You Can Take My Life, But You Can't Take It With You (Five)
Title: You Can Take My Life, But You Can't Take It With You
Authors: turnthepageover and americanaffair
Rating: NC-17 Overall.
Pairing: Eventual Jalex.
Point of View: Third.
Summary: "You think this is fucking funny?! You're sick, Alex! I'm not some animal! I'm not something you can just keep for your entertainment! Come the fuck down here!"
Disclaimer: We don't own them, as much as Bridjet wishes she does, haha ; ) Story title comes from Poison by All Time Low.
Masterpost- turnthepageover.livejournal.com/24842.html
Alex awoke to an aching head and nausea. He stumbled off the couch, moving toward the bathroom. He dropped in front of the toilet. His stomach emptied it's contents with painful convulsions, and by the time he'd finished, Alex's face had paled a considerable amount and was covered in ice cold sweat. Around him, he noticed something being slightly off. The bathroom he was in looked far too plain to be the one he normally found himself in.
He sat up, looking around and blinking, trying to adjust his eyes to the lighting. He rubbed his head, realizing he was down in the basement in Jack's bathroom. He stood up, using his t-shirt to wipe the sweat from his face. He sat down on the bed next to Jack, touching the boy's hair.
"Wake up, angel," he called out gently.
"I've been," Jack turned, rubbing his eye with one hand. "It's hard not to wake up when the first sound you hear in ages is someone puking up their guts."
Alex grimaced, realizing that maybe Jack had been shut in too long. "I'll try and give you something better next time." He smiled, lopsided.
This time, Jack grimaced.
"J-Jack," Alex started, seeing Jack's face in the light. His stomach churned as he looked at the dark purple bruise on his cheek. He reached his hand out, turning his head. On further inspection he realized the boy had a busted lip and another bruise lining his jawbone.
"What-What happened?" Alex whispered, his fingers feather light on the purple skin. But still enough that Jack hissed and grabbed his wrist.
"Don't." He said through gritted teeth, throwing Alex's hand back at his body.
"Jack, what happened?" Alex asked, concerned.
"I fell down the stairs," Jack snarled, the common lie slipping from his lips aggressively. Alex flinched back, frowning.
"D-did I....?"
"No," Jack frowned, trying to squirm his body away.
Alex was having none of it. "Jack, there is no way you fell down those stairs. You don't have enough give to get to any of them. Tell me. Did I do that to you?"
"Of course you did!" Jack exclaimed. Alex straightened up, looking at the younger boy.
"Jack, I'm sorry," Alex said, reaching his hand out to caress the other boy's cheek again.
"Stop touching me!" Jack said, pushing his hand away.
Alex watched as tears formed in Jack's eyes, slipping down his cheeks that looked suddenly lighter in contrast to the dark splotches and red lines of dried blood descending from his lip.
"I just want to help," Alex whispered, kneeling beside him on the bed and looking at how his eyes shined.
"Don't you think you've done enough?" Jack spat, before beginning to shake with silent sobs.
"Jack," Alex said, cupping his face gently. He moved his face closer to Jack's examining his skin closely. "I'm sorry."
"If you were sorry you wouldn't have done it," Jack mumbled, trying to get away from him.
"That wasn't me. I didn't do this," Alex whispered, staring into his eyes.
"Well then, who? You're the only fucking person here, Alex." Jack glared, pushing away Alex's arms. But it was to no avail, because the harder he shoved them away, the more they appeared with vengence.
"I didn't. I was drinking. I never would've done that. Never, Jack, I love you. You know I love you." Alex was pleading, begging. Anything to make Jack understand. Better yet, anything to make him stop crying.
"Alex, we've been drinking together for years! You've never once raised your hand to me! What happened?!" Jack demanded.
Alex felt his hands shake as he reached out to Jack. He pulled at his clothes, trying to draw the boy nearer to him. At first Jack struggled, but then he stopped. He allowed Alex to hold him tightly, but he wasn't relaxed. His body stayed tense, uncomfortable pressed up against the elder.
"Alex, we've been drinking together for years! You've never once raised your hand to me! What happened?!" Jack demanded.
Alex felt his hands shake as he reached out to Jack. He pulled at his clothes, trying to draw the boy nearer to him. At first Jack struggled, but then he stopped. He allowed Alex to hold him tightly, but he wasn't relaxed. His body stayed tense, uncomfortable pressed up against the elder.
"I couldn't explain it if I tried," Alex whispered against his skin, molding his body against the others. But they didn't feel right. They felt disconnected. Like the circit between them wasn't flowing with electricity.
Jack sighed, trying to make himself feel something close to comfort and coming up just short of not completely rigid.
"I'm sorry," Alex murmured into Jack's hair. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
He kissed Jack's black hair, petting it gently.
Jack swallowed thickly, allowing himself to be pulled impossibly closer into Alex's body and resting his forehead on his shoulder.
"I don't even know who you are anymore, Alex," he said, and Alex released his grip on him. He looked up into Jack's eyes sadly, his caramel eyes sparkling with tears.
"I'm Alex," Alex said. "I'm your Alex."
Authors: turnthepageover and americanaffair
Rating: NC-17 Overall.
Pairing: Eventual Jalex.
Point of View: Third.
Summary: "You think this is fucking funny?! You're sick, Alex! I'm not some animal! I'm not something you can just keep for your entertainment! Come the fuck down here!"
Disclaimer: We don't own them, as much as Bridjet wishes she does, haha ; ) Story title comes from Poison by All Time Low.
Masterpost- turnthepageover.livejournal.com/24842.html
Alex awoke to an aching head and nausea. He stumbled off the couch, moving toward the bathroom. He dropped in front of the toilet. His stomach emptied it's contents with painful convulsions, and by the time he'd finished, Alex's face had paled a considerable amount and was covered in ice cold sweat. Around him, he noticed something being slightly off. The bathroom he was in looked far too plain to be the one he normally found himself in.
He sat up, looking around and blinking, trying to adjust his eyes to the lighting. He rubbed his head, realizing he was down in the basement in Jack's bathroom. He stood up, using his t-shirt to wipe the sweat from his face. He sat down on the bed next to Jack, touching the boy's hair.
"Wake up, angel," he called out gently.
"I've been," Jack turned, rubbing his eye with one hand. "It's hard not to wake up when the first sound you hear in ages is someone puking up their guts."
Alex grimaced, realizing that maybe Jack had been shut in too long. "I'll try and give you something better next time." He smiled, lopsided.
This time, Jack grimaced.
"J-Jack," Alex started, seeing Jack's face in the light. His stomach churned as he looked at the dark purple bruise on his cheek. He reached his hand out, turning his head. On further inspection he realized the boy had a busted lip and another bruise lining his jawbone.
"What-What happened?" Alex whispered, his fingers feather light on the purple skin. But still enough that Jack hissed and grabbed his wrist.
"Don't." He said through gritted teeth, throwing Alex's hand back at his body.
"Jack, what happened?" Alex asked, concerned.
"I fell down the stairs," Jack snarled, the common lie slipping from his lips aggressively. Alex flinched back, frowning.
"D-did I....?"
"No," Jack frowned, trying to squirm his body away.
Alex was having none of it. "Jack, there is no way you fell down those stairs. You don't have enough give to get to any of them. Tell me. Did I do that to you?"
"Of course you did!" Jack exclaimed. Alex straightened up, looking at the younger boy.
"Jack, I'm sorry," Alex said, reaching his hand out to caress the other boy's cheek again.
"Stop touching me!" Jack said, pushing his hand away.
Alex watched as tears formed in Jack's eyes, slipping down his cheeks that looked suddenly lighter in contrast to the dark splotches and red lines of dried blood descending from his lip.
"I just want to help," Alex whispered, kneeling beside him on the bed and looking at how his eyes shined.
"Don't you think you've done enough?" Jack spat, before beginning to shake with silent sobs.
"Jack," Alex said, cupping his face gently. He moved his face closer to Jack's examining his skin closely. "I'm sorry."
"If you were sorry you wouldn't have done it," Jack mumbled, trying to get away from him.
"That wasn't me. I didn't do this," Alex whispered, staring into his eyes.
"Well then, who? You're the only fucking person here, Alex." Jack glared, pushing away Alex's arms. But it was to no avail, because the harder he shoved them away, the more they appeared with vengence.
"I didn't. I was drinking. I never would've done that. Never, Jack, I love you. You know I love you." Alex was pleading, begging. Anything to make Jack understand. Better yet, anything to make him stop crying.
"Alex, we've been drinking together for years! You've never once raised your hand to me! What happened?!" Jack demanded.
Alex felt his hands shake as he reached out to Jack. He pulled at his clothes, trying to draw the boy nearer to him. At first Jack struggled, but then he stopped. He allowed Alex to hold him tightly, but he wasn't relaxed. His body stayed tense, uncomfortable pressed up against the elder.
"Alex, we've been drinking together for years! You've never once raised your hand to me! What happened?!" Jack demanded.
Alex felt his hands shake as he reached out to Jack. He pulled at his clothes, trying to draw the boy nearer to him. At first Jack struggled, but then he stopped. He allowed Alex to hold him tightly, but he wasn't relaxed. His body stayed tense, uncomfortable pressed up against the elder.
"I couldn't explain it if I tried," Alex whispered against his skin, molding his body against the others. But they didn't feel right. They felt disconnected. Like the circit between them wasn't flowing with electricity.
Jack sighed, trying to make himself feel something close to comfort and coming up just short of not completely rigid.
"I'm sorry," Alex murmured into Jack's hair. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
He kissed Jack's black hair, petting it gently.
Jack swallowed thickly, allowing himself to be pulled impossibly closer into Alex's body and resting his forehead on his shoulder.
"I don't even know who you are anymore, Alex," he said, and Alex released his grip on him. He looked up into Jack's eyes sadly, his caramel eyes sparkling with tears.
"I'm Alex," Alex said. "I'm your Alex."