Overnight Sensation [1/2]
Title: Overnight Sensation
Author: simplyjalyn
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jalex
POV: Jack
Summary: Jack and Alex are stoked to be invited to a college party. College party = college girls, right...?
A/N: Leave some comments or else in Chapter Two Jack's dick will get caught in a door and he'll have to have it surgically removed. Oh and... written for Shasti because she's my twin.
“Alright,” I said, exhaling. I looked myself over in the mirror one last time and nodded, feeling pretty fucking good. “I’m ready.”
“It’s about time, Jacqueline,” came Alex’s voice from my bedroom. He was laying on my bed, tossing a balled up pair of socks up in the air. “We will leave without you, if you don’t hurry up.” He’d already said this a hundred times within the last twenty minutes. “No one’s gonna be lookin’ at you anyways, dumbass. They’ll all be looking at my good looking self.”
Ignoring the fuckhole’s comment I checked my teeth once more in the mirror and decided that this was better than nothing and walked out of the bathroom. “Let’s go dickface,” I said, smelling myself really quick before deciding that I put on enough deodorant. “We’ve got babes to bring home.”
He smiled. “Finally. That’s what I’ve been saying this whole time, my friend.”
As if right on cue we heard a honk from outside. “Get in the car before we leave you guys to make out with no one but each other!” I heard Zack shout from the driveway.
“To hell with that!” Alex laughed and ran out of my room, smacking me upside the head as he flew passed me. “I don’t want your dog breath, bro.”
“Well fuck you! I’m a great kisser!” The two of us flew down the stairs as fast as humanly possible and ran out to the car, saying rushed goodbyes to my parents who probably didn’t really care all that much where we were going. We were always zooming in and out of the house anyways.
“Alright,” Alex said once we were both settled in the backseat. “Let’s go over our objectives of the night again gentlemen.”
Rian was backing out of the driveway by then and rolling his eyes while doing so. “Please don’t tell me you really just said the word objective. Don’t make this a bad American Pie movie scene.”
“I’m Stifler,” I said right away ‘cause... I mean fuck yeah. I’m the Stif-meister of the group.
“Nuh uh,” Alex said, nudging my knee with his. “If anyone’s Stifler in this group it’s me. He’s the ladies man.”
“And you think you’re a ladies man?” Zack asked from the passenger seat.
“Little Alex would tell you himself but I don’t think you guys want me to unzip my pants in the car.” Rian and Zack groaned while I laughed. “See? Jack’s not objecting. He knows a good dick when he hears it.”
“I’m an experienced man of the dong. For instance, my boners happen to be very impressive,” I said trying to look professional.
“You carry Magnum condoms around to try and impress girls, fucker. You’re not fooling anyone.”
“Fine, you wanna see?” I moved my hands to my zipper, earning a loud nonononononono! from Rian and Zack.
Alex was cracking up. “It’s all good, guys,” he said clapping a hand down on my knee. “If all else fails tonight I’ve got one easy Lebanese catch I can hook up with. I might just go with that.” He faked a gasp. “Did you hear he uses Magnum condoms?”
Rian groaned while Zack gagged. “Enough. Please.” Then Rian popped in New Found Glory’s “Sticks and Stones and Catalyst” to shut us up. We’re pretty easy going dudes. We’re satisfied quickly.
We got through half of the album before we finally reached Matt Flyzik’s house. He was a friend of ours and throwing a party tonight and it was a college party. THAT’S what we were so excited for. For high schoolers we... we were pretty cool dudes... I think. We liked to party, we sure as hell liked to drink, and girls... Damn. Well, we loved girls. The thing that sucks was that high schoolers didn’t get invited to college parties all that much. Well... Not that much if you didn’t have college friends which thank the party gods above we had.
Alright, be cool. Be cool. I kept repeating the words to myself as we walked in. At one point I totally thought I’d said them out loud. Fuck, that would’ve been embarrassing... I probably should’ve been used to it by now - parties that is. Alex’s older brother Dan brought us to enough of ‘em but still... This was different. We were on our own now. There was no Daniel Gaskarth to keep us lookin’ good. We were four fucking rookies and we were screwed. Well... I was screwed because before I could ask the guys where we should go first they were all gone. I was left looking like a loser in the foyer of the house.
“Hey, Jacko! You made it!” Some kid named Evan - he had a funny last name... Kirken-something I think - came up and gave me a weird handshake/hug thing.
“FUCK YEAH I MADE IT, MAN!” I shouted maybe a little too excitedly. I didn’t know him all that well but talking to someone was better than standing around with no one. All I knew was that he was a friend of Flyzik’s but he was nice enough. Plus, he brought a drink over to me and in my book that’s a good man.
This is good... I thought, as I floated through the house tossing a “Hey” here and a “What’s up” there. I’m... mingling. Wait. What? Mingling? Do people really say that? Fuck. Just then a girl with the biggest blue eyes bumped into me.
“Oh I’m sorry. Total klutz. My bad.” The blue eyed girl looked up at me, her face flushed red from booze. She was smiling. She was cute. She was- oh my god. She was wearing a tank top. I tried to form the words to say some sort of “Hi”, “Hey”, “How you doin’?” but nothing would come out. I couldn’t stop staring at her fucking tank top! Tank tops, man! Are they not the best thing ever? I mean they cover but they don’t cover. They just make everything look so good and- “Alright then,” she said, moving away from me. “I guess I’ll see you around...” She gave me the weirdest look like I had a huge pimple on my face or something and left.
Fuck. I thought, wanting to slap myself in the face right then and there. I probably would have if there weren’t so many other people around. Less staring. More talking. You can do this. With a shake of my head I float/bobbed my way over to the kitchen. People were making out, passing joints, getting ready for a keg stand. There was action everywhere. I didn’t know where to start. I decided to go with something easy. (I wasn’t sure if I could pull off a fucking keg stand just yet.) That’s why I decided to just stand there. That’s right. I decided to go for the stag look. There was a pretty good looking spot by the counter - by the sink - and that’s where I made my post, standing with a bit of a slouch in my shoulders and a drink in hand, trying to look cool, trying to look like I did this shit all the time. I had my “this is totally not that cool” face on even though my head was screaming “this is totally cool”.
I guess the “this is totally not that cool” look worked too because after a few minutes of bopping my head along to the blasting music a curly haired brunette walked over to me. She had long curls that went down to the middle of her back and bright red lipstick on. Damn. I mean... DAMN. Plus she was in one of those tube top things? Girls have such good clothes, man. And they try to look so innocent like they put that thing on for themselves. HELL NO. I KNOW YOUR TRICKS LADIES. YOU GUYS DO THIS SHIT ON PURPOSE TO TAKE US TO BONERVILLE AND ONLY HALF OF YOU FINISH THE TOUR, GODDAMMIT. But... Back to the girl. Her tube top was as red as her lipstick and it took all my mental will (Note: I don’t think I have that much mental will in the first place) to not just fall over just then.
“Hey,” she said with a smile.
I swallowed hard, trying to focus on forming words. “Hey,” I said, giving her a nod. ‘Cause the nod’s cool, right?
“Lame party, huh?” she said, smiling again.
“Oh. Uh. Yeah. This place fucking blows,” I said nodding some more.
She laughed. Did I say something funny? “I’m Caterina,” she said, looking up at me through her eyelashes.
“I’m Jack.”
The song blaring through the house changed then to something that I can only describe as a Shakira and Enrique Iglesias’ love baby. “I love this song!” Caterina said. And man, did she. She grabbed my hips instantly and starting grinding against them, grabbing my hands and placing them on her ass. This girl was making it really hard not to spill everywhere (and I only partially mean the drink I had in my hand). She was grinding and flipping her hair around and I had no fucking control over the situation. I wasn’t exactly complaining but damn! I didn’t have much experience with Latin girls so I was left wondering if all of them were this crazy...
She tilted her face a little in the middle of the song, coming up like she wanted to kiss me. My mother raised me right. She said a guy should always be a gentlemen to his girls so if this chick wanted me to suck her face off it was my job as a gentlemen to do so, wasn’t it? I tilted my face down towards her, my height being a bit of a problem here but she was making up for the distance by pressing her body against mine as tight as she could. Just when my lips were about to make contact I felt a yank and I was pulled away.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” a guy growled at me. I swear to god, no lie, this guy’s head was double the size of Rian’s... and that’s saying something. (Okay maybe the booze made things a little fuzzy but I wasn’t completely drunk.) For the sake of the story we’ll call this guy Big Beef Head aka BBH. BBH had me by the collar of my shirt, his gnarly breath huffing into my face.
“Trying not to breathe,” I coughed, turning my head away.
He gripped my shirt tighter. “You think you’re funny, kid?”
“Not really but sometimes I can tell a pretty good joke or two.”
BBH shoved me, my back hitting against the counter I’d been chilling on a few seconds ago. “Who the fuck do you think you are, touching my girl like that?”
Oh. Okay. That’s... Great. “Oh. Uh. No, man. Dude. It wasn’t even like that. I just-” I didn’t get a chance to finish my sentence ‘cause I was too busy cringing, getting ready to take a hit. BBH had his arm pulled back and ready to go and just when I thought his fist was about to make contact with my face...
“Leave the kid alone, Bruce.”
Bruce? Why are all beefy dumbasses named Bruce?
Bruce looked at the voice that came behind his shoulder and hesitated while I prayed to God that I wouldn’t piss myself from anticipation. “You got lucky this time,” Bruce said, grunting at me. He grabbed a very unamused Caterina by the arm and walked away but not before turning once more to give me another look that made me -again- want to sorta piss myself. But if anyone asks I was totally chill. And if some other people ask I beat the shit out of him with my drink still in hand. You think anyone will go for that?
The voice that had saved my ass had belonged to this guy Vinny, Vinny Vegas. What kind of a name is that? I that for real? He was a good guy. Really fucking hilarious. A friend of Matt’s. I mean, sure I thought he was one badass dude but I couldn’t just SAY that. I had to pull my “this was totally not that cool” look, remember? So I gave Vinny a good manly nod and waited for him to nod back. When he did I sort of let out a breath.
Maybe I need to take a breather, I thought watching a couple drag each other up the stairs. Coat room. There had to be a coat room, right? You know... The empty bedroom that no one goes into and is just used to toss your jacket into? I decided to go look there. I started to realize that it was a stupid idea when I was going up the stairs. The stairs had suddenly become the hottest hang out or something because all these assholes were just swarming the fucking thing. I just wanted to go upstairs! It helped a bit that I was tall and eventually I pushed my way through STD infected kids and drunken shouters and made it to the second floor.
Now I wasn’t a complete dumbass. I knew to press my ear up against the door or ask around before walking into a room. Most of them were occupied and thank god I asked first because I REALLY did not need to see that. Eventually I found the coat room. It was Matt’s room. Come to think of it he probably did that so no one would fuck around in his room... AND so no one would see his fucking creepy ass obsession with Mickey fucking Mouse. Man, I’m telling you. I walked into that room, clicking the light on and regretted it immediately. There were black mice in red shorts EVERYWHERE. It was like some fucked up horror movie. God damn... So I did what any creeped out person would do. I turned off the lights. I still wanted to sit for a bit though. The high of the party was getting to my head and I wanted to calm down a bit before going back out, just so I could get ahold of myself enough so that I wouldn’t dance with some other guy’s chick - no matter how hot and easy she may be.
“Alright,” I muttered to myself, setting my drink on the nightstand. I plopped down on Matt’s bed then, well more like plopped down on the mountain of coats on top of Matt’s bed. I’ll just stay here for like... ten minutes. Maybe twelve. That’s when I felt the mountain of coats MOVING. “Oh fuck!” I jumped up then. I mean what if one of those fucking Mickey’s came to life and was buried under there?! “Mickey...?”
“Bro, GET THE FUCK OFF ME. I CAN’T BREATHE!”
Author: simplyjalyn
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jalex
POV: Jack
Summary: Jack and Alex are stoked to be invited to a college party. College party = college girls, right...?
A/N: Leave some comments or else in Chapter Two Jack's dick will get caught in a door and he'll have to have it surgically removed. Oh and... written for Shasti because she's my twin.
“Alright,” I said, exhaling. I looked myself over in the mirror one last time and nodded, feeling pretty fucking good. “I’m ready.”
“It’s about time, Jacqueline,” came Alex’s voice from my bedroom. He was laying on my bed, tossing a balled up pair of socks up in the air. “We will leave without you, if you don’t hurry up.” He’d already said this a hundred times within the last twenty minutes. “No one’s gonna be lookin’ at you anyways, dumbass. They’ll all be looking at my good looking self.”
Ignoring the fuckhole’s comment I checked my teeth once more in the mirror and decided that this was better than nothing and walked out of the bathroom. “Let’s go dickface,” I said, smelling myself really quick before deciding that I put on enough deodorant. “We’ve got babes to bring home.”
He smiled. “Finally. That’s what I’ve been saying this whole time, my friend.”
As if right on cue we heard a honk from outside. “Get in the car before we leave you guys to make out with no one but each other!” I heard Zack shout from the driveway.
“To hell with that!” Alex laughed and ran out of my room, smacking me upside the head as he flew passed me. “I don’t want your dog breath, bro.”
“Well fuck you! I’m a great kisser!” The two of us flew down the stairs as fast as humanly possible and ran out to the car, saying rushed goodbyes to my parents who probably didn’t really care all that much where we were going. We were always zooming in and out of the house anyways.
“Alright,” Alex said once we were both settled in the backseat. “Let’s go over our objectives of the night again gentlemen.”
Rian was backing out of the driveway by then and rolling his eyes while doing so. “Please don’t tell me you really just said the word objective. Don’t make this a bad American Pie movie scene.”
“I’m Stifler,” I said right away ‘cause... I mean fuck yeah. I’m the Stif-meister of the group.
“Nuh uh,” Alex said, nudging my knee with his. “If anyone’s Stifler in this group it’s me. He’s the ladies man.”
“And you think you’re a ladies man?” Zack asked from the passenger seat.
“Little Alex would tell you himself but I don’t think you guys want me to unzip my pants in the car.” Rian and Zack groaned while I laughed. “See? Jack’s not objecting. He knows a good dick when he hears it.”
“I’m an experienced man of the dong. For instance, my boners happen to be very impressive,” I said trying to look professional.
“You carry Magnum condoms around to try and impress girls, fucker. You’re not fooling anyone.”
“Fine, you wanna see?” I moved my hands to my zipper, earning a loud nonononononono! from Rian and Zack.
Alex was cracking up. “It’s all good, guys,” he said clapping a hand down on my knee. “If all else fails tonight I’ve got one easy Lebanese catch I can hook up with. I might just go with that.” He faked a gasp. “Did you hear he uses Magnum condoms?”
Rian groaned while Zack gagged. “Enough. Please.” Then Rian popped in New Found Glory’s “Sticks and Stones and Catalyst” to shut us up. We’re pretty easy going dudes. We’re satisfied quickly.
We got through half of the album before we finally reached Matt Flyzik’s house. He was a friend of ours and throwing a party tonight and it was a college party. THAT’S what we were so excited for. For high schoolers we... we were pretty cool dudes... I think. We liked to party, we sure as hell liked to drink, and girls... Damn. Well, we loved girls. The thing that sucks was that high schoolers didn’t get invited to college parties all that much. Well... Not that much if you didn’t have college friends which thank the party gods above we had.
Alright, be cool. Be cool. I kept repeating the words to myself as we walked in. At one point I totally thought I’d said them out loud. Fuck, that would’ve been embarrassing... I probably should’ve been used to it by now - parties that is. Alex’s older brother Dan brought us to enough of ‘em but still... This was different. We were on our own now. There was no Daniel Gaskarth to keep us lookin’ good. We were four fucking rookies and we were screwed. Well... I was screwed because before I could ask the guys where we should go first they were all gone. I was left looking like a loser in the foyer of the house.
“Hey, Jacko! You made it!” Some kid named Evan - he had a funny last name... Kirken-something I think - came up and gave me a weird handshake/hug thing.
“FUCK YEAH I MADE IT, MAN!” I shouted maybe a little too excitedly. I didn’t know him all that well but talking to someone was better than standing around with no one. All I knew was that he was a friend of Flyzik’s but he was nice enough. Plus, he brought a drink over to me and in my book that’s a good man.
This is good... I thought, as I floated through the house tossing a “Hey” here and a “What’s up” there. I’m... mingling. Wait. What? Mingling? Do people really say that? Fuck. Just then a girl with the biggest blue eyes bumped into me.
“Oh I’m sorry. Total klutz. My bad.” The blue eyed girl looked up at me, her face flushed red from booze. She was smiling. She was cute. She was- oh my god. She was wearing a tank top. I tried to form the words to say some sort of “Hi”, “Hey”, “How you doin’?” but nothing would come out. I couldn’t stop staring at her fucking tank top! Tank tops, man! Are they not the best thing ever? I mean they cover but they don’t cover. They just make everything look so good and- “Alright then,” she said, moving away from me. “I guess I’ll see you around...” She gave me the weirdest look like I had a huge pimple on my face or something and left.
Fuck. I thought, wanting to slap myself in the face right then and there. I probably would have if there weren’t so many other people around. Less staring. More talking. You can do this. With a shake of my head I float/bobbed my way over to the kitchen. People were making out, passing joints, getting ready for a keg stand. There was action everywhere. I didn’t know where to start. I decided to go with something easy. (I wasn’t sure if I could pull off a fucking keg stand just yet.) That’s why I decided to just stand there. That’s right. I decided to go for the stag look. There was a pretty good looking spot by the counter - by the sink - and that’s where I made my post, standing with a bit of a slouch in my shoulders and a drink in hand, trying to look cool, trying to look like I did this shit all the time. I had my “this is totally not that cool” face on even though my head was screaming “this is totally cool”.
I guess the “this is totally not that cool” look worked too because after a few minutes of bopping my head along to the blasting music a curly haired brunette walked over to me. She had long curls that went down to the middle of her back and bright red lipstick on. Damn. I mean... DAMN. Plus she was in one of those tube top things? Girls have such good clothes, man. And they try to look so innocent like they put that thing on for themselves. HELL NO. I KNOW YOUR TRICKS LADIES. YOU GUYS DO THIS SHIT ON PURPOSE TO TAKE US TO BONERVILLE AND ONLY HALF OF YOU FINISH THE TOUR, GODDAMMIT. But... Back to the girl. Her tube top was as red as her lipstick and it took all my mental will (Note: I don’t think I have that much mental will in the first place) to not just fall over just then.
“Hey,” she said with a smile.
I swallowed hard, trying to focus on forming words. “Hey,” I said, giving her a nod. ‘Cause the nod’s cool, right?
“Lame party, huh?” she said, smiling again.
“Oh. Uh. Yeah. This place fucking blows,” I said nodding some more.
She laughed. Did I say something funny? “I’m Caterina,” she said, looking up at me through her eyelashes.
“I’m Jack.”
The song blaring through the house changed then to something that I can only describe as a Shakira and Enrique Iglesias’ love baby. “I love this song!” Caterina said. And man, did she. She grabbed my hips instantly and starting grinding against them, grabbing my hands and placing them on her ass. This girl was making it really hard not to spill everywhere (and I only partially mean the drink I had in my hand). She was grinding and flipping her hair around and I had no fucking control over the situation. I wasn’t exactly complaining but damn! I didn’t have much experience with Latin girls so I was left wondering if all of them were this crazy...
She tilted her face a little in the middle of the song, coming up like she wanted to kiss me. My mother raised me right. She said a guy should always be a gentlemen to his girls so if this chick wanted me to suck her face off it was my job as a gentlemen to do so, wasn’t it? I tilted my face down towards her, my height being a bit of a problem here but she was making up for the distance by pressing her body against mine as tight as she could. Just when my lips were about to make contact I felt a yank and I was pulled away.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” a guy growled at me. I swear to god, no lie, this guy’s head was double the size of Rian’s... and that’s saying something. (Okay maybe the booze made things a little fuzzy but I wasn’t completely drunk.) For the sake of the story we’ll call this guy Big Beef Head aka BBH. BBH had me by the collar of my shirt, his gnarly breath huffing into my face.
“Trying not to breathe,” I coughed, turning my head away.
He gripped my shirt tighter. “You think you’re funny, kid?”
“Not really but sometimes I can tell a pretty good joke or two.”
BBH shoved me, my back hitting against the counter I’d been chilling on a few seconds ago. “Who the fuck do you think you are, touching my girl like that?”
Oh. Okay. That’s... Great. “Oh. Uh. No, man. Dude. It wasn’t even like that. I just-” I didn’t get a chance to finish my sentence ‘cause I was too busy cringing, getting ready to take a hit. BBH had his arm pulled back and ready to go and just when I thought his fist was about to make contact with my face...
“Leave the kid alone, Bruce.”
Bruce? Why are all beefy dumbasses named Bruce?
Bruce looked at the voice that came behind his shoulder and hesitated while I prayed to God that I wouldn’t piss myself from anticipation. “You got lucky this time,” Bruce said, grunting at me. He grabbed a very unamused Caterina by the arm and walked away but not before turning once more to give me another look that made me -again- want to sorta piss myself. But if anyone asks I was totally chill. And if some other people ask I beat the shit out of him with my drink still in hand. You think anyone will go for that?
The voice that had saved my ass had belonged to this guy Vinny, Vinny Vegas. What kind of a name is that? I that for real? He was a good guy. Really fucking hilarious. A friend of Matt’s. I mean, sure I thought he was one badass dude but I couldn’t just SAY that. I had to pull my “this was totally not that cool” look, remember? So I gave Vinny a good manly nod and waited for him to nod back. When he did I sort of let out a breath.
Maybe I need to take a breather, I thought watching a couple drag each other up the stairs. Coat room. There had to be a coat room, right? You know... The empty bedroom that no one goes into and is just used to toss your jacket into? I decided to go look there. I started to realize that it was a stupid idea when I was going up the stairs. The stairs had suddenly become the hottest hang out or something because all these assholes were just swarming the fucking thing. I just wanted to go upstairs! It helped a bit that I was tall and eventually I pushed my way through STD infected kids and drunken shouters and made it to the second floor.
Now I wasn’t a complete dumbass. I knew to press my ear up against the door or ask around before walking into a room. Most of them were occupied and thank god I asked first because I REALLY did not need to see that. Eventually I found the coat room. It was Matt’s room. Come to think of it he probably did that so no one would fuck around in his room... AND so no one would see his fucking creepy ass obsession with Mickey fucking Mouse. Man, I’m telling you. I walked into that room, clicking the light on and regretted it immediately. There were black mice in red shorts EVERYWHERE. It was like some fucked up horror movie. God damn... So I did what any creeped out person would do. I turned off the lights. I still wanted to sit for a bit though. The high of the party was getting to my head and I wanted to calm down a bit before going back out, just so I could get ahold of myself enough so that I wouldn’t dance with some other guy’s chick - no matter how hot and easy she may be.
“Alright,” I muttered to myself, setting my drink on the nightstand. I plopped down on Matt’s bed then, well more like plopped down on the mountain of coats on top of Matt’s bed. I’ll just stay here for like... ten minutes. Maybe twelve. That’s when I felt the mountain of coats MOVING. “Oh fuck!” I jumped up then. I mean what if one of those fucking Mickey’s came to life and was buried under there?! “Mickey...?”
“Bro, GET THE FUCK OFF ME. I CAN’T BREATHE!”