One shot for Akai Ringo, UBs 100th reviewer! Yay! I kind of wanted to do a smut just for the heck of it…but I've never written a smut XD So this came out. Thanks Kasee Lara for editing!

Waah, I couldn´t think of a title! I´ll change it as soon as I come up with one.

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"Would you quit staring already? You're freaking me out, go away." He just smiles and stands there, leaning against my door frame, his arms limp. "Aren't you with my sister? Where is she?"

"Her room." He frowns, not looking away. "Hey,Kyle…when people say ´the worst of the worst´, it doesn't make sense, really. See, if someone is the worst of the worst that would make them the best. Of the worst. Like, if I'm the worst at being the worst then there's some one…worser than me."

"Worser?"

"Then, the expression should be ´the best of the worst´. Then, you'd be the best at being the worst, meaning, the worser." He pauses for a moment, still frowning before smiling again.

"You have far too much free time," I state before going back to my text book. Math is more interesting than him any day.

"What? I think that's pretty deep."

"Well, I think you're wasted. Who goes around analyzing stuff like that? Just…go find something shiny and leave me alone."

"I see…it's too much for you."

"What?" I ask, annoyed. He's still leaning there, narrowing his eyes in thought.

"I'm sorry to make you feel inferior; I just thought it was interesting."

"Oh my god, shut up!"

"Wha´?"

"Can't you just leave?! You know, like, turn around and walk away? Is that really so complicated? You just spent fifteen minutes standing there, staring, and the first thing that comes out of your mouth is crap! What the hell, Jack? Just leave."

"…wha´?"

"Jesus!"

"I'm sorry, Kyle…." He stares at the floor now, actually looking sorry. He doesn't even know what he's sorry about.

"Hannah!" I call and hear my sister from the other room.

"What?!"

"Come get your fucking friend!" I glare at Jack, who's still looking sheepish. The idiot, thinking he can play that card with me.

"No, he loves you. Let him be happy!"

"No! Hannah, he's a zombie! A retarded zombie…." I add to myself.

"Why don't you want him to be happy?"

"Yeah, why don't you want me to be happy, Kyle?" Jack pipes in, his face sorrowful.

"I…no…shut up! Don't look at me like that!" Dammit, he's doing it again.

"What's with the censorship, Kyle?" Hannah's at the door now, standing next to his friend. Her eyes are squinty and she smiles at him, putting an arm around his shoulders.

"Not you too…mom's gonna freak," I groan. They have the damn habit of coming to smoke that shit here; can't they go to a park or something? You know, like normal people?

"Mom doesn't have to find out."

"She's going to fucking smell it, Hannah! Trust me, she's not gonna believe that's incense."

"Jack, do I smell?" My sister turns to him, tilting her head to the side. I glare.

"Kyle smells nice. But he won't let me sniff him," he says, imitating her pose.

"Kyle! Be nice to the guests!"

"Like apples and honey…."

"Please, go away, I have homework…." I plead this time, they're fucking ignoring me.

"Why don't you want me to be happy, Kyle?"

"I…don't want you…to not be happy…. What does sniffing have to do with anything?!"

"I'm leaving; mom can't see me like this. Jack, stay. Kyle, don't leave him alone, he'll have a panic attack or something. It's happened before, so hush."

"Wait! Where are you going? Take him!" I shout after her, of course she doesn't even answer. I hear the front door close and sigh, annoyed, opening my book again and determined on ignoring the retard for the rest of the afternoon.

After what probably was just five minutes (but felt like hours with him staring at me), I hear his bare feet pad his way into my room. He sits in front of me on the floor, cross legged.

"We should," he says flatly.

"Shut up."

"Let's."

"Let's what?"

"Fuck."

"What?!" I blanch. Is he freakin´ serious?!

"It'll be nice. Let's."

"No!"

"Don't you wanna?" He looks kind of hurt.

"That has nothing to do with it!"

"That has everything to do with it."

"You're high, Jack."

"Am not. I just ate, that makes it go away."

"Oh, yeah? Your fly's open." He looks down and starts fumbling with his crotch. I have to look away for a second. "You're wearing sweats, Jack."

He just stares at me, his hand still gripping his groin.

"You don't have a fucking zipper in your pants." He blinks before bursting out laughing. I wait until he's done – it takes a while – before speaking again. "See? You're not thinking straight right now."

"Do I ever?"

"Ha-ha. Leave." He ignores me, big surprise.

"You know what makes it go away then?" he asks, "Sleep. And you know what makes me sleepy." As I currently have my face buried in my book, I don't catch whatever he's doing right now, but I know that it involves his hand between his legs.

"No, Jack."

"You don't know?"

"No…yes, but no, not happening. Leave."

"Aw, but, Kyle! You sucked me off last Christmas break!"

"What the… No, I didn't!" Again, he just stares at me, confused, lost in thought, taking too much time to register things.

"Yeah, you did. At that girl's party. That girl. You know, the one with the-"

"I don't go to your stupid, stoner parties. You're thinking of someone else, you dipshit."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive." I spit.

"Well…have you ever sucked someone off then?"

"Don't be gross."

"So, no."

"I didn't say that."

"Well, if you had, you wouldn't call it gross." Now it's my turn to stare.

"How is it not gross to have somebody's dick in your mouth? You don't know where they've put it..."

"…You're not thinking about that at the time. Well, sure, maybe you wonder later but not right then."

"Oh, well, Mister Expert. What are you thinking then?" He even looks sober for a minute before he speaks, the only thing that reminds me of his state is the pinkish of his eyes, his face has lost its vacant expression.

"For starters, if you're going down on someone, willingly, that is, you pretty much wouldn't care less if the person just had a piss."

"And that's not gross?!"

"I guess, but no, not really. You don't care. That part of your brain is switched off. All you know is that he's gonna enjoy it, because of you. You are the reason why he's gasping and moaning and squirming under you. You feel…like you have the power, you know? The control over it, you can slow down, and that pisses them off, but in a good way. You can keep them on edge…and the end will be much more spectacular. It's nice to feel them shudder with anticipation; they don't know when you're going to make it end. They'd grab your hair and pull, but you won't feel it, ´cause you're concentrating so much on everything else that's happening to him that you don't care, but you feel good, because eventually all that moaning gets to you. And if you're lucky, it might be your turn next."

His face's still serious, his eyes haven't left mine and this is no good. I have to endure, I can't crack this easily. Not for this idiot and not when he's like this.

"Sounds good?" He asks, like, really asks, he even sounds curious.

"W-whatever." I manage out. My voice is kind of hoarse because of the dryness of my mouth.

"Sex." He leans in (when did he get this close?) and presses his cheek to mine. "That feels amazing too." I shudder; his chest is against mine now. "Don't you want to?"

"I…." I gasp when his hips come down. If he couldn't tell how aroused I was before, he surely knows now. And he's just as hard. He smiles down at me.

"You wanna." His legs are intertwined with mine. "Think about it for a second. Wouldn't it feel great if I just…moved a bit right now?" He does, he rubs once. I whimper. This isn't going well. "Wouldn't it feel nice if I'd just kiss you right now? Stick my tongue in your mouth? Suck at yours? Let you do the same? Wouldn't it make it all much more interes-"

He doesn't finish that sentence. I lift my chin and my mouth is already pressed against his, one second later I'm licking my way inside. He sighs, content and his arms relax, his whole weight on me now.

It's not fair; he's taking advantage of me. He is. He just had to talk to me like that and get me all…frustrated and stuff and he knew I wouldn't protest, but encourage any move he made.

He nibbles my lips and then moves to suck at my collarbone. Gropes my ass and then grabs my shoulders to keep me down. He keeps talking in between groans.

"See, you're more than…willing…ah…why deny it? Wait…there, there…."

Our erections are pretty much squashed together and Jack doesn't stop moving, slowly up, slowly down.

I moan as I feel one of his hands travel down my stomach, his other one over my chest. Mine are tangled in his hair; literally, it's hard to run my fingers through his messy locks. But my mind goes momentarily blank as his hand finally makes his way into my shorts. Or more like, he pulls my shorts down and grasps my dick, making my hips buck up. I bring his face closer as he starts stroking it, even thought it's getting harder to breathe.

Suddenly, his mouth leaves mine, I whine as his face draws further away, that is until I feel him close his lips around my cock. That can shut anybody up…for a little while.

I see stars. My head shoots backwards and I bang it against the floor; I slipped off the supporting bed at some point. He's back at holding my hips down and, well, sucking.

Oh, crap. I know what he meant now. That about going slowly and fucking pissing me off because I want it over, but at the same time making me hot, because it has to last forever.

Okay, I'm face down on the floor. A chilly breeze hits my bare ass and I curse, he better not be thinking what I think he's thinking.

"Jack…." I take an intake of breath when he starts moving his hand again. His mouth is near my ear now, his chest against my back.

"Don't you want to?" he whispers and I feel his left hand going up my thigh.

"Wait. Waitwaitwait…I ah, wait." But I don't think I sound very convincing. Whatever protest I try comes out more like a needy whimper. I could be begging for more and it would be exactly the same. His fingers are teasing me around, making me grunt in frustration.

He kisses my neck as one goes in.

"Kids! Are you home?" Oh, crap. Oh, god dammit. My mother's downstairs. I don't think Jack heard.

I attempt to sit up; hitting his chin with the back of my head and making us both fall back down awkwardly.

"Get off me, you idiot! Mom's home," I hiss. He looks confused, looking around and his fucking dick is hanging out of his pants. Well, glad to see he's not put off by the presence of my mother.

Not.

I push him again before pulling on my shorts. He, of course, looses his balance and falls again.

"Jack, for Christ's sake, put that in now!"

"Kyle?" Mom calls again, she's closer. I help Jack with his pants and tell him to just sit, I'll be right back.

"Yeah, coming!" Pfft, I wish….I walk out of the room and meet my mother right at the end of the hall. I tell her that Hannah's out, Jack's here, no, he's not staying for dinner. Because he has to go home. Because. No, we did not have a fight. We were just playing videogames.

Eventually she goes back downstairs and I'm back in my room. I close the door after me. Jack's still sitting on the floor, my math book on his lap. He looks up at me.

"Hey."

"Shut up."

"Are you still mad?"

"Obviously." If he thinks I'm going to forgive him for ditching me for my sister then he's got another thing coming. You just don't do that, abandoning your own boyfriend for a joint and then, after a whole afternoon of solitude, attempting to go down on him? What the hell?

"Does…that mean I'm not getting lucky?"

I kick him before snatching my book back and settle to finish my work.