Dangerous

"Alex, I-I can't...br-eathe." Jack sharply gasped as he tried to get the air to his lungs, tears spilling out his eyes, making him slightly dehydrated. He was still sat on the kitchen chair, too weak to move, only sitting up to help the air reach his lungs, but it wasn't working. He was panicking, bad.

That's right, call lover boy to come and help you. He won't do that, not after you terrified him to death.

"Alex!" He basically screamed, inhaling deeply, his fingers curled around the chair firmly. His eyes started to roll to the back of his head, but he shook his head, trying to keep himself awake. His chest was beating up and down harshly, painful gasps as Jack tried and tried to give his body some form of air.

"H-h-h...help. C-can't b-breath-e. Alex, help!" He managed to get enough energy to yell out the last words, his whole body shook in fear. He needed air, and quick. He needed to be calm, but Alex wasn't here. He needs Alex.

He was about to give up when Alex came down the stairs after hearing the loud gasps that Jack was making, screaming his name as he ran to him.

"Jack, Jack. Baby, shh. Shit." Alex started to cry again, wrapping his arms around Jack, rubbing his back. It was a shock, because Alex knew Jack was having some form of fit. It looked like a devil was trying to take his body.

"Shh, shh. I'm here. Calm down," Alex said softly, knowing Jack could thrash out at him if he wasn't careful.

"Come on, let's move-" He was cut off by Jack cupping his throat with both of his hands, trying to strangle him.

"J-Jack, baby, let go. Pleas-e." He gasped, more tears running over his eyes. He had no idea what was happening to Jack, but it terrified Alex to the max. Jack quickly let go when Alex's face turned completely red, but not from the tear stains, from suffocating. He gasped and coughed getting the air to his lungs while Jack stared at his hands in pure horror and panic, his body still shaking out of control.

Alex scooped Jack into his arms, despite the fact he just tried strangling him, and moving him over to the window, placing him on his feet before opening it.

"J-Jack, breathe. In: one, two, three. Out: one, two, three." Alex repeatedly said, tilting Jack's head so more air could get through. He intertwined their hands, telling Jack to close his eyes and relax.

"...Out: one, two, three, four." Jack was slowly getting better, his body shaking less and less.

It was a whole hour until Jack calmed down completely, about ready to clasp. He stumbled into Alex's chest, making him let out a 'hmph' noise. He wrapped his arms around Jack, then started crying again. They both sobbed into each other, a sweaty, panting mess.

"I-I'm sorry, Alex. I love you so much. I love you." Jack sobbed, clenching onto the back of Alex's shirt. He felt awful. It wasn't even him that tried to stab Alex with a knife or try to strangle him, it was all him.

"I love you, too. Don't ever scare me like that, again." Alex pulled back, his hands going up to cup Jack's face. He wiped the tears that had fell, leaning down to kiss him.

They stood like that, sweet kissing, for at least two whole minutes, until Alex broke it to get some air.

"What's wrong? What set it all off?" Alex asked, humming at him as his thumb kept wiping the tears. He was acting like a mother, but he didn't care. He cared a lot about Jack, and had never seen him in that state before, so he was truly scared for him.

"N-No. I wanna sleep." Jack was really exhausted and just wanted to close his eyes and hopefully wake up to prove that all this was a nightmare. Alex nodded, understanding that Jack was tired. He couldn't blame him with how much energy he lost.

"Come on then." Alex took Jack's hand, leading him upstairs. He pulled the covers back, and Jack crawled onto the bed. Alex pulled the cover over him, tucking him in.

"Thank you." Jack mumbled, looking up at the man he loves. Alex leaned down to peck him on the lips.

"It's alright. You get some good sleep. Night, Jacky." Alex felt himself tear up again just looking at Jack. The way his eyes looked so sad and dark. He really wasn't himself.

"Night, Lex. I love you."

"I love you, too." And it pained Alex to hear how Jack had said it like it was the last day of living. He pecked him on the lips again before walking out the room, shutting the door.

He didn't want to leave Jack all by himself in their room, but he also couldn't stand to be there with him, too. He just wanted to know what happened.

He grabbed his phone, sitting down on the sofa with a sigh. He rang his mum, knowing it's not long until she goes to bed for work. She answers almost immediately.

"Alex! Hello." She beamed, and Alex wondered how his mum could be so happy when she's alone when Alex and Jack aren't visiting.

Alex let his tears fall out then. He honestly thought he was gonna lose Jack or something. He could never bear living on his own for the rest of his life. He could never imagine his life without his Jack.

Isobel obviously heard the sniffs coming from the other line, her happy smile turning down as her faced filled with a concern look.

"Hunny, what's wrong? Do you wanna come over and talk?" She asked hopefully. She hasn't heard her son cry in what seems like forever. He was a happy boy when he met Jack.

"I can't. Can y-you come over? Please?" Alex wiped the tears on his face with the bottom of his shirt. He would never make his mum walk down to his house unless it was an emergency, so Isobel knew something was really wrong.

"Of course, hon. I'll be a couple of minutes. Just hold on, baby." She cooed, before putting the phone down.

It was ten minutes later when Isobel had appeared at the front door, Alex immediately crashed in her arms. He cried softly into her, getting the much needed comfort.

"What's wrong? Let's go sit down, yeah?" She sighed softly, rubbing his back slowly. He nodded, clinging onto his mum's side while she lead him over to the sofa. As soon as they sat down, Alex clasped into his mother's side, crying once again. She comforted him the best she could, whispering sweetly to him, kissing his forehead, telling him it'll be alright. And soon, Alex had calmed down.

"Thank you." He whispered, pulling back from his mum, ignoring the wet mark on her top from his tears.

"You know I'm always here for you. Now, what's wrong?" Alex sighed at the question, trying not to cry again.

"It's Jack. He's...not himself. Something happened to him. He nearly cut my fingers off with a knife, and then basically strangled me. Mum, I don't know what's wrong." Alex breathed out deeply, trying to keep himself calm so he doesn't cry a waterfall again.

"I think it's best if you ask him when he wakes up hon. Maybe something was on his mind and he got frustrated."

"But he's never hurt me. I don't even think he did it on purpose. He looked so different and drained. But I guess you're right." Alex sighed, playing with his fingers nervously. He knew Jack didn't mean to. They both promised to never hurt each other.

"Now, go upstairs to your man. He needs you." Isobel smiled at her son, giving him a pat on the knee before getting up to leave. Alex got up too, giving his mum a tight hug before leading her to the door.

"Do you want me to walk you back?" Alex asked. He doesn't like his mother being out this late.

"I'll be fine." She smiled reassuringly. Alex bit his lip before nodding.

"Okay. Thank you, mum, and be safe. I love you." He kissed her cheek. She said goodbye and went. As soon as Alex closed the front door, he let out a deep breath, steadily making his way upstairs, turning the lights out as he did.

He reached their room, opening the door quietly, finding Jack was asleep. He quietly stripped down until he was in his boxers, going over to the bed and getting in. He pulled the cover over him, looking straight at the sleeping Jack. He stroked his cheek, a quiet sigh leaving his mouth. Then he turned around from Jack and fell asleep.

Notes

You all hate me, and I'm sorry. :p