Chapter Twenty-Eight
Shoe: Yay! My friend went home! Much as I love that kid, he stays here too much! Now I can finally start updating again!
Jack had never been so happy of the fact that he was a fast learner as he was over the next few days. Lock had decided that they'd play a few old rock songs for Bobby's birthday, plus he had to learn the guitar for a song that he wasn't being told the name of.
Damn! he thought, crawling into bed. I've never been so stressed out in my life! I'm so fucking happy it's his birthday in two days!
He stripped his T-shirt, kicked off his shoes, and shimmied out of his jeans. He was too tired to even bother putting pajama's on, he'd just sleep in his boxers for the night. He pulled the comforter over his head, sighing loudly, and rolled to face the wall. He could faintly hear Lock's guitar, even though it was unplugged, and couldn't believe she was still practicing.
Has she even slept at all this week? he wondered. She's been so wrapped up inn planning Bobby's birthday that she hasn't even bothered with her strike in the war. . .
"Whatever," he yawned, closing his eyes. "I need sleep."
He went to sleep almost as soon as his eyes closed. He dreamed of Lock, whining and moving in his sleep.
'Jackie?' she breathed in his ear. 'You up?'
'Lock? What's the matter?'
'Nothing. . .' her hand toyed with the elastic band on his boxers. 'Why?'
'Just uhhh. . .' he took a sharp breath.
'Curious?' her fingertips breached the band.
'Mmmmmm,' he tried to stay still. 'I guess that's. . .good a word. . .as any. . .'
'Jack, is this all right?' she whispered, nibbling his neck.
'Fine. . .' he moaned as her hand slid into his boxers completely. 'Bu-bu-but. . .what about you?'
'Hmmmm?' she kissed his shoulder.
'All right? With what--you're doing?' he panted.
'Would I be doing this,' her hand found him, 'if I wasn't?'
'N-n-no. . .' he whined as she slid her hand up and down, his upstairs brain no longer in function.
She bit him lightly, moving her hand, and he stifled a loud moan. Her face buried itself into his neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, and he thrust into her gentle hand. She let go of him, making him whine loudly, and slowly pushed his boxers down.
'L-l-l-Lock. . .' he panted, burning for her. 'Wha-wha--?'
'Shhhh. . .I'm not done yet. . .' she kissed him, rolling him to his back.
'Oh my god!' he moaned as she sat on his thighs. 'I'm dreaming. . .I know it. . .'
'Yes, you are. . .so enjoy it. . .' she smiled, kissing his chest. 'Want to finish the dream?'
'Hell YES!' he panted.
His own loud moan woke him up, then he noticed the fact that his boxers were wet, and wanted to die.
"Jesus Christ," he whispered, lifting the blanket to see the damage. "I thought I was done with these. . ."
It was still dark out and when he checked the clock, it was only one in the morning. He sighed, getting out of bed, and counted his blessings no one else was awake. He stripped his bed, balling up the covers, and went to get a very quick shower. He felt so damn embarrassed about this, mainly because it had been on his mind a whole hell of a lot lately, and also because he wanted it so damn bad. He put his dirty covers and boxers in the washer and started it, then grabbed clean sheets and made his bed.
Damn this whole being a 'normal' guy bull! he thought, pulling on a pair of sleep pants. Fucking bogus!
He threw himself onto his bed, pissed off and ashamed. How could he want such a thing from Lock? Especially after what she had shared about her past! He was a huge fucking pervert!
It's called stress, Jackie. . .the animal desire spoke up. You've been under a hell of a lot of it lately. . .Can you think of a better stress reliever? And it's not like you actually did anything. . .just came all over yourself and your blankets, big whoop!
He didn't feel like dealing with his animal desire right now, so he growled and rolled to his stomach, trying to sleep. He couldn't get to sleep, he had too much still on his mind, and he snuck down the hall.
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"Bobby?" someone shook him gently. "Bobby. . ."
"Mmmm?!" he growled, trying to sleep.
"I- I- I. . ." it was Jackie. "Need to talk to you. . ."
Shit. . .it's gotta be important if he'd risk waking me up. . .
Bobby rolled over, slowly opening his eyes, and blinked into focus. Jack stood there, gnawing his lip and staring at the floor. He sat up, feeling sleep slowly fall off him, and rubbed his face.
"What is it, Apple Jacks?" he mumbled. "You OK?"
"I. . .ummmm. . .shit!" Jack turned and sank to the floor, leaning his back on the bed. "Fuck! I don't even know how to start. . ."
"The beginning. . ." Bobby yawned. "Spill, Jack."
"So. . .I've been under a lot of stress lately, you know?" Jack spit it out quickly. "I mean a lot of stress. . ."
"Yeah. . .and?" he was getting a hint of what was wrong.
"Well. . .fuck! I've. . .been having. . ."
"More Lock dreams?" he asked casually.
"Yeah," Jack said, head dropping. "Among other things. . ."
"Other things?"
"Bobby man," Jack was pleading. "Please don't fucking pick on me about this shit! I'm worried. . ."
"Apple Jacks, I'm not picking on you. . .Tell me what's up. . .brother to brother. . ."
"I. . .sorta had. . .to change my bed tonight. . .if you catch my drift. . ." he muttered.
"I do. . .what else?" he could get why this stuff was hard for Jackie to talk about.
"It's all I've been thinking about lately! Not my dreams. . .but. . .her! Like that!" he pulled his hair in frustration. "This is so fucking wrong!"
"How is it wrong, Jack? You're a guy, we all do it. . ."
"Bobby! I can't fucking focus on anything else! I'm having all these thoughts and urges. . .I want her so fucking bad. . ." he punched the floor.
Shit. . .worse than I thought. . .Take it easy on this one, Bobby. . .
"Jackie. . ." he took a deep breath. "All right, look. . .I'll be honest with you. . .If it were any other girl, I'd tell you to just get it out of your system, but I know damn well that you wouldn't and still won't. . .and I don't want you to with Stray. . ."
"BOBBY!" Jack whined.
"Shut up and listen to me," he laughed. "I think you'll find that after your little dream tonight, things will cool down for you. . .if not," he snickered, "then you take some personal time in the shower."
"You are such a fuck head, Bobby," Jack laughed.
"Feel better?" he smiled, laying back down.
"Yeah. . .thanks. . ." Jack sighed and got up.
"Jack," he called just as the boy left.
"Yeah?" he popped his head in the door.
"Don't ever hesitate to talk to me if you need to. . .if stuff gets worse for you, lemme know. . ." he mumbled. "All right?"
"All right," Jack shut the door and let him get back to sleep.
Poor kid. . .had no idea how a real relationship works. . .He's doing just fine so far, I'll give him that much. . .
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Lock watched Jack's hands on the guitar, exhausted. She hadn't been sleeping again, she had too much on her mind with Bobby's birthday and all, and her eyes slipped shut. She forced them open, shaking her head a little, and Jack's hands cupped her face.
"Hey," he breathed, "get some rest. . .you obviously need it. . ."
"Nuh uh," she was being stubborn. "Practice."
"What difference will it make if I practice," he kissed her softly. "But you fall asleep on stage?"
"I'll be fine," she mumbled. "C'mon. . .practice. . ."
"No," he gently made her lay down. "You need some sleep. . .so sleep."
"No. . ." she growled, trying to sit up. "I'm fine."
"Lock, don't make me kick your ass," Jack smirked, keeping her pinned. "Take a nap. . .I won't let you sleep too long, I swear. . ."
"No, Jack," she muttered, feeling sleep wrap around her. "I. . ."
"Sleep, baby. . ." he pressed his mouth to hers.
She gave up, letting her eyes close as he kissed her, and relaxed. He broke the contact, moving to just under her jaw, and covered her up. She felt herself drift off, knowing how much she needed the rest, and his mouth teased hers.
"I'll practice while you sleep, 'K?" he whispered.
"All right. . ." she sighed and fell into the pit of sleep.
She lost herself in a dream, not a memory, but it was still weird. How it could play in the real world bothered her a little bit.
'Lock. ..you're positive you wanna do this?' Jack whispered.
'Yes, Jackie. . .for the hundredth time! It's only touching. . .how bad can it be? I'll stop if I get too weirded out, K?' she muttered, toying with the strings on his pajamas.
'You better. . .I don't want you to do this if you're not ready. . .' he leaned up and kissed her.
'Jack?' she whispered, untying the strings.
'Hmmmm?' he was calm and collected, unlike her.
'Can you close your eyes?'
'Yup,' he smiled and his hazel eyes slid shut.
She slowly pulled his pajamas off, Jack lifting his hips and helping her out, and he stripped his shirt then lay still. She chewed her lip nervously, carefully touching just above his boxers, and listened to her body. So far she was in the clear, and she went a little further, slipping her fingers just under the elastic band. Jack shifted, clearing his throat, keeping his eyes closed, and she was still all right.
'Take your time. . .' he said, sounding a bit odd. 'No rush. . .'
'I know. . .' she murmured, going further slowly. 'You all right?'
'Ahh. . .you tell me. . .' he panted, giving her a quick glance.
He closed his eyes immediately, teeth sinking into his lip, and he shifted again. His breathing went a little unsteady as she touched him, but he did his best to stay calm for her. She took a deep breath and slowly moved her hand.
'Oh God!' he whispered, arching into her. 'Shit. . .sorry. . .'
'No. . it's normal, right?' she snickered a little, moving her hand again slowly.
'OH! Yeah. . .' he arched again slightly. 'You OK?'
'You tell me. . .' she was still OK, even feeling a little confident, and moved again.
'Ohhhhhh. . .' he moaned, hands gripping the sheets. 'You're. . .fine. . .JESUS!' his hips jerked a couple times.
She wasn't all right anymore, she felt sick all of a sudden, and she pulled her hand back. Tears started to fall, she felt Jack sit up and he wiped them away.
'I'm sorry, Jackie. . .' she muttered. 'I just. . .it. . .'
'Shhhhh, Lock. . .' he soothed. "It's fine! I told you to stop if things got too weird for you, obviously they did. . .you all right, babe?'
'I. . .dunno. . .I think so. . .' she sighed as he pulled her into a hug. 'Just too weird. . .too soon I think. . .'
"Lock, baby?" Jack shook her gently. "Wanna wake up?"
The dream she'd been having lately vanished and she slowly came to. Jack was slowly brushing hair from her face, smirking down at her, and he kissed her forehead.
"There are my eyes," he laughed. "Feel better?"
"Mmm. . ." she was still out of it. "Time?"
"Four. . .I let you sleep for about five hours. . .that OK?" he smiled.
"Mmmm. . ." she smirked and nodded. "I needed it, thanks. . ."
"I'll have you know," he kissed her lightly. "I practiced my ass off. . .I know that song by heart."
"Good," she laughed, fully awake.
"Yeah. . .and I know all the other one's too," he grinned.
"Mmmm," she stared into his loving eyes. "Even better."
"Sooooo. . ."
"Soooo?" she laughed. "What?"
"I love you, Lock."
"And I love you, Jackie boy," she grinned.
Man I've been dreaming that dream a lot lately. . .What the hell is my issue? Do I really want to try that with him?
"Ma's home. . .dinner's almost ready. . ." he stroked her neck gently.
"Tickles," she twitched away, giggling. "I've still gotta get you back, remember. . ."
"Oooooh," he made himself shake. "So scary. . ."
"Just you wait, princess. . ." she sat up and faced him. "You'll be sorry. . ."
"Will I?" he teased, rubbing their noses together.
"Trust me," she grinned evilly, "you definitely will be. . ."
Now the question is: How do I get him back?
"Can't wait," he laughed, head tipping back.
Bingo! she thought, seeing the exposed throat. He can only cover up so much of his damn neck. . .He's dead!
"Think Bobby will like the show?" she asked, rolling her shoulders.
"He'll love it!" Jack smiled. "C'mon, 'fore they think I fell asleep down here or something. . ."
Lock was happy that Jack had the songs down perfectly, but she felt like she still had to practice. She was never this nervous before a show, terrified that she'd mess up on a solo or forget the words, and wondered why.
This is your first show with Jack. . .Could that be it? her mind offered.
She shrugged and went over the lyrics for the ninth time that night, then quickly went through her solos, and Bobby walked down.
"Hey," he yawned, rubbing sleep from his eyes. "I thought you were still up. . ."
"Gotta practice. . ." she gave him a smirk.
"Mmmm," he walked over and took the guitar away.
"Hey!" she snapped, going for it.
"Nope," he said firmly. "It's three in the damn morning. . .Sleep."
"BOBBY!" she growled.
"Sleep, Stray," he looked at her with strong blue eyes. "Now."
"Fine," she grumbled, it was no use fighting with him.
"Night, baby girl," he smiled and kissed her cheek.
"Night, Bobby," she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and got into bed.
He shut off her light, pulled the door closed, and let her sleep.
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Jack took a drag off his cigarette, watching Lock over his shoulder, and blew the jet of smoke out quickly. She had headphones in her ears, music up loud, eyes closed, and her fingers tapped out the beat to whatever she was listening to. He knew she was nervous, she had been all day long, and even made them set up an hour early.
"God," Ransom leaned on the bar. "I've never seen her so keyed up before a show. . ."
"She'll be fine. . ." Jack said around another hit.
He liked Ransom, he liked all of Lock's 'people', but he got the feeling that Ransom had a thing for him. The girl was always too close for comfort, gently touching his arms or hands when she talked to him, and usually whispering in his ear. He ignored her little gestures for the most part, not giving her any sort of reaction, but she didn't seem to get the point.
"What about you?" her fingers brushed his.
"I'm just dandy," he said, crushing the smoke.
"That's good," she smiled, moving her hand to his wrist.
He nodded and got up from the bar, she was really pushing it tonight, and sat with Lock. Her eyes opened when he sat down and she turned the music down so they could talk normally.
"Hey," she smirked.
"Hey," he leaned over and gave her a very slow, very deep kiss.
"What was that?" she laughed. "Ransom again?"
"Yeah. . .I don't get why she thinks she can hit on me. . ." he muttered. "Obviously I'm not on the market."
"To her you still are," she grinned. "We're not dating, so you're fair game."
"That's fucked up," he snickered, feeling Ransom stare at them.
"That's Ransom for ya."
"I wish she'd quit. . ." he mumbled.
Lock laughed, reached over the table, grabbed his jacket, and pulled him forward. His heart stopped as she gave him a mind blowing mini-make-out session, her teeth nibbling his bottom lip, and blood threatened to flow south.
"I'm not too worried about it," she whispered, smiling. "You?"
"Not anymore. . ." he said breathlessly, grinning.
She's getting too damn good at that. . .he thought. I'm gonna have to start mixing it up on her. . .teach her some new shit. . .
As usual, she went shy, nibbling her lip, blushing, and looking away. He found that so cute about her: one second bold and daring, the next all shy and embarrassed. He loved it so fucking much. He grabbed one of her hands, she twitched, looked at him, and he grinned, giving her a wink. She rolled her eyes, smirking, and shook her head. He put her hand to his lips, gently kissing the soft skin, and then nibbled her knuckles.
"Jackie!" she giggled, trying to take her hand back.
"Nuh uh," he growled playfully, flipping her hand and nibbling her wrist. "Mine."
"No, mine," she laughed, still trying to regain her hand.
"Not anymore. . ." he smirked, licking her wrist. "All mine now. . ."
She laughed, pulling free, and he settled for her mouth. He kept this one innocent, making the contact a few times, and pulled back.
"Mine as well," he grinned, lightly kissing her. "All mine, mine, mine."
"Yeah, I just threw up," Bobby appeared out of nowhere.
"Don't lie, Bobby," Lock teased. "You're just jealous."
"Stray," he smirked, getting in her face, "I'm no the 'jealous' type, thank you."
"Uh huh. . .sure," she smiled. "Happy Birthday, Bobby!"
Jack laughed as Lock wrapped her arms around his older brother's neck, giving him a huge hug. Bobby rolled his eyes, carefully returning the hug, and blushed when Lock kissed his forehead.
"Happy Birthday, Bobby," Jack grinned, standing.
"Kiss me and die, Cracker Jack!" he laughed, straightening up.
He gave his brother a hug, laughing, and just to fuck with him, kissed his cheek lightly.
"FAIRY!" he roared, giving him a stern look.
"SHIT!" he yelped as Bobby rough housed with him. "Sorry, Bobby!"
"Not yet, you're not!' he growled, jabbing a finger in his side. "You sick freak!"
"That's enough!" Lock smiled, breaking them up. "We gotta go! Bobby, you ready for your present?"
"As long as it ain't from Cracker Jack," he laughed.