the concept of reality [6/10]
Title: the concept of reality [6/10]
Author: asphyxiatide/marina.
Rating: probably r, to be safe
Pairing: alex gaskarth/zack merrick
Summary: the happenings of alex and zack's relationship as told through ten drabbles based on words.
Warnings: potty mouth, sort of secks, fluff, angst, funny accents, crying.
Disclaimer: this is soooo fake. if you got here by googling yourself, or if rian googled your sorry ass, run away while you still can.
Dedications: whoever remembers this?
Author Notes: so i know i was going to finish this before i started posting chase the morning but i was too ansty to post about oli. umm, so, yeah, if you remember this crap then awesome. i just wanted to finish posting them for the sake of my own sanity.
raincoat | downpour | immature | yesterday | addiction
Alex locks Zacks lips in a messy, impatient, sloppy kiss.
"Alex," Zack mumbles into the kiss, which swallows the vowels and the only letter that really comes out is the x.
"Zack," Alex replies, and this time the only letter in the word is the k.
"Are we about to fuck?" Zack manages, just deciferable through the tangle of lips and tongues.
"I sure hope so," Alex pants, breaking the kiss, "because I'm not sure what I'll do if we don't."
"Say hello to your right hand," Zack laughs, "no sex for a week."
"No, Zack!" Alex groans. Zack grins.
Author: asphyxiatide/marina.
Rating: probably r, to be safe
Pairing: alex gaskarth/zack merrick
Summary: the happenings of alex and zack's relationship as told through ten drabbles based on words.
Warnings: potty mouth, sort of secks, fluff, angst, funny accents, crying.
Disclaimer: this is soooo fake. if you got here by googling yourself, or if rian googled your sorry ass, run away while you still can.
Dedications: whoever remembers this?
Author Notes: so i know i was going to finish this before i started posting chase the morning but i was too ansty to post about oli. umm, so, yeah, if you remember this crap then awesome. i just wanted to finish posting them for the sake of my own sanity.
raincoat | downpour | immature | yesterday | addiction
Alex locks Zacks lips in a messy, impatient, sloppy kiss.
"Alex," Zack mumbles into the kiss, which swallows the vowels and the only letter that really comes out is the x.
"Zack," Alex replies, and this time the only letter in the word is the k.
"Are we about to fuck?" Zack manages, just deciferable through the tangle of lips and tongues.
"I sure hope so," Alex pants, breaking the kiss, "because I'm not sure what I'll do if we don't."
"Say hello to your right hand," Zack laughs, "no sex for a week."
"No, Zack!" Alex groans. Zack grins.