Genre- Floof

Words-917

TW- Blood, violence,

Summary- Jack is a hitman and showed up to alex's beaten up and bloody asking for help

"Alex, don't worry, I'll be fine." Alex nodded sadly as Jack kissed his chestnut hair before grabbing his bag and walking out the door. The bag contained two small handguns, a rifle, gloves, and a mask, Jack is a hit-man. It may be somewhat dangerous, and very illegal, but it's a living. Alex was always extremely worried about Jack, especially during missions like this, killing the most major mob boss in Los Angeles. He'd normally do the job, head back to his apartment and get cleaned up, then he'd come to Alex's in the morning.

At around two in the morning, there was a knock on Alex's door, "Who the fuck" Alex grabbed the small pocket knife off his table and went to answer the door, "What do yo- Jack!" Jack was beaten up and bloody, his hair was matted, a long cut on his cheekbone. He had many bruises on his arms and a cut was visible through his now tattered jeans, the black hoodie he was wearing was slashed, and so was the purple tee shirt under it, you could see through the layers.

"Help?" Jack finally muttered questionably, Alex nodded quickly and helped his boyfriend inside. He Sat him down on the kitchen chair and made sure there was no intense bleeding, and ran to the bathroom. He retrieved his first aid kit, some band-aids, an old cloth, and some pain medication and returned to the kitchen.

When he got back to the kitchen Jack had already taken off his tee shirt, and was inspecting his own wounds. Nothing looked to major, except one big gash on his inner arm. "Jack, how did this happen?" Alex asked while wiping down Jack's face with a cloth,

"It's a long story,"

"Well luckily enough, this is a serious clean up job so spill." Alex demanded, and sprayed some antiseptic on his cheek, Jack winced.

"Well, I was on top of the building, getting my rifle lined up. Someone came up behind me and grabbed me. Turns out, he had a knife. We battled for a little till i got him off of me, luckily he only got me with the knife twice, and neither of them hurt that bad, and i slit his throat." Jack explained, this wasn't the first time he got attacked on the job, but it was by far the worst.

"Were you wearing gloves?" Alex was very concerned for his boyfriend, but also didn't want him going to jail. "And did the boss get killed?"

"Yes, always Alex, and of course he did. The eight hundred grand will be in the bank by Monday." Jack rolled his eyes, did Alex think he was a beginner or something? He's been doing this for years, of course the target got killed. "That makes the total two million."

"Jack! That's a lot of money!" Alex was over ecstatic, maybe now Jack could quit this stupid job of his. "Maybe you could quit now?" Alex had to put stitches in the gash on Jack's arm, but luckily he had some practice.

Before Alex went to law school, he was gonna go into nursing school, so he took a medical class his final year of highschool. He learned how to properly administer stitches and such which comes in very handy nowadays.

"Fuck Alex, that hurts," Jack whined as Alex pushed the needle through his skin,

"No dip sherlock. Of course it's gonna fucking hurt." Alex, continued with the stitches with many protests from Jack. It took a total of five stitches to get the skin closed up. Alex then had Jack remove the tattered jeans so he could clean up his legs. There were only two marks on his legs, luckily, and only one of them took any major cleaning,

"There. Now we need a shower."

"We?" Jack questioned,

"Yes. We. I'm stressed and there's blood in your hair." Alex put the last gauze onto Jack's leg and dragged him to the bathroom. As Alex started the water Jack finished getting undressed, "I look like shit," He murmured,as he pressed his fingertip to his cheek and hissed, "I've gotta quit this shit."

"Yes, you do, and stop touching it!" the shower with him and hugged him tightly, "Please stop this, i hate seeing you hurt." Jack placed a kiss onto Alex's head, and played with his wet hair as he thought. They now have two million dollars in the bank, and he hates seeing Alex worry, maybe he could quit for good.

"I will." He spoke softly to Alex and rubbed his back, Alex was everything he needed, "I love you, and i will do anything necessary to make you happy."

"Really?" Alex questioned, Jack nodded, "Oh my god." Alex broke down in tears, but not the sad kind, he was relieved, he'd never have to see Jack hurt like this again, he'd never have to worry when his boyfriend left, he could just live happily. He could live without fear of his boyfriend being put in jail for life, or even worse, dying. Alex could finally just wake up and be happy, and not worried if Jack made it home safe.

"Hey Alex?"

"Yeah Jack?"

"I'll quit on one condition," He spoke as Alex rubbed shampoo in his hair, trying to get out all the matted blood, "If you agree to move in with me."

"Oh my god Jack, of course." Alex kissed his boyfriend lovingly, and smiled the biggest he had all year, "I'll definitely move in with you."

"Great."

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