Like Minds fic - Alex/Nigel - Jack Dreaming Of Pike Chapter one
Name: Jack Dreaming Of Pike
Rating: Erm... 15? yeah. That's the English certificate. R in America.
Warnings: Swearing and slash.
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Alex felt the soft breeze surround him; touching his cold feet.
Where was he? Back in a room that was supposed to be his, back in a house that was meant to be a place where he could be happy. But with his thoughts swirling, he would rather be back at school. But that would probably make things worse and make Alex feel reminded...
of him.
Of who you may ask?
Well, the guy who became a sudden part of his life.
The guy who had to ruin his self being and normality.
He hated him.
Yet he couldn't get rid of somewhat feelings for him that were perhaps... not hatred. This somewhat feelings that terrified Alex. That made him feel unnerving. It was totally wrong, since he was a Catholic. But was he anymore? Was he turning his back to that just like the Cathars?
He didn't care much no more. He was frightened of him and really missed his best friend. Plus, it still angered why him... Nigel, was trying to
ruin his life. Alex felt he was losing himself to him. He felt like his heart was being taken in pieces. He hated to say it, but somehow he felt Nigel was beginning to steal his heart.
Alex didn't want to admit that he might be feeling something strange for Nigel.
Like... as if he was falling? Alex wanted to throw up of the thought, but couldn't bring himself to do any harm to Nigel. Even though he felt like
he could for what he'd done. But what was even stranger was the dreams he had been having lately. More and more he'd been finding the
creepy pale guy who he loathed appearing in every dream in had. He couldn't understand why he was there, plus it freaked him out about
where is unconscious thoughts went. Sometimes he didn't even seem to mind!
He was slowly falling asleep once more. It was nearly midnight and he could already feel himself drifting into unconsciousness.
Where am I?
I'm in... or on, a street? Yeah, that's right. It's night time for sure and everything looks dead quiet. The street looks familiar actually...
oh yes, that's right it's Carding Street where the cinema is. Why the hell am I here of all places? My dreams can sure be vivid. Hmm, wonder if Nigel will show up again. Probably, he always is in my dreams nowadays.
''Jack...''
Huh. I guessed right.
I turned round and found him standing with that cold look on his face, a couple meters away from me. I didn't know how to put it, but he looked beautiful. Oh, what I would give to really touch his face.
Wait, what the fuck am I thinking? How could I be okay with feeling like this? The bastard Nigel has really messed me up.
I paced towards the dream Nigel with what felt like anger in my expression.
''MY NAME IS ALEX.''
He just gave me that usual sinister smile that would usually make my hair stand on end.
I'm pretty sure when he gave me that smile it never led to anything good.
''You can't escape me Jack, I am your spade. It's written for eternity''
Shit, that gave me chills.
I went to grab him by the throat, but he stopped me with one swift movement.
He pushed me backward harshly, but gently at the same time.
I felt myself falling back, crashing to the hallucinatory ground.
The dream was continuing as Nigel stepped closer to me and leaned down to look at me with his piercing blue eyes. He stared at me intently, and then looked slightly lower... to my lips. I can see his facial expression change from the sneary smirk to a face that looked vaguely like possible adoration.
He was inches away from my face.
This was certainly feeling more real than any other dream I ever had.
I somehow wanted him closer.
I was finally admitting that somehow I wanted him.
He was remarkable, in his own twisted way. I hated to feel this way, but he was my pike. He was practically centimeters from my face. I was ready to let him kiss me.
But I decided to do it.
Then I realised, how could I kiss him when this was a dream?