Keeping This Up Could Be Dangerous (Twenty-Five)
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.
"Y-You love me?" I stuttered, staring at Jack in disbelief. "Like, you're in love with me?"
"I want to talk to Matt now," Jack said, staring down at his hands.
"J-Jack?" I asked, but he wouldn't look at me. "You're not going to talk to me now?"
"Please go get Matt," he said softly.
"Please talk to me first, Jack," I said, reaching my hand out, but he pulled away.
"I don't know want to talk to you anymore, Alex," he told me, glancing up, but not looking me in the eyes. "Please leave. Have Matt come in."
"Okay, if that's what you want," I said, standing up, dejected. I held the back of my gown closed with my hand, leaving the room and going out to the waiting room where the guys were sitting. I sat down in the chair next to Matt, putting my chin in my hands.
"What's wrong, Alex?" he asked, and I shook my head.
"Jack wants to you to go back now," I told him.
"I'll go see him then," he said, getting up and walking back to the room.
"Are you sure you're okay, Lex?" Zack asked, and I nodded.
"This whole thing has just exhausted me," I told him.
"You can go back up to your room and sleep if you want," he told me.
"Yeah. I might do that," I said, nodding.
"Do you want me to walk up with you?" he asked.
"No. I'll be fine."
"Okay. We're gonna come up and check on you later, though," he said, and I nodded.
"I'll be there," I responded before getting up and walking to the elevators.
**
I laid back in the bed, eyes wide open as I stared at the ceiling. I couldn't sleep, no matter how long I kept my eyes closed. I tried sleeping in every position. I laid on my back, both of my sides, on my stomach, with my ass up in the air. Nothing I tried worked. My mind was too wrapped around Jack.
Was it possible that he really did love me? Like, not just in the way you love your brother.
We'd always been best friends. Maybe even closer than that. We were inseparable about a week after we started talking. We were AlexandJack all through high school. Even our girlfriends had to deal with us as a package deal. But Jack never had many girlfriends after sophomore year. That's probably when he figured out he was gay. God, how could I not have seen that. Oh yeah, Lisa.
I pushed that memory away, chewing on my lip.
How do I feel, though? That's what I can't figure out. I really like guys, sometimes more than girls, and Jack is definitely what I would consider my type. He was taller than me. He had gorgeous eyes. He wasn't really muscular. He was actually pretty goofy looking. So tall and lanky, with that mop of skunk hair-
I realized how brightly I was smiling as I thought about him, and I couldn't stop.
Could I love him back? Could I really be in love with my best friend? With my Jack?
I looked down at my wrists, seeing that the bruises were still there.
It had been about a week since Jack had tried to.. rape me. Why hadn't the bruises faded by now? Why did they seem like they had gotten even darker? They were almost perfectly aligned with the others. Just like Jack had wrapped his hands around my wrists again and squeezed them as tight as before. But when would he have done that. And I had just noticed how dark they were yesterday morning after I woke up from the-
I jumped up. Did Jack and I have sex that night? Was he the one who gave me the bruises all over my hips? I moved the gown, putting my wrist beside my hips where it was bruised. My breath hitched when I realized how alike the outlines looked.
I could feel my lower half beginning to stir at the thought of Jack being the one that had done all of that to me. It was obviously some of the best sex I had ever had. I hated that I couldn't remember any of it.
But I could remember all of the times we had kissed. The time in the shower. When we were in the van. I remember how my stomach had exploded into butterflies, and my heart beat so fast it made my chest hurt. Every time his lips were pressed to mine, I just wanted more and more of him. I never wanted to stop kissing him. His lips were sweet. His mouth was sweet. He just had this addicting taste that was just so.. Jack. I didn't think I could ever get enough of it.
"I love him," I whispered to myself. "I'm in love with Jack fucking Barakat."
"It's about time you figured that out," Zack said, and I looked over to see him standing in the doorway, smiling at me.
I smiled back at him, and he walked in, sitting in the chair next to me.
"Get some sleep, bro," he told me. "I think your pretty little brain has done enough thinking for one night. You can go see your boy tomorrow and explain yourself."
"Shut up, Merrick," I yawned, smiling to myself as I laid my head back on the pillow. I rolled onto my stomach, slipping my arm underneath the pillow and closing my eyes. I was out within minutes, falling into a sleep filled with dreams of Jack.
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.
"Y-You love me?" I stuttered, staring at Jack in disbelief. "Like, you're in love with me?"
"I want to talk to Matt now," Jack said, staring down at his hands.
"J-Jack?" I asked, but he wouldn't look at me. "You're not going to talk to me now?"
"Please go get Matt," he said softly.
"Please talk to me first, Jack," I said, reaching my hand out, but he pulled away.
"I don't know want to talk to you anymore, Alex," he told me, glancing up, but not looking me in the eyes. "Please leave. Have Matt come in."
"Okay, if that's what you want," I said, standing up, dejected. I held the back of my gown closed with my hand, leaving the room and going out to the waiting room where the guys were sitting. I sat down in the chair next to Matt, putting my chin in my hands.
"What's wrong, Alex?" he asked, and I shook my head.
"Jack wants to you to go back now," I told him.
"I'll go see him then," he said, getting up and walking back to the room.
"Are you sure you're okay, Lex?" Zack asked, and I nodded.
"This whole thing has just exhausted me," I told him.
"You can go back up to your room and sleep if you want," he told me.
"Yeah. I might do that," I said, nodding.
"Do you want me to walk up with you?" he asked.
"No. I'll be fine."
"Okay. We're gonna come up and check on you later, though," he said, and I nodded.
"I'll be there," I responded before getting up and walking to the elevators.
**
I laid back in the bed, eyes wide open as I stared at the ceiling. I couldn't sleep, no matter how long I kept my eyes closed. I tried sleeping in every position. I laid on my back, both of my sides, on my stomach, with my ass up in the air. Nothing I tried worked. My mind was too wrapped around Jack.
Was it possible that he really did love me? Like, not just in the way you love your brother.
We'd always been best friends. Maybe even closer than that. We were inseparable about a week after we started talking. We were AlexandJack all through high school. Even our girlfriends had to deal with us as a package deal. But Jack never had many girlfriends after sophomore year. That's probably when he figured out he was gay. God, how could I not have seen that. Oh yeah, Lisa.
I pushed that memory away, chewing on my lip.
How do I feel, though? That's what I can't figure out. I really like guys, sometimes more than girls, and Jack is definitely what I would consider my type. He was taller than me. He had gorgeous eyes. He wasn't really muscular. He was actually pretty goofy looking. So tall and lanky, with that mop of skunk hair-
I realized how brightly I was smiling as I thought about him, and I couldn't stop.
Could I love him back? Could I really be in love with my best friend? With my Jack?
I looked down at my wrists, seeing that the bruises were still there.
It had been about a week since Jack had tried to.. rape me. Why hadn't the bruises faded by now? Why did they seem like they had gotten even darker? They were almost perfectly aligned with the others. Just like Jack had wrapped his hands around my wrists again and squeezed them as tight as before. But when would he have done that. And I had just noticed how dark they were yesterday morning after I woke up from the-
I jumped up. Did Jack and I have sex that night? Was he the one who gave me the bruises all over my hips? I moved the gown, putting my wrist beside my hips where it was bruised. My breath hitched when I realized how alike the outlines looked.
I could feel my lower half beginning to stir at the thought of Jack being the one that had done all of that to me. It was obviously some of the best sex I had ever had. I hated that I couldn't remember any of it.
But I could remember all of the times we had kissed. The time in the shower. When we were in the van. I remember how my stomach had exploded into butterflies, and my heart beat so fast it made my chest hurt. Every time his lips were pressed to mine, I just wanted more and more of him. I never wanted to stop kissing him. His lips were sweet. His mouth was sweet. He just had this addicting taste that was just so.. Jack. I didn't think I could ever get enough of it.
"I love him," I whispered to myself. "I'm in love with Jack fucking Barakat."
"It's about time you figured that out," Zack said, and I looked over to see him standing in the doorway, smiling at me.
I smiled back at him, and he walked in, sitting in the chair next to me.
"Get some sleep, bro," he told me. "I think your pretty little brain has done enough thinking for one night. You can go see your boy tomorrow and explain yourself."
"Shut up, Merrick," I yawned, smiling to myself as I laid my head back on the pillow. I rolled onto my stomach, slipping my arm underneath the pillow and closing my eyes. I was out within minutes, falling into a sleep filled with dreams of Jack.