Dear Mr. Gaskarth (28/ ?)
Titled: Dear Mr. Gaskarth (28/ ?)
Author: chasingxrabbits
Pairing: Jalex, Slight Merrikat and Olex (Alex and Oli)
Rating: NC-17
Dedications: My amazing friend Peyton (Pitbull). Shes been my rock through this story.
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys at all, but the plot belongs to sausajizz and myself
Masterpost
The next day was the start of winter break so Jack mostly just sat around the house, eating and doing whatever while his mom was gone. He took a long shower, pulling on some sweatpants and sitting in front of the TV with wet hair when he was done.
He only made it halfway through a SpongeBob episode when there came a knock on the door. Ruffling a hand through his raven hair, he unlatched the lock and opened it, thinking it was odd considering he wasn't expecting anyone.
A pair of chocolate brown eyes lifted to meet Jack's. Alex stood just outside, little flakes of white snow in his caramel hair. He looked completely defeated as he clutched his arms around his chest in an effort to keep warm.
"I just wanted to say that," he started and Jack's eyebrows raised a bit, prompting him to continue. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I got so upset yesterday."
Jack expression remained blank for a second before he glanced around outside, finding that something was different.
"Where's your car?" he asked and Alex just gave a little sigh.
"I walked."
Jack quirked an eyebrow. "You walked all the way here to say sorry?"
Alex nodded after a second, panting a little. His breath looked like smoke on the icy cold air. He smelled like mint.
Jack gave him a skeptical look. "Why?"
The teacher rolled his eyes, popping a little smile on one side. "I'm really not sure, since you won't even let me in."
Jack stepped out of the way, tugging Alex inside before shutting and locking the door again. It was silent for a second as Alex instantly curled up on Jack's couch, pulling the blanket from the wicker basket on the floor, over himself.
"Can I have some coffee?" he asked and Jack teasingly rolled his eyes.
"I guess." He poured them both a mug full in the kitchen before fixing his gingerly.
"What do you like in yours?" he called into the livingroom.
"Just black, please," Alex said, sniffling a bit from the cold.
"That's hardcore," Jack complimented, setting their cups down on the coffee table.
Alex laughed a little, huddling himself up in a pretty close ball at one end of the sofa. Jack sat next to him, leaving about a foot of space.
After about ten minutes of silent sipping and watching TV, Jack set his cup back onto the stand and spoke.
"So, are you going to tell me what was wrong with you yesterday?" he asked and Alex just sighed a little.
"What do you want me to say?"
"I want to know what's bothering you so much," Jack said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Alex hesitantly wandered his eyes to meet Jack's.
"Why does he hit you?" Jack asked bluntly, honestly curious to the whole thing.
Alex's features adopted a rather upset frown. "He loves me."
"He must," Jack said after a second. He wasn't trying to be mean, but it kind of slipped out. Alex's jaw tightened into hard angles. He looked more hurt than angry.
"I'm sorry," Jack corrected instantly. "I just don't think that's the right way to say 'I love you'."
"Well, it's his way, I guess."
Jack wasn't really sure what to say so he just settled for, "Why don't you leave?"
Alex's eyes connected with Jack's again then. "I don't know."
"I think you should," Jack suggested, scooting in a bit and Alex laughed bitterly.
"It's not that easy, Jack," he snapped quietly and the younger just gave him a half smile.
"Just my opinion."
They watched TV a little more before Jack offered Alex a ride home, and Alex thankfully accepted. About ten minutes later, Jack stopped in front of Alex's apartment buildings to let him off.
"Hey, thanks," Alex said, giving him a genuine smile. The boy nodded back at him.
"Welcome, Lex," he answered as the teacher opened the door. "Are you going to be okay?"
Alex looked back at him wide eyed before his expression softened. "Yeah," was all he said before he got out and shut the door behind him.
--
Alex showed up at Jack's door that next Monday of winter break.
"What are you doing here?" the younger asked, opening the door for him.
Alex quirked an eyebrow like it was obvious. "I'm here to toutor," he answered, pushing past Jack gently, into the warm home.
"But it's winter break," Jack laughed dryly. "You're supposed to leave me alone."
"I never got the memo, I guess," Alex said with a half smirk. He set his bag down on the couch as Jack shut the door.
"What if this isn't okay with me?" Jack teased and Alex just shrugged.
"I'm already here."
Jack rolled his eyes as the elder tromped his way into the kitchen, grabbing a soda from the fridge. The back of his shirt pulled up a bit as he bent over to grab the item, revieling another purplish blotch in his skin and Jack's jaw dropped open a little. He walked up behind the teacher, pressing his cool fingers into the spot, causing Alex to yelp and snap up straight.
"Ouch!" he squealed, giving Jack a questioning and accusing look all at the same time. "What was that for?"
"I just touched it," Jack explained apologetically and Alex bit his bottom lip.
"Oh."
Jack reached around the man, pressing his fingers into the same spot and Alex winced again.
"Stop it," he whined, slapping Jack's hand away.
"So, it's fresh," Jack noted quietly, pulling his hand back.
"What?" Alex asked, brows knitting together as he leaned back against the counter with care.
"If it's really that tender, it's gotta be fresh," Jack explained with a cocked eyebrow.
Alex rolled his eyes. "Oh, why do you care?"
Jack scowled at him. "Why wouldn't I? I mean, you may cheat and lie and steal, but I don't think you deserve this," he explained, holding up Alex's own arm, pushing his sleeve back to reveal a hand shaped bruise to him.
Alex huffed and tugged it away. "Look, just don't worry about me. I can handle myself."
"Obviously you can't, because it keeps happening, Alex," Jack challenged. It was quiet for a second while Alex stormed back into the livingroom.
"Does he make you steal?" Jack guessed, following him and picking up his bag from the couch before Alex could snatch it. Jack kept his stare, Alex's eyes opened wide with a look of sheer horror.
Jack opened the sack,looking in and pulling out a wad of cash that looked pretty familiar. Jack had a hunch Alex would be stopping by that day, so the night before, he'd scrounged up all the money in his wallet and piggy bank, rolling it up with a rubberband and setting it on the mantel of the fireplace, just to see. A test that Alex obviously failed. Jack held the money up to Alex's line of sight.
Alex groaned, nibbling on his thumb nail nervously. "I'm sorry."
"You're sorry?" Jack said incrediously, throwing his hands in the air before stuffing the money back into his pocket. "You're sorry. Oh, how sweet! Everything is solved here."
Alex huffed, clenching back the lust to just scream at him, just let everything go and storm off again.
"Why, Alex?" Jack asked, moving so he was right in the man's face. "Why, even after I threatened to turn you in, do you still steal from me? You'd go away for life with what you've been doing."
Alex gulped back the nervous spit in his throat. He didn't really trust his voice, but he tried anyway.
"I like it," he answered, voice rough and raspy as he spoke.
Jack tried to analize him, tried to see if he was telling the truth. He was, Jack decided.
"Does he make you do this?" Jack pushed, so close to Alex that he could feel his nervous breath. Alex just nodded a little, tiny movements.
"You don't have to, Alex. You don't have to do this," Jack promised, but Alex just looked away from him, shutting his eyes after a second. Jack reached up for his chin, taking it gently between his first finger and thumb. Alex jumped a little at the touch, shivering a bit when he opened his eyes and saw Jack so close.
He wasn't sure what he was doing; he had no idea, but he did it anyway. He leaned in and caught the side of Alex's mouth with his lips, pulling back after a second to see Alex wide eyed.
"No, Jack," he said, shaking his head with a jagged breath. He was scared, nearly breathless by the student. "You shouldn't get caught up with me."
Jack knew he was right, who could deny that, but that didn't stop him from saying, "We're in too deep for that, I think."
"No. No, we're not," Alex denied. "You should get out of this now. Before you get hurt.
He leaned in, giving Jack a un-returned embrace quickly before grabbing his bag and leaving.
Author: chasingxrabbits
Pairing: Jalex, Slight Merrikat and Olex (Alex and Oli)
Rating: NC-17
Dedications: My amazing friend Peyton (Pitbull). Shes been my rock through this story.
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys at all, but the plot belongs to sausajizz and myself
Masterpost
The next day was the start of winter break so Jack mostly just sat around the house, eating and doing whatever while his mom was gone. He took a long shower, pulling on some sweatpants and sitting in front of the TV with wet hair when he was done.
He only made it halfway through a SpongeBob episode when there came a knock on the door. Ruffling a hand through his raven hair, he unlatched the lock and opened it, thinking it was odd considering he wasn't expecting anyone.
A pair of chocolate brown eyes lifted to meet Jack's. Alex stood just outside, little flakes of white snow in his caramel hair. He looked completely defeated as he clutched his arms around his chest in an effort to keep warm.
"I just wanted to say that," he started and Jack's eyebrows raised a bit, prompting him to continue. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I got so upset yesterday."
Jack expression remained blank for a second before he glanced around outside, finding that something was different.
"Where's your car?" he asked and Alex just gave a little sigh.
"I walked."
Jack quirked an eyebrow. "You walked all the way here to say sorry?"
Alex nodded after a second, panting a little. His breath looked like smoke on the icy cold air. He smelled like mint.
Jack gave him a skeptical look. "Why?"
The teacher rolled his eyes, popping a little smile on one side. "I'm really not sure, since you won't even let me in."
Jack stepped out of the way, tugging Alex inside before shutting and locking the door again. It was silent for a second as Alex instantly curled up on Jack's couch, pulling the blanket from the wicker basket on the floor, over himself.
"Can I have some coffee?" he asked and Jack teasingly rolled his eyes.
"I guess." He poured them both a mug full in the kitchen before fixing his gingerly.
"What do you like in yours?" he called into the livingroom.
"Just black, please," Alex said, sniffling a bit from the cold.
"That's hardcore," Jack complimented, setting their cups down on the coffee table.
Alex laughed a little, huddling himself up in a pretty close ball at one end of the sofa. Jack sat next to him, leaving about a foot of space.
After about ten minutes of silent sipping and watching TV, Jack set his cup back onto the stand and spoke.
"So, are you going to tell me what was wrong with you yesterday?" he asked and Alex just sighed a little.
"What do you want me to say?"
"I want to know what's bothering you so much," Jack said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Alex hesitantly wandered his eyes to meet Jack's.
"Why does he hit you?" Jack asked bluntly, honestly curious to the whole thing.
Alex's features adopted a rather upset frown. "He loves me."
"He must," Jack said after a second. He wasn't trying to be mean, but it kind of slipped out. Alex's jaw tightened into hard angles. He looked more hurt than angry.
"I'm sorry," Jack corrected instantly. "I just don't think that's the right way to say 'I love you'."
"Well, it's his way, I guess."
Jack wasn't really sure what to say so he just settled for, "Why don't you leave?"
Alex's eyes connected with Jack's again then. "I don't know."
"I think you should," Jack suggested, scooting in a bit and Alex laughed bitterly.
"It's not that easy, Jack," he snapped quietly and the younger just gave him a half smile.
"Just my opinion."
They watched TV a little more before Jack offered Alex a ride home, and Alex thankfully accepted. About ten minutes later, Jack stopped in front of Alex's apartment buildings to let him off.
"Hey, thanks," Alex said, giving him a genuine smile. The boy nodded back at him.
"Welcome, Lex," he answered as the teacher opened the door. "Are you going to be okay?"
Alex looked back at him wide eyed before his expression softened. "Yeah," was all he said before he got out and shut the door behind him.
--
Alex showed up at Jack's door that next Monday of winter break.
"What are you doing here?" the younger asked, opening the door for him.
Alex quirked an eyebrow like it was obvious. "I'm here to toutor," he answered, pushing past Jack gently, into the warm home.
"But it's winter break," Jack laughed dryly. "You're supposed to leave me alone."
"I never got the memo, I guess," Alex said with a half smirk. He set his bag down on the couch as Jack shut the door.
"What if this isn't okay with me?" Jack teased and Alex just shrugged.
"I'm already here."
Jack rolled his eyes as the elder tromped his way into the kitchen, grabbing a soda from the fridge. The back of his shirt pulled up a bit as he bent over to grab the item, revieling another purplish blotch in his skin and Jack's jaw dropped open a little. He walked up behind the teacher, pressing his cool fingers into the spot, causing Alex to yelp and snap up straight.
"Ouch!" he squealed, giving Jack a questioning and accusing look all at the same time. "What was that for?"
"I just touched it," Jack explained apologetically and Alex bit his bottom lip.
"Oh."
Jack reached around the man, pressing his fingers into the same spot and Alex winced again.
"Stop it," he whined, slapping Jack's hand away.
"So, it's fresh," Jack noted quietly, pulling his hand back.
"What?" Alex asked, brows knitting together as he leaned back against the counter with care.
"If it's really that tender, it's gotta be fresh," Jack explained with a cocked eyebrow.
Alex rolled his eyes. "Oh, why do you care?"
Jack scowled at him. "Why wouldn't I? I mean, you may cheat and lie and steal, but I don't think you deserve this," he explained, holding up Alex's own arm, pushing his sleeve back to reveal a hand shaped bruise to him.
Alex huffed and tugged it away. "Look, just don't worry about me. I can handle myself."
"Obviously you can't, because it keeps happening, Alex," Jack challenged. It was quiet for a second while Alex stormed back into the livingroom.
"Does he make you steal?" Jack guessed, following him and picking up his bag from the couch before Alex could snatch it. Jack kept his stare, Alex's eyes opened wide with a look of sheer horror.
Jack opened the sack,looking in and pulling out a wad of cash that looked pretty familiar. Jack had a hunch Alex would be stopping by that day, so the night before, he'd scrounged up all the money in his wallet and piggy bank, rolling it up with a rubberband and setting it on the mantel of the fireplace, just to see. A test that Alex obviously failed. Jack held the money up to Alex's line of sight.
Alex groaned, nibbling on his thumb nail nervously. "I'm sorry."
"You're sorry?" Jack said incrediously, throwing his hands in the air before stuffing the money back into his pocket. "You're sorry. Oh, how sweet! Everything is solved here."
Alex huffed, clenching back the lust to just scream at him, just let everything go and storm off again.
"Why, Alex?" Jack asked, moving so he was right in the man's face. "Why, even after I threatened to turn you in, do you still steal from me? You'd go away for life with what you've been doing."
Alex gulped back the nervous spit in his throat. He didn't really trust his voice, but he tried anyway.
"I like it," he answered, voice rough and raspy as he spoke.
Jack tried to analize him, tried to see if he was telling the truth. He was, Jack decided.
"Does he make you do this?" Jack pushed, so close to Alex that he could feel his nervous breath. Alex just nodded a little, tiny movements.
"You don't have to, Alex. You don't have to do this," Jack promised, but Alex just looked away from him, shutting his eyes after a second. Jack reached up for his chin, taking it gently between his first finger and thumb. Alex jumped a little at the touch, shivering a bit when he opened his eyes and saw Jack so close.
He wasn't sure what he was doing; he had no idea, but he did it anyway. He leaned in and caught the side of Alex's mouth with his lips, pulling back after a second to see Alex wide eyed.
"No, Jack," he said, shaking his head with a jagged breath. He was scared, nearly breathless by the student. "You shouldn't get caught up with me."
Jack knew he was right, who could deny that, but that didn't stop him from saying, "We're in too deep for that, I think."
"No. No, we're not," Alex denied. "You should get out of this now. Before you get hurt.
He leaned in, giving Jack a un-returned embrace quickly before grabbing his bag and leaving.