Keeping This Up Could Be Dangerous (Sixty-One)
Title: Keeping This Up Could Be Dangerous
Author: Katie
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: NC-17
P.O.V.: Alex
Summary: Best friends Alex Gaskarth and Jack Barakat tell each other everything. At least, Alex thought they told each other everything. Jack has a secret, well three actually; 1. Jack is gay. 2. He is in love with his best friend. 3. He cuts.
Disclaimer: I don't own Jack, Alex, or anyone in the lovely band and crew that make up All Time Low. They all own each other. Amen.
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“I’m cold,” Jack mumbled, pulling his hoodie around himself tighter.
“I want more cake,” I informed him, kissing his forehead. “And some sweatpants before my fat ass starts busting the seams on these jeans.”
“Go get some,” he answered, letting go of me so I could stand up. He pushed his feet, making the swing move lightly.
“I’ll be right back,” I said, kissing him again.
I walked inside the house, seeing that Joyce’s friends were still sitting around the living room. I walked back to Jack’s room, going inside and grabbing a pair of sweatpants out of his drawer. I pulled them on, tying the string to secure them in place. I threw my jeans onto his bed, taking my phone out and sliding it into the pocket of the sweatpants.
I left his room, going back down into the kitchen. I took the plastic off the cake, cutting another piece for myself.
“Oh, Alex!” I heard Joyce say as she walked into the room. “Enjoying the cake?”
“Mhm,” I answered, grabbing a fork and taking a bite of the cake.
“That’s good,” she said, smiling at me. “You and Jack sure do make an adorable couple.”
“Thank you,” I said, grinning as I took more cake onto my fork.
“He seems very happy with you, too. I’m glad. He needs it,” she said, and I nodded. “How long have you guys been together?”
“Um, two months, I think. We were together for a little bit before my accident. And then we just got back together like, a week ago,” I told her.
“Are you having sex?” she questioned bluntly, making me choke on my cake.
“U-um,” I stuttered, unsure how to answer that. Was I really supposed to tell my boyfriend’s mother about the mad sex we’d been having? I don’t think so.
“Are you using protection? Because it’s still important to. I mean, even though neither of you can get pregnant, there’s still STD’s and everything you need to worry abo-”
“We’re exclusive,” I stated, eyes widening. “And I-I don’t have any STD’s.”
“Of course not, sweetheart! I was just saying that using condoms is a good idea,” she told me, nodding. “Wow, pretty soon my baby will be leaving my house, huh?”
“We haven’t really talked about that, but who knows. I’m gonna leave things like that up to him,” I told her. “He doesn’t do well with change.”
“It’s weird to think about it. My baby’s eighteen. I can remember just yesterday when he was a baby, running around the house,” she said, and I smiled, thinking about Jack as a baby.
“I bet he was adorable,” I told her.
“Oh, he was the cutest! You wanna see?” she questioned, and I nodded. I set the empty plate down on the counter, following her into the living room. She went to the book case, pulling down a photo album and pulling me to sit down next to her on the couch. She opened up the book, turning to a picture of Jack as a newborn.
“Awh, he’s so tiny,” I cooed, smiling. She handed me the book, allowing me to flip through it. Jack slowly got bigger as I turned the pages. He was an adorable baby. It made me want to have his babies.
After many pages, he was walking. Standing up and running around. And then he was a year old, eating his own little cake and smearing it all over his face.
“He still does that,” I commented, and his mom nodded.
“It’s a hard habit for him to break,” she answered.
In the countless pictures of him running around, in more than half of him the boy was nude. Naked in the bathtub, naked watching TV.
“He never grew out of that habit either?” I questioned, and she laughed.
“He didn’t like clothes when he was little. He would take them off just as soon as I put them on him,” she explained. “Even diapers. He started taking them off as soon as he figured out how to.”
“He still hates clothes,” I told her, nodding.
“He used to run around the house, holding onto his little weewee. He would always play with it, no matter how many times I told him not to,” she told me, and I giggled.
“I don’t think you really want me to tell you whether or not he still does that,” I said, smirking.
“I wouldn’t think he needs to, if you’re around,” she said teasingly, and I felt my cheeks flush.
“Alex?” I heard Jack call out. He walked inside, looking around for me. “What are you doing?”
“Looking at baby pictures of my baby,” I smirked, and he frowned.
“No, mom!” he groaned. “Why are you showing your friends my baby pictures?!”
“Because I’m proud of my beautiful little baby,” she replied.
“And his cute little naked butt,” I teased, giggling.
“No! Why are you showing them naked baby pictures?!” he yelled at her. “And to my boyfriend?! Mom!”
“He wanted to see them,” she answered.
“Why?!” he pouted at me.
“Because I haven’t seen you naked enough,” I teased.
“Alex!” he exclaimed, looking at his mom with widened eyes.
“Jack, you don’t think I’m aware you’re having sex? Who’s been changing your sheets and emptying your garbage cans for the last three years?” she asked, and he blushed furiously.
“Mom! That’s weird!” he said.
“Then stop having sex in my house,” she replied, and his face was so red it looked like it hurt.
“Can we stop discussing my sex life in front of your friends?! And can we stop discussing my sex life altogether, please?!”
“That’s fine. I’ll just ask Alex,” she said, and his eyes widened.
“Please do not talk to my mom about what we do in the bedroom,” he said to me, eyes wide and pleading.
“Shh,” I told him, holding my arms out. He sat down on my lap, looking at the book in my hands.
“This isn’t fair. You get to see all my baby pictures, but I don’t get to see yours,” he said, pouting.
“Ask my mom. I’m sure she’d love an excuse to pull out my baby books and show off my naked pictures too,” I told him, laughing.
“It’s not funny,” he frowned, looking down at the pages.
I kissed his cheek, hugging him tightly.
“You were an adorable baby,” I told him.
“Thanks,” he said, continuing to pout.
I leaned up, nuzzling my face into his hair and getting close to his ear.
“I wanna have your babies,” I whispered into it, making him giggle. He turned his face, kissing me lovingly. I heard a chorus of aw’s that made me smile into the kiss.
“If only,” he responded, kissing me again.
Author: Katie
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: NC-17
P.O.V.: Alex
Summary: Best friends Alex Gaskarth and Jack Barakat tell each other everything. At least, Alex thought they told each other everything. Jack has a secret, well three actually; 1. Jack is gay. 2. He is in love with his best friend. 3. He cuts.
Disclaimer: I don't own Jack, Alex, or anyone in the lovely band and crew that make up All Time Low. They all own each other. Amen.
turnthepageover.livejournal.com/15881.html - Masterpost. I fail at links. So that's the best I can do.
“I’m cold,” Jack mumbled, pulling his hoodie around himself tighter.
“I want more cake,” I informed him, kissing his forehead. “And some sweatpants before my fat ass starts busting the seams on these jeans.”
“Go get some,” he answered, letting go of me so I could stand up. He pushed his feet, making the swing move lightly.
“I’ll be right back,” I said, kissing him again.
I walked inside the house, seeing that Joyce’s friends were still sitting around the living room. I walked back to Jack’s room, going inside and grabbing a pair of sweatpants out of his drawer. I pulled them on, tying the string to secure them in place. I threw my jeans onto his bed, taking my phone out and sliding it into the pocket of the sweatpants.
I left his room, going back down into the kitchen. I took the plastic off the cake, cutting another piece for myself.
“Oh, Alex!” I heard Joyce say as she walked into the room. “Enjoying the cake?”
“Mhm,” I answered, grabbing a fork and taking a bite of the cake.
“That’s good,” she said, smiling at me. “You and Jack sure do make an adorable couple.”
“Thank you,” I said, grinning as I took more cake onto my fork.
“He seems very happy with you, too. I’m glad. He needs it,” she said, and I nodded. “How long have you guys been together?”
“Um, two months, I think. We were together for a little bit before my accident. And then we just got back together like, a week ago,” I told her.
“Are you having sex?” she questioned bluntly, making me choke on my cake.
“U-um,” I stuttered, unsure how to answer that. Was I really supposed to tell my boyfriend’s mother about the mad sex we’d been having? I don’t think so.
“Are you using protection? Because it’s still important to. I mean, even though neither of you can get pregnant, there’s still STD’s and everything you need to worry abo-”
“We’re exclusive,” I stated, eyes widening. “And I-I don’t have any STD’s.”
“Of course not, sweetheart! I was just saying that using condoms is a good idea,” she told me, nodding. “Wow, pretty soon my baby will be leaving my house, huh?”
“We haven’t really talked about that, but who knows. I’m gonna leave things like that up to him,” I told her. “He doesn’t do well with change.”
“It’s weird to think about it. My baby’s eighteen. I can remember just yesterday when he was a baby, running around the house,” she said, and I smiled, thinking about Jack as a baby.
“I bet he was adorable,” I told her.
“Oh, he was the cutest! You wanna see?” she questioned, and I nodded. I set the empty plate down on the counter, following her into the living room. She went to the book case, pulling down a photo album and pulling me to sit down next to her on the couch. She opened up the book, turning to a picture of Jack as a newborn.
“Awh, he’s so tiny,” I cooed, smiling. She handed me the book, allowing me to flip through it. Jack slowly got bigger as I turned the pages. He was an adorable baby. It made me want to have his babies.
After many pages, he was walking. Standing up and running around. And then he was a year old, eating his own little cake and smearing it all over his face.
“He still does that,” I commented, and his mom nodded.
“It’s a hard habit for him to break,” she answered.
In the countless pictures of him running around, in more than half of him the boy was nude. Naked in the bathtub, naked watching TV.
“He never grew out of that habit either?” I questioned, and she laughed.
“He didn’t like clothes when he was little. He would take them off just as soon as I put them on him,” she explained. “Even diapers. He started taking them off as soon as he figured out how to.”
“He still hates clothes,” I told her, nodding.
“He used to run around the house, holding onto his little weewee. He would always play with it, no matter how many times I told him not to,” she told me, and I giggled.
“I don’t think you really want me to tell you whether or not he still does that,” I said, smirking.
“I wouldn’t think he needs to, if you’re around,” she said teasingly, and I felt my cheeks flush.
“Alex?” I heard Jack call out. He walked inside, looking around for me. “What are you doing?”
“Looking at baby pictures of my baby,” I smirked, and he frowned.
“No, mom!” he groaned. “Why are you showing your friends my baby pictures?!”
“Because I’m proud of my beautiful little baby,” she replied.
“And his cute little naked butt,” I teased, giggling.
“No! Why are you showing them naked baby pictures?!” he yelled at her. “And to my boyfriend?! Mom!”
“He wanted to see them,” she answered.
“Why?!” he pouted at me.
“Because I haven’t seen you naked enough,” I teased.
“Alex!” he exclaimed, looking at his mom with widened eyes.
“Jack, you don’t think I’m aware you’re having sex? Who’s been changing your sheets and emptying your garbage cans for the last three years?” she asked, and he blushed furiously.
“Mom! That’s weird!” he said.
“Then stop having sex in my house,” she replied, and his face was so red it looked like it hurt.
“Can we stop discussing my sex life in front of your friends?! And can we stop discussing my sex life altogether, please?!”
“That’s fine. I’ll just ask Alex,” she said, and his eyes widened.
“Please do not talk to my mom about what we do in the bedroom,” he said to me, eyes wide and pleading.
“Shh,” I told him, holding my arms out. He sat down on my lap, looking at the book in my hands.
“This isn’t fair. You get to see all my baby pictures, but I don’t get to see yours,” he said, pouting.
“Ask my mom. I’m sure she’d love an excuse to pull out my baby books and show off my naked pictures too,” I told him, laughing.
“It’s not funny,” he frowned, looking down at the pages.
I kissed his cheek, hugging him tightly.
“You were an adorable baby,” I told him.
“Thanks,” he said, continuing to pout.
I leaned up, nuzzling my face into his hair and getting close to his ear.
“I wanna have your babies,” I whispered into it, making him giggle. He turned his face, kissing me lovingly. I heard a chorus of aw’s that made me smile into the kiss.
“If only,” he responded, kissing me again.