All Time Slash - Fireworks. (Jalex FanFic)

Chapter 13

“Uh, h-hi Mrs. Gask- Isobel... is Alex in?”

The lanky boy stood awkwardly in the porch of the Gaskarth’s residence. His palm leant against the crumbling brick wall, as he looked down to the shorter woman, whom he guessed was the reason for Alex’s current lack of height.

“Hello Jack, dear, it’s nice to see you again.” She smiled in her dressing gown; she didn’t seem bothered that the American male had turned up on her doorstep at early hours.

Well, eleven o’clock wasn’t too early, but the Gaskarth’s were known for sleeping in.

“I’m not entirely sure he’s awake yet...”

“Oh... Well, I-I can come back later if that’s-“

“Nonsense! You’re here now, he could do with getting up anyway, lazy sod.” She laughed, stepping a-side for Jack to enter the house.

“Thanks.” He grinned, slipping his shoes off.

“You know where his bedroom is, don’t you? Well, just go on in and I don’t know... jump on him or something.” The older woman joked, bustling off into the kitchen to switch the kettle on. “Do you want a cuppa?” She offered, and Jack nodded, “That would be awesome, thanks.”

Running up the carpeted stairs, Jack skidded to a halt outside a door covered in markings. Graffiti.

Honestly? It was actually pretty good. He never knew Alex had an artistic side to him.

The other boy’s name had been spray painted lengthways on the white door in luminous colours: pink, green, yellow, and orange.

Jack tilted his head to get a better view, making a noise of approval.

But this was no time to admire Alex’s scribbles.

Pushing on the door handle silently, Jack had to bite down on his tongue to avoid laughter escaping.

Slowly, Jack crept through the door. He tip-toed amongst the mess, he figured Alex didn’t bother to clean after he left, then.

“Aw...” Jack hushed to himself, looking toward the sleeping boy with adoration. Alex looked so sweet and innocent lying in his bed. His hair was a mess, his fringe swept over his eyes, and he was sprawled on his bare stomach, arms awkwardly by his side. His duvet barely covered his back, settling just a little over the band of his underwear from the day before.

Jack didn’t know whether he had the heart to wake the clearly peaceful male.

Sitting curled up on the clear patch of flooring by Alex’s head, Jack rested his chin on the mattress, just watching.

He felt like a paedophile, or pervert of some sort, but he couldn’t help himself. He found it to be so cute when Alex’s facial expressions changed. One moment he looked happy in his slumber, and in a split second, his closed eyes would narrow, and his nose would wrinkle as if he were in disgust of something. Jack was dying to know what the boy was dreaming of, even more so intrigued to know whether it involved him in some way.

Carefully reaching out his hand, Jack began to gently stroke the cheek of the boy. “Alex...” He whispered softly, “Wake up, sleepyhead.” But the boy didn’t respond in any way, not even the flutter of an eyelid. Lazy git.

Jack proceeded to lightly prod the male’s chin, just below that mole which he secretly thought was adorable.

“Wake up, wake up, wake up.” He murmured, his poking gradually becoming harder.