Screw Me (1/1)
TITLE: screw me
AUTHOR: eve /
PAIRING: jalex
RATING: nc-17
WARNING: object insertion
DISCLAIMER: ain't my boys.
DEDICATION: ksenia, this is for you and your weird, weird mind.
SUMMARY: jack and alex are innocently building a treehouse one summer. then the innocence suddenly gets horny and really x-rated.
A/N: i'm... sorry. but it's about time something worse than the knife fic was thrown into the all time low fandom and that's what i'm here for. that was a joke, i'm so sorry. this idea was presented to me in 2012 by ksenia on a whim. two years later, it has been born. please treat it kindly.
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Some summer days are absolutely perfect. The kind that makes you wish you were a photographer, so you could take a photo of the sky, or a sun-soaked field. The kind that makes you feel lazy and happy, a strange sense of nostalgia for a reason you can't quite place washing over you until the sun disappears behind the horizon.
On these particular perfect summer days, Alex had always been inspired to build a treehouse. As a child, he would pester his father, but they never had a good tree in their garden, and his requests were denied. So he grew up treehouseless.
It wasn't until he was sixteen, splayed out topless on a garden chair on his best friend's decking that he realised.
"Motherfucker, you've got the perfect tree!"
Jack swallowed his mouthful of icy lemonade, placed the glass down on the table, and threw Alex a puzzled look.
"Say what now?"
Alex got to his feet, swearing this was the first time in his life he understood what an epiphany felt like.
"The tree! It's perfect! I can't believe I never realised, we spent hours in that bastard when we were, like, thirteen with nothing better to do. It's been right here in front of me all along!"
"You wanna let me in on this?" Jack raised one eyebrow, pushing his badly-cut hair away from his forehead.
He was growing out a terrible bowl-cut but it was getting longer; long enough for him to sort of sweep it to one side, at least, so that was better. He also thought putting blonde patches in it would make it look better. It didn't, but Jack didn't need to know that.
"I've wanted a treehouse for fucking years, and I was never ever allowed one because the tree in our garden isn't the right shape or whatever the fuck my dad told me when I was eight, but look! Your tree, it's perfect," Alex gestured up to the branches with a grin, mousy hair sticking up comically thanks to the sticky summer day. "We have to build one! It can be our summer project! It's perfect, the holidays have just started!"
The older boy lunged forward, and Jack stiffened in surprise at Alex grabbing his shoulders tightly and bringing his face very close.
"We are going to have a treehouse," he breathed, a wild look in his eye.
That was the first time Jack had ever felt genuine fear that his best friend might be clinically insane. Nonetheless, he found himself humouring the over-excited teen. How could he not? Alex was so happy at the idea of finally getting his long-awaited treehouse.
So Jack went inside and casually asked his mother about it. She was a bit taken aback. Jack and Alex were far too old to be clamouring over treehouses, in her opinion, and it's not like she had any younger children to enjoy it either. Both Joe and May were years older than Jack and probably wouldn't care about a treehouse.
However, there was that look on Alex's face, and she ended up calling his mother with a wry smile and a promise of maybe, nothing more, nothing less.
Jack thought Alex was going to pee his fucking pants in utter glee.
Their parents agreed to split the cost of supplies for the treehouse, as long as Jack and Alex both worked it off fairly through chores. Alex agreed on a whim. Jack felt like this was becoming more trouble than it would be worth, but Alex's grin soon convinced him otherwise, and he couldn't back out.
So everything they needed was bought and handed over just days later, and their summer project began.
+ + +
Alex wasn't very sure what it was that drew him to treehouses quite so much at an early age. Perhaps it was because it seemed to be a common thing in television shows or movies he watched; children had treehouses. That was that. It was a thing. Perhaps it was when this spoiled brat in his class got one built for his seventh birthday, and at his party, all his friends got to play in it and try it out. Alex wasn't invited to that party, not that he cared because he hated that kid. But damn, he was envious of the treehouse.
It had a solid wooden ladder, and a rope swing attached to one branch. Completely perfect.
And Alex wanted one.
He felt so very lucky that his best friend had the perfect tree.
It took two weeks of non-stop work, but it finally came together.
Alex's treehouse.
They painted it deep purple for their favourite sports team, the Ravens, of course. The house was purple, the door was purple, the ladder was purple... everything except the door handle. They painted that silver. And the sign. Alex's dad made a sign for them. He said it was the least he could do, now that Alex was finally getting the treehouse he had begged and begged for, for years.
It was a simple sign, rectangular and painted silver with JACK & ALEX carved in and painted black. It was pretty damn perfect. Alex attached it onto the door that same day.
The treated wood they used would be strong against any bad weather, but they varnished it even so, and bought a big tarp to tie around it in the winter months. Jack stored it in the garage for safe-keeping.
Alex was standing on the platform that surrounded their little house on a breezy summer day, touching up every last corner with varnish just in case, but all in all, their project was complete.
Jack appeared at the top of the ladder, having climbed very slowly and carefully to the top clutching two cans of soda. Alex reached over with one sweaty hand and helped pull him up.
"You know, I think we're just about done," he said with a firm nod.
"Yeah? You sanded down the inside of it?"
"Yup," Alex grinned happily. "All sanded down and everything inside, no chance of splinters. We just need to paint the inside walls and ceiling, and varnish it, but we can always do that tomorrow."
"My dad's cut up a roll of old purple carpet we had in the attic so we can staple it to the floor, if you'd like," Jack cracked open his can, taking a sip. "It was spare stuff from decorating May's room years ago."
Alex clapped his hands together. "Really?! That's fantastic, we can paint it all tomorrow and lay down the carpet, screw the padlocks onto the door and the window shutters and then we'll be finished! It'll be amazing. It's finally real."
Jack's brow knitted together as he looked at Alex, watching his best friend stare into space and drift into a daydream. He always talked about the treehouse like it was the love of his life, his one true calling. Jack found it endearing that he cared so much about building it, but it was a bit strange, at times. Like now.
"Yeah, it's real, Lex," he replied softly, and that seemed to bring Alex back to the real world.
He turned to Jack with a small smile and then removed his sweat-stained shirt, hanging over the wooding railing they had running round the platform. Opening his own can and sitting down beside Jack, who was absolutely not staring, he took a long drink.
It gave Jack a moment to study his best friend. The constant hard work they'd put in out in the summer sun had been tough going, but in Alex's case, it seemed to have paid off. He was tanned, with sun-lightened hair and the most fluid, beautiful muscles Jack had ever seen.
They weren't particularly obvious, but after a solid two weeks of work, Jack could definitely tell Alex had filled out more. They were both scrawny when they started, barely a scrap of meat on them, as Jack's mother always liked to point out. But the heavy lifting and constant use of tools had toned Alex's arms and chest, with his stomach appearing more pronounced. He looked more like a young man than an awkward teenager whose only muscle mass lay somewhere in his still somewhat bony wrist after furiously masturbating since he hit puberty.
Jack felt both attracted to it and slightly jealous. Sure, his own skin had gotten considerably darker with a tan -- damn his Arabian bloodlines -- and the wispier parts of his hair were also a little lighter thanks to the sun, but he was still as skinny as ever.
His arms looked like noodles and he was generally about as thin as a piece of paper.
The hard work had rendered him in pain every single night, in need of a hot bath. To soothe his muscles, his mom said.
"What muscles?" Jack had scoffed, but he sunk into the bath anyway.
Granted, he felt considerably better after each hot bath, but the work would start all over again the next day, and he'd be aching come dinnertime as usual. Alex never complained of any pain, not once, even though Jack was sure he also suffered, but apparently the joy of getting a treehouse was worth the labours that came with it.
"We should go inside and figure out what colours to paint the walls," Alex said suddenly, and Jack snapped out of his jealous trance.
His best friend was on the move, abandoning the can of cola and getting inside the treehouse. Jack let out a long sigh and wiped his forehead before following him, thankful of the fact that there was a cool breeze blowing. Keeping up with Alex was nearly as hard as building the damn house.
"We can get beanbags for it to put here, and buy a tiny bookshelf to put against this wall..."
"Alex," Jack laughed softly as he came in with him and shut the door behind them. "What are we gonna put on a bookshelf in a treehouse?"
"I don't know, pretty stones we find, shells from the beach," Alex waved his hand dismissively. "The fact is, it's gonna look homey. When I was nine, I drew a picture of what my dream treehouse would look like, and I'm gonna buy a frame for that shit and we're gonna nail it on the wall in here. Alright? We're going into town tomorrow to buy a baby bookshelf, and a photo frame, and beanbags, got it?"
"I thought we were putting the finishing touches to the inside tomorrow?" Jack smiled.
"Oh. Yeah. Well, the day after, then."
Jack shook his head fondly, pushing the toolbox that lay in the middle of the floor out of the way so he could sit beside Alex. It wasn't tall enough for them to stand up straight in so they didn't bother trying, for fear of adding to the muscle pain with bad backs as well.
"And then we can just hang out up here? Is that the plan?"
"Yes," Alex said, very seriously. He paused for a moment, licking his lips in thought. "Maybe I'll get my brother to pick up some stuff for us to look at up here."
"What d'you mean?"
"You know, porn magazines and stuff," Alex widened his eyes at Jack, like it was obvious what he meant. "We can leave a corner of the carpet unstapled when we put it in tomorrow and hide them under it."
"Oh," Jack nodded quickly, cheeks slightly pink, though he didn't know why. The first time he'd ever seen porn of any kind was at Alex's place, aged thirteen, when his best friend had discovered his older brother's internet history and started looking through it with interest. It's not like they hadn't viewed it together since then either. "That's a good plan. So, um, colours? What should we paint it?
"Well, purple on the inside might be a bit dark, especially if the carpet is dark, so I was thinking white would be nice, then we can varnish it, lay the carpet, decorate it... it'll be amazing," Alex smiled as he spoke, gesturing around the small area.
It was a good size, enough space for both of them to lie down on the floor completely stretched out, with a little room to spare. Not too big for it to feel empty though.
"Yeah, it's gonna look real good, inside and out, Lex," Jack nodded. "You've really--"
He didn't get a chance to compliment Alex on his handiwork thanks to a pair of wet lips on his, and a tongue licking along his bottom teeth. Jack put his hands out in surprise, maybe to push Alex away, or maybe to pull him closer, he wasn't sure. But the second he felt Alex's warm chest, heaving with how fast he was breathing, and a little sticky with sweat, Jack decided he never ever wanted this kiss to end, and his hands decidedly grabbed Alex's hips and tugged his body nearer.
The older boy moaned, his own clammy hands slipping under Jack's shirt and pulling it up to tug over his head.
Bare skin touching, Jack was jolted back into the real world for a second.
"Woah, wait, woah, wait, wait, wait," he said hurriedly, pushing Alex's hands off in a mild panic. "What are we doing? Should we be doing this?"
Alex licked his lips, looking far more calm about what had just happened, which for some reason only alarmed Jack even more. "Dude. It's no big deal."
"Why are you so chill about us kissing?!"
"Well, I've been planning on buying a dildo and I thought I would maybe hide it from my parents up in here so, y'know, I kind of thought maybe something would happen at some point because you'd be bound to find it... I don't know, I guess I just feel like this was meant to happen," Alex shrugged.
"Like some weird destiny shit? Like we're meant to-- I don't know, be together or something?" Jack panted slightly, face scrunching after what he'd said.
"I don't know, Jack. I just don't feel like... it's really a surprise, you know?" Alex said slowly, trying to calm Jack down a little without actually telling him to.
It worked, for about three seconds. "Yeah... yeah, okay... wait, no, wait, a dildo?! What?!"
"Jack! Lower your fuckin' voice or get the fuck out and come back when you're not talking a pitch only dogs can hear!" Alex slapped Jack's arm, giving him a menacing glare. "Yes, a dildo, okay? I want to buy one. I want to use one on myself. I'm sick of using my hairbrush handle, alright? There, I said it."
"Wow, um..." Jack swallowed, nodding his head minutely. Despite the fact that this was turning out to be a weird, weird day, Jack could admit that maybe the idea of Alex masturbating with a dildo was kind of awesomely sexy. Strange, perhaps, but definitely something Jack wouldn't pass up watching, just to see. Just to have the memory. "Okay. Well. I'm... cool with that?"
"Great. Now, if you don't mind, maybe we could get back to what we were doing before?"
Jack tensed, ducking his head in a nervous fashion. Alex sighed, shoulders slumping.
"Jack, you can't be telling me you are rejecting a make-out session. The last time I kissed anybody was Zack's party and that was... months ago now. You didn't even hook up that night, so God knows what poor soul last had your lips on them."
"Hey!"
"Sorry, just... can we just kiss? Come on, it was fun," Alex whined, a pleading little smile on his face as he leaned in a little, pecking Jack's cheek. "Go on, Jack. I know you liked it. Don't you think we deserve it, after all our hard work?"
Jack looked up, seeing Alex's big eyes staring right back at him. And, yeah, he did like it. It was fun. He wanted to kiss Alex and he didn't know why he'd stopped it in the first place. So, rather than saying yes, he simply took his shirt off and tossed it aside with a grin to let his chest touch Alex's. The older boy laughed and reattached their mouths, tongues licking against each other greedily.
It wasn't really their intention, but they ended up sprawled on the floor, Jack on top of Alex, with their shorts unbuttoned and slipping halfway down their thighs. Jack in particular had gotten a little carried away, rutting needily on Alex's hip. His boxers were wet with pre-come and Alex could feel it seeping through his own underwear but he chose not to comment and just kissed Jack's neck, a hand on his lower back to gently encourage him if he needed it so badly.
"We should-- we should-- shorts off," Alex pants out eventually, because between the heat and their current situation, it's really not worth wasting an entire sentence to tell Jack he wants him to undress.
So off come the shoes, the socks, the shorts... and gradually, their underwear, too. Again, they don't really mean for it to happen, but it happens. It's a complete haze and Alex feels like he's drifting in and out of a dream. One minute, their boxers are securely around their hips, and the next, Alex has his hand on Jack's cock and Jack has his hand on Alex's cock, both jerking each other off like they need to come in a hurry.
Alex is busy nibbling at Jack's earlobe when he decides to start playing with his balls, cupping them and giving a short pull. Jack spasms at the feeling, moaning with surprising suddenness and kicking his leg out to one side. He curses when he accidentally knocks over the tool-box.
A screwdriver rolls towards him and bumps his leg, and Jack studies it for a second.
"Hey Alex," he pipes up, and Alex just mumbles something, not even looking up from where he's tickling the head of Jack's dick with his fingertips. "What if I fucked you with a screwdriver? Until you get you get your dildo?"
Alex stops then, blinking up at Jack. "What?"
"Look," Jack sits up, straddling Alex and resting on his thighs. He lifts the tool, inspecting the handle. It was dark pink, see-through plastic and ridged. It wasn't too thick, but Alex grabbed for it, face lighting up.
"It's thicker my hairbrush handle! It's perfect! Jack, you're a genius."
The younger boy smiled rather proudly, but that faltered when he thought back over what he'd said. When had it been decided that Jack would be using Alex's dildo with him? Did he just offer to fuck his best friend? With a fucking screwdriver?
"What's wrong?"
Alex's voice shook Jack out of his trance and he quickly righted himself, smiling again. "N-nothing, nothing. Just... is this a good idea? Me and you...?"
"Well... yeah, it's fun, isn't it?"
"I guess it is," Jack couldn't argue with that. "But... but is it safe? I mean, like... putting this inside you?"
"I don't see why not, I just need to get stretched first."
"Of course," Jack nodded, trying to pretend like he knew what the fuck he was doing.
He'd never fingered anybody in his life, but he gathered that maybe they needed lube. Alex insisted he could take two fingers just fine with spit, and Jack decided to trust him on that, but he was still trembling when he sucked on his index finger and tried pushing it in.
"It... it won't go in," he said quietly, scared Alex could hear his voice shaking.
"It will, you just have to really push," Alex encouraged, opening his legs wider.
He was practically an expert, he fingered himself on a weekly basis, and used his hairbrush handle to masturbate more times than he could count. But he knew this was new to Jack and he didn't want to leave him in the dark.
"Here, come down and kiss me," he whispered, beckoning Jack to lean forward.
The younger did, and the kiss soon had him distracted. He just let his mouth hang open, moaning while Alex's tongue entered and licked his own. He didn't even notice at first when his finger simply disappeared into Alex. It was only when the older boy clenched that Jack pulled away in shock, staring down between Alex's legs and feeling his dick throb.
"Oh God," he mumbled.
He hadn't expected this to be such a turn-on.
Alex instructed him through using the second finger and stretching him a little, and by the time Jack felt like he was getting the hang of it -- after he'd successfully rubbed Alex's prostate a few times and felt overly proud of himself -- Alex was too impatient to let him keep practicing.
"Just get the screwdriver, I can take it easy, hurry up," he whined, flexing his toes.
Alex wasn't known for his patience. So Jack gets the screwdriver and he looks at it for a moment before spitting on it and rubbing it all over. He spits again, trying to make sure he won't hurt Alex, and all the while Alex just lies there wiggling his feet, waiting for that wonderful moment when he's full.
It finally comes. Jack positions the tool and pushes, surprised to find it slides right in on the first try with reassuring ease. He clutches at his dick and swallows, because Alex just moaned and fucking shuddered at the screwdriver filling him up and Jack swears he's never leaked so much pre-come in his life. Not watching porn, not fantasising, never. Alex is better than all of it.
Alex couldn't even breathe properly right then. It always felt good when he fucked himself, with his fingers or his hairbrush. It gave him the best orgasms, the most earth-shattering, blissful, wet-dream-worthy orgasms. But having someone else fuck him with something, fill him up? He was on fire. His skin felt like it was rippling, like there were boiling waves crashing inside him; it all just felt so damn good.
All he could do was lie there and take it, occasionally pleading for harder or faster, in between all the moaning. God, the moaning. He couldn't shut up. Alex was a talker, he was always loud, and he loved to sing along to his favourite songs until his family were telling him to fucking cut it out, but this was a different kind of loud. This was an intimate, precious kind of loud, only heard by a select few. Jack felt very special to be one of those select few.
So did his dick, apparently. He was still gripping it tightly but resisting from jerking off, even though he could feel the blood pulsing in it under his palm. His hand was sweaty and shaking but he had to concentrate on Alex. Every so often, he would angle the screwdriver into him just right and catch his prostate again, and the fucking noises, Jack really thought he might just come. His stomach kept clenching and he really thought for sure he would lose it, but somehow he was holding it all in.
Alex could feel his balls getting tight and his whole body tensed with them, legs locking in place with his toes curled tight.
"Jack, touch me, touch me!" he pleaded urgently.
Jack obeyed, because fuck, why wouldn't he? He let go of his own dick with a whine and quickly took a hold of Alex's, jerking him off fast. He comes with a cry that startles Jack and he lets go, slowing his movements with the screwdriver as he watches Alex come, transfixed. His cock is lying on his stomach, spurting white all the way up to his neck with a little twitch at each fresh shot. Jack thought his balls might fucking drop off. They ached.
It took a couple of minutes, but eventually Alex smiled, looking brighter than before as he wiped himself clean with his underwear. Jack wordlessly slid the screwdriver out and placed it to one side. They were going to have to wash that pretty soon. Alex squirmed slightly at the emptiness but sat up nonetheless, grinning.
"That was great!" he praised, placing a hand on Jack's shoulder and leaning forward to kiss his lips. "You were great. Thanks."
Alex had felt full, but with a sense that there was still room. He knew he could take more and he was eager for the day he actually ordered his dildo. Or maybe even got Jack to fuck him.
"Y-you're welcome," Jack choked out, voice raspy.
"Are you alright?" Alex frowned, pulling away.
Jack was trembling, red in the face and sweaty. It was, on one hand, strangely attractive, and on the other, worrying. Jack just squeaked slightly and blushed, looking away, and Alex glanced down at his dick. It was crimson at the tip; painful-looking, actually.
"Oh! Do you need me to...?"
Jack nodded desperately, face screwed up with need.
"Alright, okay, it's okay," Alex told him quickly, kissing down his face, down his chest and then simply dropping his head to Jack's lap.
Alex had sucked someone off once before, so this wasn't new territory, but it still took him a second to prepare. He swilled some saliva around his mouth and wet his lips before poking out his tongue and giving the head a brief lick. Jack's entire body jolted. He tasted extremely salty and it was evident he'd been desperate to be touched for some time now.
With a deep breath, Alex opened his mouth and slid his lips down Jack's dick an inch or so, sucking lightly.
Jack's stomach clenched and he felt his limbs go weak. He panicked, groping for Alex's hair.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm-- ah!"
He clutched at Alex's head, doubling over slightly with the force of orgasm. He couldn't help it. He just exploded. He had just witnessed the hottest thing ever and his dick couldn't really take it. A blowjob -- only his third ever -- did not help the situation.
Or maybe it did.
Jack felt much better once he was finished releasing into Alex's mouth. He fell back on the floor, chest heaving, and listened guiltily as Alex coughed before collapsing down next to him. Apparently it was okay though, because Alex's hand found his and clasped it loosely.
Several minutes of laboured breathing passed by, and Jack eventually got enough spit in his mouth to speak.
"So is that what we're gonna do in here?" he panted.
Alex licked his lips, still staring at the ceiling. "It wasn't going to be, but it is now."
+ + +
Of course, they couldn't keep the treehouse all to themselves forever.
By the time Jack and Alex hit twenty-two, they were living in their own apartment together, with Alex still swearing on his mother's non-existent grave and to his unborn children and to God and basically everything else in the world, that once they bought their forever home together where they'd raise their kids and grow old, he would build another treehouse.
For the kids, obviously. And maybe for he and Jack to have a naked jaunt inside it once in a while, for old time's sake.
Jack would laugh it off, but he knew Alex would do it. He'd build a second treehouse some day even if it killed him. If Jack was being completely honest, he was kind of looking forward to that. Not to a miniature house killing his boyfriend -- to the actual construction of said house.
Their original summer project treehouse still stood proudly in the garden behind the Barakat home. Sure enough, it had held fast against all types of terrible weather over the years, from swealtering heat to snowstorms. It was used mainly by Joe's two kids whenever they came over to see their grandparents, and May was pregnant, so there would be a third child to introduce to the wonder of the treehouse in the near future. Jack was pretty excited about that, and Alex too. Their masterpiece was going down in history, loved by all. That was even better than just he and Jack getting the enjoyment out of it. The furniture and porn magazines were no longer in there, thankfully. Jack and Alex had taken those items with them when they moved in together. Their name sign was still there, but Alex always talked about how he wanted to take it with him when they bought their own family home, to hang up somewhere in memory of that summer, the best summer of his life, he called it.
Buying their own home and building Gaskarth Treehouse Project #2 was still some time away though.
That was alright. Every year, or sometimes even twice a year, when Jack's parents would go off on vacation, the couple volunteered to house-sit for them. It was always quite nice, staying in the peace and quiet of the large once-family home, watering the plants, walking the dog together... basically acting like they were old and married, taking a break from the real world to fall asleep in front of the TV after dinner and whatnot.
The best perk of all, though.
That lay outside, up a gloriously beautiful tree.
They still made time, every single year during their house-sitting duties, to fuck in their favourite treehouse.