Chemical Moment (11/?)
Title: Chemical Moment
Author: crashqueen109
Pairing: A bit of Flykarth but mostly Jalex.
Rating: NC17 overall but some chapters will be pretty tame.
Summary: Alex's bad habits have got the best of him, but the last thing he expected was for them to bring him someone new.
Chapter summary: "There was no way it'd be right to kiss Alex right now."
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Boo.
A/N: I don't like the end of this chapter. It's kinda stale I think. Let me know what you all think.
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Alex had no idea how they'd gotten here, but he wasn't at all complaining.
"Fuck, Jack," he whined as the younger boy's leg slipped between his thighs.
Jack smirked. "That's what I plan to do to you," he whispered against Alex's lips before pulling the lower between his teeth and sucking sharply.
Alex rutted his hips up at that, letting a moan escape that made him sound pretty fucking cheap. But again, he wasn't at all complaining.
His head was rushing, spinning, pounding, buzzing, and he had no idea why except that maybe he knew he was gonna get off, that Jack was gonna get him off. And the hot hot heat that was washing over his entire body, covering him in a thin sheen of sweat, his upper lip beaded and his hair starting to plaster against his forehead, made him want it that much more.
He could feel Jack's lips press against his throat, heard himself moaning softly, growing louder.
But then suddenly everything was different, everything was off. He was still hot, his stomach was still in knots, and his head was still spinning. But not for nearly the same reasons.
"Fuck, Jack," he heard himself say again, but this time it was followed by a loud sneeze that made him lurch up to a sitting position, his head screaming its disagreement with the motion.
Jack's hand squeezed his own a little tighter, and Alex was brought back to reality. They were laying there holding hands awkwardly, two near-strangers. Why were they even holding hands? Alex couldn't remember what had brought that on. Had he initiated it or had Jack? How long had they been laying there?
"Do you need any more medicine?" Jack mumbled.
"Yeah... please..."
Jack's hand released its grip then, and the mattress shifted as the tall boy rolled off the bed and trotted off toward the bathroom.
Alex shut his eyes tight. Where the hell had that fantasy come from? Was it just because he was sick? He always thought up weird shit when he was taking Nyquil. And when he was feverish. And when he hadn't had sex in a while.
"Here," Jack said, coming back and sitting back down on the bed. "Dayquil. So you won't get knocked out again."
"Thanks," Alex muttered, taking the pills from Jack and swallowing them dry.
"So are you feeling any better?"
"No... not really. I... no."
"I'm sorry. Being sick sucks."
Alex nodded then. "Yeah. It does."
"Anything I can do to help?"
Really, now, it wasn't fair at all. That question wasn't fair at all, considering the fantasy the older boy had just had. Because, yeah, it'd probably be a great help, a great distraction at least, if that fantasy could become more than that. More than a fantasy. If maybe they could have another go at their makeout session from the night before.
But Alex just shook his head. "I'm just sad. Again."
Jack climbed back into bed and took Alex's hand once more. "You can talk to me about it if you want."
"I just miss Matt. That's all there is to it."
Jack squeezed Alex's hand just barely. "I know you do. It must suck."
"Of course it sucks."
They were silent for a few minutes, neither of them saying anything because there didn't seem to be anything else to say.
Jack rolled over a little then, onto his side, facing Alex. He watched the older boy lay there in silence, wondering what the hell was going on anymore. Why was he here? Why were they holding hands? Why was he filled with the utmost sense of sorrow because he couldn't fix Alex's broken heart? Why did he even want to? Why did he even care?
What's more, why did he have the urge to kiss Alex? They didn't know each other. He shouldn't want to. He shouldn't do it. He bit his lip hard, fighting back the urge, because deep inside, he knew it was wrong. That there was no way it'd be right to kiss Alex right now.
But he found himself leaning forward a little, closer and closer to Alex's mouth.
But then Alex threw his arm over his mouth to muffle a cough, and Jack jerked back, not wanting to be caught in that, not wanting to get sick even though he had probably already fucked himself over with that by coming here in the first place.
They both sighed, and that was the end of that almost-moment. They were both left laying there wondering what the hell was going on, and when they would figure it out.
Author: crashqueen109
Pairing: A bit of Flykarth but mostly Jalex.
Rating: NC17 overall but some chapters will be pretty tame.
Summary: Alex's bad habits have got the best of him, but the last thing he expected was for them to bring him someone new.
Chapter summary: "There was no way it'd be right to kiss Alex right now."
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Boo.
A/N: I don't like the end of this chapter. It's kinda stale I think. Let me know what you all think.
My Tumblr.
Masterpost
Alex had no idea how they'd gotten here, but he wasn't at all complaining.
"Fuck, Jack," he whined as the younger boy's leg slipped between his thighs.
Jack smirked. "That's what I plan to do to you," he whispered against Alex's lips before pulling the lower between his teeth and sucking sharply.
Alex rutted his hips up at that, letting a moan escape that made him sound pretty fucking cheap. But again, he wasn't at all complaining.
His head was rushing, spinning, pounding, buzzing, and he had no idea why except that maybe he knew he was gonna get off, that Jack was gonna get him off. And the hot hot heat that was washing over his entire body, covering him in a thin sheen of sweat, his upper lip beaded and his hair starting to plaster against his forehead, made him want it that much more.
He could feel Jack's lips press against his throat, heard himself moaning softly, growing louder.
But then suddenly everything was different, everything was off. He was still hot, his stomach was still in knots, and his head was still spinning. But not for nearly the same reasons.
"Fuck, Jack," he heard himself say again, but this time it was followed by a loud sneeze that made him lurch up to a sitting position, his head screaming its disagreement with the motion.
Jack's hand squeezed his own a little tighter, and Alex was brought back to reality. They were laying there holding hands awkwardly, two near-strangers. Why were they even holding hands? Alex couldn't remember what had brought that on. Had he initiated it or had Jack? How long had they been laying there?
"Do you need any more medicine?" Jack mumbled.
"Yeah... please..."
Jack's hand released its grip then, and the mattress shifted as the tall boy rolled off the bed and trotted off toward the bathroom.
Alex shut his eyes tight. Where the hell had that fantasy come from? Was it just because he was sick? He always thought up weird shit when he was taking Nyquil. And when he was feverish. And when he hadn't had sex in a while.
"Here," Jack said, coming back and sitting back down on the bed. "Dayquil. So you won't get knocked out again."
"Thanks," Alex muttered, taking the pills from Jack and swallowing them dry.
"So are you feeling any better?"
"No... not really. I... no."
"I'm sorry. Being sick sucks."
Alex nodded then. "Yeah. It does."
"Anything I can do to help?"
Really, now, it wasn't fair at all. That question wasn't fair at all, considering the fantasy the older boy had just had. Because, yeah, it'd probably be a great help, a great distraction at least, if that fantasy could become more than that. More than a fantasy. If maybe they could have another go at their makeout session from the night before.
But Alex just shook his head. "I'm just sad. Again."
Jack climbed back into bed and took Alex's hand once more. "You can talk to me about it if you want."
"I just miss Matt. That's all there is to it."
Jack squeezed Alex's hand just barely. "I know you do. It must suck."
"Of course it sucks."
They were silent for a few minutes, neither of them saying anything because there didn't seem to be anything else to say.
Jack rolled over a little then, onto his side, facing Alex. He watched the older boy lay there in silence, wondering what the hell was going on anymore. Why was he here? Why were they holding hands? Why was he filled with the utmost sense of sorrow because he couldn't fix Alex's broken heart? Why did he even want to? Why did he even care?
What's more, why did he have the urge to kiss Alex? They didn't know each other. He shouldn't want to. He shouldn't do it. He bit his lip hard, fighting back the urge, because deep inside, he knew it was wrong. That there was no way it'd be right to kiss Alex right now.
But he found himself leaning forward a little, closer and closer to Alex's mouth.
But then Alex threw his arm over his mouth to muffle a cough, and Jack jerked back, not wanting to be caught in that, not wanting to get sick even though he had probably already fucked himself over with that by coming here in the first place.
They both sighed, and that was the end of that almost-moment. They were both left laying there wondering what the hell was going on, and when they would figure it out.