Dear Mr. Gaskarth (39/46)
Titled: Dear Mr. Gaskarth (39/46)
Author: chasingxrabbits
Pairing: Jalex, Slight Merrikat and Olex (Alex and Oli)
Rating: NC-17
Dedications: Everyone who has commented on this. Thank you. Sincerely thank you. <3
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys at all, but the plot belongs to sausajizz and myself
Beta: paigerhiann, the lovely darling
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Masterpost
Alex woke up in the morning to Jack, perched across the end of his bed, smiling wide.
"Good morning," he greeted and Alex sat up suddenly, remembering where he was. The room was cool, so cool that he didn't want to get out of the soothing warmth of the heavy blankets.
"Jack," was all he said, a little surprised to see him at all.
"It's time to get up and stuff," the boy informed.
"For what?" Alex asked, glancing up at the back and white plain wall clock. "It's -" yawn "Six AM."
"School, silly," Joyce called from her own bedroom where she was making up her bed, obviously having heard their conversation.
"But I don't have to be up for school," Alex complained, teasingly. "I'm a teacher."
Jack quirked a brow at that, and Alex realized how stupid it was - what he had said.
"That didn't make any sense," Jack chuckled. "But you have to go and get your stuff before or after school. You know, at least your toothbrush."
Alex laughed back a little. "Yeah, yeah," he drawled. "But can't I sleep for just another hour?"
"No, Mrs. Cook is making breakfast." Jack hopped off the bed then, and Alex would be lying if he said he didn't sneak a little peek at the boy's ass he walked away.
"Wait," Alex called, running out after him. "Who's Mrs. Cook?"
"I'm Mrs. Cook," a woman answered, popping out of the kitchen, dish towel in her hands. Her face lit up bright as she went back to her work.
"She's our maid," Jack informed, coming up behind the older man and setting a hand on his shoulder. Alex looked at him like he was crazy for a second before nodding his head.
"Yeah, I forgot you guys were well off."
Just before Alex could fully finish what he was saying, Jack turned around, sticking a tongue out like a child.
Alex just laughed a little.
--
"C'mon, would you hurry up?" Jack ushered hastily, stuffing his hands into his pockets. They were currently standing in the hall of Alex's apartment building, and Jack was trying to look like he belonged there while Alex worked on packing up his things.
"I'm trying, just don't come in here."
"Why not? Just tell me," Jack whined. "This would go twice as fast."
"Because, I don't want him to think I have anything to do with you, and there's cameras in here," Alex called, packing in the last of his shoes and moving on to grabbing clothes. He walked out into the hall, giving the box to Jack.
"Put these in the car for me," Alex asked with what he hoped looked like a cute smile. Jack nodded, taking the box from Alex's hands.
Jack glanced at his watch as he opened the doors to the car, sighing when he saw it was nearly six. The school day had gone somewhat normally for how odd everything had been the past few days, and seconds later, Alex was coming out after him, a mound of clothes in his arms.
"Try to lay these out, okay?" he said, handing the pile to Jack. "I don't want them wrinkled. I just have one more box."
Jack sighed a breath of relief and setting the clothes where Alex suggested. "I'll help."
"Yeah, you will," Alex teased, reaching a hand out and smacking Jack on the ass.
Jack slowly turned then, a challenging look on his features.
"Oops," Alex said in a mocking tone. "Hand slipped."
Jack rolled his eyes, huffed a laugh, and went to retrieve another box.
When they got home, Mrs. Barakat was waiting with piping hot cups of hot chocolate for them, and they took a little break to drink it before finishing up and taking all of Alex's stuff in.
When they finished, they celebrated by putting in HomeAlone - it had been the third time that week that Jack had watched it - and they got comfortable on the couch.
"Guys," Joyce called, picking up her purse. "I have to go get groceries in Baltimore."
They just stared up at her for a second. "Are you coming?" she asked after a second.
The boys shared a look, Jack nodding at her and standing to get his coat. Alex grimaced a little, keeping his place on the couch.
"Maybe I shouldn't."
Jack looked back at him questioningly. "Why?" he asked, rather childishly.
"What if I'm seen?" Alex answered, like it was the most obvious thing ever. "I can't get caught."
"Alex," Jack groaned with a large grin. "It's in Baltimore. Nobody you know is going to be there, and if they are, there's a very small chance you'll see them. Do you know how many people live there?"
Alex rolled his eyes with a warm smile, standing and grabbing his coat, ignoring the triumphant look Jack had.
--
"Do you think we need peanut butter?" Jack asked the teacher, grabbing the tub of Skippy and holding it up for him to investigate.
Alex laughed and rolled his eyes. "I have no idea, I haven't rummaged through your cupboards yet."
"Mom," Jack called over the barrier of the isle, knowing she could hear him. "Do we need peanut butter?"
"I think we do," she called over the top of the isle back to him. Jack nodded, dropping the item in his basket.
"What do you like?" Jack asked, and it took Alex a second to realize that he was the one Jack was directing the question to.
"Oh, erm," he stumbled. "I'm okay with anything really."
Jack scowled at him. "Well, you'll be staying with us for at least a little while. You should get some food that you want," he suggested, moving on down the aisle a ways.
"Well," Alex said sheepishly, tugging on Jack's long-sleeved shirt. "I don't really think that I should be here with you all that long."
That stopped Jack, and he turned to the man, taking one of his hands.
"He's going to know where I am," Alex informed, rubbing his thumb on Jack's palm, looking down at it with care.
"Well, until we have evidence of that, can't you just be happy with me?" Jack tried, looking a little hurt that Alex would even suggest that he was leaving.
Alex paused for a second, seeming to think about it. “I am happy with you-”
“Boys,” Joyce said, unnoticed to Jack, standing right behind them. They were awfully close to each other, almost chest to chest, and she gave them a suggestive smile. “C’mon."
Alex blushed a little, letting go of Jack’s hand and tromping along behind her. Jack followed with a grin.
“I’m starving,” she said once they were in the car, Jack in the front seat with her, and Alex strapped in next to the groceries in the back. “And I really don’t want to cook, do you boys want to grab dinner out?”
Jack nodded excitedly. “Yeah,” he exclaimed. “We should get pizza.”
He looked back to get Alex’s opinion.
“Pizza it is,” Joyce said when she saw Alex nod from the back seat.
--
“So how was school?” Joyce asked once they were seated at pizza hut.
“Fine,” both boys said, simultaneously, both heads snapping up and their eyes meeting when they realized that had interrupted each other.
Alex offered Jack a sheepish half smile, and then one to Joyce who was sitting next to her son, across from the teacher.
“It was good,” Jack continued, giving Alex a - much more cocky - smile, dark eyes lighting up a little. “Except Alex is a shit teacher.”
Alex pouted at that, crossing his arms over his chest, poking his tongue out. “It’s not me, Jack, it’s you.”
“It is not,” Jack complained with a grin that brought one out in Alex.
“Well, it must not be either of you, your grades in English are amazing, Jack,” Mrs. Barakat said, and Jack and Alex shared a subtle look, both knowing that his grades weren’t evidence of studying.
“Yeah, good point,” Jack said casually. “Maybe Alex is a great teacher after all.”
“I sure am,” Alex confirmed smugly, giving Jack a toothy grin as their pizza arrived to the table.
“Alright, one taco pizza, and a large pepperoni, stuffed crust,” the waitress said, setting down the pans in the middle of the table, and then setting down a plate in front of each of them. They thanked her before Jack dove in, taking a slice of each.
“Hm, taco,” Alex noted, taking a slice of it and nibbling a little on the crust. “Mm.”
“Yeah, mm,” Jack agreed, taking another bite. “This is really good.”
“Oh, and don’t forget, Jack,” Joyce said. “We’re going out to dinner with your sister and brother next week.”
Jack looked over at her then, scowling a bit. “What’ll we do with Alex?”
Joyce rolled her eyes. “Well, it’s not like we can just board him up with Delilah. He’s coming with, dummy.”
Alex perked up at that.
“Oh,” Jack answered, looking down at his pizza. “That should be sufficiently awkward.”
Joyce laughed a little. “Well, it’s not like we go ‘Hey, May and Joe, this is Jack’s English teacher that he’s smitten with’.”
Jack choked a little at that, Alex blushing and laughing as she continued.
“We’re not going to run around telling everyone that he’s your teacher, and those that know that don’t know he’s staying with us. Got it?” she finished, and Alex nodded.
“Now, hold on!” Jack argued. “I am not smitten.”
Joyce rolled her eyes, Alex cracking up again, trying not to make a scene in Pizza Hut.
“Oh, Jack, don’t lie,” Joyce reasoned. “I’ve never seen you act like this around anyone else. You’re just not a touchy-lovey person.”
Jack cringed at that. “But-”
“Don’t argue with me, I’m not stupid,” his mother laughed. Jack figured he should just shut up and not dig himself into a deeper hole.