Sometimes, The Sickness is The Cure
So Wrong, It's Right
You are the taste of something sweet
And I'm tangled in the sheets
You left your mark, dragged down my back
So chain me up, I'm in too deep
Too much of you is never enough
All he felt was the other man’s warm breath on his neck. He began panting, feeling satisfied by the few moans escaping the boy’s perfectly reddened lips.
“J-jack,”
He grabbed a hold of his messy brown hair, tangling his fingers in it. Making the boy moan even louder. One more thrust and he’d be done. A loud moan came out of Jack as he climaxed inside of Alex.
Then he woke up.
Jack felt gross and sweaty as he yanked his sheets off his heated body. Was he seriously having a wet dream about Alex? Why was he naked? Did he honestly dream about having sex with his roommate? His male roommate. It had to be a dream. It was definitely a dream, all of it. Drinking with Alex, playing truth or dare with him. It never happened. That must have been what they did after he gave him a hand job right? In his dream of course.
Right?
He then felt a pulsing pain on his forehead. His head was throbbing. He slumped out of his bed and headed towards the shower. He turned the temperature as cold as he could bare. Hoping his body would calm from his unexpected high. He rubbed his face trying to forget about the fact he dreamt about Alex in that way, but his aching head wouldn’t allow it. Jack couldn’t get those sinful thoughts of Alex out of his head. His perfect mess of brown hair. The way his lips made a perfect O shape as he moaned. The way his brows furrowed when he felt satisfied, and also the way he bit down on his lips when Jack touched him. He slowly came to realize that this headache was being caused from a hangover. He slowly came to the conclusion that he was drunk last night. That it wasn’t a dream and that he did give Alex a hand job. But the rest… the rest had to be a dream.
After taking his cold shower, he got dressed and looked at his work schedule on his phone. Alex was surely gone. He was scheduled to work at ten, and it was noon now. The dark haired man sighed in relief. Surely, he wouldn’t be able to face Alex after what happened last night. The only reason Alex tolerated the way Jack was acting last night was because Alex was drunk too.
Right?
He crept out of his room. The rest of the apartment was empty. The only noises being heard were those that the air conditioning system made as it flicked on automatically. Quiet and lonesome, something Jack was used to. Something he would have to accustom to once again, cause Alex was surely going to leave after what happened last night. There was no way he was staying after what happened between them. Alex said himself he wasn’t gay, he tried to at least before Jack smacked his lips on him. The man cringed remembering what’d he done to poor Alex, the worst part was that Jack enjoyed all of it. He didn’t know why though, he’d only known the guy for a month. The GUY. Not girl, or female, but a man. Was Jack really falling for a man? There’s nothing wrong with it, but he never thought of himself as gay or ever being attracted to someone of the same sex. The thought of him being with a man made him feel nauseous.
Yet, with Alex is was so much different. Even though he was a man, it felt right. The purity in his eyes and the way he can still smile after the things he’d been through. Jack began to remember a conversation they’d had one night during dinner. He told Jack about how he aspired to become a singer or at least the vocalist of a band. He’d written so many songs after he lost his girlfriend. Jack eventually learned that the name of the deceased girl was Jasey.
The songs Alex wrote gave him a sense of comfort and kept him sane. And with good reason, you see, Alex isn’t just a hopeful dreamer, he’s a talented hopeless dreamer. Not only did he know how to play guitar and sing with that sweet voice of his, but he’s composed over twenty songs and counting. Lead guitar, rhythm guitar, bass, drums, and lyrics. All composed by Alex himself. Back when he was only a senior he’d composed just a few songs he told Jack.
“About seven of them,”
“Whoa, that’s fucking awesome Alex, you’re a really talented guy you know that?” Jack recalled telling Alex.
“Yeah, I guess so. But not enough to get noticed I guess. After I graduated high school I tried to finish up my writing and hoping to at least record an EP, with like someone. Or anyone really. I knew a few people who were in my grade who knew how to play instruments, but they had dreams of going to college, plus their parents didn’t really like me,” Alex shrugged.
“Why not?” Jack frowned. “You’re like one of the sweetest and most talented person I’ve ever met,”
“Well, ever since Jasey died. They kind of blamed me for it. They’d thought I was the one that drove her to suicide. After her parents faked their stupid tears and almost sued my parents for ‘kidnapping her’. Her mom called us stupid and snooty brits who thought we could get away with anything,” Alex looked away. “But yeah, I graduated but didn’t go to college. My parents began to torment me after that. Calling me worthless, and stupid. They said there were disappointed in me, for following my dreams and not following a career path. And they were right, because I never achieved any of my dreams. So now here I am, stuck in Baltimore playing for bars,”
“Don’t give up Alex, you’re still young. Plus, it’s not like you’re not talented! You just have to look around. Surely you’ll achieve all of your dreams.” Jack remembered grinning at Alex.
“I guess you’re right Jack. I won’t give up! I’m Alex Fucking Gaskarth!”
“Gaserkath,” Jack choked out.
“Shut up Baracunt,”
“Hey you little shit. Don’t call me that!” He giggled throwing a plastic spoon at Alex.
Jack couldn’t help but laugh, remembering how cute Alex could be. Maybe that’s why he was comfortable being with him. Alex was different from all the people Jack had met before. He was delicate yet strong, hopeless yet determined. He was Alex Fucking Gaskarth, Jack walked into Alex’s room knowing all of his belonging would probably be gone. He surely packed everything to leave.
Jack was right.
All of Alex’s things were gone. Except for his bed. Maybe he was planning on packing the rest after work. He knew that Alex wouldn’t tolerate living with someone who would possible rape him in his sleep or something. Hell, Jack would be gone even after he’d been kissed, if he were Alex. But sticking out, catching Jack’s peripherals was a note on the small nightstand Jack never used; next to Alex’s inflatable bed.
Jack,
Sorry for the random mess! I wanted to go to laundry mat after work to get all my shit clean. Hah, anyway I left some pancakes for you in the microwave wrapped up and stuff. Oh if you’re reading this, why are you in my room? Nah, this is your apartment, you can do whatever the fuck you want. I hope your head stopped hurting.
~A. F. Gaskarth
Jack giggled, he really signed this note with the stupid nickname he gave himself. Then Jack stepped back, and thought; how the fuck did Alex know my head was hurting?
Yet, Jack didn’t want to question why Alex would still be here. Maybe he did forgive him for what happened last night. Jack’s memory was still foggy. All he remembered honestly was what he did to Alex. Nothing else, but he was glad he did remember how perfect Alex looked. That was something he never wanted to forget. The way a man like him could turn him crazy. The way a man like him turned him on. The way a man named Alex Fucking Gaskarth could make Jack wish he’d always been gay.
What have you done to me Alex?
And I'm tangled in the sheets
You left your mark, dragged down my back
So chain me up, I'm in too deep
Too much of you is never enough
All he felt was the other man’s warm breath on his neck. He began panting, feeling satisfied by the few moans escaping the boy’s perfectly reddened lips.
“J-jack,”
He grabbed a hold of his messy brown hair, tangling his fingers in it. Making the boy moan even louder. One more thrust and he’d be done. A loud moan came out of Jack as he climaxed inside of Alex.
Then he woke up.
Jack felt gross and sweaty as he yanked his sheets off his heated body. Was he seriously having a wet dream about Alex? Why was he naked? Did he honestly dream about having sex with his roommate? His male roommate. It had to be a dream. It was definitely a dream, all of it. Drinking with Alex, playing truth or dare with him. It never happened. That must have been what they did after he gave him a hand job right? In his dream of course.
Right?
He then felt a pulsing pain on his forehead. His head was throbbing. He slumped out of his bed and headed towards the shower. He turned the temperature as cold as he could bare. Hoping his body would calm from his unexpected high. He rubbed his face trying to forget about the fact he dreamt about Alex in that way, but his aching head wouldn’t allow it. Jack couldn’t get those sinful thoughts of Alex out of his head. His perfect mess of brown hair. The way his lips made a perfect O shape as he moaned. The way his brows furrowed when he felt satisfied, and also the way he bit down on his lips when Jack touched him. He slowly came to realize that this headache was being caused from a hangover. He slowly came to the conclusion that he was drunk last night. That it wasn’t a dream and that he did give Alex a hand job. But the rest… the rest had to be a dream.
After taking his cold shower, he got dressed and looked at his work schedule on his phone. Alex was surely gone. He was scheduled to work at ten, and it was noon now. The dark haired man sighed in relief. Surely, he wouldn’t be able to face Alex after what happened last night. The only reason Alex tolerated the way Jack was acting last night was because Alex was drunk too.
Right?
He crept out of his room. The rest of the apartment was empty. The only noises being heard were those that the air conditioning system made as it flicked on automatically. Quiet and lonesome, something Jack was used to. Something he would have to accustom to once again, cause Alex was surely going to leave after what happened last night. There was no way he was staying after what happened between them. Alex said himself he wasn’t gay, he tried to at least before Jack smacked his lips on him. The man cringed remembering what’d he done to poor Alex, the worst part was that Jack enjoyed all of it. He didn’t know why though, he’d only known the guy for a month. The GUY. Not girl, or female, but a man. Was Jack really falling for a man? There’s nothing wrong with it, but he never thought of himself as gay or ever being attracted to someone of the same sex. The thought of him being with a man made him feel nauseous.
Yet, with Alex is was so much different. Even though he was a man, it felt right. The purity in his eyes and the way he can still smile after the things he’d been through. Jack began to remember a conversation they’d had one night during dinner. He told Jack about how he aspired to become a singer or at least the vocalist of a band. He’d written so many songs after he lost his girlfriend. Jack eventually learned that the name of the deceased girl was Jasey.
The songs Alex wrote gave him a sense of comfort and kept him sane. And with good reason, you see, Alex isn’t just a hopeful dreamer, he’s a talented hopeless dreamer. Not only did he know how to play guitar and sing with that sweet voice of his, but he’s composed over twenty songs and counting. Lead guitar, rhythm guitar, bass, drums, and lyrics. All composed by Alex himself. Back when he was only a senior he’d composed just a few songs he told Jack.
“About seven of them,”
“Whoa, that’s fucking awesome Alex, you’re a really talented guy you know that?” Jack recalled telling Alex.
“Yeah, I guess so. But not enough to get noticed I guess. After I graduated high school I tried to finish up my writing and hoping to at least record an EP, with like someone. Or anyone really. I knew a few people who were in my grade who knew how to play instruments, but they had dreams of going to college, plus their parents didn’t really like me,” Alex shrugged.
“Why not?” Jack frowned. “You’re like one of the sweetest and most talented person I’ve ever met,”
“Well, ever since Jasey died. They kind of blamed me for it. They’d thought I was the one that drove her to suicide. After her parents faked their stupid tears and almost sued my parents for ‘kidnapping her’. Her mom called us stupid and snooty brits who thought we could get away with anything,” Alex looked away. “But yeah, I graduated but didn’t go to college. My parents began to torment me after that. Calling me worthless, and stupid. They said there were disappointed in me, for following my dreams and not following a career path. And they were right, because I never achieved any of my dreams. So now here I am, stuck in Baltimore playing for bars,”
“Don’t give up Alex, you’re still young. Plus, it’s not like you’re not talented! You just have to look around. Surely you’ll achieve all of your dreams.” Jack remembered grinning at Alex.
“I guess you’re right Jack. I won’t give up! I’m Alex Fucking Gaskarth!”
“Gaserkath,” Jack choked out.
“Shut up Baracunt,”
“Hey you little shit. Don’t call me that!” He giggled throwing a plastic spoon at Alex.
Jack couldn’t help but laugh, remembering how cute Alex could be. Maybe that’s why he was comfortable being with him. Alex was different from all the people Jack had met before. He was delicate yet strong, hopeless yet determined. He was Alex Fucking Gaskarth, Jack walked into Alex’s room knowing all of his belonging would probably be gone. He surely packed everything to leave.
Jack was right.
All of Alex’s things were gone. Except for his bed. Maybe he was planning on packing the rest after work. He knew that Alex wouldn’t tolerate living with someone who would possible rape him in his sleep or something. Hell, Jack would be gone even after he’d been kissed, if he were Alex. But sticking out, catching Jack’s peripherals was a note on the small nightstand Jack never used; next to Alex’s inflatable bed.
Jack,
Sorry for the random mess! I wanted to go to laundry mat after work to get all my shit clean. Hah, anyway I left some pancakes for you in the microwave wrapped up and stuff. Oh if you’re reading this, why are you in my room? Nah, this is your apartment, you can do whatever the fuck you want. I hope your head stopped hurting.
~A. F. Gaskarth
Jack giggled, he really signed this note with the stupid nickname he gave himself. Then Jack stepped back, and thought; how the fuck did Alex know my head was hurting?
Yet, Jack didn’t want to question why Alex would still be here. Maybe he did forgive him for what happened last night. Jack’s memory was still foggy. All he remembered honestly was what he did to Alex. Nothing else, but he was glad he did remember how perfect Alex looked. That was something he never wanted to forget. The way a man like him could turn him crazy. The way a man like him turned him on. The way a man named Alex Fucking Gaskarth could make Jack wish he’d always been gay.
What have you done to me Alex?
Notes
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12/15/14