Dear Mr. Gaskarth (40/46)
Titled: Dear Mr. Gaskarth (40/46)
Author: chasingxrabbits
Pairing: Jalex, Slight Merrikat and Olex (Alex and Oli)
Rating: NC-17
Dedications: Everyone who has commented on this. Thank you. Sincerely thank you. <3
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys at all, but the plot belongs to sausajizz and myself
Beta: paigerhiann, the lovely darling
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An entire week and a half had passed, one hundred percent smoothly. Well, other than that Jack’s lips was pretty sure that he was having withdrawals.
From what?
Alex.
Sure, they were spending day after day together, but there wasn’t a mere minute where they could be alone. Nearly every second was monitored either by the school itself or by Jack’s mom.
Every once in a while the boys would share a look. Not just a look, but a gaze. Sometimes Jack would turn and catch Alex looking at - no - sizing up his ass. He could see the man’s mind working, measuring the amount of time it took to undress Jack and how long they had before they were in company. It was never enough time apparently, because he had yet to be jumped and fucked.
Finally, it happened when both boys were spread out on the couch, fighting for the more of the space when Joyce announced that she was leaving for work and Mrs. Cook wasn’t able to be in that day.
“Behave yourselves,” she said with a knowing smile before shutting the door.
Jack sat still, watching as her car pulled out of the drive way before both boys shared another “Look”.
Alex bit his bottom lip.
“Are we alone?” he asked, leaning in a little and Jack did the same, nodding a little.
“Yep.”
Alex paused, dark eyes flicking to the upstairs. “Wanna take a shower?”
“Yep.”
It didn’t take more than a second for Alex to wrap his arms around Jack’s neck, leaning in and pressing their lips together. They stood, kissing all the way up the stairs, Jack stumbling a few times because he was going backwards with a boner.
When they finally got to the bathroom, Jack picked up Alex, eliciting a little squeak from him as he set the man on the edge of the sink.
Alex started to undress slowly, keeping Jack’s eyes as he pulled off his shirt. After a second, the younger boy opened the glass door, flipping on the shower and turning the nozzle until the water shot on.
When Jack looked back, Alex was completely naked, his hands reaching for Jack’s, deep red, shirt. Staring into Jack’s eyes. Alex smirked, getting down on his knees as he unbuttoned Jack’s pants, tugging them down.
Jack snaked his hands downward, tugging up Alex by his hair. Alex let out a little ‘unf’, but it was in vain, Jack pressing their lips together tight so the man’s tiny moan landed in Jack’s mouth.
Jack pulled him into the shower, Alex to the nozzle so he was the first to get soaked. Jack took a second to pull back, just to look at him, and he instantly got chills.
Alex’s hair was starting to drip, the water trickling off the strands and down his collarbones.
Jack licked his lips absentmindedly and Alex laughed, biting his bottom lip in a teasing, sexy gesture.
“What’s wrong?” he asked huskily, reaching forward and twirling his fingers through Jack’s raven hair.
“Absolutely nothing,” Jack answered. “You just look really hot like that.”
“Really?” Alex asked innocently, sliding down the wall behind him into a kneeling position, his face to Jack’s crotch. “How do I look now?”
Jack gulped a little, taking a moment to remember who he was. “Like a whore.”
Alex laughed a little, rolling his eyes at that before leaning forward and mouthing Jack’s cock, placing both hands on the boy’s hips.
Jack let out an animalistic growl then, placing a hand on the shower wall behind Alex and leaning into it. The water started to hit the top of his head, seeping down his scalp and giving him another round of chills.
Alex sucked on the top of Jack’s dick like a pro, lapping the flat of his tongue against it. Jack let out a moan at that, tightening his grip in Alex’s hair until he heard Alex squeak.
“Not so hard,” Alex laughed with a smirk, ducking down so he could take one of Jack balls into his mouth, sucking it and rolling it between the roof of his mouth and the whole of his tongue. Jack pulled in a breath of air, it hissing past his teeth, and he let it back out with a long, low moan, using his hand to press Alex tighter against him.
“Mm, Lex,” he drawled, eyes rolling back in his head.
Alex took that as a good sign, popping Jack’s ball out of his mouth and replacing it with the entirety of Jack’s cock. He took it down, down until it hit the back of his throat, and even then he pushed it farther.
“Ah!” Jack yelped, letting out a shaky breath. “Fuck.”
Alex pulled Jack’s cock back out with no trouble either, laughing at the look on the boy’s face.
“Where did you learn to do that?” Jack choked once he could get enough breath in his lungs.
“You don’t want to know,” Alex assured, standing and pressing the boy against the back of the shower.
Jack laughed at that, leaning in and sucking gently on the soft, supple skin on Alex’s neck. Alex licked his lips, tilting his head back and pulling in a jagged breath.
“Hey,” Jack spoke against Alex’s throat. “You know what?”
“Hm?” was all Alex could manage as Jack worked a hand down the man’s body.
“I can leave marks now,” Jack answered, nipping suddenly at Alex’s skin. The man yelped. “You know why?”
“W-why?” Alex asked, stuttering as Jack bit down again.
“Because you’re not his anymore,” Jack said simply. But what he said next had Alex stopping in his tracks. It wasn’t what he said, really, though that was certainly hot. It was how he said it; so animalistic, it was almost a growl - a snarl. “You’re mine, now.”
Alex opened his mouth, letting out a moan, a grin spreading across his lips as the water hit his back.
“Fuck me,” he pleaded back, wrapping his hands around Jack’s neck and pressing his thumbs against Jack’s throat until Jack gasped a little.
Jack raised his top lip, showing Alex all of his teeth, breathing into Alex’s face, hot and heavy.
Alex almost lost it there with how attractive the boy looked, wet and dripping as Jack dropped his hands to Alex’s hips and pressing his fingers into the, paper-thin, skin there.
Alex whined a little, reaching behind him to flip the shower off. He “slipped” a little, pressing his ass against Jack’s hard cock like a needy whore and they both let out pleasured noises.
“Jack,” Alex whined.
“On your knees," Jack demanded and Alex did as he was told, dropping onto his hands and knees like a dog as Jack grabbed a bottle of conditioner, dropping into a similar position.
“Lick me,” the bottom pleaded and Jack quirked an eyebrow. The thought made him cringe a little, but it only took him a second to realize that he’d already crossed about a million lines that day, what was one more?
Jack bent down then, spreading Alex’s cheeks a little before lapping his tongue against the man’s asshole. Alex moaned, like he hadn’t been expecting Jack to go through with it - a moan of surprise.
“F-fuck,” he choked, the tip of Jack’s tongue circling the ring of muscle lightly.
Once he’d started, Jack was kind of liking it, getting a little into it as his tongue repeatedly flicked over the spot, trying to wet the area as much as he could.
Alex was making these little kitten whimpers, these little afirmative noises that was doing his job.
“Uh-okay!” Alex whined. “Stop. I won’t last.”
Jack pulled back then, laughing as he grabbed the bottle of hair conditioner.
Alex looked back at him, quirking a think eyebrow. “Really, Jack? Conditioner?”
“Hey,” Jack scolded, squirting some into the palm of his hand. “It’s all I have. And on the upside, your asshole is going to be so soft.”
Alex didn’t have time to laugh before the boy was slipping two fingers into him, working them in and out quickly. He only allowed Alex about a minute to adjust before slipping another past the ring of muscle, pushing them in and out until Alex was moaning like a cheap slut.
“Jack, stop,” he commanded. “Fuck me, fuck me.”
“Y-yeah,” Jack agreed, pulling his fingers out quickly and starting to stroke his cock through the pile of conditioner in his palm.
“Mm, baby. Hurry,” Alex said, laying his wet head down on the (alligator shaped) shower mat. Before he could say any more, Jack was shoving into him, not stopping until his cock was buried to the hilt inside of Alex’s ass.
Alex let out a long moan into the shower floor, water dripping down his nose from his hair and then down the drain.
Jack couldn’t wait for Alex to adjust to the pain, couldn’t stop himself from thrusting his hips forward. Alex’s breath was hitching in his throat, like something was clogging any air from escaping his soft, swollen lips.
They were moving, pushing together, but Jack couldn’t seem to get the friction he loved, craved due to the wetness on their skin.
After a while though, the water started to dry up, Jack working his cock into Alex’s ass, and if you had been a viewer (I know you wish you were), you’d swear Jack had been fucking guys for the entirety of his love life, not just his second time.
Alex was whining, whimpering, and begging Jack to go deeper, harder, and every time, Jack would thrust forward unusually hard, mashing Alex’s face into the bottom of the tub with force.
It didn’t take long before Alex was coming into the shower mat, Jack following suit when Alex’s muscles tightened around his hard cock.
They were left a panting mess as Jack pulled out.
Alex didn’t move from his position as Jack stood, pulling a towel around his waist and fastening it at the hip, he just laid there like he was too weak to move, panting.
“C’mere,” Jack said gently, leaning down with another towel, picking Alex up and letting him wrap his arms around Jack’s neck.
As soft as he could manage, he started to dry the man, wiping off exess water from his body with care before toweling off Alex’s hair.
“Okay,” Jack cooed. “Get dressed.” Despite what he was saying, he clutched Alex tighter, and it didn’t take long for Jack to figure out that the man was near sleeping, eyes only a quarter of the way open.
“Hm?” the man hummed in question, clutching tighter to his boy like if he let go, he’d hurt himself.
“Are you going to get dressed?” Jack asked, picking up the pile of Alex’s clothes from the bathroom floor.
“No,” Alex protested like a child, winding his finger’s in Jack’s soft hair. “Carry me.”
Jack rolled his eyes, picking the man up with the support of the sink, and carried him into the next room, the spare room that Alex had been inhabiting. He laid the naked man down onto his bed, picking up Alex’s legs one at a time as he slipped on Alex’s briefs.
He noted that the man’s knees were an angry red from where he’d been kneeling on the alligator shower mat, as Jack pulled the covers over him, tucking him in like a burrito. Alex squiggled his way up so that his head was on the pillows, snuggling in with a soft smile.
Jack gave him a smile back, knowing that Alex couldn’t see it as he stood at the top of the stairs. It struck him then, the perfect idea.
“Delilah!” he whispered, and she heard him from her spot on the couch, ears perking as she jumped off, running up and sitting at his feet. He bent over, praising her and picking her up before walking back into the spare room and setting her next to Alex on the bed. He left the two to snuggle as he made his way back down the stairs.