Earth 2/100
Title: Earth
Prompt: #53
Author: alifeofourown
Pairing: Jack Barakat/Gabe Saporta (All Time Low/Cobra Starship)
Rating: Teen
Summary: This was not how the Fueled by Ramen plus All Time Low project was supposed to be working out.
Warnings: Mud, Fights and Pete Wentz
Dedication: This prompt is dedicated to havah24601 who I know is in love with this pairing. Surprise bb, happiness for you.
Beta: evasgreenday100
Disclaimer: If I owned the people mentioned in here...damn, I wouldn't be writing about them.
Author Notes: Uh, yeah...I've subjected myself to this fun thing where I will write one-hundred oneshits involving All Time Low. This is going to be an interesting fall...
If you want a prompt dedicated to you, go to the main post which is located here and post a comment saying the prompt and a preferable pairing. You will get the dedication, but I cannot completely promise on the pairing, seeing as my brain likes to malfunction often.
Otherwise, enjoy!
“I hate you. I hate you so fucking much right now.” Grumbling, a pissed off Jack ruffled his hair over and over, trying to get as much of the mud that an asshole of a Gabe had just dropped into his hair out. Above, Gabe was smirking with a pleased expression as he crossed his arms over his chest and whistled innocently as he looked to the side. Jack let out a feral growl and he stood up, hissing as he removed his now muddy hands from his hair and ran them down Gabe’s favorite purple hoodie, the one that he had said he had given away, but hadn’t really.
“Ay! Bitch!” Gabe growled as he looked down at his now mud stained hoodie. “You knew that this was my favorite hoodie! That was just your damn hair, it would’ve washed out!” He hissed and shoved Jack roughly, knocking him down to the muddy ground that they were “working” on. Jack hissed as he stood back up, pissed now that one of his favorite pairs of pants was mud stained and most likely ruined thanks to Gabe. He shoved the older man as roughly as he could but Gabe basically stayed in place, not stumbling or even coming close to falling. “Fail,” Gabe chuckled before he shoved Jack right back, causing the man to fall down in the mud again.
This was not how the Fueled by Ramen plus All Time Low project was supposed to be working out. The only reason Jack and the rest of the band was there was because Pete considered it payback for having to take time away from his son to be in their video, but now Jack bet that even he was starting to regret it. The fight that had broken out between Jack and Gabe was definitely a reason for anyone regretting pairing the two of them together. “I am going to kill you,” Jack hissed as he stood up another time, shooting daggers at Gabe with his eyes. “Dead meat Saporta.”
“You’ll never kill me Barakitten. You’re just a little baby.” Jack growled at him and he pulled his hoodie off, throwing it to the side before he charged at Gabe, tackling him to the ground and earning more than a few glares from assorted members of the Fueled by Ramen team, including Pete Wentz himself. Jack didn’t care though, because he now had Gabe pinned to the ground and was ready to attack him without hesitation.
Gabe’s hands were instantly at Jack’s face, throwing a punch that, sadly, missed the boy’s face and slammed his fist into air while Jack slammed his hand down on Gabe’s chest. “Idiots, break it up!” Pete called lazily from across the field, not really caring enough to go over there and handle it because he had a pretty good idea of what would happen if he did go over there to break it up; a black eye and two still fighting assholes. He figured let them deck it out now and they can complain later when they’re covered in bruises and battle scars from their stupid fight.
At this point, Gabe had the upper hand and he had rolled them over so that Jack was pinned to the muddy ground, his harms at his sides and swear words coming out of his mouth a mile a minute. “Jack, just shut the fuck up for a second will you?” Gabe asked as he stared at the man beneath. He heard footsteps approaching them, but the older man didn’t care as he closed his eyes and began to sleep on Jack, propping his arms on the man’s chest and resting his head on them.
“Hey, Saporta,” a voice said from above the two of them. Gabe looked up to spot Alex Gaskarth standing there with a confused expression on his face. Gabe blinked before he stared, waiting for Alex to say something more. “Would you by chance mind getting off my dick of a guitarist? We kind of need him sometime in the future.”
“Nah,” Gabe replied as he settled back into the nap he had been trying to take on top of Jack. The man hissed beneath him, and it only succeeded in making Gabe laugh as he settled back into his nice, comfy nap on the warm body that was getting cold mud soaked into his skin.
“Okay then. It was a nice try,” Alex said with a shrug as he turned and went back to where he had been working with Hayley and the Beckett, leaving Jack there without a single word to him.
“I hate you too Gaskank!” Jack hollered and Gabe lifted a hand from the man’s chest to cover it over his mouth, silencing him instantly. “Mrrrr!” Gabe let out a loud chuckle, turning more heads and even earning a huff from the currently frustrated Patrick Stump who was ironically stabbing at a tree stump, hissing swear words at it under his breath.
“Hating on yourself over there Stump?” Gabe asked with a chuckle as he lifted his hand from Jack’s mouth for a second, instantly putting it back down as a stream of swear words escaped the man’s lips. “Man, you can’t be quiet at all Barakat. How the hell am I going to fix this?” Jack shrugged, and in that moment, he freed his arm and shoved a punch into Gabe’s side, causing the older man to shift and fall onto his side, allowing Jack to regain the upper hand now.
Jack grinned. “Look who’s back bitch. You’re dead now Saporta.” Gabe grinned up at Jack as he lounged beneath him, and now Jack was hissing. “What the hell’s with the smile Saporta? If you’re trying to play mind games with me, you’re just going to lose in the end. I’m going to beat your face in.” Jack moved to raise his fist up and punch Gabe in the face, but he soon found that he couldn’t because Gabe’s hands had formed iron grips around Jack’s wrists, holding them tightly to keep him from being able to move them. “God damn you let me go!” Jack was thrashing around in Gabe’s grip, and the older man chuckled, instantly using Jack’s fit to roll them back over so that he was on top.
“God, you really never do shut up do you?” he asked as he looked down at Jack who was now letting out a stream of swears under his breath. “I’ll make you shut up.” Before Jack could even formulate the question of ‘What the hell does that mean?’ to Gabe, he found that he couldn’t’ because Gabe’s lips were covering his own in a fiery kiss.
All of Jack’s previous anger at the singer who was now attacking him with kisses had melted away instantly, and he found himself kissing back with a desperate want and need almost. Gabe’s hold on his wrists had released itself and Jack’s newly freed hands were tangling themselves in Gabe’s short hair as he kissed Gabe over and over, quickly enough becoming lost in every aspect of the man on top of him. Gabe’s hands were roaming all over him, and Jack’s mouth was emitting small moans as Gabe touched him in places that he wasn’t often touched in unless it was friendly way, and this…this was anything but friendly.
Gabe’s lips detached from Jack’s and trailed kisses down to the base of his neck where he pulled the supple flesh into his mouth by his teeth and began to suck on it, earning now audible moans from Jack. Gabe’s lips curved into a smile and his hands were slipping lower…lower…lower…
Until…
Jack felt something smack off of his head and he winced, sitting up and pulling away from a now annoyed Gabe because he couldn’t suck on his living, breathing binky any longer. Jack reached down and picked up an acorn sized rock and grumbled as he looked over to find out who had thrown it. “Get a room bitches!” Pete called from the other side of the garden they were working on. Jack looked over to Gabe and his eyebrows rose in silent discussion.
Shared smiles spread across two malicious faces and a mud covered couple stormed over to shove a pissed off Pete into the mud, soaking him with the brown, wet earth. “You two are so fired!” Pete hissed, but Jack and Gabe didn’t care. They shared a high five and a quick, passionate kiss, and everything was okay.
Even if Pete really did plan on killing them in the end.
Prompt: #53
Author: alifeofourown
Pairing: Jack Barakat/Gabe Saporta (All Time Low/Cobra Starship)
Rating: Teen
Summary: This was not how the Fueled by Ramen plus All Time Low project was supposed to be working out.
Warnings: Mud, Fights and Pete Wentz
Dedication: This prompt is dedicated to havah24601 who I know is in love with this pairing. Surprise bb, happiness for you.
Beta: evasgreenday100
Disclaimer: If I owned the people mentioned in here...damn, I wouldn't be writing about them.
Author Notes: Uh, yeah...I've subjected myself to this fun thing where I will write one-hundred oneshits involving All Time Low. This is going to be an interesting fall...
If you want a prompt dedicated to you, go to the main post which is located here and post a comment saying the prompt and a preferable pairing. You will get the dedication, but I cannot completely promise on the pairing, seeing as my brain likes to malfunction often.
Otherwise, enjoy!
“I hate you. I hate you so fucking much right now.” Grumbling, a pissed off Jack ruffled his hair over and over, trying to get as much of the mud that an asshole of a Gabe had just dropped into his hair out. Above, Gabe was smirking with a pleased expression as he crossed his arms over his chest and whistled innocently as he looked to the side. Jack let out a feral growl and he stood up, hissing as he removed his now muddy hands from his hair and ran them down Gabe’s favorite purple hoodie, the one that he had said he had given away, but hadn’t really.
“Ay! Bitch!” Gabe growled as he looked down at his now mud stained hoodie. “You knew that this was my favorite hoodie! That was just your damn hair, it would’ve washed out!” He hissed and shoved Jack roughly, knocking him down to the muddy ground that they were “working” on. Jack hissed as he stood back up, pissed now that one of his favorite pairs of pants was mud stained and most likely ruined thanks to Gabe. He shoved the older man as roughly as he could but Gabe basically stayed in place, not stumbling or even coming close to falling. “Fail,” Gabe chuckled before he shoved Jack right back, causing the man to fall down in the mud again.
This was not how the Fueled by Ramen plus All Time Low project was supposed to be working out. The only reason Jack and the rest of the band was there was because Pete considered it payback for having to take time away from his son to be in their video, but now Jack bet that even he was starting to regret it. The fight that had broken out between Jack and Gabe was definitely a reason for anyone regretting pairing the two of them together. “I am going to kill you,” Jack hissed as he stood up another time, shooting daggers at Gabe with his eyes. “Dead meat Saporta.”
“You’ll never kill me Barakitten. You’re just a little baby.” Jack growled at him and he pulled his hoodie off, throwing it to the side before he charged at Gabe, tackling him to the ground and earning more than a few glares from assorted members of the Fueled by Ramen team, including Pete Wentz himself. Jack didn’t care though, because he now had Gabe pinned to the ground and was ready to attack him without hesitation.
Gabe’s hands were instantly at Jack’s face, throwing a punch that, sadly, missed the boy’s face and slammed his fist into air while Jack slammed his hand down on Gabe’s chest. “Idiots, break it up!” Pete called lazily from across the field, not really caring enough to go over there and handle it because he had a pretty good idea of what would happen if he did go over there to break it up; a black eye and two still fighting assholes. He figured let them deck it out now and they can complain later when they’re covered in bruises and battle scars from their stupid fight.
At this point, Gabe had the upper hand and he had rolled them over so that Jack was pinned to the muddy ground, his harms at his sides and swear words coming out of his mouth a mile a minute. “Jack, just shut the fuck up for a second will you?” Gabe asked as he stared at the man beneath. He heard footsteps approaching them, but the older man didn’t care as he closed his eyes and began to sleep on Jack, propping his arms on the man’s chest and resting his head on them.
“Hey, Saporta,” a voice said from above the two of them. Gabe looked up to spot Alex Gaskarth standing there with a confused expression on his face. Gabe blinked before he stared, waiting for Alex to say something more. “Would you by chance mind getting off my dick of a guitarist? We kind of need him sometime in the future.”
“Nah,” Gabe replied as he settled back into the nap he had been trying to take on top of Jack. The man hissed beneath him, and it only succeeded in making Gabe laugh as he settled back into his nice, comfy nap on the warm body that was getting cold mud soaked into his skin.
“Okay then. It was a nice try,” Alex said with a shrug as he turned and went back to where he had been working with Hayley and the Beckett, leaving Jack there without a single word to him.
“I hate you too Gaskank!” Jack hollered and Gabe lifted a hand from the man’s chest to cover it over his mouth, silencing him instantly. “Mrrrr!” Gabe let out a loud chuckle, turning more heads and even earning a huff from the currently frustrated Patrick Stump who was ironically stabbing at a tree stump, hissing swear words at it under his breath.
“Hating on yourself over there Stump?” Gabe asked with a chuckle as he lifted his hand from Jack’s mouth for a second, instantly putting it back down as a stream of swear words escaped the man’s lips. “Man, you can’t be quiet at all Barakat. How the hell am I going to fix this?” Jack shrugged, and in that moment, he freed his arm and shoved a punch into Gabe’s side, causing the older man to shift and fall onto his side, allowing Jack to regain the upper hand now.
Jack grinned. “Look who’s back bitch. You’re dead now Saporta.” Gabe grinned up at Jack as he lounged beneath him, and now Jack was hissing. “What the hell’s with the smile Saporta? If you’re trying to play mind games with me, you’re just going to lose in the end. I’m going to beat your face in.” Jack moved to raise his fist up and punch Gabe in the face, but he soon found that he couldn’t because Gabe’s hands had formed iron grips around Jack’s wrists, holding them tightly to keep him from being able to move them. “God damn you let me go!” Jack was thrashing around in Gabe’s grip, and the older man chuckled, instantly using Jack’s fit to roll them back over so that he was on top.
“God, you really never do shut up do you?” he asked as he looked down at Jack who was now letting out a stream of swears under his breath. “I’ll make you shut up.” Before Jack could even formulate the question of ‘What the hell does that mean?’ to Gabe, he found that he couldn’t’ because Gabe’s lips were covering his own in a fiery kiss.
All of Jack’s previous anger at the singer who was now attacking him with kisses had melted away instantly, and he found himself kissing back with a desperate want and need almost. Gabe’s hold on his wrists had released itself and Jack’s newly freed hands were tangling themselves in Gabe’s short hair as he kissed Gabe over and over, quickly enough becoming lost in every aspect of the man on top of him. Gabe’s hands were roaming all over him, and Jack’s mouth was emitting small moans as Gabe touched him in places that he wasn’t often touched in unless it was friendly way, and this…this was anything but friendly.
Gabe’s lips detached from Jack’s and trailed kisses down to the base of his neck where he pulled the supple flesh into his mouth by his teeth and began to suck on it, earning now audible moans from Jack. Gabe’s lips curved into a smile and his hands were slipping lower…lower…lower…
Until…
Jack felt something smack off of his head and he winced, sitting up and pulling away from a now annoyed Gabe because he couldn’t suck on his living, breathing binky any longer. Jack reached down and picked up an acorn sized rock and grumbled as he looked over to find out who had thrown it. “Get a room bitches!” Pete called from the other side of the garden they were working on. Jack looked over to Gabe and his eyebrows rose in silent discussion.
Shared smiles spread across two malicious faces and a mud covered couple stormed over to shove a pissed off Pete into the mud, soaking him with the brown, wet earth. “You two are so fired!” Pete hissed, but Jack and Gabe didn’t care. They shared a high five and a quick, passionate kiss, and everything was okay.
Even if Pete really did plan on killing them in the end.