Control (Five)

Dec 31, 2012 11:27

Title: Control
Author: Sunny
Pairings: Jack Barakat/ OC, Alex Gaskarth/OC
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Recovering from an eating disorder is not easy. Recovering from one while on tour is even harder.
Disclaimer: I don't own Jack, Alex, or anyone in the lovely band and crew that make up All Time Low. They all own each other. Sunny and I do own all members of Hyperinflated Illuminations. Thank you.
Warnings: Obsessive compulsive disorder, eating disorders, alcoholism

http://turnthepageover.livejournal.com/74156.html

Vina didn't even attempt to tune her bass at sound check. She just stood by mindlessly as Wyatt checked the other instruments, fixed them and then turned to her expectantly.

“Are you okay?” he asked her, concern dripping from his voice as he took the guitar from her hands and started strumming, one string at a time.

“Yeah, I'm just tired,” she replied. She was tired. Exhausted. But it wasn't from lack of sleep like she wanted people to believe, and that voice inside her head was telling her that she was succeeding. She was succeeding in losing the weight. She was becoming skinny. Not the fat cow that she saw in the mirror every day.

“You've been tired for a few days, Vina,” Wyatt said, tuning her bass as he spoke to her. “What have you been eating?”

“The usual. Fruit. Juice. Bread.” She had eaten none of that. An apple here and there, maybe celery. And water. Lots of water.

Wyatt frowned at her. “What have you eaten today?” he asked, handing the bass back.

“I had an apple two minutes ago, before that I had a salad from catering,” she said.

Wyatt raised an eyebrow, but said nothing as he went up to the microphones, humming a note louder and quieter before telling the audio tech to change something. He was done quickly, turning to his bandmates. They usually played a silly little tune at the end of their soundcheck, just to feel connected to each other.

“I'm feeling Mary Had A Little Lamb,” Adele spoke up, drumming out a simple beat which generally portrayed the children's nursery rhyme.

Wyatt nodded. He wanted this to end quickly. He had some things to take care of. Vina wanted it to end so she could sleep again. She wasn't sure when the exhaustion would end. She didn't remember it ever ending before. She felt herself playing the notes from muscle memory. She wasn't playing for fun. She was playing because she was expected to.

***

Alex wasn't exactly sure how he had gotten into the situation once again, all he knew was that the beautiful, tiny brunette stood in front of him, hands on her hips, yelling at him to high hell. He wasn't even sure what she was yelling for except that she was angry, it was something he had done and her lips were just wet enough for kissing. And she pissed him the hell off.

He had never done anything to her. He had always been more than nice to her and she repaid him by taunting him, pushing his buttons and scoffing at his attempts at flirting. There was something about him that seemed to cause her to tune into her bitch mode. And it was just him. He had witnessed her being the sweetest person on the face of the earth to Joel, to Wyatt, Jack, Rian, Jonathan Cook, even Kyle Burns.

“Hold up,” Alex stopped her mid-sentence. “What exactly did I do this time?”

They were standing somewhere between the busses and the venue. She had her eyes shielded from the sun every time he moved his head from blocking it. However, besides her hand on her hip and her other hand shielding her eyes, the rest of her body looked tired and not particularly interested.

“What did you do THIS TIME?!” she practically screamed at him. “I can't believe you! Why can't you just leave me the fuck alone and stay out of my way?!” She dropped her hands and stormed around him, heading for her bus.

“Now wait just a fucking minute!” He spun and started following her. “You won't even tell me what I did this time? I swear to fucking God you have it out for me. I don't know what shit on your plate, but I wasn't the one to start this fucking argument. You just started yelling at me!”

They had made it to her bus and she was furiously punching in the code, messing up more than one.

“Move, I'll do it.” Sure enough, Alex punched in the right code the first time.

“Great, now we need to change our code,” Vina rolled her eyes, stepping into the bus, not even checking to see if Alex followed or if the door shut behind her. She grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and spun around when Alex cleared his throat.

“You're welcome,” he told her, indicating the bus door and the code she had failed to type in.

“Alex...” she sighed. “Leave my bus.”

“No. You tell me what the fuck I did to put you all on the defensive, bitchy side every time you see me. I didn't even do anything this time! So back up off your high horse and tell me so maybe I can stop fucking annoying you!” he insisted.

“You want to know what you did?” she asked him, mouth set in a firm, annoyed line.

“YES!” he practically screamed at her.

“You're an arrogant, self-centred, egotistical alcoholic. The second you sat down beside me on the plane, you started flirting with me. I had a book out and headphones in. I obviously didn't want to talk to you. You need to learn that not everyone thinks you're the King of the world. Your actions annoy the hell out of me. If you gave up drinking, you might be more tolerable, but you're a fucking alcoholic. I bet there's some sort of alcohol in that cup right now.” She motioned to the cup in his hand. “And there's just something about you that I can't fucking stand,” she told him.

“Yeah? Well you're a bitch for no reason. Anyone ever told you that “bitch” doesn't suit you?” he asked, taking a step closer to her.

“Suits me better than alcoholic suits you, you asshole.”

“Jesus christ, eat something. You look like you're a fucking corpse!” he blurted out.

Her mouth opened and closed. She wasn't ready for that one. “No thanks to you,” she muttered, turning away from him. “Just leave my bus.”

“No. Not until you tell me what I did today for you to yell at me.”

When she turned around to talk to him, he was right in front of her. “BACK OFF GASKARTH! I'm not fucking interested in you and all you have to offer! You're not God's gift to women! You're not-”

Suddenly his lips were on hers, pressing forcefully to hers. His hands were in her hair, tugging and pulling her closer when he suddenly realized she wasn't resisting, but kissing him back.

Her hands roamed up his chest, bringing his shirt with them. His cup fell to the ground as she tugged his shirt off. The contents spilled everywhere as his lips reattached to hers, moving down her jaw and to her neck. He found a soft spot, bit and then sucked as she let out a moan. He wanted to smirk, but remembered her egotistical comment and instead brought her body closer to his, pressing their pelvis's together. His erection was already prominent but it was growing as her nails dug into his back.

He pulled the sweatshirt over her head quickly before reattaching their lips and pushing her into the wall. She didn't like that, pushing him off and onto the couch beside them.

Straddling his hips, she kissed down his naked chest and to his jeans which she quickly and effectively undid. Alex had a moment to wonder at how she could do that so easily but had trouble with her own bus code before she tugged at the jeans, pulling them down and off him.

She was good at that. Taking off clothes.

He tugged at her tights, kissing her neck and hearing that same moan come out of her mouth. It was so soft and feminine and it was all for him. He found her sweet spot; the spot that made her weak in the knees. He flipped her quickly. Hands running across her body as her tights disappeared along with her underwear.

He briefly thought he could hear yelling outside the bus, but her lips on his chest and her nails trailing across his hips brought his attention back to her.

Pulling his erection from his boxers, he looked down at her, pressed his lips forcefully to hers once again, took a second to gloat to himself that he was finally getting her; the one girl he wanted, then thrusted inside her.

He paused when she let out a cry of pain, gripping his shoulders as he realized how tight she was. Was she a virgin? Did he take her virginity? He better fucking make it worth her while if he did. Easing out, then back in until her face changed from pained to wonder and then to pleasure, he started his rhythm up, moving to rotate his hips and find all the secret places inside her body.

Angling just to the right caused her to catch her breath, angling up and to the right caused her to cry out and dig her nails into him. He pressed harder and harder, faster and faster into her. Kissing and biting her skin , rotating his hips and hitting all the right spots. She was his. He was taking her. He was finally having her after seeing her every day, after getting yelled at by her every day.

“Ohh,” she let out that moan again and he wasn't sure he could handle it anymore when her legs clamped around his waist and squeezed hard. Her inner walls were contracting around him as he thrusted and just as she let out a cry, he felt his orgasm build, peak and explode around him. He knew his thrusts were erratic, could feel her name burst from his mouth as he grunted out the last of his orgasm, then rolled to fit beside her on the couch.

They laid like that, breathing for a bit, not saying a word to each other until Vina spoke up. “Wyatt's going to kill me.”

***

“I'm worried about Vina.” Wyatt was telling Jack. “She's been really tired recently and I haven't seen her eating at all. I forced some grapes on her a few days ago, but she was more reluctant that usual. And with the exhaustion, I'm scared that she's stopped eating. I see her chugging water all the time. I don't know what happened. She was doing really well before. But I'm not positive. I need to make sure...” he trailed off, looking over at Jack who nodded at him with a smile. “What?” he asked.

“You're sexy when you're worried.” Jack grinned.

“I'm always worried,” Wyatt pointed out.

“You're always sexy,” Jack replied.

A smile danced across Wyatt's lips. Jack was finding ways to distract him and make him feel better. Ever since they had planned “the sex plan” together on their week off, he had been worried, constantly checking his tour clipboard to see which day “sex day” would fall on. He'd been taking to calling it that: sex day.

“Thank you,” Wyatt finally muttered out, a blush covering his cheeks as he looked down and away from Jack.

“And what about me?” Jack asked, tilting Wyatt's chin back up to look at him, a proud, smug look on his face.

“You know I find you attractive.” Wyatt blushed again, wondering when that particular oddity would stop popping up every time Jack said something or did something to express sexual interest.

“Not sexy?” Jack grinned, prompting.

“You're sexy as hell. All the time,” Wyatt finally grinned out, leaning over and placing an impromptu kiss on Jack's lips. “Now lets go on my bus and sneak Vina's food diary out so I can see if I have to confront her or not.”

“Isn't that an invasion of privacy?” Jack asked, but he stood up, following Wyatt from the bus.

“Probably. But I'd rather invade her privacy than have her in the hospital for malnutrition. She needs my help, and I haven't been paying much attention to her recently.” He grinned back at Jack as they got to the bus door. He leaned up on his toes to kiss Jack's lips once more, then let his boyfriend lead the way onto the bus.

Jack was always impressed with Wyatt's cleaning abilities, and his band's ability to keep the bus up to Wyatt's cleaning specifications. There was more than once on their week off when Wyatt had minor panic attacks at the way Jack had left something. However, keeping with trying to be better, he  would explain the issue to Jack first before going ahead and fixing it himself. The restraint was progress, Jack knew, and that was all thanks to him. He felt proud.

Looking up from the clean floor at the sound of soft moans and gentle grunts, Jack noticed pale skin on pale skin. Lips attached. Was that Alex? Who was he with-Vina!

Jack spun on his heel, pushing Wyatt back down the one stair he had managed to climb and out the bus door, shutting it behind him. “You can't go in there!” Jack insisted.

“Why not? I just need to get Vina's book. We can go back to your bus right after, I promise,” Wyatt told him, trying to walk around Jack.

“NO! You can't go on there!” Jack insisted.

“Why not?” Wyatt placed his hands on his hips, waiting patiently for Jack's response.

“Alex and Vina are going at it on your couch,” Jack told him cautiously.

“Well, shouldn't we break them up then? They fight a lot. I don't know why you're stopping me...”

“Not that kind of going at it,” Jack sighed.

“...What other kind is there?” Wyatt asked tentatively.

“The sex kind.”

“WHAT?! ON MY COUCH!? They can't do that! That's the couch! People SIT on that! We're going to need brand new cushions!” Wyatt could feel his breath start to come faster and faster, his lungs getting smaller and smaller. He was hyperventilating. He knew that. “Let me on there! We have to stop them! WE HAVE TO!” he was yelling. He knew he was. But that was too much. He had to live on that bus. They were probably mid-intercourse!

“Where's Dubs?! We need to get a new couch! Immediately! Make them stop!” Wyatt was insisting, looking around frantically for his manager. Dubs was nowhere to be seen, obviously. The show was only a few hours away and he had things he needed to do.

Wyatt was fumbling with his phone, trying desperately to call Dubs, but failing over and over.

“Whoa! Wyatt! Calm down!” Jack grabbed him by his shoulders, trying to force calm on the younger boy, but nothing was happening. The restrictions were only forcing more panic on the younger boy. So, Jack did what he always did when he didn't know how to calm his boyfriend down: he kissed him.

pairing: alex gaskarth/oc, chaptered: control, rating: nc-17, pairing: jack barakat/ oc

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