I'm Wasted, You Can Taste It - chapter 3 [part 2]
Title: I’m Wasted, You Can Taste It - chapter 3 part 2
Author: lovethekirken AKA Alaska or Ale
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Summary: Jack, the school slut, will do anything to meet his favourite band, Blink 182, consisting of Travis Barker, Mark Hoppus, Tom Delonge, and Alex Gaskarth. He’d rebel his way into jail, whore his way out, even risk his whole life for them. All in hopes that once he does meet them, Alex will love him the way he loves Alex. But does Jack really know what love is? And if he doesn’t, will he stay to let Alex teach him what it is, or run from this person like he’s used to doing?
P.O.V.: Jack
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone in the story only the plot
A/N: at the bottom
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Holy shit, I thought to myself. THE Alexander William Gaskarth was standing right infront of me. This was a moment I could never ever in my whole entire life forget. AND HE JUST SAID ‘HEY’ TO ME. And that is where I am brought right this second.
In the corner of a venue, gaping at the most attractive man I have ever laid eyes on. (Tied with Ryan Gosling, of course.) My eyes were 10 times their normal size, my mouth was probably dangling down to my belly button, and full of drool. I probably looked like such an idiot right now, but who would really give a shit since Alex Gaskarth was stood right infront of me?! Holy fuck. I did. I FUCKING DID. I DID NOT WANT TO LOOK LIKE AN IDIOT, THAT WOULD BE AN AWFUL FIRST IMPRESSION.
I snap out of my little daydream trance thing, regulating my eye size, swallowing the built up saliva, and looking him straight in the eye. I put on a tiny, lopsided smile and talk.
“so. You’re the Alex from omegle?”
“yea,” he replies. “you must be Jack then.” And he winks.
I'm fucking nervous. What am I supposed to do? Ive never been this nervous around anyone or anything. I'm cocky Jack Bassam Barakat. Why is this gorgeous guy making my palms sweat, my hair mat down, and my mouth go dry? This isn’t fair. Ive fucked guys that were hot like the Sahara desert, why can’t I talk to this one? Just because he’s the front man of my all time favourite band, looks immensely gorgeous under the dim lights and even better under bright ones, doesn’t mean I have to look at him like he’s a puppy. A fucking adorable one that wants it up the ass.
“erm, are you okay?” he asks? “you look kind of pale..like you’re about to faint or something”
Damn, ok. “SNAP OUT OF IT, JACK. YOU’RE ABOUT HALF AS ATTRACTIVE AS THIS MAN IS, YOU’VE GONE THROUGH ENOUGH SHIT. SUCK IT UP AND ACT NATURAL. Or you’ll regret it” my brain says.
“oh! Yeah! Sorry..it’s just a bit stuffy in here. I kind of forgot the taste of a concert, no one decent has come to Baltimore for about two months,” I lie. But you know, it sounds so natural. It’s so easy to lie when you’ve been through as much as I’ve been through. If your teacher asks you what your mom or dad does for a living in front of your entire second grade class and you don’t even know who your parents are, you’re gonna make up a little white lie.
As my mind was starting to cloud up again with the not very pleasant memories of my childhood, I realize that Alex was talking to me. I blush and look up as I hear him call my name again in a worried voice.
“I'm sorry, what? The music is pretty loud so I can barely hear you!”
“oh, maybe I should speak a little louder then,” he says as he shuffles a couple steps forward and turns around so that he’s leaning against the same wall as I am, his bare arm brushing my bare arm. He leans over and speaks into my ear, warm breath lingering against the shell of my ear, “its loud here. Want to come backstage with me for a little while?”
I gasp at the feeling of his breath against my skin and nod violently, excited for what could happen. But I hear my own brain screaming; don’t get your fucking hopes up, Barakat. You’re good for a casual fuck and that’s it. Don’t get too into it. It’ll ruin your feelings towards the music. Gee, thanks brain.
That’s when he grabs my hand. He slides his fingers into mine. I cant help but think of how perfect they fit together. I quickly push that thought from my mind.
We thread our way through the people standing off to the sides, watching the first opening act towards the door beside the stage that will lead us backstage. He leads me to the very back of the building then out the door and a few steps towards his tour bus, where he pulls me onto. As we step onto the bus, he’s still holding my hand which is nice, and leads me into their little ‘kitchen’ area.
He lets go and motions for me to take a seat, so I do. He opens the fridge and then tosses me a beer and keeping one for himself. He takes a seat beside me on the couch I'm sitting on and pops open his beer taking a sip then turning his head slightly to the left to look at me. I stare straight ahead and try not to let the closeness of us get the best of my hormones, but I can see him wearing his slightly lopsided smirk out of the corner of my eye.
Since this is getting just a tad bit awkward, even for me, I decide to try and make conversation, so Alex, hottie of the mother fucking century, doesn’t think I'm one of those awkward not talkative dudes that he wouldn’t wanna fuck.
“So, uhm, where’s your girlfriend at?” I ask as I turn to look at him. I realize quickly that maybe by asking that it makes me sound desperate. I sure as fuck hope not...
His eyes seem to snap out of a daze. “girlfriend? What?” he asks with a very confused look upon his face.
After a moment or two, the confused look seems to fade and a look of recognition settles on his features.
“Oh, that girlfriend. She’s nonexistent. I made her up so that it wouldn’t be obvious that I wasn’t the gay Alex Gaskarth of Blink 182.”
I almost choke on a sip of my beer. HE’S GAY?!?!
“Hah, uh, i-I didn’t know you were..uhm..gay.” I blush slightly. Damnit, I need to stop blushing.
“Crap. My friends and family know, the fans don’t. I'm kind of planning to keep it that way, until I...you know...find some guy that interests me,” he finished off the statement and then winked at me. If it weren’t Alex Gaskarth, I would have thought this godsent creature was flirting with me.
I took another sip of my beer, smiling as Alex told me some stories about his family. After about a good half hour of him talking to me about himself and his current life, I donated a good half hour to him about my own current life. It was nice.
Then, we played 20 questions, finding out even more about each other. We were talking and laughing like we had known each other for 2 years, not 2 hours. It felt right, getting to actually know a guy before going to bed with him. It felt right talking to Alex about my life; it just felt right to have someone care about me. Or at least portray the fact that he does.
All of a sudden and out of the blue, there was a loud knock on the door of the bus, then it burst open, a pissed off looking Tom coming onto the bus.
“ALEX!” he yelled. “WHAT’RE YOU DOING? ARE YOU AWARE THAT OUR SET STARTS IN FUCKING 5 MINUTES? STOP TRYING TO SEDUCE THIS POOR KID AND GET YOUR ASS IN THERE. RIGHT. FUCKING. NOW,” he yelled as he left the bus.
“Uhm...i-I’m not trying to..uhm..seduce you, Jack,” he said quite quietly, avoiding eye contact.
I laughed it off so he didn’t have to seem so uncomfortable. “Nah, Lex. It’s fine. I didn’t think you were. Now, I assume you have a show to play and a crowd to please the fuck out of.”
Alex smiled a genuine smile at me, clearly liking the new nickname I’d gave him and said, “Yea. I do. Thanks, Jack-o. I don’t want this conversation to stop here though. Do you have a curfew for tonight? Because I’m from right here in B-More so I have a 5 day break. Maybe I could offer you to watch the show from backstage so we could continue where we left off?”
It was adorable. Alex Gaskarth sitting right beside me, cowardly asking me to stay. I couldn’t resist, I fucking loved this boy and his music making. Obviously I'm going to say yes. He smiled as I agreed to stay, and lead me back into the venue. He quickly introduced me to his crew so it wouldn’t be too awkward and then went to play.
Blink’s set was approximately an hour and 20 minutes which was good. I had the best fucking time, fist pumping and dancing with a hammered Matt Flyzik. He also told me some about his Mickey obsession. It was interesting to say the least.
Alex ran offstage and right to me. He was smiling a huge smile and I congratulated him. He told me all about the show as we made a trip to the washroom for him to wash his face, and out to the tour bus. I liked listening to him ramble on.
As we walked onto the tour bus, still talking about how awesome the show was, I saw a look flash into his eyes. A look of love or something really quite close to it and he looked beautiful as ever having that beautiful look in his eyes.
He lead me to the back of the tour bus, into back lounge where we sat down and continued to play 20 questions, which seemed way longer. But I wasn’t complaining.
Before we knew it, we heard voices at the front of the bus and the bus starting to move. I glanced at the clock over Alex’s shoulder, it reading 11:23 pm.
“I'm glad I met you, Jack” he said catching me off guard. It went from 20 questions to affectionate acts of appreciating friendship? Wow.
I cracked a half smile. I smiled a huge, genuine smile. “I’m glad I met you too, Lex,” I replied deciding to use his new nickname that I decided he must like a lot. He pulled me into a hug.
After a couple of seconds of hugging (which was really nice), we pulled apart.
And since we’ve basically learnt what a pair of friends can learn about each other in a year in a mattew of about 3 hours, I grabbed the remote to the TV and clicked on. Alex snatched the remote and went to guide.
“AH!” I squealed.
Alex jumped a foot into the air, almost dropping the remote.
“god, WHAT?”
“HOME ALONE, LEX. HOME ALONE IS ON. WE NEED TO WATCH IT. PLEASE. YOU KNOW THAT’S MY FAVORITE MOVIE IN THE HISTORY OF MOVIES!!!”
He muttered something along the lines of ‘fine, anything for you’ and clicked it. I smiled widely at him.
He got off the couch to stretch. I took that as an opportunity to stretch along the couch and lie down, I was quite tired!
As he turned around and saw me sprawled across the couch, he huffed. I noticed and giggled, moving over a bit so he had space to lie down beside me and spoon (you know, if he wanted to).
To my pleasure, he did.
To my displeasure, he didn’t slip his arm around my waist. I guess I understood though, maybe he’d thought it’d be taking things too quickly? I just wanted to tell him to. But I didn’t. It was nice though. Kind of cuddling with Alex Gaskarth.
Before I knew it, I was drifting off into sleep, Kevin McCallister’s voice drowning out in the backround. My breathing noticeably evening out, and I felt light pressure applied to my waist. I looked down really sleepily and noticed Alex’s arm finally around my waist. I smiled, eyes drooping.
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The next time I woke up, which felt like a lifetime after but figured was actually only 3 hours after checking my phone, I was at a different location. It felt...stuffier. I waited for my eyes to adjust to the dark, then it hit me. I was in Alex’s bunk. His arm was still around me, he must’ve carried me to here.
I was content, truly content for once. Feeling safe and not as vulnerable, in the firm grip of Alex Gaskarth. Having just met the boy, people would think we were going at a quick pace. Already (literally) sleeping together and spooning and such.
It truly felt like we’d known each other for much more than just a few hours. I didn’t mind though. And by what was poking me at the bottom of my back, I knew Alex didn’t either. With the thought of Alex’s boner poking me floating around my brain, I fell back asleep, happy.
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A/N: it’s 2:38 am right now and it’s Sunday. Well, technically Monday. I’ll have a fucking awesome morning. (;
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