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Chicago Lights & the Jersey Shore	By : druscillaryan Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > The Academy Is... Views: 1107 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chicago Lights & the Jersey Shore

He raked a hand through his hair, tired eyes staring at the keyboard. He sighed, shutting his laptop. It was late, he was tired, Gabe was drinking and had forgotten. Again. He’d survive. He’d get a text around noon.

Sry. U still luv me rite?

Yes I still love you. Don’t type like that please.

Its a txt. ur spsed 2.

Whatever.

U luv me.

Lucky you.

Then he would get a phone call, multiple you love mes, one or two I love yous, and a few attempts at phone sex. William didn’t do phone sex, thought his boyfriend was insane for attempting it. (The older man was quite bad at it. The few times William had given in he’d faked orgasm so he could get it over with.)

But right now it was one AM and he was tired. Gabe was too far away, Jersey, near the ocean. It was ugly there though. William hated it. He had been trying, obviously unsuccessfully, to get his boyfriend to move to Chicago. ’We can live together. Sleep in the same bed. Wake up together all the time. Don’t you want that?’ ‘Why can’t we do that in Jersey?’

How do you tell your boyfriend that you think the place he wants you to move is the ugliest state you’ve ever seen? So much ugly. And Chicago was all lights and sparkle and life and culture. There was so much culture in Chicago. And nightlife and daylife and . . . what was there in Jersey? Sure, there’s the ocean. But it’s too cold to even swim in. And dirty. It probably gives you cancer in the long run.

He was startled from his thoughts of Chicago vs. Jersey by his cell phone going off. Celine Dion ringtone. Gabe’s idea of a joke, making his personal ringtone the theme from Titanic. William debated ignoring it, but answered it just to shut the damn song off.

“Hello?”

“You still up?”

“Obviously.”

“. . . sorry.” Gabe’s voice was slightly sheepish, definitely slurred, and a bit apologetic. “I lost track of time.”

William sighed. He had picked this. He could have had a nice, occasionally sober boyfriend from Chicago who agreed that Jersey was ugly. “It’s all right, babe. Let’s keep it a short call though, all right? I’m beat.”

There was a bit of silence from the other end and William knew he had made Gabe feel guilty. Even though it wasn’t his intention, however, he was too tired and a bit too annoyed to care. “I love you?”

William laughed. “I love you too, babe. Where’d you go tonight?”

“I stayed home.”

“Drinking alone? That’s a sign of alcoholism, baby.” the younger teased.

“Well . . . I had things to do.”

William chuckled. “It’s fine, babe. I know you’re an alcoholic. Just don’t come begging for my liver when the doctor says you need a transplant.”

“You wouldn’t give me your liver? I thought you loved me.”

“Well, uh, I kind of need it to live, darling.”

“Wouldn’t you give me part of it?”

“. . . is that possible?”

“Probably not.”

“Then no.” William could hear Gabe’s mock-pout through the phone. He laughed again. “But I love you. And now I’m going to hang up on you and go to bed, all right? Call me tomorrow when you sleep off the alcohol, all right?”

“Sure.” Gabe said cheerfully. Too cheerfully for two AM. He made a kissing noise into the phone. “’Night, sexy.”

William had lost track of the times he’d laughed in the ten minute phone call. “’Night, baby.” He made a kissing noise before closing his Sidekick. He frowned instantly then sat down in front of his laptop, opening it and typing in a web address. A few keystrokes later he made his way to his bedroom, partially satisfied.

* * *

He was greeted . . . no, greeted is the wrong word. It implies happiness and a sort of anticipation for what you’re about to hear. No, William Beckett was met with a sound he wasn’t used to hearing. A sound he hated hearing.

“Baby?”

“I-I can’t. I can’t.” Gabe hiccupped through his tears.

“Can’t wait, baby? Gabe, baby, what’s wrong?” William asked, blinking rapidly. He didn’t like hearing his boyfriend sound so hurt, defeated, broken. (Insert other depressing adjectives here.)

“I . . . I tried to pack.”

William’s heart leapt to his throat. Moving. To Chicago? Finally, maybe. Wait, he’s crying and saying can’t. “Baby?”

“I wanted to. For you.” Gabe’s sobs were beginning to quiet. “I can’t. I . . . I love you, but . . .”

William took a steadying breath. “It’s all right, Gabe. Calm down, baby. I know you love me. Don’t worry. It’s . . . it’s . . . we’ll figure it out, okay? And I bought a plane ticket last night so I’m coming to see you in a few days.”

Gabe sniffled. “Really?”

“No, I’m making it up.” William gave a small smile. “Yes, really. You need to pick me up at the airport Friday at nine.”

“In the morning? Seriously? Bastard.”

“Cry about it.” the younger said dryly.

Gabe hiccupped.

William winced.

“How long are you going to be here?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t buy the return ticket yet.”

“I’m sorry.” Gabe said again.

“Baby, don’t be. It’s not like . . . well, I’m here, aren’t I? Not there.”

“Yeah, I guess.” There was some ragged breathing. “Kisses?”

William gave a small chuckle and made a few kissing noises into the phone. “I love you, Gabe.”

“You better.”

“I do.”

“That’s good.”

William laughed.

* * *

The pair didn’t kiss when William got off the plane though there was a tight embrace and lips tickling the younger’s ear as Gabe whispered ‘I love you’. They held hands as they waited for William’s luggage, however. If it was questioned in any way they would simply blow it off as one of Gabe’s eccentricities. Nobody who followed pictures of him could deny he had tendencies toward the male gender anyhow.

Once they made it to the car it was a different story. William was shoved against the window as Gabe practically raped his mouth, hands running down his chest, digging into hips, making sure it was real, making sure his William was actually there, making sure it wasn’t a dream he would wake up sticky from. “Let’s fuck in the backseat.” the older growled. “I have tinted windows.”

William pondered for a quick moment, biting his bottom lip like he normally did when he was thinking. “What the fuck?” He crawled over the backseat, shimmying out of his jeans as Gabe attempted to follow him. He landed half on the seat, half on the floor, quickly changing William’s laugh to a moan when he sucked his boyfriend’s cock into his mouth.

“Jesus.” the younger breathed, hands threading through Gabe’s dark hair, trying to refrain from bucking his hips and gagging the older of the pair. “Fuck, baby.” He moaned, reaching over to hit the lock button on the door.

Gabe was struggling to deep throat, the angle awkward.

William moaned. “Too much, baby. Going to . . . need you in me. Now.”

Gabe pulled away, trying to get out of his jeans. William, too eager to wait for what seemed would take at least a few minutes, licked his middle and index fingers. Slowly, he slid both into himself at once, wincing slightly but moaning at the same time. He’d had a quick round with his vibrator before he left for the airport, anticipating having his boyfriend’s hard cock inside him. Fortunately it meant he wasn’t too tight since they had a lack of lubricant. Neither one of them would be willing to take the time to dig in William’s suitcase.

Gabe stared transfixed at William’s fingers working into himself, thrusting and twisting and plunging deeper. “Ahem.” The younger raised an eyebrow. “Those have to be off for you to fuck me.”

Gabe stared blankly for a moment before shaking his head and continuing to struggle with his jeans. When they were off, he quickly pulled his shirt over his head, leaning over to do the same with William’s which, unfortunately, meant he had to pull his fingers from himself. Gabe leaned against the door, beckoning William to him. “It was your bright idea to show up at nine so don’t think I’m doing anymore more work than necessary.”

“It was your idea to fuck in the backseat.” William protested, but he turned his back to Gabe, supporting his weight on his arms as he lowered himself onto the older man’s cock. He moaned as he was slowly penetrated, letting out a yelp when Gabe grabbed his hips and pulled him down, fast and hard. “Bastard.”

“Shut up and move, Beckett.”

The younger boy rolled his eyes, lifting himself slowly off Gabe’s cock before pressing back down. Hard. He knew if he didn’t go at a fast pace Gabe would make him. Not that he minded, just that his boyfriend could be a little rough and a lack of lube wouldn’t make that anymore fun. He let out a moan that was nearly a scream as the older boy finally arched up to meet him, hitting William’s prostate dead-fucking-on.

After about ten minutes his arms were too sore from supporting him for the younger to hardly move. He felt Gabe’s hands on his hips and leaned his head back, pressing a kiss to the elder’s neck before nipping lightly at the tan skin. “Not too fast, baby.” he murmured before letting out a half moan, half shriek. “Aw, fuck. Fuck fuck fuck!” He palmed his own dick, working at it quickly as he continued to moan, half delirious. Fuck, he’d missed this. Sex with Gabe was . . . there wasn’t a word for it in the English language that he knew. His boyfriend might know one in Spanish, but this wasn’t really the time to ask.

“Close.” Gabe choked out, swearing when William immediately tightened around him. “Fuck, I love it when you do that.”

“Come . . . in Spanish?” William half-pleaded through his moans. His hand worked faster at his cock. So tight . . . fast . . . not too hard . . . just enough . . . just . . . just . . .

“Aw, fuck! Jesus, Gabe, mother . . . oh, fuck. Fuck!” He shot into his hand, not caring about the sticky substance now dripping onto his boyfriend’s car interior. “Jesus.”

And then . . . Gabe . . . coming inside of him . . . the heat and flooding and . . . Spanish cursing that William couldn’t understand through the thickly aroused voice and moans . . . his name several times from that mouth.

“Worth being here at nine?” William asked once he had removed himself from Gabe’s lap and they were pulling their jeans back on, neither bothering with their shirts except for William wiping his hand on Gabe’s, earning a glare.

“Maybe.”

“Fucker.”

Gabe gave a cheeky grin.

* * *

The older boy had obviously begun to pack. There were about half a dozen boxes scattered in various rooms around the house. He had, also obviously, been too lazy to bother unpacking. Gabe seemed unable to look at the cardboard receptacles, looking anywhere but at William when he could tell the younger’s eyes had spotted one.

“Baby . . .” William began the third time this happened, reaching out for his boyfriend.

“Whatever.” Gabe turned and stalked from the room, locking himself in his bedroom. William could hear the quiet crying.

He sighed, walking to the door and trying the handle before knocking lightly on the oak door. “Gabey? Sweetie?” ‘Gabey’ usually worked, but not this time.

“Go away.”

“Gabe, come on. You’re taking this way too seriously. I’m not mad or anything.”

“Well, I am, so shut up and go away.”

William narrowed his eyes, kicking the door and cursing before storming into the living room and throwing himself onto the couch, grabbing the remote and jabbing violently at the buttons. Stupid fucking idiot.

So they both couldn’t—or refused—to move. It was going to be plane tickets and a few weeks there and here. It wasn’t like rockstars had great relationships anyway, even if they were in the same band and always around each other. Brendon and Ryan were proof of that, half broken up every other day.

William heard the bedroom door open and footsteps, but he refused to look up. “I’m sorry I yelled at you.” came a voice from the doorway.

“’Kay.”

“Will? Babe?”

“What?”

“Don’t be mad.” More footsteps and then Gabe beside him, slipping an arm around his shoulders. “I’m sorry and . . . let’s go out.” the older suggested. “It’ll be fun. We can have breakfast and then come back and fuck again.”

William gave a small, not quite forced laugh. “Not fast food though. Sit down place.” He turned his head and pressed his lips to Gabe’s cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Breakfast went how most of their meals did, laughter and Gabe staring at William’s meal with vegetarian distaste.

“Sex?” Gabe asked after they were back in the car.

“Yes, baby.” William said patiently. “We can have sex. At home.”

“But the car has tradition.”

“Just because we fucked in it earlier doesn’t mean it has tradition.”

“But . . .”

“Get your libido under control for ten minutes.”

“Road head?”

“That’s dangerous. Your driving sucks bad enough without me sucking your cock.”

“Asshole.”

William smiled.

* * *

“Where is he?”

“At a party. I told him I didn’t want to go, but he could. I just needed to be alone so I could make the call. Gabe doesn’t understand the definition of privacy.” William said, rolling his eyes and picking at the fraying on his jeans.

“Not at all. So what did you call about?”

“Well, it’s . . . the whole Chicago, Jersey, moving thing. He started packing to move to Chicago for me but he . . . couldn’t. And I can’t leave Chicago. I hate Jers—“

“All right, shut up. First thing is, you both can, you just won’t. And he wasn’t moving to Chicago for you. He was moving to Chicago to be with you, for your relationship, because he loves you. At least he tried. You’re such a dumbass with your whole ‘Chicago is the center of the universe with the pretty lights and the coffee shops and the clubs and blah blah blah’.”

“Hey, shut—“

“Oh, fuck no. You knew what you were getting into when you called me. You shut up. You have to decide which is more important to you, Gabe or Chicago. Which is better? The guy who loves you to death, who fucks you in the airport parking lot because he can’t wait to touch you, the guy who calls you crying because he can’t do what he thinks you want so much? Or Chicago? Chicago never loved you back, Will.”

There was silence. William stared at the wall, barely blinking. “I’ve got to go.”

“Think about it.”

“Why do you think I have to go?”

There was a sigh. “Bye, Will.”

“Bye.”

The brunette threw himself backward on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Chicago never loved you back. His family was in Chicago. His friends were in Chicago. Chicago was his home. But Gabe was his . . . soul mate? Stupid word in his opinion, but fitting.

He’d have to ask Gabe to slow down the drinking, not show up drunk every night. He could go home whenever he needed to. Plus, he was a rockstar. Tours didn’t give him much time at home anyway. He really ought to be spending that time with his boyfriend.

Jersey was ugly. Gabe was beautiful. The sex was beyond amazing. It evened out, he supposed. Or would eventually. He could get used to the ugly of Jersey and fly to Chicago when it got to be too much.

Right?

Chicago lights or the Jersey shore?

Home. Alone. Or Gabe in Jersey?

* * *

“You need to quit drinking so much.” William said the next day over lunch. He looked at his boyfriend seriously. “I want you to have two days a week when you’re sober. Or not drunk at least.”

“Where’d this come from?” Gabe asked, narrowing his eyes. He didn’t like the accusation that he was an alcoholic especially when he knew damn well that he was an alcoholic.

“If I’m going to move here I don’t want you drunk all the time. I like seeing you sober sometimes. I don’t want you to quit drinking all together.” William rushed to say. “I drink. We drink together. That’s fine. Just . . . not all the—“

“Wait, what?” Gabe’s eyes lightened. “I-If you move here? Are you . . . you’re leaving Chicago? For me?”

“To be with you. For us.” William said, repeating the words that had been spoken into his ear earlier.

“Really?” Gabe’s eyes shone with tears.

“Will you do the drinking thing?”

“Yes.” the older whispered.

“Then, yes, I’ll move to Jersey.”

Gabe knocked his chair over standing up, practically running to William and pulling him up, bringing their lips together. Hard. “I love you. I love you so much.”

William brought his arms around Gabe, deepening the kiss. It would be worth it. This was the proof.

Chicago couldn’t kiss him like this.
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