Aw I loved it! You're a really good writer and I do love my Jalex sickfics so there maybe a few other requests in the future if you don't mind more sick jalex. Also I hope you're feeling better 😊
Aw, thank you ❤ I really appreciate it. I'd be more than happy to write you more Jalex. Stay awesome,- K xxxPs. Thank you for the 'get well soon', I shall be sleeping it off ☺👊
Heyy, I'm loving all the Jalex! Can I request a one shot where Jack comes home a trip to see his family and he's really excited to see Alex and plans on taking him to dinner. Expect when Jack gets back he finds Alex sick and trying not to cough out his lungs. So abounding his plans Jack takes care of his miserable boyfriend? Man that's long! Thank you :3
Hey! Sorry it took so long to get back to you but I, myself, was sick when i got this request XD How ironic! But yes, I have written the one-shot for you <3
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Thank you very much for the request and have an awesome day! Adois,
Summary: Jack is excited to get home from vacation to see his boyfriend; only to then find out that Alex is unwell.
Warning: boyxboy? If that's still a warning then there is something wrong with the world.
Disclaimer: I do not own All Time Low or any of the band members. I make no profit from writing or posting this.
Authors notes: Please enjoy. ;)
Jack hustled the front door open, excitedly slamming it behind him. It'd been nice to visit his family back in Lebanon for a few weeks but honestly all it did was make him miss Alex more and more with each passing day.
Now he could come home.
Now he could see Alex.
Now he and Alex could go out and spend a long belated date together.
He threw his hoodie to the couch, frowning when he noticed the odd emptiness of the lounge. Normally his boyfriend would be watching television or sat lifelessly browsing the Internet on his laptop. Alex was nowhere to be seen.
Jack was about to start calling out Alex's name but he heard a strange sound coming from the bathroom. A loud coughing noise followed a dry heave. Fuck, was Alex okay?
When he finally reached the bathroom door, he tugged it open with his hand gently, not wanting to startle Alex. He'd known the horrors of vomiting all too well, fucking anaemia.
"You okay, Lex?" Jack spoke softly, gently padding into the room and frowning at how Alex was bent over the edge of the bath, his hands clasping the edge of the porcelain tub as he retched again and emptied his stomach.
"Great," Alex muttered sarcastically between coughs, wincing as his throat felt like it was on fire, burning from the harsh acid building up his oesophagus, "Ow.."
Jack smiled weakly, shifting down onto his knees behind Alex and hesitantly sliding his arms around his boyfriend's waist, holding him back against his chest, "It's okay...I'm home now,"
"I guess," Alex groaned, his face paling as he began to feel a little heavy headed, like his head could just fall off any second and land in the bathtub and into his pool of vomit, "But we can't go out now.."
"No," Jack whispered, leaning forward to rest his chin on Alex's shoulder before pressing a kiss to his neck, "But I can look after you til' you get better."
"Oh god, I'm a dead man," Alex joked, finding it funny how serious Jack was taking the situation. He gathered that the guitarist did have some responsibility, but only in serious situations.
"Fuck off," Jack laughed a little, squeezing Alex in his arms and tracing patterns to his shoulder with the tip of his nose, "I know how to deal with people...my dad's a doctor,"
"Yeah, but you aren't a doctor," Alex claimed, groaning as he felt yet another tickle at the back of his throat. Why the fuck wouldn't this just end?
Just as predicted, he hurled again, sputtering for breath and coughing after he'd emptied another portion of his stomach lining.
"Why are you even sick?" Jack asked quietly, lifting his hand to push Alex's hair out of his eyes and prevent it from getting soaked with sick, "Did you eat something?"
"I have no fucking clue," Alex whined, knocking his head to the brim of the bathtub, groaning as he felt his ears begin to ring, "I just feel so fucking out of it,"
Jack sighed, fluttering eyes to a close as he rubbed gentle circles against Alex's clothed stomach, "Then you should sleep for a while...sleep helps,"
"Sleeps always helps...shame I can't because I kept waking up and vomiting everywhere," Alex complained, beginning to get a little aggravated. He hadn't seen Jack in a weeks and he was looking forward to hanging out with him and having 'fun' with him, but no... He just had to get fucking sick.
"Calm down," Jack soothed, softly squeezing Alex's waist again in his arms, trailing several kisses along his shoulder and up to the side of his jaw, "I'll get you a glass of water and some Benadryl...and a bucket,"
Once Jack had wiped Alex's mouth, coaxed Alex into taking the tablets with his drink, and placed a bucket beside their shared bed; he began to gently guide Alex towards the bedroom, holding an arm around his waist the whole time.
"You okay?" Jack asked again, watching as Alex stumbled towards his half of the bed, sliding free of the younger male's arms when he reached the end of the mattress, "Do you still feel like you're gonna throw up?"
"No," Alex sighed, reaching a shaky hand down to pull the cover back, continuing to reply as he slowly slid into bed and sat up against the headboard, "Just tired...tired and a little dizzy,"
"That'll go away soon," Jack yawned, tugging a hand through his hair as he effortlessly climbed into the other side of the bed. He felt tired himself, after the long drive home and all the little things he had to put in place for Alex's wellbeing. He was used to having things done for him, "Just...go to sleep,"
Alex nodded, heedlessly moving his fingers to his hair and twirling a strand between his fingertips. He could already feel his eyelids gently gliding shut, his breathing evening out. Diphenhydramine always made him sleepy.
"Come here," Jack mumbled, tucking himself warmly under the bed covers and turning to his side to face Alex, "Please..."
"Sure..." Alex yawned, dropping his hand away from his head and sliding down under the duvet, also turning on his side to face his boyfriend. Their faces inches apart, "Hey.."
"Hey," Jack whispered in reply, a gentle whispered laugh escaping his lips as he felt Alex raise a tired tattooed hand to his cheek, "I missed you,"
Alex leant forward, brushing the side of his nose against Jack's, "I missed you too...and I'm sorry I fucked everything up,"
"S'not your fault," Jack mumbled, sliding his arm round Alex's waist at the same his boyfriend slid his stronger arms around his own waist, "You probably just missed me too much that you got sick,"
"Yeah, definitely heart ache that caused it," Alex murmured, his words barely coherent at as he shut his eyes. He could pass out any second, he was sure of it.
But he wouldn't let himself, because there was always something he had to do before he fell asleep.
"I love you," He whispered, dropping his head to rest in the crook of Jack's neck beneath the covers. He always meant it when he said it, and everytime he would repeat those three words, it'd be like saying for the first time all over again.
"I love you too," Jack smiled, pressing his cheek to the side of Alex's head as he also shut his eyes, just wanting to fall asleep against his boyfriend. Then they could awaken and finally spend the time together that they'd missed out on, the time that they'd both missed more than anything.
Well, they would of...if Jack hadn't of gotten sick the next day.
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