Wrath (s/a)
Title: 7 Deadly Sins: Wrath
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jalex
Summary: “That's not the point! You just take my shit without even asking!”
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author Notes: This is part 3 of a seven-part one shot series involving the 7 deadly sins. It's a bit shorter than the other's so far, but ~shrug~ 'cause it's not as important as the others, it's gonna get a lot more interesting from now on ;)
Jack is pissed- no, he's really fucking pissed. This is the fifth time this week that this has happened! Jack thought his best friend would have learnt from the first time Jack got angry, but apparently not.
“Alex! Alex, where are you, you fucker?!” He yells as he makes his way to the front lounge, where he's pretty certain he'll find his childish best friend.
True to his word, he finds Alex nestled in between Rian and Zack, watching the pair have an intense game of 'Rock, Paper, Scissors'. Jack growls under his breath, and marches over to the trio.
Alex looks up innocently, murmuring a “Oh, hey Jacky.” before turning his attention back on the game in front of him, neither of the players having noticed the confrontation happening right next to them.
“Don't you 'hey, Jacky' me, Alexander. You know full fucking well why I'm here.”
Alex sighs, looking up petulantly at his lanky best friend. He knows Jack's pissed at him, the younger only calls Alex by his full name when he's done something wrong. Frowning, he shuffles his way out between Rian and Zack and stands up, brushing past Jack to go to back lounge. He knows an argument is brewing, and he'd prefer it if the other half of the band didn't hear it.
Once they're both in the back lounge, Jack slams the door shut and Alex turns to look at him exasperatedly.
“Are you really mad at me for that, again? Really?”
Jack's teeth clench because yes, he is pissed at Alex for that, “ You know I am, you know how I much I hate you taking my stuff!”
Alex shrugs, “I was only borrowing it. I'll give it back later.”
“That's not the point! You just take my shit without even asking!” Jack yells, sitting down on the couch and putting his head in his hands. Alex gives him a headache sometimes, he really does.
He feels the couch shift beneath him, knowing Alex has sat down next to him. Jack glances over to the older boy, who's sitting with his knees drawn to his chest, arms wrapped around them, a pout on his face. An adorable pout on his face, Jack notes, before shaking off the thought because this is Alex, his best friend, and he shouldn't be having those thoughts about him.
Or maybe he should, Alex is bi right? And he seemed pretty interested at the party the other night... so maybe? Jack mentally shakes his head at the thought, Alex was probably drunken shit talking, he did that a lot. Add that to the fact that Alex was a horny drunk, and you've got a recipe for disaster. At least that was the way Jack saw it.
“Jack?” Alex cocks an eyebrow, waving a hand in front of his dazed friend's face, who realises that he's spaced out like he always does, and shakes his head.
“What?”
“I said 'I'm sorry'.” Alex pouts again, and Jack's anger goes momentarily, before he remembers what Alex has done (and has done many, many times before) and suddenly he's angry again.
“No, you always do this. You're always taking my shit without asking me or even telling me!” Jack frowns, childishly crossing his arms and huffing. He knows he should probably be more mature about this if he wants to win the argument, but if he's being honest, he's about as mature as Alex is. Which isn't a lot.
Alex laughs and scoots closer to his friend, “I'm sorry, Jacky, I really am. Forgive me?”
Jack notices that Alex is really fucking close, he can feel the older's hot breath fanning over his lips with every exhale. His eyes dart to Alex's lips, which are parted slightly and slightly wet from Alex nervously licking over them and if he just leant forward a little...
“Do you?” Alex asks, frowning amusedly at Jack, who's a little bit more than distracted right now. The guitarist's eyes flicker back up to meet Alex's, and he nods quickly, just a little bit dazed.
Alex grins widely, “Good!” and then he leans forward to peck Jack on the lips quickly, making Jack feel like he's on fire. Alex stands up, winking playfully at his stunned best friend.
“Oh, and Jacky?” He asks, “I'll give your Home Alone DVD back tonight, kay?” and then he's gone, leaving to watch the rest of the heated game taking place up front.
Jack's left alone in the back lounge, a hand to his still burning lips. What the fuck was that? Sure, he and Alex kiss all the time to say 'thanks' and 'sorry' etc. - but it'd never felt like that before. Why was that time different?
He shakes his head to clear his thoughts; well, fuck.
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Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jalex
Summary: “That's not the point! You just take my shit without even asking!”
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author Notes: This is part 3 of a seven-part one shot series involving the 7 deadly sins. It's a bit shorter than the other's so far, but ~shrug~ 'cause it's not as important as the others, it's gonna get a lot more interesting from now on ;)
Jack is pissed- no, he's really fucking pissed. This is the fifth time this week that this has happened! Jack thought his best friend would have learnt from the first time Jack got angry, but apparently not.
“Alex! Alex, where are you, you fucker?!” He yells as he makes his way to the front lounge, where he's pretty certain he'll find his childish best friend.
True to his word, he finds Alex nestled in between Rian and Zack, watching the pair have an intense game of 'Rock, Paper, Scissors'. Jack growls under his breath, and marches over to the trio.
Alex looks up innocently, murmuring a “Oh, hey Jacky.” before turning his attention back on the game in front of him, neither of the players having noticed the confrontation happening right next to them.
“Don't you 'hey, Jacky' me, Alexander. You know full fucking well why I'm here.”
Alex sighs, looking up petulantly at his lanky best friend. He knows Jack's pissed at him, the younger only calls Alex by his full name when he's done something wrong. Frowning, he shuffles his way out between Rian and Zack and stands up, brushing past Jack to go to back lounge. He knows an argument is brewing, and he'd prefer it if the other half of the band didn't hear it.
Once they're both in the back lounge, Jack slams the door shut and Alex turns to look at him exasperatedly.
“Are you really mad at me for that, again? Really?”
Jack's teeth clench because yes, he is pissed at Alex for that, “ You know I am, you know how I much I hate you taking my stuff!”
Alex shrugs, “I was only borrowing it. I'll give it back later.”
“That's not the point! You just take my shit without even asking!” Jack yells, sitting down on the couch and putting his head in his hands. Alex gives him a headache sometimes, he really does.
He feels the couch shift beneath him, knowing Alex has sat down next to him. Jack glances over to the older boy, who's sitting with his knees drawn to his chest, arms wrapped around them, a pout on his face. An adorable pout on his face, Jack notes, before shaking off the thought because this is Alex, his best friend, and he shouldn't be having those thoughts about him.
Or maybe he should, Alex is bi right? And he seemed pretty interested at the party the other night... so maybe? Jack mentally shakes his head at the thought, Alex was probably drunken shit talking, he did that a lot. Add that to the fact that Alex was a horny drunk, and you've got a recipe for disaster. At least that was the way Jack saw it.
“Jack?” Alex cocks an eyebrow, waving a hand in front of his dazed friend's face, who realises that he's spaced out like he always does, and shakes his head.
“What?”
“I said 'I'm sorry'.” Alex pouts again, and Jack's anger goes momentarily, before he remembers what Alex has done (and has done many, many times before) and suddenly he's angry again.
“No, you always do this. You're always taking my shit without asking me or even telling me!” Jack frowns, childishly crossing his arms and huffing. He knows he should probably be more mature about this if he wants to win the argument, but if he's being honest, he's about as mature as Alex is. Which isn't a lot.
Alex laughs and scoots closer to his friend, “I'm sorry, Jacky, I really am. Forgive me?”
Jack notices that Alex is really fucking close, he can feel the older's hot breath fanning over his lips with every exhale. His eyes dart to Alex's lips, which are parted slightly and slightly wet from Alex nervously licking over them and if he just leant forward a little...
“Do you?” Alex asks, frowning amusedly at Jack, who's a little bit more than distracted right now. The guitarist's eyes flicker back up to meet Alex's, and he nods quickly, just a little bit dazed.
Alex grins widely, “Good!” and then he leans forward to peck Jack on the lips quickly, making Jack feel like he's on fire. Alex stands up, winking playfully at his stunned best friend.
“Oh, and Jacky?” He asks, “I'll give your Home Alone DVD back tonight, kay?” and then he's gone, leaving to watch the rest of the heated game taking place up front.
Jack's left alone in the back lounge, a hand to his still burning lips. What the fuck was that? Sure, he and Alex kiss all the time to say 'thanks' and 'sorry' etc. - but it'd never felt like that before. Why was that time different?
He shakes his head to clear his thoughts; well, fuck.
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