Six Feet Under The Stars (Jalex // All Time Low oneshot)

I scuffed my shoes on the pavement below me, throwing my head back onto the bench. I closed my eyes and sighed. Everything was going fucking wrong.

I looked up to see a figure briskly walking and looking behind him, as though worried or anxious. I couldn't help but wonder why he was out at 3am, or why he looked like he was trying to get away from someone. His dark top was soaking wet and clinging to his slightly muscled body. He must've been freezing, but quite frankly, I was more wrapped up in my own problems to help. I was being selfish and narcissistic, I wasn't usually like this, but with everything that was going on, I doubt I could be blamed. Anyway, even if I did have the decency to help, he was gone down a dimly lit alleyway before I'd even have the chance to stand up.

I threw my head back once again and looked up at the dark sky, dotted with pinprick stars. The sky had always fascinated me, ever since my 7th birthday and my Alzheimer's-ridden aunt had bought me a telescope, thinking I was my 18 year old brother studying astronomy. The thing I liked the most about the sky was that it bought people together. In English, they would talk about connectives linking things together. To me the sky and the things in it were those connectives. Any two people in any two parts of the world, strangers or not, could be looking up at the same sky at the same time, looking at the same burning balls of gas, wishing on the same shooting star. I wondered if he was looking at the sky, making the same wish as I always did.

My thoughts were interrupted by a hand on my shoulder and a husky voice, one that I'd recognise anywhere.

"Well, well. Alexander William...now there's a sight I thought I'd never see again,"

I breathed in sharply, heart racing like a machine gun. "Jack.." I whispered, voice breaking as I turned around to face the boy I hadn't seen in 6 years, the boy who was constantly on my mind. The boy who stole my heart then threw it away.

His two-toned hair was disheveled and messy, stubble coating his chin. His top was wet, encasing his toned body and oh, how I longed to reach out and touch it. I suddenly realised where I recognised his outfit - he was the guy I'd seen earlier, running from what appeared to be nothing.

I stood up and pushed my body against his, lips touching and fireworks being set off in my stomach. And also my pants... I needed this. I'd gone 6 years without it, without him. I needed him. I felt like a teenage boy again, sneaking out in the middle of the night to meet up with Jack, to do unspeakable things whilst we declared how one day, we'd run away together so we didn't have to worry about being caught ever again. Instead, he just ran away from his problems, ran away from me. He broke me.

"Alex!" He gasped, pushing me away, "what are you doing?"

"What does it look like? I'm making up for lost time," I sighed and slowly pushed my hand up his cold t shirt.

"Lex..."

This just made me press against him harder, wanting him even more desperately. He knew what that name did to me.

"Lex, stop it. Don't get involved with me again. I've fucked up, I'm fucked up. I break everything I touch,"

You can say that again, Jack. You only had to look at me for proof of that. But I didn't care, because he was back, he was back after all this time and I wanted nothing more than to hold him in my arms as I used to, to hear him say he loved me one more time, so at that moment, I didn't care that he was fucked up, because so was I. I didn't care that he'd break me, because I was already broken. I just needed him to be mine, even momentarily.

"I don't care," I whispered, lust dripping from my words.

"I do. I don't want to hurt you again,"

I sighed. Was I ever going to get my way? "What were you running from earlier, Jack?"

"I told you, I fucked up. Anyway, what're you doing out this late?"

"I could ask you the same question. You know I find the sky calming and I was in a bad mood,"

"Ahh, your little sky obsession. Remember when we named-"

"That star Jalex like the gay little fuckers we were?" I cut him off, tears pooling in my eyes thinking of the memories we had had together.

He pressed his damp forehead on mine and sighed. "We're still gay little fuckers, really,"

"Then let me kiss you,"

"I...can't. I just...oh fuck it," I saw the defeat in his eyes as he desperately put his lips on mine, hands roaming my chest as I grinded into his perfect body. The defeat was soon taken over by pure lust and it was like looking at teenage Jack again, horny and sex-driven yet gentle and loving.

Fuck, I've missed this so much. 

Just as the kiss was beginning to get deeper, as I slowly put my hands on his crotch, he pulled away again. He cursed under his breath and started to walk away.

''No! No, Jack! You can't fucking do this again! You can't just kiss me like that then leave! Stop running away from everything! Don't leave me alone again...'' I yelled as I grabbed his arm, tears threatening to spill out onto my cheeks. 

''Don't tell me what to do!''

''Jack...'' I whispered, still grasping onto his arm, ''please...''

He turned around, face pressed against mine, eyes menacing and evil, a look I had never seen in his normally kind eyes. ''I said I've fucked up, and I meant it. I meant it when I told you not to get involved with me again. I'm bad news, I'm dangerous, I'll hurt you again. I'm doing this for you, Alex. I can't let myself see you get hurt again,'' he hissed.

''Well stay then! Staying won't hurt me! Leaving will, and you know it will! Why won't you just listen to me, Jack? I need you! I told you I don't care what you've done, I don't care if you're dangerous. Anyway, I've always had a thing for bad boys,'' I smirked at him, pulling him closer and feeling his hot breath on my neck. 

''I don't think you understand what I mean by 'dangerous', Lex...'' he whispered angrily.

'' I don't care what you've done, I don't care about anything anymore apart from having you. I can look after myself, Jack! Just...stay with me, please?''

He sighed into my neck. ''Don't say I didn't warn you. Staying with me is like writing your own suicide letter, but don't you dare blame me when I've told you that I'm bad news. Don't you dare blame me when you shove my words so far down your own throat that you choke, not when the pills taste like my mouth, not when the gun sounds like my heartbeat, not when your eyes finally shut and all you see is me, don't you dare blame me when it feels like my hands that are burying you six feet under. I'm warning you now, Alex. I'll hurt you, more than you can imagine. You're fragile, Lex, the most fragile person I've ever met. I don't think you'll be able to deal with the pain and I don't want to be the cause of that. I don't want to be a...murderer,''

''I'd never blame you,'' I whispered hungrily, pressing my lips to his. He tasted of popcorn and beer and pain, something I hadn't tasted since I was 16. He moved his lips down to my neck, surely leaving a mark as I gasped and bucked my hips into his. I let my hands travel down his cold body, undoing the top button on his jeans. He pressed harder into me, and I could feel how desperate he was for this, as was I. 

''Shall we, uh, go back to mine?'' I whispered, voice breaking in the middle from the pure pleasure and happiness I felt. I wanted to take this further, but not on a dirty park bench at 4am. 

''Yes, please'' 

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A/N: So, uh, yeah, My first fanfiction. I know it's short and most probably incredibly shit, but I'm kinda proud, I guess. I hope you enjoyed? Let me know if you want a sequel or anything. Idk. Okay, byeeeeeee:3