Heart's on fire tonight
Feel my bones ignite
It feels like war...
Love feels like war...


I really like you too Alex.


The words the younger man spoke kept repeating in his head like a scratched disc. Trying its best to continue the song, but it couldn’t. Frantically repeating the same beats and lyrics over and over until someone would skip the song. But Alex didn’t want to. He loved the sound of that lyric playing over and over. It swelled his heart and made him blush. Especially when Jack grabbed his chin to kiss him. A very soft, yet passionate kiss. When their lips met, Alex felt like a match. A match that was being swept across a striking surface. Igniting a flame of sweet, burning passion. Never had the brunette felt so alive. So cared for. So needed. He loved the feeling of being liked, wanted and desired. Jack gave him just that. He gave him that feeling Alex longed for. The want to be with him. The want to kiss him. The want to have Alexander William Gaskarth.

His family loved him dearly of course. The key word in situation was loved. Referring to past tense. Even so, he was able to muster a smile on his face. Alex was not so sure how his family felt now. He didn’t achieve his dream of being a performer in band. And sure his parents neglected him for not making the choice of going to college and also for the fact of being accused for the suicide of his former girlfriend. Either way, Alexander William Gaskarth managed to keep that god damn beautiful smile of his on his face. Even more so now that he was being embraced by someone who cared about him so much. Someone who needed him in his life. Someone who wanted him in his life. Even if they were of the same sex.

Prejudice and homophobia were the least of Alex’s worries. He didn’t care what people thought about him. He learned to hear people’s opinions and let them go from ear to ear. Other people’s opinion shouldn’t matter. They have no significance and they won’t affect his life in anyway whatsoever. Unless he let them. Unless he let those hateful and dreadful words enter his ear canal and poison his brain with hurtful and stupid nonsense that will probably affect the way he thinks and possibly ruin what made him happy. Alex wanted to be remembered as a guy who did what he wanted to do, and not what others suggested him to do. He wanted to be remembered as the guy who even though he didn’t succeed at being a famous musician, he succeeded at being happy. With the person whom he cared about most.

“You want to go now Jack?” Alex pecked him one more time after their long make out session. As much as Alex did not want to leave, he would feel bad leaving their friend Vic waiting for them and then never actually going. Plus if they kept it up with the hot and heavy kisses he’d might end up with a boner again.

“Yeah, I kind of feel bad for leaving Vic waiting for so god damn long.” He scrunched his face then went to licking Alex’s cheek. “But then again I don’t.” He said in the lowest and sexiest voice he could muster.

“Keep teasing Barakat and I might just make you suck my dick in the car.” Alex gripped Jack’s hips.

“Sure, good luck with that baby.” Jack walked away from Alex, entering his room to clean himself up as quickly as he could possible. He didn’t want to go to Vic’s house smelling like sweat, come, and sex.

“Hmmm,” Alex frowned a bit frustrated. Sexually frustrated actually. He loved teasing, but he hated being teased. Sure, it was hot seeing Jack loosen up on him like a rose just begging to bloom. It was quite beautiful really, and all the more sexy. But still frustrating when that rose only bloomed slightly. Leaving you to beg and plead impatiently to see its beauty; as to satisfy your hunger to admire it. Touch it, smell it. Jack was doing just that. Making Alex impatient and hungry. Hungry to feel him, admire him, touch him, and taste him.

“Fucking hell.” Alex slapped his forehead when he felt his pants become slightly tighter than they already were. “Not now.”

“Turn offs, turn offs, turn offs.” Alex mumbled to himself and shit Jack wasn’t helping at all when he came into the living room, shirtless. Showing off his flat stomach and beautiful V-line.

“Which shirt?” He smirked.

“Uh, it doesn’t matter.” Alex blushed looking down.

“But I want to look good Lex.”


NO.
Don’t fucking call me that.



“T-the black one.” Alex only slightly looked up and looked back down.

“Alex, are you okay?” Jack mused, in the most innocent voice he could speak in.

“Jack, let’s just go okay?”

“Okay, Lexy.”


Now you’re fucking asking for this.


Alex pinned Jack to a wall and made out with him harshly. Barely letting Jack breathe. But he knew Jack was enjoying this. He knew Jack liked it that way. Even if Jack was the dominant one in whatever they were, he liked when Alex turned into a horny freak.

“A-Alex, we should-” Jack gasped.

“Wait till we get home whore. I’m not done with you.” He bit Jack’s lip.

“I don’t think you remember who’s in charge Lexy.” Jack grabbed Alex by his shirt collar and licked his face once again.

“J-jack.” It was ironic how Alex could turn dominant and become so submissive rather quickly. It was quite interesting and adorable and fucking hell; it suit Jack’s fancy.

“Let’s go.” Jack pulled the shirt on. Leaving Alex somewhat helpless.

Alex sighed a little disappointed. Why was Jack teasing him? Yeah it was hot, but it wasn’t nice to leave him with a raging boner and nothing to satisfy it. Alex’s disappointment took over more and more and he eventually forgot he was turned on in the first place. Losing the tense and aching feeling somewhat in his crotch. He wasn’t mad at Jack at all. It was just, he craved Jack. He craved him more than a child craved candy. Sweet delicious candy, wrapped carefully showing none of the actual treat itself until you unwrapped it. Obviously like hungry, grabby child, you rip off that wrapper. Not giving a damn wear it landed and just eating away at the candy. Hungrily and lustfully until you were satisfied with the sweet sensation of it sliding down your throat.

Just wait till we get home Jacky.
Just fucking wait.


“Finally you dick holes decide to fucking get here!” Vic shouted across his yard as the two men opened the door of Jack’s car. Walking to the shorter man’s porch.

“Sorry we got a little busy.” Jack sighed. “But we’re here now!”

“Right, right.” Vic smiled. “So um Jack, you’re actually willing to play?”

“Alex convinced me to do so.” Jack smiled sweetly to Alex, Whom returned the smile. He really liked Jack a lot. But right now he was bit frustrated with him, just a bit.

“Let’s go to my studio or garage I guess.” Vic chuckled to himself.

“You have a studio? That’s so fucking cool!” Alex smiled excitedly. His eyes lit up like crazy. Forgetting he’d ever been frustrated with Jack. Alex was actually going to be a in a music studio. His dream come true.

“I guess you could say that. It’s a bit dingy, but it works.” He lead them through his house, to the backyard where a small structure that stood just a few feet away from the house itself.
“So um, the guys are gone and I needed people to practice with. Um Alex, what instruments can you play?” Vic looked over his lyrics and parts he wrote for a song he composed as he opened the door.

“Almost all of them.” He chuckled. “Well I mean I could be a four man band. Not trying to brag”

“Nice.” Vic handed him an acoustic guitar. “Jack you can play the tambourine.”

Jack was slightly offended, he pouted; glaring at the Mexican man who giggled to himself.
“Believe it or not, it’s an important asset to an acoustic song.”

“I guess so.”

He let the two men look over the lyrics and the parts they needed to know. Practicing non-stop over and over until the two could almost perfectly play the parts. Of course they were still a little shaky. But they couldn’t expect themselves to be perfect so suddenly. Especially Jack, whom hadn’t touched an instrument in such a long time. He was distracted by Alex, who was so passionate with the guitar. Hitting every note and harmonizing with Vic so sweetly, so perfectly. He was taken aback every time Alex performed. He was amazing. Someone worth of a record deal, an album, and a following of some sort; he was worthy of all of it. But he didn’t have that. It was so tragic to see such talent go to waste. How could no one realize how perfect, how beautiful, how talented Alex was? How could someone not give him the privilege to perform in front of thousands, waiting seven plus hours in whatever weather just to hear him play live? Meet him, get his autograph and picture.


Why did life have to be so unfair?


“You guys are awesome!” Vic exclaimed happily.

“Thanks.” Alex strummed another note. Happy to have a guitar in his hands. “You’re pretty amazing yourself. That song you wrote. I really like it.”

“I do too.” Jack sighed happily. “I think the tambourine makes it sound better honestly.”

“Wow Jack, coincided much?” Vic scoffed.

“‘Course. Didn’t you hear how great I was?” Jack hit the tambourine in his palm happily.

“Yeah, you were great. I wish I could’ve heard you sing though. I bet you can do a lot great things with your throat.” Alex grinned deviously.

“Whoa.” Vic laughed a little, watching Jack squint his eyes in an irritated manner.

“What?” Alex giggled.

“Nothing Gaskarth.” Jack snapped. “Where’s your bathroom Vic?”

“Inside the house Jack. Down the hall, next to the kitchen. Second door on your right.” The shorter man maneuvered his hands in way to draw and invisible map for Jack.

“Thanks.” Jack smiled, walking out of the small garage hoping not to enter another room by mistake.

“Hey Alex?” Vic turned to the brunette who was still picking a few notes on the guitar.

“Yeah?” He asked, looking up slightly.

“You and Jack… got something going on don’t y’all?” Vic whispered slightly.

“I-I well yeah. We kind of do.” Alex smiled.

“I didn’t think you or Jack would be gay, but you know what?” He cocked a brow at the brunette.

“Yeah?”

“I’ve never seen Jack this happy since I’ve met him.” Vic breathed in and out. “You make him smile in a way I’ve never seen him smile before.”

“I-I do?” Alex blushed happily.

“Yeah, you do. Don’t hurt him Alex. He doesn’t deserve anymore shit.”

“I would never even think of-“

“I know, I know.” Vic sighed. “It’s just even though Jack says Lisa used to love him. She never did. Alex, she used Jack.”

“Hey, I’m thirsty.” Jack yawned as he entered the studio.

“I have some water and soda in that fridge over there.” Vic pointed out the utterly obvious refrigerator to the two oblivious men.

“Thanks.” Alex smiled happily as Jack handed them all a drink.



Alex, she used Jack.



Now this is when Alex wanted to skip the track on the scratched CD, buffer it even. Or just throwing the CD out altogether. Why would she use Jack? The poor guy was so nice, so tender and cared for others happiness before his own. He didn’t deserve the shit he got from Lisa. Not at all. He is such a beautiful being and deserves nothing but happiness and for someone to treat him as he needed to be treated. Alex was fully aware of that and he was willing to be that person for Jack. He wanted to be. He wanted to be Jack’s support system. He wanted to be Jack’s lover. He wanted to be Jack’s everything.

The thought of Jack being used still burned in the back of Alex’s mind. He wanted to know why. Why would someone use Jack? And exactly for what? Had she not thought that Jack was a human? Who had a beating heart and feelings? Who had the capacity to feel pain and suffering when she was going to leave him? Had it never occurred to Lisa that Jack would feel so much pain that he went through years of depression? She was a selfish, disgusting excuse of a person. Even more so the fact that she wanted Jack back.

But why? Had she not used him enough? For whatever she used him for. It was a jigsaw puzzle with a missing piece. A complex puzzle that didn’t provide a picture on the box as a guide. A blank puzzle. All the pieces being the same color. It was Alex’s job to put the vague pieces together. Soon enough, with the determination he had. He would be able to put those pieces together and make a map. A guide to help Jack and get the plague away from him. Alex would be dammed if he would even let Lisa breathe the same air as Jack. He was not going to let it happen. Jack was his. Even if they hadn’t made it official in anyway. Jack was Alex’s and no one else’s, especially not Lisa’s.

“Alex?” Jack looked down at the brunette. They came back home and were cuddling, watching a movie together. Though Alex looked like he was just looking at the television, not actually paying attention to the movie. Just deep in thought.

“Yeah?” Alex looked up. Turning his head from Jack’s lap to meet the younger man’s gaze.

“What are you thinking about?” He pouted his lip out.

“Nothing Jacky.” He sighed. Sitting up to walk to the bathroom.

“Alex, what’s wrong?” Jack walked behind him before he could reach his destination.

“Jack, I want to clear something up.” Alex locked their eyes.

“What’s on your mind?” Jack grabbed Alex by the shoulder. Concern evident in his gaze,

“I like you and you like me. Right?” Alex somewhat stammered the words.

“Y-yes.” Jack was a bit confused at what their conversation was leading to.

“I know you’re afraid of commitment, but Jack. I want us to be official. I want to call you my boyfriend. I want to hold hands with you in public. I want to kiss you whenever I want, wherever we are. Showing off to everyone that we are something. I don’t care what others think about and neither should you. I want us.” Alex got closer to Jack. Hoping to not see any kind of doubt in the younger, yet taller man’s eyes.

“Alex, I may be afraid of commitment. But you, you’re different, and I really like you. A lot actually. I’m willing to take my fear aside for you. Alex, I want you to be my boyfriend too.” Jack smiled sweetly. Tears swelling in his eyes at the fact that the brunette was thinking about that. It warmed his heart and made him feel special. He felt wanted. Something he never actually thought he’d feel.

“Jacky.” Alex wrapped his arms around his neck. Hugging him tightly, then pulling away for a kiss to seal their beautiful deal.

Finally, it was official.



Jack was his.

Notes

Hey Guys! Look at me, following my schedule that I set up for myself and shit. Oh god, I'm so excited to continue to write this story. Thank you so fucking much for reading this and for all the beautiful comments. I really do appreciate it. It makes me want to write a lot more. I love you guys so much. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
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I will be writing another one shot soon! So yeah, check out mine and Jack's_Burrito (Da babe♥) One shots! Should be fun to read!
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Title and Lyrics from All Time Low♥

~Olee