Thunderstorms
Title: Thunderstorms
Author: dee_jaydj
Rating: R for language
Pairing: Jack/Alex
POV: Third (Alex-centric)
Summary: Thunderstorms; the bane of Alex Gaskarth's existance.
Disclaimer: I do not own All Time Low, nor do I know/own any of it's members. But damn, do I wish this happened. XD
Beta: One of mah friends, since alifeofourown isn't on when I need her to be. XD
Author Notes: So... I know I've been totally AWOL for God only knows how long, but i've been grounded. The result? Four new oneshots/drabbles. This being the first of them. XD I know, I know, I should probably get around to finishing the last chapter of UTI, but I just.... I had more inspiration for this. XDD
For some reason only God could know, thunderstorms were the fucking scariest things in the world to Alex. Well, it’s okay when it’s just a little rain, and the power stays on, but it’s another thing entirely when there’s loud thunder right outside his bedroom window, and the lights go out, and holy shit they really were scary. It was a really irrational fear, and he’d tried to tell himself that many times before, but he just… couldn’t.
Alex whimpered quietly as another clap of thunder rang through the house, sending another jolt of fear through him. Slowly, he rose from the bed, taking a pillow off it and cautiously walking out to his living room, blindly stumbling around in the dark, his only light the occasional flash of lightning. But it’s not like that helped at all, it just made him jump and squeak. Which was pretty fucking embarrassing.
He finished his trek to the living room, looking around for candles or… something.
Just as he tossed the pillow onto the couch, he heard a loud knock on the door. He blinked a few times, before slowly making his way to the front of the house. What if this was some psycho rapist coming to get him?!
“This is such a bad idea…” he mumbled to himself, putting a shaking hand on the door knob and pulling it open.
Standing in the doorway was Jack, hair and skin dripping wet, wearing nothing but a soaked-through T-Shirt and equally wet jeans. Alex stared at his shivering boyfriend in shock.
“Jack… what… the fuck…?” he asked slowly, eyes wide. Jack smiled apologetically, clearing his throat.
“Sorry I didn’t get here earlier. I fell asleep, didn’t notice that the storm started…” he apologized, trying not to stutter in the cold. Alex sighed a little, rolling his eyes. He didn’t get a chance to tell jack how stupid he was, because Jack’s wet arms wrapped around him comfortingly, just as thunder struck once more, and Alex didn’t even care because Goddamn he hated fucking thunder.
Jack pulled away a little, looking down at Alex. “You okay, babe?” he asked softly, gently cupping his cheek with his hand. Alex stared up at him, eyes a little wide. There was another strike of lightning, and it illuminated Jack’s face, and he kindasorta looked really beautiful in that moment. The water dripping down his face from his hair, the smile that spread even to his gorgeous brown eyes…
“Yeah, I’m okay now,” he breathed out quietly, smiling a little.
For all he knew, storms didn’t even fucking exist.
Author: dee_jaydj
Rating: R for language
Pairing: Jack/Alex
POV: Third (Alex-centric)
Summary: Thunderstorms; the bane of Alex Gaskarth's existance.
Disclaimer: I do not own All Time Low, nor do I know/own any of it's members. But damn, do I wish this happened. XD
Beta: One of mah friends, since alifeofourown isn't on when I need her to be. XD
Author Notes: So... I know I've been totally AWOL for God only knows how long, but i've been grounded. The result? Four new oneshots/drabbles. This being the first of them. XD I know, I know, I should probably get around to finishing the last chapter of UTI, but I just.... I had more inspiration for this. XDD
For some reason only God could know, thunderstorms were the fucking scariest things in the world to Alex. Well, it’s okay when it’s just a little rain, and the power stays on, but it’s another thing entirely when there’s loud thunder right outside his bedroom window, and the lights go out, and holy shit they really were scary. It was a really irrational fear, and he’d tried to tell himself that many times before, but he just… couldn’t.
Alex whimpered quietly as another clap of thunder rang through the house, sending another jolt of fear through him. Slowly, he rose from the bed, taking a pillow off it and cautiously walking out to his living room, blindly stumbling around in the dark, his only light the occasional flash of lightning. But it’s not like that helped at all, it just made him jump and squeak. Which was pretty fucking embarrassing.
He finished his trek to the living room, looking around for candles or… something.
Just as he tossed the pillow onto the couch, he heard a loud knock on the door. He blinked a few times, before slowly making his way to the front of the house. What if this was some psycho rapist coming to get him?!
“This is such a bad idea…” he mumbled to himself, putting a shaking hand on the door knob and pulling it open.
Standing in the doorway was Jack, hair and skin dripping wet, wearing nothing but a soaked-through T-Shirt and equally wet jeans. Alex stared at his shivering boyfriend in shock.
“Jack… what… the fuck…?” he asked slowly, eyes wide. Jack smiled apologetically, clearing his throat.
“Sorry I didn’t get here earlier. I fell asleep, didn’t notice that the storm started…” he apologized, trying not to stutter in the cold. Alex sighed a little, rolling his eyes. He didn’t get a chance to tell jack how stupid he was, because Jack’s wet arms wrapped around him comfortingly, just as thunder struck once more, and Alex didn’t even care because Goddamn he hated fucking thunder.
Jack pulled away a little, looking down at Alex. “You okay, babe?” he asked softly, gently cupping his cheek with his hand. Alex stared up at him, eyes a little wide. There was another strike of lightning, and it illuminated Jack’s face, and he kindasorta looked really beautiful in that moment. The water dripping down his face from his hair, the smile that spread even to his gorgeous brown eyes…
“Yeah, I’m okay now,” he breathed out quietly, smiling a little.
For all he knew, storms didn’t even fucking exist.