Westbound Sign (Twelve)
Title: Westbound Sign
Sequel to: All Pretty and Petite
Authors:
turnthepageover
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: NC-17
POV: Jack
Summary: It's been a month since Alex left for Malibu, and Jack has been miserable ever since. Alex won't answer his phone calls, his text messages, his tweets, or even his e-mails. He's tortured by his regret of not getting the chance to tell the boy how he felt, and he's determined to find him and beg for his forgiveness.
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.
http://turnthepageover.livejournal.com/66352.html
“Alex, can I borrow some of your clothes until I figure out where the fuck mine are?” I called out to him, wrinkling my nose at my jizz-stained t-shirt I had used to clean us up after our fuck session in the hammock.
He yelled something I couldn’t make out, shrugging and taking it as a yes.
“‘kay! Thanks, babe,” I answered, moving into his laundry room to throw my disgusting t-shirt into the washer.
I opened the washer to see a bunch of clothes inside that needed to be dried. I dropped the t-shirt onto a pile of dirty clothes so I could switch the washer load into the dryer. When I opened the dryer, though, I was met with my suitcase and my ratty Converse. I raised an eyebrow, pulling the items out and finding that my suitcase was empty. I shook my head at Alex, carrying my shoes and suitcase out to the kitchen where he was.
“Hey, Lex, any idea why my suitcase and my shoes were in the dryer?” I asked, holding them up and raising an eyebrow at him.
He gave me a confused look and shook his head before turning back to the dishes in front of him. I rolled my eyes, tossing them down onto the table and coming up to wrap my arms around him from behind.
“You know, it’s super funny. I couldn’t my shoes anywhere last night, and somehow they magically ended up inside the dryer! I wonder how that could have happened,” I said, hooking my chin over his shoulder and feeling him shrug.
“I have no idea.”
“Mhm,” I hummed, smirking against the bare skin of his shoulder. “Why are you doing dishes? Isn’t that the reason you have a dishwasher?”
“It’s broken,” he answered and I shook my head.
“You just used it yesterday afternoon.”
“Yeah, that’s when it broke.”
I cocked an eyebrow, letting go off of him and opening the door. Rather than being lined with dishes, the racks inside were lined with my t-shirts and jeans, as well as my underwear and socks being stuffed into the silverware holders.
“Well, no wonder it’s broken, babe. You overfilled it.”
He didn’t say anything and I chuckled, moving my hands to his hips and spinning him around so he was leaning back against the counter. I turned the water off, stepping between his slightly spread thighs and running my hands up his sides.
“Alex, why didn’t you just tell me you wanted me to stay? I feel like that would have been a lot easier than secretly hiding all of my shit around your house.”
“Because I was still mad at you and you hadn’t apologized yet,” he answered and I laughed.
“If you were mad at me why didn’t you just let me go?”
“I didn’t want you to go. I just wanted you to admit you were wrong,” he told me, making me smile.
“I was wrong. I’m sorry,” I told him, leaning our foreheads together.
“Good,” he answered, making me roll my eyes. “So, Jack, would you like to stay here in Malibu with me?”
“Of course,” I answered, leaning down just slightly to kiss him. “There’s no where else I’d rather be.”
***
“Jack, how long are you planning on staying out here?” Alex asked, running his fingers through my hair as I rested my head on his chest.
We were laying out on the hammock again, enjoying the warm California sunshine.
“As long as it takes to convince you to come back to Baltimore,” I answered, drawing invisible patterns on the thigh of his shorts.
“But you only packed enough clothes for a weekend in Vegas?” he asked and I furrowed my eyebrows.
“Oh, yeah. I guess I did,” I answered, hearing Alex laugh lightly.
“We should probably go to the mall and get you some more clothes so you aren’t wearing the same three things over and over again.”
“You don’t mind when I do it on tour,” I joked and he laughed.
“Because at that point you don’t have a choice but to live out of a suitcase,” he answered, “but we’re not on tour, so you can’t use that as an excuse.”
“Fine. I guess I’ll live like a normal person,” I huffed, hearing him giggle.
“Thanks. I appreciate you trying to be normal for me,” he teased and I rolled my eyes.
“True love doesn’t try to change you, Alex,” I teased him back and he grinned.
“True love doesn’t lie to you either, babe,” he responded, making me laugh in return and pinch his nipple.
“Ow!” he exclaimed and I grinned.
“Love hurts.”
****
“Let’s go out to dinner,” Alex suggested, opening his fridge and looking inside of it with disgust before shutting it.
“Why? You don’t want to try and poison me again with your bad cooking?” I asked and he shook his head.
“There’s nothing in there I even want to attempt to pretend I know how to cook,” he said, making me laugh.
“Fair enough.”
“Okay, just let me go get dressed and we can go find somewhere to eat,” he said, leaving the kitchen to go into the bedroom.
I followed after him, not having anything better to do in the kitchen and sat on the bed as I watched him go to his closet.
“Looks like you got some sun, white boy,” I told Alex, seeing the pink tint to the skin of his shoulders and back.
“Did I?” he asked and I grinned to myself, getting off the bed and sneaking up behind him.
“Mhm,” I hummed before smacking him on his sunburn and hearing him hiss in pain.
“Ow, you fucker!” he exclaimed, turning around to punch me and missing. “What was that for?!”
“Whatever, like you wouldn’t have done the same anything,” I told him, rolling my eyes and he shoved me, pushing me back onto the bed before straddling my thighs.
“You’re such a dick,” he told me, holding my hands above my head and I laughed. “Looks like you got some sun, too.”
“Yeah, but mine will all be tan by tomorrow, and you’ll just go back to being white,” I teased him.
“How do you know?”
“I’m Lebanese, bitch,” I answered and he laughed.
“Mmm, I know,” he answered, leaning down and pecking my lips once, and then twice, and then again before pulling me into a deep kiss.
He pulled away after a few minutes, panting slightly and giving me a lazy smile.
“So, you wanna stay in and order Chinese food instead?” he questioned and I grinned, nodding.
“As long as I get you for dessert.”
♠ ♠ ♠This sucks considering how long I made you guys wait, but hey!
I'm sorry! But I just finished my first year of college, and now that it's summer break I'm gonna try hard to give you updates!
Sequel to: All Pretty and Petite
Authors:
turnthepageover
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: NC-17
POV: Jack
Summary: It's been a month since Alex left for Malibu, and Jack has been miserable ever since. Alex won't answer his phone calls, his text messages, his tweets, or even his e-mails. He's tortured by his regret of not getting the chance to tell the boy how he felt, and he's determined to find him and beg for his forgiveness.
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.
http://turnthepageover.livejournal.com/66352.html
“Alex, can I borrow some of your clothes until I figure out where the fuck mine are?” I called out to him, wrinkling my nose at my jizz-stained t-shirt I had used to clean us up after our fuck session in the hammock.
He yelled something I couldn’t make out, shrugging and taking it as a yes.
“‘kay! Thanks, babe,” I answered, moving into his laundry room to throw my disgusting t-shirt into the washer.
I opened the washer to see a bunch of clothes inside that needed to be dried. I dropped the t-shirt onto a pile of dirty clothes so I could switch the washer load into the dryer. When I opened the dryer, though, I was met with my suitcase and my ratty Converse. I raised an eyebrow, pulling the items out and finding that my suitcase was empty. I shook my head at Alex, carrying my shoes and suitcase out to the kitchen where he was.
“Hey, Lex, any idea why my suitcase and my shoes were in the dryer?” I asked, holding them up and raising an eyebrow at him.
He gave me a confused look and shook his head before turning back to the dishes in front of him. I rolled my eyes, tossing them down onto the table and coming up to wrap my arms around him from behind.
“You know, it’s super funny. I couldn’t my shoes anywhere last night, and somehow they magically ended up inside the dryer! I wonder how that could have happened,” I said, hooking my chin over his shoulder and feeling him shrug.
“I have no idea.”
“Mhm,” I hummed, smirking against the bare skin of his shoulder. “Why are you doing dishes? Isn’t that the reason you have a dishwasher?”
“It’s broken,” he answered and I shook my head.
“You just used it yesterday afternoon.”
“Yeah, that’s when it broke.”
I cocked an eyebrow, letting go off of him and opening the door. Rather than being lined with dishes, the racks inside were lined with my t-shirts and jeans, as well as my underwear and socks being stuffed into the silverware holders.
“Well, no wonder it’s broken, babe. You overfilled it.”
He didn’t say anything and I chuckled, moving my hands to his hips and spinning him around so he was leaning back against the counter. I turned the water off, stepping between his slightly spread thighs and running my hands up his sides.
“Alex, why didn’t you just tell me you wanted me to stay? I feel like that would have been a lot easier than secretly hiding all of my shit around your house.”
“Because I was still mad at you and you hadn’t apologized yet,” he answered and I laughed.
“If you were mad at me why didn’t you just let me go?”
“I didn’t want you to go. I just wanted you to admit you were wrong,” he told me, making me smile.
“I was wrong. I’m sorry,” I told him, leaning our foreheads together.
“Good,” he answered, making me roll my eyes. “So, Jack, would you like to stay here in Malibu with me?”
“Of course,” I answered, leaning down just slightly to kiss him. “There’s no where else I’d rather be.”
***
“Jack, how long are you planning on staying out here?” Alex asked, running his fingers through my hair as I rested my head on his chest.
We were laying out on the hammock again, enjoying the warm California sunshine.
“As long as it takes to convince you to come back to Baltimore,” I answered, drawing invisible patterns on the thigh of his shorts.
“But you only packed enough clothes for a weekend in Vegas?” he asked and I furrowed my eyebrows.
“Oh, yeah. I guess I did,” I answered, hearing Alex laugh lightly.
“We should probably go to the mall and get you some more clothes so you aren’t wearing the same three things over and over again.”
“You don’t mind when I do it on tour,” I joked and he laughed.
“Because at that point you don’t have a choice but to live out of a suitcase,” he answered, “but we’re not on tour, so you can’t use that as an excuse.”
“Fine. I guess I’ll live like a normal person,” I huffed, hearing him giggle.
“Thanks. I appreciate you trying to be normal for me,” he teased and I rolled my eyes.
“True love doesn’t try to change you, Alex,” I teased him back and he grinned.
“True love doesn’t lie to you either, babe,” he responded, making me laugh in return and pinch his nipple.
“Ow!” he exclaimed and I grinned.
“Love hurts.”
****
“Let’s go out to dinner,” Alex suggested, opening his fridge and looking inside of it with disgust before shutting it.
“Why? You don’t want to try and poison me again with your bad cooking?” I asked and he shook his head.
“There’s nothing in there I even want to attempt to pretend I know how to cook,” he said, making me laugh.
“Fair enough.”
“Okay, just let me go get dressed and we can go find somewhere to eat,” he said, leaving the kitchen to go into the bedroom.
I followed after him, not having anything better to do in the kitchen and sat on the bed as I watched him go to his closet.
“Looks like you got some sun, white boy,” I told Alex, seeing the pink tint to the skin of his shoulders and back.
“Did I?” he asked and I grinned to myself, getting off the bed and sneaking up behind him.
“Mhm,” I hummed before smacking him on his sunburn and hearing him hiss in pain.
“Ow, you fucker!” he exclaimed, turning around to punch me and missing. “What was that for?!”
“Whatever, like you wouldn’t have done the same anything,” I told him, rolling my eyes and he shoved me, pushing me back onto the bed before straddling my thighs.
“You’re such a dick,” he told me, holding my hands above my head and I laughed. “Looks like you got some sun, too.”
“Yeah, but mine will all be tan by tomorrow, and you’ll just go back to being white,” I teased him.
“How do you know?”
“I’m Lebanese, bitch,” I answered and he laughed.
“Mmm, I know,” he answered, leaning down and pecking my lips once, and then twice, and then again before pulling me into a deep kiss.
He pulled away after a few minutes, panting slightly and giving me a lazy smile.
“So, you wanna stay in and order Chinese food instead?” he questioned and I grinned, nodding.
“As long as I get you for dessert.”
♠ ♠ ♠This sucks considering how long I made you guys wait, but hey!
I'm sorry! But I just finished my first year of college, and now that it's summer break I'm gonna try hard to give you updates!