Take These Sunken Eyes and Learn To See
Title: Take These Sunken Eyes and Learn To See
Chapter: 1
Author: AmericanAffair
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: PG-13
POV: 3rd
Summary: Alex doesn't know what he's been buying online when he gets drunk. But one of them show up at his house on a Saturday.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. They belong to each other themselves. Title belongs to The Beatles.
Author Notes: So hi! I hope I was missed, sort of. I'm still working on the requests from Super Sexy Well Kept Hidden Luscious Desires, but this idea kept nagging me so here goes. I'm dedicating this to jabberwocky129 because she and I were talking about how Jack is clearly Alex's sex toy. And I told her I was writing a fic. And I will be posting like 2 requests later, because whenever I post one thing I post a million things. Comments are love, and pleasee tell me if you want to see chapter 2. Which I'm very proud to say is pre-written. Ima shut up now.
It was a Saturday morning. One of those perfect summer mornings where you wake up around noon, stretch out on your bed and let the filtering sunlight surround your body. It's quiet, off work for the weekend, and theres a sense of all the time in the world.
Alex was in that state, completely splayed out on his bed in just his boxers. His covers had been kicked to the point of slipping off the foot of the bed, and his arms were twisted up behind his head.
The loud, cheap air conditioner was going strong. It drowned out any other surrounding noise, but Alex found it very easy to sleep with. If anything, it made him concentrate even more. His alarm clock was off, his favorite noise it ever made. That being none at all. Big, red, electronic numbers said 11:34.
He didn't particularly want to leave the haven of his room, because the other sections of the small apartment were sticky from the humid air. Yet when his stomach growled in frustration, Alex found himself making the way to the white plastic-like fridge, searching for milk to pour over his store brand cereal.
As he was settling down on the couch, turning the TV on to see Mythbusters, there was a knock at the door.
"It's unlocked," he yelled, not even bothering to turn away from the TV. It was probably just Zack, coming over to shower because his was disgusting. Alex couldn't really blame him for that.
"Mr.Gaskarth?" A completely foreign voice sounded from the other side of the blue door. Alex was up in a second, forgetting about his lack of clothing.
"Hello?" He opened the door, surprised to see a UPS man with a particularly pained look on his face. There was a large brown box in his arms that must've been the cause of discomfort.
"C-can you sign?" The man nudged the box, and Alex saw the pad atop.
"You can bring that," Alex looked and put the pad on the ground, rushing to take the other side of the box before he dropped it.
"Thank you," the man wiped some sweat from his brow, and watched as Alex leaned to pick up the pad again. He quickly scrawled out his name.
"What is it?" Alex asked as he UPS guy turned to leave.
"You bought it," he shrugged. Alex was kind of grateful he didn't know, because god knows what he'd been buying at night when he was drunk. "And thank you," he smiled before walking down the hallway and letting the door shut behind him.
Alex groaned, lowering down the wall until he was sitting with his legs stretched out long in front of him. Whatever it was, it was fairly heavy. And big. And probably way more expensive than he could afford right now.
He decided to probe later, because he was still fairly hungry. And the old, plaid sofa just looked too inviting to decline. It might've been torn up and gruff looking, but it was the most comfortable couch Alex had ever laid on. Eventually, he'd relaxed enough back into the couch to forget about the brown box behind him. Alex was engulfed in some cooking show, making mental notes so he could attempt it again later, when he had one of those shocks of remembering.
Sort of like a flashback, but less intense. Just a sense of the emotions he'd been putting off, and the curiosity again of what the hell was in the box.
He made his way to the kitchenette, where he'd left it beside the small counter which jutted out. At first, Alex wasn't sure if he should get a knife or something in case some huge spider leaped out an attempted to kill him. But the box was dead silent, so he figured there were no killer bugs skittering around in there.
Slowly, he dragged the box cutter he'd found in his junk drawer across the top, as the heavy duty clear tape cut like butter. There was a popping noise as the final part of the stripe was cut, before the top popped open effortlessly.
When Alex peered down, there was just a sea of packaging peanuts. Again, there was that nervous feeling when he started to dive his hand down in. The first thing he felt was definitely a book, a paper book, but a book nonetheless. As his arm extracted it, spilling a few peanuts onto the floor, he saw it read: MODEL NUMBER 1A: JAGK. There was an image of a man on the cover, various arrows with numbers. Alex let it lay, discarded but not forgotten on the floor.
Finally he shook off his anticipation and dug a hand into the box, feeling what was just like a shoulder underneath his fingertips.
He screamed and pulled his arm like it was on fire out from the box. Alex fell down, clutching his arm and backing up.
A body. There was a fucking body in his apartment. How the hell would he explain this one?
But then he saw the manual again, and despite the shaking, he managed to flip open to the first page and scan it for anything that looked important.
6'2" in height, with brown eyes and black/blonde hair. Hair color, length, and cut can be altered. Eye color and height cannot. Synthetic skin, but very real feeling. Changeable body temperature. Thin body, non-muscular. Build cannot be altered. 7", size cannot be altered. Weighs 127 lbs.
Alex had no idea what he was reading, there where small images of a man again with arrows and numbers everywhere. He continued flipping pages.
Tight throat, no gag-reflex. Gag-reflex can be requested. Very tight ass, can be loosened through various ways. Pre-lubricated. Optional cum. Will orgasm, cannot be altered. Can be submissive or dominative.
Very friendly, and in seeking of knowledge. Can cook and has advanced studies. Aged approximately 22, this look cannot be changed. Battery inside. In need of alterations, just ask and it will be self-done. Model will do whatever asked, whenever. Waterproof, cannot break bones, cannot tear skin. On/off switch located in ear. No charge needed, battery will never wear out.
Finally Alex tore his eyes away from the page as realization set in. There wasn't a body inside that box, not a dead one at least. There was a very human like body in there. It must've been some sort of insane robot technology. Wherever he'd found it, he hadn't a clue.
Again he sunk his hand into the box, grabbing this time onto the shoulder and pulling up. The robot was easy to lift, and soon Alex found the body of a completely naked twenty-two year old on his kitchen floor. The packaging peanuts had long since fallen like a waterfall over the edge of the box, but he would worry about that later.
He fumbled with sitting the robot up so it would face him. He took in the upper half slowly, it's, or he should say his, eyes were closed and he appeared sleeping peacefully. There was the blonde-black hair, and Alex liked how it looked. Whoever made him had a very good idea of what was considered attractive.
Then Alex's eyes fell down lower, scanning his stomach. His hips had a definite area, but weren't jutting out. Lower, Alex saw his cock. To be totally honest, it sort of scared him. There was almost no way he would want all that up in him, and he immediately decided if he ever even used the robot, he would be topping. It looked submissive anyway. Finally, he looked at the long expanse of legs, which where hairless.
All in all, it was nothing short of perfect. Alex couldn't control himself, as he slipped his hand lightly behind the so-real feeling hair, and gently guided his thumb into the left ear and gave a light squeeze.
It's eyes opened as Alex pulled back his arm, and the robot looked around the room.
"Hi!" It's eyes lit up as he saw Alex, and promptly it was hugging him and starting to kiss his neck.
"Whoa, wait, stop," Alex laughed as the robot's lips tickled the side of his cheek before pulled back, but remaining close. "Hi, my name is Alex."
"My name is Jack," Jack smiled and held his hand out to Alex. "Can we have sex now?"
Chapter: 1
Author: AmericanAffair
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: PG-13
POV: 3rd
Summary: Alex doesn't know what he's been buying online when he gets drunk. But one of them show up at his house on a Saturday.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. They belong to each other themselves. Title belongs to The Beatles.
Author Notes: So hi! I hope I was missed, sort of. I'm still working on the requests from Super Sexy Well Kept Hidden Luscious Desires, but this idea kept nagging me so here goes. I'm dedicating this to jabberwocky129 because she and I were talking about how Jack is clearly Alex's sex toy. And I told her I was writing a fic. And I will be posting like 2 requests later, because whenever I post one thing I post a million things. Comments are love, and pleasee tell me if you want to see chapter 2. Which I'm very proud to say is pre-written. Ima shut up now.
It was a Saturday morning. One of those perfect summer mornings where you wake up around noon, stretch out on your bed and let the filtering sunlight surround your body. It's quiet, off work for the weekend, and theres a sense of all the time in the world.
Alex was in that state, completely splayed out on his bed in just his boxers. His covers had been kicked to the point of slipping off the foot of the bed, and his arms were twisted up behind his head.
The loud, cheap air conditioner was going strong. It drowned out any other surrounding noise, but Alex found it very easy to sleep with. If anything, it made him concentrate even more. His alarm clock was off, his favorite noise it ever made. That being none at all. Big, red, electronic numbers said 11:34.
He didn't particularly want to leave the haven of his room, because the other sections of the small apartment were sticky from the humid air. Yet when his stomach growled in frustration, Alex found himself making the way to the white plastic-like fridge, searching for milk to pour over his store brand cereal.
As he was settling down on the couch, turning the TV on to see Mythbusters, there was a knock at the door.
"It's unlocked," he yelled, not even bothering to turn away from the TV. It was probably just Zack, coming over to shower because his was disgusting. Alex couldn't really blame him for that.
"Mr.Gaskarth?" A completely foreign voice sounded from the other side of the blue door. Alex was up in a second, forgetting about his lack of clothing.
"Hello?" He opened the door, surprised to see a UPS man with a particularly pained look on his face. There was a large brown box in his arms that must've been the cause of discomfort.
"C-can you sign?" The man nudged the box, and Alex saw the pad atop.
"You can bring that," Alex looked and put the pad on the ground, rushing to take the other side of the box before he dropped it.
"Thank you," the man wiped some sweat from his brow, and watched as Alex leaned to pick up the pad again. He quickly scrawled out his name.
"What is it?" Alex asked as he UPS guy turned to leave.
"You bought it," he shrugged. Alex was kind of grateful he didn't know, because god knows what he'd been buying at night when he was drunk. "And thank you," he smiled before walking down the hallway and letting the door shut behind him.
Alex groaned, lowering down the wall until he was sitting with his legs stretched out long in front of him. Whatever it was, it was fairly heavy. And big. And probably way more expensive than he could afford right now.
He decided to probe later, because he was still fairly hungry. And the old, plaid sofa just looked too inviting to decline. It might've been torn up and gruff looking, but it was the most comfortable couch Alex had ever laid on. Eventually, he'd relaxed enough back into the couch to forget about the brown box behind him. Alex was engulfed in some cooking show, making mental notes so he could attempt it again later, when he had one of those shocks of remembering.
Sort of like a flashback, but less intense. Just a sense of the emotions he'd been putting off, and the curiosity again of what the hell was in the box.
He made his way to the kitchenette, where he'd left it beside the small counter which jutted out. At first, Alex wasn't sure if he should get a knife or something in case some huge spider leaped out an attempted to kill him. But the box was dead silent, so he figured there were no killer bugs skittering around in there.
Slowly, he dragged the box cutter he'd found in his junk drawer across the top, as the heavy duty clear tape cut like butter. There was a popping noise as the final part of the stripe was cut, before the top popped open effortlessly.
When Alex peered down, there was just a sea of packaging peanuts. Again, there was that nervous feeling when he started to dive his hand down in. The first thing he felt was definitely a book, a paper book, but a book nonetheless. As his arm extracted it, spilling a few peanuts onto the floor, he saw it read: MODEL NUMBER 1A: JAGK. There was an image of a man on the cover, various arrows with numbers. Alex let it lay, discarded but not forgotten on the floor.
Finally he shook off his anticipation and dug a hand into the box, feeling what was just like a shoulder underneath his fingertips.
He screamed and pulled his arm like it was on fire out from the box. Alex fell down, clutching his arm and backing up.
A body. There was a fucking body in his apartment. How the hell would he explain this one?
But then he saw the manual again, and despite the shaking, he managed to flip open to the first page and scan it for anything that looked important.
6'2" in height, with brown eyes and black/blonde hair. Hair color, length, and cut can be altered. Eye color and height cannot. Synthetic skin, but very real feeling. Changeable body temperature. Thin body, non-muscular. Build cannot be altered. 7", size cannot be altered. Weighs 127 lbs.
Alex had no idea what he was reading, there where small images of a man again with arrows and numbers everywhere. He continued flipping pages.
Tight throat, no gag-reflex. Gag-reflex can be requested. Very tight ass, can be loosened through various ways. Pre-lubricated. Optional cum. Will orgasm, cannot be altered. Can be submissive or dominative.
Very friendly, and in seeking of knowledge. Can cook and has advanced studies. Aged approximately 22, this look cannot be changed. Battery inside. In need of alterations, just ask and it will be self-done. Model will do whatever asked, whenever. Waterproof, cannot break bones, cannot tear skin. On/off switch located in ear. No charge needed, battery will never wear out.
Finally Alex tore his eyes away from the page as realization set in. There wasn't a body inside that box, not a dead one at least. There was a very human like body in there. It must've been some sort of insane robot technology. Wherever he'd found it, he hadn't a clue.
Again he sunk his hand into the box, grabbing this time onto the shoulder and pulling up. The robot was easy to lift, and soon Alex found the body of a completely naked twenty-two year old on his kitchen floor. The packaging peanuts had long since fallen like a waterfall over the edge of the box, but he would worry about that later.
He fumbled with sitting the robot up so it would face him. He took in the upper half slowly, it's, or he should say his, eyes were closed and he appeared sleeping peacefully. There was the blonde-black hair, and Alex liked how it looked. Whoever made him had a very good idea of what was considered attractive.
Then Alex's eyes fell down lower, scanning his stomach. His hips had a definite area, but weren't jutting out. Lower, Alex saw his cock. To be totally honest, it sort of scared him. There was almost no way he would want all that up in him, and he immediately decided if he ever even used the robot, he would be topping. It looked submissive anyway. Finally, he looked at the long expanse of legs, which where hairless.
All in all, it was nothing short of perfect. Alex couldn't control himself, as he slipped his hand lightly behind the so-real feeling hair, and gently guided his thumb into the left ear and gave a light squeeze.
It's eyes opened as Alex pulled back his arm, and the robot looked around the room.
"Hi!" It's eyes lit up as he saw Alex, and promptly it was hugging him and starting to kiss his neck.
"Whoa, wait, stop," Alex laughed as the robot's lips tickled the side of his cheek before pulled back, but remaining close. "Hi, my name is Alex."
"My name is Jack," Jack smiled and held his hand out to Alex. "Can we have sex now?"