Keeping This Up Could Be Dangerous (Twelve)
Title: Keeping This Up Could Be Dangerous
Rating: NC-17 Overall.
Pairing: Jack/Alex
Point of View: Alex
Disclaimer: Would I really be on here if I owned them? No, we'd be partying and having a wild time.
A/N: All of the previous chapters are posted in my journal, since I have no luck at all with links.
I had done my best to avoid Alex most of the day. His new found obsession with not letting me out of his sight was getting rather annoying. He was scared, I understood that, but him being around me constantly wasn't helping me get over him. I didn't want to hurt anymore, but that would be impossible unless I could find a way to get Alex less involved in my life. I knew I was hurting him, but he was hurting me too.
It killed me to ignore him since he is my best friend. He told me I was like a brother to him. I didn't want him to see me as that. The minute those words left his mouth I hated them. I didn't want him to think of me as a brother. I wanted him to want me the way I wanted him.
That will never happen.
Avoiding him didn't last long, however, because at the end of the day Alex and I sleep in the same place in the van. He laid himself down on top of me and wrapped his arms tightly around me. That's how we fell asleep.
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I woke up to Lex whimpering on top of me, I tried to push him off but there was a tug on my arm that stopped me. Confused and about to pee myself, I lifted my hand up to see a pair of silver handcuffs connected to my arm. The other cuff was connected to Alex. I glared at him knowing he had to have done this before shoving him off of me, and letting my arm fall with him. As soon as he landed on the ground he sat up, startled.
"Could you stop pushing me on the ground?" he asked.
"Why the fuck did you do this?" I asked, angrily changing the subject.
"Do what?" he asked, confused.
"This!" I yelled, throwing up my arm that was handcuffed to him. His eyes widened as his hand moved up as well.
"I didn't do this, Jack."
"Bull shit," I glared at him.
Once we finally managed to get off the bus I started pulling Alex in the way of the bathroom but he stopped me. I glared at him. I seriously had to pee and Alex was starting to piss me off.
"Jack..." he started.
"What?" I spat at him.
"Why are you cutting? Please just tell me," he said in a small voice.
"Because I miss my mom," I said, coming up with an excuse.
"I miss your mom too, but I know that's not why you are cutting!" he said looking up at me.
"Shut the fuck up," I glared.
"Not until you tell me why you are doing this."
"Because...Oprah didn't give me a new car," I glared.
"Jack! Seriously just tell me!"
"BECAUSE I FUCKING HATE YOU!" I yelled, turning away form him.
I felt bad the minute the words left my mouth. I felt terrible that I said that to him, but I couldn't tell him I was sorry. I couldn't turn back to him and tell him I didn't mean it. I could hear him choke out a sob from behind me. I had made him cry. I put my headphones in so I didn't have to listen to him, and started to try and walk to the bathroom again. I couldn't walk far cause Alex still refused to walk with me. Then my headphones were ripped out of my ears.
"You don't hate me," he said quietly, with tears silently slipping out of his eyes.
"No, but you're pissing me off," I sighed.
"I just want some answers," he said, wiping his eyes.
"Yeah, well I just want to pee," I said.
"Not until you give me an answer," Alex said.
"I swear I'm gonna pee on you if you don't let me go," I glared.
"Do it. I dare you," he challenged.
That was all I needed. I was mad, and I just wanted to go to the bathroom, besides that, he dared me to do it. So instead of walking all the way to the bathroom, I whipped it out and peed right on him. His face was priceless. He was pretty much shocked. Once I put it away, he was still standing there with that shocked look on his face, then it gradually turned into a smirk.
"You do realize that now we have to go shower," he said.
Fuck.
Rating: NC-17 Overall.
Pairing: Jack/Alex
Point of View: Alex
Disclaimer: Would I really be on here if I owned them? No, we'd be partying and having a wild time.
A/N: All of the previous chapters are posted in my journal, since I have no luck at all with links.
I had done my best to avoid Alex most of the day. His new found obsession with not letting me out of his sight was getting rather annoying. He was scared, I understood that, but him being around me constantly wasn't helping me get over him. I didn't want to hurt anymore, but that would be impossible unless I could find a way to get Alex less involved in my life. I knew I was hurting him, but he was hurting me too.
It killed me to ignore him since he is my best friend. He told me I was like a brother to him. I didn't want him to see me as that. The minute those words left his mouth I hated them. I didn't want him to think of me as a brother. I wanted him to want me the way I wanted him.
That will never happen.
Avoiding him didn't last long, however, because at the end of the day Alex and I sleep in the same place in the van. He laid himself down on top of me and wrapped his arms tightly around me. That's how we fell asleep.
---
I woke up to Lex whimpering on top of me, I tried to push him off but there was a tug on my arm that stopped me. Confused and about to pee myself, I lifted my hand up to see a pair of silver handcuffs connected to my arm. The other cuff was connected to Alex. I glared at him knowing he had to have done this before shoving him off of me, and letting my arm fall with him. As soon as he landed on the ground he sat up, startled.
"Could you stop pushing me on the ground?" he asked.
"Why the fuck did you do this?" I asked, angrily changing the subject.
"Do what?" he asked, confused.
"This!" I yelled, throwing up my arm that was handcuffed to him. His eyes widened as his hand moved up as well.
"I didn't do this, Jack."
"Bull shit," I glared at him.
Once we finally managed to get off the bus I started pulling Alex in the way of the bathroom but he stopped me. I glared at him. I seriously had to pee and Alex was starting to piss me off.
"Jack..." he started.
"What?" I spat at him.
"Why are you cutting? Please just tell me," he said in a small voice.
"Because I miss my mom," I said, coming up with an excuse.
"I miss your mom too, but I know that's not why you are cutting!" he said looking up at me.
"Shut the fuck up," I glared.
"Not until you tell me why you are doing this."
"Because...Oprah didn't give me a new car," I glared.
"Jack! Seriously just tell me!"
"BECAUSE I FUCKING HATE YOU!" I yelled, turning away form him.
I felt bad the minute the words left my mouth. I felt terrible that I said that to him, but I couldn't tell him I was sorry. I couldn't turn back to him and tell him I didn't mean it. I could hear him choke out a sob from behind me. I had made him cry. I put my headphones in so I didn't have to listen to him, and started to try and walk to the bathroom again. I couldn't walk far cause Alex still refused to walk with me. Then my headphones were ripped out of my ears.
"You don't hate me," he said quietly, with tears silently slipping out of his eyes.
"No, but you're pissing me off," I sighed.
"I just want some answers," he said, wiping his eyes.
"Yeah, well I just want to pee," I said.
"Not until you give me an answer," Alex said.
"I swear I'm gonna pee on you if you don't let me go," I glared.
"Do it. I dare you," he challenged.
That was all I needed. I was mad, and I just wanted to go to the bathroom, besides that, he dared me to do it. So instead of walking all the way to the bathroom, I whipped it out and peed right on him. His face was priceless. He was pretty much shocked. Once I put it away, he was still standing there with that shocked look on his face, then it gradually turned into a smirk.
"You do realize that now we have to go shower," he said.
Fuck.