Jasey Rae
Summary: Number 30 in table.
Disclaimer: Yea, I own; Our president's chinese too.
Author Notes: His name is pronounced Jace; Alex calls him Jaycee. [This] is Jayce, btw.
“I love these,” Alex notes, tugging at Jayce’s thin vest. He liked many things about Jayce; his style, his hair, deep eyes, and way too tight pants, but he really did like the vests. Alex sort of wishes he had the skinny body to pull them off.
“I love you,” Jayce notes, nuzzling his face into Alex’s neck, his scruff tickling the sensitive skin. Alex’s
“I- Jayce, I don’t-“ Alex stopped when the brown-eyed boy pulled away.
He raised his eyebrows, waiting for Alex to say it back.
Alex couldn’t. He wasn’t the guy that fell in love. He was the guy that had boyfriend after girlfriend, over and over. He couldn’t stay tied down and everyone knew it. Jayce knew it.
Alex turns his gaze down. He can’t face Jayce right now.
“Damn it,” Jayce mumbles, grabbing his jacket & stomping out of the room, out of the apartment. He’s probably gone forever, Alex thinks.
It’s raining as Alex buries himself into the couch. All he can see is every boyfriend or girlfriend before Jayce. They’re filling up the room; all staring him down. Waiting; waiting for him to do something.
And he’s glad to play the part. Alex is happy to do whatever it is that will make everything better, but he doesn’t know what that is. He doesn’t know what to do, so he grabs a pen.
Alex always writes when he doesn’t know what to do. Sometimes he thinks it’s the only thing he knows how to do. That’s not true, but sometimes he thinks it.
The lights are off, but Alex pulls the legal pad towards him anyway, and writes.
-!-
“Jayce?” Alex had made himself call. He had to. He wrote the song, stayed up all night doing so. Now, Jayce has to hear it.
“What, Alex?” Jayce sounds tired. Alex wonders where he slept last night.
“I- I wrote a song.” Alex always played his songs for Jayce.
He heard Jayce sigh heavily, “Go ahead, then.”
Alex gulps, nods to himself, and switches on the speaker phone, setting it down as he grabs his guitar.
"Lights out; I still hear the rain. These images that fill my head now keep my fingers from making mistakes. Tell my voice what it takes to speak up, speak up and keep my conscience clean when I wake," Alex pauses to take a quick breath.
"Don't make this easy; I want to mean it, Jaycee. Don't waste your time on me-" Alex stopped. He would of bet Jayce had already hung up the phone.
"K- Keep going," Jayce said hesitantly. Alex sighed in relief and started up again a moment later.
"I've never told a lie, and that makes me a liar. I've never made a bet, but I gamble with desire. I never lit a match with intent to start a fire, but recently the flames are getting out of control . . . Call me a name, kill me with words, forget about me; it's what I deserve. You were my chance to leave this town, but I ditched the words and left you to wait outside. I hope the air will serve to remind that my heart is as cold as the clouds of your breath and my words are as timed as the beating in my- in my chest. . ." Alex dropped the guitar before the fade ended to scramble up the phone, “So, I know it’s bad and it’s not even finished or edited, but it’s all I’ve got an . . .” Alex didn’t hear anything on the other line, “Jayce?”
“Alex?” he whispered back, voice hoarse and tired..
“I’m so sorry. I wanted to say it, but you kn- I just couldn’t an-“
“Alex.”
“Yea?”
“It’s alright,” he assured.
Alex wasn’t sure what to say. “It is?”
“I know. I shouldn’t of left. I shouldn’t have even said it at all.”
“I- Uh, I’m glad you said it,” Alex admitted, scratching the back of his neck.
“Oh- Um, okay.”
“Jayce, I promise you I’m going to say it. One day, I’ll be able to and I will.” He could hear Jayce moving, walking maybe.
“That’s not just an empty promise?”
“Jayce, I think it’s the first not empty promise I’ve made in a while,” Alex sighed truthfully.
“Good; open your door.”
“Wh- What?” Alex asked, walking to the front door despite his confusion. He unlocked it and turned the knob, flipping his phone shut & tossing it back to the couch. “I’m sorry,” he admitted as Jayce rushed in and flung his skinny arms around Alex’s neck. Jayce shook his head against Alex’s neck and Alex smiled at the familiar feeling of his scruff.
Disclaimer: Yea, I own; Our president's chinese too.
Author Notes: His name is pronounced Jace; Alex calls him Jaycee. [This] is Jayce, btw.
“I love these,” Alex notes, tugging at Jayce’s thin vest. He liked many things about Jayce; his style, his hair, deep eyes, and way too tight pants, but he really did like the vests. Alex sort of wishes he had the skinny body to pull them off.
“I love you,” Jayce notes, nuzzling his face into Alex’s neck, his scruff tickling the sensitive skin. Alex’s
“I- Jayce, I don’t-“ Alex stopped when the brown-eyed boy pulled away.
He raised his eyebrows, waiting for Alex to say it back.
Alex couldn’t. He wasn’t the guy that fell in love. He was the guy that had boyfriend after girlfriend, over and over. He couldn’t stay tied down and everyone knew it. Jayce knew it.
Alex turns his gaze down. He can’t face Jayce right now.
“Damn it,” Jayce mumbles, grabbing his jacket & stomping out of the room, out of the apartment. He’s probably gone forever, Alex thinks.
It’s raining as Alex buries himself into the couch. All he can see is every boyfriend or girlfriend before Jayce. They’re filling up the room; all staring him down. Waiting; waiting for him to do something.
And he’s glad to play the part. Alex is happy to do whatever it is that will make everything better, but he doesn’t know what that is. He doesn’t know what to do, so he grabs a pen.
Alex always writes when he doesn’t know what to do. Sometimes he thinks it’s the only thing he knows how to do. That’s not true, but sometimes he thinks it.
The lights are off, but Alex pulls the legal pad towards him anyway, and writes.
-!-
“Jayce?” Alex had made himself call. He had to. He wrote the song, stayed up all night doing so. Now, Jayce has to hear it.
“What, Alex?” Jayce sounds tired. Alex wonders where he slept last night.
“I- I wrote a song.” Alex always played his songs for Jayce.
He heard Jayce sigh heavily, “Go ahead, then.”
Alex gulps, nods to himself, and switches on the speaker phone, setting it down as he grabs his guitar.
"Lights out; I still hear the rain. These images that fill my head now keep my fingers from making mistakes. Tell my voice what it takes to speak up, speak up and keep my conscience clean when I wake," Alex pauses to take a quick breath.
"Don't make this easy; I want to mean it, Jaycee. Don't waste your time on me-" Alex stopped. He would of bet Jayce had already hung up the phone.
"K- Keep going," Jayce said hesitantly. Alex sighed in relief and started up again a moment later.
"I've never told a lie, and that makes me a liar. I've never made a bet, but I gamble with desire. I never lit a match with intent to start a fire, but recently the flames are getting out of control . . . Call me a name, kill me with words, forget about me; it's what I deserve. You were my chance to leave this town, but I ditched the words and left you to wait outside. I hope the air will serve to remind that my heart is as cold as the clouds of your breath and my words are as timed as the beating in my- in my chest. . ." Alex dropped the guitar before the fade ended to scramble up the phone, “So, I know it’s bad and it’s not even finished or edited, but it’s all I’ve got an . . .” Alex didn’t hear anything on the other line, “Jayce?”
“Alex?” he whispered back, voice hoarse and tired..
“I’m so sorry. I wanted to say it, but you kn- I just couldn’t an-“
“Alex.”
“Yea?”
“It’s alright,” he assured.
Alex wasn’t sure what to say. “It is?”
“I know. I shouldn’t of left. I shouldn’t have even said it at all.”
“I- Uh, I’m glad you said it,” Alex admitted, scratching the back of his neck.
“Oh- Um, okay.”
“Jayce, I promise you I’m going to say it. One day, I’ll be able to and I will.” He could hear Jayce moving, walking maybe.
“That’s not just an empty promise?”
“Jayce, I think it’s the first not empty promise I’ve made in a while,” Alex sighed truthfully.
“Good; open your door.”
“Wh- What?” Alex asked, walking to the front door despite his confusion. He unlocked it and turned the knob, flipping his phone shut & tossing it back to the couch. “I’m sorry,” he admitted as Jayce rushed in and flung his skinny arms around Alex’s neck. Jayce shook his head against Alex’s neck and Alex smiled at the familiar feeling of his scruff.