The Taste of Life With You - Ch 1/?
Title: The Taste Of Life With You - Ch 1/?
Author: x_cheapnovelty
Pairing: Alex Gaskarth/Jack Barakat, William Beckett/Tom and Oli Sykes
Rating: NC-17
Summary: This is the tale of five young men, separated into two stories.
The story of Jack Barakat and his Alex; and the story of Beckett and The Brothers.
POV: Third
Warnings: fluff, smut, ridiculous metaphors, incest, threesomes, homogay tomfoolery and general insanity. I also say 'fuck' a lot.
Disclaimer: I made this up, all in my little mind box. ie. imaginary!
Author Notes: I am so excited about fic and the thrill of luuuurve right now, that I couldn't wait to post another one.
SO HERE WE GO, A DOUBLE EPIC. Yo general Jalex story with a side order of Beckett and Sykecest. Why not?
This is the tale of five young men, separated into two stories.
The story of Jack Barakat and his Alex; and the story of Beckett and The Brothers.
Both stories take place in America.
One story is about true love and the heartache and/or joy that goes with it.
The other is about sheer lust and how much fucking fun it can be.
Now you’ve got the deets, we shall begin.
This story is of Jack and Alex.
I Don’t Mind You Under My Skin.
Jack was standing in the cake shop of love, the pastry chef pulling him towards the oven, but the Alex Cream Pie was calling and calling him from the chilled display cabinet. He couldn’t stop looking, but the chef was pulling and the Zack Slice and Rian Cake came into view then, looking thoroughly delicious, though not as delectable as the Alex Cream Pie and Jack wrenched his arm free of the chef, pressing his hands against the frosty glass. His heavy breaths were fogging up the cabinet and he angrily held his breath, trying to figure out what to do. He could not have the Alex Cream Pie, he knew that much. The reasons were as foggy as the glass between them, but Jack knew his only options were Zack Slice or Rian Cake and that just wasn’t going to sit well with Jack. So he let the pastry chef pull him back into the kitchen and throw him back into the oven with a smug force. Strangers never want you to be happy, do they? Stupid pastry chef.
This is the story of Beckett, Oliver and Thomas.
Misery Loves a Lonely Stranger (Or Two)
“Oli, if you wan’ed me on this fuckin’ tour so much, why won’ you let me fuckin’ party wiv you? You’re being a righ’ prat about this business an’ I’m fuckin’ sick of it, you titbox.”
“Fuck off, Tommy, I let you come wiv us to plenty o’ par’ies, ‘aven’t I? Warped is jus’ bloody overwhelmin’, innit? An’ I don’ want you to get hurt or... summin.”
“Yeah right, you’re lookin’ out for my wellbeing. I aint fuckin’ stupid, Oli! Whyyyy won’t you even let me in the door, eh?”
“I’ve got a secret, righ’ Tom? An’ -”
“Lemme guess, it’s on the tip o’ your fuckin’ tongue? On the back of your bloody lungs?”
“You tosspot. I was gonna say tha’ I don’ wan’ you to find out, and the simplest way to keep you in the dark, is to, well, keep you in the bus.”
And with that last remark, Oli walked out of the bus in three long strides and Tom fumed at him through the windowpane. Oli was such a spoon - he wouldn’t even tell his brother this big fucking secret that he now so apparently had. Tom, however, was a little brother, and little brothers are mischievous little creatures, so Tom made his way over to Oli’s best mate in the whole wide world, Matt Nicholls. He would tell Tom what was up, and if he didn’t, then Tom would shag it out of him. Not that Oli knew about these particular... shenanigans.
Author: x_cheapnovelty
Pairing: Alex Gaskarth/Jack Barakat, William Beckett/Tom and Oli Sykes
Rating: NC-17
Summary: This is the tale of five young men, separated into two stories.
The story of Jack Barakat and his Alex; and the story of Beckett and The Brothers.
POV: Third
Warnings: fluff, smut, ridiculous metaphors, incest, threesomes, homogay tomfoolery and general insanity. I also say 'fuck' a lot.
Disclaimer: I made this up, all in my little mind box. ie. imaginary!
Author Notes: I am so excited about fic and the thrill of luuuurve right now, that I couldn't wait to post another one.
SO HERE WE GO, A DOUBLE EPIC. Yo general Jalex story with a side order of Beckett and Sykecest. Why not?
This is the tale of five young men, separated into two stories.
The story of Jack Barakat and his Alex; and the story of Beckett and The Brothers.
Both stories take place in America.
One story is about true love and the heartache and/or joy that goes with it.
The other is about sheer lust and how much fucking fun it can be.
Now you’ve got the deets, we shall begin.
This story is of Jack and Alex.
I Don’t Mind You Under My Skin.
Jack was standing in the cake shop of love, the pastry chef pulling him towards the oven, but the Alex Cream Pie was calling and calling him from the chilled display cabinet. He couldn’t stop looking, but the chef was pulling and the Zack Slice and Rian Cake came into view then, looking thoroughly delicious, though not as delectable as the Alex Cream Pie and Jack wrenched his arm free of the chef, pressing his hands against the frosty glass. His heavy breaths were fogging up the cabinet and he angrily held his breath, trying to figure out what to do. He could not have the Alex Cream Pie, he knew that much. The reasons were as foggy as the glass between them, but Jack knew his only options were Zack Slice or Rian Cake and that just wasn’t going to sit well with Jack. So he let the pastry chef pull him back into the kitchen and throw him back into the oven with a smug force. Strangers never want you to be happy, do they? Stupid pastry chef.
This is the story of Beckett, Oliver and Thomas.
Misery Loves a Lonely Stranger (Or Two)
“Oli, if you wan’ed me on this fuckin’ tour so much, why won’ you let me fuckin’ party wiv you? You’re being a righ’ prat about this business an’ I’m fuckin’ sick of it, you titbox.”
“Fuck off, Tommy, I let you come wiv us to plenty o’ par’ies, ‘aven’t I? Warped is jus’ bloody overwhelmin’, innit? An’ I don’ want you to get hurt or... summin.”
“Yeah right, you’re lookin’ out for my wellbeing. I aint fuckin’ stupid, Oli! Whyyyy won’t you even let me in the door, eh?”
“I’ve got a secret, righ’ Tom? An’ -”
“Lemme guess, it’s on the tip o’ your fuckin’ tongue? On the back of your bloody lungs?”
“You tosspot. I was gonna say tha’ I don’ wan’ you to find out, and the simplest way to keep you in the dark, is to, well, keep you in the bus.”
And with that last remark, Oli walked out of the bus in three long strides and Tom fumed at him through the windowpane. Oli was such a spoon - he wouldn’t even tell his brother this big fucking secret that he now so apparently had. Tom, however, was a little brother, and little brothers are mischievous little creatures, so Tom made his way over to Oli’s best mate in the whole wide world, Matt Nicholls. He would tell Tom what was up, and if he didn’t, then Tom would shag it out of him. Not that Oli knew about these particular... shenanigans.