Keeping This Up Could Be Dangerous (Sixty-Seven)
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.
turnthepageover.livejournal.com/15881.html - Masterpost. I fail at links. So that's the best I can do.
I stepped inside, going into the kitchen to find Jack’s mom putting away groceries.
“Hey,” I said, and she glanced back at me.
“Oh, hello, Alex! Welcome home,” she said, and I smiled.
“Is Jack here?”
“Yeah, I think he’s in his room. I can go get him if you want,” she offered.
“No,” I said. “I wanted to surprise him. He doesn’t know I’m home yet.”
“Oh okay,” she said, smiling. “Just keep it down a little.”
I turned, going back towards Jack’s room. I heard music coming from inside of it, and I put my hand on the door. I turned the knob gently, pulling the door open slowly. I saw Jack in the same tight pants from the other night, but now shirtless with a bright pink wig on. I watched him dance as he tried to rap along with the music, and I held in my laughter.
“Come on, nigga, is you trickin’ or what? Flow tighter than a dick in the butt. Just hopped off da plane, came back from Vancouv', little white tee, some boobs, and bamboo. White girls tell me, ‘Hey Nicki, your camp rules, is that why you get more head than shampoos?’"
I leaned against the doorway, covering my mouth to muffle the laughter.
“Asalaamalaikum, no oink for me. And I never let a D-boy boink for free. 'Cause it's Barbie, bitch, you can join the wave. I done penny, nickel, dimed, I done coined da phrase.”
I couldn’t hold it any longer, and I cracked up laughing, doubling over and holding onto my knees. I saw Jack jump, turning around and looking at me with wide eyes.
“Alex!” he yelled.
“Jack!” I yelled, trying to stand up. He ran over to me, jumping in my arms and knocking us backward onto the floor. He began to kiss me roughly, forcing our mouths together and making us knock teeth. His kisses quickly turned passionate and loving. I wrapped my arm around him, holding him close to me as he slid his tongue across mine. I ran my other hand through his hair, locking my fingers into the locks. I felt the wig come off, and I threw it across the room, pushing my fingers into his real hair. He pulled away after almost a minute, and I panted, trying to catch my breath.
“I missed you! I thought you weren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow!” he exclaimed.
“I wanted to surprise you,” I told him, and he leaned down to kiss me again.
“Let’s go to your house,” he grinned, getting up.
****
I got out of the shower, allowing Jack to stay in to finish getting cleaned off himself. I grabbed a towel, drying off my body. I wrapped it around my hair, walking out of the bathroom and towards my bedroom. I grabbed a pair of boxers out of my drawer, pulling them on. I went over to my closet, wanting to get dressed so I could possibly take Jack out on a date. I opened up the door, jumping back when I found a collage of pictures. It took me a minute to realize that it was a collection of pictures of Jack’s dick. There was candles scattered all around it, burnt down slightly. I shook my head, laughing. I pulled a pair of jeans out along with a t-shirt. I got dressed quickly, drying my hair off with the hair before throwing it across the room to let the air do the rest. I looked around the room, glancing over and seeing Jack’s phone sat on my dresser. I thought back to when we were on Skype a couple nights ago and how he had been constantly texting someone while we were talking. I picked it up, looking at it before shaking my head.
I turned, walking out of my room and going back towards the bathroom. I opened the door, walking inside.
“Hey, Jack,” I called out.
“Yeah, babe?” he asked over the noise of the water falling against the shower floor.
“When you get done, do you wanna go out to dinner?” I asked him.
“Yeah,” he answered. “I’ll be out in a few minutes.”
“Okay, baby,” I said, walking back into the hallway. Sebastian ran up to me and I bent down, petting him gently. “Did you have fun with Jack while I was gone?”
The dog wagged his tail and I grinned, scratching his ears.
“Good. So you have to like him now.”
I stood back up, going into my room again. My eyes automatically traveled back to where Jack’s phone was sitting on the dresser. I bit my lip, putting my hands in my pockets. I looked up at the ceiling, shaking my head again before walking over and picking the phone up.
I sat on my bed, unlocking it and opening up his messages. I looked through it, seeing he had recently texted myself, Rian, Matt, Zack, his mom, May, Vinny…
My fist clinched as I read one name.
Rayne.
What the fuck was he doing texting him?! I clicked on the messages, reading through them. I found ones that were dated around the same night we were talking on Skype. So that’s who he was fucking texting. I got off the bed, storming out of the room and into the bathroom.
I opened up the door, slamming it behind me. The shower was still running, and I pulled back the curtain.
“What the fuck, Jack?!” I demanded, and his eyes widened.
“What?” he asked, looking at me confused. He turned off the water, grabbing a towel and stepping out of it.
I held up his phone, which was still displaying the messages.
“You’re fucking talking to him again?!”
“What are you talking about?”
"You've been fucking texting Rayne!” I yelled, watching his face pale.
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 stepped inside, going into the kitchen to find Jack’s mom putting away groceries.
“Hey,” I said, and she glanced back at me.
“Oh, hello, Alex! Welcome home,” she said, and I smiled.
“Is Jack here?”
“Yeah, I think he’s in his room. I can go get him if you want,” she offered.
“No,” I said. “I wanted to surprise him. He doesn’t know I’m home yet.”
“Oh okay,” she said, smiling. “Just keep it down a little.”
I turned, going back towards Jack’s room. I heard music coming from inside of it, and I put my hand on the door. I turned the knob gently, pulling the door open slowly. I saw Jack in the same tight pants from the other night, but now shirtless with a bright pink wig on. I watched him dance as he tried to rap along with the music, and I held in my laughter.
“Come on, nigga, is you trickin’ or what? Flow tighter than a dick in the butt. Just hopped off da plane, came back from Vancouv', little white tee, some boobs, and bamboo. White girls tell me, ‘Hey Nicki, your camp rules, is that why you get more head than shampoos?’"
I leaned against the doorway, covering my mouth to muffle the laughter.
“Asalaamalaikum, no oink for me. And I never let a D-boy boink for free. 'Cause it's Barbie, bitch, you can join the wave. I done penny, nickel, dimed, I done coined da phrase.”
I couldn’t hold it any longer, and I cracked up laughing, doubling over and holding onto my knees. I saw Jack jump, turning around and looking at me with wide eyes.
“Alex!” he yelled.
“Jack!” I yelled, trying to stand up. He ran over to me, jumping in my arms and knocking us backward onto the floor. He began to kiss me roughly, forcing our mouths together and making us knock teeth. His kisses quickly turned passionate and loving. I wrapped my arm around him, holding him close to me as he slid his tongue across mine. I ran my other hand through his hair, locking my fingers into the locks. I felt the wig come off, and I threw it across the room, pushing my fingers into his real hair. He pulled away after almost a minute, and I panted, trying to catch my breath.
“I missed you! I thought you weren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow!” he exclaimed.
“I wanted to surprise you,” I told him, and he leaned down to kiss me again.
“Let’s go to your house,” he grinned, getting up.
****
I got out of the shower, allowing Jack to stay in to finish getting cleaned off himself. I grabbed a towel, drying off my body. I wrapped it around my hair, walking out of the bathroom and towards my bedroom. I grabbed a pair of boxers out of my drawer, pulling them on. I went over to my closet, wanting to get dressed so I could possibly take Jack out on a date. I opened up the door, jumping back when I found a collage of pictures. It took me a minute to realize that it was a collection of pictures of Jack’s dick. There was candles scattered all around it, burnt down slightly. I shook my head, laughing. I pulled a pair of jeans out along with a t-shirt. I got dressed quickly, drying my hair off with the hair before throwing it across the room to let the air do the rest. I looked around the room, glancing over and seeing Jack’s phone sat on my dresser. I thought back to when we were on Skype a couple nights ago and how he had been constantly texting someone while we were talking. I picked it up, looking at it before shaking my head.
I turned, walking out of my room and going back towards the bathroom. I opened the door, walking inside.
“Hey, Jack,” I called out.
“Yeah, babe?” he asked over the noise of the water falling against the shower floor.
“When you get done, do you wanna go out to dinner?” I asked him.
“Yeah,” he answered. “I’ll be out in a few minutes.”
“Okay, baby,” I said, walking back into the hallway. Sebastian ran up to me and I bent down, petting him gently. “Did you have fun with Jack while I was gone?”
The dog wagged his tail and I grinned, scratching his ears.
“Good. So you have to like him now.”
I stood back up, going into my room again. My eyes automatically traveled back to where Jack’s phone was sitting on the dresser. I bit my lip, putting my hands in my pockets. I looked up at the ceiling, shaking my head again before walking over and picking the phone up.
I sat on my bed, unlocking it and opening up his messages. I looked through it, seeing he had recently texted myself, Rian, Matt, Zack, his mom, May, Vinny…
My fist clinched as I read one name.
Rayne.
What the fuck was he doing texting him?! I clicked on the messages, reading through them. I found ones that were dated around the same night we were talking on Skype. So that’s who he was fucking texting. I got off the bed, storming out of the room and into the bathroom.
I opened up the door, slamming it behind me. The shower was still running, and I pulled back the curtain.
“What the fuck, Jack?!” I demanded, and his eyes widened.
“What?” he asked, looking at me confused. He turned off the water, grabbing a towel and stepping out of it.
I held up his phone, which was still displaying the messages.
“You’re fucking talking to him again?!”
“What are you talking about?”
"You've been fucking texting Rayne!” I yelled, watching his face pale.