All Time Slash - Fireworks. (Jalex FanFic)

Chapter 39

Jack’s thumbs appeared to be glued to the analog sticks of the Playstation controller, his tongue poking out the side of his mouth through concentration, eyes squinted for a better view.

“Come on, come on, one last fucking corner...” He muttered to himself, lifting his hips a little to edge closer toward the screen in front.

“Fuck!”

The American boy yelled loudly as he pressed R1 too fucking early and span his black Nissan GT-R Proto '05 into the pits. His jaw had dropped as his hands left the controller, the car automatically driving itself as its speed dramatically decreased, slowing for the computerised racing team to change his perfectly conditioned tires.

For a few moments, as his eyes refused to leave the horror he had created, Jack stayed silent.

Then, as he watched his position of first place drop to twelfth, he went berserk.

“Last fucking place!” He screamed, “I was fucking first, I should have won. For fuck sake, I fucking hate this game. This is so shit, oh my fucking God,” And he was quite glad he’d already placed the controller by his feet, for he was certain that if he hadn’t he would have attempted to break the damn thing. Throwing the object was his favourite.

His shouts had caused a commotion downstairs however, an annoyed Mrs. Gaskarth asking, “Alex, what the hell is Jack doing in your room?” She didn’t understand how important that race was to Jack.

Jack was scowling by the time Alex had come up the stairs and burst into their bedroom.

“Aw, baby, did you lose, again?” Alex teased, for he found Jack’s anger over a stupid game to be quite amusing.

“Shut up.” The younger boy shot back, “I was fucking first, then that stupid car decided to break too early and the handling’s shit anyway, so it just fucking span out of control, then next thing I knew it was in the pits.” He groaned, folding his arms across his chest. “Gran Turismo is fucking shit.”

Rolling his eyes at his boyfriend, Alex took it upon himself to sit in the younger boy’s lap and curl his arms around his neck. Pressing his nose against Jack’s cheek, Alex sighed, “No, Jack, you’re just the one who can’t play the bloody game.”

Alex didn’t even have the chance to jump free, Jack had quickly grabbed his hips and tossed him over his shoulder and onto their bed.

Kneeling over his boyfriend’s helpless body, Jack leaned over to gently nip at the older boy’s neck, “Take it back.” He commanded, his mouth hovering over the skin.

Alex shook his head, his mouth sealed shut.

Not for too long, though, as Jack sunk his teeth in harder this time.

“O-Okay! I take it back! Jesus, are you a fucking vampire?!” The English boy squealed, pushing his lover’s head away.

Jack shrugged, “Jesus could have been a vampire for all we know.” He answered back, a cheeky grin plastered across his face.

Alex just sighed, “Dick.” Was all he could muster before Jack planted his lips against his own.

The boy was forgiven.

Pulling back to catch his breath, Alex rolled over the slimmer boy’s body so that he was lying beside the male instead of propping himself on top. “Baby, let’s go out in a bit.” It wasn’t so much of an offer, more of an order ‘cause Alex really wanted to get out of the house and as sad as it was, he hated being without Jack.

“Where to, though?” The younger asked, lifting his arm with his palm flattened.

Alex took the hint, raising his own hand and linking his and his boyfriend’s fingers together in the air. “I don’t know, anywhere I suppose. Just getting sick of being stuck inside all the time, y’know?”