This is a Sticky Situation [So Keep Your Chest in the Game], [Prologue/?]
This is a Sticky Situation [So Keep Your Chest in the Game], Prologue~
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The amount of force that Alex has to use to keep his lips sealed is enough to break the skin. Blood is trickling down his chin, just in a small line and sliding into the fold of his neck. As it hits his throat, it turns, rolling to the left and staining the bed sheet. He will have to explain this in the morning.
This is not the first time that the band has found blood in Alex's bunk. They've check all over his body for cuts, burns, anything that says he's harming himself at all. All they can find is a (becoming permanent) scar underneath his bottom lip. None of them can figure out why.
It is two in the morning. Alex is trapped in his bunk, hot and sweaty. The air conditioning is on full blast in his ear, but it's not enough to cool him down.
He plays innocent in the morning, like he does every morning.
He convinces himself that it's completely normal, even if this isn't his traditional method. He convinces himself that he's okay and that nobody will find out. He convinces himself that he won't get caught.
He avoids Jack in the morning like he does every morning. He claims it's because Jack is just too Jack for him to deal with right when he wakes up.
He holds his breath until he hears the Jack's familiar snore beneath the bunk. It comes out in a whoosh, much louder than he'd ever planned for. Again his breath is held until he hears the snore. He lets the breath out of his nose, slowly, pretending that he's doing yoga.
He eats his breakfast in silence.
He slowly lets his fingers guide his movements, sucking his bottom lip in again and reopening the wound. The blood squeezes out, taking the familiar path to the bed below him. He's going to hell. His hand continues, his jaw clenching harder as he feels himself losing his sense of definition. Suddenly it doesn't seem as wrong as it had before. The lines blur together and his jaw loosens.
He's awakened from his daze by the yanking back of a curtain, Jack's thoroughly disgusted face, Alex's hand wrapped firmly around his dick, and Jack's name falling from his lips.
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A/N: So I was reading this fic where character A is jerking off and accidently(!) moans out character B's name. Character B did not think this was as weird as they probably should have, and proceeded to have sex with character A in the morning. This is not how life works. Thus this was inspired.
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The amount of force that Alex has to use to keep his lips sealed is enough to break the skin. Blood is trickling down his chin, just in a small line and sliding into the fold of his neck. As it hits his throat, it turns, rolling to the left and staining the bed sheet. He will have to explain this in the morning.
This is not the first time that the band has found blood in Alex's bunk. They've check all over his body for cuts, burns, anything that says he's harming himself at all. All they can find is a (becoming permanent) scar underneath his bottom lip. None of them can figure out why.
It is two in the morning. Alex is trapped in his bunk, hot and sweaty. The air conditioning is on full blast in his ear, but it's not enough to cool him down.
He plays innocent in the morning, like he does every morning.
He convinces himself that it's completely normal, even if this isn't his traditional method. He convinces himself that he's okay and that nobody will find out. He convinces himself that he won't get caught.
He avoids Jack in the morning like he does every morning. He claims it's because Jack is just too Jack for him to deal with right when he wakes up.
He holds his breath until he hears the Jack's familiar snore beneath the bunk. It comes out in a whoosh, much louder than he'd ever planned for. Again his breath is held until he hears the snore. He lets the breath out of his nose, slowly, pretending that he's doing yoga.
He eats his breakfast in silence.
He slowly lets his fingers guide his movements, sucking his bottom lip in again and reopening the wound. The blood squeezes out, taking the familiar path to the bed below him. He's going to hell. His hand continues, his jaw clenching harder as he feels himself losing his sense of definition. Suddenly it doesn't seem as wrong as it had before. The lines blur together and his jaw loosens.
He's awakened from his daze by the yanking back of a curtain, Jack's thoroughly disgusted face, Alex's hand wrapped firmly around his dick, and Jack's name falling from his lips.
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Next Chapter
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A/N: So I was reading this fic where character A is jerking off and accidently(!) moans out character B's name. Character B did not think this was as weird as they probably should have, and proceeded to have sex with character A in the morning. This is not how life works. Thus this was inspired.