All Time Slash - Fireworks. (Jalex FanFic)

Chapter 46

“Ugh, how did I get stuck with being the fucking housewife of this relationship?”

“Actually, it’s housewife-to-be. Currently you’re just my bitch.”

“Do you want me to finish ironing your shirts or would you like to take over?”

“Carry on, you’re doing a lovely job.”

Alex rolled his eyes as he pressed the iron down onto a sleeve of one of Jack’s white shirts he wore for work. “Sometimes I wonder why I even proposed to you, psh, I’d have been better off running away.” He was only joking, yet he was still grumbling like an old man would. He was becoming more and more like his father every day and that scared him shitless.

Jack shrugged in response, walking toward the boy and wrapping his arms around his waist from behind, hands settling against Alex’s stomach. “Because you love me, because you want to spend the rest of your life with me, and because even though I’m irritating as hell you know for a fact you wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else.” He ticked off the checklist he’d created in his mind.

Alex had to laugh; Jack’s cheek still stunned him.

“Mm, I guess that’s true.” He sighed, carefully folding the shirt he’d finished taking the creases out of. “Now get off me before I do a Tracy Barlow and stick this on your arm.” He teased, referring to the mad woman from Coronation Street, a soap opera that Jack had become quite fond of (yet it was nothing compared to Hannah Montana).

“Yeah, yeah, very funny.” Jack commented with a hint of sarcasm, letting go of his boy but not before pressing a kiss to the clasp of that necklace still fastened around his neck.

Probably on its tenth chain by now, and the pendant itself was worn, the clean silver slightly dull now, and Jack reminded himself to take it to a jewellers for a good ol’ buff up soon.

“Anyway,” He started, “You became the housewife-to-be ever since I burnt a hole in your top and almost dropped the stupid thing on my foot.”

He remembered that day very well, the boys were arguing (nothing unusual there) and Jack decided it’d be a good idea to do the ironing whilst frustrated. He successfully managed to burn a disgusting black and orange mark into Alex’s favourite t-shirt.

“You burnt that top on purpose.” Alex huffed, pressing the iron onto another shirt. It always amazed him how much clothes Jack needed to be crease-free. Even his boxer shorts were in the pile and the only person who’d see Jack in his boxers was Alex, he hopes, or maybe the postman on a Saturday morning if he’s lucky.

“I didn’t! It was an accident! You just think I burnt it because of that argument. Although, to be fair, it was good revenge and you totally deserved it you asshole.” Jack started to laugh cheekily as he crawled beneath the ironing board to lie on his back on the floor, eyes looking up at the ceiling. “Karma hates you.”

That’s it, Alex had had enough.

He stood the iron upright with a “Hmpfh.” and bent down to switch it off at the wall.

Following Jack in suit, he crawled beneath the board then knelt over the young man. “Oi, that argument was your fault in the first place if I rightly remember, so I deserved nothing.”

Jack was trying his hardest not to smile because he knew exactly what Alex was doing, I mean come, you’re with a guy for six years you begin to know them better than you know yourself.

“Oh, really? I mean if I rightly remember, it all started because you are a jealous little boy.”

“Here we go again...”