No More Waiting (1/1)
TITLE: no more waiting
AUTHOR: eve / atlaregay
PAIRING: jalex
RATING: nc-17
WARNING: spanking, orgasm denial
DISCLAIMER: ain't my boys. title to the blackout.
SUMMARY: alex feels sick. and horny.
A/N: this took me literally weeks to finish. no motivation and laziness. not sure i'm happy with how it turned out, it's a lot of dialogue and the end isn't the best. i loved the idea but... eh, i think i kind of hate the end product. sigh. on another note, i finally listened to don't panic yesterday, my package came in the mail, and it's fucking beautiful. <3__<3
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Jack stepped onto the bus, wondering where the fuck Alex had gotten to. He was supposed to meet him and the guys at the laundry place thirty minutes ago.
"Alex? If you're still sleeping, I swear to God..."
"I'm not! I'm in the back lounge," the 21-year-old singer called out, sounding pathetic. "I don't feel so great..."
Jack frowned and wandered through to find him sprawled on the sofa, looking pale and pouty. He had dark circles forming under his eyes and he just looked plain sorry for himself. It tugged on Jack's heartstrings to see his best friend looking so out of character.
"You're ill? Oh, Lex, I'm sorry. Do you want me to sit with you?"
"Would you? I threw up earlier..."
"Do you need a doctor?" Jack said, concerned.
"No, it wasn't that bad. I'm a bit better now but I still feel kind of funny," he whimpered, his pout sticking out further.
Jack rolled his eyes, sitting down and wrapping his arms around Alex. He grabbed the remote and flicked the TV on, settling for Adventure Time. Alex smiled weakly and tucked his legs up, cuddling against Jack's side and reveling in how warm he was.
"Thanks, Jack," he said softly, already feeling his eyes get heavy.
"That's what best friends are for," Jack beamed, rubbing his stomach a little.
They watched TV quietly together. Well, Jack watched TV. Alex drifted off to sleep soon after they sat down, and he was mumbling.
"You having a dream, Alex?" Jack smiled, shaking his head.
Alex mumbled louder, nudging closer, his mouth hanging open just a little. Jack laughed softly, brushing his dark hair out of his eyes. Alex's grip on Jack suddenly tightened, his fingers tangling into the shirt material.
"Jack... Jack... hmm..." he muttered.
"Lex...?" Jack said uncertainly. Alex was dreaming about him?
"Jacky..." Alex moaned slightly before continuing to mumble.
Jack tilted his head, giggling. "You having a sex dream about me, Lex?"
Speak too soon. Alex moaned louder, pushing one of his legs between Jack's and grinding gently, his eyelids fluttering.
"Fuck, Jack..."
Jack stared at him in disbelief, eyes wide. He felt like he should be pushing Alex away but instead, he was finding himself instantly aroused. Surely it would be a missed opportunity to push Alex off of him now? And, plus, Alex was sick. He couldn't wake his poor ill friend. No, Alex needed his sleep.
"F-fuck... that's hot..." he whispered to himself as Alex continued grinding.
Alex whined before starting up a continuous moan, rutting harder against the guitarist's leg. Jack bit his lip, knowing this was a ridiculous situation that he shouldn't be encouraging but he couldn't help it. He could feel how hard Alex was getting against his thigh, and his own jeans were starting to get a little tight.
"Shit... that's hot, oh my God, Alex," he whimpered quietly, shifting his leg back against Alex's groin to give him more friction.
Soon the singer was gripping Jack's shoulders, rutting into his hip and moaning even louder, occasional gasps of his best friend's name also leaving his lips. Jack's hand ran up the inside of Alex's thigh of its own accord, rubbing in circles near his crotch. He forgot to breathe as he watched Alex's back arch up, a whine catching in his throat before he went limp, breathing hard. Jack trailed his hand slightly higher, finding a tiny damp spot leaking through Alex's jeans. Well, fuck. That's a lot of come. He smirked, kissing his hair.
"Someone's horny."
Alex was still, sleeping soundly for another twenty minutes or so before he started to stir awake, momentarily confused about where he was. He looked around, his eyes half open, before remembering he was napping on the sofa with Jack, who was giggling mischievously and kissing his nose. What?
"Did you have a nice dream, Alex?"
Alex stretched, and that was about the time he realised his underwear was wet, and that was also about the time he remembered exactly what he had dreamt about. He rolled away from Jack as quickly as possible. How the fuck had a quick nap turned into that?
"Um... uh... I don't... I don't think I remember," he mumbled.
"Really? I don't believe you."
"Why?" Alex gulped.
"Because you're not very quiet. Or subtle. You were practically humping me for a good ten minutes saying my name."
Alex's eyes widened, a blush spreading as he stuttered in embarrassment.
"Wh-what?! Oh my god... Jack, I... oh God."
"Yeah, that's what you said. Except it was more moaning," Jack giggled.
"Oh my fucking God. I can't believe I did that," Alex blushed harder, hiding his face in his hands.
It was one of those moments where he wished there was some kind of freak natural disaster tearing through the land without warning to kill him and save him the embarrassment of dealing with the situation.
"I couldn't either, but it was really fucking hot to watch, not gonna lie," Jack said sincerely.
"But this is so humiliating!" Alex wailed before catching onto what his friend had said. "Wait... hot?"
"Y-yeah... at first I was a little weirded out, but fuck, Alex... you're so hot when you're horny," he nodded with a nervous laugh, shifting back closer to Alex, who was still blushing, but also now smiling.
"Oh... Jack... you have a boner," he said, biting his lip as his eyes focused on the guitarist's crotch with a raise of his eyebrows.
"That's what happens when people grind on you," he chuckled, shrugging.
"Um... what exactly was I doing?"
"Grinding on my leg and moaning my name, and then you were holding onto me and I might've rubbed your thigh..."
"Fuck! Jack! I'm really sorry, but, why the hell didn't you stop me?" Alex exclaimed.
"Like I said, hot. I was disappointed when you stopped," Jack chuckled, pulling Alex into his lap.
Alex squirmed, his damp boxers clinging to his skin.
"Sticky?" Jack laughed.
Alex blushed again.
"This is so embarrassing, like... I don't think I've ever wanted the ground to open up and swallow me more than right now."
"Why, Lex? You're so sexy and that would be a real shame."
Alex gaped at him for a moment.
"Well... the dream was really hot. Maybe it was worth it," he said. Well, if he can't beat 'em... join 'em.
"Tell me about it, Lex... shit, tell me everything," Jack breathed.
"R-really? You wanna hear it?"
"Fuck, I want to hear all of it, Alex. All of it."
Alex nodded nervously, but Jack seemed pretty damn excited to know, so he buried his face into his friend's shoulder and hoped his blushing would subside soon. He rested his hand gently over Jack's crotch as he spoke.
"Well... I was sitting in your lap just like this, and we were making out and you started playing with my nipples and, um, teasing my dick and I was so desperate and I was begging you and everything. But you made me lie down and... um..." he trailed off, embarrassed.
He sounded like an idiot. But Jack was pushing his hips up against his hand, smiling.
"Then what, Lexy? Fuck, tell me please, I need to know."
Alex smiled back, rubbing his hand in timid circles over Jack's bulge.
"Right, um... you made me lie down in your lap and you, uh... spanked me. A lot."
"Fuck... what next? God, just picturing this..."
"Jack, I can feel you literally shaking, are you sure you can handle this?" Alex giggled, starting to relax.
His best friend, surprisingly, didn't think he was a freak.
"Just keep talking, Alex, please," he moaned softly.
And Alex did. He told him every little detail, every detail about how he begged him on his knees and sucked him off. Every detail about how he let Jack fuck his mouth and pull on his hair. About how Jack fingered him and made him beg some more until he was almost crying.
He gave his best friend a gentle squeeze, smirking.
"You still okay?"
"You're such a whore, Alex, it's so fucking sexy," Jack breathed.
"Well, you finally bent me over the table and fucked me," Alex laughed and blushed, pleased with Jack's reaction to all of this.
"D-damn, Alex, that's hot. I swear to God I'm doing that to you some time."
"Jack, you're seriously shaking right now," he giggled.
"I didn't know I could get this turned on," he said quietly, leaning forward and sucking at Alex's neck, his mouth rough.
He grabbed a hold of Alex's hips, grinding up into him and the older boy reciprocated, taking Jack's face in his hands and kissing him. He teased his tongue into his best friend's mouth, feeling himself harden again at the moans. Jack ran his hands up Alex's shirt, feeling the warm expanse of his skin.
"I want you, Jack," Alex gasped, pressing their bodies together.
"Just shut up and fucking kiss me," he murmured.
"You're gonna have to be nicer than that if you want my ass," he laughed, kissing his jaw and trailing his tongue down to his neck.
Jack whipped off his shirt, chuckling.
"Face it, I could tie you down and scream at you, and you'd still let me fuck you."
"You have no idea how many times I've jerked off thinking about getting fucked by you, Jack..." Alex mumbled, sucking and biting at his collarbone.
"That's so hot, just imagining you jerking off thinking about me..."
"I finger myself sometimes and pretend it's you," Alex blushed.
"Th-that's even sexier, Lex... shit, I can't wait to fuck you."
Alex giggled, pulling Jack's nipples and rubbing his hand over his bulge. He tugged his own shirt off, sighing with slight relief. His hands went straight back to Jack's crotch, rubbing and teasing. Jack ground up against him, moaning and whimpering when Alex leaned forward to suck at his bottom lip. It was starting to hurt. It was impatient. So Jack kicked off his jeans, and as much as he wanted to touch himself, he occupied his hands on Alex's nipples, pinching them hard.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Lexy?" he asked, his voice soft. His hands were not, nails raking sensitive skin.
"I need you so badly, it fucking aches," Alex hissed, arching into the guitarist's calloused touch.
Alex's jeans and boxers were soon discarded, along with Jack's underwear too, and after some downward glances in surprise and delight at each other's hard cocks, Jack was kissing his best friend again, savouring the taste of him.
"What do you want to do first?" he whispered.
"S-spank me? It hurt so good in my dream," Alex blushed for possibly the thousandth time that day.
Jack was eager, however, getting Alex to lie face-down across his lap. He was warned not to make a fucking sound, not one. Alex promised he wouldn't, of course, but he couldn't help the gentle squirms into Jack's thigh. Sweet, sweet friction.
"Don't fucking grind on me again, whore," Jack snapped, bringing his hand down hard in punishment.
If one could call it that.
Alex shook his head quickly as an apology, biting back a whimper. And Jack told him he was a very good boy, continuing the slaps harder and harder. He was enjoying this more than he thought he would. He had never been one for spanking kinks, but the throbbing erection he was dealing with right then said otherwise. The sting on his own hand made his whole arm tingle, and he grinned devilishly, loving the way Alex's perfect ass was practically glowing scarlet. His pleasure of torturing the smaller boy was soon interrupted by a moan, quickly stopped short.
"What was that I heard, Alex?!" Jack hissed at him furiously, finding it surprisingly easy to get into being such a dominant character.
The singer whimpered, shaking his head again quickly.
"We'll do a few more, but you better be fucking quiet."
Alex's eyes hurt from keeping back tears of pain, but he wouldn't wish himself anywhere else right now. Jack was being horrible and mean and his ass hurt so fucking much it felt like it was on fire... but it was making him need the younger boy so much more.
Jack enjoyed the last few spanks he gave Alex, watching the skin bounce and ripple when he brought his hand down. The last hand was the hardest, and Jack could feel Alex had tensed his muscles considerably harder than when they started, which was stupid, really, because that only made it hurt all the more. But it was finally over, and Jack tapped the spot lightly.
"Good," he praised, smoothing his previously rough hands over Alex's ass in the gentlest way he could manage.
"Fuck... I need it, Jack, please," Alex whimpered quietly, keeping as still as he could under the circumstances.
"What do you need, Lex?" Jack said offhandedly.
"I don't know! Anything, anything you want, Jack, a blowjob or a handjob or anything, I'll do anything for you," Alex babbled.
"Shit, suck me off, Alex," Jack breathed, his cock twitching at the thought.
Alex was quick to kneel on the floor between his best friend's legs. He gave Jack a smirk before taking a rough hold on him. He started to jerk him, tight and so painfully slow. It didn't take long for most of Jack to be swallowed down Alex's throat, his head bobbing quickly. The guitarist had fistfuls of Alex's hair as he whimpered, feeling Alex moan around him. The point of his hot, hot tongue pressed directly into the over-sensitive slit and Jack was groaning and bucking forward, the sound of Alex choking and coughing but struggling to continue making him feel guilty and even more aroused at the same time.
"S-sorry, fuck, Alex," he managed.
"It's okay, I'm okay, fuck my mouth," Alex nodded eagerly, grazing his teeth down Jack's length and taking his balls in his hand, rubbing them gently.
Alex pulled back a little, letting Jack thrust in and out of his mouth for a while longer with a cry of, "Fuck, that's so good, Alex!" before he stood up, wiping his mouth and grinning.
"That was amazing," Jack said breathlessly, trying to calm his hips.
"You're fucking huge, Jack."
"I know," he giggled. "Imagine how good I'm gonna feel inside you."
"Shit, Jack..." Alex bit his lip.
It was blurry as Alex climbed back into his friend's lap, both grinding, both desperate. Jack's fingers were soon teasing his entrance and Alex was mumbling something about lube before rushing off to retrieve an almost-empty bottle from his bunk.
"Someone uses this a lot, slut," Jack giggled again, wetting three fingers with it.
"Um. That's my second bottle this tour," Alex blushed slightly once again.
"Sexy little whore, you finger yourself a lot?" Jack smirked, pulling Alex into his lap and pushing in the first.
Now, Alex shouldn't have felt his body prickle as much as it did when Jack spoke to him that way, but it encouraged a guttural moan to escape his throat as he pushed down onto Jack's hand.
"I've been r-really... um... wanting you lately. I jerked off twice a day, maybe three if I could do it in the shower," he panted, feeling Jack squeeze in a second finger and scissor them.
The third quickly followed, Jack smirking as he curled and uncurled them.
"You like that, Alex?" he commented.
"Sh-shit! Jack, please... I'm not full enough, I need you, baby, please... fuck me so hard that I can feel it for days," Alex whimpered, scraping his nails down Jack's chest.
Jack was hesitant, he didn't want to hurt his best friend. The spankings would be nothing compared to the pain of his dick pounding against him. He removed his fingers and gave Alex a soft kiss, and Alex quickly poked his tongue out to lick along Jack's lips.
"I want it rough, Jack, I know you do too," he whispered, his eyes pleading.
Jack finally smiled and agreed, giggling as he lifted Alex off the sofa and pinned him against the bus wall. Alex made a sound of delight, wrapping his legs tight around Jack's waist as the taller man kissed his shoulder. He pushed in slowly, keeping a careful watch on Alex's expression. He continued to move his lips against Alex's skin, over his neck and his shoulder, keeping him calm. Eventually Alex gave a soft moan and asked him for it harder. Jack was happy to oblige, pulling out and slamming back in.
"Jack! More, God fucking dammit!" Alex cried out.
"Alex," Jack moaned as he started up a rhythm, drawing out the vowel of the word and burying his head into Alex's shoulder. "You're so fucking tight..."
Alex scraped his blunt nails down Jack's spine, reaching down to grab his ass and squeeze. Jack whimpered, bucking his hips into Alex harder and earning groans of pleasure. Alex gripped the skin of Jack's ass more firmly, trailing his fingers over just a little and finding his entrance, circling it teasingly. What an idea.
"J-Jack," he panted. "Have you ever been fingered?"
Jack's hips faltered.
"N-no."
"Oh, God, Jack, let me finger you, it'll feel so fucking amazing," Alex said, kissing his neck desperately.
He wanted Jack to feel what he was feeling right now.
"Anything for you," Jack breathed, letting Alex slide to the floor.
The smaller boy sat down on the sofa, patting his legs for Jack to lie on. He did as he was told and Alex lubed up his fingers, teasing his entrance with the first one. He slipped in it and thrust it at a shallow pace.
"How's this?"
"Um..." Jack pondered, squirming a little. It was damn uncomfortable, that was for sure.
Alex giggled at him. "It'll feel good soon."
He slid one more in, encountering some resistance when Jack tensed up but he gave some shallow thrusts and eventually the taller boy relaxed and let him inside. Alex took this opportunity to scissor his fingers, starting to search around. Jack was moaning softly, though Alex couldn't be sure if it was from pleasure or discomfort. He took his time and eventually added the third finger, curling them all slightly.
"Shit, that hurts," Jack whimpered.
"Fuck, sorry, Jack... do you want to stop?" Alex said, biting his lip.
Maybe this was too much for a first try.
"N-no, keep going..."
Alex nodded even though Jack wasn't looking at him, and he stretched all three fingers as far as he could. He felt one of them brush against... something. He smirked. There it was.
Jack moaned, his whole body twitching with the suddenness of it.
"Fuck! Right there!"
Alex smirked and started to thrust all three fingers against it.
"Feels good, right?"
"Yes! So good! Oh my God, Alex!" Jack groaned, apparently unable to keep quiet.
Soon he was grinding back on Alex's hand, desperate for him to be deeper. Alex sensed his need and removed his fingers, causing Jack to whine in disappointment.
"Sit in my lap," he ordered.
Jack quickly did so and kissed Alex, biting at his lip. Alex moaned, starting to jerk himself off.
"You looked so good like that," he moaned, flicking his wrist.
"I never knew it would feel so amazing," Jack whimpered, bouncing on Alex's legs.
He wanted to be full again. Alex was enjoying this dominance he was asserting though; the roles had switched.
"Need to come yet?" Alex asked, taking a hold of Jack's hips.
"S-so much, Lex. Please," Jack said softly.
"Don't," Alex said firmly as he lifted Jack's hips and started to lower him gently onto his dick. "Tell me how bad you want to."
Jack whimpered and buried his face into Alex's shoulder.
"So much it aches, Alex. P-please."
Alex leaned forward, kissing and whispering against Jack's ear.
"Just tell me if this hurts too much, baby. I know you'd like it though. Just hold on a few more minutes."
Jack nodded and smiled. He trusted Alex. And this did feel good, apart from this burn-stretch pain. Alex knew a remedy for that, though -- he started to stroke Jack's leaking cock slowly, using his thumb to smear the pre-come across the tip. He tried not to thrust into Jack right away but it was hard work, the boy was so fucking warm and tight, he had no idea.
"Your little virgin ass feels so fucking good, baby," Alex smirked, running his tongue around the shell of Jack's ear.
"F-fuck, I need to come so much," Jack begged, not even bothering to giggle at Alex's comment like he normally would.
Alex ignored him.
"You like getting fucked? Who's the slut now?"
Jack just whimpered in response, "Harder, please."
Alex let go of Jack's length, gripping both his hips instead and bucking his own upwards roughly. He leaned forward and started to bite and suck Jack's collarbone, licking the sweat-salted skin.
"Come on, Jack, tell me how bad you have to come," Alex groaned, feeling his own orgasm start to build.
"S-so much, Lex. I-it hurts. I can't fucking hold it, please," Jack panted, barely able to form words any more.
Alex was having such a good time, what with Jack turning out to be such a little cock-slut and all. He gripped Jack's dick once again, pressing the tip of his thumb into the slit while simultaneously fucking his ass harder.
"Hold it for me, Jack, come on," he said.
"I can't hold it much longer, fuck!" Jack cried, grinding down and riding Alex's cock for himself.
"You're doing so good, baby," Alex whispered, kissing his neck. "So, so good."
"I can't hold it, Lex," Jack whimpered pathetically.
He was shaking. Alex smirked.
"Not yet. Just a little bit longer, baby, think how good you're gonna feel when you let it out, all over me, over my chest and my hand. I might even lick it clean for you."
"Alex!" Jack cried out, feeling tears prick his eyes.
This hurt so fucking much. His stomach, his entire lower half, it was on fire.
"Harder!"
Alex bucked his hips, knowing Jack would regret that tomorrow, but he was enjoying himself too much to care.
"Come for me."
That command was fucking sweet music to Jack's ears, and his back arched impossibly as he screamed Alex's name and let everything go over his body. Alex moaned at the sight and let himself release inside, hot and filling as he yelled out a mantra of, "Fuckfuckfuckfuck!" against Jack's shoulder, biting it hard. Jack moaned at the feeling, resting his sweaty forehead against Alex's and trying to catch his breath. He felt weak and shaky, like he might pass out. But in the good way. Alex took initiative and got up to find something to clean them with.
He came back from the kitchen with a wet paper towel, wiping himself down and then Jack, who was sleepily pulling on his boxers and gathering their clothes. Alex chuckled and put his own underwear back on, taking the garments out of Jack's hands and tossing them with the rest of the laundry. He wiped his forehead again, still feeling a little sweaty, but he blamed it on all the activity rather than the lingering queasy feeling he still had from earlier.
"You look like you're gonna die, man," he laughed softly. "Come on, I'll carry you."
Jack smiled weakly and wrapped his arms round Alex's shoulders, who then picked him up and laid him down in his bunk. After a moment's thought, he climbed in beside him and pulled the blankets over them.
"I hope I didn't hurt you too much, Jack," he whispered, snuggling against his best friend's chest.
"No, fuck, that was amazing," Jack grinned, playing with Alex's hair.
"It's gonna be agony later, y'know."
"I know, but it was worth it."
"I didn't think you'd even be up for getting fingered..."
"I didn't think I'd like it..." Jack admitted, kissing the top of Alex's head.
"I wanted you to know what it felt like when you did it to me," Alex giggled.
"Thank God for your sex dream," Jack laughed.
They cuddled in silence for a while longer, Alex's hands running up and down Jack's chest.
"We're gonna do that again, right?" Alex asked after a while, biting his lip.
"Hell yes we will, my best friend is sexy when he's horny," Jack laughed, winking at him.
"Jack... about that..." Alex said softly, nuzzling into Jack's shoulder.
"Yeah, Lex?"
"If we do it again, maybe... maybe we should be a little bit more than friends...? I mean..." he trailed off, unsure of how to word it. He and Jack had always had this 'thing' that they didn't acknowledge, this connection, but they brushed it off easily. After having had sex though, it was a little harder to ignore.
Jack smiled down at him. It wasn't like he hadn't thought about that before too.
"You mean, like... date?"
"Yeah. Date," Alex blushed, glancing up at him.
"I'd like that."
Alex grinned and grabbed Jack's face, kissing it all over.
"You're totally getting a blowjob tomorrow morning!"
Jack laughed and kissed him back, cuddling down against the pillows. They went quiet again for a while, sleep starting to pull them under, the trip to the laundry place long forgotten. The guys could find them later, it didn't matter right now.
"Alex?"
"Mhmm?"
"I guess you're feeling a lot better now, huh?" Jack laughed softly, remembering that this had all started because Alex felt sick.
"Uh..." Alex mumbled, looking pale.
The queasiness had not improved with time. Jack looked at him quizzically for a moment before Alex suddenly lurched forward, throwing himself out the bunk and running to the bathroom. Jack grimaced as he heard Alex vomit into the sink. He sighed and rolled his eyes as he got up to go and help him.
First night with his new boyfriend spent making sure he didn't puke himself into a coma.
AUTHOR: eve / atlaregay
PAIRING: jalex
RATING: nc-17
WARNING: spanking, orgasm denial
DISCLAIMER: ain't my boys. title to the blackout.
SUMMARY: alex feels sick. and horny.
A/N: this took me literally weeks to finish. no motivation and laziness. not sure i'm happy with how it turned out, it's a lot of dialogue and the end isn't the best. i loved the idea but... eh, i think i kind of hate the end product. sigh. on another note, i finally listened to don't panic yesterday, my package came in the mail, and it's fucking beautiful. <3__<3
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Jack stepped onto the bus, wondering where the fuck Alex had gotten to. He was supposed to meet him and the guys at the laundry place thirty minutes ago.
"Alex? If you're still sleeping, I swear to God..."
"I'm not! I'm in the back lounge," the 21-year-old singer called out, sounding pathetic. "I don't feel so great..."
Jack frowned and wandered through to find him sprawled on the sofa, looking pale and pouty. He had dark circles forming under his eyes and he just looked plain sorry for himself. It tugged on Jack's heartstrings to see his best friend looking so out of character.
"You're ill? Oh, Lex, I'm sorry. Do you want me to sit with you?"
"Would you? I threw up earlier..."
"Do you need a doctor?" Jack said, concerned.
"No, it wasn't that bad. I'm a bit better now but I still feel kind of funny," he whimpered, his pout sticking out further.
Jack rolled his eyes, sitting down and wrapping his arms around Alex. He grabbed the remote and flicked the TV on, settling for Adventure Time. Alex smiled weakly and tucked his legs up, cuddling against Jack's side and reveling in how warm he was.
"Thanks, Jack," he said softly, already feeling his eyes get heavy.
"That's what best friends are for," Jack beamed, rubbing his stomach a little.
They watched TV quietly together. Well, Jack watched TV. Alex drifted off to sleep soon after they sat down, and he was mumbling.
"You having a dream, Alex?" Jack smiled, shaking his head.
Alex mumbled louder, nudging closer, his mouth hanging open just a little. Jack laughed softly, brushing his dark hair out of his eyes. Alex's grip on Jack suddenly tightened, his fingers tangling into the shirt material.
"Jack... Jack... hmm..." he muttered.
"Lex...?" Jack said uncertainly. Alex was dreaming about him?
"Jacky..." Alex moaned slightly before continuing to mumble.
Jack tilted his head, giggling. "You having a sex dream about me, Lex?"
Speak too soon. Alex moaned louder, pushing one of his legs between Jack's and grinding gently, his eyelids fluttering.
"Fuck, Jack..."
Jack stared at him in disbelief, eyes wide. He felt like he should be pushing Alex away but instead, he was finding himself instantly aroused. Surely it would be a missed opportunity to push Alex off of him now? And, plus, Alex was sick. He couldn't wake his poor ill friend. No, Alex needed his sleep.
"F-fuck... that's hot..." he whispered to himself as Alex continued grinding.
Alex whined before starting up a continuous moan, rutting harder against the guitarist's leg. Jack bit his lip, knowing this was a ridiculous situation that he shouldn't be encouraging but he couldn't help it. He could feel how hard Alex was getting against his thigh, and his own jeans were starting to get a little tight.
"Shit... that's hot, oh my God, Alex," he whimpered quietly, shifting his leg back against Alex's groin to give him more friction.
Soon the singer was gripping Jack's shoulders, rutting into his hip and moaning even louder, occasional gasps of his best friend's name also leaving his lips. Jack's hand ran up the inside of Alex's thigh of its own accord, rubbing in circles near his crotch. He forgot to breathe as he watched Alex's back arch up, a whine catching in his throat before he went limp, breathing hard. Jack trailed his hand slightly higher, finding a tiny damp spot leaking through Alex's jeans. Well, fuck. That's a lot of come. He smirked, kissing his hair.
"Someone's horny."
Alex was still, sleeping soundly for another twenty minutes or so before he started to stir awake, momentarily confused about where he was. He looked around, his eyes half open, before remembering he was napping on the sofa with Jack, who was giggling mischievously and kissing his nose. What?
"Did you have a nice dream, Alex?"
Alex stretched, and that was about the time he realised his underwear was wet, and that was also about the time he remembered exactly what he had dreamt about. He rolled away from Jack as quickly as possible. How the fuck had a quick nap turned into that?
"Um... uh... I don't... I don't think I remember," he mumbled.
"Really? I don't believe you."
"Why?" Alex gulped.
"Because you're not very quiet. Or subtle. You were practically humping me for a good ten minutes saying my name."
Alex's eyes widened, a blush spreading as he stuttered in embarrassment.
"Wh-what?! Oh my god... Jack, I... oh God."
"Yeah, that's what you said. Except it was more moaning," Jack giggled.
"Oh my fucking God. I can't believe I did that," Alex blushed harder, hiding his face in his hands.
It was one of those moments where he wished there was some kind of freak natural disaster tearing through the land without warning to kill him and save him the embarrassment of dealing with the situation.
"I couldn't either, but it was really fucking hot to watch, not gonna lie," Jack said sincerely.
"But this is so humiliating!" Alex wailed before catching onto what his friend had said. "Wait... hot?"
"Y-yeah... at first I was a little weirded out, but fuck, Alex... you're so hot when you're horny," he nodded with a nervous laugh, shifting back closer to Alex, who was still blushing, but also now smiling.
"Oh... Jack... you have a boner," he said, biting his lip as his eyes focused on the guitarist's crotch with a raise of his eyebrows.
"That's what happens when people grind on you," he chuckled, shrugging.
"Um... what exactly was I doing?"
"Grinding on my leg and moaning my name, and then you were holding onto me and I might've rubbed your thigh..."
"Fuck! Jack! I'm really sorry, but, why the hell didn't you stop me?" Alex exclaimed.
"Like I said, hot. I was disappointed when you stopped," Jack chuckled, pulling Alex into his lap.
Alex squirmed, his damp boxers clinging to his skin.
"Sticky?" Jack laughed.
Alex blushed again.
"This is so embarrassing, like... I don't think I've ever wanted the ground to open up and swallow me more than right now."
"Why, Lex? You're so sexy and that would be a real shame."
Alex gaped at him for a moment.
"Well... the dream was really hot. Maybe it was worth it," he said. Well, if he can't beat 'em... join 'em.
"Tell me about it, Lex... shit, tell me everything," Jack breathed.
"R-really? You wanna hear it?"
"Fuck, I want to hear all of it, Alex. All of it."
Alex nodded nervously, but Jack seemed pretty damn excited to know, so he buried his face into his friend's shoulder and hoped his blushing would subside soon. He rested his hand gently over Jack's crotch as he spoke.
"Well... I was sitting in your lap just like this, and we were making out and you started playing with my nipples and, um, teasing my dick and I was so desperate and I was begging you and everything. But you made me lie down and... um..." he trailed off, embarrassed.
He sounded like an idiot. But Jack was pushing his hips up against his hand, smiling.
"Then what, Lexy? Fuck, tell me please, I need to know."
Alex smiled back, rubbing his hand in timid circles over Jack's bulge.
"Right, um... you made me lie down in your lap and you, uh... spanked me. A lot."
"Fuck... what next? God, just picturing this..."
"Jack, I can feel you literally shaking, are you sure you can handle this?" Alex giggled, starting to relax.
His best friend, surprisingly, didn't think he was a freak.
"Just keep talking, Alex, please," he moaned softly.
And Alex did. He told him every little detail, every detail about how he begged him on his knees and sucked him off. Every detail about how he let Jack fuck his mouth and pull on his hair. About how Jack fingered him and made him beg some more until he was almost crying.
He gave his best friend a gentle squeeze, smirking.
"You still okay?"
"You're such a whore, Alex, it's so fucking sexy," Jack breathed.
"Well, you finally bent me over the table and fucked me," Alex laughed and blushed, pleased with Jack's reaction to all of this.
"D-damn, Alex, that's hot. I swear to God I'm doing that to you some time."
"Jack, you're seriously shaking right now," he giggled.
"I didn't know I could get this turned on," he said quietly, leaning forward and sucking at Alex's neck, his mouth rough.
He grabbed a hold of Alex's hips, grinding up into him and the older boy reciprocated, taking Jack's face in his hands and kissing him. He teased his tongue into his best friend's mouth, feeling himself harden again at the moans. Jack ran his hands up Alex's shirt, feeling the warm expanse of his skin.
"I want you, Jack," Alex gasped, pressing their bodies together.
"Just shut up and fucking kiss me," he murmured.
"You're gonna have to be nicer than that if you want my ass," he laughed, kissing his jaw and trailing his tongue down to his neck.
Jack whipped off his shirt, chuckling.
"Face it, I could tie you down and scream at you, and you'd still let me fuck you."
"You have no idea how many times I've jerked off thinking about getting fucked by you, Jack..." Alex mumbled, sucking and biting at his collarbone.
"That's so hot, just imagining you jerking off thinking about me..."
"I finger myself sometimes and pretend it's you," Alex blushed.
"Th-that's even sexier, Lex... shit, I can't wait to fuck you."
Alex giggled, pulling Jack's nipples and rubbing his hand over his bulge. He tugged his own shirt off, sighing with slight relief. His hands went straight back to Jack's crotch, rubbing and teasing. Jack ground up against him, moaning and whimpering when Alex leaned forward to suck at his bottom lip. It was starting to hurt. It was impatient. So Jack kicked off his jeans, and as much as he wanted to touch himself, he occupied his hands on Alex's nipples, pinching them hard.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Lexy?" he asked, his voice soft. His hands were not, nails raking sensitive skin.
"I need you so badly, it fucking aches," Alex hissed, arching into the guitarist's calloused touch.
Alex's jeans and boxers were soon discarded, along with Jack's underwear too, and after some downward glances in surprise and delight at each other's hard cocks, Jack was kissing his best friend again, savouring the taste of him.
"What do you want to do first?" he whispered.
"S-spank me? It hurt so good in my dream," Alex blushed for possibly the thousandth time that day.
Jack was eager, however, getting Alex to lie face-down across his lap. He was warned not to make a fucking sound, not one. Alex promised he wouldn't, of course, but he couldn't help the gentle squirms into Jack's thigh. Sweet, sweet friction.
"Don't fucking grind on me again, whore," Jack snapped, bringing his hand down hard in punishment.
If one could call it that.
Alex shook his head quickly as an apology, biting back a whimper. And Jack told him he was a very good boy, continuing the slaps harder and harder. He was enjoying this more than he thought he would. He had never been one for spanking kinks, but the throbbing erection he was dealing with right then said otherwise. The sting on his own hand made his whole arm tingle, and he grinned devilishly, loving the way Alex's perfect ass was practically glowing scarlet. His pleasure of torturing the smaller boy was soon interrupted by a moan, quickly stopped short.
"What was that I heard, Alex?!" Jack hissed at him furiously, finding it surprisingly easy to get into being such a dominant character.
The singer whimpered, shaking his head again quickly.
"We'll do a few more, but you better be fucking quiet."
Alex's eyes hurt from keeping back tears of pain, but he wouldn't wish himself anywhere else right now. Jack was being horrible and mean and his ass hurt so fucking much it felt like it was on fire... but it was making him need the younger boy so much more.
Jack enjoyed the last few spanks he gave Alex, watching the skin bounce and ripple when he brought his hand down. The last hand was the hardest, and Jack could feel Alex had tensed his muscles considerably harder than when they started, which was stupid, really, because that only made it hurt all the more. But it was finally over, and Jack tapped the spot lightly.
"Good," he praised, smoothing his previously rough hands over Alex's ass in the gentlest way he could manage.
"Fuck... I need it, Jack, please," Alex whimpered quietly, keeping as still as he could under the circumstances.
"What do you need, Lex?" Jack said offhandedly.
"I don't know! Anything, anything you want, Jack, a blowjob or a handjob or anything, I'll do anything for you," Alex babbled.
"Shit, suck me off, Alex," Jack breathed, his cock twitching at the thought.
Alex was quick to kneel on the floor between his best friend's legs. He gave Jack a smirk before taking a rough hold on him. He started to jerk him, tight and so painfully slow. It didn't take long for most of Jack to be swallowed down Alex's throat, his head bobbing quickly. The guitarist had fistfuls of Alex's hair as he whimpered, feeling Alex moan around him. The point of his hot, hot tongue pressed directly into the over-sensitive slit and Jack was groaning and bucking forward, the sound of Alex choking and coughing but struggling to continue making him feel guilty and even more aroused at the same time.
"S-sorry, fuck, Alex," he managed.
"It's okay, I'm okay, fuck my mouth," Alex nodded eagerly, grazing his teeth down Jack's length and taking his balls in his hand, rubbing them gently.
Alex pulled back a little, letting Jack thrust in and out of his mouth for a while longer with a cry of, "Fuck, that's so good, Alex!" before he stood up, wiping his mouth and grinning.
"That was amazing," Jack said breathlessly, trying to calm his hips.
"You're fucking huge, Jack."
"I know," he giggled. "Imagine how good I'm gonna feel inside you."
"Shit, Jack..." Alex bit his lip.
It was blurry as Alex climbed back into his friend's lap, both grinding, both desperate. Jack's fingers were soon teasing his entrance and Alex was mumbling something about lube before rushing off to retrieve an almost-empty bottle from his bunk.
"Someone uses this a lot, slut," Jack giggled again, wetting three fingers with it.
"Um. That's my second bottle this tour," Alex blushed slightly once again.
"Sexy little whore, you finger yourself a lot?" Jack smirked, pulling Alex into his lap and pushing in the first.
Now, Alex shouldn't have felt his body prickle as much as it did when Jack spoke to him that way, but it encouraged a guttural moan to escape his throat as he pushed down onto Jack's hand.
"I've been r-really... um... wanting you lately. I jerked off twice a day, maybe three if I could do it in the shower," he panted, feeling Jack squeeze in a second finger and scissor them.
The third quickly followed, Jack smirking as he curled and uncurled them.
"You like that, Alex?" he commented.
"Sh-shit! Jack, please... I'm not full enough, I need you, baby, please... fuck me so hard that I can feel it for days," Alex whimpered, scraping his nails down Jack's chest.
Jack was hesitant, he didn't want to hurt his best friend. The spankings would be nothing compared to the pain of his dick pounding against him. He removed his fingers and gave Alex a soft kiss, and Alex quickly poked his tongue out to lick along Jack's lips.
"I want it rough, Jack, I know you do too," he whispered, his eyes pleading.
Jack finally smiled and agreed, giggling as he lifted Alex off the sofa and pinned him against the bus wall. Alex made a sound of delight, wrapping his legs tight around Jack's waist as the taller man kissed his shoulder. He pushed in slowly, keeping a careful watch on Alex's expression. He continued to move his lips against Alex's skin, over his neck and his shoulder, keeping him calm. Eventually Alex gave a soft moan and asked him for it harder. Jack was happy to oblige, pulling out and slamming back in.
"Jack! More, God fucking dammit!" Alex cried out.
"Alex," Jack moaned as he started up a rhythm, drawing out the vowel of the word and burying his head into Alex's shoulder. "You're so fucking tight..."
Alex scraped his blunt nails down Jack's spine, reaching down to grab his ass and squeeze. Jack whimpered, bucking his hips into Alex harder and earning groans of pleasure. Alex gripped the skin of Jack's ass more firmly, trailing his fingers over just a little and finding his entrance, circling it teasingly. What an idea.
"J-Jack," he panted. "Have you ever been fingered?"
Jack's hips faltered.
"N-no."
"Oh, God, Jack, let me finger you, it'll feel so fucking amazing," Alex said, kissing his neck desperately.
He wanted Jack to feel what he was feeling right now.
"Anything for you," Jack breathed, letting Alex slide to the floor.
The smaller boy sat down on the sofa, patting his legs for Jack to lie on. He did as he was told and Alex lubed up his fingers, teasing his entrance with the first one. He slipped in it and thrust it at a shallow pace.
"How's this?"
"Um..." Jack pondered, squirming a little. It was damn uncomfortable, that was for sure.
Alex giggled at him. "It'll feel good soon."
He slid one more in, encountering some resistance when Jack tensed up but he gave some shallow thrusts and eventually the taller boy relaxed and let him inside. Alex took this opportunity to scissor his fingers, starting to search around. Jack was moaning softly, though Alex couldn't be sure if it was from pleasure or discomfort. He took his time and eventually added the third finger, curling them all slightly.
"Shit, that hurts," Jack whimpered.
"Fuck, sorry, Jack... do you want to stop?" Alex said, biting his lip.
Maybe this was too much for a first try.
"N-no, keep going..."
Alex nodded even though Jack wasn't looking at him, and he stretched all three fingers as far as he could. He felt one of them brush against... something. He smirked. There it was.
Jack moaned, his whole body twitching with the suddenness of it.
"Fuck! Right there!"
Alex smirked and started to thrust all three fingers against it.
"Feels good, right?"
"Yes! So good! Oh my God, Alex!" Jack groaned, apparently unable to keep quiet.
Soon he was grinding back on Alex's hand, desperate for him to be deeper. Alex sensed his need and removed his fingers, causing Jack to whine in disappointment.
"Sit in my lap," he ordered.
Jack quickly did so and kissed Alex, biting at his lip. Alex moaned, starting to jerk himself off.
"You looked so good like that," he moaned, flicking his wrist.
"I never knew it would feel so amazing," Jack whimpered, bouncing on Alex's legs.
He wanted to be full again. Alex was enjoying this dominance he was asserting though; the roles had switched.
"Need to come yet?" Alex asked, taking a hold of Jack's hips.
"S-so much, Lex. Please," Jack said softly.
"Don't," Alex said firmly as he lifted Jack's hips and started to lower him gently onto his dick. "Tell me how bad you want to."
Jack whimpered and buried his face into Alex's shoulder.
"So much it aches, Alex. P-please."
Alex leaned forward, kissing and whispering against Jack's ear.
"Just tell me if this hurts too much, baby. I know you'd like it though. Just hold on a few more minutes."
Jack nodded and smiled. He trusted Alex. And this did feel good, apart from this burn-stretch pain. Alex knew a remedy for that, though -- he started to stroke Jack's leaking cock slowly, using his thumb to smear the pre-come across the tip. He tried not to thrust into Jack right away but it was hard work, the boy was so fucking warm and tight, he had no idea.
"Your little virgin ass feels so fucking good, baby," Alex smirked, running his tongue around the shell of Jack's ear.
"F-fuck, I need to come so much," Jack begged, not even bothering to giggle at Alex's comment like he normally would.
Alex ignored him.
"You like getting fucked? Who's the slut now?"
Jack just whimpered in response, "Harder, please."
Alex let go of Jack's length, gripping both his hips instead and bucking his own upwards roughly. He leaned forward and started to bite and suck Jack's collarbone, licking the sweat-salted skin.
"Come on, Jack, tell me how bad you have to come," Alex groaned, feeling his own orgasm start to build.
"S-so much, Lex. I-it hurts. I can't fucking hold it, please," Jack panted, barely able to form words any more.
Alex was having such a good time, what with Jack turning out to be such a little cock-slut and all. He gripped Jack's dick once again, pressing the tip of his thumb into the slit while simultaneously fucking his ass harder.
"Hold it for me, Jack, come on," he said.
"I can't hold it much longer, fuck!" Jack cried, grinding down and riding Alex's cock for himself.
"You're doing so good, baby," Alex whispered, kissing his neck. "So, so good."
"I can't hold it, Lex," Jack whimpered pathetically.
He was shaking. Alex smirked.
"Not yet. Just a little bit longer, baby, think how good you're gonna feel when you let it out, all over me, over my chest and my hand. I might even lick it clean for you."
"Alex!" Jack cried out, feeling tears prick his eyes.
This hurt so fucking much. His stomach, his entire lower half, it was on fire.
"Harder!"
Alex bucked his hips, knowing Jack would regret that tomorrow, but he was enjoying himself too much to care.
"Come for me."
That command was fucking sweet music to Jack's ears, and his back arched impossibly as he screamed Alex's name and let everything go over his body. Alex moaned at the sight and let himself release inside, hot and filling as he yelled out a mantra of, "Fuckfuckfuckfuck!" against Jack's shoulder, biting it hard. Jack moaned at the feeling, resting his sweaty forehead against Alex's and trying to catch his breath. He felt weak and shaky, like he might pass out. But in the good way. Alex took initiative and got up to find something to clean them with.
He came back from the kitchen with a wet paper towel, wiping himself down and then Jack, who was sleepily pulling on his boxers and gathering their clothes. Alex chuckled and put his own underwear back on, taking the garments out of Jack's hands and tossing them with the rest of the laundry. He wiped his forehead again, still feeling a little sweaty, but he blamed it on all the activity rather than the lingering queasy feeling he still had from earlier.
"You look like you're gonna die, man," he laughed softly. "Come on, I'll carry you."
Jack smiled weakly and wrapped his arms round Alex's shoulders, who then picked him up and laid him down in his bunk. After a moment's thought, he climbed in beside him and pulled the blankets over them.
"I hope I didn't hurt you too much, Jack," he whispered, snuggling against his best friend's chest.
"No, fuck, that was amazing," Jack grinned, playing with Alex's hair.
"It's gonna be agony later, y'know."
"I know, but it was worth it."
"I didn't think you'd even be up for getting fingered..."
"I didn't think I'd like it..." Jack admitted, kissing the top of Alex's head.
"I wanted you to know what it felt like when you did it to me," Alex giggled.
"Thank God for your sex dream," Jack laughed.
They cuddled in silence for a while longer, Alex's hands running up and down Jack's chest.
"We're gonna do that again, right?" Alex asked after a while, biting his lip.
"Hell yes we will, my best friend is sexy when he's horny," Jack laughed, winking at him.
"Jack... about that..." Alex said softly, nuzzling into Jack's shoulder.
"Yeah, Lex?"
"If we do it again, maybe... maybe we should be a little bit more than friends...? I mean..." he trailed off, unsure of how to word it. He and Jack had always had this 'thing' that they didn't acknowledge, this connection, but they brushed it off easily. After having had sex though, it was a little harder to ignore.
Jack smiled down at him. It wasn't like he hadn't thought about that before too.
"You mean, like... date?"
"Yeah. Date," Alex blushed, glancing up at him.
"I'd like that."
Alex grinned and grabbed Jack's face, kissing it all over.
"You're totally getting a blowjob tomorrow morning!"
Jack laughed and kissed him back, cuddling down against the pillows. They went quiet again for a while, sleep starting to pull them under, the trip to the laundry place long forgotten. The guys could find them later, it didn't matter right now.
"Alex?"
"Mhmm?"
"I guess you're feeling a lot better now, huh?" Jack laughed softly, remembering that this had all started because Alex felt sick.
"Uh..." Alex mumbled, looking pale.
The queasiness had not improved with time. Jack looked at him quizzically for a moment before Alex suddenly lurched forward, throwing himself out the bunk and running to the bathroom. Jack grimaced as he heard Alex vomit into the sink. He sighed and rolled his eyes as he got up to go and help him.
First night with his new boyfriend spent making sure he didn't puke himself into a coma.