the Prince and the Punk

When they finally arrived at the studio place in the middle of the high end of town, Jack was ready to fall asleep. Alex had sat there stroking his hair and singing quietly for the duration of the rest of the ride and it had made Jack incredibly tired. Jack lets out a small groan as Alex moves his head off of his should so he can get out. Jack reluctantly follows after, his bottom lip jutted out in a pout.

"You look five right now," Alex comments, not even looking back at the tall man trailing behind him a slight distance.

"You look five all the time," Jack retaliates.

"Mhmm," Alex nods and slips his sunglasses on. He always did that when walking into a building, Jack couldn't figure out why. Were the lights just hard on his eyes or something? Or did he just hold true to the saying that it's "always sunny in doucheville." Jack shrugs the thought away as they go through the double doors at the front of the building and into the lobby. Instantly he has to put his arm up to shield his eyes from the blinding whiteness of the lobby. It was easily whiter than Rian's teeth.

"Shit," Jack breathes, only earning a smirk from Alex.

"This place is why I wear sunglasses," Alex explains simply, a coy smile playing on his lips.
Jack shoots him a half-hearted glare as Alex heads toward the receptionist to inform her that he was going to be working on some music. She simply nods and allows them to to pass. Alex takes Jack's wrist and leads him to an elevator that is thankfully gray and brown on the inside rather than another blinding color. They stay silent on the short ride up and Jack covers his eyes again when the door starts to open, expecting it to be as bright as the lobby. Pleasantly enough, it is darker with the same gray and brown color scheme of the elevator.
"They keep it darker up here because it's easier to work when you aren't being blinded," Alex explains, slipping his sunglasses off and into his jacket pocket. He continues to walk down the hallway, trailing his hands along the doors of the various studios before finally stopping at one and taking a key out of his pocket to open it. "Make yourself at home," Alex says, motioning to the little area. A small couch and two maroon armchair sat in the corner and a recording booth and some equiptment sat a little ways in front of that. "I called my producer and he's going to be here in a bit, so I guess we have now to screw around . . ." Alex moves and takes a seat in one of the armchairs.

Jack awkwardly takes a seat not really knowing what to do with himself. He had never actually been in a recording studio, and all his dreams of being in one were being in one for his own music not his boyfriend's. Jack twiddles his thumbs as Alex stands up again and strolls over to pick an acoustic guitar off of a stand. He reaches a hand into his pocket and pulls out a pick before returning to sit down. He dinks around with the guitar a while before Jack starts to hear a beautiful concoction of chords. Alex hums slightly as he continues to repeat the chords, looking to give them words of some sort.

"Can you play?" The music suddenly stops, and Jack has to shake his head to realize that Alex had adressed him.

"Yeah," Jack says with a smile. "It's what I actually want to dow ith my life."

"Care to try?" Alex push the items in his hands toward toward Jack ever so slightly.

"Sure." Jack takes the guitar and pick and carefully positions them to play. He thinks idly and puts together the chords to one of Alex's songs he had been listening to.

"Long live the reckless and the brave," Alex sings quietly along when he realizes that Jack was playing his song. It sent butterflies through his stomach to hear it performed by someone he cared so much about. He sings along to the rest of the song bewfore Jack finally stops.

"Did I do it right?" Jack asks, looking at Alex with eager eyes.

"Flawless," Alex responds with a dopey, lovestruck smile. "I don't even think I could've done it that well and I wrote it."

Jack blushes slightly and looks toward his hands as though they contained the secrets of the world. Alex stands up and moves to sit next to Jack on the couch. Obviously Jack hadn't noticed this because the minute he felt Alex's arms loop around his waste he jumped up and nearly dropped the guitar in his lap. Jack shakily set it down when he realizes it's only Alex. Alex's chin moves to rest on Jack's shoulder and he closes his eyes, holding tightly to Jack.
Jack nervously moves to get closer to Alex and make themselves more comfortable before also leaning back and closing his eyes. It felt perfectly comfortable right now with Alex snuggle firmly into his side and the dull lights of the room. He was near the verge of sleep when the door opened and someone stepped in, slamming the door behind them. Jack crinkles his nose in annoyance and untangles himself from Alex.

"Hey Alex," the man greets, his voice much quieter than his entrance.

"Hey Zack!" Alex greets, perking up out of his sleepy state immediately. "This is Jack<" Alex motions to the skunk haired man sitting next to him.

"Hi Jack," Zack says, almost shyly.

Notes

I'm going to try and get back into the habit of updating at least once a week, more if I get the chance.

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Chapter Title Credit:
"Alone Together" by Fall Out Boy

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Dewey