Three Days 'til Christmas
Title: Three Day's 'til christmas
Series: Christmas Countdown
Part: 8 of 10; 3 days 'til Christmas
Pairing: Alex Gaskarth/Jack Barakat
Author alexgokart
Rating: NC-17
Summary "With three days 'til Christmas my sexy boyfriend gave to me..."
Warning: Sexiness
A/N: So Christmas is long gone, and I have a list of excuses for why this is so late. I've been crazy busy since Christmas Eve until yesterday with parties and dinners and I just haven't had time to write, and when I did I ended up scrapping it. But now I should be able to get the rest of this done real fast. Hopefully I don't jinx it. Also the end of this is a little rushed, but I can't not update this for yet another day and I'm way too tired to stay up working on it. So you get it now yay! I hope you all had a sexy Christmas.
Previous Parts
Jack finds his eighth scarcely hidden note from Alex early the next afternoon, tucked inside one of the woollen gloves that he had been pulling on in preparation of his daily duty of shovelling the ever falling snow.
However, that morning when he’d woken, neither the anticipated letters nor Alex himself were the immediate thoughts on his mind, and that was the first time in a long time since they had been unrelated to the brown-eyed brunet. There was only one thing that freaked Jack out enough to tear his mind off his significant other completely, and that certain thing had called him the night before, just as he’d been dozing off to sleep beside a passed-out Alex.
Joyce Barakat had never really had a keen sense of either time or personal space, and that proved to still be relevant as Jack’s phone vibrated with her caller I.D at near on midnight. It wasn’t that Jack disliked his mother or calls from her; he actually loved his mum a whole lot, she’d always been his hero, what with her caring heart and cooking skills. She had been his best friend as a child and was still a shoulder to cry on when the real world got a bit too heavy for him. He cherished his days visiting her and spent every past Christmas with the woman and her home-baked cookies, but this year he wouldn’t be passing the holiday with her, he was finally spending it alone with Alex, and although that was the single most exciting thing he’d planned all year, it still brought about that scenario that scared the living crap out of him.
If he wasn’t coming to her, she would come to him.
His mum was coming to visit them that night. Just ‘popping in to say hello’ on her way home from work. Sure, it sounded innocent enough, but Jack knew his mother’s secret language; hell, he’d adapted his own little code words off the woman. Quick never meant quick, and by visiting she meant staying for hours and inspecting every corner of his house, commenting on his living arrangements and trying to clean anything that wasn’t entirely spotless, and not in a mean way, she wasn’t judging him, it was just her nature. She still saw him as her little baby boy and would probably forever treat him like that, that’s just how she was, and to say it’s embarrassing to endure in front of Alex - or anyone - was an understatement.
Another thing fixed permanently into Joyce’s personality was that lingering European tendency to insist on force feeding their guests anything and everything in the house, and as great as that is when they go to her house, Jack didn’t really acquire her skills in the kitchen, so it’d just make him feel more childlike when she most likely showed up with some kind of pre-made dish, even though Alex was practically a chef compared to him. He knew she didn’t come over expecting to be pampered, but dare he say it, he wanted to impress her. But he couldn’t exactly do that if he didn’t have the first clue about cooking; sure, he’d attempted it multiple times but it never worked, something had always gone wrong and it had just been silently decided that for the most part, the cooking was left up to Alex. He really didn’t have anything to show her that made it sink in that he was an adult now, that she could stop treating him like he was still fourteen, but he doubted anything would work regardless and he’d be stuck with the embarrassment for the rest of his life.
And that was why he feared visits and calls from his mother, and also why he was putting in extra effort to actually get the house cleaned so maybe she’d forget how messy he was as a teenager and stop trying to clean up after him, even if he totally hadn’t outgrown the habit at all. That late night phone call now had him fretting about every miniscule thing he had to do that day before she showed up on their doorstep at six o’clock sharp, and sometimes he wished she was a little more organised and less out-of-the-blue when it came to visits.
One of those things on his mental to-do list was clearing the two car parking space outside his house of all traces of snow, and that’s how, in his panicked rush, he’d found Alex’s dark blue note.
The older boy hadn’t seemed nearly as anxious as Jack about having Joyce as a guest - in fact, he’d simply loved the idea. They hadn’t had the woman over for a proper dinner since Alex had first moved in, only three months after Jack himself had found the house, so it was somewhat of a late housewarming. Back then, things had been rather awkward since the two hadn’t known each other all that well, only having met on a few occasions, but now they’d become much more than accustomed to one another. Joyce absolutely adored Alex, and he the same, so he wasn’t worried in the slightest. He didn’t understand why Jack was apprehensive at all; they all got along and Joyce was an absolute sweetheart, and plus, the elder just loved to mock him for days after with ‘Jacky are you washing your clothes, sweetie did you brush your teeth, be careful with those scissors Jacky. Jacky, Jacky, Jacky…’
Alex wasn’t feeling uneasy at all and that was made rather blatant in his note, since his mind was obviously still stuck on other plans for the night. And maybe that was enough to melt Jack’s worries and make him smile, if only for the moment.
With three days ‘til Christmas my sexy boyfriend gave to me: three sex toys
Three sex toys to use on his hot boyfriend sounded a whole lot more appealing than a four hour dinner date with his mother and a day filled with spontaneous cleaning and re-arranging, and it was something that would surely calm his nerves down, but alas, Alex was still working until five. Which meant he barely had enough time to drive home and get the lasagne prepared and in the oven, let alone have drawn out, calming sex before his mother got there. Unless they wanted to risk her walking in on them fucking, and that wasn’t on Jack’s list of things to do today, to be honest.
So as excited as Jack was to see what Alex’s body held for him tonight, he was still stressed out to the point of screaming, and he just kind of wished his boyfriend could be there to make everything feel better, because Alex was an expert at that.
-&-
Alex was pleasantly surprised when he shuffled into his house at ten past five that afternoon, thick eyebrows rising high in amazement as his gaze swept across the spotless living room, glass surfaces gleaming and the floor tiles polished to the point he could fix his hair in them. Jack appeared to have gone all out with the cleaning today, and that could only ever mean two things - either Alex had left the house annoyed at him, or he was nervous about somebody seeing his living space. And considering Alex wasn’t mad, it seemed Jack was freaking about his mum’s visit.
Alex traipsed his way throughout the entire house, and the only thing that seemed even slightly out of place was Jack himself. Alex had to laugh, because the boy endures one day of physical work and he was fast asleep by five, spread out across the entirety of their bed, limbs strewn around him. Who knew such a skinny boy could take up so much space.
Alex rolled his eyes fondly with a smile, setting down the multiple bags in his hands silently on his bedside table before carefully tip-toeing back downstairs into the kitchen.
Jack still hadn’t moved an inch when Alex climbed his way back upstairs a half an hour later, creeping slyly into the dim bedroom, still air only disturbed by Jack’s heavy breathing. He must have actually been half dead or something, because he didn’t even stir in the slightest as Alex swung one leg over his waist, straddling his sleeping form and plonking down on his upper thighs. The conscious brunet cocked his head to the side in amusement when Jack just snored on beneath him.
“Jack.” He tried with a drawn-out whisper, leaning down to nudge his nose against his boyfriend’s jaw, hot breath fanning out against his exposed neck “Wakey, wakey, hands off snakey.”
Still nothing.
Alex smirked cheekily at the unresponsive body, eyes glinting with an idea as his fingers slowly walked down his gently rising and falling chest. Fingertips trailing down the soft material of his shirt, down to the waistline of his jeans, and then he was cupping his crotch with his palm and pressing down firmly.
Jack took a sharp breath in his sleep, his already slightly inflated dick twitching beneath his clothes and hips tensing up. Alex’s magic fingers kept rubbing, squeezing the girth of his cock teasingly as he felt it grow under his hot hand, watching with glee as Jack’s body began to react and come to life. By the time the younger’s hazy brown eyes were finally fluttering open, Alex had got his heart pounding and erection painfully noticeable.
“Morning, sunshine.” Alex chuckled, voice low.
“What are you doing?” Jack gurgled groggily, looking around with confused, sleepy eyes, as if he was never supposed to have fallen asleep.
“Shh.” Alex hushed, grinning against the skin of Jack’s cheek as he leant forward, nimble fingers making quick work of unbuttoning his pants. “Just relax.”
“But it’s almost six.” Jack protested half-heartedly as the blurriness passed and he managed to focus on their alarm clock. The pulsing in his pants was begging him to just let Alex touch his cock, but he definitely did not want to risk his mother showing up while his dick was in his boyfriends’ mouth.
He felt like a teenager trying to subtly get himself off again.
“Dinner’s in the oven and we still have fifteen minutes.” Alex shrugged off without a care, distracted by his war with Jack’s tight pants and semi-willing body.
“Yeah, but - ah!” Jack yelped in surprise as Alex gave up on being careful and yanked them down with an extra sharp tug, pulling the denim over his ass, down his legs and finally off his body. How was Jack supposed to stop him now - he wasn’t even wearing any underwear to hide his flushed, proud cock.
“Fuck, fine.” He surrendered with a huff, not needing all that much persuasion as his head fell back onto the pillow, bent legs spreading easily with Alex’s handling to let the elder get comfortable between them.
The tensed sigh from a day of stress left his body as he felt moist lips press to the prickled skin just above his cock, Alex’s tongue lapping out to tease and drag around the base, breath cooling against the wet patches it left behind. Jack’s hands took purchase on the sheets in anticipation as Alex’s mouth dropped down instead to the underside, sucking gently at the tightening skin of his balls and making the younger’s eyes droop shut. He was weak when it came to Alex’s blowjobs, but he couldn’t really be blamed - years of practise had served him well.
Except Alex’s mouth didn’t wrap around his head and sink his cock deep into his throat like Jack had expected. The taunting little flicks and licks of his tongue around the sensitive spots on his manhood were distracting enough for Alex to slide something small and slippery from the plastic in his pocket, with Jack none the wiser. At least until it was pressing tight against Jack’s puckered entrance, the solid object small and lubricated enough to slide right in with one smooth push, taking Jack by complete and utter surprise as it slid right up into his ass.
“Fuck!” The unsuspecting younger cried, slightly pained from the unanticipated intrusion, back arching and legs instinctively squeezing Alex between them. “What the fuck - Alex!”
Alex grinned impudently, lunging up to hover over Jack’s shell-shocked body, looking rather pleased with himself as Jack stared up with wide eyes.
“I’m assuming you got my note from this morning, yes?” Alex cocked an eyebrow, going out of his way to make sure his stomach brushed the head of Jack’s stiff cock, his breath hitching at the touch on neglected skin.
“Yes, three sex toys, but what-“ Jack grunted, hips adjusting and rocking a little, feeling whatever Alex pushed inside him shift slightly and - oh, that felt nice “w-what’s in my ass?”
“Baby, say hello to sex toy number one.” Alex giggled, leaning back to sit on his ankles and loving the way Jack’s eyes lingered on his long fingers as they tugged something else from his front pocket; a tiny, black remote with a single blue button. “The vibrating egg.”
And Jack didn’t even know what hit him when Alex’s finger pressed down that deceivingly innocent button. His entire body felt like it was bursting with pleasure, the little oval toy inside him buzzing and vibrating, pressed right up against his prostate, and Jack couldn’t suppress the moan that tore through his lips.
“Pretty neat, huh?” Alex mused as he switched it back off, leaving Jack to gasp for his lost breath. “And this is also the start of my little…challenge. Let’s see how good you can play along, baby boy.”
“What - what do I have to do?” Jack nibbled at his lip, focusing on trying not to rock his hips down on the pressure to his spot.
“Everything I say, starting with wearing this all night. If you misbehave, I’ll have to shock you, and you wouldn’t want to make those gorgeous, slutty noises in front of your mother, would you? I don’t think she’d let you kiss her with that mouth if she ever heard the things I’ve made you say.” Alex was grinning so hard at the look on Jack’s face that his cheeks felt close to cracking, twiddling the key to Jack’s undoing between his fingers.
“Wait, I’m not- no, I’m not wearing this around mum.” Jack scoffed. And he wasn’t sure if he regretted it or not when Alex flicked the toy on and off again, inducing another raw moan.
“Oh really?” Alex challenged “Well then I guess you’re not getting laid tonight either, such a shame to let those other two toys go to waste. Maybe I’ll just have to keep them to use on myself because your dick isn’t going to be getting much action from now on if you don’t play by my rules.”
Jack’s response should have been simple, that there was no way he would have a sex toy up his ass around his poor, unaware mother, but this wasn’t fair. Alex couldn’t bribe him with sex, he was a guy, a really fucking horny one at that, dick almost leaking and body craving that buzz. How was he supposed to say no and risk getting blue balls? His penis could fall off, you know, it’d happened to guys before, he was sure of it.
“Fine, okay. I’ll wear it.” Jack groaned in defeat, justifying his fucked up actions with at least your cock won’t fall off and just trying to ignore he was a bad son.
“Good.” Alex beamed, looking way too fucking pleased with himself and Jack would totally punch him in the mouth if he didn’t love him so much, plus he kind of needed that mouth to stick around. “Now put your dick away, let’s go downstairs to check on dinner and wait for our guest!”
-&-
“Oh, Jack sweetie! I just love what you’ve done with this kitchen! The spice rack is absolutely gorgeous!” Joyce Barakat gushed as she wandered her way throughout the boys’ house, hand pressed dramatically to her chest as she admired their cosy kitchen.
“Well actually, Alex chose everything for the kitchen.” Jack muttered a little bitterly, because of course his mother would complement the one thing he had nothing to do with. The last time she’d seen the kitchen, when it was decorated by Jack, it consisted of nothing but a microwave and a cheap coffee machine; and then came Alex.
“Well Alex dear, it looks lovely. And whatever’s cooking smells delicious!”
Jack would most likely have been sulking at this point on any other visit from his mother, but right now he was rightly distracted, a little too aware of the silicon toy pushed up inside him, ready to go off at any moment that Alex thought appropriate. He was trying to watch his step - doing all he could not to provoke Alex, and it seemed so far so good, because the toy remained still and thankfully, his boner had gone away after a long list of disturbing thoughts.
Alex grinned proudly at Jack as he thanked the younger’s mother, giving Jack’s hand a squeeze where their fingers were entwined. If Alex wanted to hold hands, Jack didn’t dare take his away. This was going to be a long night.
ldquo;Would you like some wine, Misses Barakat?” Alex offered kindly, face soft and plaint, as if he wasn’t a fucking evil genius working his master plan right before their eyes. How had Jack ever seen his boyfriend as innocent? He felt like he was stuck inside an overrated scene of Fifty Shades of Grey.
“That’d be lovely.” Joyce beamed at the polite boy hanging off her son’s arm, Jack tensing up as Alex shifted, but he was merely pulling away to grab three wine glasses and a new bottle from the half-empty rack.
“So Jacky, how is your stamp collection coming along?” Joyce asked as Alex handed her one of the glasses filled with the deep red liquid, and great, here we go. They couldn’t go fifteen minutes without her embarrassing him, and the worst part was, she was completely unaware that she was doing it.
“You collect stamps?” Alex chuckled, eyebrows rising in amusement as he took a sip of his own wine, smirking over the glass rim at Jack.
“Oh yes, he has an entire book full, haven’t you shown Alex yet?” She actually sounded surprised, like it was something to be proud of owning at twenty four.
“I was fifteen!” Jack couldn’t help but whine, heated blush beginning to creep up his neck. “Of course I haven’t, I stopped years ago, mum.”
Big mistake.
Jack barely had time to register how he’d slipped up when the egg sprung to life, vibrating hard against the sweet spot inside of him, and it was like a domino effect. His body jolting, his eyes closing and the half-yelp, half-cry of pleasure ripping up his throat.
“Jack?” Joyce called, concern plastering her face at her son’s random outburst “Are you okay sweetie? What’s wrong?”
“Yeah, sweetheart.” Alex chimed in, in a tone only Jack could decipher as mocking. “What’s the matter?”
“I-I,” Jack cleared his throat, taking a calming breath as the toy went still “just uh…stomach pains. I’m fine…” he cleared his throat again, eyes adverting to the floor as he muttered the last word “mummy.”
Jack could practically feel Alex’s grin radiating from the elder, teeth gritting in frustration because Alex was just so dead-set on embarrassing him, forcing him to address his mother by that little nickname he’d called her when he was little. He was basically in the palm of Alex’s hand at this point, and he’d surely be milking this all night long. But God, as much as he hated Alex right now, the buzzing against his prostate had really sparked his hormones back to life and he just wished he could fuck him right here against the fridge. But that would be a little uncalled for with his mum in the room.
“Oh baby, I sure hope you’re not getting sick. Good thing you’re dating a doctor though, isn’t it?” Joyce joked, giving Alex a playful elbow in the side. “He’ll take good care of you, he’s such a lovely boy.”
“Yeah.” Jack forced a laugh through gritted teeth. “He’s just absolutely charming.”
Dinner was hell, to put it bluntly. Or, at least for Jack it was - Alex seemed to be having the time of his life. He basically had his own little servant, the younger boy seeming oh-so keen to go grab him a second plate of lasagne, or to refill his wine glass, or to let his mother tell as many humiliating stories from his childhood as she pleased. It wasn’t like Jack would have minded doing any of those on a normal day - except maybe the last one - but it was the fact he didn’t have a choice, that Alex was trying so damn hard to make Jack look like his bitch that got him so close to snapping every time Alex used that stupid sex toy to his advantage. Jack even had to try his hardest to keep the sour look off his face, because he’d almost chocked to death on his dessert as the egg went off while he took a bite. Just because Alex could make it do that.
And the worst part was, Jack had such a sweet spot for being treated as a submissive it was all actually turning him on. His body seemed to really like it when Alex was in charge, bossing him around and having the power to make him feel so good but so bad at the same time, and it was the most shameful thing he’d ever done, trying to hide his boner as he made casual small talk with his goddamned mother. It was so wrong and he should feel so sick, but all he wanted was to crawl under that table and give Alex head, or let him take him right there on top of it. It didn’t help that Alex looked ridiculously sexy today, he wasn’t sure why, he thinks maybe he changed something about his hair. Whatever it was, it was driving him insane.
And his mum just didn’t seem to want to fucking leave. Jack loved her company, he did, but it was almost nine o’clock and he’d had this vibrating toy in his ass for over three hours and he just needed to get off. But she was still laughing away with Alex, mostly at Jack’s expense, and Jack just wanted to curl up into a ball and die of embarrassment and sexual frustration.
That was until Alex excused himself from the table to use the bathroom, and Joyce piped up with something that finally got Jack’s mind off his selfish dick.
“He’s one of the most incredible people I’ve ever met, Jack.” Joyce said quietly, leaning forward on the cleared table to look at Jack, eyes serious and identical to his. “He’s lovely, and kind, and downright stunning - please tell me you’re holding onto this one.”
Jack was a little caught off guard at that, and despite the situation Alex had him in right now, Jack knew all those things his mother was saying was true. He’d never trade any trait of Alex’s - especially not this kinky side. And the idea that Jack could break things off with him, could leave him like he had his past partners, it hadn’t even occurred to him, because he’d never, ever felt the slightest desire to.
“I know he is, mum.” Jack gushed back, eyes flicking to the bathroom door to make sure he was still out of earshot. “And I…I really think he’s the one.”
“Ask him, baby.” Joyce’s beam was so bright as she took her son’s hands into her own, that Jack could feel it leaking onto his own face. “He’s head over heels for you; he’ll say yes, I know it. Pop the question. I’d love for that dear boy to be in our family.”
To Jack’s relief, Joyce didn’t stay too much longer after Alex’s return to the table, thanking them both over and over for the hospitality and wishing them a Merry Christmas before the two boys showed her out into the freezing cold. The moment Alex was closing the heavy front door and fastening the deadlock, Jack’s mothers’ car driving off into the distance, the smirk he’d been smuggling stretched across his face as he turned to face the boy he’d had flustered and helpless all night - only to find he was no longer next to him.
Curious and a little confused, Alex wandered back into the kitchen they’d just come from, glancing around only to find no sight of his boyfriend. With a distant hum and a shrug, he gathered the remaining dirty dishes off the table, stacking them into the dishwasher before turning it on, deciding to leave the rest of the mess for the next day and making his way towards the stairs. The only other place Jack could really be was in their bedroom, and Alex honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he was getting himself started while waiting for the elder.
Except Alex didn’t get to the stairs. Just as his feet were one step away from the staircase, something strong was halting him from behind, large hands gripping his forearms fiercely and pulling him back into a livid body. One sharp yank and a push, and Alex was pressed against the opposite wall, fenced in by Jack’s body, cheek pressed against the bare plaster as he took a shocked gasp for air.
And Alex was quick, but not as quick as Jack, because when the shorter boy made a desperate grab for the remote in his pocket, Jack’s hand was there first, finally stripping Alex of his weapon and high horse.
“Did you really think,” Jack growled huskily into his ear as he tucked the remote safely into his own pocket, pinning Alex up against the wall as he ground his hard crotch into his ass “that I’d let you keep control like that? Think I’d be your good little bitch all night?”
Jack’s frighteningly calm hand travelled smoothly down Alex’s curved sides, slipping down to grope at the elder’s crotch and feeling the air get stuck in his lungs.
“You’ve been naughty again, Alexander, sweetheart.” Jack whispered, smirking at the goosebumps that prickled his shivering skin “Did you think you’d get away with that, hmm? No, it’s my turn now. You think you’re smart, think you know how to use pleasure as torture? Baby, you don’t know shit.”
Alex choked on a moan as Jack’s rough hands spun him around, crunching his shoulder blades back against the wall, keeping him stuck with a firm gaze. The shorter boy’s breaths were already pants as Jack looked him up and down, running his fingers over his body as if he’d never touched it before, dancing them tauntingly over the bulge in his pants. And then he took his time, sweet and slow, as he began to unravel Alex’s clothing. One by one, tugging them carefully from his eager skin as if he were made of porcelain, ever so slow, until Alex was finally standing naked before him. And the elder didn’t even protest, just accepted his fate and stood there as he watched Jack reach around behind himself, grabbing something large sticking out from his back pocket.
“Did you think you were going to be using these on me?” Jack mused as he ran the tip of the metallic blue silicon down Alex’s chest, back up again, watching it move, head tilted “Or maybe you knew it’d be me all along, because you just take cock so well. Even if it’s not real.”
Jack smirked as Alex bit his lip, something convincing flickering in his honey eyes as they began to darken, the blue dildo travelling up to press at Alex’s lips.
“C’mon baby, show me how good you are with your mouth; I never get to see properly when it’s my dick you’re sucking. And be generous with your spit, because it’s the only lube you’re getting.”
Alex didn’t hesitate, just parted his lips and wrapped his mouth around the top of the fake cock. It was strange, having the synthetic feel on his tongue, but he didn’t complain, didn’t break eye contact with Jack as he took a good amount of the seven inch dildo down his throat. Sure, Alex could suck dick like a slut, but his gag reflex was still intact. He wasn’t a sex doll. And Jack liked that - he liked to hear him choke when he got to his limit.
“Shit.” Jack hissed, feeling his cock strain against his jeans as Alex’s mouth began to work the sex toy, thick saliva running down the sides, over the defined curves, making the colour shine and he swore he could get off to the sight of just this.
But Alex wasn’t quite so sure, and once the toy was slicked up with spit, his puffy lips were pulling off with a loud pop. Giving Jack the eye that told him he didn’t care if he was stretched or not, he needed something in him right fucking now.
“Couch.” Jack instructed, motioning over to the sofa a few paces away “I want you leant over the back, pretty little ass sticking out for me.”
Alex nodded without a word, waiting for Jack’s permission as the taller boy stood aside before making his way over to the flat back of the couch. Jack watched hungrily as his boyfriend leant over, hands pressing against the padded seats and his round ass out, teeth biting at his lip and lusty eyes watching, waiting.
“You think you can take it all?” Jack pondered as he walked up slowly behind Alex, tracing the tip of the slick dildo down Alex’s crack, hearing the elder whine as it pressed teasingly to his entrance. “It’s a lot bigger than me, you know. God, I bet it’d fill you up so good.”
Alex cried out as Jack pressed the sex toy forward just slightly, enough for just the very tip to press into Alex, his body stretching willingly around the intrusion. Ass rocking back to try and push it in further, to find that spot; but Jack just left it like that, admiring the way Alex’s legs parted, tracing a finger around the stretched skin.
“Jack.” Alex choked, hands gripping the material of the couch, entire body lunging forward with the blunt force from Jack twisting and sliding in half way; he wanted Alex to feel the raw burn, the incredible stretch, but he knew he couldn’t take it all at once. “Oh, Jack!”
“That feel nice?” Jack mumbled in Alex’s ear over the elder’s heaving pants, holding the dildo still, letting Alex adjust, though judging by the way his hips were rolling back he could handle a lot more than Jack gave him credit for. “You want it all?”
The noise that fell from Alex’s mouth was downright sinful, Jack didn’t think he’d ever heard something so slutty as the brunet’s head fell forward and hips snapped back, urging Jack to push the sex toy further inside of him. So Jack did - he made sure to draw it out, to make sure Alex felt every single centimetre slide indo him, felt the ridged sides rub at his walls, felt his body give way for more than he’d ever taken. And Alex didn’t know whether to scream or moan as Jack pressed it all in, eyes scrunched up and fingers desperate for purchase. Breathe in, breathe out. It hurts, it burns, it feels so good, so full.
And then it was all the way in, the tip brushing dangerously close to his prostate but Jack wasn’t fucking moving it, he wasn’t doing anything, he was just letting Alex feel. He couldn’t move, he could barely breathe. He needed friction, needed it to fucking move.
“Jack.” Alex whined, voice quivering. Close to tears perhaps? Good. “Oh fuck, Jack please.”
“Please what?” Jack smirked, pulling the toy the slightest inch out, making Alex feel like he was falling apart at the seams. “Please, this?”
And then the head was slamming right into his prostate, making the brunet cry out with pleasure and pain because it was way too much, he was going to fucking break. But it felt so good.
“Yes!” Alex screamed, and he’d wanted Jack to know that this was what he wanted, but when the toy began hitting that spot repeatedly, his tongue couldn’t stop spilling that word. “Yes, yes, yes!”
Alex’s entire body was trembling, knees weak and threatening to give in, clinging to the couch for dear life as he fucked himself back on the dildo, meeting half way as Jack thrust the toy into him hard, again and again, making the elder mewl and gasp and whine and fucking beg. So nice, he was getting so close - and then it stopped. All movement stopped, and the toy was just pressed up tight against his prostate, pleasure still sparking through his veins and it almost hurt because he needed something.
“You’re not getting off that easy.” Jack chuckled, right hand holding the toy in place, smirking as Alex just lay there bent over the couch, shoulders heaving for breaths, in such need. “And you know, I never thanked you for showing me this trick. Who knew it felt so good?”
Another dig in his pocket and there was another toy in Jack’s free hand, something long and familiar - the vibrator Alex had left in his car when he’d helped Jack get off over the phone. And he was switching it on, feeling it buzz to life in his hand before pressing it, just gently, to that spot behind his balls.
The noise Alex made almost had Jack spilling in his pants, because he could have sworn that was almost a sob. Alex was stuck; trapped against the couch with the pressure in the right spot but no movement, like being dangled over shark infested waters. He just wanted to cut the rope and fall, but he was so helpless, his life wasn’t in his own hands anymore.
“Jack!” Alex almost screeched, fingernails tearing apart the fabric of their couch and Jack almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
“It’s not nice is it, feeling hopeless?” Jack huffed against the back of Alex’s neck. “It’s not fun being humiliated, baby. So I want you to say sorry.”
“I - I,” Alex heaved for oxygen. “I-I’m, s-sorry, Jack. Need, I…”
He wasn’t even coherent anymore; just a jumbled string of would-be words and a tripping tongue, but Jack knew what he meant. What he wanted. What he’d do just to feel that release.
The vibrator was gone before Alex’s melted mind could even comprehend what was happening, but the dildo - that left him slow, dragging out and making him feel so empty when it finally fell to the floor by his feet. But that incomplete feeling, it didn’t last long, because Jack was yanking Alex’s body off the couch and dragging him around, both their fumbling hands tearing Jack’s jeans down to his knees, getting his hard cock out of his pants as he fell down onto the seat of the couch. It was like they couldn’t even think anymore, there was no time to think, they both just needed Jack to be inside Alex. To feel that release.
Alex’s dripping lips were attacking Jack’s harshly as he climbed into his lap, and a second was too long to wait as he gripped Jack’s cock and lined it up, sinking down without a problem, still hot and tight after everything he’d taken.
Jack groaned, teeth sinking into Alex’s shoulder as he began to grind up, the elder’s weak legs still managing to start up something. It wasn’t a rhythm, it was sloppy and rushed and he was barely even bouncing, it was just this dirty grind of Jack’s cock on his prostate and Alex’s ass clenching around him. Until Jack’s blind, fumbling fingers found the remote he’d hidden in his pocket, and was pressing the button forcefully.
The younger bit down hard enough on Alex’s bottom lip to draw blood as the egg inside him started up that sweet buzz, sending those incredible bolts of energy to every cell in his being. And with Alex sweaty, screaming and sitting on his cock, he was headed straight for the clouds, vision starting to white out.
Jack was grinding down on the vibrating toy pressing up his spot, his desperate rocks of the hips bringing Alex’s ass down around him harder, and that’s all he could take. He was coming hard, fingernails raking down his boyfriend’s back as he shot hot and hard into the boy above him. It felt like he was fucking flying, it took him that high.
He felt Alex collapse as he came down, his panting, weightless body holding onto Jack just to keep from falling apart, the sticky warmth spread out between both of them a telltale sign that Alex had come just as hard.
“Oh my God.” Jack gasped, heart thudding in his chest as he clutched the brunet close to him. He wasn’t even sure if he was conscious anymore. “That, oh my fucking…”
“We,” Alex’s voice was feeble, body limp, seconds from passing out in Jack’s arms “we should have your mother over more often.”
Series: Christmas Countdown
Part: 8 of 10; 3 days 'til Christmas
Pairing: Alex Gaskarth/Jack Barakat
Author alexgokart
Rating: NC-17
Summary "With three days 'til Christmas my sexy boyfriend gave to me..."
Warning: Sexiness
A/N: So Christmas is long gone, and I have a list of excuses for why this is so late. I've been crazy busy since Christmas Eve until yesterday with parties and dinners and I just haven't had time to write, and when I did I ended up scrapping it. But now I should be able to get the rest of this done real fast. Hopefully I don't jinx it. Also the end of this is a little rushed, but I can't not update this for yet another day and I'm way too tired to stay up working on it. So you get it now yay! I hope you all had a sexy Christmas.
Previous Parts
Jack finds his eighth scarcely hidden note from Alex early the next afternoon, tucked inside one of the woollen gloves that he had been pulling on in preparation of his daily duty of shovelling the ever falling snow.
However, that morning when he’d woken, neither the anticipated letters nor Alex himself were the immediate thoughts on his mind, and that was the first time in a long time since they had been unrelated to the brown-eyed brunet. There was only one thing that freaked Jack out enough to tear his mind off his significant other completely, and that certain thing had called him the night before, just as he’d been dozing off to sleep beside a passed-out Alex.
Joyce Barakat had never really had a keen sense of either time or personal space, and that proved to still be relevant as Jack’s phone vibrated with her caller I.D at near on midnight. It wasn’t that Jack disliked his mother or calls from her; he actually loved his mum a whole lot, she’d always been his hero, what with her caring heart and cooking skills. She had been his best friend as a child and was still a shoulder to cry on when the real world got a bit too heavy for him. He cherished his days visiting her and spent every past Christmas with the woman and her home-baked cookies, but this year he wouldn’t be passing the holiday with her, he was finally spending it alone with Alex, and although that was the single most exciting thing he’d planned all year, it still brought about that scenario that scared the living crap out of him.
If he wasn’t coming to her, she would come to him.
His mum was coming to visit them that night. Just ‘popping in to say hello’ on her way home from work. Sure, it sounded innocent enough, but Jack knew his mother’s secret language; hell, he’d adapted his own little code words off the woman. Quick never meant quick, and by visiting she meant staying for hours and inspecting every corner of his house, commenting on his living arrangements and trying to clean anything that wasn’t entirely spotless, and not in a mean way, she wasn’t judging him, it was just her nature. She still saw him as her little baby boy and would probably forever treat him like that, that’s just how she was, and to say it’s embarrassing to endure in front of Alex - or anyone - was an understatement.
Another thing fixed permanently into Joyce’s personality was that lingering European tendency to insist on force feeding their guests anything and everything in the house, and as great as that is when they go to her house, Jack didn’t really acquire her skills in the kitchen, so it’d just make him feel more childlike when she most likely showed up with some kind of pre-made dish, even though Alex was practically a chef compared to him. He knew she didn’t come over expecting to be pampered, but dare he say it, he wanted to impress her. But he couldn’t exactly do that if he didn’t have the first clue about cooking; sure, he’d attempted it multiple times but it never worked, something had always gone wrong and it had just been silently decided that for the most part, the cooking was left up to Alex. He really didn’t have anything to show her that made it sink in that he was an adult now, that she could stop treating him like he was still fourteen, but he doubted anything would work regardless and he’d be stuck with the embarrassment for the rest of his life.
And that was why he feared visits and calls from his mother, and also why he was putting in extra effort to actually get the house cleaned so maybe she’d forget how messy he was as a teenager and stop trying to clean up after him, even if he totally hadn’t outgrown the habit at all. That late night phone call now had him fretting about every miniscule thing he had to do that day before she showed up on their doorstep at six o’clock sharp, and sometimes he wished she was a little more organised and less out-of-the-blue when it came to visits.
One of those things on his mental to-do list was clearing the two car parking space outside his house of all traces of snow, and that’s how, in his panicked rush, he’d found Alex’s dark blue note.
The older boy hadn’t seemed nearly as anxious as Jack about having Joyce as a guest - in fact, he’d simply loved the idea. They hadn’t had the woman over for a proper dinner since Alex had first moved in, only three months after Jack himself had found the house, so it was somewhat of a late housewarming. Back then, things had been rather awkward since the two hadn’t known each other all that well, only having met on a few occasions, but now they’d become much more than accustomed to one another. Joyce absolutely adored Alex, and he the same, so he wasn’t worried in the slightest. He didn’t understand why Jack was apprehensive at all; they all got along and Joyce was an absolute sweetheart, and plus, the elder just loved to mock him for days after with ‘Jacky are you washing your clothes, sweetie did you brush your teeth, be careful with those scissors Jacky. Jacky, Jacky, Jacky…’
Alex wasn’t feeling uneasy at all and that was made rather blatant in his note, since his mind was obviously still stuck on other plans for the night. And maybe that was enough to melt Jack’s worries and make him smile, if only for the moment.
With three days ‘til Christmas my sexy boyfriend gave to me: three sex toys
Three sex toys to use on his hot boyfriend sounded a whole lot more appealing than a four hour dinner date with his mother and a day filled with spontaneous cleaning and re-arranging, and it was something that would surely calm his nerves down, but alas, Alex was still working until five. Which meant he barely had enough time to drive home and get the lasagne prepared and in the oven, let alone have drawn out, calming sex before his mother got there. Unless they wanted to risk her walking in on them fucking, and that wasn’t on Jack’s list of things to do today, to be honest.
So as excited as Jack was to see what Alex’s body held for him tonight, he was still stressed out to the point of screaming, and he just kind of wished his boyfriend could be there to make everything feel better, because Alex was an expert at that.
-&-
Alex was pleasantly surprised when he shuffled into his house at ten past five that afternoon, thick eyebrows rising high in amazement as his gaze swept across the spotless living room, glass surfaces gleaming and the floor tiles polished to the point he could fix his hair in them. Jack appeared to have gone all out with the cleaning today, and that could only ever mean two things - either Alex had left the house annoyed at him, or he was nervous about somebody seeing his living space. And considering Alex wasn’t mad, it seemed Jack was freaking about his mum’s visit.
Alex traipsed his way throughout the entire house, and the only thing that seemed even slightly out of place was Jack himself. Alex had to laugh, because the boy endures one day of physical work and he was fast asleep by five, spread out across the entirety of their bed, limbs strewn around him. Who knew such a skinny boy could take up so much space.
Alex rolled his eyes fondly with a smile, setting down the multiple bags in his hands silently on his bedside table before carefully tip-toeing back downstairs into the kitchen.
Jack still hadn’t moved an inch when Alex climbed his way back upstairs a half an hour later, creeping slyly into the dim bedroom, still air only disturbed by Jack’s heavy breathing. He must have actually been half dead or something, because he didn’t even stir in the slightest as Alex swung one leg over his waist, straddling his sleeping form and plonking down on his upper thighs. The conscious brunet cocked his head to the side in amusement when Jack just snored on beneath him.
“Jack.” He tried with a drawn-out whisper, leaning down to nudge his nose against his boyfriend’s jaw, hot breath fanning out against his exposed neck “Wakey, wakey, hands off snakey.”
Still nothing.
Alex smirked cheekily at the unresponsive body, eyes glinting with an idea as his fingers slowly walked down his gently rising and falling chest. Fingertips trailing down the soft material of his shirt, down to the waistline of his jeans, and then he was cupping his crotch with his palm and pressing down firmly.
Jack took a sharp breath in his sleep, his already slightly inflated dick twitching beneath his clothes and hips tensing up. Alex’s magic fingers kept rubbing, squeezing the girth of his cock teasingly as he felt it grow under his hot hand, watching with glee as Jack’s body began to react and come to life. By the time the younger’s hazy brown eyes were finally fluttering open, Alex had got his heart pounding and erection painfully noticeable.
“Morning, sunshine.” Alex chuckled, voice low.
“What are you doing?” Jack gurgled groggily, looking around with confused, sleepy eyes, as if he was never supposed to have fallen asleep.
“Shh.” Alex hushed, grinning against the skin of Jack’s cheek as he leant forward, nimble fingers making quick work of unbuttoning his pants. “Just relax.”
“But it’s almost six.” Jack protested half-heartedly as the blurriness passed and he managed to focus on their alarm clock. The pulsing in his pants was begging him to just let Alex touch his cock, but he definitely did not want to risk his mother showing up while his dick was in his boyfriends’ mouth.
He felt like a teenager trying to subtly get himself off again.
“Dinner’s in the oven and we still have fifteen minutes.” Alex shrugged off without a care, distracted by his war with Jack’s tight pants and semi-willing body.
“Yeah, but - ah!” Jack yelped in surprise as Alex gave up on being careful and yanked them down with an extra sharp tug, pulling the denim over his ass, down his legs and finally off his body. How was Jack supposed to stop him now - he wasn’t even wearing any underwear to hide his flushed, proud cock.
“Fuck, fine.” He surrendered with a huff, not needing all that much persuasion as his head fell back onto the pillow, bent legs spreading easily with Alex’s handling to let the elder get comfortable between them.
The tensed sigh from a day of stress left his body as he felt moist lips press to the prickled skin just above his cock, Alex’s tongue lapping out to tease and drag around the base, breath cooling against the wet patches it left behind. Jack’s hands took purchase on the sheets in anticipation as Alex’s mouth dropped down instead to the underside, sucking gently at the tightening skin of his balls and making the younger’s eyes droop shut. He was weak when it came to Alex’s blowjobs, but he couldn’t really be blamed - years of practise had served him well.
Except Alex’s mouth didn’t wrap around his head and sink his cock deep into his throat like Jack had expected. The taunting little flicks and licks of his tongue around the sensitive spots on his manhood were distracting enough for Alex to slide something small and slippery from the plastic in his pocket, with Jack none the wiser. At least until it was pressing tight against Jack’s puckered entrance, the solid object small and lubricated enough to slide right in with one smooth push, taking Jack by complete and utter surprise as it slid right up into his ass.
“Fuck!” The unsuspecting younger cried, slightly pained from the unanticipated intrusion, back arching and legs instinctively squeezing Alex between them. “What the fuck - Alex!”
Alex grinned impudently, lunging up to hover over Jack’s shell-shocked body, looking rather pleased with himself as Jack stared up with wide eyes.
“I’m assuming you got my note from this morning, yes?” Alex cocked an eyebrow, going out of his way to make sure his stomach brushed the head of Jack’s stiff cock, his breath hitching at the touch on neglected skin.
“Yes, three sex toys, but what-“ Jack grunted, hips adjusting and rocking a little, feeling whatever Alex pushed inside him shift slightly and - oh, that felt nice “w-what’s in my ass?”
“Baby, say hello to sex toy number one.” Alex giggled, leaning back to sit on his ankles and loving the way Jack’s eyes lingered on his long fingers as they tugged something else from his front pocket; a tiny, black remote with a single blue button. “The vibrating egg.”
And Jack didn’t even know what hit him when Alex’s finger pressed down that deceivingly innocent button. His entire body felt like it was bursting with pleasure, the little oval toy inside him buzzing and vibrating, pressed right up against his prostate, and Jack couldn’t suppress the moan that tore through his lips.
“Pretty neat, huh?” Alex mused as he switched it back off, leaving Jack to gasp for his lost breath. “And this is also the start of my little…challenge. Let’s see how good you can play along, baby boy.”
“What - what do I have to do?” Jack nibbled at his lip, focusing on trying not to rock his hips down on the pressure to his spot.
“Everything I say, starting with wearing this all night. If you misbehave, I’ll have to shock you, and you wouldn’t want to make those gorgeous, slutty noises in front of your mother, would you? I don’t think she’d let you kiss her with that mouth if she ever heard the things I’ve made you say.” Alex was grinning so hard at the look on Jack’s face that his cheeks felt close to cracking, twiddling the key to Jack’s undoing between his fingers.
“Wait, I’m not- no, I’m not wearing this around mum.” Jack scoffed. And he wasn’t sure if he regretted it or not when Alex flicked the toy on and off again, inducing another raw moan.
“Oh really?” Alex challenged “Well then I guess you’re not getting laid tonight either, such a shame to let those other two toys go to waste. Maybe I’ll just have to keep them to use on myself because your dick isn’t going to be getting much action from now on if you don’t play by my rules.”
Jack’s response should have been simple, that there was no way he would have a sex toy up his ass around his poor, unaware mother, but this wasn’t fair. Alex couldn’t bribe him with sex, he was a guy, a really fucking horny one at that, dick almost leaking and body craving that buzz. How was he supposed to say no and risk getting blue balls? His penis could fall off, you know, it’d happened to guys before, he was sure of it.
“Fine, okay. I’ll wear it.” Jack groaned in defeat, justifying his fucked up actions with at least your cock won’t fall off and just trying to ignore he was a bad son.
“Good.” Alex beamed, looking way too fucking pleased with himself and Jack would totally punch him in the mouth if he didn’t love him so much, plus he kind of needed that mouth to stick around. “Now put your dick away, let’s go downstairs to check on dinner and wait for our guest!”
-&-
“Oh, Jack sweetie! I just love what you’ve done with this kitchen! The spice rack is absolutely gorgeous!” Joyce Barakat gushed as she wandered her way throughout the boys’ house, hand pressed dramatically to her chest as she admired their cosy kitchen.
“Well actually, Alex chose everything for the kitchen.” Jack muttered a little bitterly, because of course his mother would complement the one thing he had nothing to do with. The last time she’d seen the kitchen, when it was decorated by Jack, it consisted of nothing but a microwave and a cheap coffee machine; and then came Alex.
“Well Alex dear, it looks lovely. And whatever’s cooking smells delicious!”
Jack would most likely have been sulking at this point on any other visit from his mother, but right now he was rightly distracted, a little too aware of the silicon toy pushed up inside him, ready to go off at any moment that Alex thought appropriate. He was trying to watch his step - doing all he could not to provoke Alex, and it seemed so far so good, because the toy remained still and thankfully, his boner had gone away after a long list of disturbing thoughts.
Alex grinned proudly at Jack as he thanked the younger’s mother, giving Jack’s hand a squeeze where their fingers were entwined. If Alex wanted to hold hands, Jack didn’t dare take his away. This was going to be a long night.
ldquo;Would you like some wine, Misses Barakat?” Alex offered kindly, face soft and plaint, as if he wasn’t a fucking evil genius working his master plan right before their eyes. How had Jack ever seen his boyfriend as innocent? He felt like he was stuck inside an overrated scene of Fifty Shades of Grey.
“That’d be lovely.” Joyce beamed at the polite boy hanging off her son’s arm, Jack tensing up as Alex shifted, but he was merely pulling away to grab three wine glasses and a new bottle from the half-empty rack.
“So Jacky, how is your stamp collection coming along?” Joyce asked as Alex handed her one of the glasses filled with the deep red liquid, and great, here we go. They couldn’t go fifteen minutes without her embarrassing him, and the worst part was, she was completely unaware that she was doing it.
“You collect stamps?” Alex chuckled, eyebrows rising in amusement as he took a sip of his own wine, smirking over the glass rim at Jack.
“Oh yes, he has an entire book full, haven’t you shown Alex yet?” She actually sounded surprised, like it was something to be proud of owning at twenty four.
“I was fifteen!” Jack couldn’t help but whine, heated blush beginning to creep up his neck. “Of course I haven’t, I stopped years ago, mum.”
Big mistake.
Jack barely had time to register how he’d slipped up when the egg sprung to life, vibrating hard against the sweet spot inside of him, and it was like a domino effect. His body jolting, his eyes closing and the half-yelp, half-cry of pleasure ripping up his throat.
“Jack?” Joyce called, concern plastering her face at her son’s random outburst “Are you okay sweetie? What’s wrong?”
“Yeah, sweetheart.” Alex chimed in, in a tone only Jack could decipher as mocking. “What’s the matter?”
“I-I,” Jack cleared his throat, taking a calming breath as the toy went still “just uh…stomach pains. I’m fine…” he cleared his throat again, eyes adverting to the floor as he muttered the last word “mummy.”
Jack could practically feel Alex’s grin radiating from the elder, teeth gritting in frustration because Alex was just so dead-set on embarrassing him, forcing him to address his mother by that little nickname he’d called her when he was little. He was basically in the palm of Alex’s hand at this point, and he’d surely be milking this all night long. But God, as much as he hated Alex right now, the buzzing against his prostate had really sparked his hormones back to life and he just wished he could fuck him right here against the fridge. But that would be a little uncalled for with his mum in the room.
“Oh baby, I sure hope you’re not getting sick. Good thing you’re dating a doctor though, isn’t it?” Joyce joked, giving Alex a playful elbow in the side. “He’ll take good care of you, he’s such a lovely boy.”
“Yeah.” Jack forced a laugh through gritted teeth. “He’s just absolutely charming.”
Dinner was hell, to put it bluntly. Or, at least for Jack it was - Alex seemed to be having the time of his life. He basically had his own little servant, the younger boy seeming oh-so keen to go grab him a second plate of lasagne, or to refill his wine glass, or to let his mother tell as many humiliating stories from his childhood as she pleased. It wasn’t like Jack would have minded doing any of those on a normal day - except maybe the last one - but it was the fact he didn’t have a choice, that Alex was trying so damn hard to make Jack look like his bitch that got him so close to snapping every time Alex used that stupid sex toy to his advantage. Jack even had to try his hardest to keep the sour look off his face, because he’d almost chocked to death on his dessert as the egg went off while he took a bite. Just because Alex could make it do that.
And the worst part was, Jack had such a sweet spot for being treated as a submissive it was all actually turning him on. His body seemed to really like it when Alex was in charge, bossing him around and having the power to make him feel so good but so bad at the same time, and it was the most shameful thing he’d ever done, trying to hide his boner as he made casual small talk with his goddamned mother. It was so wrong and he should feel so sick, but all he wanted was to crawl under that table and give Alex head, or let him take him right there on top of it. It didn’t help that Alex looked ridiculously sexy today, he wasn’t sure why, he thinks maybe he changed something about his hair. Whatever it was, it was driving him insane.
And his mum just didn’t seem to want to fucking leave. Jack loved her company, he did, but it was almost nine o’clock and he’d had this vibrating toy in his ass for over three hours and he just needed to get off. But she was still laughing away with Alex, mostly at Jack’s expense, and Jack just wanted to curl up into a ball and die of embarrassment and sexual frustration.
That was until Alex excused himself from the table to use the bathroom, and Joyce piped up with something that finally got Jack’s mind off his selfish dick.
“He’s one of the most incredible people I’ve ever met, Jack.” Joyce said quietly, leaning forward on the cleared table to look at Jack, eyes serious and identical to his. “He’s lovely, and kind, and downright stunning - please tell me you’re holding onto this one.”
Jack was a little caught off guard at that, and despite the situation Alex had him in right now, Jack knew all those things his mother was saying was true. He’d never trade any trait of Alex’s - especially not this kinky side. And the idea that Jack could break things off with him, could leave him like he had his past partners, it hadn’t even occurred to him, because he’d never, ever felt the slightest desire to.
“I know he is, mum.” Jack gushed back, eyes flicking to the bathroom door to make sure he was still out of earshot. “And I…I really think he’s the one.”
“Ask him, baby.” Joyce’s beam was so bright as she took her son’s hands into her own, that Jack could feel it leaking onto his own face. “He’s head over heels for you; he’ll say yes, I know it. Pop the question. I’d love for that dear boy to be in our family.”
To Jack’s relief, Joyce didn’t stay too much longer after Alex’s return to the table, thanking them both over and over for the hospitality and wishing them a Merry Christmas before the two boys showed her out into the freezing cold. The moment Alex was closing the heavy front door and fastening the deadlock, Jack’s mothers’ car driving off into the distance, the smirk he’d been smuggling stretched across his face as he turned to face the boy he’d had flustered and helpless all night - only to find he was no longer next to him.
Curious and a little confused, Alex wandered back into the kitchen they’d just come from, glancing around only to find no sight of his boyfriend. With a distant hum and a shrug, he gathered the remaining dirty dishes off the table, stacking them into the dishwasher before turning it on, deciding to leave the rest of the mess for the next day and making his way towards the stairs. The only other place Jack could really be was in their bedroom, and Alex honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he was getting himself started while waiting for the elder.
Except Alex didn’t get to the stairs. Just as his feet were one step away from the staircase, something strong was halting him from behind, large hands gripping his forearms fiercely and pulling him back into a livid body. One sharp yank and a push, and Alex was pressed against the opposite wall, fenced in by Jack’s body, cheek pressed against the bare plaster as he took a shocked gasp for air.
And Alex was quick, but not as quick as Jack, because when the shorter boy made a desperate grab for the remote in his pocket, Jack’s hand was there first, finally stripping Alex of his weapon and high horse.
“Did you really think,” Jack growled huskily into his ear as he tucked the remote safely into his own pocket, pinning Alex up against the wall as he ground his hard crotch into his ass “that I’d let you keep control like that? Think I’d be your good little bitch all night?”
Jack’s frighteningly calm hand travelled smoothly down Alex’s curved sides, slipping down to grope at the elder’s crotch and feeling the air get stuck in his lungs.
“You’ve been naughty again, Alexander, sweetheart.” Jack whispered, smirking at the goosebumps that prickled his shivering skin “Did you think you’d get away with that, hmm? No, it’s my turn now. You think you’re smart, think you know how to use pleasure as torture? Baby, you don’t know shit.”
Alex choked on a moan as Jack’s rough hands spun him around, crunching his shoulder blades back against the wall, keeping him stuck with a firm gaze. The shorter boy’s breaths were already pants as Jack looked him up and down, running his fingers over his body as if he’d never touched it before, dancing them tauntingly over the bulge in his pants. And then he took his time, sweet and slow, as he began to unravel Alex’s clothing. One by one, tugging them carefully from his eager skin as if he were made of porcelain, ever so slow, until Alex was finally standing naked before him. And the elder didn’t even protest, just accepted his fate and stood there as he watched Jack reach around behind himself, grabbing something large sticking out from his back pocket.
“Did you think you were going to be using these on me?” Jack mused as he ran the tip of the metallic blue silicon down Alex’s chest, back up again, watching it move, head tilted “Or maybe you knew it’d be me all along, because you just take cock so well. Even if it’s not real.”
Jack smirked as Alex bit his lip, something convincing flickering in his honey eyes as they began to darken, the blue dildo travelling up to press at Alex’s lips.
“C’mon baby, show me how good you are with your mouth; I never get to see properly when it’s my dick you’re sucking. And be generous with your spit, because it’s the only lube you’re getting.”
Alex didn’t hesitate, just parted his lips and wrapped his mouth around the top of the fake cock. It was strange, having the synthetic feel on his tongue, but he didn’t complain, didn’t break eye contact with Jack as he took a good amount of the seven inch dildo down his throat. Sure, Alex could suck dick like a slut, but his gag reflex was still intact. He wasn’t a sex doll. And Jack liked that - he liked to hear him choke when he got to his limit.
“Shit.” Jack hissed, feeling his cock strain against his jeans as Alex’s mouth began to work the sex toy, thick saliva running down the sides, over the defined curves, making the colour shine and he swore he could get off to the sight of just this.
But Alex wasn’t quite so sure, and once the toy was slicked up with spit, his puffy lips were pulling off with a loud pop. Giving Jack the eye that told him he didn’t care if he was stretched or not, he needed something in him right fucking now.
“Couch.” Jack instructed, motioning over to the sofa a few paces away “I want you leant over the back, pretty little ass sticking out for me.”
Alex nodded without a word, waiting for Jack’s permission as the taller boy stood aside before making his way over to the flat back of the couch. Jack watched hungrily as his boyfriend leant over, hands pressing against the padded seats and his round ass out, teeth biting at his lip and lusty eyes watching, waiting.
“You think you can take it all?” Jack pondered as he walked up slowly behind Alex, tracing the tip of the slick dildo down Alex’s crack, hearing the elder whine as it pressed teasingly to his entrance. “It’s a lot bigger than me, you know. God, I bet it’d fill you up so good.”
Alex cried out as Jack pressed the sex toy forward just slightly, enough for just the very tip to press into Alex, his body stretching willingly around the intrusion. Ass rocking back to try and push it in further, to find that spot; but Jack just left it like that, admiring the way Alex’s legs parted, tracing a finger around the stretched skin.
“Jack.” Alex choked, hands gripping the material of the couch, entire body lunging forward with the blunt force from Jack twisting and sliding in half way; he wanted Alex to feel the raw burn, the incredible stretch, but he knew he couldn’t take it all at once. “Oh, Jack!”
“That feel nice?” Jack mumbled in Alex’s ear over the elder’s heaving pants, holding the dildo still, letting Alex adjust, though judging by the way his hips were rolling back he could handle a lot more than Jack gave him credit for. “You want it all?”
The noise that fell from Alex’s mouth was downright sinful, Jack didn’t think he’d ever heard something so slutty as the brunet’s head fell forward and hips snapped back, urging Jack to push the sex toy further inside of him. So Jack did - he made sure to draw it out, to make sure Alex felt every single centimetre slide indo him, felt the ridged sides rub at his walls, felt his body give way for more than he’d ever taken. And Alex didn’t know whether to scream or moan as Jack pressed it all in, eyes scrunched up and fingers desperate for purchase. Breathe in, breathe out. It hurts, it burns, it feels so good, so full.
And then it was all the way in, the tip brushing dangerously close to his prostate but Jack wasn’t fucking moving it, he wasn’t doing anything, he was just letting Alex feel. He couldn’t move, he could barely breathe. He needed friction, needed it to fucking move.
“Jack.” Alex whined, voice quivering. Close to tears perhaps? Good. “Oh fuck, Jack please.”
“Please what?” Jack smirked, pulling the toy the slightest inch out, making Alex feel like he was falling apart at the seams. “Please, this?”
And then the head was slamming right into his prostate, making the brunet cry out with pleasure and pain because it was way too much, he was going to fucking break. But it felt so good.
“Yes!” Alex screamed, and he’d wanted Jack to know that this was what he wanted, but when the toy began hitting that spot repeatedly, his tongue couldn’t stop spilling that word. “Yes, yes, yes!”
Alex’s entire body was trembling, knees weak and threatening to give in, clinging to the couch for dear life as he fucked himself back on the dildo, meeting half way as Jack thrust the toy into him hard, again and again, making the elder mewl and gasp and whine and fucking beg. So nice, he was getting so close - and then it stopped. All movement stopped, and the toy was just pressed up tight against his prostate, pleasure still sparking through his veins and it almost hurt because he needed something.
“You’re not getting off that easy.” Jack chuckled, right hand holding the toy in place, smirking as Alex just lay there bent over the couch, shoulders heaving for breaths, in such need. “And you know, I never thanked you for showing me this trick. Who knew it felt so good?”
Another dig in his pocket and there was another toy in Jack’s free hand, something long and familiar - the vibrator Alex had left in his car when he’d helped Jack get off over the phone. And he was switching it on, feeling it buzz to life in his hand before pressing it, just gently, to that spot behind his balls.
The noise Alex made almost had Jack spilling in his pants, because he could have sworn that was almost a sob. Alex was stuck; trapped against the couch with the pressure in the right spot but no movement, like being dangled over shark infested waters. He just wanted to cut the rope and fall, but he was so helpless, his life wasn’t in his own hands anymore.
“Jack!” Alex almost screeched, fingernails tearing apart the fabric of their couch and Jack almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
“It’s not nice is it, feeling hopeless?” Jack huffed against the back of Alex’s neck. “It’s not fun being humiliated, baby. So I want you to say sorry.”
“I - I,” Alex heaved for oxygen. “I-I’m, s-sorry, Jack. Need, I…”
He wasn’t even coherent anymore; just a jumbled string of would-be words and a tripping tongue, but Jack knew what he meant. What he wanted. What he’d do just to feel that release.
The vibrator was gone before Alex’s melted mind could even comprehend what was happening, but the dildo - that left him slow, dragging out and making him feel so empty when it finally fell to the floor by his feet. But that incomplete feeling, it didn’t last long, because Jack was yanking Alex’s body off the couch and dragging him around, both their fumbling hands tearing Jack’s jeans down to his knees, getting his hard cock out of his pants as he fell down onto the seat of the couch. It was like they couldn’t even think anymore, there was no time to think, they both just needed Jack to be inside Alex. To feel that release.
Alex’s dripping lips were attacking Jack’s harshly as he climbed into his lap, and a second was too long to wait as he gripped Jack’s cock and lined it up, sinking down without a problem, still hot and tight after everything he’d taken.
Jack groaned, teeth sinking into Alex’s shoulder as he began to grind up, the elder’s weak legs still managing to start up something. It wasn’t a rhythm, it was sloppy and rushed and he was barely even bouncing, it was just this dirty grind of Jack’s cock on his prostate and Alex’s ass clenching around him. Until Jack’s blind, fumbling fingers found the remote he’d hidden in his pocket, and was pressing the button forcefully.
The younger bit down hard enough on Alex’s bottom lip to draw blood as the egg inside him started up that sweet buzz, sending those incredible bolts of energy to every cell in his being. And with Alex sweaty, screaming and sitting on his cock, he was headed straight for the clouds, vision starting to white out.
Jack was grinding down on the vibrating toy pressing up his spot, his desperate rocks of the hips bringing Alex’s ass down around him harder, and that’s all he could take. He was coming hard, fingernails raking down his boyfriend’s back as he shot hot and hard into the boy above him. It felt like he was fucking flying, it took him that high.
He felt Alex collapse as he came down, his panting, weightless body holding onto Jack just to keep from falling apart, the sticky warmth spread out between both of them a telltale sign that Alex had come just as hard.
“Oh my God.” Jack gasped, heart thudding in his chest as he clutched the brunet close to him. He wasn’t even sure if he was conscious anymore. “That, oh my fucking…”
“We,” Alex’s voice was feeble, body limp, seconds from passing out in Jack’s arms “we should have your mother over more often.”