"𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖊" : 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔶 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔴 𝔬𝔫𝔢-𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰

"remembering sunday" by all time low (jamesxalex)

author's note

next week's one-shot will be in two parts and get ready, lads, 'cause next week's one is going to be an emotional fucking doozy. please, as always, if you have anything you wanna see, leave it below or dm me. cheers xox

a door creaks open from down the hall, making me look up from my dim phone. i hear the soft pad of feet making their way to the living room. drowning in the huge blanket around his shoulders, alex stands sheepishly in the entrance to the space, rubbing his sleepy eyes. in the minimal light coming in through the big, open windows, he shuffles closer.

"hey," i coo quietly to the small boy, opening my arms as an invitation. "what happened, love? what's wrong?" he's sniffling, face buried in my neck.

"i-i 'ad a nightmare, i don't wanna sleep 'lone." i rub his back soothingly, leaving the words hanging in the air. "th-thank you for sleepin' over. i don't do well in the flat by m'self." his speech is basic and almost childish, slurred and lisp made more prominently by sleep.

"'s okay, al," i reassure him, keeping my voice low. it visibly sends shivers down his spine, i follow the tremor with a finger. the effect we have on each other still intoxicates me. i hushely remind him he's safe, knowing it calms him. he's practically purring, keening for my touch. it makes my heart swell, makes it hard to breathe. the way he looks up at me through long lashes with a pout every time i stop petting him, face half-hidden in his blanket, makes me feel so big and needed. 

"alex," i try and stop him when his lips touch my adam's apple. my hands push up his sweatshirt to hold his squirming, boxer-clad hips. i try to keep my mind running straight. to not give in to my needs. i've done so for almost two years. but with the tiny body pressing himself against me, i can barely form a coherent thought and giving any shits about whether this is serious or not goes out the window. i can't hold back. and by the situation, seems like alex can't either. the first kiss is slow, open-mouthed. "are you-" i strain my jaw when he breathes against my neck. "al, this-it's been a really long time, and-and with ani-are-are you sure you want this?"

"i don't care how long 's been. nothin' 's ever been as good as you. please, jame, i just wanna-i just wanna feel you 'gain. please," alex whines, sitting on my waist as he pulls his shirt over his head. i can see he's gained some muscle since we've done anything like this. but not enough to keep me from wrapping my much-bigger hand around his bicep and pulling him down to me, letting me do whatever i want, he's still alex. "even if it's just for tonight, just one last time." i swallow dryly. a deeper kiss follows, his ass starts pushing back against my crotch.

"'s what you said two years 'go." he hits my chest with a smile, i grin. he pulls away to catch his breath, only to lean back down. eventually, his jaw goes slack when he sinks down on me, whimpers of profanities barely making it up his throat and past the painful pleasure. i hum at how tight he is, head leaned back against the side of the couch and panting slightly already. i grab his hips again and move us, doing all the work just to get to watch alex's eyes roll back. they're watching mine when they can focus, hooded and clouded with situational intensity.

"so good," i growl when he stutters accidentally, member twitching against his stomach. i grab his cock, flicking my wrist a little aggressively. enough to make it hurt just a little. my only goal is to ruin the precious boy, make him regret he ever thought someone could fuck him better than me. "you gonna cum? you gonna cum, princess? but i've barely touched you," i sneer as he hunches over with a broken moan. "how long 's been since someone fucked you so hard you forgot how to talk? who was the last person to fuck you like this?"

"y-you."

"that's right. say it louder, love."

"you!" he reaches his climax with a soft sob, spilling over my fist. 

"look at you, practically untouched." the way he clenches around me makes me hiss, a throaty groan tumbling out of my mouth. "oh fuck." his blubbering cries continue, reconnecting our lips with salty tears and hunger.

"i missed-i missed you so much." he peels himself off me, warm, sticky skin pressed against mine when he melts in my arms. "missed you so, so much." the kiss is hot and strung-out.  i lean my head back, breathing heavily. "i'm-i'm sorry about these past f-few months. ju-just ever since ani-" he almost starts crying all over again at the mention of the name, a hand over his mouth. his cheeks are rosy, tear-streaked. "i-i don't-i haven't known what to do with myself. it's hard. it-it hurt a lot and i-" i shush his frantic explanation, pulling him back down to me when he starts getting up to leave in shame.

"i know, al." i sigh, running hands through his hair.

"i'm just... i'm just scared of-of someone leaving like that again. i don't want this to be..." my heart stops.

"...to be what?" 

"no-no, nothing. just dr-"

"to be what? what do you want this not to be?" i demand. we stare at each other in the dark. the air is unbreathable, toxic with tension

"i don't want this to be for just tonight, james," he spills out, hiding in my chest. "i know we were never really together but for fuck's sake, man, all i can think about is-is you." there it was, the bombshell. i sink into the couch with a smile.

"me too." i can practically hear alex's jaw drop. "it don't want this to be just for tonight." it's pin-drop silence for a few seconds. 

"really? you're-you're not leaving?" i close my eyes, humming in approval.

"i'll always be here for you."

"promise?" i'm back to holding him like he's all that matters, because he is all that matters. the need to protect what's mine is coursing through my veins. he shyly lays on my chest, breathing slower. he's so small.

"promise."

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