Thank you for the reviews for the last chapter, I wasn't expecting crazy amounts (I don't with my slash ones). If you like my little oneshots, keep a look out on my profile, because I've got some proper story's coming up about Jack/Jerry they're called: Kill or be Killed and Dangerous Love. So you lovers of Jack/Jerry, have something else to read while you're waiting for updates on this story: =P
Also, can anyone spot The Vampire Diaries reference in this chapter?
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Title: I'm mad at you because I love you
Summary: Something's going on with Jack, and Jerry is determined to find out.
Jack...where was he?
Jerry looked around frantically for his friend. He'd been missing for five days. Everyone had ruled out the possibility that Jack could have left Seaford, as he didn't have a passport. Jerry didn't even know why Jack was so upset. But Jack was Jack and he hardly shared secrets with anyone, only Jerry at the best of times, and what he'd told him about himself was barely anything, and Jerry knew that.
"Jack!" he called out, running down the school's hallway, heading to the boiler room. No-one had used it in years, so the door was probably locked, but if anyone could find a way in, Jack was the man to do it.
The boiler room was the only place left that Jerry could think of. Jack had to be there. Dead or alive, Jerry needed to know Jack was alright. He opened the boiler room's door and no-one was there, but the door opened easily, and felt looser. Jerry suspected Jack had kicked it open. Jack was always like that whenever he was upset or angry.
Jerry looked frantically around the room. To his frustration, Jack wasn't there. But a door in the back corner caught his eye. The door was shut, but the lock was dangling off. If Jack wasn't in there... Jerry didn't want to think what would have happened to Jack.
Jerry put his hand on the door. It was cold. Instant relief rippled throughout his body. He'd started sweating from the amount of miles he'd ran trying to find his friend. Once he was inside, Jerry noted the familiar mop of brown hair lay on the ground.
He gasped, and ran over to him. Jack was unmoving, his mouth slightly ajar, and Jerry couldn't tell if he was breathing. But what scared him the most, was a large knife with blood at the tip, and some pills scattered across the floor.
The blood wasn't Jack's... was it?
Jerry put his ear next to Jack's mouth and looked at his chest. His hot breath was on his ear, faint, but there. Jack's chest was moving just slightly. Jerry propped him upward against his chest and held onto him gently, like he was afraid to let him go. Jerry knew why Jack came in here; he could be away from everyone else. But he was as good as dead if Jerry didn't get him out of there.
"Jack! Jack! Are you okay?" Jerry lifted Jack up slightly so he could look at him. He felt relief wash over him as Jack's eyes flittered open and he coughed quietly.
"J...Jerry?" Jack moaned quietly, his voice practically inaudible.
"Yeah, it's me. Don't try to talk too much alright," Jerry put Jack's body down gently and sat next to him. Jack blinked, but then closed his eyes. He was weak, and he slouched against his friend.
"Headache- jeez it's hot in here," Jack choked out, gripping Jerry's arm as he sat up. It was only then Jerry realised Jack was in his jeans. Shirtless.
"Jack, as much as I love seeing you with no shirt..." Jack raised his eyebrows at Jerry as he teased him, "...You need to come with me, everyone's worried sick about you."
"Yeah, well- Nobody cares about me anymore and I was boiling in here so can you blame me?" Jack defended himself. Jerry grinned.
"What!" Jack demanded, folding his arms.
"You're cute when you're angry," Jerry chuckled, tapping Jack's nose.
"Are you dizzy or something?" Jack asked with a nervous laugh, trying not to let Jerry see the blush which forming on his face. Jerry had said he was cute.
Jack was snapped out of his thoughts as Jerry began unbuttoning his shirt. "What are you doing?!" his voice raised an octave and Jerry's grin became sly as he finished unbuttoning his shirt. Jack felt himself getting hotter than he already was as he looked at Jerry's chest.
"Like what you see?" Jerry sniggered. Jack blushed slightly.
"No," he scoffed, lying.
"You're blushing!" Jerry accused him lightly.
"I am not," Jack shook his head, refusing to admit it.
"Mh-hmm," Jerry's voice was skeptical as he put his arm around Jack's shoulders. When Jerry's flesh met his, blazing fires exploded all over Jack's pale skin.
"Are you gonna tell me what's wrong with you?" he asked, making sure Jack didn't move away.
"No," Jack shook his head and felt himself get dizzy and he lost all feeling in his body, falling sideways, with Jerry catching him craftily pinning Jack's body underneath his.
"Jerry!" Jack grunted in frustration as he grabbed his arms and pinned them above his head, pressing his full weight on Jack's fragile body. "Let me up!"
"Are you going to tell me what's wrong now?"
"No," Jack was stubborn.
"Then I'm not gonna let you up," Jerry smirked. He leant down to Jack's ear and turned slightly. "And anyway, I've got ways of making you tell me."
Jerry bit Jack's earlobe hard, hearing Jack gasp in surprise, and placed an open mouth kiss on the soft spot under it, he smiled as Jack shivered. Jerry ran the tip of his tongue up Jack's ear, tracing it. He came to Jack's cheek and swirled his tongue on it, all the while Jack was trying to keep his composure.
"Jerry..." Jack's voice sounded in a weak protest.
"Are you gonna tell me what's wrong now?" he asked, innocently circling his nail on Jack's chest, he couldn't help but smile as Jack whimpered quietly.
"I'm mad," Jack said quietly.
"Why?" Jerry asked.
Jack was silent.
He gasped suddenly as Jack felt Jerry kissing, nibbling and sucking along the soft parts of his chest. Jerry's tongue slowly trailed up from Jack's stomach, to the start of his chin in one lick. Jack swallowed hard as Jerry ran his tongue in lazy patterns, softly biting the moistened skin occasionally.
Jack felt his eyes roll as a soft moan emerged from his mouth. Jerry's tongue continued to swirl around his skin. Jack bit down on his bottom lip as a quiet whimper came from the back of his throat. Jerry continued to lick and suck with determination as Jack's resolve began crumbling.
"Stop it," Jack whimpered as Jerry's tongue rolled against his bottom lip.
"Why are you mad?" Jerry asked, panting slightly.
"Because I love you," Jack whispered quietly.
"What was that?" Jerry asked. He knew what Jack had said, but he needed to be sure. He loved Jack, but he didn't want to tell him. But it seemed like Jack was trying the same thing.
"I'm mad at you because I love you," Jack said a little louder.
"Well I don't know why you're mad, because I love you too," Jerry helped his friend up into a sitting position.
"Really?" Jack asked.
Jerry nodded. "Ever since I first met you and saw you take out the Black Dragons at school."
Jack blushed again, not trying to hide it this time. "Thanks. You really wanna know why I was mad at you?"
"Uh huh," Jerry said.
"I saw you talking to Kelsey, and I got jealous, and I was annoyed that I couldn't tell you how I felt about you, and I lost it and tried to kill myself... but I didn't bring enough pills, and I chickened out and couldn't stab myself," Jack admitted.
"Come here," Jerry opened his arms and Jack accepted his hug, nuzzling into Jerry's neck.
"I'm sorry," Jack whispered.
"Don't be," came Jerry's response, "but I'm not worth dying for."
"You are to me though," Jack said, blushing again. "Man I've gotta stop blushing," he muttered quietly.
"It's cute though," Jerry smiled, "like you."
Jack blushed an even deeper red and laughed, "I'm not cute."
"Yeah you are," Jerry said. "I love you."
"I love you too," Jack whispered.
