We've All Been More Than Eager to Sin 1/?
Title: We've All Been More Than Eager to Sin 1/?
Author: shadefur
Pairing: Zack/Alex
Rating: NC-17, at some point
ChapterRating: PG-13
Summary: “I want this to last forever,” Zack murmured, pressing his nose into my sweaty hair. I nodded sleepily and closed my eyes. “You sleep too much, Alex. Turn around and look at me at least.” I did what he said and fell asleep with my head in his chest. If only I'd known it wouldn't last for long. I'd have savored every second of it.
POV: 1st person; Alex
Disclaimer: I don't own All Time Low. I haven't met All Time Low. None of this is true.
Warnings: Slash
Authors Notes: I am convinced that my writing is terrible even though my friends keep telling me it's really good. >__<
“I want this to last forever,” Zack murmured, pressing his nose into my sweaty hair. I nodded sleepily and closed my eyes. “You sleep too much, Alex. Turn around and look at me at least.” I did what he said and fell asleep with my head in his chest.
If only I'd known it wouldn't last for long. I'd have savored every second of it.
♫♪♫♪♫
It felt weird, standing on the stage instead of being one of the guys in the crowd. This was different from preforming. This was violating and rather scary, almost. I'd never imagined that it would feel like this and I felt bad for those girls. I knew what it was like. At the time, I didn't understand. And now that I did, I wanted to fix things. But I didn't know how.
When I was done I'd made a good amount of money but I still needed more and I felt sick. Great. Getting sick when I needed money was never good. And sure enough, in my dressing room I couldn't help but vomit in the trashcan. I heard a cough and looked back at one of the young men I'd spotted in the crowd. He looked familiar but I wasn't sure. I'd forced everything about what my life was like before to the back of my mind in an attempt to dull the pain.
“How much will it take to be with you?” he asked. I knew this was coming the second he came back here. That's the only reason anyone talked to me anymore.
“That depends on what you want,” I said as I pulled on a robe, hating the feeling of still being nearly naked. I always felt so exposed now. At least this guy was about my age. He wasn't one of those old overweight men who couldn't get laid any other way. “Why do you have to pay for sex anyway? Can't get someone who wants it?”
I thought he might slap me. Any other man probably would have but he didn't. “I can. I just want you. And if I have to pay for it that's fine.”
“Okay then. Are we going to get a motel room or are we going to do this here or what? What do you want to do?” I asked, just wanting to get this over with. I didn't know why, but something about him was so familiar. I didn't like it at all.
“We can go back to my house.”
I looked him up and down. “Do you still live with your parents?”
This time he glared at me. “No.”
I shrugged. “Fine. Lead the way.” I knew I should've been treating him nicer. He could've been some random overweight fifty-year-old who was disgusting. At least he looked nice. Maybe he wouldn't hit me. Maybe. But most of them did. Even the ones who seemed nice.
♫♪♫♪♫
The ride to his house was silent and awkward. I'd done this before but it was obvious he hadn't. He seemed nervous and everything. I wondered vaguely if he was a virgin and reasoned that no one would want to lose their virginity to some harlot they'd only just met. “What's your name?” he asked finally, once we were inside what seemed like a normal house.
“Alex,” I said quietly, wrapping my arms around myself. It was cold in there.
He smiled slightly. “My name's Zack.”
♫♪♫♪♫
We must have talked for hours about almost nothing. He asked me about my past and I told him it didn't matter. He seemed rather sad about his own past but that was okay. It didn't matter. I didn't want to know him. I wanted him to do as he pleased, get it over with, and pay me. I just wanted to go home and go to sleep so that maybe I might feel better. I vomited twice during the time we talked. “Are you sure you're up to this, Alex?” he asked.
No, but I needed the money. “Yes. I'm fine. Just feeling a little down is all.”
He smiled. “Okay then.”
Of course, vomiting during sex didn't exactly seem 'fine'.
Author: shadefur
Pairing: Zack/Alex
Rating: NC-17, at some point
ChapterRating: PG-13
Summary: “I want this to last forever,” Zack murmured, pressing his nose into my sweaty hair. I nodded sleepily and closed my eyes. “You sleep too much, Alex. Turn around and look at me at least.” I did what he said and fell asleep with my head in his chest. If only I'd known it wouldn't last for long. I'd have savored every second of it.
POV: 1st person; Alex
Disclaimer: I don't own All Time Low. I haven't met All Time Low. None of this is true.
Warnings: Slash
Authors Notes: I am convinced that my writing is terrible even though my friends keep telling me it's really good. >__<
“I want this to last forever,” Zack murmured, pressing his nose into my sweaty hair. I nodded sleepily and closed my eyes. “You sleep too much, Alex. Turn around and look at me at least.” I did what he said and fell asleep with my head in his chest.
If only I'd known it wouldn't last for long. I'd have savored every second of it.
♫♪♫♪♫
It felt weird, standing on the stage instead of being one of the guys in the crowd. This was different from preforming. This was violating and rather scary, almost. I'd never imagined that it would feel like this and I felt bad for those girls. I knew what it was like. At the time, I didn't understand. And now that I did, I wanted to fix things. But I didn't know how.
When I was done I'd made a good amount of money but I still needed more and I felt sick. Great. Getting sick when I needed money was never good. And sure enough, in my dressing room I couldn't help but vomit in the trashcan. I heard a cough and looked back at one of the young men I'd spotted in the crowd. He looked familiar but I wasn't sure. I'd forced everything about what my life was like before to the back of my mind in an attempt to dull the pain.
“How much will it take to be with you?” he asked. I knew this was coming the second he came back here. That's the only reason anyone talked to me anymore.
“That depends on what you want,” I said as I pulled on a robe, hating the feeling of still being nearly naked. I always felt so exposed now. At least this guy was about my age. He wasn't one of those old overweight men who couldn't get laid any other way. “Why do you have to pay for sex anyway? Can't get someone who wants it?”
I thought he might slap me. Any other man probably would have but he didn't. “I can. I just want you. And if I have to pay for it that's fine.”
“Okay then. Are we going to get a motel room or are we going to do this here or what? What do you want to do?” I asked, just wanting to get this over with. I didn't know why, but something about him was so familiar. I didn't like it at all.
“We can go back to my house.”
I looked him up and down. “Do you still live with your parents?”
This time he glared at me. “No.”
I shrugged. “Fine. Lead the way.” I knew I should've been treating him nicer. He could've been some random overweight fifty-year-old who was disgusting. At least he looked nice. Maybe he wouldn't hit me. Maybe. But most of them did. Even the ones who seemed nice.
♫♪♫♪♫
The ride to his house was silent and awkward. I'd done this before but it was obvious he hadn't. He seemed nervous and everything. I wondered vaguely if he was a virgin and reasoned that no one would want to lose their virginity to some harlot they'd only just met. “What's your name?” he asked finally, once we were inside what seemed like a normal house.
“Alex,” I said quietly, wrapping my arms around myself. It was cold in there.
He smiled slightly. “My name's Zack.”
♫♪♫♪♫
We must have talked for hours about almost nothing. He asked me about my past and I told him it didn't matter. He seemed rather sad about his own past but that was okay. It didn't matter. I didn't want to know him. I wanted him to do as he pleased, get it over with, and pay me. I just wanted to go home and go to sleep so that maybe I might feel better. I vomited twice during the time we talked. “Are you sure you're up to this, Alex?” he asked.
No, but I needed the money. “Yes. I'm fine. Just feeling a little down is all.”
He smiled. “Okay then.”
Of course, vomiting during sex didn't exactly seem 'fine'.