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Chemical (NSFW)

Alex is tired of being alone and loses his virginity in a one-night stand. What he didn't expect was to feel things he hadn't felt before, sex is far more emotional than just masturbating alone.

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Alex Gaskarth.

Eighteen and tired of being alone.

I mean, what eighteen year old male still has their virginity?

A lot.

Alex doesn't care though, he still feels pathetic for it. He doesn't have any friends, he still lives with his mom, he very rarely leaves his house. Things have always been this way. Lonely.

Alex is used to the feeling, but it still makes him sad. He has nothing going for him and his life is on a straight path to a hospital bed he hopefully doesn't survive in. Desolate is the only word that he really connects with. If you were to ask him how he feels or how his life is going, he'd simply just reply 'desolate.'

He's tired of it.

He is so fucking sick of feeling like he's a lost cause that'll never truly experience anything at all.

So that's how Alex found himself at an eighteen and up club, wearing something that should damn well get him laid. Well, he hoped.

A tight black T-shirt, a leather jacket, and very tight jeans that rode lowly on his hips. If he were to raise his arms at all, he'd be showing off his belt and the waistline of his boxers. If he kept going.. well, that much was obvious. Oh, and he also had on his converse.

He was hoping to get a quick fuck, just to see what everyone else is talking about. Hell, his favorite bands can't get enough of sex and dick jokes, so he needs to find out what all the hype is about. Of course he's masturbated before, he does it daily. It can't be any different right? Just decent pleasure.

Alex finds a seat in the light, sat at a table in the middle of the room. There were a lot of other tables too, but not many people sat there. Most of the people were hovering over by the bar or on the dance floor. Alex was in no way touching the dance floor with his anxiety, and he couldn't drink. So, table.

Two hours later and Alex is really fucking disappointed.

He found himself on his phone a majority of the time, not having the courage to even attempt to talk to anyone. Trying to watch people just gave him a headache, it was all a huge blur. He was surprised that he didn't have a headache.

Alex stands up, putting his phone in his pocket with a sigh. He turns and goes to leave, two steps in and someone has a hold of his wrist. He turns quickly, scared that someone was about to try and take him or some shit.

Instead, he found a guy with big eyes and a shy sideways grin looking at him. He looked scared, which surprised Alex. He was slightly taller than the brown haired boy, and his hair was dark black in a fringe like his own. The way it was styled and looked on the guy made Alex's heart skip a beat. He was hot too, dressed similarly to Alex. He had long eyelashes, with an arched nose that fit his face well. Middle Eastern maybe?

To put it shortly, Alex was staring anxiously at a really hot guy who seemed to be just as scared.

The guy let go of Alex, but stuck his hand out for the brunet to shake. "I'm Jack!" He yelled over the music, making Alex smile. He shook his hand, laughing a bit.

"Alex!" He yelled back, his hand now at his side. He was scared to move it for whatever reason, like Jack had gave him something that was easily breakable, he didn't want to drop it. Which was strange, because they weren't shaking hands anymore, he was being careful with his own fucking hand.