006.Rules
Title: 006.Rules
Author: who else?
Rating: nc-17 (badlywrittenrushedporn o:)
Pairing: Jack/Alex
Summary: Rules are made to be broken.
Disclaimer: I don't own, this never happened. Unfortunately. ;D
Author Notes: first badsexscene in foreverrrr :L
I'd never liked rules. Neither had Alex.
That's why we were the only ones who groaned when Matt announced things were gonna change.
Every time we'd been on any tour (Warped, Bamboozle, Whatever) we were allowed to do whatever the hell we wanted as long as we were in bed before 1am and sober enough to play an awesome show.
I stared in disbelief as he listed the rather short list of rules.
"No girls, or guys. No sex. No alcohol-" Alex cut Matt off.
"No alcohol?! Are you serious? You're a dick," Alex said, turning away and staring at the wall.
"Damn right! I'm sick of you stumbling onto the bus completely wasted," Matt said, raising his voice.
I just stared in amazement. We'd had a week apart, and he'd changed.
None of us liked it. At all.
"That hardly ever happens anyway Matt-" Vinny froze when Matt's hand snapped up in front of him.
"You're the worst out of all of them-" Zack stood up, and got really close to Matt, standing over him.
"Would you mind not accusing my best friend of being a fucking alcoholic?" Zack's voice wasn't raised, but it didn't have to be.
Matt backed away a little, and Rian jumped between them.
He placed a palm on each of their chests, and looked between them.
"Guys, please," he said, quietly. Zack was breathing heavily, and I just stared at them.
Matt was still standing pretty tall, and eventually, Zack stalked off into the bunks.
"What's his problem?" Alex whispered in my ear.
"He hasn't got laid in months," I replied, winking sideways. Alex sniggered, and nodded at Matt.
"What about him?" he asked, leaning onto my shoulder.
"He's just an ass," I said, a little too loudly.
"And I don't want you guys smoking around Alex. His voice has always been sensitive, and this year it's gonna be under a lot of strain-" Matt was cut off, yet again, but this time by Greico.
"Yes, mom," he sighed, unpausing his xbox game.
Everyone then started with whatever they were doing before Matt had interrupted.
He stood there, watching the band and crew as their attention was diverted, and he stared directly at us.
"No sex," he whispered, before looking at Rian.
Rian just stared at him for a few seconds, before grabbing him in a bear-hug. Those hugs were infamous. They could calm you down, make you feel better, make you pour out your feelings, and make you cry all at the same time. And no one was immune to them.
Matt was caught off guard, but wrapped his arms around Rian all the same. No one was immune.
"Rian's an awesome hug, but you know I'm a better fuck," Alex whispered, kissing my neck and rolling off the couch. Miraculously, he made it standing, and he grinned at me before striding to the front of the bus.
"Matt's gonna screw at you," Greico laughed, not taking his eyes off the screen.
"Well, by the looks of things, Alex is gonna screw me first," I laughed, earning a disgusted look from him, and a laugh from Vinny.
I'd just have to wait and see if Alex had the guts.
-!-
Alex had my hand, and was leading me away from the party at the back of the bus to the 'private quarters' at the front.
He kept leaning back, and giving me wet, sloppy kisses that almost always missed my lips. I was too drunk to care.
Matt had decided he wanted to speak to the manager people who organised Warped, and that meant he'd be staying at the posh hotel just over the road.
That meant that every single rule he'd made was getting broken. The van was full of smoke, there were so many empty bottles and so many left to be drunk, Rian had snuck off with Cassadee, and Zack was no where to be seen either.
Alex had whispered in my ear. I hadn't even heard what he'd said, but the words he'd said to me when we first found out about the rules ran through my head.
"Rian's an awesome hug, but you know I'm a better fuck," Alex whispered...
I'd taken his hand without a second thought. Alex threw the curtain over, blocking the view from the back of the bus, and instantly locking his lips with mine in a heated kiss.
We did this from time to time; fucked each other out of loneliness or frustration. We were best friends, so it didn't mean anything. And we knew there were no emotional ties between us, other than the best-friends thing.
So I felt no shame or hesitation as I pulled Alex's shirt off. He slid my jeans down in the first instance, and slowly trailed his hands up my shirt. It came up with his arms, and as he wrapped the arms around my neck, the shirt was covering my face. He whipped it off, and pressed our bodies close together. They were pretty close anyway, because the sleeping compartments were pretty small.
"Mmm," he moaned, kissing his way down to my neck. As his teeth grazed the sensitive skin, I moaned slightly, and felt my boxers tighten.
I pulled his body closer, and could feel the heat radiating from his chest. His lips fastened on my neck, and sucked as hard as they could. I gripped his hips, and bucked mine into him at the same time. I felt him laugh a little, and the vibrations echoed through my skin. It felt good.
My hands slid down the back of his jeans, and squeezed his ass. He let go of my skin to sigh, and moved his attention back to my lips.
I could taste the alcohol on his tongue, and I knew he'd taste the smoke on mine mingled with the vodka.
Tonight, all the rules were breaking. Matt had left us with Johnny, the driver, but Johnny didn't give a fuck. He just wanted us to clean up after, and we knew Zack would have it tidied in seconds with his OCD.
Alex pinned me to the floor, and was straddling my hips. Somehow, without me realising, he had his jeans off and now our obvious erections were touching with only a little cloth between.
This made Jack shudder, and Alex laughed. It was a low, animal-like laugh, that held no humour. His eyes, usually dark with natural colour, were dark with lust, and Jack couldn't remember wanting anything more.
"Get inside me," He growled, a little aggresively.
Alex laughed again, the same laugh just a little louder, and stripped us of our boxers. In seconds he had a condom on, and was coated in lube.
"Ready?" he asked, gently sliding in me before I had the chance to answer.
A sharp intake of breath, replaced by a low moan when he found that spot inside me, was all the answer he needed.
"Fast, or slow?" he asked, building a slow but steady rhythm. I moaned, and lifted my hips.
"You know the fucking answer," I replied, pushing my hips down towards his.
Soon, he was hitting my prostate hard, and I was screaming like a bitch.
He took my dick in my hand, and started running his fingers over it, totally off rhythm with his hips.
The pleasure coursed through my veins, and I couldn't hold on.
I came over Alex's chest, and as the hot liquid touched his skin, he came inside me. It felt unusual, even with the barrier.
But I knew we were both satisifed. I knew that this was all either of us needed; a quick fuck to tide us over.
Alex pulled out of me, and grabbed a shirt. He wiped his stomach, then handed it over to me. I noticed it was his, and laughed.
"Another shirt ruined," I muttered, tossing it under the bed. It would probably remain there for weeks.
"I don't care," Alex laughed, helping me up, and handing me a pile of clothes.
"You were right, you are a better fuck than Rian," I laughed, side-stepping past him and pushing back the curtain.
The party was still in full swing, and by the looks of things, we hadn't been missed.
Which was great, really.
-!-
"Sex, smoke and alcohol. You guys had a party-" Matt was staring at the wreck in the living area.
"Chillax, bro," Vinny was already picking up the debris.
"No, I can't! Johnny, I trusted you-" Johnny stood up and held Matt's arms. Matt stopped speaking, and his face went red. Bright red.
"Fly, chill. The boys are gonna tidy up. I said they could have a party, cos they deserve it. Maybe they got a little wasted, and maybe they had a littel fun, but they're travelling today. It doesn't matter," He rubbed Matt's arms, and Matt seemed to calm down.
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry," Matt said. He looked everyone in the eye, and then he got to me and Alex.
He looked at us, and we smiled innocently.
"You fucked, right?" he asked, and we nodded.
"You can join in next time," Alex winked, before lying down with his head in my lap.
I have an amazing best friend.
And we break all the rules.
Author: who else?
Rating: nc-17 (badlywrittenrushedporn o:)
Pairing: Jack/Alex
Summary: Rules are made to be broken.
Disclaimer: I don't own, this never happened. Unfortunately. ;D
Author Notes: first badsexscene in foreverrrr :L
I'd never liked rules. Neither had Alex.
That's why we were the only ones who groaned when Matt announced things were gonna change.
Every time we'd been on any tour (Warped, Bamboozle, Whatever) we were allowed to do whatever the hell we wanted as long as we were in bed before 1am and sober enough to play an awesome show.
I stared in disbelief as he listed the rather short list of rules.
"No girls, or guys. No sex. No alcohol-" Alex cut Matt off.
"No alcohol?! Are you serious? You're a dick," Alex said, turning away and staring at the wall.
"Damn right! I'm sick of you stumbling onto the bus completely wasted," Matt said, raising his voice.
I just stared in amazement. We'd had a week apart, and he'd changed.
None of us liked it. At all.
"That hardly ever happens anyway Matt-" Vinny froze when Matt's hand snapped up in front of him.
"You're the worst out of all of them-" Zack stood up, and got really close to Matt, standing over him.
"Would you mind not accusing my best friend of being a fucking alcoholic?" Zack's voice wasn't raised, but it didn't have to be.
Matt backed away a little, and Rian jumped between them.
He placed a palm on each of their chests, and looked between them.
"Guys, please," he said, quietly. Zack was breathing heavily, and I just stared at them.
Matt was still standing pretty tall, and eventually, Zack stalked off into the bunks.
"What's his problem?" Alex whispered in my ear.
"He hasn't got laid in months," I replied, winking sideways. Alex sniggered, and nodded at Matt.
"What about him?" he asked, leaning onto my shoulder.
"He's just an ass," I said, a little too loudly.
"And I don't want you guys smoking around Alex. His voice has always been sensitive, and this year it's gonna be under a lot of strain-" Matt was cut off, yet again, but this time by Greico.
"Yes, mom," he sighed, unpausing his xbox game.
Everyone then started with whatever they were doing before Matt had interrupted.
He stood there, watching the band and crew as their attention was diverted, and he stared directly at us.
"No sex," he whispered, before looking at Rian.
Rian just stared at him for a few seconds, before grabbing him in a bear-hug. Those hugs were infamous. They could calm you down, make you feel better, make you pour out your feelings, and make you cry all at the same time. And no one was immune to them.
Matt was caught off guard, but wrapped his arms around Rian all the same. No one was immune.
"Rian's an awesome hug, but you know I'm a better fuck," Alex whispered, kissing my neck and rolling off the couch. Miraculously, he made it standing, and he grinned at me before striding to the front of the bus.
"Matt's gonna screw at you," Greico laughed, not taking his eyes off the screen.
"Well, by the looks of things, Alex is gonna screw me first," I laughed, earning a disgusted look from him, and a laugh from Vinny.
I'd just have to wait and see if Alex had the guts.
-!-
Alex had my hand, and was leading me away from the party at the back of the bus to the 'private quarters' at the front.
He kept leaning back, and giving me wet, sloppy kisses that almost always missed my lips. I was too drunk to care.
Matt had decided he wanted to speak to the manager people who organised Warped, and that meant he'd be staying at the posh hotel just over the road.
That meant that every single rule he'd made was getting broken. The van was full of smoke, there were so many empty bottles and so many left to be drunk, Rian had snuck off with Cassadee, and Zack was no where to be seen either.
Alex had whispered in my ear. I hadn't even heard what he'd said, but the words he'd said to me when we first found out about the rules ran through my head.
"Rian's an awesome hug, but you know I'm a better fuck," Alex whispered...
I'd taken his hand without a second thought. Alex threw the curtain over, blocking the view from the back of the bus, and instantly locking his lips with mine in a heated kiss.
We did this from time to time; fucked each other out of loneliness or frustration. We were best friends, so it didn't mean anything. And we knew there were no emotional ties between us, other than the best-friends thing.
So I felt no shame or hesitation as I pulled Alex's shirt off. He slid my jeans down in the first instance, and slowly trailed his hands up my shirt. It came up with his arms, and as he wrapped the arms around my neck, the shirt was covering my face. He whipped it off, and pressed our bodies close together. They were pretty close anyway, because the sleeping compartments were pretty small.
"Mmm," he moaned, kissing his way down to my neck. As his teeth grazed the sensitive skin, I moaned slightly, and felt my boxers tighten.
I pulled his body closer, and could feel the heat radiating from his chest. His lips fastened on my neck, and sucked as hard as they could. I gripped his hips, and bucked mine into him at the same time. I felt him laugh a little, and the vibrations echoed through my skin. It felt good.
My hands slid down the back of his jeans, and squeezed his ass. He let go of my skin to sigh, and moved his attention back to my lips.
I could taste the alcohol on his tongue, and I knew he'd taste the smoke on mine mingled with the vodka.
Tonight, all the rules were breaking. Matt had left us with Johnny, the driver, but Johnny didn't give a fuck. He just wanted us to clean up after, and we knew Zack would have it tidied in seconds with his OCD.
Alex pinned me to the floor, and was straddling my hips. Somehow, without me realising, he had his jeans off and now our obvious erections were touching with only a little cloth between.
This made Jack shudder, and Alex laughed. It was a low, animal-like laugh, that held no humour. His eyes, usually dark with natural colour, were dark with lust, and Jack couldn't remember wanting anything more.
"Get inside me," He growled, a little aggresively.
Alex laughed again, the same laugh just a little louder, and stripped us of our boxers. In seconds he had a condom on, and was coated in lube.
"Ready?" he asked, gently sliding in me before I had the chance to answer.
A sharp intake of breath, replaced by a low moan when he found that spot inside me, was all the answer he needed.
"Fast, or slow?" he asked, building a slow but steady rhythm. I moaned, and lifted my hips.
"You know the fucking answer," I replied, pushing my hips down towards his.
Soon, he was hitting my prostate hard, and I was screaming like a bitch.
He took my dick in my hand, and started running his fingers over it, totally off rhythm with his hips.
The pleasure coursed through my veins, and I couldn't hold on.
I came over Alex's chest, and as the hot liquid touched his skin, he came inside me. It felt unusual, even with the barrier.
But I knew we were both satisifed. I knew that this was all either of us needed; a quick fuck to tide us over.
Alex pulled out of me, and grabbed a shirt. He wiped his stomach, then handed it over to me. I noticed it was his, and laughed.
"Another shirt ruined," I muttered, tossing it under the bed. It would probably remain there for weeks.
"I don't care," Alex laughed, helping me up, and handing me a pile of clothes.
"You were right, you are a better fuck than Rian," I laughed, side-stepping past him and pushing back the curtain.
The party was still in full swing, and by the looks of things, we hadn't been missed.
Which was great, really.
-!-
"Sex, smoke and alcohol. You guys had a party-" Matt was staring at the wreck in the living area.
"Chillax, bro," Vinny was already picking up the debris.
"No, I can't! Johnny, I trusted you-" Johnny stood up and held Matt's arms. Matt stopped speaking, and his face went red. Bright red.
"Fly, chill. The boys are gonna tidy up. I said they could have a party, cos they deserve it. Maybe they got a little wasted, and maybe they had a littel fun, but they're travelling today. It doesn't matter," He rubbed Matt's arms, and Matt seemed to calm down.
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry," Matt said. He looked everyone in the eye, and then he got to me and Alex.
He looked at us, and we smiled innocently.
"You fucked, right?" he asked, and we nodded.
"You can join in next time," Alex winked, before lying down with his head in my lap.
I have an amazing best friend.
And we break all the rules.