Walls
Master Post
Would You Trade That Heart of Gold For a Minute in My Skin?
Chapter 11, Walls
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Just the ride to New York is enough to cure any mental illness that Alex had. Anything that had bothered him, anything that even made him doubt being with Jack is suddenly erased, like a whiteboard. He has a clean slate now, room to put all of his love for Jack.
"Seriously," he starts, "this has been the best few hours of my entire life." He laughs as he sticks his hand out the window, waving it in the wind.
Jack smiles, "I could tell. So, when you asked me to come with you, what did you really want to tell me?"
Alex looks at him, "What are you talking about? I wanted to ask you to New York, obviously. That's why we're in the car on the way to the big apple."
Jack returns the look, "Bullshit," he smiles as he rolls his eyes, "I know you better than that Mr. Gaskarth. Tell me," he pokes Alex's arm playfully. "If you don't talk, I'll have to use desperate measures," he warns, motioning what Alex thinks is a blowjob.
"If that's the desperate measures, then I'll never talk," Alex taunts as he tries to balance his focus between the road and Jack. Jack gives Alex the dirtiest grin as he starts to unzip Alex's jeans.
When they finally get to their hotel after their seemingly fast drive, they both fall on the bed, completely exhausted.
"Really," Jack says as he cards his fingers through Alex's hair, "what were you going to tell me?"
Alex props himself up on the bed, enjoying the soothing feeling of Jack playing with his hair, "If you promise not to freak the fuck out, I'll tell you." He's trying his hardest to break down the walls that he'd built around himself, even though, deep down, he'd hoped that somebody would break them down. That somebody would love him.
Jack's eyes brighten just the slightest bit as he nods, "I swear on Billie Joe Armstrong's penis; and that's no laughing matter."
Alex nods, full well knowing that Jack is completely serious. "I was going - I don't even know. I kind of - was well - going to like - this isn't even legit. I guess I was going to - if you can call it this - break up with you. Only cause I had no idea who the fuck I was turning into. I mean - Fuck! - You should have seen me months ago. I'm some fucking emotional rollercoaster and it's not fucking healthy." Alex sees the look on Jack's face as he tries his hardest to explain this in a somewhat fashionable manner. One that doesn't seem like he's scared that Jack's going to get up and leave right now.
"Don't get me wrong," Alex continues, "I mean - I really really like you. Maybe I even sort of - you know, love you. I've had a lot of time to think and - I really do want to be with you for like, ever. It's not like I'm saying this to keep you here - 'cause I really do love you. Yeah - I - I love you."
Jack's face changes into the softest, sweetest smile Alex has ever seen on him. "I'm glad that you told me," he says as he leans in to kiss Alex.
They don't pull away after they've separated, just laying next to one another, breathing together, being together. He presses the softest kiss to Jack's cheek.
"I love you too," Jack says, locking his fingers in Alex's hair, holding him close. They shift slightly, both laying down next to each other, legs intertwined and arms wrapped around each other.
They lay there happily, just taking the moments as they come and go, not giving a single care in the world. They'll have time for that later. Jack kisses the tip of Alex's nose lovingly, smiling and biting his bottom lip, "No one else will ever mean half as much to me as you do now."
Alex returns the smile, "And I just wanna fall in love with you and no one else."
"But I'm fucking sick and tired," Jack says, scooting closer to Alex though he didn't even know that was physically possible, "of just calling you a friend. So - do you wanna be my boyfriend?"
Alex bursts out into a face splitting grin as he kisses Jack, "Fuck yes I do."
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Alex wakes up the next morning, feeling better than he has in a long time. He's had the craziest, most romantic, best dream ever, possibly why he feels so fucking amazing right now. He rolls over on his side and sees Jack sleeping with a wide smile on his face.
It wasn't a dream.
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Would You Trade That Heart of Gold For a Minute in My Skin?
Chapter 11, Walls
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Just the ride to New York is enough to cure any mental illness that Alex had. Anything that had bothered him, anything that even made him doubt being with Jack is suddenly erased, like a whiteboard. He has a clean slate now, room to put all of his love for Jack.
"Seriously," he starts, "this has been the best few hours of my entire life." He laughs as he sticks his hand out the window, waving it in the wind.
Jack smiles, "I could tell. So, when you asked me to come with you, what did you really want to tell me?"
Alex looks at him, "What are you talking about? I wanted to ask you to New York, obviously. That's why we're in the car on the way to the big apple."
Jack returns the look, "Bullshit," he smiles as he rolls his eyes, "I know you better than that Mr. Gaskarth. Tell me," he pokes Alex's arm playfully. "If you don't talk, I'll have to use desperate measures," he warns, motioning what Alex thinks is a blowjob.
"If that's the desperate measures, then I'll never talk," Alex taunts as he tries to balance his focus between the road and Jack. Jack gives Alex the dirtiest grin as he starts to unzip Alex's jeans.
When they finally get to their hotel after their seemingly fast drive, they both fall on the bed, completely exhausted.
"Really," Jack says as he cards his fingers through Alex's hair, "what were you going to tell me?"
Alex props himself up on the bed, enjoying the soothing feeling of Jack playing with his hair, "If you promise not to freak the fuck out, I'll tell you." He's trying his hardest to break down the walls that he'd built around himself, even though, deep down, he'd hoped that somebody would break them down. That somebody would love him.
Jack's eyes brighten just the slightest bit as he nods, "I swear on Billie Joe Armstrong's penis; and that's no laughing matter."
Alex nods, full well knowing that Jack is completely serious. "I was going - I don't even know. I kind of - was well - going to like - this isn't even legit. I guess I was going to - if you can call it this - break up with you. Only cause I had no idea who the fuck I was turning into. I mean - Fuck! - You should have seen me months ago. I'm some fucking emotional rollercoaster and it's not fucking healthy." Alex sees the look on Jack's face as he tries his hardest to explain this in a somewhat fashionable manner. One that doesn't seem like he's scared that Jack's going to get up and leave right now.
"Don't get me wrong," Alex continues, "I mean - I really really like you. Maybe I even sort of - you know, love you. I've had a lot of time to think and - I really do want to be with you for like, ever. It's not like I'm saying this to keep you here - 'cause I really do love you. Yeah - I - I love you."
Jack's face changes into the softest, sweetest smile Alex has ever seen on him. "I'm glad that you told me," he says as he leans in to kiss Alex.
They don't pull away after they've separated, just laying next to one another, breathing together, being together. He presses the softest kiss to Jack's cheek.
"I love you too," Jack says, locking his fingers in Alex's hair, holding him close. They shift slightly, both laying down next to each other, legs intertwined and arms wrapped around each other.
They lay there happily, just taking the moments as they come and go, not giving a single care in the world. They'll have time for that later. Jack kisses the tip of Alex's nose lovingly, smiling and biting his bottom lip, "No one else will ever mean half as much to me as you do now."
Alex returns the smile, "And I just wanna fall in love with you and no one else."
"But I'm fucking sick and tired," Jack says, scooting closer to Alex though he didn't even know that was physically possible, "of just calling you a friend. So - do you wanna be my boyfriend?"
Alex bursts out into a face splitting grin as he kisses Jack, "Fuck yes I do."
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Alex wakes up the next morning, feeling better than he has in a long time. He's had the craziest, most romantic, best dream ever, possibly why he feels so fucking amazing right now. He rolls over on his side and sees Jack sleeping with a wide smile on his face.
It wasn't a dream.
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