Change My Mind, Change My Heart (Jalex)

You're Lips Are A Hot Flame, Baby - Chapter 5

Jack's P.O.V.

After Alex had drifted off in my arms, I found myself looking around his room.

You could barely see his steel gray walls behind all of the band posters, featuring bands such as Blink-182, New Found Glory, The Foo Fighters, and practically every other band I cared about.

The doors to his closet were open, with clothes - both clean and otherwise - spilling out of it. The rest of his room was no different, with tissues, CDs, dirty cups and plates, homework, and assorted garbage littering his floor. His dresser was piled high with CDs also, only enough room on the top cleared to make room for a MacBook, iPod doc, and iPhone charger, which I found myself wondering how he could afford. There wasn't anything else remotely expensive looking about the house.

The last thing that caught my attention about the snoring boy's room was the acoustic guitar leaning against the wall in the corner of the room. I smiled softly, since I loved playing the guitar with a vengeance. 

After taking this all in, I returned my gaze to the peacefully sleeping boy in my arms. His hair was still sticking up crazily, like some mad scientist, but I just found that utterly adorable. That, combined with the fact that he looked so relaxed and restful in his sleep, made my face break out into a wide grin. I had to stifle the giggle building up in my throat, as his cuteness was almost too much too handle.

After I realized that I had thought that, I decided to be honest with myself and admit a few things: I was gay. I was attracted to Alex. I really, really wanted to kiss him. I really, really wanted to be his boyfriend. 

These thoughts were interrupted by him beginning to shake in my arms, and crying out.

I quickly shook the boy awake, watching his terror filled eyes flutter open.

"It's just me," I quickly reassured the petrified boy, relieved as I watched the fear drain from his beautiful features as he relaxed into me again.

"Mmm, bad dream," he whispered softly.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" I asked.

"I...I, uh, him..." he muttered, so quietly I could barely hear him.

"Oh," I replied, kissing his hair again.

He looked up at me through his thick eyelashes, and I was momentarily confused, because his eyes were filled with... adoration?

I barely had any time to ponder the look, though, before he was softly pressing his lips to mine.

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Alex's P.O.V.

I wasn't sure what had possessed me to kiss Jack, but, whatever the reason, I was suddenly glad I did. An electric tingle ran down my spine the moment our lips touched, and I was thrilled to find the taller boy kissing me back. He was soon nibbling softly on my lower lip, asking to enter, and I happily obliged. His tongue slid smoothly past my lips as my arms snaked around his neck, pulling him closer to me, and deepening the passionate kiss. With one og my hands tangled in his luscious hair, he pulled back after a while, leaving us both gasping for much-needed air. After a second, he began placing light kisses along my neck. 

It suddenly hit me that Jack was actually only the third person I'd ever kissed, seeing as how I was terrified of physical contact in general. I wondered if he would think I was pathetic and inexperienced, but those thoughts quickly vanished from my head as his lips touched my soft spot.

I gasped, and he began biting and sucking on my neck lightly, making me moan softly.

Once he was, apparently, satisfied with the mark he'd made, his lips came crashing back to mine, his tongue maneuvering skillfully through my mouth.

When one of his hands slid under my shirt, images of Andrew Smith, who seemed to ruin everything, flashed through my brain. I jerked back suddenly, leaving him gazing at me, eyes full of confusion and worry.

"Lex?" he said, voice slightly hurt, "did I do something wrong?"

"N-no," I stammered pathetically, "I, uhm, I'm just not good with physical... stuff..." I felt myself turn bright red.

His expression was suddenly understanding, and I heard him say, "It's fine, I'd never pressure you. I understand," as I buried my head in his chest.

"Try to go back to sleep, Alex," he whispered in my ear, rubbing small circles on my back. Felling more safe and protected in his arms than I had in years, I quickly drifted off again.

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A/N: Whoops, now I wrote a short, most likely incredibly awkward chapter. Once again: Damnit. Oh well, I try. And since only one of you mother fuckers commented on my last chapter (when I wrote this, anyways) I'm just gonna go cry myself to sleep (I don't care if it's the middle of the day). Kthxbai.

xoxo

Rose

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