If I Were A Boy
Title: If I Were A Boy
Author: Amanda, who goes by the alias apodiopsys
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: pg-13/R
Summary: Alexandra Gaskarth and Jacqueline Barakat, if you don’t get to this bus in two fucking minutes I will permanently leash you to the kitchen to make us sandwiches for the rest of your lives.
Disclaimer: I own them both. They're actually girls who like dressing up as boys and then borrowing Vicky T's clothes so they can pretend to be girls again. Also, I'm possibly on crack. i have no idea.
A/N: Ugh okay so I'm probably going to kill about a million braincells by inflicting this on you. If you haven't figured it out, this is one of those alwaysagirl!Jalex things. idek if anyones written it before but I needed to write something that wasn't porn and this was the baby that came out of that need. I'm sorry.
op, tumblr is here
cum at me br0s, because this is going to make everyone hate me probably. and if you don't hate me you probably will soon. because i'm planning a fic where Alex wakes up as a girl. i think you'd be doing the world a favor if you shot me now.
It’s almost dusk, it’s the middle of summer, and it’s warm out. Alex is laying, nestled in between Jack’s legs, her left hand trailing a piece of grass up and down Jack’s leg.
“That tickles!” the guitarist laughs, reaching forward to grab her girlfriend’s wrist with one hand, making her stop. Alex pouts, tipping her head back to look at her. Jack leans down, giving a spiderman kiss to Alex. Alex laughs and moves around, shuffling between her legs and resting her hands on the outsides of her thighs.
“I love it when you wear skirts, yano.” She says, her fingers tracing aimless patterns on her smooth skin. Jack laughs.
“You’re just jealous of my legs.” She says, and laughs again when Alex squeezes light, the pads of her fingers a little bit rough because of the guitar.
It’s quiet for a while, and times like this are the best. Summer time. Doing nothing, watching Rian and Zack play Frisbee and Matt getting paranoid about where Jack and Alex are and then calling them and yelling down the phone, Alexandra Gaskarth and Jacqueline Barakat, if you don’t get to this bus in two fucking minutes I will permanently leash you to the kitchen to make us sandwiches for the rest of your lives.
They’re always late though, because usually they’re doing things they’re not allowed to do on the bus, thanks to the absolutely-no-sex-on-the-bus-and-no-exceptions-even-if-you’re-hot-lesbians rule that Matt made up.
Well, fuck him, they weren’t gonna let him watch anyway.
“If I was a guy, would you still love me?” Alex asks into the silence, her pupils blown wide since it got dark about ten minutes ago.
“I don’t know, I think I’d miss these,” Jack says, and cups her hands around Alex’s tits, squeezing lightly.
Alex yelps, smacks Jack’s hands playfully and then turns serious quite quickly. “No, really.” She says, and Jack can tell that this is something that’s really bothering her girlfriend, even though it makes no sense because Alex has proved to her on many occasions that she is, in fact, a girl, and that isn’t likely to change overnight.
“Hey,” Jack murmurs, and tips Alex’s face up to look her in the eye. “I’d love you if you had tits, or a dick, or both, even though that’d be a little weird.” She says, smiling her goofy smile. And Alex smiles back, she has to, she can’t not. “And I’d probably love you even if you weren’t really hot or really good in bed, although those two things really do help.”
Jack’s answer was satisfactory apparently, because Alex kisses her, and then pushes her so she lying on her back and Alex straddles the slightly younger girl, her t shirt riding up a bit. She laughs, and then leans down, bumping their noses together and kissing each of her eyelids before she kisses her again.
“And what if you weren’t bisexual. What if you only liked girls and I was a guy.” Alex asks after a few minutes of lazy making out. Jack rolls her eyes, because seriously, what has gotten into her girlfriend?
“See, there are three things wrong with what you just asked. One: I am bisexual so if you were a guy I’d still like you. Two: I. Am. Bisexual. Three: You’re very obviously not a guy,” Jack says, and squeezes Alex’s boobs again, just to prove her point. “So we don’t need to worry, do we?”
Alex twists her mouth to the side, contemplating everything that the dark hair girl just said and then nods. “We’d have a problem if you were a guy though.” Alex points out and then laughs, wrinkling her nose. She had sex with a guy once in her life, swore off of them after that and that was about it.
She isn’t one of those crazy feminist lesbians, although there was that one time when Rian asked her (quite nicely actually) to make him a sandwich. Alex flew off the handle at him, smacked him over the head and then gave him the silent treatment for two days.
Jack reminds them both about it constantly. She finds it hilarious.
“I think you could make an exception to your sexuality if I had a dick.” Jack said smugly, tracing her hands up and down Alex’s back. Alex laughs, squirms a little bit and then nods.
“I might.” She says, and that seems to be that.
They make out for a little while longer, just lazy presses of tongue and teeth, laughing breathlessly when they pull away to breathe.
When they get back to the bus, there are twenty three missed calls from Matt on both of their cellphones, Jack’s skirt is hanging off her hips at an awkward angle and Alex’s shirt is on backwards.
No one looks twice.
Author: Amanda, who goes by the alias apodiopsys
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: pg-13/R
Summary: Alexandra Gaskarth and Jacqueline Barakat, if you don’t get to this bus in two fucking minutes I will permanently leash you to the kitchen to make us sandwiches for the rest of your lives.
Disclaimer: I own them both. They're actually girls who like dressing up as boys and then borrowing Vicky T's clothes so they can pretend to be girls again. Also, I'm possibly on crack. i have no idea.
A/N: Ugh okay so I'm probably going to kill about a million braincells by inflicting this on you. If you haven't figured it out, this is one of those alwaysagirl!Jalex things. idek if anyones written it before but I needed to write something that wasn't porn and this was the baby that came out of that need. I'm sorry.
op, tumblr is here
cum at me br0s, because this is going to make everyone hate me probably. and if you don't hate me you probably will soon. because i'm planning a fic where Alex wakes up as a girl. i think you'd be doing the world a favor if you shot me now.
It’s almost dusk, it’s the middle of summer, and it’s warm out. Alex is laying, nestled in between Jack’s legs, her left hand trailing a piece of grass up and down Jack’s leg.
“That tickles!” the guitarist laughs, reaching forward to grab her girlfriend’s wrist with one hand, making her stop. Alex pouts, tipping her head back to look at her. Jack leans down, giving a spiderman kiss to Alex. Alex laughs and moves around, shuffling between her legs and resting her hands on the outsides of her thighs.
“I love it when you wear skirts, yano.” She says, her fingers tracing aimless patterns on her smooth skin. Jack laughs.
“You’re just jealous of my legs.” She says, and laughs again when Alex squeezes light, the pads of her fingers a little bit rough because of the guitar.
It’s quiet for a while, and times like this are the best. Summer time. Doing nothing, watching Rian and Zack play Frisbee and Matt getting paranoid about where Jack and Alex are and then calling them and yelling down the phone, Alexandra Gaskarth and Jacqueline Barakat, if you don’t get to this bus in two fucking minutes I will permanently leash you to the kitchen to make us sandwiches for the rest of your lives.
They’re always late though, because usually they’re doing things they’re not allowed to do on the bus, thanks to the absolutely-no-sex-on-the-bus-and-no-exceptions-even-if-you’re-hot-lesbians rule that Matt made up.
Well, fuck him, they weren’t gonna let him watch anyway.
“If I was a guy, would you still love me?” Alex asks into the silence, her pupils blown wide since it got dark about ten minutes ago.
“I don’t know, I think I’d miss these,” Jack says, and cups her hands around Alex’s tits, squeezing lightly.
Alex yelps, smacks Jack’s hands playfully and then turns serious quite quickly. “No, really.” She says, and Jack can tell that this is something that’s really bothering her girlfriend, even though it makes no sense because Alex has proved to her on many occasions that she is, in fact, a girl, and that isn’t likely to change overnight.
“Hey,” Jack murmurs, and tips Alex’s face up to look her in the eye. “I’d love you if you had tits, or a dick, or both, even though that’d be a little weird.” She says, smiling her goofy smile. And Alex smiles back, she has to, she can’t not. “And I’d probably love you even if you weren’t really hot or really good in bed, although those two things really do help.”
Jack’s answer was satisfactory apparently, because Alex kisses her, and then pushes her so she lying on her back and Alex straddles the slightly younger girl, her t shirt riding up a bit. She laughs, and then leans down, bumping their noses together and kissing each of her eyelids before she kisses her again.
“And what if you weren’t bisexual. What if you only liked girls and I was a guy.” Alex asks after a few minutes of lazy making out. Jack rolls her eyes, because seriously, what has gotten into her girlfriend?
“See, there are three things wrong with what you just asked. One: I am bisexual so if you were a guy I’d still like you. Two: I. Am. Bisexual. Three: You’re very obviously not a guy,” Jack says, and squeezes Alex’s boobs again, just to prove her point. “So we don’t need to worry, do we?”
Alex twists her mouth to the side, contemplating everything that the dark hair girl just said and then nods. “We’d have a problem if you were a guy though.” Alex points out and then laughs, wrinkling her nose. She had sex with a guy once in her life, swore off of them after that and that was about it.
She isn’t one of those crazy feminist lesbians, although there was that one time when Rian asked her (quite nicely actually) to make him a sandwich. Alex flew off the handle at him, smacked him over the head and then gave him the silent treatment for two days.
Jack reminds them both about it constantly. She finds it hilarious.
“I think you could make an exception to your sexuality if I had a dick.” Jack said smugly, tracing her hands up and down Alex’s back. Alex laughs, squirms a little bit and then nods.
“I might.” She says, and that seems to be that.
They make out for a little while longer, just lazy presses of tongue and teeth, laughing breathlessly when they pull away to breathe.
When they get back to the bus, there are twenty three missed calls from Matt on both of their cellphones, Jack’s skirt is hanging off her hips at an awkward angle and Alex’s shirt is on backwards.
No one looks twice.