He was smiling. Smiling like an idiot and he couldn't stop.

Okay, so maybe he was a little bit more drunk than he would care to admit, but most of the things coming out of his mouth was the god damned truth. Isn't it just extremely annoying how no one believes that as soon as you smell like a little booze?

Jack certainly thought it was. But if Kim believed what he said or not, it still didn't change the fact that her head still rested on his chest even after he let go. That's what kept him smiling. Of course, her boobs pressing against him could also be a contributing factor.

"Did you-"

"Please, stop talking." Kim interrupted, sounding smothered. "Your breath still stinks."

"Okay." He chuckled at her honesty.

He sat up, reached over to his nightstand and pulled out a pack o' gums. Kim hummed in approval as he put one in his mouth. He chewed a few times before speaking again.

"Better?" He asked her and she sniffed the air around him.

"By far." She smiled. "You were about to say..?"

Jack looked dumbfounded for a second as he was trying to put the gums back in the drawer. A little square-shaped foil package had found its way out and was now resting on his covers. It probably caught more of his attention then it should have, but he thought back to the promise he had made only minutes before. He wanted to help her relax... In his intoxicated state of mind, he felt like he owed her one from the night before. Maybe the little package could prove itself useful? After all... safety first.

He turned back to her with a sly grin on his face and eyed her up and down again. She shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. Yeah, this wasn't going to work unless she had had a little more to drink to calm her nerves. He knew her that well. But how was he going to put that delicately? "Kim, could you drink some more so you wont protest when I try to fuck you because I know you secretly want it?" Hmm,.. no. More delicate that that.

"Hello? Earth to Jack?" Kim waved her hand in front of his blank face.

"Huh?" Jack mumbled in response, back in reality.

"You were gonna say something before, until I cut you off..." She said, studying his face. "You wanna finish your sentence?"

"Umm..."

Jack had completely forgotten what he had been meaning to say before. How was he going to finish a sentence that he couldn't even remember starting?

"'Did you...?' was all you said." Kim tried to help him get back on track.

"Did you?" He repeated, not recalling what he had meant to say but wove his new purpose into the question. "Right, did you... mean it when you said you didn't want to party?"

Kim looked taken aback. Maybe she didn't think he had been listening when she whispered it to Eddie. But he had heard it.

"Oh, that." She started, sounding like she had been caught redhanded sneaking sweets from the cookie jar. "It was just... I-I didn't really mean it, no. I just didn't want Eddie to feel bad for making me take care of you."

"'Making you'?" Jack echoed, arching an eyebrow.

"N-not that I wasn't happy to help!" She retorted and it felt more and more like she was stumbling over her own words. "I am, of course!"

He smirked, feeling like he had pushed the poor girl hard enough. He was afraid that she was going to collapse underneath all those nerves. Boy, she needed a drink. Fast.

"Okay, well happy-to-help, could you go find Eddie for me and send him down here? I need to talk to him, if yeh don't mind." He tried sounding as polite and proper as possible, keeping his slurring to a minimum. "Then you can continue the party as you wish."

Kim looked hurt for a second before quickly covering it up with an act of nonchalance as she turned her head around to slide off the bed.

"Absolutely, no problem." She sighed, adjusting her skirt once more.

"But I'll see you later, Kimmie." Jack added, jiggling his brows at her as she gave hi a glance over her shoulder. "Count on that."

He saw a blush rise on her cheeks and confusion appear on her face, but she shook it off and left him alone in his room.

Jack knew it would be ten minutes tops before Eddie arrived. He took the time to rub the intoxication out of his eyes and twirl his head around a bit, which only made him more dizzy and almost made him puke again. Grabbing hold of the nightstand, he fought to keep what little content he had in his stomach down. He drank some of the water Kim had brought him and sat back against his headboard.

Just in time for the door to reopen and for Eddie's head to pop inside. The deafening sound of the music escaped into the bedroom and Jack recognized the song. It was one of the requested ones he had put down on the list for the DJ. Oh, he just wanted to dance now.

"Hey mate." Eddie grinned, showing signs of alcohol consumption. "Kim said you needed me."

"Yeah come on in." Jack nodded for him to close the door behind him.

Eddie took a seat on the bed, prepared to hear what he had to say. Jack cleared his throat and tried to sober up his voice so he wouldn't slur (he didn't want to say this more than once).

"Can you.. make sure that Kim... gets something to drink?" He smirked, not being able to keep a straight face. "But, you know... not too much?"

"She's not enjoying herself, is she?" Eddie guessed, not seeming surprised at all.

"Not really, no." Jack moved his head slowly from side to side.

"Her control-freak ability is becoming more and more obvious as time goes by." Eddie sighed. "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on her.

"Good."

Jack got up carefully to see if he was fit enough to stand on his own legs, which oddly enough he could handle without difficulty. He gave Eddie a grin.

"Feeling better?" He asked.

"Strangely enough, yeah."

He blinked his eyes a few times and smiled again.

"I think I'll be able to join you in a few." He stated and dug a hand through his hair. "Just gimme a moment to freshen up."

"Yeah, see you upstairs then." Eddie chuckled, got up and left.

Jack smiled for himself as he cautiously walked over to his bathroom, hit the lights and caught his reflection in the mirror. He didn't look half as bad as he had expected to, which was a real comfort. With a relieved sigh, he washed off his face, redid his hair and applied another touch of cologne.

He was well aware of the fact that Kim had been deeply offended when he asked her to leave, but really it was the only way he could help her relax. Their conversation on his bed just moments before had been somewhat... awkward from her side. Then again, he couldn't blame her behavior if she remembered what had happened the night before. It would be just like her to try to act like it never happened.

Jack had had enough of it. In his drunken state of mind, his inhibitions were failing. He wanted to tell her how he felt – for real – and not keep up the dull facade just so it wouldn't be tension in the air around the group of friends. It didn't matter what they thought about the issue. The only thing that mattered was him and Kim.

He took one last look at himself. The decision was made. In a single breath, he came out of the bathroom, crossed over his bed and climbed the stairs to rejoin his party guests.

Walking through the living room out the backdoor, he made his way to the bar where he was welcomed by Joshua.

"Jackie!" He smiled as he served up a Cosmo to a redhead over the counter. "I thought you were out for the night."

"Ah no way man!" Jack grinned as he shook his head. "A bit of rest and a little water and the life of the party is back on track!"

"Hey birthday boy."

A purring, seductive voice made Jack turn around to face a blonde girl from their school. She would have been kind of cute if she hadn't been pouting so much with her mouth and pushing her boobs together. He realized it was the same girl that was usually all over him at school, she had even appeared at some of his matches and once she even brought him a balloon – which Kim totally smashed for some reason. But for the life of him, he couldn't remember her name!

"Hey... you." He managed, thinking he had made a pretty good save. "Nice to see you."
"Happy birthday, Jackie." The girl said in the same tone. "Now, come dance with me!"

Before Jack could have any say in the matter, the girl had leeched herself to his arm and pulled him with her onto the dance floor. She made her way through the crowd until they got to the center of attention where everyone had made a little hole and formed a ring around it. The girl (Jack wanted to say.. Peggy?.. Lisa? Yeah, let's call her Lisa) forced him into it and put herself in front of him. Jack had to blink several times before he could see what she was doing.

"Come on, Jack." Lisa purred into his ear as she reached her arms around his neck. "Show me those sweet moves o' yours."

There was no time for Jack to react to this, since just seconds after the words slipped her lips, Lisa turned around and started grinding his crotch to the beat of the music. She grabbed his hands and pushed them down onto her hips, forcing him to follow her every move.

Jack wanted to tell her no, that he wasn't interested and that she should leave him alone. But his body was contradicting his mental will, besides... he found it a lot harder than it probably should have been to form a sentence as his lips felt numb.

Against his will - despite all the struggle - he felt himself get hard inside his boxers, the crotch of his jeans becoming more and more constricting.

"Seems like Jack Jr wants to play." Lisa grinned over her shoulder at him and pushed against his chest.

Something about that statement felt oddly familiar. Someone had called it that before, but in a completely different voice and scenario. Jack cleared his mind as best he could to try and remember who had said it, and when. More specifically, he was trying to remember so he could assure himself that it wasn't Lisa because if it had been her... yuck. He didn't even want to consider the thought. She was cheap. And gross. And used. By every senior at Seaford - possibly a teacher here and there. Just... yuck.

But he knew the girl had been blonde. And she had been talking to Eddie, and had fallen through Jack's front door. Last night. He felt like the answer would stumble upon him at any mi-

"Hey! What the-?!"

Pulled out of his thoughts by an elbow in the ribs, Jack spun around in aggravation to face the idiot.

"Oh, you're back on yer feet!"

The "idiot" turned out to be Kim, clutching a bottle of raspberry cider so hard that her knuckles had turned white. Though Jack had somewhat sobered up, Kim seemed to be totally wasted. Her eyes were glazed and her eyelids looked heavy. She put the bottle to her lips and took a huge gulp before giving him a drunken grin.

"Jack! What are you doing?" Lisa sounded angry as she came up beside him.
"Taylor?" Kim blurted out in surprise, spitting out a good amount of cider in the process.

THAT was her name! Taylor... Jack tasted the name for a while as the girls started bickering.

"What are YOU doin' here?" Kim asked her.
"Funny, I was gonna ask you the same." Taylor retorted quickly.
"Me? Are you kidding? Jack an I have been friends ever since he came to Seaford! What's your explanation?"
"... Jack and I share something special." Taylor said, sounding discouraged.
"Like what?! Not being able to hold your liquor? At least HE doesn't rub his genitals against everything that moves!" Kim antagonized her.

Jack returned to reality when he noticed Kim raising her voice.

"Oh yeah? Well he seems to like it, don't you Jack?" Taylor grinned at Kim as she cocked he head towards the bulge in Jack's pants.
"Ehm... "
"He's drunk!" Kim snorted. "I could rub a dead pig against him and THAT would make his pants pop! AND it would be way more attractive than you"

Jack had a problem wrapping his head around all of this. His mind seemed to be extremely slow. It didn't make sense... Why would Kim rub a dead animal against him? That is gross! Sometimes, he wasn't really the expert on girls that he claimed to be.

He glanced over at Taylor, who was seemingly boiling with rage, her face turned crimson. Repeatedly, she opened and closed her mouth, wanting to say something equally as demeaning but came up short.

"Cat got your tongue, sweet cheeks?" Kim smirked, grabbed a hold of Jack's arm and walked away.

When they came up to the bar again, Kim ordered a drink from Caithe and put a beer in Jack's hands. It was amazing that she could still stand up, Caithe told Jack as Kim downed her drink in one single swig. Apparently, she had been going hard ever since she left his bedroom. Good, then Eddie had done his job. But now it was becoming too much.

"Ehm, Kim?" He said when she asked the bartender for more.
"What?" She answered sharply.
"Maybe you should take it easy, love." Caithe butted in and gave her a look of compassion.
"Why?" Kim raised her brows in irritation. "It's a party, right? And what do you do at parties? You get fucking wasted, that's what."

She reached over the bar and took a bottle of Cointraue. Caithe gave Jack a worried look. Jack himself was overwhelmed by Kim's use of profanities. He had never heard her talk like that. It felt wrong.

Feeling like she had had enough, he tried to remove her from the party with one single phrase:

"Kim?" Jack tried again. "Come with me, would you?"
"Can I bring the bottle?" She asked, eyes in suspicious slits, looking as if she wouldn't take no for an answer.
"Yeah. Fine... Whatever."

Jack gave Caithe a nod, grabbed a hold of Kim's shoulders and piloted her in front of him into the house and down the stairs, back to his bedroom.

Well inside with the door closed behind them, he sat her down on the bed and crouched in font of her.

"What's up?"

Kim glanced at him slowly. At first it didn't seem like she was going to answer. Then she slumped her shoulders and sighed.

"Taylor was right." She mumbled. "At least you were paying attention to HER..."
"What?"
"You didn't even see me."
"How could I? You were standing behind me." Jack explained, telling the truth.
"Still, though."

She pulled a sad face and leaned back. Jack caught the bottle before she spilled it all over herself and took a few swigs. He needed the courage if he was going to tell her the truth. Climbing up beside her, he drank a little more before speaking up.

"Kim. I would never... I mean I..." Another jug. "Look, you don't get it. I really, really..."

She turned over on her side, facing away from him.

"Can you at least look at me?" Jack chuckled at her grumpy, childlike attitude.

He reached over and rested a hand on her hipbone, feeling his head swoon slightly from the movement. Man, he was slipping in and out of the fuzziness faster than he could manage.

"You know, it really ain't fair to tease me like this." He said as a matter of fact, tugging at the hem of her skirt which was so far up that it almost exposed her bum. "A guy might loose his senses over a sight like that."
"Oh shut up." Kim said, but turned around towards him, letting him catch the smirk that played on her lips.
"Seriously, Kimmie." Jack took another swig and passed her the bottle.
"Is it bothering you?" She taunted and tossed her hair back as she drank.

Her actions exposed the bare skin on her neck and chest. Jack followed its flow down to the top lining of her shirt, where - much to his dismay - he could see no further. He felt drawn to her, her scent penetrating his nostrils and clouding his already fuzzy mind.

He couldn't prevent his actions even if he wanted too. Bending down towards her, he placed a kiss on her chest. A soft moan fell from Kim's lips, causing a twitch in Jack's pants. Despite his drunken state of mind, he could feel desire tugging him closer and closer to her, lust swelling inside of him like a huge balloon.

Jack tipped her over on her back and got on top of her, resuming his kisses and trailing them further down her chest. His hands fell on her hips and hastily caressed their way up her sides, underneath her shirt and forced it over her head. Kim complied quickly. She seemed just as frustrated over the clothes as he was, because as soon as her shirt was gone, she started pushing his off as well. If Jack hadn't been so hungry for her, he would have smiled at her sudden impatience.

He helped her pop the buttons of his shirt and removed the white tank top he wore underneath. She stopped dead in her movements as soon as it came off. Jack was breathing heavily, studying her face to find out what was wrong. Where he had expected to find doubt, he saw a fire of desire of which the likes he had never seen before. Not in her, at least. He saw a small amount of it last night, but this was nothing like it. If someone had told him this would happen a week ago, he would have laughed his ass off. Kim wasn't that kind of girl. She was never openly showing physical attraction towards anyone.

But now she was on his bed, hair sprawled out across it, biting her lip, staring at his abs... and wanting him badly. He knew it. She knew it. It just became obvious when her small hands reached up and stroke his stomach gently, as if making sure it wasn't a dream.

Her hands were a bit cold and cause goosebumps to rise on Jack's skin, partially from the simple touch. He swallowed hard, leaned over her and kissed her lips. For how many years had he wanted to do that? How many times had he dreamt about it? And how many times had he been so close only to be interrupted seconds before?

He finally managed to do it. It was the kiss he had been waiting for, the one he had dreamt about, and he never wanted it to end.

One of his hands dug its way underneath her back and unhooked her bra. He could feel Kim smiling through the kiss. Good. He wasn't out of line. She unhinged it from her arms and Jack did the honor of tossing it on the floor.

Her breasts... were beautiful. He would go as far as saying that it was the most beautiful sight in the world. He gathered them up in his hands and suddenly his pants felt like they were going to explode. His breath hitched as he massaged them gently, getting another moan out of her. Kim leaned her head back and pushed her chest out. Jack attacked her neck again and nibbled at her collarbone before gradually moving down to her breasts.

"Ah!" Kim exclaimed as Jack bit her nipple, a wave of lust rolling through her veins.

He was a wild animal, his hunger only growing stronger the further they got into it. He ran his hand up her inner thigh, under her skirt and stroke the thin fabric of her lingerie, his teeth clenching when he felt they were already damp. He pulled them off of her legs and threw them over his shoulder.

Jack couldn't wait any longer, his jeans were killing him. He needed relief. It seemed Kim was willing to give it. He couldn't have asked for a more perfect solution.

As fast as he could, Jack sloppily started to unbuckle his belt, making metallic sounds as the steel of the buckle clinked together. He was so busy with what he was doing that he didn't notice the door opening, a head popping inside only to hastily disappear and for the door to shut once more.

Kim hadn't noticed either, she was way to busy studying Jack's movements. They were both breathing heavily out of anticipation and desire, as Jack still fumbled with his belt. At last, he managed to get it open and rapidly undid his pants, letting his erection spring somewhat free. He kept his boxers on as he kicked his jeans off the bed.

Kim eyed the tent in his pants with excitement. Leaning over her once more, Jack pressed his rock solid member against her entrance and made her bite her lip to keep another moan from slipping out. Her thighs were trembling in anticipation, waiting for him to plunge in.

Jack reached into his boxers and pulled himself out, sucking his teeth as the cool air hit the pool of pre-cum on his tip. He hiked Kim's skirt up around her waist - not wanting to remove it completely - lined himself up between her legs and started kissing her violently once again. She dug her fingers into his hair, massaging his scalp, and as he kept her busy with that, he grabbed his throbbing erection and guided it into her. She yelped inside his mouth as he pushed in.

She was tight. Very tight. But he would make it work. A few inches at a time. Never pausing, until his balls rested against her. Kim moaned. Her sounds only made it better. Jack moved halfway out then back inside. Another moan. He did it again and again, a little faster for each time. She was still moaning, but not in a painful way. Letting go of her lips, he grabbed her legs and hung them over his shoulders, breathing heavier than ever. Then he resumed his actions. In, out. In, out. In, out. In, out. Faster. Harder. Now that Kim's mouth was free she moaned out loud.

Jack watched her breasts moving to their rhythm, almost hypnotic, as the sound of bodies slapping together filled the room. He gave a grunt as he put some extra effort in and slapped against her harder and harder. When he decided to change position, he carried her off to his desk, made her lean over it and re entered her with one hand on her hip, one clasping her hair for support. Picking up the previous pace, he made the desk slam hard against the wall with every thrust. Kim screamed in pleasure, seemingly collapsing on top of his desk with an exhausted sigh. Jack pulled on her hair as he made the last, rough thrusts.

He pulled out and saw his semen trickle down her inner thigh. He took a seat in his chair next to her, ran his fingers through his sweat-soaked locks and pulled Kim onto his lap, making her straddle him. He closed one hand over her breast and the other at the small of her back to keep her from falling over.

He was still hard. Still hungry and still not tired. Readjusting the girl in his knee, he let her sink down on top of his erection, making her tremble in the process. He bit down on her free nipple and kneaded the other with his hand as he started bouncing her on his lap, making her breasts jump. He released them and watched them dance in front of him as Kim struggled to keep her breathing steady. She gripped his shoulders convulsively, giving away that she was nearing her peak once more.

Jack stood up. He slammed her against the wall and thrusted into her fast and roughly. Soon her weight became too much to handle for him in his current state of mind and he had to slide her down the wall, coming to a kneeling position on the floor.

Quickly rolling Kim over on her stomach, he made her bend her knees and stand on all fours as he guided his slippery member in between her legs once again, this time, not easing in to it at all. He slammed himself inside hard, with enough force to make Kim believe that she was going to be split in half. He sneaked an arm around her waist and rubbed carefully against her clit. At this, Kim gasped for air as she arched her back in exhilarated pleasure. Jack once again rolled her hair up around his hand, pulling on it for extra force while thrusting harder and harder, earning a squeal every time he pushed inside. The sweat was beading on his forehead, trickling down his spine and all along his well-toned abs. But he didn't notice. He was reaching his peak and only needed a few more thrusts to complete it. At last, he couldn't hold it any longer, replaced his hands on her hips and let go of what he had been holding back.

Kim screamed again and this time Jack joined in with a hoarse grunt, jerking convulsively a few times as his seed exploded inside her. He collapsed on top of her limp, naked body, not bothering to pull out.

Stars took shape in front of his eyes as he gasped for air. Jesus F. Christ! He hadn't felt that exhausted since... Well, he couldn't even remember. He wasn't sure he had EVER been so exhausted. But it didn't matter. He had finally done it. He finally got her. She was his, and his alone. He could die happily now.