Liquid Confidence
Title:Liquid Confidence
Author: graciepoox0
Pairing:Jack/Rian, Past Jalex
Rating:Overall NC-17
Warnings:Alcohol use?
Summary:You are an example of better things to come, so I'll wait on some other escape.
Disclaimer:I don't own anything, title belongs to You Me At Six.
Notes: I didn't know whether I should make this the prologue or the first chapter, but I guess I see when I decide to write the next part. I think it'll probably be the prologue, but I don't know yet.
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Alex never particularly liked going to clubs, he actually kind of hated it, really. But tonight, tonight he didn't care. He didn't care that the music was a little to loud for him to understand what his friends were saying, he didn't care that his body was stained with sweat, allowing his skin to stick to the skin of the girl he was dancing with, and he didn't care that he had just broken up with his boyfriend of over a year.
Okay, so maybe the last part was a lie. He did care; if he didn't, he wouldn't have spent the last hour of his night in the bathroom crying. Alex didn't understand how Jack, Jack of all people, would ever leave him. He treated the younger boy like a prince, he did nothing wrong... well, at least Alex didn't think so. He did start up unnessacry fights here and there, mostly when he was intoxicated (alcohol and Alex were never a great mix), but other then that, he didn't see what had caused Jack to leave. Whatever it was though, Alex didn't want to find out. He would rather end the relationship on a 'good' note, not spark up any drama that came afterwards.
Alex breathed heavily against the bare neck of the blonde he was grinding against, resting his hands on her hips. Alcohol took over his body, the scent thick on his breath. It would be a lie if Alex said he wasn't having a good time, because honestly, he was. There was no sign of Jack on his mind, and that's how he wanted it.
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Jack stared at Alex from across the room, blood boiling underneath his tan skin. Okay, so there really wasn't a reason for Jack to be upset. He was the one that had dumped Alex. But he hadn't expected the older boy to throw himself at someone else so soon. Sighing, Jack made a note to catch the bartender's attention, order himself another Captain and Coke to help him forget about the British boy across the room, at least for tonight.
Sighing, Jack had pulled his phone out of his pocket, sliding his finger across the screen to unlock it. He was thankful speed dial was invented, because he was probably too drunk to even figure out how to open the dial pad. Pressing his thumb down on the number 3, Jack brought the receiving end up to his ear and listened some song play on the other end. The phone rang about four times before someone finally answered, Jack's lips tugging into a smile.
"Hello?" The male on the other end answered a little groggily, making it aware to Jack that he had awoken him.
"Hey Rian. Sorry for waking you," Jack noted, finally catching the attention of the bartender. He brought the phone to his chest for a moment, placing his order. Once he was finished, he brought it back up to his ear, and let out a slight sigh.
"It's fine. What's up?" Rian asked, and even though he was tired, he seemed generally intrested in the conversation.
"I'm coming over, I just figured I would tell you," the younger boy laughed a bit, taking a sip from his freshly prepared drink. The alcohol soothed his throat, something that not many other things could do when he was angry.
"Alright, the doors unlocked. Just come up when you get here." Rian stated, before saying his goodbyes and ending the phone call. Jack's smile turned into a smirk as he finished off the rest of his drink, setting the glass down on the bar counter, along with a few twenties. Jack pushed himself off of the barstool, fumbling a bit as he tried to gain his balance. Running a hand through his dark hair, Jack shoved the other, along with his phone, into one of his pockets and left the bar. His feet trailed underneath him, his brain making a mental note that it wasn't a safe choice to drive and that he would have to pick his car up in the morning. The walk to Rian's wasn't far, only about ten minutes or so, but it gave the boy enough to time to think about Alex. Jack had every reason to break up with the boy, not because of something the older one did, but because of what Jack was about to do, what Jack had been doing for the past two months behind Alex's back. Jack was going over Rian's house not so he could crash on the couch and sleep off his drunken state, but for his own personal reasons. He was going to fuck him, and Jack knew if the alcohol hadn't helped him forget about Alex being all over some slut, having sex with Rian would.
Author: graciepoox0
Pairing:Jack/Rian, Past Jalex
Rating:Overall NC-17
Warnings:Alcohol use?
Summary:You are an example of better things to come, so I'll wait on some other escape.
Disclaimer:I don't own anything, title belongs to You Me At Six.
Notes: I didn't know whether I should make this the prologue or the first chapter, but I guess I see when I decide to write the next part. I think it'll probably be the prologue, but I don't know yet.
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Alex never particularly liked going to clubs, he actually kind of hated it, really. But tonight, tonight he didn't care. He didn't care that the music was a little to loud for him to understand what his friends were saying, he didn't care that his body was stained with sweat, allowing his skin to stick to the skin of the girl he was dancing with, and he didn't care that he had just broken up with his boyfriend of over a year.
Okay, so maybe the last part was a lie. He did care; if he didn't, he wouldn't have spent the last hour of his night in the bathroom crying. Alex didn't understand how Jack, Jack of all people, would ever leave him. He treated the younger boy like a prince, he did nothing wrong... well, at least Alex didn't think so. He did start up unnessacry fights here and there, mostly when he was intoxicated (alcohol and Alex were never a great mix), but other then that, he didn't see what had caused Jack to leave. Whatever it was though, Alex didn't want to find out. He would rather end the relationship on a 'good' note, not spark up any drama that came afterwards.
Alex breathed heavily against the bare neck of the blonde he was grinding against, resting his hands on her hips. Alcohol took over his body, the scent thick on his breath. It would be a lie if Alex said he wasn't having a good time, because honestly, he was. There was no sign of Jack on his mind, and that's how he wanted it.
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Jack stared at Alex from across the room, blood boiling underneath his tan skin. Okay, so there really wasn't a reason for Jack to be upset. He was the one that had dumped Alex. But he hadn't expected the older boy to throw himself at someone else so soon. Sighing, Jack made a note to catch the bartender's attention, order himself another Captain and Coke to help him forget about the British boy across the room, at least for tonight.
Sighing, Jack had pulled his phone out of his pocket, sliding his finger across the screen to unlock it. He was thankful speed dial was invented, because he was probably too drunk to even figure out how to open the dial pad. Pressing his thumb down on the number 3, Jack brought the receiving end up to his ear and listened some song play on the other end. The phone rang about four times before someone finally answered, Jack's lips tugging into a smile.
"Hello?" The male on the other end answered a little groggily, making it aware to Jack that he had awoken him.
"Hey Rian. Sorry for waking you," Jack noted, finally catching the attention of the bartender. He brought the phone to his chest for a moment, placing his order. Once he was finished, he brought it back up to his ear, and let out a slight sigh.
"It's fine. What's up?" Rian asked, and even though he was tired, he seemed generally intrested in the conversation.
"I'm coming over, I just figured I would tell you," the younger boy laughed a bit, taking a sip from his freshly prepared drink. The alcohol soothed his throat, something that not many other things could do when he was angry.
"Alright, the doors unlocked. Just come up when you get here." Rian stated, before saying his goodbyes and ending the phone call. Jack's smile turned into a smirk as he finished off the rest of his drink, setting the glass down on the bar counter, along with a few twenties. Jack pushed himself off of the barstool, fumbling a bit as he tried to gain his balance. Running a hand through his dark hair, Jack shoved the other, along with his phone, into one of his pockets and left the bar. His feet trailed underneath him, his brain making a mental note that it wasn't a safe choice to drive and that he would have to pick his car up in the morning. The walk to Rian's wasn't far, only about ten minutes or so, but it gave the boy enough to time to think about Alex. Jack had every reason to break up with the boy, not because of something the older one did, but because of what Jack was about to do, what Jack had been doing for the past two months behind Alex's back. Jack was going over Rian's house not so he could crash on the couch and sleep off his drunken state, but for his own personal reasons. He was going to fuck him, and Jack knew if the alcohol hadn't helped him forget about Alex being all over some slut, having sex with Rian would.