The Comfort of a Thunderstorm
Title: The Comfort of a Thunderstorm
Author: Laura, aka umbrellabeach55
Rating: PG
Pairing: Alex Gaskarth/Jack Barakat
Summary: Alex loved thunderstorms.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, yeah yeah yeah.
Author's Notes: Last night there was a kickass thunderstorm, and it was awesome. And then this happened. Haha.
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Alex loved thunderstorms. Ever since he was a little boy they fascinated him. He had fond memories of him sitting in the sunroom of his childhood home with his father, blankets, pillows and a precautionary lantern spread around them. His father would read him his storybooks as the thunder crashed outside, and Alex would feel warm and safe, savoring every second of it. It wasn’t exactly the safest room to be in during a storm, per se, but Alex loved watching nature’s best movie flash through the wall-sized windows.
Now, as a 23 year-old, thunderstorms had yet to lose their mystery. They were practically a comfort to him; he would jump in bed and get the best night’s sleep of his life as soon as that rain started to fall. They intrigued him, night after night, but he never tried to learn the scientific explanation for them. He thought storms were more fascinating from an open point of view, and especially beautiful.
It was a particularly stormy night in July. Thunder had rolled in around 10 o’ clock and hadn’t stopped since, bringing with it shocks of lightning and fat rain clouds. Alex was camped in the sunroom of his little house (a requirement when he had been house-hunting), his pillows and blankets on the L-shaped couch against the wall. He was sitting on the floor, notebook in hand, dreamily writing song lyrics when he heard a familiar voice from the doorway.
“Alex?”
He looked up, pencil in hand. “Hey babe, what are you doing up? It’s late.”
A figure crept into the room. His boyfriend Jack stood slouched inward, clutching his pillow. His eyes were wide with worry as he toyed with the hem of his shirt, jet black hair disheveled and hanging in his eyes. “I couldn’t sleep…I, uh, got scared,” he said in a meek voice.
Alex gazed at his incredibly adorable boyfriend, trying his hardest to suppress a laugh. He set his notebook aside and moved to the couch, patting the cushion beside him. “Come here.”
Jack scurried over, throwing his pillow down and quickly curling into Alex as a particularly blinding flash lit up the small room. Alex wrapped his arms around his thin chest and rocked him slightly. They sat in silence for a few moments.
“Why do you think you’re afraid of storms?” Alex murmured, pressing a kiss to Jack’s hair.
“Dunno, they’re just unpredictable.” The boy’s words were muffled, as he had his face pressed into Alex’s neck. He squeezed him tighter as a thunderclap rattled the house.
“You know, my dad used to tell me that lightning flashes were angels taking pictures.”
Jack grinned, glancing up at Alex’s face. “And what was thunder?”
“God bowling,” Alex said. “Duh.”
Jack giggled and rubbed circles into Alex’s lower back.
Alex stroked his hair. “Maybe if you watch it with me, you’ll see how beautiful they are, and you might not be scared anymore.” He nudged Jack’s face toward the window. “For me?”
The boy gazed at him for a moment. Alex smiled softly in encouragement. Sighing, he shifted so that he was between Alex’s legs, his back to his chest and fully facing the window. He wove his fingers through Alex’s and held tight with both hands.
Alex rested his chin on Jack’s shoulder. Jack watched tensely for a little while, jumping slightly at every thunderclap. He blushed furiously into the dark, embarrassed at his reaction. Alex rubbed his thumb on the back of Jack’s hand soothingly, and soon he relaxed into his chest. He felt a surge of love when a bolt appeared in the sky, and he heard Jack let out a soft noise of wonder.
“See, they’re not that bad,” he said. “Sorta romantic, really.”
Jack hummed in agreement.
They sat and watched the storm, just like that, for at least a half hour. By then it was late, nearing one in the morning. Jack was doing nothing to stifle his yawns, and his eyes were beginning to close.
Gently, Alex moved out from behind him and lay the boy down on the cushion. Jack sleepily drew a blanket in around himself as Alex settled in next to him. They lay on the half of the ‘L’ so that they were horizontal to the windows. Jack shut his eyes and sighed contently.
“Are you still scared?” Alex asked softly.
Jack snuggled closer to him, shifting the pillow to his liking. Sleep slurred his words. “I’m never scared when I’m with you.”
Alex pressed a kiss to the boy’s cheek, chest filling with so much love he felt as though he could burst. By now the storm had moved on. Alex rubbed Jack’s back until his hand slowed, and they both fell asleep to the rhythmic sound of raindrops pattering at the window.
Author: Laura, aka umbrellabeach55
Rating: PG
Pairing: Alex Gaskarth/Jack Barakat
Summary: Alex loved thunderstorms.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, yeah yeah yeah.
Author's Notes: Last night there was a kickass thunderstorm, and it was awesome. And then this happened. Haha.
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Alex loved thunderstorms. Ever since he was a little boy they fascinated him. He had fond memories of him sitting in the sunroom of his childhood home with his father, blankets, pillows and a precautionary lantern spread around them. His father would read him his storybooks as the thunder crashed outside, and Alex would feel warm and safe, savoring every second of it. It wasn’t exactly the safest room to be in during a storm, per se, but Alex loved watching nature’s best movie flash through the wall-sized windows.
Now, as a 23 year-old, thunderstorms had yet to lose their mystery. They were practically a comfort to him; he would jump in bed and get the best night’s sleep of his life as soon as that rain started to fall. They intrigued him, night after night, but he never tried to learn the scientific explanation for them. He thought storms were more fascinating from an open point of view, and especially beautiful.
It was a particularly stormy night in July. Thunder had rolled in around 10 o’ clock and hadn’t stopped since, bringing with it shocks of lightning and fat rain clouds. Alex was camped in the sunroom of his little house (a requirement when he had been house-hunting), his pillows and blankets on the L-shaped couch against the wall. He was sitting on the floor, notebook in hand, dreamily writing song lyrics when he heard a familiar voice from the doorway.
“Alex?”
He looked up, pencil in hand. “Hey babe, what are you doing up? It’s late.”
A figure crept into the room. His boyfriend Jack stood slouched inward, clutching his pillow. His eyes were wide with worry as he toyed with the hem of his shirt, jet black hair disheveled and hanging in his eyes. “I couldn’t sleep…I, uh, got scared,” he said in a meek voice.
Alex gazed at his incredibly adorable boyfriend, trying his hardest to suppress a laugh. He set his notebook aside and moved to the couch, patting the cushion beside him. “Come here.”
Jack scurried over, throwing his pillow down and quickly curling into Alex as a particularly blinding flash lit up the small room. Alex wrapped his arms around his thin chest and rocked him slightly. They sat in silence for a few moments.
“Why do you think you’re afraid of storms?” Alex murmured, pressing a kiss to Jack’s hair.
“Dunno, they’re just unpredictable.” The boy’s words were muffled, as he had his face pressed into Alex’s neck. He squeezed him tighter as a thunderclap rattled the house.
“You know, my dad used to tell me that lightning flashes were angels taking pictures.”
Jack grinned, glancing up at Alex’s face. “And what was thunder?”
“God bowling,” Alex said. “Duh.”
Jack giggled and rubbed circles into Alex’s lower back.
Alex stroked his hair. “Maybe if you watch it with me, you’ll see how beautiful they are, and you might not be scared anymore.” He nudged Jack’s face toward the window. “For me?”
The boy gazed at him for a moment. Alex smiled softly in encouragement. Sighing, he shifted so that he was between Alex’s legs, his back to his chest and fully facing the window. He wove his fingers through Alex’s and held tight with both hands.
Alex rested his chin on Jack’s shoulder. Jack watched tensely for a little while, jumping slightly at every thunderclap. He blushed furiously into the dark, embarrassed at his reaction. Alex rubbed his thumb on the back of Jack’s hand soothingly, and soon he relaxed into his chest. He felt a surge of love when a bolt appeared in the sky, and he heard Jack let out a soft noise of wonder.
“See, they’re not that bad,” he said. “Sorta romantic, really.”
Jack hummed in agreement.
They sat and watched the storm, just like that, for at least a half hour. By then it was late, nearing one in the morning. Jack was doing nothing to stifle his yawns, and his eyes were beginning to close.
Gently, Alex moved out from behind him and lay the boy down on the cushion. Jack sleepily drew a blanket in around himself as Alex settled in next to him. They lay on the half of the ‘L’ so that they were horizontal to the windows. Jack shut his eyes and sighed contently.
“Are you still scared?” Alex asked softly.
Jack snuggled closer to him, shifting the pillow to his liking. Sleep slurred his words. “I’m never scared when I’m with you.”
Alex pressed a kiss to the boy’s cheek, chest filling with so much love he felt as though he could burst. By now the storm had moved on. Alex rubbed Jack’s back until his hand slowed, and they both fell asleep to the rhythmic sound of raindrops pattering at the window.