Keeping This Up Could Be Dangerous (Twenty-One)
Title: Keeping This Up Could Be Dangerous
Author: Katie
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: NC-17
P.O.V.: Alex
Summary: Best friends Alex Gaskarth and Jack Barakat tell each other everything. At least, Alex thought they told each other everything. Jack has a secret, well three actually; 1. Jack is gay. 2. He is in love with his best friend. 3. He cuts.
Disclaimer: I don't own Jack, Alex, or anyone in the lovely band and crew that make up All Time Low. They all own each other. Amen.
turnthepageover.livejournal.com/15881.html - Masterpost. I fail at links. So that's the best I can do.
"Alex, wake up!" I heard a voice yelling, and I groaned into my pillow.
"Noo!" I yelled, but the pillow made it come out as a mumble.
"Come on, check out is in two hours. We need you showered and fed and ready to go!" Matt said, slapping me on the back. Pain shot through it, and I screamed.
"That fucking hurt!" I yelled, raising my head, and feeling it thud. I groaned, feeling nauseous and shoving my face back into the pillow.
"Here." I heard a glass being set down on the table next to me. I forced myself up, and the covers fell from around me. I grabbed the glass and the aspirin, popping the two pills in my mouth and taking a drink. I took a couple more, feeling my stomach turn, and putting the glass back down. I put my throbbing head in my hands, feeling my whole body start to ache, particularly my ass. "Damn, bro, who fucked you up?"
"I don't fucking remember," I told him, rubbing my temples.
"I gotta go check on Rian and Zack, just be ready by check out time, okay?" Matt asked, and I nodded. He left the room, and leaned back against the headboard. I sighed, looking up the ceiling and willing myself to get out of the bed. My body hurt all over, and I didn't want to move. But I knew if I was still in bed by the time Matt came back in, he would get pissed off.
I got up, feeling pain shoot through my entire body. I waddled into the bathroom, turning on the light and turning towards the mirror. I looked at myself, and let out a groan. My hair was all over the place, sticking up in random places. There were bags under my eyes, and my bottom lip was busted. I had like four hickeys on my neck, and I could see a couple of spots on my shoulder and chest. The bruises on my wrist seemed even worse, and there were purple and blue bruises shaped like hands on my hips. I couldn't see my back, but touching it let me know there was tender spots going up my spine. I had glitter all over me, and I remembered it was from whatever club we had gone to last night. I couldn't remember anything past my first shot.
"Fuck," I sighed, turning around and turning the shower on. I stepped into it, letting the hot water run over my aching body. I grabbed the small bottle of shampoo, pouring it all in my hair and washing it. I washed my body off, washing away some of the glitter, but some of it was stubborn and stayed on my skin. I got out when I was done, wrapping a towel around my waist. I wrapped my hair up in another towel. I walked out of the room, looking for my suitcase. I stopped when I saw Jack in just his boxers, bent over and going through his suitcase. I swallowed, trying to look anywhere but his ass. He stood back up, and I saw scratches down his back. "Shit, man. You must of had fun last night."
He turned around, looking at me and giving me a small smile. His eyes wandered down my own body. "I could say the same to you."
"I don't know," I replied. "I don't remember anything from last night. All I know is I feel like I got ass-raped by Edward Cullen."
"Sucks, you would have liked that," he told me and I laughed. He had a relieved looking expression on his face, and he turned away to put his pants on.
"Can you hand me my bag?" I asked him, and he tossed it to me. I caught it, and it knocked me back on the bed. I groaned, just laying there.
"You okay, Lex?" he asked, and I nodded.
"I don't wanna fucking move," I told him. "Help me get dressed."
"I'm not helping you get dressed," he told me, shaking his head.
"Come on, help me out. I helped you get dressed the other day!" I yelled at him.
"I was high!" he yelled.
"I was raped by Edward Cullen!"
"Fine," he said, walking over and taking my bag off of me. He unzipped it, pulling a random pair of jeans, a shirt, and boxers. He zipped it back up, throwing it on the floor. "Come here, big boy."
"How awkward," I said, and he yanked the towel away from me. My eyes widened as I looked up at him.
"A little help here, bro?" he asked, putting my legs in the holes of my boxers. I lifted my hips, taking them and pulling them up for him. He tried putting my pants on next, pushing them up my legs. I lifted my hips up again, and he pushed them up over my hips, losing his balance and falling on top of me.
"Hi there, Jack," I said, looking up at him.
"Hey," he said, laughing nervously. I looked into his eyes, fighting the urge to kiss him. I didn't want him to freak out or something.
"Can you, um, get off, maybe?" I asked, and he raised his eyebrows.
"I mean, if you want me to, it won't be a prob-"
"Not what I meant," I said.
"Are you sure?" he asked, starting to move his hips against mine.
"No! Stop it!" I said, eyes going wide as my hands flew up to his chest to push him away.
"I'm just joking," he said, laughing. His hands closed over my wrists, and he sat up, straddling my waist. "Alex?"
"Huh?" I asked, zoning back into him.
"Wh-who did this?" he asked, running his thumbs over the bruises on my wrists.
"Don't worry about it," I told him, yanking my wrists away from him.
"Seriously, Alex, tell me," he said, grabbing my hands, but I pulled them away from him again. I pushed him off of me, getting up and grabbing my shirt. "Alex, please, tell me," he said again, sitting up. "Someone hurt you, I want to know who it was. I-"
"Just forget about it, Jack!"
"Why won't you tell me?" he asked, following me.
"Because I don't want to," I told him, going into the bathroom.
"Alex, who was it?!" he demanded.
"You really want to know, Jack?!" I demanded, turning around quickly and looking at him.
"Obviously I do!" he said, and I gritted my teeth.
"It was you, Jack!" I yelled at him.
"What?" he asked, shrinking back. "I-I didn't..."
"Yes you did. When you were high. I was helping you change, and you kissed me. And then you got really rough, and," I stopped for a second, looking at my feet. "You tried to rape me Jack. I had to fight you off and run away. That's why I was avoiding you. You gave me the bruises."
"I did- I didn't! I- No!" he shook his head, and my face fell, and I suddenly regretted telling him.
"Jack-" I started, but he shook his head. He turned away from me, opening the door and running out of the bathroom. I followed him out, seeing him run out of the hotel room and slam the door behind him.
Author: Katie
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: NC-17
P.O.V.: Alex
Summary: Best friends Alex Gaskarth and Jack Barakat tell each other everything. At least, Alex thought they told each other everything. Jack has a secret, well three actually; 1. Jack is gay. 2. He is in love with his best friend. 3. He cuts.
Disclaimer: I don't own Jack, Alex, or anyone in the lovely band and crew that make up All Time Low. They all own each other. Amen.
turnthepageover.livejournal.com/15881.html - Masterpost. I fail at links. So that's the best I can do.
"Alex, wake up!" I heard a voice yelling, and I groaned into my pillow.
"Noo!" I yelled, but the pillow made it come out as a mumble.
"Come on, check out is in two hours. We need you showered and fed and ready to go!" Matt said, slapping me on the back. Pain shot through it, and I screamed.
"That fucking hurt!" I yelled, raising my head, and feeling it thud. I groaned, feeling nauseous and shoving my face back into the pillow.
"Here." I heard a glass being set down on the table next to me. I forced myself up, and the covers fell from around me. I grabbed the glass and the aspirin, popping the two pills in my mouth and taking a drink. I took a couple more, feeling my stomach turn, and putting the glass back down. I put my throbbing head in my hands, feeling my whole body start to ache, particularly my ass. "Damn, bro, who fucked you up?"
"I don't fucking remember," I told him, rubbing my temples.
"I gotta go check on Rian and Zack, just be ready by check out time, okay?" Matt asked, and I nodded. He left the room, and leaned back against the headboard. I sighed, looking up the ceiling and willing myself to get out of the bed. My body hurt all over, and I didn't want to move. But I knew if I was still in bed by the time Matt came back in, he would get pissed off.
I got up, feeling pain shoot through my entire body. I waddled into the bathroom, turning on the light and turning towards the mirror. I looked at myself, and let out a groan. My hair was all over the place, sticking up in random places. There were bags under my eyes, and my bottom lip was busted. I had like four hickeys on my neck, and I could see a couple of spots on my shoulder and chest. The bruises on my wrist seemed even worse, and there were purple and blue bruises shaped like hands on my hips. I couldn't see my back, but touching it let me know there was tender spots going up my spine. I had glitter all over me, and I remembered it was from whatever club we had gone to last night. I couldn't remember anything past my first shot.
"Fuck," I sighed, turning around and turning the shower on. I stepped into it, letting the hot water run over my aching body. I grabbed the small bottle of shampoo, pouring it all in my hair and washing it. I washed my body off, washing away some of the glitter, but some of it was stubborn and stayed on my skin. I got out when I was done, wrapping a towel around my waist. I wrapped my hair up in another towel. I walked out of the room, looking for my suitcase. I stopped when I saw Jack in just his boxers, bent over and going through his suitcase. I swallowed, trying to look anywhere but his ass. He stood back up, and I saw scratches down his back. "Shit, man. You must of had fun last night."
He turned around, looking at me and giving me a small smile. His eyes wandered down my own body. "I could say the same to you."
"I don't know," I replied. "I don't remember anything from last night. All I know is I feel like I got ass-raped by Edward Cullen."
"Sucks, you would have liked that," he told me and I laughed. He had a relieved looking expression on his face, and he turned away to put his pants on.
"Can you hand me my bag?" I asked him, and he tossed it to me. I caught it, and it knocked me back on the bed. I groaned, just laying there.
"You okay, Lex?" he asked, and I nodded.
"I don't wanna fucking move," I told him. "Help me get dressed."
"I'm not helping you get dressed," he told me, shaking his head.
"Come on, help me out. I helped you get dressed the other day!" I yelled at him.
"I was high!" he yelled.
"I was raped by Edward Cullen!"
"Fine," he said, walking over and taking my bag off of me. He unzipped it, pulling a random pair of jeans, a shirt, and boxers. He zipped it back up, throwing it on the floor. "Come here, big boy."
"How awkward," I said, and he yanked the towel away from me. My eyes widened as I looked up at him.
"A little help here, bro?" he asked, putting my legs in the holes of my boxers. I lifted my hips, taking them and pulling them up for him. He tried putting my pants on next, pushing them up my legs. I lifted my hips up again, and he pushed them up over my hips, losing his balance and falling on top of me.
"Hi there, Jack," I said, looking up at him.
"Hey," he said, laughing nervously. I looked into his eyes, fighting the urge to kiss him. I didn't want him to freak out or something.
"Can you, um, get off, maybe?" I asked, and he raised his eyebrows.
"I mean, if you want me to, it won't be a prob-"
"Not what I meant," I said.
"Are you sure?" he asked, starting to move his hips against mine.
"No! Stop it!" I said, eyes going wide as my hands flew up to his chest to push him away.
"I'm just joking," he said, laughing. His hands closed over my wrists, and he sat up, straddling my waist. "Alex?"
"Huh?" I asked, zoning back into him.
"Wh-who did this?" he asked, running his thumbs over the bruises on my wrists.
"Don't worry about it," I told him, yanking my wrists away from him.
"Seriously, Alex, tell me," he said, grabbing my hands, but I pulled them away from him again. I pushed him off of me, getting up and grabbing my shirt. "Alex, please, tell me," he said again, sitting up. "Someone hurt you, I want to know who it was. I-"
"Just forget about it, Jack!"
"Why won't you tell me?" he asked, following me.
"Because I don't want to," I told him, going into the bathroom.
"Alex, who was it?!" he demanded.
"You really want to know, Jack?!" I demanded, turning around quickly and looking at him.
"Obviously I do!" he said, and I gritted my teeth.
"It was you, Jack!" I yelled at him.
"What?" he asked, shrinking back. "I-I didn't..."
"Yes you did. When you were high. I was helping you change, and you kissed me. And then you got really rough, and," I stopped for a second, looking at my feet. "You tried to rape me Jack. I had to fight you off and run away. That's why I was avoiding you. You gave me the bruises."
"I did- I didn't! I- No!" he shook his head, and my face fell, and I suddenly regretted telling him.
"Jack-" I started, but he shook his head. He turned away from me, opening the door and running out of the bathroom. I followed him out, seeing him run out of the hotel room and slam the door behind him.