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Summary: As lines become blurry, you seek answers from Jack.
Warnings: Cursing, resolved angst, lots of fluff
You werenât surprised when a knock sounded from your door, despite the late hour. Secretly, youâd been hoping heâd come after the plane landed like he had been for weeks now. You set aside the book youâd been reading and padded to your front door, revealing an exhausted-looking Jack.
âDoes it feel as bad as it looked?â you asked in greeting, taking in his swollen lip.
âProbably feels worseâ he admitted, pulling you close. You wrapped your arms around his middle, breathing in the scent of him.
âWould ice help?â you asked, your voice muffled by the fabric of his sweatshirt.
âNo but a kiss wouldâ he replied and you rolled your eyes as you pulled away.
âYouâre kidding me.â
âWhy would be I be kidding? Iâve missed you.â
âAnd Iâve missed you but it looks like it hurts you to talk, let alone for me to touch your mouthâ you grimaced, eyeing him skeptically.
He pouted at you, looking all the more pathetic with his fat lip. âFine, weâre icing it first though, go sit down on the couchâ you sighed and he quickly did as commanded.
You heard his soft voice greet your cat, Piper, who you assumed was making herself at home on his lap. The little cheat loved him way more than she did you. After wrapping a few ice cubes in a soft towel, you made your way to the living room, watching him coo lovingly at your cat. You smiled at the scene until his own lips spread into a grin and you saw the gap.
âHoly shit, you lost a tooth!â you gasped, nudging Piper over so you could sit beside him, your legs settling over his lap. Â
âI donât want to talk about itâ he groaned, laying his head on the back of your couch.
âItâs cuteâ you said, surprised to find you meant it. Â Your compliment just earned you a glare though so you gently placed the ice on his mouth, a wince of pain overtaking his features. His eyes closed as a comfortable silence settled around you both, broken only by Piper purring on his other side.
As you watched his face slowly relax as the ice numbed his pain, you couldnât help but note how domestic this scene felt. Jack, you, and your cat curled up on the couch after a roadie with you tending to his injury. If only you actually knew what the two of you were, maybe then youâd feel as relaxed as Jack looked.
***
You two had met at the teamâs unofficial Halloween party, at the invitation of your neighbor Dawson. You really were closer with his girlfriend, but you all hung out sometimes so you accepted the invite. As soon as Dawson introduced you two, you were done for. You would do just about anything to earn one of his genuine smiles, the kind that lit up his whole face. You two spent most of that night chatting and you couldnât believe how quickly time flew.
But you were swamped with school and he was busy with the team. Over the next couple months, you two slowly became good friends, meeting up when you could but mostly Facetiming or texting. Until New Yearâs Eve anyway.
Nicoâs apartment was noisy but you two had tucked yourselves into a back room, clearly not meant for guests but at least you two could actually talk.
âYouâre fucking with meâ you laughed, wiping tears from your eyes.
âI swear to God, he ripped the braces right off my teethâ he grinned and you lost your breath altogether as he continued describing it. As you tried to get your breathing under control, you rested your head on his shoulder without a second thought. It felt only natural when his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you even closer.
This was one of your favorite things about being with Jack. You two had great conversations but silence never felt awkward. Lost in your thoughts, you almost didnât hear the rest of the party counting down to midnight down the hall. As they got to single digits, you moved from your spot on his shoulder to see him already staring at you intently. You held his gaze until you couldnât fight your eyes dropping down to his mouth and back up again, willing him to make a move.
As the countdown neared its end, your heart was pounding in your chest and nerves twisted your stomach. While the group outside cheered, he leaned in, his lips finally meting yours. You couldnât describe how you felt in that momentâall you could remember was how your lips locked together like puzzle pieces, his hands falling to the curve of your waist like theyâd been molded to fit that exact spot.
You thought that moment would change your relationship and, in some ways, it did. Heâd pulled away with that shit eating grin of his as he led you back to the party. You two hung out a lot more after that, almost always at your place. At first that confused you, but as time went on you wondered if it was because so many of the guys lived in his building and he didnât want them to see you. Not that you thought he was ashamed of you but rather that he wanted to keep it lowkey. Which you could do, honest.
***
Seriously, for months that was what it was. When he had an off day or you had a light school week, you two were more than friends. Otherwise, you chatted like you had been, very little changing between you two. Right when you fully accepted the reality of the situation was the first night that he showed up at your door late one night.
Youâd been just about to go to bed when you heard a knock. You assumed it was at your neighborâs door until your phone vibrated beside you. Are you up? Â followed by another knock at what you now realized was your door. Rage flew through youâyou could do casual, fine. But to show up announced with a âyou upâ text? Unacceptable. As you pulled the door open to tell him just that, you stopped when you saw how deflated he looked.
âIâm sorry, I know I have no right to just show up like thisâ he said, sad blue eyes meeting yours.
âWhatâs wrong?â you asked, worry flooding your chest.
âItâs not even that big of a deal, we just lost the game and I had a shit night and all I could think was that I wanted to see you. I should have at least called or something, I meanâoh shit, itâs Tuesday, isnât it? You have your 8AM class tomorrow morning, Iâll go, Iâmâ.â
Youâd cut off his rambling by grabbing his hand and pulling him into your apartment. âLook, I donât mind if you stay but I am seriously exhausted so if you came here for any kind of action, youâre in for some disappointment.â
âSeriously, I just wanted to be with youâ he insisted and you gave him a doubtful look. âI mean, if youâd offered, I wouldnât have said no but that wasnât my intention.â
You took in the slope of his shoulders, the way he was folded into himself in a way that was so un-Jack-like, and believed him.
âDo you want to talk about it?â you asked softly and he nearly collapsed into you in response, arms wrapped tightly around your waist, his head buried in your neck. You two stayed like that for a while, the tension in his back slowly releasing as you held him.
âDonât know what there is to sayâ he finally mumbled, âI totally blew it tonight.â
You shook your head as you gently pushed him back to cup his face in your hands, thumbs brushing over his cheeks. âJack, you are one person. Youâre allowed a bad night. So, letâs get you some pajamas and into bed and you can tell me all about it, yeah?â
He nodded glumly and you pulled him towards you, your hands staying on his cheeks as your lips met. This kiss was different from any youâd shared. He normally took charge, his confidence bleeding into every aspect of who he was. But tonight, he kissed you tentatively, slow and sweet in a way that didnât set your heart aflame but instead made it settle down in your chest. It had felt vulnerable and real and like the start of something new.
***
A little over a month later, you returned to the present moment. He came over after most games now, celebrating the wins and seeking comfort after losses. But still, no labels, no discussion of what you two were. Suddenly, the absurdity of it hit youâyou were giving this man your all without even knowing if he still just thought of you two as friends with benefits.
With that thought, you took his hand, placed it over yours that had been holding the ice in place and stood up, turning your back to him.
âWhere you going pretty lady?â he asked quietly. Normally, a line that silly would earn him an eye roll and a giggle. Tonight, you just wondered over to the windows, taking in the city below you.
âY/N?â he asked again and you took deep breaths trying to get your thoughts in order. The long pause must have made him nervous because you heard him sit up.
âJack, what are we doing?â
âWell, right this moment, youâre making me nervousâ he admitted and you sighed, turning to face him.
âJack, seriously, I need you to be honest with me.â
âAbout what? I donât understand whatâs happening right now, weâve done this so many times.â
âExactly, Jack! We have done this countless times and yet I have no idea what your intentions are. Every step of the way, Iâve thought âWell, it must be happening for real nowâ but no, that was just stupid wishing on my part if you donât even know what Iâm asking youâ you replied, turning back to face the window. Youâd be damned if he saw you cry.
You were met with the first awkward silence you two had ever shared and you shook your head at yourselfâyou should have known better. Lost in your thoughts, you jumped slightly when his hands landed on your shoulders, gently turning you around. You let him, and he buried his face in your neck like that first late night heâd come to you see, seeking comfort after a loss. You allowed yourself to enjoy his presence for a moment before lightly pushing him back.
âI need you to tell me what we are, Jack.â
âThatâs what Iâm trying to doâ he sighed in frustration, running his hands through his hair, confused eyes meeting your own.
âNo, youâre not saying anything! Youâre just holding me, like you always do.â
âExactly!â he snapped and you flinched back slightly; heâd never raised his voice before and it startled you. âWhen I have a bad day or game, I come here because you always know how to make me feel less shitty. When I have the best day or a great game, I want to share it with you because you make me that much happier. Fuck, Iâve been a goner for you since Halloween for godâs sake! I donât understand how you donât know that.â
âBecause youâve never said it, Jack!â
âNeither have you!â
That response made you pause and quickly sort through your memories only to find he was rightâyou hadnât said anything either, allowing you two to float in this gray space the whole time.
âWhen you didnât say anything, I just assumed you wanted it this way. Every time I pushed to get closer, you let me but only so far. So, I just left it aloneâ he said much more quietly, avoiding your gaze.
You sighed, leaning in to rest your head against his chest. Â You hadnât even realized youâd done itâjust like he said, whenever you felt any emotion intensely, you wanted to share it with him. After a momentâs pause, you felt his hand gently tangle in your hair as he rested his chin on the top of your head.
âWeâve been stupid, havenât we?â he muttered and you laughed, pulling away to look up at him.
âYeah, Iâd say soâ you agreed. âI just never wanted to push you so I left it and then got mad when you did the same. Iâm sorry.â
âIâm sorry tooâ he whispered, tracing your lips with shaky fingers. You couldnât remember a time he seemed nervous or unsure but if his quivering hands didnât prove it, the searching look in his eyes certainly did. âCan we do this now? The right way?â
Your heart tripped at the slight crack in his voice and you nodded, âYes, please.â
That earned you a grin, albeit one tooth short. His hands, a bit more sure of themselves now, cupped your face as he pulled you to him. Your lips met and you took great care to be gentle even though you desperately wanted to claim him, pull him into you as much as you could. But within 30 seconds, you felt him flinch as you accidentally hit a sore sport so you pulled away.
âI guess the kiss didnât help as much as you thought it wouldâ you teased.
âI mean, it did just not physicallyâ he admitted and you laughed. You laced your hands behind his neck, pulling him down to place a kiss on his forehead.
âMy poor baby boyâ you cooed and he swatted you away as you laughed again.
âYou swear you donât think I look dumb with this stupid gap?â he asked shyly.
âI thwear itâ you promised earnestly and he grabbed your sides, throwing you onto the couch before tickling you ruthlessly.
âCanât make fun of me if you canât talkâ he smirked, triumphant, as you wiggled helplessly beneath him.
âI yield, I yield!â you gasped out and he stopped. Piper had long since abandoned you two so you laid out fully on the couch, trying to catch your breath. Jack laid himself on top of you, resting his head on your chest as his arms snaked around you. You absently ran your hands through his hair, lightly massaging his scalp.
âJack?â you started softly, not wanting to break the peaceful silence.
âHmm?â
âDo you think youâll leave your teeth like that?â
âFuck no.â Â
A/N: I hope y'all enjoyed, I wrote this one in a couple of hours but I wanted to get it out before Game 4 tomorrow. Please let me know what you think and I hope you enjoyed :)
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