Warm Me Up
Title: Warm Me Up
Author: darkbluerain
Rating: PG-17
Pairing: Jalex
POV: Jack
Summary: Another new year, another party. And why, oh why did he have to be here?
Disclaimer: Fake. Title and cut belong to the lovely boys in theAudizzle.
Author Notes: Happy New Year, everyone!! I thought I'd dip my toes in the sea of Jalex once again with a new years fic. Enjoy!
"Oh God."
"What?"
"Don't look behind you Jack."
"Why?"
"Just. Don't."
And although Bree is a smart girl and I should probably listen to her, I turn around and the New Year's Eve party smile slides right off my face.
Alex Gaskarth, fool of all fools, is standing there, a bottle of Jager in his hand...
...wearing nothing but Santa boxers, with a crazy, drunk grin on his face.
I turn back towards Bree, who giggles and drains the last of her drink. Ugh, he is the LAST thing I wanted to see. I knew he'd be here. It is Rian's party after all.
"Told you not to turn around."
I stick my tongue out and smack my head down on the table. "Shut up Bree."
My hate for this man began so long ago, I don't even remember why I started to dislike him. Though I think I do recall him squirting paint on me in pre-school, and stepping on my fingers in first grade. Or maybe that was Joe...
Bree glances over my shoulder and shakes her head, sighing. "I don't see why you hate him so much. He's good looking, funny-"
"And a total dickwad. C'mon Bree, you can't possibly find that attractive?"
She smiles again, that crooked, side of her mouth smile, and gets up in search of something stronger to drink.
"Just saying."
If she wasn't my best friend, I just might have to smash this glass over her head. A stronger drink does sound good right about now though. So I tip back my glass to swallow down what's left and get up to find something stronger when my path is suddenly blocked.
Blocked by something bare chested and brunette haired and standing a few inches shorter than myself.
Alex.
"Hello Mister Jack. Care for a drink with me?"
Why me? I try to push past him, but he just loops his arm around my waist and pulls me up against him. Of all the times in the world I don't have a pocketknife on me, it has to be this one.
"You're sexy."
"You're drunk."
He giggles and twirls a lock of my hair around his fingers. He'd better stop touching me if he values his life. Or his manhood, which is right where my knee is positioned if he gets a little too touchy.
"M'not drunk. Just feel like spending some time with a lovely lad. C'mon Jack. Just a couple of drinks."
Being slightly taller has its perks, because I simply shrug off Alex's other arm and make my way over to Bree, who is currently hanging all over Zack, running her hand through that gorgeous sandy blonde hair of his. She sees me and holds up a finger, as if to tell him, 'I'll be right back.'
She quickly walks over to me and places a hand on my shoulder. "What's up sweetie? You look like you're about to murder some-...oh, Alexander. C'mon Jack, I was watching from over there. He touched your hair, big deal. It's New Years Barakat! Have some fun."
Oh, she's right. I'm making a mountain out of a molehill. I should be enjoying myself.
Fuck Alex. I'm going to have a good time!
Bree was totally right. I'm having an amazing time now that I'm not thinking about him.
A bunch of people are dancing now (including Bree and Zack, those hormone driven beasts) so I join in. Hey, I've had a few drinks, and everyone else is probably just as tipsy, so who cares if I dance like a semi-drunk white boy?
All is well for a while. I'm not the only one dancing a little drunk-like, and I just feel wild and content all over.
That is, until Alex slides in front of me with that stupid smile across his face.
"So we meet again Jack."
"Fuck you Alex."
He slides his arm around me again and kisses me on the cheek. "If you insist."
"How about no? Go away now."
He just pulls me closer and smirks like the cocky son of bitch he is. And he smells really good...
ARRGH! What the hell is happening to my head?! I've been drinking, that's it. It's the party, mixed with the fact he's a nearly naked gay man and I'm a partially drunk gay man. I need to learn to control myself.
Wait, what's this? I'm...I'm DANCING with him? That's it, I've officially lost control of my body.
He's smiles and leans close to my ear. "See Jack? I'm not that bad of a guy. And you're totally into this."
"Don't get your hopes up Gaskarth. I hate you."
"Why?"
My mouth snaps shut at that. Think, Jack, think. Why do I hate this man? This loser, this waste of space, this...this studmuffin.
And suddenly, I realize...
I don't know why I hate him. I always thought it just started so long ago that it slipped my mind, but I really don't know.
It's like when you start hating the high school jocks just because all your friends hate them and call them players. Like when you poke fun at the girl that sits in the back of class for wearing all black and being an art nerd, just because your cousin said she was a freak.
"I...I don't know."
Alex smiles at me and takes my hands in his. Everyone stops whatever they're doing and turns to a TV in the corner of the room to countdown the last ten seconds before the ball drops. Alex's hands are warm around mine, and honestly, it feels right.
"3...2...1...2009!"
Cheers go up all around and the music starts back up as people kiss and throw back drinks all around us. Alex's pale lips press against mine, and I find my own pressing right back against his.
And when he pulls back, I can see a spark in those melted chocolate eyes. "Welcome to a brand new year, Jack."
Author: darkbluerain
Rating: PG-17
Pairing: Jalex
POV: Jack
Summary: Another new year, another party. And why, oh why did he have to be here?
Disclaimer: Fake. Title and cut belong to the lovely boys in theAudizzle.
Author Notes: Happy New Year, everyone!! I thought I'd dip my toes in the sea of Jalex once again with a new years fic. Enjoy!
"Oh God."
"What?"
"Don't look behind you Jack."
"Why?"
"Just. Don't."
And although Bree is a smart girl and I should probably listen to her, I turn around and the New Year's Eve party smile slides right off my face.
Alex Gaskarth, fool of all fools, is standing there, a bottle of Jager in his hand...
...wearing nothing but Santa boxers, with a crazy, drunk grin on his face.
I turn back towards Bree, who giggles and drains the last of her drink. Ugh, he is the LAST thing I wanted to see. I knew he'd be here. It is Rian's party after all.
"Told you not to turn around."
I stick my tongue out and smack my head down on the table. "Shut up Bree."
My hate for this man began so long ago, I don't even remember why I started to dislike him. Though I think I do recall him squirting paint on me in pre-school, and stepping on my fingers in first grade. Or maybe that was Joe...
Bree glances over my shoulder and shakes her head, sighing. "I don't see why you hate him so much. He's good looking, funny-"
"And a total dickwad. C'mon Bree, you can't possibly find that attractive?"
She smiles again, that crooked, side of her mouth smile, and gets up in search of something stronger to drink.
"Just saying."
If she wasn't my best friend, I just might have to smash this glass over her head. A stronger drink does sound good right about now though. So I tip back my glass to swallow down what's left and get up to find something stronger when my path is suddenly blocked.
Blocked by something bare chested and brunette haired and standing a few inches shorter than myself.
Alex.
"Hello Mister Jack. Care for a drink with me?"
Why me? I try to push past him, but he just loops his arm around my waist and pulls me up against him. Of all the times in the world I don't have a pocketknife on me, it has to be this one.
"You're sexy."
"You're drunk."
He giggles and twirls a lock of my hair around his fingers. He'd better stop touching me if he values his life. Or his manhood, which is right where my knee is positioned if he gets a little too touchy.
"M'not drunk. Just feel like spending some time with a lovely lad. C'mon Jack. Just a couple of drinks."
Being slightly taller has its perks, because I simply shrug off Alex's other arm and make my way over to Bree, who is currently hanging all over Zack, running her hand through that gorgeous sandy blonde hair of his. She sees me and holds up a finger, as if to tell him, 'I'll be right back.'
She quickly walks over to me and places a hand on my shoulder. "What's up sweetie? You look like you're about to murder some-...oh, Alexander. C'mon Jack, I was watching from over there. He touched your hair, big deal. It's New Years Barakat! Have some fun."
Oh, she's right. I'm making a mountain out of a molehill. I should be enjoying myself.
Fuck Alex. I'm going to have a good time!
Bree was totally right. I'm having an amazing time now that I'm not thinking about him.
A bunch of people are dancing now (including Bree and Zack, those hormone driven beasts) so I join in. Hey, I've had a few drinks, and everyone else is probably just as tipsy, so who cares if I dance like a semi-drunk white boy?
All is well for a while. I'm not the only one dancing a little drunk-like, and I just feel wild and content all over.
That is, until Alex slides in front of me with that stupid smile across his face.
"So we meet again Jack."
"Fuck you Alex."
He slides his arm around me again and kisses me on the cheek. "If you insist."
"How about no? Go away now."
He just pulls me closer and smirks like the cocky son of bitch he is. And he smells really good...
ARRGH! What the hell is happening to my head?! I've been drinking, that's it. It's the party, mixed with the fact he's a nearly naked gay man and I'm a partially drunk gay man. I need to learn to control myself.
Wait, what's this? I'm...I'm DANCING with him? That's it, I've officially lost control of my body.
He's smiles and leans close to my ear. "See Jack? I'm not that bad of a guy. And you're totally into this."
"Don't get your hopes up Gaskarth. I hate you."
"Why?"
My mouth snaps shut at that. Think, Jack, think. Why do I hate this man? This loser, this waste of space, this...this studmuffin.
And suddenly, I realize...
I don't know why I hate him. I always thought it just started so long ago that it slipped my mind, but I really don't know.
It's like when you start hating the high school jocks just because all your friends hate them and call them players. Like when you poke fun at the girl that sits in the back of class for wearing all black and being an art nerd, just because your cousin said she was a freak.
"I...I don't know."
Alex smiles at me and takes my hands in his. Everyone stops whatever they're doing and turns to a TV in the corner of the room to countdown the last ten seconds before the ball drops. Alex's hands are warm around mine, and honestly, it feels right.
"3...2...1...2009!"
Cheers go up all around and the music starts back up as people kiss and throw back drinks all around us. Alex's pale lips press against mine, and I find my own pressing right back against his.
And when he pulls back, I can see a spark in those melted chocolate eyes. "Welcome to a brand new year, Jack."