"We obviously want different things. "

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Jack hums with contentment as he nestles further into Dexter's arms. "You know, I could get used to this," he says as he lazily runs the tips of his fingers over Dexter's hairless chest.

"Me too." Dexter replies as he revels in the warmth of Jack's body next to his. He wondered if he would ever want to leave the comfort of that bed as he gazed out at the London skyline, through the floor to ceiling glass window from his pillow. "How could you ever get bored of that view?"

"I know right?" Jack says as he only seems to have eyes for the man he was snuggled up against. "But we should make the most of this. We have wasted enough time in the past."

"I thought we weren't gonna talk about the past." Dexter says, as he lifts his head up a little to catch Jack's eyes. "What matters now is what we do from here."

Jack sits up a little, making Dexter move his arm from around Jack's shoulder. "Do you have to work today?" He asks as he suddenly looks down, as if he were embarrassed to ask.

Dexter raises a hand to Jack's face, a finger is placed under his chin, making Jack look back up at him. "Are you jealous of my profession already?" He says with a chuckle, amused at how already Jack felt that attachment towards him.

"It's not like that Dex. I don't actually mind you doing your escort job. In fact, I think it's rather hot to imagine you with other people." Jack feels his cheeks burn with the confession. It makes Dexter grin a wicked smile.

"It seems we made a dirty little peeper out of you, my brother and I, back in his bedroom." Dexter leans forwards to kiss Jack on the lips.

"I actually saw nothing of your brother back then. I only had eyes on you. Do you know how bad I wanted to touch you in that closet?" Jack again finds his hands pressing against Dexter's chest.

"I would have punched your head in if you had." Dexter laughs.

"Oh, thanks!" Jack now retracts his hand, taking offence at Dexter's response.

Dexter pulls Jack back close to him by his arm. He falls onto Dexter's chest as he again wraps his arms around him. "Did I tell you I was an idiot back then? You may have noticed."

"You're still an idiot." Jack mumbles against Dexter's warm skin. Dexter relaxes the hold ever so slightly to allow Jack to gaze up at him. "As I was saying, do you have to go to work?"

"Mmm well...technically I can pick and choose my clients so, no, I don't have to, but you know how it is from your perspective. You chose my agency I work for because we are the best. I never refuse an offer of work...why? Are you gonna pay for me all day?" Dexter says with an air of hope. Not because of the money, but because he would be able to relax without interruptions.

"If anything,you own me!" Jack playfully slaps Dexter's chest. "It's just, time for us now is precious." Jack continues, but it makes Dexter furrow his brow in confusion.

"What do you mean? Are we on a schedule or something? I didn't admit all that shit just for a fuck y'know." Dexter sits up a little and Jack raises his head.

"Dex, I have to go home at the end of the week." He looks into Dexter's eyes, hoping he knows what he is implying, but Dexter isn't getting it.

"What, like to your mum and dad's? So what?"

Jack now sits up fully, he takes Dexter's hand in his and gazes down upon it, as the fingers link together. "Dex, I don't live in London anymore..."

"So? You live up north, south, east, west, where? There is a thing called public transport." Why was Jack being so dramatic?

"Dex...I live in the States. I live in L.A."

"What? You're kidding me right?" Dexter laughs at the words leaving Jack's lips.

"No Dex, I'm not." Jack feels the sudden pull on his hand and his heart strings as Dexter tears his hand away.

"You fucking...why didn't you tell me?' Dexter felt like his stomach had fallen through the floor.

"I...I... Hey, How was I to know you were gonna come knocking on my door last night. I thought you just wanted to make things right." Jack could now feel his own heart begin to pound in his chest. How had this moment of bliss turned so ugly all of a sudden?

"I confessed my feelings to you. I've never done that ...ah fuck it, fuck you!" Dexter now gets out of the bed, heading towards his pile of clothes. "We obviously want different things."

"Dex, where are you going? Can't we talk about this?" Jack hurries from the bed, grabbing some shorts to pull over himself in the process. He goes to approach Dexter but is pushed back by a firm hand.

"Don't come near me. You led me on. You made me say all that stuff." He now takes a step closer to Jack, scrutinising the man as he tilts his head to one side. "Was that your plan all along? For me to say what you wanted to hear so you can get over me, prove you're right and carry on with your amazing life?"

"No Dex. You know that's not true." He tries once again to reach out to him, but the arm is pushed away again.

"Don't touch me. You will never touch me again." Dexter says through clenched teeth. He now backs away, getting the remainder of his clothes on.

Jack just watches as if watching a car crash in slow motion. He had never thought Dexter would have admitted he was ever wrong, let alone his feelings and everything which followed after. The last thing Jack ever expected Dexter to do was to commit. "Don't go Dex, please. We can talk about this."

"I'm done with you Jack. This is over." And with that, he heads for the door. The sound of it closing felt so loud and seemed to signify the end of so much more than just a closed door. Was it really the end of them?