Sixth Sense 3/100
Title: Sixth Sense
Prompt: #35
Author: alifeofourown
Pairing: Marshall Mathers/Alex Gaskarth (Eminem/All Time Low), Alex Gaskarth/Zack Merrick (All Time Low
Rating: Teen
Summary: "So, you're gonna make out with me by the end of the night."
Warnings: Psychic, Drinks and Walls
Dedication: Someone very dear to me named lifeisafantasy2 is who this is dedicated to because she and Eminem have great history. :D
Beta: havah24601
Disclaimer: If I owned the people mentioned in here...damn, I wouldn't be writing about them.
Author Notes: Uh, yeah...I've subjected myself to this fun thing where I will write one-hundred oneshits involving All Time Low. This is going to be an interesting fall...
If you want a prompt dedicated to you, go to the main post which is located here and post a comment saying the prompt and a preferable pairing. You will get the dedication, but I cannot completely promise on the pairing, seeing as my brain likes to malfunction often.
Otherwise, enjoy!
Alex couldn’t believe it. He was finally going to meet Marshall fucking Mathers. Eminem, goddamn. Alex couldn’t believe this. He had been waiting for years to meet Eminem, and here he was, face to face with the rapper himself. Alex had to resist the excited jumping that he was about to do as he grinned at Jack, who was silently laughing at him before they stepped up to Eminem, attempting to not make fools of themselves.
The rapper was in a conversation with Gabe Saporta about…chocolate covered cherries? Alex kind of stared at the two of them while Jack was smothering a laugh into his drink. “So yeah, they’re so juicy and- oh, Gaskank!” Gabe exclaimed as he spotted Alex, instantly pulling the singer under his wing, so to speak. “Come chat with me and Emmy here.” Alex could instantly pick out Gabe’s drunkenness and now knew why chocolate covered cherries were part of the discussion. “Emmy’s such a slut,” Gabe said with a grin. “He’s been telling me all about it.”
Alex had to resist laughing as he snagged Gabe’s drink and downed it. “Oh look,” he commented as he slipped the drink back into Gabe’s hand. “Your drink’s empty. Why don’t you go and fix that?” Gabe looked over at his drink and frowned before he lifted his arm off of Alex’s shoulders and stumbled over to bother Vicky about buying him another one. Alex smiled at his success of getting rid of Gabe and he looked at Eminem, waiting for some sort of approval from the man. The rapper didn’t comment on Alex’s achievement and instead looked him over.
“Gaskarth right?”he asked as he looked at Alex. “Alex Gaskarth?” Alex nodded slowly, surprised that his rap idol actually knew his name. This was something he hadn’t expected to find out. “Cool,” Eminem said as he stuck a hand into his pocket. “So, you’re gonna make out with me by the end of the night.”
Alex’s eyes widened and his jaw slightly dropped as he heard those words come from the older man’s mouth. “Wait…what the hell?” he asked as he stared at Eminem, shaking his head. “There’s no way that’s happening. I may really fucking look up to you, but I’m not going to make out with you. You’ve got a wife and kids.”
Eminem shrugged as he downed his drink. “Dunno. Had a dream ‘bout it, and let me tell you, all my dreams come true.” Alex shook his head as he looked at Eminem. He needed a drink now, badly.
~*~
Holy fucking shit. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Alex’s back hit the wall in the hidden hallway at this get together and his lips were being fucking attacked by the person he swore he wasn’t going to be making out with tonight, and right now, he was glad that he was. This was really fucking hot.
Eminem’s hands were all over his body, touching everywhere as his tongue was hastily exploring Alex’s mouth. Alex scratched at Eminem’s back, scrambling to pull him closer and make this deeper, more intimate and intense as they went along. Hands were grabbing at everything and skin was being exposed while the two men separated only for air. This was intense, perfect, and Alex had never been so glad for a dream in his life.
“Alex.” A voice rang in Alex’s mind, but he blew it off as his hands scrabbled at Eminem’s skin, clinging desperately as tongues melded together in an intense, needy fashion. “Alex,” the voice spoke again, and Alex closed his eyes, trying to make that annoying voice go away. It was interrupting his smex-fest. “Alex!”
Alex opened his eyes, surprised to find that he was no longer desperately making out with Eminem and was instead in his bed. It had all been just a damn dream. Fuck. He whined quietly and looked over to the other side of the bed where Zack was lying with a frown on his face. “You were making noises and they were annoyingly hot.”
“Sorry,” Alex mumbled as he ran his hands over his face. “It’s just that, I just had a really hot dream. Eminem and I were making out and it was fucking amazing.” He smiled over at Zack who was still frowning. “What?” Alex asked as he frowned as well, looking at Zack, who was clearly showing disappointment on his face. “What did I say wrong?”
“Everything,” Zack said as he moved on the bed. “You think Eminem’s hotter than me.” Alex couldn’t help but laugh at Zack’s sleepy complaint. “You don’t love me as much as Eminem.” He pouted, and Alex knew he was awake and just messing with him. Alex got out of his warm spot under the comforters and he climbed on top of Zack, staring at him quietly. “Stop looking at me like I’m stupid,” Zack said with a frown.
“Well you kind of are, no offense, if you think that I think that Eminem is hotter than you.” Alex chuckled as he pressed a quiet kiss to Zack’s parting lips. “I love you, and only you. Eminem be damned, even if he is my secret rapper crush.” The smile that was forming on Zack’s lips was enough to reassure Alex that he had said exactly what his lover had needed to hear. “I love you Zack, no one else, okay?”
He waited quietly for a response, but Zack said nothing to him. Instead, he quietly pulled Alex down to him, smiling as he gently kissed him. Alex returned the kiss just as gently and he allowed Zack to roll them over on the bed so that he was beneath Zack. “I love you,” he said with a smile on his face.
“I knew you were going to say that,” Alex replied with a smiled. “I’m psychic.” Zack laughed as Alex rolled his eyes. “Don’t laugh at my awesome sixth sense. It’s fucking spectacular and you just don’t understand it.”
“Oh but I do,” Zack said as he slipped his arms around Alex’s waist, pulling him tightly against his chest. “Hey, remind me the next time we see Eminem to tell him that you’re my territory so no making out.” Alex laughed as he pressed his face into Zack’s neck, smiling.
“Don’t worry okay?” he mumbled against Zack’s skin. “I’m yours and yours alone. No mean old rapper is going to get a hold of me while you’ve got me in your loving arms.” Zack smiled as he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Alex’s head. “I’m tired,” Alex stated instantly as he closed his eyes. “I’m going back to bed.”
“Night,” Zack whispered as he smiled sleepily, closing his eyes as well. “Dream of me this time okay?”
“Okay,” Alex replied as he fell asleep, knowing that there was no one else he’d rather dream about.
Prompt: #35
Author: alifeofourown
Pairing: Marshall Mathers/Alex Gaskarth (Eminem/All Time Low), Alex Gaskarth/Zack Merrick (All Time Low
Rating: Teen
Summary: "So, you're gonna make out with me by the end of the night."
Warnings: Psychic, Drinks and Walls
Dedication: Someone very dear to me named lifeisafantasy2 is who this is dedicated to because she and Eminem have great history. :D
Beta: havah24601
Disclaimer: If I owned the people mentioned in here...damn, I wouldn't be writing about them.
Author Notes: Uh, yeah...I've subjected myself to this fun thing where I will write one-hundred oneshits involving All Time Low. This is going to be an interesting fall...
If you want a prompt dedicated to you, go to the main post which is located here and post a comment saying the prompt and a preferable pairing. You will get the dedication, but I cannot completely promise on the pairing, seeing as my brain likes to malfunction often.
Otherwise, enjoy!
Alex couldn’t believe it. He was finally going to meet Marshall fucking Mathers. Eminem, goddamn. Alex couldn’t believe this. He had been waiting for years to meet Eminem, and here he was, face to face with the rapper himself. Alex had to resist the excited jumping that he was about to do as he grinned at Jack, who was silently laughing at him before they stepped up to Eminem, attempting to not make fools of themselves.
The rapper was in a conversation with Gabe Saporta about…chocolate covered cherries? Alex kind of stared at the two of them while Jack was smothering a laugh into his drink. “So yeah, they’re so juicy and- oh, Gaskank!” Gabe exclaimed as he spotted Alex, instantly pulling the singer under his wing, so to speak. “Come chat with me and Emmy here.” Alex could instantly pick out Gabe’s drunkenness and now knew why chocolate covered cherries were part of the discussion. “Emmy’s such a slut,” Gabe said with a grin. “He’s been telling me all about it.”
Alex had to resist laughing as he snagged Gabe’s drink and downed it. “Oh look,” he commented as he slipped the drink back into Gabe’s hand. “Your drink’s empty. Why don’t you go and fix that?” Gabe looked over at his drink and frowned before he lifted his arm off of Alex’s shoulders and stumbled over to bother Vicky about buying him another one. Alex smiled at his success of getting rid of Gabe and he looked at Eminem, waiting for some sort of approval from the man. The rapper didn’t comment on Alex’s achievement and instead looked him over.
“Gaskarth right?”he asked as he looked at Alex. “Alex Gaskarth?” Alex nodded slowly, surprised that his rap idol actually knew his name. This was something he hadn’t expected to find out. “Cool,” Eminem said as he stuck a hand into his pocket. “So, you’re gonna make out with me by the end of the night.”
Alex’s eyes widened and his jaw slightly dropped as he heard those words come from the older man’s mouth. “Wait…what the hell?” he asked as he stared at Eminem, shaking his head. “There’s no way that’s happening. I may really fucking look up to you, but I’m not going to make out with you. You’ve got a wife and kids.”
Eminem shrugged as he downed his drink. “Dunno. Had a dream ‘bout it, and let me tell you, all my dreams come true.” Alex shook his head as he looked at Eminem. He needed a drink now, badly.
~*~
Holy fucking shit. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Alex’s back hit the wall in the hidden hallway at this get together and his lips were being fucking attacked by the person he swore he wasn’t going to be making out with tonight, and right now, he was glad that he was. This was really fucking hot.
Eminem’s hands were all over his body, touching everywhere as his tongue was hastily exploring Alex’s mouth. Alex scratched at Eminem’s back, scrambling to pull him closer and make this deeper, more intimate and intense as they went along. Hands were grabbing at everything and skin was being exposed while the two men separated only for air. This was intense, perfect, and Alex had never been so glad for a dream in his life.
“Alex.” A voice rang in Alex’s mind, but he blew it off as his hands scrabbled at Eminem’s skin, clinging desperately as tongues melded together in an intense, needy fashion. “Alex,” the voice spoke again, and Alex closed his eyes, trying to make that annoying voice go away. It was interrupting his smex-fest. “Alex!”
Alex opened his eyes, surprised to find that he was no longer desperately making out with Eminem and was instead in his bed. It had all been just a damn dream. Fuck. He whined quietly and looked over to the other side of the bed where Zack was lying with a frown on his face. “You were making noises and they were annoyingly hot.”
“Sorry,” Alex mumbled as he ran his hands over his face. “It’s just that, I just had a really hot dream. Eminem and I were making out and it was fucking amazing.” He smiled over at Zack who was still frowning. “What?” Alex asked as he frowned as well, looking at Zack, who was clearly showing disappointment on his face. “What did I say wrong?”
“Everything,” Zack said as he moved on the bed. “You think Eminem’s hotter than me.” Alex couldn’t help but laugh at Zack’s sleepy complaint. “You don’t love me as much as Eminem.” He pouted, and Alex knew he was awake and just messing with him. Alex got out of his warm spot under the comforters and he climbed on top of Zack, staring at him quietly. “Stop looking at me like I’m stupid,” Zack said with a frown.
“Well you kind of are, no offense, if you think that I think that Eminem is hotter than you.” Alex chuckled as he pressed a quiet kiss to Zack’s parting lips. “I love you, and only you. Eminem be damned, even if he is my secret rapper crush.” The smile that was forming on Zack’s lips was enough to reassure Alex that he had said exactly what his lover had needed to hear. “I love you Zack, no one else, okay?”
He waited quietly for a response, but Zack said nothing to him. Instead, he quietly pulled Alex down to him, smiling as he gently kissed him. Alex returned the kiss just as gently and he allowed Zack to roll them over on the bed so that he was beneath Zack. “I love you,” he said with a smile on his face.
“I knew you were going to say that,” Alex replied with a smiled. “I’m psychic.” Zack laughed as Alex rolled his eyes. “Don’t laugh at my awesome sixth sense. It’s fucking spectacular and you just don’t understand it.”
“Oh but I do,” Zack said as he slipped his arms around Alex’s waist, pulling him tightly against his chest. “Hey, remind me the next time we see Eminem to tell him that you’re my territory so no making out.” Alex laughed as he pressed his face into Zack’s neck, smiling.
“Don’t worry okay?” he mumbled against Zack’s skin. “I’m yours and yours alone. No mean old rapper is going to get a hold of me while you’ve got me in your loving arms.” Zack smiled as he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Alex’s head. “I’m tired,” Alex stated instantly as he closed his eyes. “I’m going back to bed.”
“Night,” Zack whispered as he smiled sleepily, closing his eyes as well. “Dream of me this time okay?”
“Okay,” Alex replied as he fell asleep, knowing that there was no one else he’d rather dream about.