"Why are you here?"
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Jack leans across and pulls his phone over towards him, illuminating the screen. 03:23. Who the hell was banging on his door this time of night?

BANG  BANG  BANG! 

Jack was relieved that his suite was the only one on this level. At least he wouldn't have disgruntled neighbours to contend with. He pulls himself out of bed, grabbing a t-shirt from the bedside chair and pulling it over his head, making his way towards the persistent banging on his door. 

He turns the handle and opens it just a fraction, just enough for him to see who was causing such a ruckus on the other side. "Dex?" 

"Lemme in. I wanna fuck you." Comes the drunken reply, with Dexter leaning his intoxicated heavy weight on the doorframe. 

"Dex, you're drunk." Jack says, now opening the door a little wider, with Dexter stumbling over the threshold. He grabs onto Jack's t-shirt, trying his best to look Jack in the eyes. 

"Call it a freebie, on the house!" Dexter slurs as he leans his body onto Jack's, sandwiching him between the walls. 

"Get off me Dex!" Jack says forcibly as he pushes Dexter back. His head smacks into the back of the wall opposite but at least gives Jack time to close the door after them. "What's your problem?" 

"I said I wanna fuck you Jack. You know you've been dreaming of it, you've been wanting me to say it since your cock got hard for me ten years ago." 

Jack takes his fists to Dexter's shirt, pulling him towards him. He stares into Dexter's eyes, all glassy, and wasted. "You wanna start with me Dexter Huh? You wanna go down that road?" He pushes Dexter back once again, doing his best to compose himself. "I don't fuck drunk people, it doesn't matter who they are. I suggest you leave." 

"Nononono…Don't throw me out!" Dexter says, now pulling on Jack's arm. Jack looks back at him. He had never seen Dexter in this light. He seemed helpless, scared, vulnerable. 

He takes Dexter's hand off his arms and lets it drop down. "Dexter I'm not talking to you unless you are gonna start being honest about all of this." Dexter looks to the ground, absentmindedly kicking at nothing on the marble floor. He pushes his tongue in his cheek. 

"I just wanna fuck you Jack." He mumbles, like a brat. 

"Why?" Jack says with his arms folded. 

"Because, that's what you've always wanted." Dexter replies, still looking down at the floor.

"Wrong answer." Jack replies, undeterred by his method. "Try again." 

"Ok, you want it... and I'm sorry for bullying you at school." Dexter now looks up from the floor and stares at Jack. Even through the drunken stare, Jack could see a hint of remorse in the latter of the words, but they still weren't the words he was longing to hear.

"I'm giving you one last chance Dex, or I'm throwing you out. "Tell me. Why are you here?"

"I hate you." Dexter says under his breath, making Jack frown in confusion.

"Excuse me?" He questions,  slower than intended, ready to sling his ex best friend out of the suite. 

"You heard me!" Dexter says, now getting right into Jack's face. "I...hate...you!" He pokes Jack's chest with a finger. "I hate how you are rich, I hate how you are successful, I hate how your family loves you so much. I hate you because you made me like this." 

It takes everything within Jack's power to not react to Dexter's words. He suppresses his anger with a swallow. "And what is this Dex?"

"Lost, looking for escape, looking for something because…" He steps back a fraction and looks into Jack's eyes. "Why did you do that thing with Brian?. Why couldn't you just wait…" Dexter now pulls back completely, shrouding his head with his hands. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have come here." He stumbles back towards the door, but Jack stops him in his tracks by pulling at Dexter's sleeve. 

"Say it Dex please...just tell me what you want to say." Jack now sounds pleading, but it does get Dexter to turn back around. 

He looks back up at Jack. Taking a hand up to Jack's cheek. He lets his thumb brush over Jack's stubble. "Do I really need to say it? You must already know." Dexter says with a small smile. It melts Jack's heart completely as he places his hand over Dexter's. He closes his eyes, enjoying the feel of Dexter's palm on his skin. Such a simple touch, which in that moment meant more than anything that had gone before between them. 

Jack finally pulls down their hands. He looks at Dexter with a warm smile. "Stay." He utters under a breath. "Just stay, nothing more. Please just stay with me tonight." 

Dexter pulls on Jack's connected hand smiling. A smile which for the longest of time felt genuine, felt real and felt true. "Lead the way."