All Pretty and Petite (Sixteen)
Title: All Pretty And Petite
Authors:
turnthepageover
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: NC-17
POV: Jack
Summary: “Sometimes I just, I wish I was a girl, one just his type. Then we’d be perfect together, you know?”
Disclaimer: We don't own Jack, Alex, or anyone in the lovely band and crew that make up All Time Low. They all own each other. Amen.
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“This thong is obnoxiously uncomfortable,” I told Cassadee, lifting my dress up and pulling it out of my ass. She laughed, grabbing the eyeliner off my dresser.
“Don’t do that at the club,” she told me, and I laughed, straightening a strand of my hair.
“Do I look hot enough to fuck?” I questioned, stepping back and running my hands over my body. I was wearing a tight red dress that just barely covering my ass. It showed off my amazing boobs, which I knew was Jack’s second favorite part of a woman’s body. Two guesses what the first part is.
“Hell yeah,” she answered, making me giggle. “So I take it you’re trying to get some tonight?”
“Fuck yeah,” I snorted. “We’ve been together like, a month and a week. That’s more than enough time to date without looking like a slut.”
She laughed, rolling her eyes.
“Plus you’re just horny,” she said.
I laughed, pushing my boobs up. “It’s been way too long, bro. I haven’t had sex in like.. three months.”
“Why?”
“Because the love of my life didn’t want to touch me until, like, a month ago,” I told her.
“You don’t have to just have sex with Jack. I know you’ve had sex with other people before,” she said, and I sighed.
“I don’t want sex with other people,” I told her. “I can have sex with other people, and I have before. But it doesn’t feel special. It’s just missing that connection. Nothing more than a meaningless fuck.”
“Well you look bangin’, and I hope that’s what you’ll be doing later tonight,” she answered, making me laugh.
“Me too,” I answered.
“So do we have to pick Jack up?” she asked.
“No,” I told her. “He’s gonna meet us at the club.”
“Awesome,” she answered, unplugging the straightener. “Let’s grab Rian and get outta here then.”
***
“Jack better get here soon,” I whined to no one, watching Cassadee and Rian dancing. I had spent about an hour dancing with them and watching the door to wait for Jack to come inside.
I slumped back on the bar stool, pouting and sipping my drink. What the fuck was taking him so long? Was he standing me up? But why? We’ve been so happy together.
I slurped up the rest of my Sex on the Beach, setting the empty glass on the counter.
“Hey, sweetheart, can I buy you another drink?”
I looked to my right, seeing a man who had to be in his late thirties leaning against the bar next to me. I scrunched up my nose, leaning away from him.
“No,” I answered bluntly. I mean, really, why would I accept a drink from a creepy old guy?
“Are you sure? A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be sitting all alone by herself at a bar. Why don’t we get you another drink and I’ll keep you company?” he asked slyly, smiling. Ew. Creep.
“I’m waiting for my boyfriend, actually,” I answered, crossing my legs. I turned my body away from him, looking around behind the bar to decide what my next drink would be.
“Well then I’ll wait with you. Wouldn’t want anyone to try and mess with you.” Ha. Too late for that, huh?
I ignored his presence, running my fingers around the top of my glass. The bartender walked over a few minutes later, giving me a smile.
“Can I get you anything else, miss?”
“A Sloe Comfortable Screw,” I answered, allowing her to take the glass away from me.
“Baby, I can give you that, if that’s all you want,” I heard the voice continue, and I made a disgusted face.
“Ew,” I stated, looking at the man appalled. “Will you please go away? My God.”
“Not until I get a chance to pay for you drink,” he grinned cheekily. “I got a lotta money to blow tonight, honey.”
He held up a wad of bills in his hand, and I rolled my eyes.
“I’m sure there’s a lot of prostitutes who would rather see that money tonight. So fuck off, pervert.”
I ran my fingers through my dark hair, sighing dramatically as I continued to feel his presence.
“Look,” I stated as the bartender set my drink down in front of me. “I’m young enough to be your fucking daughter, so creep on someone your own age, asshole.”
I picked my drink up, walking away and sipping it. I felt a hand on my arm, and I whirled around, tossing it into his face.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” I spat.
He sputtered, wiping the alcohol from his eyes.
“You crazy bitch!”
“Is there a problem?” someone asked, and I felt arms wrap around me protectively. I leaned into Jack, glaring at the other man.
“No,” he spat back, wiping the rest of his face off.
“Good. Now if you’ll please, leave my girlfriend alone,” Jack stated, puffing his chest out as he glared at the older man. The man huffed, shaking his head violently before turning and disappearing back into the crowd of people. “Are you okay?” Jack asked, cupping my face and looking down into my eyes.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I answered, kissing him gently.
“Some guys are such dirtbags. I’m sorry I wasn’t here earlier, I had to help my mom with something. I hope he wasn’t hassling you for too long.”
“Like, five minutes,” I answered, and he shook his head.
“I saw you throw your drink in his face. I rushed right over,” he told me, leading me back to the bar. “I really am sorry I’m so late.”
“Why don’t you make it up to me by buying me another drink?” I questioned, and he smiled.
“Sure. So, what was that guy wearing on his face?”
“A Sloe Comfortable Screw,” I answered.
“Kinky,” he smirked, ordering the drink for me. “So that’s why you taste so fruity.”
He pecked my lips again, making me giggle.
“No. That’s from all the Sex on the Beach,” I answered, and his eyes lit up.
“Oh yeah?” he asked, and I smirked. “You know what’s good after a Sex on the Beach?”
“Hmm?” I hummed, already knowing the answer.
“Sex on the beach,” he mumbled, ducking his head to nibble under my ear. I giggled, digging my nails lightly into his back.
“Here you go, sir,” the bartender said, setting the drink down in front of Jack. He handed her the money, telling her to keep the change. I rolled my eyes at his move to impress me.
“So, what happens if I’ve been drinking more than just Sex on the Beach?” I asked, sipping the drink and looking up at him through my lashes.
“Hmm,” he hummed, thinking. “I guess the best thing after a Sex on the Bach and a Sloe Comfortable Screw, is a slow comfortable screw on the beach.”
“Sounds orgasmic,” I answered.
“Guess we better order you one of those too,” he answered. “I’d hate to not deliver.”
I laughed, bumping my nose with his and kissing him.
“Let’s go dance,” I said, downing my drink before pulling him out onto the dance floor.
You don't get sex yet.
WAH.
Authors:
turnthepageover
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: NC-17
POV: Jack
Summary: “Sometimes I just, I wish I was a girl, one just his type. Then we’d be perfect together, you know?”
Disclaimer: We don't own Jack, Alex, or anyone in the lovely band and crew that make up All Time Low. They all own each other. Amen.
http://turnthepageover.livejournal.com/36869.html
“This thong is obnoxiously uncomfortable,” I told Cassadee, lifting my dress up and pulling it out of my ass. She laughed, grabbing the eyeliner off my dresser.
“Don’t do that at the club,” she told me, and I laughed, straightening a strand of my hair.
“Do I look hot enough to fuck?” I questioned, stepping back and running my hands over my body. I was wearing a tight red dress that just barely covering my ass. It showed off my amazing boobs, which I knew was Jack’s second favorite part of a woman’s body. Two guesses what the first part is.
“Hell yeah,” she answered, making me giggle. “So I take it you’re trying to get some tonight?”
“Fuck yeah,” I snorted. “We’ve been together like, a month and a week. That’s more than enough time to date without looking like a slut.”
She laughed, rolling her eyes.
“Plus you’re just horny,” she said.
I laughed, pushing my boobs up. “It’s been way too long, bro. I haven’t had sex in like.. three months.”
“Why?”
“Because the love of my life didn’t want to touch me until, like, a month ago,” I told her.
“You don’t have to just have sex with Jack. I know you’ve had sex with other people before,” she said, and I sighed.
“I don’t want sex with other people,” I told her. “I can have sex with other people, and I have before. But it doesn’t feel special. It’s just missing that connection. Nothing more than a meaningless fuck.”
“Well you look bangin’, and I hope that’s what you’ll be doing later tonight,” she answered, making me laugh.
“Me too,” I answered.
“So do we have to pick Jack up?” she asked.
“No,” I told her. “He’s gonna meet us at the club.”
“Awesome,” she answered, unplugging the straightener. “Let’s grab Rian and get outta here then.”
***
“Jack better get here soon,” I whined to no one, watching Cassadee and Rian dancing. I had spent about an hour dancing with them and watching the door to wait for Jack to come inside.
I slumped back on the bar stool, pouting and sipping my drink. What the fuck was taking him so long? Was he standing me up? But why? We’ve been so happy together.
I slurped up the rest of my Sex on the Beach, setting the empty glass on the counter.
“Hey, sweetheart, can I buy you another drink?”
I looked to my right, seeing a man who had to be in his late thirties leaning against the bar next to me. I scrunched up my nose, leaning away from him.
“No,” I answered bluntly. I mean, really, why would I accept a drink from a creepy old guy?
“Are you sure? A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be sitting all alone by herself at a bar. Why don’t we get you another drink and I’ll keep you company?” he asked slyly, smiling. Ew. Creep.
“I’m waiting for my boyfriend, actually,” I answered, crossing my legs. I turned my body away from him, looking around behind the bar to decide what my next drink would be.
“Well then I’ll wait with you. Wouldn’t want anyone to try and mess with you.” Ha. Too late for that, huh?
I ignored his presence, running my fingers around the top of my glass. The bartender walked over a few minutes later, giving me a smile.
“Can I get you anything else, miss?”
“A Sloe Comfortable Screw,” I answered, allowing her to take the glass away from me.
“Baby, I can give you that, if that’s all you want,” I heard the voice continue, and I made a disgusted face.
“Ew,” I stated, looking at the man appalled. “Will you please go away? My God.”
“Not until I get a chance to pay for you drink,” he grinned cheekily. “I got a lotta money to blow tonight, honey.”
He held up a wad of bills in his hand, and I rolled my eyes.
“I’m sure there’s a lot of prostitutes who would rather see that money tonight. So fuck off, pervert.”
I ran my fingers through my dark hair, sighing dramatically as I continued to feel his presence.
“Look,” I stated as the bartender set my drink down in front of me. “I’m young enough to be your fucking daughter, so creep on someone your own age, asshole.”
I picked my drink up, walking away and sipping it. I felt a hand on my arm, and I whirled around, tossing it into his face.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” I spat.
He sputtered, wiping the alcohol from his eyes.
“You crazy bitch!”
“Is there a problem?” someone asked, and I felt arms wrap around me protectively. I leaned into Jack, glaring at the other man.
“No,” he spat back, wiping the rest of his face off.
“Good. Now if you’ll please, leave my girlfriend alone,” Jack stated, puffing his chest out as he glared at the older man. The man huffed, shaking his head violently before turning and disappearing back into the crowd of people. “Are you okay?” Jack asked, cupping my face and looking down into my eyes.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I answered, kissing him gently.
“Some guys are such dirtbags. I’m sorry I wasn’t here earlier, I had to help my mom with something. I hope he wasn’t hassling you for too long.”
“Like, five minutes,” I answered, and he shook his head.
“I saw you throw your drink in his face. I rushed right over,” he told me, leading me back to the bar. “I really am sorry I’m so late.”
“Why don’t you make it up to me by buying me another drink?” I questioned, and he smiled.
“Sure. So, what was that guy wearing on his face?”
“A Sloe Comfortable Screw,” I answered.
“Kinky,” he smirked, ordering the drink for me. “So that’s why you taste so fruity.”
He pecked my lips again, making me giggle.
“No. That’s from all the Sex on the Beach,” I answered, and his eyes lit up.
“Oh yeah?” he asked, and I smirked. “You know what’s good after a Sex on the Beach?”
“Hmm?” I hummed, already knowing the answer.
“Sex on the beach,” he mumbled, ducking his head to nibble under my ear. I giggled, digging my nails lightly into his back.
“Here you go, sir,” the bartender said, setting the drink down in front of Jack. He handed her the money, telling her to keep the change. I rolled my eyes at his move to impress me.
“So, what happens if I’ve been drinking more than just Sex on the Beach?” I asked, sipping the drink and looking up at him through my lashes.
“Hmm,” he hummed, thinking. “I guess the best thing after a Sex on the Bach and a Sloe Comfortable Screw, is a slow comfortable screw on the beach.”
“Sounds orgasmic,” I answered.
“Guess we better order you one of those too,” he answered. “I’d hate to not deliver.”
I laughed, bumping my nose with his and kissing him.
“Let’s go dance,” I said, downing my drink before pulling him out onto the dance floor.
You don't get sex yet.
WAH.