Lay Your Heart Next To Mine (Three)
Title: Lay Your Heart Next To Mine
Rating: NC-17 Overall.
Pairing: Alex/Travis, Alex/Jack
Point of View: Alex
Summary:Travis Clark is...confused. He may be gay, but he doesn't think he is. I mean he likes boobies and all that other stuff. Gay guys don't like that, right? But since tour started, he's been noticing a few more attributes that he finds very attractive. Like the slight bulge in a fellow lead singer's jeans. And the way his permanent sex hair adorns his head perfectly, framing his face in a way that makes Travis jealous. But that's 'cause Alex Gaskarth is a sex God. Everyone knows that; Jack tells them.
Disclaimer: Would I really be on here if I owned them? No, we'd be partying and having a wild time.
A/N: Any previous chapters can be found in my journal.
"I hate how you let him jerk you around like that," Matt told me, and I looked down, clenching my hands tighter around the neck of my beer bottle.
"I can't help it," I muttered, taking a sip of the bitter tasting liquid.
"Just tell him no," he told me, and I shook my head.
"It doesn't work like that. I can't tell Alex no. I can't tell him I don't want him every time he comes to me, because that would be lying," I told him. I could hear commotion from the back of the bus as the other guys played Call of Duty. "And me and Alex, we don't lie to each other."
"You lie when you tell him you're okay with being a booty call."
"No, actually he's never asked my feelings about it. It's just always been like this. Even through Lisa and Chelsea and all the other girls. It's like a second nature to us now," I told him.
"And it's tearing you up inside."
"I'll be okay," I said.
"Jack," he frowned, but I stood up, flicking my bangs out of my eyes.
"I'm a big boy, Matt. I can take care of myself," I told him. "Don't worry."
I tossed the empty bottle into the trash can before going to the fridge and grabbing another. I cracked it open before moving to the back of the bus. Alex was laying on the couch, long legs sprawled out over Rian's lap. He looked up when he saw me, smiling and patting the couch next to him. It was just a small amount of room, but it wasn't that big of a couch to begin with. I squeezed myself in next to him and he wrapped his arm around my waist, pushing his face into the spot between my shoulder and my neck.
"Come lay in my bunk with me after this game," he muttered, and I nodded.
**
"I just wanna cuddle," Alex muttered, voice soft. I knew he was tired from the show, and his voice had to be spent.
"Get in," I said, pushing him towards his bunk. He curled up against the wall, and I climbed in next to him. He wrapped his arms around my chest, eyes slipping shut. I thought he was asleep, so I just ran my fingers through his hair, looking up at the ceiling.
"We have a day off tomorrow," he added, startling me a little when he began talking.
"Mhm," I hummed.
"We should do something. Just Jack and Alex," he said, and my heart fluttered.
"Like what?"
"I don't know. Movies or something. Depends on where we are when I wake up," he said, and I smiled.
"Do you even know where we are right now?" I asked.
"I never know until we go on stage," he muttered and I laughed.
"Okay," I said, and he tilted his head back, looking up at me. I pushed my face forward on impulse, kissing his soft lips. He didn't kiss back, nor did he push me away. He just pressed, breathing against my face and tickling it. I pulled away, and he gave me the smallest of smiles before laying his head back on my chest and quickly falling asleep. "I love you," I muttered softly, even though he couldn't hear.
**
"I thought you said we were gonna do something just 'Jack and Alex'!" I said to Alex, crossing my arms as I watched him search through his suitcase.
"I didn't know everybody was gonna go paint balling!" he exclaimed, pulling out a pair of black skinnies.
I rolled my eyes, shaking my head at him.
"Well, thanks," I muttered.
"Come on, Jack. You can be on my team! We'll still be together," he told me.
"Awesome," I said sarcastically.
"Or I can trade you and you can be with another band," he said and I glared.
"Oh, why don't you? Why don't you trade me off for Travis?" I said.
"Jack," he sighed. "What is wrong with you?"
"Nothing," I said, turning around and walking away.
There was a knock on the bus door, and I opened it up, seeing Travis and Dan standing outside.
"Hey, are you guys ready to go?" Dan asked, and I glared at the red-head before slamming the door shut.
"Jack, who was that?" Rian asked.
"Fucking girl scouts," I answered.
"Um, Jack, we're on tour. I don't there's any girl scouts coming up to buses," he told me, and I rolled my eyes.
"No, they're fucking everywhere. And they just won't go away," I grunted.
He got up, going to the door and I could hear him apologizing for my behavior.
"Are you coming or not?" Alex asked, and I huffed.
"I fucking guess so. It's either that or sitting here all by myself," I said, yanking clothes out of my bag. I felt his arms wrap around me from behind, and his head on my shoulder.
"Jack, don't be mad," he muttered. "I just figured you would want to go paint balling. You love paintball."
I stared ahead of me, trying not to break.
"We'll do Jack and Alex some other time," he said, and I sighed, swallowing back my disappointment.
"Alright," I answered.
He kissed my neck, pulling away from me before going back to changing his clothes.
Rating: NC-17 Overall.
Pairing: Alex/Travis, Alex/Jack
Point of View: Alex
Summary:Travis Clark is...confused. He may be gay, but he doesn't think he is. I mean he likes boobies and all that other stuff. Gay guys don't like that, right? But since tour started, he's been noticing a few more attributes that he finds very attractive. Like the slight bulge in a fellow lead singer's jeans. And the way his permanent sex hair adorns his head perfectly, framing his face in a way that makes Travis jealous. But that's 'cause Alex Gaskarth is a sex God. Everyone knows that; Jack tells them.
Disclaimer: Would I really be on here if I owned them? No, we'd be partying and having a wild time.
A/N: Any previous chapters can be found in my journal.
"I hate how you let him jerk you around like that," Matt told me, and I looked down, clenching my hands tighter around the neck of my beer bottle.
"I can't help it," I muttered, taking a sip of the bitter tasting liquid.
"Just tell him no," he told me, and I shook my head.
"It doesn't work like that. I can't tell Alex no. I can't tell him I don't want him every time he comes to me, because that would be lying," I told him. I could hear commotion from the back of the bus as the other guys played Call of Duty. "And me and Alex, we don't lie to each other."
"You lie when you tell him you're okay with being a booty call."
"No, actually he's never asked my feelings about it. It's just always been like this. Even through Lisa and Chelsea and all the other girls. It's like a second nature to us now," I told him.
"And it's tearing you up inside."
"I'll be okay," I said.
"Jack," he frowned, but I stood up, flicking my bangs out of my eyes.
"I'm a big boy, Matt. I can take care of myself," I told him. "Don't worry."
I tossed the empty bottle into the trash can before going to the fridge and grabbing another. I cracked it open before moving to the back of the bus. Alex was laying on the couch, long legs sprawled out over Rian's lap. He looked up when he saw me, smiling and patting the couch next to him. It was just a small amount of room, but it wasn't that big of a couch to begin with. I squeezed myself in next to him and he wrapped his arm around my waist, pushing his face into the spot between my shoulder and my neck.
"Come lay in my bunk with me after this game," he muttered, and I nodded.
**
"I just wanna cuddle," Alex muttered, voice soft. I knew he was tired from the show, and his voice had to be spent.
"Get in," I said, pushing him towards his bunk. He curled up against the wall, and I climbed in next to him. He wrapped his arms around my chest, eyes slipping shut. I thought he was asleep, so I just ran my fingers through his hair, looking up at the ceiling.
"We have a day off tomorrow," he added, startling me a little when he began talking.
"Mhm," I hummed.
"We should do something. Just Jack and Alex," he said, and my heart fluttered.
"Like what?"
"I don't know. Movies or something. Depends on where we are when I wake up," he said, and I smiled.
"Do you even know where we are right now?" I asked.
"I never know until we go on stage," he muttered and I laughed.
"Okay," I said, and he tilted his head back, looking up at me. I pushed my face forward on impulse, kissing his soft lips. He didn't kiss back, nor did he push me away. He just pressed, breathing against my face and tickling it. I pulled away, and he gave me the smallest of smiles before laying his head back on my chest and quickly falling asleep. "I love you," I muttered softly, even though he couldn't hear.
**
"I thought you said we were gonna do something just 'Jack and Alex'!" I said to Alex, crossing my arms as I watched him search through his suitcase.
"I didn't know everybody was gonna go paint balling!" he exclaimed, pulling out a pair of black skinnies.
I rolled my eyes, shaking my head at him.
"Well, thanks," I muttered.
"Come on, Jack. You can be on my team! We'll still be together," he told me.
"Awesome," I said sarcastically.
"Or I can trade you and you can be with another band," he said and I glared.
"Oh, why don't you? Why don't you trade me off for Travis?" I said.
"Jack," he sighed. "What is wrong with you?"
"Nothing," I said, turning around and walking away.
There was a knock on the bus door, and I opened it up, seeing Travis and Dan standing outside.
"Hey, are you guys ready to go?" Dan asked, and I glared at the red-head before slamming the door shut.
"Jack, who was that?" Rian asked.
"Fucking girl scouts," I answered.
"Um, Jack, we're on tour. I don't there's any girl scouts coming up to buses," he told me, and I rolled my eyes.
"No, they're fucking everywhere. And they just won't go away," I grunted.
He got up, going to the door and I could hear him apologizing for my behavior.
"Are you coming or not?" Alex asked, and I huffed.
"I fucking guess so. It's either that or sitting here all by myself," I said, yanking clothes out of my bag. I felt his arms wrap around me from behind, and his head on my shoulder.
"Jack, don't be mad," he muttered. "I just figured you would want to go paint balling. You love paintball."
I stared ahead of me, trying not to break.
"We'll do Jack and Alex some other time," he said, and I sighed, swallowing back my disappointment.
"Alright," I answered.
He kissed my neck, pulling away from me before going back to changing his clothes.