Circles (S/A)
Jack squirmed as he watched his best friend swivel his hips in accordance to the demands of the video game currently displaying across Alex’s television.
“God dammit!” the older boy yelled as the game told him that his score wasn’t good enough to be on the leader board. “Fuckin’… I’m doing this again,” he growled, pressing the buttons on the console remote with a little more force than necessary before clambering back onto the white, oddly-shaped board on the floor of his living room.
Jack groaned quietly. Why did Alex fucking insist on playing that particular activity to death? He half-regretted buying the piss-blonde-haired vocalist that Wii Fit for Christmas, and for finding it stuffed away in Alex’s closet today, and for faking a hurt expression at Alex for not using yet. Then he wouldn’t be in this shitty predicament, with his dick threatening to burst from his pants and make itself known to all living creatures in a ten mile radius - and that included a one Alexander Gaskarth.
“Jack… I’m… gonna… fucking… kill you…,” Alex wheezed out between breaths. “How… the fuck… did you… get such… good… scores?”
Jack smirked. The reason Alex wasn’t making it on the leader board was simple - Jack himself had taken them all up with his fantastic hip-circling skills.
“I was just born that good,” Jack told him confidently, putting his hands behind his head and admiring the way Alex’s ass shot this way and that. In all honestly, Alex wasn’t bad at the hula-hoop game - he just wasn’t good. Still, it should’ve been illegal the way Alex’s hips were moving.
Alex scoffed at Jack’s most recent comment.
“You… fucking… wish,” Alex told him, his tongue jutting out in concentration. “Fuckin’… you’ve fixed this!” Alex panted as the game told him, yet again, that he didn’t quite live up to Jack. He glared at the lanky younger boy, his hands on his thighs as he bent double in an attempt to catch his breath.
“Nope,” Jack told him, popping the ‘p’. “I’ve just been practising on your mom for a long time, bro.”
Alex’s face started to contort into an angry expression, his brain gearing up to shoot an insult right back at Jack, but then a thought crossed his brain. His eyes darted to Jack, and a mischievous grin covered his lips.
Jack looked at the elder, confused, as Alex started to walk towards him slowly, swinging his hips ever so slightly. Jack gulped, and wondered whether Alex was doing this on purpose - whether Alex’d seen Jack’s ‘problem’, and was taunting Jack now. Teasing him, making fun of him - creating a scenario that the Lebanese man would never, ever live down.
“A-Alex?” Jack stuttered out, looking up at the blonde. Alex grinned and looked down at Jack’s obvious bulge. He smirked and looked back up at the skinny guitarist from under his lashes.
“Well,” Alex began, seemingly ignoring the fact Jack had even spoken. “If you’re the best then… why don’t you help me practise?”
Jack stared at Alex.
Alex feigned innocence and dropped to his knees, looking up at Jack sitting on the couch. He gave the boy a questioning look, snaking his hand to one of the skinny-jean clad thighs and rubbing in faux comfort. His hand went dangerously close to Jack’s crotch, before sharply coming back down towards his knee.
Then Jack did something that surprised Alex, and made him fall back in surprise.
“Stop fucking with me,” Jack warned after leaping up and jumping over the back of the couch.
Alex stared at the brunette for a few moments before kneeling and steadying himself again, leaning on the seat of the couch that Jack had vacated.
“What do you mean, Jack?” Alex asked, recovering from his initial shock. Jack glared at Alex and ran his hands through his hair.
“One: stop acting like a fuckin’ chick. It’s weird. Two:… Just… I don’t know. What are you doing?” Jack looked helpless, and Alex’s heart gave an unsteady thump. In all honesty, Alex wasn’t fucking with Jack. Well, he wanted to. Just not in the way Jack meant.
“I don’t know,” Alex finally confessed, blushing slightly. “I just… I thought maybe you’d want to… y’know…” Alex sat back and picked at his nails, the pink on his cheeks turning redder and redder as more words spewed from his mouth. “I mean… I get it if you don’t want to… I didn’t mean to-…”
Alex was cut short by a pair of lips pressing against his. He kissed back eagerly, successfully threading his fingers through Jack’s dark hair and pulling the taller man over him on the carpeted floor. Jack pressed down and Alex’s hips bucked, pulling a moan from the former’s throat in turn. Jack grinned and pulled his lips away slightly.
“I personally think this is a better use of your hips,” he got out in a husky, low voice. Endorphins saturated Alex’s brain as the sound reached his ears, and he groaned, pressing himself closer, again, to the guitarist. Jack chuckled before attaching his lips to Alex’s soft ones.
“Do you know how long I’ve waited-…,” Jack began.
“Shut the fuck up and do me, already,” Alex barked before licking Jack’s bottom lip. Jack smirked and pushed his hand up Alex’s shirt.
“You know,” Jack stared again, “you really shouldn’t interrupt me, ‘Lex.” He grinned at his calloused fingers ghosted over Alex’s left nipple. Alex gulped and whined, arching his back to try and get Jack even closer. Jack pushed him down and nibbled at his ear, drawling his fingers down Alex’s torso and dancing them over the skin above his waist band.
Alex growled, impatient, and scrambled to get Jack’s shirt off. Jack returned the favour before falling back as Alex switched their positions. He pushed Jack against the base of the sofa, bending his neck back onto the seat to increase his access to Jack’s neck. Alex wasted no time in locating Jack’s pulse point and sucking on it. Jack let out a tortured moan, his hands fumbling to find Alex’s belt. He pulled it off quickly before unbuttoning and unzipping the tight jeans covering Alex’s legs and pulled them down his thighs. Alex grinned at the progress and licked over the purplish mark he’d made on Jack’s skin. Jack rolled them, before pulling Alex onto the sofa. There, he straddled the blonde and ran his hands through the greasy strands of hair on the elder’s head.
“Y’know,” Jack mused, subtly grinding his hips down on Alex’s, and grinning when Alex’s eyes slipped closed and whimpered. “I actually really like your hair.”
Alex opened his eyes and narrowed them, swatting Jack’s hands away.
“Are we going to sit around and talk about my hair, or are you going to fuck me?”
Jack pretended to deliberate, chewing his bottom lip and looking upwards. Alex growled and smacked him on the arm. Jack grinned and bent down to press his lips to Alex’s, capturing his bottom lip and pulling on it.
“Patience is a virtue, Alex,” Jack whispered, kissing his jaw.
“I think it’s a little fuckin’ late for virtues, now, Jack,” Alex whispered brokenly in reply, his breath hitching. Jack nodded, burying his face in the crook in Alex’s neck and pressed long kisses down to his shoulder. Alex brought their lips together again and slipped his tongue immediately into Jack’s mouth.
“Alex,” Jack whispered when the blonde tried to unzip his pants. “Do you have any... y’know… ‘stuff’.”
Alex shot a confused look at Jack, snaking his hands around to Jack’s ass and squeezing. A smirk appeared on his lips when Jack gasped.
He composed himself and stared again.
“Lube,” Jack told him bluntly. “Condoms.”
Alex’s face fell.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “I’m not sure.”
Jack rolled his eyes and told him to go and check.
Then the gravity of the situation hit him, when Alex left the room, and suddenly he was a seventeen-year-old boy again, nervous as fuck with butterflies in his stomach so strong that they threatened to exit his mouth in the form of yesterday’s dinner. He was going to fuck his best friend; his cute best friend, with a nice ass. Alex. The one who’d he’d been through almost everything with. First dates, first kisses, first times… all with girls, all discussed with Alex.
Said best-friend came bounding back into the room, pants falling down and a grin on his face, a condom packet held triumphantly in his hand. Jack’s face froze into the uncertainty that had been in his mind. Alex’s excitement faltered, and walked slowly over to Jack.
“Are… are you okay?” Alex asked quietly, straddling Jack on the couch. Jack nodded unsurely, and Alex didn’t believe him. He leant down and kissed Jack softly, placing both of his hands on the younger’s chest, the condom packet still wedged between his index and middle finger.
“It’s just me, Jack,” Alex whispered, looking him in the eye. “We don’t have to do this, y’know.”
“I know,” Jack replied. He pressed his mouth hard against Alex’s. “But I want to.”
He quickly swiped the condom packet from Alex’s fingers and grinned, placing it between his teeth whilst he flipped the shorter boy over. Alex laughed as Jack’s nose skimmed his jaw. His moved his hands to the zipper on Jack’s pants and continued where he left off.
A few moments later and both men were naked, and Alex was just as nervous as Jack. Jack rolled the condom on with shaking hands before grabbing Alex’s hips and lining himself up with Alex’s entrance.
He took a big, shaking breath, not meeting Alex’s eyes. The elder placed a gentle hand on the younger’s cheek, causing Jack to look up and meet the chocolate-coloured irises.
“Jack,” Alex whispered, rubbing his thumb across his cheek. “Seriously. If you don’t want to…”
“I’ve just never done this before,” Jack blurted out. Alex smiled sympathetically.
“And you think I have?”
“No… I just… I don’t want this to fuck everything up.”
“It won’t.” Jack’s gaze had drifted from Alex’s again, but the certainty in Alex’s voice brought his eyes back. Alex pulled their lips together once more before whispering, “Go.”
Jack pushed in, and Alex winced. The brunette bit his lip, brushing Alex’s fringe out of his face. He tried not to groan out loud at the feeling of Alex around him, especially seeing as Alex was in pain.
Alex screwed his eyes closed and grabbed Jack’s hand, ceasing the moving of his fringe.
“Alex…,” Jack began, but Alex shook his head, squeezing Jack’s hand and squirming a little.
“Move, Jack.”
Jack pulled back and thrust into Alex slowly, watching as Alex’s face contorted into something he couldn’t read.
“J-J-Jack,” he groaned, grasping the Lebanese man’s shoulders. Jack finally let out a guttural groan that had been threatening to escape, now that Alex’s pain had seemingly subsided. He pressed his lips to the blonde’s, moaning into his mouth at the tightness of Alex. Alex’s nails dragged down Jack’s back, arching his back and pressing his dick against the younger’s stomach.
“Shit, Alex,” Jack muttered, changing the angle of his thrusts subconsciously, building his pace as both boys’ breath became shallow and rapid.
“Fuck!” Alex yelled, pulling Jack closer to him. Jack slowed, and opened his mouth to ask if Alex was alright when the blonde yelled again. “No! Don’t fucking slow down.” He groaned, arching. “Fucking hit there again, you fuck. Oh my God.”
“Hey,” Jack growled, accompanying this with a thrust, removing a hand from Alex’s hip to put it over his mouth instead. “Don’t… call… me… a… fuck.” He enunciated each word with a thrust right into Alex’s spot, causing muffled screams to attack Jack’s hand. Alex bit down, causing Jack to snatch his it away, cursing the blonde.
Alex yelled out, pushing his head back into the sofa cushion and letting out a moan that would put even the best porn star to shame.
“Touch me,” Alex panted, “you fuck.” A sly grin found its way on to the English man’s face despite his best efforts. Jack mock-glared at him, guessing his plan.
Jack sat up slightly, slowing his thrusts to grab Alex’s wrists with precision before pulling them up and above his head.
“No,” Jack said slowly and deliberately in the other’s face, hitting Alex’s spot again, grinning triumphantly.
“You’re a fucker,” Alex whined and his eyes slipped closed, his mouth slightly ajar.
“Well,” Jack panted, shifting his knees slightly, “I’m fucking you, so…” Alex rolled his eyes and grinned, looking Jack in the eyes.
“Please touch me, Jack,” he begged, trying to make his eyes as big as possible. “Please.”
Jack glared at Alex, cursing him silently for being so fucking adorable.
Jack moved Alex’s wrists so that he could hold both in one hand, and trailed the now-free one slowly down Alex’s torso, brushing his fingers over his nipple. The elder jumped slightly, arching his back and groaning. Jack smirked and continued, his hand reaching the skin of Alex’s abdomen. He ghosted his fingertips across the area, teasing Alex, making him squirm.
“Jack,” he hissed.
“What?” Jack asked innocently, his eyes slipping closed as Alex tightened his ass around him. “You asked me to touch you…”
“Touch my dick!” Alex commanded, interrupting the dominant male.
Jack cocked an eyebrow, smirking.
“I thought I told you not to interrupt me?” Jack’s hand lightly rubbed Alex’s side. Alex groaned, the warm feeling in his stomach becoming almost unbearable.
“Jack,” he groaned hopelessly. “Please.” Jack was about to deny him yet again, but then Alex clenched the tightest he had done so far and Jack’s hand all but shot to Alex’s member, stroking it in rapid movements. Alex moaned happily, his thrusts that were meeting Jack’s ones becoming slower and sloppier.
Jack’s stomach tightened, and all it took was four more thrusts and he was tipping over the edge, coming, and spluttering out Alex’s name. His thumb grazed over the head of Alex’s dick accidentally and that set the other boy off as well, hissing out Jack’s name as his body jerked up.
Jack slumped forward, panting over Alex’s body. Alex’s breaths came fast, too, as he came down from his own high, and began tracing light patterns over the sweaty skin on Jack’s back.
“Well, fuck,” Jack murmured into the blonde’s chest. “I think I’ll go rooting through your cupboards more often.”
Alex laughed, still breathless, and pulled Jack up for a lazy kiss.
“Is that a euphemism, Mr. Barakat?” Alex asked, pressing his nose against Jack’s.
“Possibly,” Jack told him, yawning. “If I knew what that word meant.”
Alex laughed, throwing his head back.
“You’re one of a kind, bro.”