All Time Slash - Fireworks. (Jalex FanFic)

Chapter 47

Jack finally managed to get himself up to bed at eleven o’clock, he made a mental note to go to sleep, but it seemed his own brain had torn it up. He settled for putting in a DVD, a comedy in a hope to make himself laugh, to make himself forget. It didn’t exactly do the trick, but at least it passed the time for now Jack was sat up in bed and waiting for Alex to come in with the tea.

He glanced toward the clock to see that it was half one in the morning, he should be asleep but alas he was wide-awake. It was difficult to fall asleep without Alex, though sometimes he managed, it seemed tonight was one of those nights where it was impossible. You can’t even begin to imagine the relief that flooded Jack’s blood as he had heard their front door unlock and those familiar, large boots stepping onto the landing and into the hallway. It was always the same routine with Alex when he came home; this was how Jack managed to make sure that it was him.

First he’d track mud and dirt through the hallway, kick off his shoes, and then he’d proceed to throw his coat onto the kitchen table and switch the kettle on. He’d always make two mugs of tea even if Jack was asleep, Alex would just drink it for him. It was always a “just in case” type of thing.

Letting out a yawn, he listened to the older boy’s footsteps as he slowly and carefully made his way up the stairs. Their bedroom door creaked open and Alex walked through shoulder first to make sure he didn’t spill any of the burning liquid.

“Jack?” He asked softly, “You awake?”

The room was pitch black, the only source of light was the dim glow of the television that Jack usually forgot to turn off if he fell asleep.

“Yeah.” Came the reply, and Jack leant over to switch the table lamp on so that Alex could see what he was doing.

“Hey beautiful,” Alex spoke softly, setting down a mug beside Jack before walking around to his own side of the bed. “You alright, love?”

He began to undress himself, first tugging off his t-shirt, then he wiggled out of his jeans until his only attire was the pair of bright fuchsia boxers that Jack had bought him as part of his Christmas present last year.

As he slotted himself into their bed, Jack automatically wrapping an arm around Alex’s waist and pressing his nose into the boy’s chest. “Mm,” was the response, or maybe it was a “yes” that managed to get muffled.

“You sure?” Alex asked, and Jack gave a little nod.

Now this was always the part where Alex would explain to Jack what insane situation he’d put himself into this time.

Thankfully, it was only a car crash.

Alex was needed to help remove the injured passenger, the driver was already dead. It sickened Jack that all that was running through his head was, “At least Alex is still alive.” He forgets sometimes that those who die in the situations that Alex gets called to, they also have families. They probably have wives, husbands, mums, dads, you name it. But no, there goes selfish Jack thinking, “I’d rather their lover die than mine.”

That tore him apart sometimes, ate away at him and made him feel sick to his stomach. He hated Alex’s job, he hated how it made his other half feel like a super hero and that was the reason why he’d never quit. Why couldn’t his boy just have a normal job like any other human being? But then, you wonder why people would go out of their way to become a gynaecologist, or a librarian, or something else that’s either weird, or boring. Someone has to do it though.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Alex asked once more, even giving the younger, seemingly dazed boy, a nudge in the hip.

“What is this, twenty questions?” Jack suddenly snapped, but at least it finally got his anger out of him. “Sorry, I just- I’ve been… worrying like usual.” He decided it would be best to not mention his inner thoughts, though he knew Alex would say he understood, he very much doubted he would.