking Jerry's legs out in return, catching them between his own and keeping him pinned to the floor. Jack released Jerry's legs, and before he could get up, Jack pinned Jerry underneath him, putting his hands on his chest. Before Jerry could protest, Jack's mouth was on his in a ferocious kiss.

Jack kissed him harder and felt himself getting lightheaded after a few seconds as they both needed to breathe, but Jack wasn't done yet. As Jerry opened his mouth to get in some much needed air, Jack applied more pressure and slipped his tongue inside Jerry's mouth, tangling his fingers in his hair. As Jack thought about pulling away and breathing, he pressed his body against Jerry's, they were centimetres away from each other, when Jerry took Jack's bottom lip between his teeth, pulling him back down into the kiss. Jack whimpered quietly as Jerry drew blood and sucked on his lip.

When they finally broke away, both of them were panting heavily and slightly dizzy. Jack licked his bleeding lip and struggled to get his breath back. Jerry was practically intoxicated and went to kiss Jack, but he pulled his head up.

"You gonna stop calling me Jacky now?" He panted as Jerry brushed a strand of hair from his head, sliding his hand round to the back of Jack's neck.

"Maybe, maybe not," Jerry smirked.

"Hmmn..." Jack's voice trailed off as he bent down towards Jerry's throat and bit on his sensitive spot, sucking and nipping, confident Jerry wouldn't be calling him Jacky after Jack was done with his 'revenge.'

"How about now?" he asked Jerry, bringing his face level with his again.

"Okay then," Jack smirked as Jerry shook his head.

As Jack went for Jerry's throat again, he found himself being pushed over and they both rolled on the floor, Jerry ending up on top. He grabbed Jack firmly by his hair and slammed their lips together. Soon after, they were bruising them as they nipped fiercely at each other. Their teeth clashed as they fought for dominance between them. The possibility of getting caught was possible, seeing as Rudy was just down the road, but as soon as the thought hit both of them, they pulled apart, gasping for air.

"Jerry..." Jack barely whispered.

"Mhmmn?" e asked.

"Now can you stop calling me Jacky?" Jack asked.

"Okay," Jerry sighed. "It was fun while it lasted."

Jack smiled and reached up and kissed Jerry softly with a smile, knowing his 'revenge' had worked.