oneshots: legacy edition (jalex)

Sleeping In, But They're Actually Sleeping In

Early morning sun shines through the cracks in the closed blinds, leaving the room a bit dark save for thin streaks of light against his lovers face.

Jack lives for quiet, peaceful moments just like this one: holding Alex close, breathing in his scent.

Alex has never been a morning person, leaving him late to almost everything. He's AFL, Always Fucking Late, but Jack doesn't mind. If it wasn't for Alex's complete lack of a healthy sleep schedule—according to doctors at least—Jack wouldn't get to enjoy moments like this.

Say what you want about All Time Low's wild card of a guitarist, but Jack isn't always the Sex Jokes and Alcoholic guy. He's not even really an alcoholic. He's just a guy. Behind the chaotic charade, Jack Barakat is just a golden retriever gamer boy who likes to watch his boyfriend sleep.

Go ahead, make the Twilight reference, it makes no difference.

Jack lazily cups Alex's cheek with his hand, rubbing his thumb softly over his boyfriend's cheekbone. Alex stirs for a moment, startling the younger man, but only for a second. Alex quickly falls back into a deep sleep, and Jack smiles.

Alex never really slept like the dead, but he wasn't a light sleeper either. Jack often woke up to a frightened Alex insisting there's someone in their home, only to find the dog on the kitchen counter. How he got there, no one knows, it's forever a mystery to the couple.

"Jack," Alex slurs tiredly, reaching out for the younger boy, once again startling him. Apparently, Alex hadn't been asleep, but just resting his tired eyes, "s'too early."
"So go to sleep," Jack laughs quietly, pulling his lover closer to him, so that the sun isn't shining in streaks onto Alex's face.

"Can't," Alex complains. "You're too distracting."
"Distracting how?"
"Pretty."

Jack loves that he gets to see deliriously tired Alex. He's like drunk Alex, but he doesn't reek of alcohol, just morning breath.

Jack kisses Alex's temple, closing his eyes, just listening to Alex's breathing.

"You need a shower," Alex huffs, wrinkling his nose, but making no effort to move away.
"Yeah?"
Alex hums. "You reek."
Jack laughs, pulling Alex into a tight embrace. "You love it."
Now Alex is laughing, trying to pull away, but still not really wanting to move. "You smell like ass," Alex giggles, "ass and dumpster. Dumpster ass."

"Dumpster ass??" Jack is still laughing, pulling away from Alex to see his face. Alex simply nods. "You wish you could be as good as my dumpster ass!"

They both continue laughing, until they're just smiling and staring into each other's eyes.

"You're a dork," Jack says finally.
Alex shrugs, grinning widely. "What's your point."

Jack chuckles, sitting up and stretching the sleep out of his bones. "What's for breakfast?" He asks, gazing down at Alex, who's now pulled the covers over his face.
"Coffee," Alex groans. "Make me coffee."
"You hate when I make you coffee."
"But I don't wanna make my own coffee."
"You just want me to get you Starbucks."

Alex moves the blanket out of the way, so he can shoot Jack a pouty face. "Pwease?" He says, acting like a fucking toddler.
Jack simply laughs, hitting Alex with a pillow. "Don't be a baby," Jack says with a smile, "get up and make your own coffee."
"We should get pancakes," Alex says instead, rolling over so he can reach his phone on the nightstand. "Postmates is a godsend, ya know."

Jack rolls his eyes. "Fine, get me something too."
"Nah."
Jack hits him with a pillow again. "Asshole," he laughs.
Alex is laughing too. "You're so mean. Just for that I'm not getting you anything."
"Liar," Jack reaches over to jab his finger into Alex's side, then quickly results to tickling him. "You're a dirty liar."
Alex is laughing, still trying to order food from his phone, but struggling to do so as Jack attacks him with affection.

"Fine!" Alex laughs, "Fine, I'll get you food."
Jack kisses Alex on the forehead. "I'll be in the shower, he murmurs."
"Good, you reek."

Jack shakes his head, still smiling as he stumbles out of bed and into the bathroom.

Alex watches him go with a soft smile, then turns to his phone with a sigh. There's too many different kinds of pancakes in the world.

He looks over at the door to the bathroom, thinking for a moment.

Alex places his order quickly, then sets his phone back down on the nightstand, and follows his lover into the bathroom.