Band Member Oneshots

Burn For You

Jack burns, yearns for Alex.

Too bad it's not likely to happen.

For the June All Time Low Microfic Challenge: Burn

Over the course of Hangout Fest, Jack experienced a number of burns.

To start, a deep sunburn on his shoulders, courtesy of the Alabama sun, where having hogged the pool ladder for a while, he serenaded the eager crowd with his electric guitar.

Next, a tension in his thighs from when he danced around in the pits with Alex and crew, happily vibing around to Nelly and other nostalgic acts.

To continue, a deep flush on his cheeks, after meeting Lana Del Rey, both because of the respect he maintained for her, as well as embarrassment over what Alex was donning, some avant-garde stripped and colorful cardigan-trouser combination.

Subsequently, yet another muscular pressure, in his feet this time, from jumping and hopping around on stage during ATL's set.

All three, which, when even combined, couldn't beat the insatiable one he felt now, in the crowd with Alex at sundown during one of the festival's last sets.

That is the one in his throat, where, by the way Alex was dressed, in a mesh crochet top that exposed pieces of tan chest, as well as patterned white and navy-blue swim trunks that showed off his long legs, was completely dry, parched even.

More so, the fire burning in the pit of Jack's stomach, that with the two lifelong best friends being closer than ever, had him wanting to drag Alex to their trailer to finally, finally act upon the repressed feelings they'd developed towards each other over the years.

But that's exactly what those feelings were, repressed, unrequited, not likely to be acted upon unless Alex admitted to them.

Which, if Jack was to be honest with himself, was not for a near future.

And so when Alex suggested moments later to open a bottle, of which he'd empty the alcoholic contents into Jack's mouth for a photo op, all the former could do was align himself with the bottle and feel the liquid hit the back of his throat and chin in acceptance.

Just another way, really, to but momentarily quench the yearning he had for his best friend.