oneshots: legacy edition (jalex)

Off The Rails

They've been arguing a lot lately. Neither Jack or Alex are really sure why and it's getting really hard to be under the same roof.
They've been roommates for a few years now, and have been best friends for even longer.

Alex hasn't the slightest idea why Jack's been so,,, Jack,,,,

They don't even need a reason to argue, Alex will slam the cabinet too hard and suddenly the neighbors are pounding on the walls demanding they be quiet.

Nothing gets solved they just keep resorting to screaming at each other. Alex isn't even sure what they're screaming about now. They're basically just fucking insulting each other back and forth.

It's never really gotten this bad before. It's like every word urges them further into this mess until Alex swings at Jack, only to end up pinned against the wall, and they're still yelling until finally it's Jack that tells him to shut up.

But it's not the words "shut up" that get Alex to close his mouth, it's the entire phrase Jack uses.

"If you don't shut up right now, I swear to god I'll rail you."

It takes Alex a second to even process the statement, dumbstruck but the sheer thought of their pent up frustration being exerted in a sexual way.

What are they even mad about?

Jack doesn't realize what he's said until Alex has been quiet too long, and then he flushed scarlet. What he meant was "I'll pound you," but with the new context, that doesn't sound much better.

After the split second it takes them to realize what Jack's just blurted out, Alex leans in closer to Jack, his eyes dark and cheeks flushed, he's looking down, Jack realizes, he's looking at Jack's lips.

"Okay," Alex says breathily, his voice rough from the previous yelling, "Rail me."

For whatever reason, Jack crashes their lips together, swallowing Alex's open mouth into his own.

Jack pushes Alex harder against the wall, holding Alex's wrists in place above his head with one hand as Jack rubs his crotch into Alex's thigh.

Alex moans filthily into Jack's mouth, Jack's free hand finding it's way over the tent in Alex's jeans.

"God, you're a prick," Alex hisses, breaking away from the kiss. His head falls back against the wall as Jack bites the spot where Alex's shoulder meets his neck, the skin barely exposed by the collar of the rumpled t-shirt Alex is wearing.

Alex gasps shakily, tensing against Jack as a warm tingling sensation rushes through him. His toes curl at the feeling as he melts into Jack's touch.

Jack doesn't let up just 'cause Alex is enjoying himself, he palms Alex through his jeans, rubbing his hand over the bulge almost roughly as he draws kisses over Alex's jawline.

He releases Alex's wrist's, trying to get his jeans off, but for whatever reason, Alex wears his fucking skinny jeans tighter than most would consider comfortable. Yeah, it's hot, buts it's really inconvenient in times like these.

Jack manages to undo Alex's belt before he gives up and grips Alex's thighs, lifting him up higher against the wall. Alex squeaks in surprise, hurriedly wrapping his arms around Jack before he falls. Jack carries him quickly down the hall and into Alex's room (it's closer), dropping him onto the bed.

They'd been home all day, so they aren't wearing shoes, but it does take a minute for Jack to get Alex's jeans off him.

"Could these fucking things be any tighter," Jack mutters, frustrated. Alex grins, telling Jack these aren't even the worst ones, which is both more frustrating and really hot to think about.