Do You Want Me Dead? (Jalex) HIATUS

Chapter 7

After the kiss, I kept trying to get my head on right. It literally felt like there was something wrong with my brain, because I kept asking myself what the hell I was doing! Why did I keep letting him kiss me? I was so confused all day, and it made my stomach hurt. He left after we were kissing for a while, because Mr. Olympia asked him to help set something up early for the show. It gave me time to do whatever I wanted, but instead of that I just curled up in my bunk and stared at the wall. This was the same guy who I fucking hated. But whenever he looks at me now, it's like my insides are melting. Why was I so weak and stupid? He probably just wants to get in my pants. That thought made my head hurt, so I wrapped the blankets around myself tighter and wished that I knew what was going on.

His kiss felt great, of course. How could I have expected it to be anything less? I didn't know him that well, though. Maybe that's what we should work on, instead of just making out. Silently, I wished he was here in bed with me. Maybe it would make sense, then.

Just as I was dozing off, I heard my trailer door creak open.

"Daniel," I called, "did you bring anything to drink?" I was really thirsty, but even more so, I was lazy. My throat had that dry, flaky feeling, though. It was very ew.

"My cum!" A very low voice yelled back, then it turned into higher pitched giggles. "Just kidding, Jacky, it's me." Alex came around the corner and saw what a pathetic little blanket burrito I was. "Wow, looks like a party in here." He laughed, and I just turned away, hiding my head under the blanket.

"Go away unless you brought water." I groaned, feeling him slide into my bunk. His hands wrapped around my torso from behind, and I could feel his hot, humid breath on the back of my neck. Shivers climbed up my spine, and, despite all confusion, my body turned itself around to look at him.

"Sorry, no water." He smiled apologetically. "But, I think I could help wet down your mouth a little." My cheeks turned bright red at his forwardness, and I looked down, feeling insecure. His fingers just hooked around my chin and pulled my face back up to his.

"Wow, Alex." I laughed quietly. "That was smooth."

"Yeah, I'm all about smooth." He murmured, kissing me softly. My mind boggled at how affectionate he could be, and I kissed him harder, wrapping my arms around his back. Alex molded his mouth against mine like he'd never wanted anything more, tugging at my dark brown hair and wrapping the blanket around our bodies.

"You've got really soft lips, Jack." He dragged his warm, wet tongue along my bottom one, and I swear to god my head started feeling dizzier.

"S-slow down," I breathed, separating myself from him and inhaling as deeply as I could.

"What, can't handle me?" He teased.

"I-I can!" I defended myself, folding my arms over my chest and pouting. Alex kissed my earlobe, and it felt like my whole body was on fire. "You know, you're really sweet when your not being a total dick." I taunted.

"I can be a dick whenever I want." He said smugly. "Like right now." He leaned in and bit my lip, hard. "How's that for sweet?" He smirked, and I yelped, tasting blood.

"What the fuck!" I whispered, rubbing my bottom lip and trying to pretend that it didn't hurt half as much as it actually did.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked, dropping that shit-eating grin for a second.

"N-no," I lied, but a tiny pain tear squeezed from my eye.

"Oh," He said, looking at me with big, regretful eyes, "I- I'm sorry." He kissed the tear from my cheek, and then the wounded area, licking it softly, pressing small, light pecks to it, pretty much just treating it to any soothing thing he could do. I felt better, and my heart fluttered against the inside of my chest. I couldn't believe he liked me. Then again, though, I couldn't believe I liked him back.