Dear Mr. Gaskarth (34/?)
Titled: Dear Mr. Gaskarth (34/?)
Author: chasingxrabbits
Pairing: Jalex, Slight Merrikat and Olex (Alex and Oli)
Rating: NC-17
Dedications: Everyone who has commented on this. Thank you. Sincerely thank you. <3
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys at all, but the plot belongs to sausajizz and myself
Beta: paigerhiann, the lovely darling
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The next morning, Jack woke up at five thirty, waking Alex and helping get dressed before ushering him out the front door while his mom was in the upstairs shower.
"I'll see you in a few hours," Jack said and Alex blushed a little, nodding.
"Okay," he agreed, leaning in to peck Jack's cheek before shutting the door behind himself.
On the drive home, Alex stopped at McDonalds, getting Oliver his favourite breakfast sandwich and using it as an alibi, but when he got home, Oli wasn't even there yet.
Alex took time to relax, sitting himself on their leather couch and flipping on the TV.
And that's how Oliver found him, spread out on the couch, watching the morning round of SpongeBob.
"Ah, Alex," he said sternly. "How was your night?"
"It was okay," Alex answered - lied. Truth was, his night was amazing. But he'd never in a million years let Oli know that. "I just graded papers. Oh, and I got you an egg McMuffin. Your favourite."
Oli raised a brow at that, grabbing the McDonlads bag from the coffee table. "I told you not to leave the apartment."
Alex frowned a bit, not letting on to how nervous he was. "O-oh. Well, I thought it would be a nice surprise for you," he answered, standing to walk over and hug the taller man, gripping on in fake warmth.
"I told you not to leave though," Oli said, pushing him away a little. Alex flinched a bit as the other man raised a hand to stroke down Alex's cheek. "But you can pay for that later."
Oli had a look in his eye. A glint. A glisten of something horrible. And Alex knew it all too well. He knew he shouldn't have said it. He knew it. But it slipped out.
"Can you just beat me now so I don't look like a Dalmatian for school?" he asked. It was fairly innocent, with just the smallest hint of sneer to it, but it made Oli stop, mid-bite into his sandwich and look up at his boyfriend with a mean stare.
Alex instantly regretted saying it, backing up a little bit and trying to make himself as small as he could without literally growing himself a turtle shell. "I'm sorry," he squeaked, wincing again, even though Oli hadn't moved.
The older of them softened after a second, setting down his sandwich. It was fake. The softening in his body was fake and mock. "If that's what you want, Alex," he answered, instantly extending an arm - lightening fast - to strike the back of his hand across Alex's face with a CRACK.
"Ah!" Alex yelped, staring at the floor as he reached a hand up to nurse his cheek. He knew there was more coming, but he looked up at Oli, tears in his eyes anyway. Another mistake.
Alex wasn't supposed to look at Oliver while he was crying, Oli would always say "What, are you trying to make me feel bad?" and hit him again, but here was Alex, chocolate eyes wet with hurt as he stared up at his boyfriend.
"Alex," Oliver scolded. "Alex, Alex, Alex."
The man, cringed once again, clenching his teeth. He was scared of his boyfriend. Terrified. Even though Oli didn't sound angry, Alex knew. He knew how good his man was at faking serenity in situations like such, but inside, the man's blood was boiling, his fingertips itching to hurt Alex.
But he didn't. He dropped his hand to his side instead before walking into the kitchen.
Once he was gone, Alex just grabbed his leather bag before storming out the door, slamming it behind him.
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He cried a little as he drove, reaching up to nurse his swollen cheek in the rear view mirror.
"Ow," he said quietly over the sound of the radio as he pulled into the school parking lot. "Fucking Oli."
When he got inside, it was only third period, and he was able to sneak into his dark class room unseen. He flipped the light switch on and sat at his desk. He had at least fifty papers to grade, but that didn't stop him from day dreaming.
He let out a little sigh of relief. He was shocked - amazed - that he'd gotten away with what he had. He'd spent a whole night at a student's house, had sex with him, and then cuddled until the morning, and no one knew but them and the dog, and Alex was pretty sure Delilah wouldn't tell. He felt giddy. Cocky, almost. Like he could get away with just about anything.
...
Other than getting my fucking boyfriend breakfast, he thought, and it wasn't until then that Jack's words rang through his head again.
"I want to help you."
Alex set down his favourite pen then, eyeing the seat where Jack sat in his class with a little smirk.
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When Jack finally made it to lunch, he was wearing the same goofy grin as he forked a few peas on his tray.
"Jack, guess what?" Kyle said, sitting himself next to the boy, scooting himself close. "I got a kitten!"
Jack looked over at him from the corner of his eye and hummed for him to go on.
"Yeah! He's really cute. I named him Baxter," Kyle chirped, taking a bite of his sandwich.
"Yeah," Jack agreed though he really had no idea what the platinum blonde was saying.
"Hey, you know, Jack," Kyle started, twiddling his thumbs a little, and Jack perked up to listen this time - it looked promising. "A favour, per-say."
Jack quirked a brow. "Kyle, I told you, I'm not having sex with you," he teased and Kyle blushed a little, sticking up his nose at that.
"Uhm, no. That's not it," he giggled. "I was wondering if maybe you could talk to that boy in your grade for me. His name is Caleb Turman."
Jack seemed to consider it for a second.
"Oh, come on, Jack. How hard would it be to put in a good word for me?" Kyle pleaded, setting down the half of his sandwich so he could turn to Jack. "I've been trying to get him to notice me, but it seems to be plateauing. At first he paid a little attention, but now he doesn't seem to care much."
"Kyle, I think he's straight," Jack informed and Kyle looked up at him with a smug look.
"Jack," he said in a sing-song voice. "You should know better than anyone that with a little persuasion and the right situation, straight guys will try just about anything."
Jack's face fell into a glare then, sticking his tongue out at a laughing Kyle. Just then, a thought popped into Jack's head.
"Kyle!" he exclaimed and the blonde jumped a little at his abruptness. "Kyle, why don't you go to Caleb's party?"
The younger's bottom lip dropped open. "I didn't know he was having one," he said sadly.
Jack rolled his eyes. "You can come with me to it. I wasn't going to go, but I can take you," he offered and Kyle smiled a little.
"Yeah," he agreed. "Okay."