Problem Solving
"Dave?"
"Huh?" a head stuck out of the room two feet from where Jack stood.
"Your sister's worried."
"Jesus Christ," and the door slammed.
"Dave!" Jack hit his fist heavily against the door, "C'mon, you haven't talked to me since the strike ended."
"Well it's nice to know you noticed," sarcasm dripped off every word.
"Quit being a bitch and open the door!" Jack yelled, kicking it.
"No!" David shouted back but he was breaking.
"Open the damn door," Jack rattled the door knob but was met by an annoyed David. "What the hell is your problem?"
"Why do you care?"
"Cause you're my best friend, Dave and Sarah's little brother. She's real worried, David-."
"Just shut up Jack," David growled.
"No! You don't talk, you don't hang out with us. Sarah thinks you hate her!" by this time he was shaking David's shoulders.
"You wanna know what's wrong Jack."
"It would help a hell of a lot."
"Fine," David shrugged before kissing jack and then slammed the door in his face again. Jack stood there, shocked. Sarah had been right?
"What the hell?" he muttered before southing, "David!" But he didn't answer. "David!! Open the door. We need to talk about this. C'mon, Dave. Please."
"Jesus Christ, Jack, what?" David muttered, opening the door again only to be pushed back inside and onto the bed where he was kissed forcefully, Jack's tongue gaining access.
"Dave," Jack murmured, trailing kisses down his neck, "Why didn't you talk to me?"
"I didn't know," David moaned.
"I didn't either," Jack kissed David's earlobe, "Sarah did."
"Wait what?" David asked, pulling Jack so they were looking at each other.
"We were only pretending," Jack mumbled, "I don't like her Dave and she knows it."
"Huh?" David was confused.
"I like you Dave," and he kissed him again but this time neither broke away.
That was the last one!!
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