We Were Both Sixteen And It Felt So Right (Part Two)
Titled: We Were Both Sixteen And It Felt So Right (Part Two)
Author: chasingxrabbits
Pairing: Jalex (Jack Barakat/Alexander Gaskarth)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I only own the plot and story.
Summary: "Do you remember that one time..."
Jack eyed his best friend, sitting across from him on the couch - the one he'd deemed his on the first day of that tour - with a magazine across his lap.
"Jack, did you read this review of us?" he asked, not lifting his chocolate eyes from the page. Jack shook his head even though Alex wasn't looking.
"Nope," Jack answered, he turned to open the bus curtain a little, peeking out only to be greeted by a few girls that were still waiting behind the red velvet rope. He kind of couldn't believe that they were willing to sit outside in 20 degree weather after they'd already done the show and meet and greet. Jack kind of felt horrible for them, but he was pretty sure him and Alex had both done pictures with the most of the ones left, so it eased his guilt a bit.
"We should have Rian and Zack read this when they get back," Alex said, haphazardly throwing the magazine onto the coffee table in front of him before finally looking up. He folded his arms over his sweatshirt-clad chest to keep warm as he waited for Jack to respond.
But when Jack did respond, it wasn't with what Alex had imagined.
He was still looking out the window and the street light shinned in against his white teeth when he spoke. "Remember that time when we were sixteen and we made out in Zack's food pantry?"
Alex blinked a few times before the tops of his cheeks blushed a shade darker. He raised a thick, dark eyebrow as he lifted a hand through his dyed auburn hair. "That's not something I'd forget," he said, offering his best friend a half smile.
Jack stood then, making his way over to where Alex was sitting and placed himself on the coffee table. He faced his best friend, biting his bottom lip.
He stayed quiet for a minute, just staring into Alex's eyes.
"How long are we going to keep doing this?" he asked, and Alex instantly furrowed his brow line; pretending like he didn't know what Jack was talking about. Jack wasn't buying it.
"Doing what?" Alex asked, adverting his eyes so he didn't have to see Jack roll his own.
"Don't even go there," Jack scolded, reaching a hand out to grip Alex's chin between his thumb and his forefinger.
Alex scowled at him childishly, folding his arms over his chest. Jack leaned into him, their lips almost touching. He could feel Jack’s warm breath against his face and it made him melt into the leather of the couch a little bit. He pressed forward, eyes lidding as Jack spoke.
“Are you still crazy for me?” Jack breathed. Alex noted that his voice smelled like chocolate from the Halloween candy he’d been eating.
Alex bit his lip, nodding, just the slightest movement.
“Can you say it for me?” Jack asked, leaning in and just ghosting their lips together.
“I’m still crazy for you, Jack,” Alex admitted, running his hands through Jack’s dark locks.
“Mm,” Jack hummed, leaning in and lapping his tongue on the underside of Alex’s jaw line gingerly. The elder shivered instinctively as Jack reached that indented, tender spot just below his ear.
“Jack,” Alex whispered and, in response, the mentioned boy leaned into him more until Alex had to lay back on couch.
Their heads snapped up as they heard a commotion just outside the door of their bus, and they shared a quick look.
“Get the lights,” Jack said, shooting up from where he was kneeling on the floor. Alex did as he was told, flipping the lights just as the door to the bus was unlocking.
“In,” the younger whispered, pushing his best friend into the bunk next to him before crawling into his own. Alex tried to pretend nothing was going on as people filled their surroundings. Seconds later, the curtain was flying open next to him, someone leaning down on their knees to look in.
Alex squinted like his eyes weren’t used to the light - he was a pretty good actor by now.
“Are you in bed already?” Tiffany asked, giggling a little as Alex rolled away from her a bit.
“Uh, yeah, babe. Hense me...in bed,” he answered, rolling his eyes. She smelled like alcohol from the bars they’d been at and he had very little tolerance for her when she was like that; she got just plain annoying. He couldn’t understand how she managed to pack away all that alcohol; she could even impress Rian, and Rian could out-drink just about anyone Alex knew.
“No need to be a cock, Lex,” she said, faking hurt as she whipped her top off, right there in the isle for everyone to see. She obviously wasn’t thinking, but it made Alex upset anyway.
He groaned, pulling her closer as he tried to pull her shirt back on. “What the fuck are you doing? Get in here.”
She laughed as he tugged her into the bunk, purely because he could see a wasted Zack in the adjacent bunk to him, grimacing at the sight.
Jack sneered, disgusted as well as he peeked out the split between his curtain and the bunk, witnessing what had just gone on between them. He made a noise of discontentment, rolling over in his bunk when all the lights on the bus flipped off.
He laid awake all that night, listening to the sound of Rian snoring. Then entire bus - he was sure - smelled like death, which was really just stale alcohol and sweat.
“Jack.”
Jack’s eyes shot open, glancing around. He was sure no one was awake, but he could have sworn he’d just heard someone call him under their breath.
“Jack,” the voice came again, and Jack pulled back his curtain, peeking out into the isle. He jumped as Alex’s face was right there - seriously right there in front of his, causing him to hit his head on the ceiling of his bunk.
“Oh, sorry!” Alex whispered quickly.
“Ow,” he whined as Alex reached a hand out to rub the spot, chuckling a little. “Fuck, Lex.”
“Sorry,” Alex said under his breath, giving Jack that little half smile. “Can I come in?”
"Hurry," Jack demanded, pulled Alex in head first and shutting the curtain as fast as he could.
Alex was giggling profusely as he tried to resituate himself, lying completely wrong and cramped in the small space. Once he was able to manoeuvre himself to actually being comfortable, he snuggled into Jack's warm side.
"Sorry about earlier," Alex whispered, looking up at his best friend.
Jack gave him a little shrug, actually a little angry with Alex. He knew it wasn't the elder's fault that his girlfriend was stupid as hell. He still couldn't understand why Alex would stay with her.
"Jack," Alex groaned, sliding his hand into Jack's dark hair. "Don't be like that."
"Shut up, Alex," Jack snapped quietly, rolling his eyes with his words. "I'm not being like anything."
"Yeah, you are. You're being a dick," Alex retorted with a pouty bottom lip.
Jack scooted up in his bunk the best he could. "Do you really think its okay to just let her sleep in your bunk and you come over here and cuddle like you're with me?"
"Let's not do this tonight," argued Alex in a softer voice. "Let's just enjoy this."
Half of the raven haired boy wanted to yell at him, get up and storm off, but the other half really just wanted that warm, wet set of lips on his again, so he went with the latter.
He allowed Alex to press an open mouth kiss against him, hot and dirty. He wasn't about to waste time, because they knew better than anyone how little they always had. It was only about a half an hour until Tiffany got cold and went looking for Alex.
Jack pushed it out of his head and pulled Alex on top of him, situating hips perfectly before meshing their lips together again. Alex hummed in affirmation into Jack's open lips as he worked his tongue past the boy's rows of teeth.
"Hurry," Alex giggled into his mouth as Jack fumbled his fingers to fit under the band of Alex's sweats, pushing them down with the elder's briefs. Jack cupped his bare ass cheeks in both hands causing Alex to laugh harder.
"Shh," Jack hushed, laughing under his breath himself. "We don't want to get caught."
Alex pursed his lips together; man handling the front of Jack's boxers and feeling his hard-on just under the fabric between them.
"Get these off," Jack whispered, pushing Alex's bottoms off as far as he could until his finger tips couldn't grasp it anymore. Alex complied, twisting awkwardly as he made these uncomfortable grunting noises until he got the bottoms down to his knees, then was able to kick them off the rest of the way.
Jack was instantly attaching his lips to Alex's neck, sucking and nipping like it was going out of style. Letting out these little mewls, Alex decided it was time to work a hand between Jack's boxers, getting a tight hand around his best friend's cock.
Jack's deep brown eyes flared, biting down and accidentally drawing blood onto Alex's neck. He apologized, but the elder didn't really seem to care at all, didn't really feel it. But Jack could feel Alex's cock on his leg, could feel it growing harder as seconds ticked on and it was like fuel for him. There wasn't much he loved more than turning Alex on, and they both knew that he could like no other person on the face of the Earth.
"Ride me," Jack purred, working Alex's ass cheeks in the palms of his hands. Alex licked his lips involuntarily, nodding at the idea.
He reached behind Jack's head and into the corner of the bunk where he knew Jack kept a little bottle of lubricant and dropped it on his chest.
Jack stared at it. "How did you know that..." he trailed off before Alex answered.
"I watched you once," he replied, opening the bottle himself when he realized Jack wasn't paying attention to the bottle.
"Weird, Lex," Jack laughed huffily. "You watched me masturbate?"
"Shh," Alex hushed, rolling his eyes as he squirted a drop of the blue liquid into his hand before reaching down and taking Jack's cock into his palm.
"Like that?" he asked, sliding the length through his fist like a fucking champ as Jack bit down on his bottom lip to hold back a moan.
"Mhm," Jack answered, spitting on his fingers and sliding one into Alex's ass without warning, causing the mentioned boy to choke a little on his cockiness.
His pretty, perfect face twisted up in a look of pain, his pink bottom lip popping open like he wanted to let out a moan like he never had, but Jack shook his head.
"Uh, uh-uh. Don't do it," Jack warned with a teasing smile as he worked his finger in and out of Alex's ass, gently forcing in a second when he knew Alex had himself under control.
"Just go, Jack. I can't take it," he pleaded, pushing himself down onto Jack's fingers with a pained look.
"I think you need another finger," Jack argued teasingly.
"No," Alex whined. "Just, c'mon."
Jack rolled his eyes. "Okay, pushy."
"We don't have time to stretch, Jack," Alex retorted, rolling his eyes as he reached back and took Jack's cock in his hand, sitting himself onto it. He tried to relax at the head pushed past the muscles, tightening inside of him.
Alex bit back a painful growl, but he rolled his eyes when he looked back down as a euphoric Jack.
"Well, I'm glad someone's enjoying it," Alex spat, grinding his teeth together in pain.
"God, " Jack laughed dryly. "You're like a fucking hormonal bitch, Lex; you're the one that wouldn't let me stretch you."
"Shut up," Alex whined, receiving a bit of a glare from his best friend.
"You're lucky," Jack started, putting his hands on top of Alex's shoulders, pushing down the rest of the way until his ass cheeks hit Jack's crotch. "That I love you, because you're a bitch."
Alex was making this face, like one a deer would make just before it got hit by an unexpected car; wide-eyed and horrified as pain kind of ripped through his body. He kind of crumpled onto Jack, laying over him, huffing like he just couldn't get enough air.
"Ow, Jack," he squeaked as he bit his bottom lip, his honey eyes welling up with tears.
"I know, baby. It's been a while," Jack whispered, rubbing gentle circles into the back of Alex back. They did this every time they had sex, ever since they first started. Alex had figured out that he couldn't bring himself to put all of his weight onto his lower half at that point, so Jack always helped him. The thing was that when they fucked, it was once every couple months, and Alex could never fully get used to the feeling of it all.
"Move, Jack," Alex whispered, clutching tight onto Jack's tee-shirt. "Please."
Jack nodded, gently pushing his hips up until he reached all the farther he could go. Slowly, aside the whimpering, Jack could feel Alex becoming more relaxed on top of him, and soon enough the elder was doing this movement - this rocking of his hips back to meet Jack's slow, gentle thrusts.
Alex hummed gently, and Jack could feel the patch of wet on his shirt where Alex was drooling a little.
Jack pursed his lips together, rolling his lower half up as he forced himself into the vice grip of Alex's muscles, over and over.
Alex tried to pick himself up, placing both hands on Jack's chest as he rolled himself back in a slow rhythmic pattern. It wasn't the kind of quick and hurried sex that they were used to; it was softer and sweeter, like they were trying to discover more than just finish.
"Lex," Jack hummed, laying his head back on the pillow and letting it squish in to the soft material. "That's good."
Alex nodded, completely understanding the feeling as he rocked himself back a little harder, feeling Jack's hard cock slide in and out. It's not like the other times where Jack would just kind of rail him, hitting his spot over and over and they were cumming within minutes, no, it was more of a teasing brush against his prostate and Alex was literally wiping the drool off of his mouth.
Jack was gritting his teeth hard like he couldn't take it. He could feel that either searing hot or freezing cold - never could tell - bubbling in his gut; that feeling of his inwards twisting maliciously in the most sickening and comforting way at the same time.
"Lex," he warned under his breath, keeping his eyes shut tight.
Alex must have predicted what Jack was going to say because he replied, "I know, me too, Jack."
Jack bit his bottom lip, rolling his head back as far as the bunk would allow him as he grabbed for Alex's cock between them, pumping it slow yet tight through his fist, squeezing tight on the head like he knew Alex liked.
Alex started letting out these little mewls, licking his lips as his honey-colored eyes rolled back in his head.
Jack kind of felt the same way, leaning as far up as he could without having Alex's head hit the top of the bunk to attach his mouth to Alex's neck.
Alex let out this surprised yet uncaring moan, because he was on the fucking edge, teetering on the cliff of sanity and complete oblivion.
"Take me, Jack," he mumbled as he let himself collapse back onto his best friend, his lips coming to meet Jack's in a messy kiss. Jack complied, taking both of his hands - one from Alex's cock - and placed them on Alex's ass, pushing it as far down as it would go.
Alex's eyes popped open, letting out a louder moan as the head of Jack's cock rammed into his prostate, pushing both of them into orgasm.
"Ah, fuck!" Jack squeaked, squeezing Alex's ass cheeks in his hands, getting Alex's muscles to tense tighter.
"Jack," his best friend gasped, pressing a tight, perfect kiss to Jack's lips as they started to come down together.
"Baby," Jack whispered, working a hand through his best friend's hair in comfort.
Alex hummed, kissing him gingerly just as the lights turned on in the bus. Alex gasped, eyes popping open.
"Fuck," he whispered, as the bunk curtain flew open, Zack peering in.
"Hey, guys. You wanna finish up here?" Zack groaned. Both boys staring, wide-eyed at him. Jack and Alex shared a quick look.
"Some of us like to get sleep at night."