I Hope To God He Was Worth It. [s/a]
Title: At Least We're Alive
Author: Kat; choosethebattle
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jalex
Summary: On finally reaching the bathroom, he locked the door and fell against it. Fuck, he thought, splashing cold water over his face, reaching for the towel rail. Fu-uck, unbuttoning his jeans, he gripped the chrome rail harder. He had to get off, and fast.
Disclaimer: I don't own these sexed up teenagers. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fic.
A/N: So this is kind of like an experimental thing, I don't know if this will work out or anything, but let me know anyways.
Follow me on tumblr.
As Alex stumbled up the stairs of Danny’s parent’s house, walking in and out of couples that couldn’t make it to one of the seven bedrooms, he caught a glimpse of his best friend making out with a guy who had in fact more than once, sucked Alex off. Jack’s black hair was perfectly pushed over his forehead, slightly spiked at the back, as if to give it volume.
Alex couldn’t help looking back at the two boys, leaning against the basement door, red cups in hand, from the top of the stairs. On finally reaching the bathroom, he locked the door and fell against it. Fuck, he thought, splashing cold water over his face, reaching for the towel rail. Fu-uck, unbuttoning his jeans, he gripped the chrome rail harder. He had to get off, and fast.
The blonde haired boy pulled his tight black pants down to his thighs along with his underwear, baring his half hard dick. Caressing the head, his eyes searched frantically around the room for some form of lubrication. Having no luck, he reached for the hand soap, squeezing a generous amount of the lilac tinted, probably lilac smelling, liquid into his right palm. Putting his hand around the base of his dick made him tense up, the cold was not something to be desired, but it was nonetheless, breathtaking. He lathered the entire length with the soap, stinging slightly, his eyes rolling back in his head.
His face relaxed, his mouth slacked a little, his eyes were closed; picturing different scenes that he knew would have a chance of turning him on. Martin Johnson went down on Alex twenty-four hours earlier; the boy was a god with his tongue.
“Ale-ex,” Martin whispered, biting the younger boy’s collar before undoing the last few buttons on Alex’s black and while plaid shirt. Alex pushed Martin’s shoulders further than he’d gone himself. The brown haired boy looked up at Alex warily before unzipping his jeans, pulling them down just far enough so Martin could work with his dick.
In an instant, the older boy had his hands wrapped around him, his tongue flicking around the tip, hovering just a centimetre above him. Alex’s fingers were wrapped in Martin’s soft caramel coloured hair, pulling tightly. His eyes were closed and his mouth was letting out faint moans. In a second, he’d been able to bit his lip to stop him from sounding what Martin would later describe as “a pornstar.” He-
Alex was pulled quickly from that scene by a short knock on the door.
“Hurry up in there!” Alex heard Eva calling through the wood. Alex didn’t think he could speak, he had his hand wrapped around himself, so tangled in his own head he could barely form thoughts.
“Eh, actually, I’ll be a while, use one of the other bathrooms,” He managed to squeak before thankfully, hearing her footsteps leave the other side of the door. Alex’s eyes were wide open; he really hadn’t thought anyone would come knocking on the door of the smallest bathroom on the first floor. In a second, he finally relaxed again, finding the ability to tighten his grip on himself, and on the towel rail.
The black (?) haired boy looked back up at Alex-
Jack? Alex had thought for sure he’d been thinking about Martin before, Jack had never sucked him off before, they just didn’t see each other that way, and yet, here Alex was, fantasising about his best friend, apparently going down on him, while he was trying to get himself off.
Okay, new image, new image, new image.
Alex’s hands were placed tactically half way up her back, under her shirt while Lisa sucked hard on the boy’s neck, she’d taken-
Not her, anything but her.
The boy’s hands were squeezing Alex’s thighs tightly while he was sitting on the dark haired boy’s knee. The taller boy pressed deep kisses onto Alex’s bare chest, trying to cover every inch of available skin.
“I-I…”
“Shh,” The voice was familiar. As Alex closed his eyes lightly, the stranger kissed his lips hard, also starting to rub Alex’s jeans softly.
Alex’s fingernails began to dig into his own legs before the dark haired boy took his hands from him, placing them by his side, getting back to rubbing one out for the older boy.
He opened his eyes, looking to his left to finally see the stranger’s face-
Not Jack again, surely not. He couldn’t shake it as he wracked his brain for a different image. Anyone, anyone at all that it wasn’t weird to think about it.
“F-fuck me A…” The boy murmured from under Alex, he teeth scraping over his lip, and in turn, his lip ring. He was almost like putty in the blonde boy’s hands, his back arch to meet Alex before he pushed it, “Fuck Alex.”
“M-Matt,” Alex gripped the older boy’s hips before pulling him back towards him. Alex’s eyes rolled back in his head while he picked up a rhythm with Matt and pretty soon they were moving in unison. Matt tightened around his a lot and the pressure that put on Alex mad it all the more hard to keep himself from coming right there. By the time Matt has eased a little, he looked almost entranced by what was going on.
Not long after that, Alex felt a familiar, almost boiling sensation in his gut, a forest fire inside of him.
“I’m-.”
Alex heart footsteps outside the door, almost at the exact second he was about to come, just as had happened last week. He bit his lips before sliding his hand slickly off of himself, waiting for the feet to pass, they didn’t, and he even saw the shadow of the shoes under the door. Alex took a deep breath before speaking.
“Is-is someone out there?” Alex voice sounded shaking, and to a guy, that would be a telltale sign of just exactly what Alex had been doing in the bathroom for the last ten minutes.
“Let me in Alex,” Jack. His voice was soft, almost a whisper.
“I can’t Jack, I’m busy.”
“I know Alex, let me in,” Jack sounded almost seductive. For a reason unbeknown to himself, Alex unlocked the door after pulling his underwear at least over his hard dick, and locked it again once Jack sat on the edge of the bath.
“What the fuck do you want Jack, I’m a bit preoccupied here,” Alex’s hands waved at the state he was in, he had sweat dripping down his forehead, his blonde hair sticking to his face, not to mention his jeans were still half way down his thighs.
“I-,” He cut himself off, before standing from the edge of the bath and placing his hands on Alex’s hips, who in fact was looking at him with eyes that made him look almost innocent, confused, and basically lost in where this was going. “I know you want me Alex,” Jack pressed his lips hard against Alex’s, who just as Jack had predicted, didn’t protest.
“I…”
“Shh, you’ve wanted me for a long time Alex, even if you can’t admit it,” Jack slid his hand to Alex’s crotch, the tip of his finger making a figure eight over the cotton. “You’ve been waiting all night for me to follow you up here, you can’t get off on your own Alex, you need me, you want me. I know you were thinking about me, thinking about me doing,” Jack applied slight pressure to the cotton, making Alex’s head rock back on his shoulders, “this. And I guess I was totally right,” Jack smirked before kissing Alex’s neck, sucking slightly, leaving light purple marks anywhere he could, “And truth be told, I want you too, I want you in my mouth, I want you inside of me,” Alex bit down on his lip harder now, he could taste a slight salt in his mouth while Jack unbuttoned his plaid. Alex tried to open his mouth to speak, but the only audible sound coming from his mouth was a pleading whimper, which only make Jack’s smirk widen. “Don’t speak baby, just,” Jack pulled Alex’s boxer back down to his thighs, slightly higher than his jeans.
Alex finally started to process thoughts, reaching for the only available surface, which happened to be Jack’s dark hair. His fingers slipped through it, gripping to the back of it, pulling slightly too hard, making Jack’s eyes squint.
“I knew you wanted me baby, I knew it before you knew it, you’re always pining after me, watching me making out with Martin today, that really fucked you off, right? I know you wish that was you, that it was you I was,” Jack ran his finger along the underside of Alex’s dick, his smirk looking almost hungry to have Alex like this, in the palm of his hand, “groping you, my hands around you, your dick hard in my hands, rather than Martin, Martin who was always a better fuck than you anyway, he wasn’t as, dominance demanding, he was the submissive one Alex, you could learn from that,” he teased, flicking his tongue lightly over tip of Alex’s dick, making the older boy shudder.
Alex moaned quite loudly, making Jack smile, well, smile as much as he could with Alex’s dick at the end of his tongue. “Fu-uck Jack,” As strange as that sounded to Alex, it had a ring to it that he could get used to.
Jack was driving him insane, but Alex couldn’t take it anymore, fisting Jack’s hair, he pushed him further onto him, to a point with Jack was effectively deep-throating. And taking into account that Alex had been on the verge of an orgasm, twice in the past fifteen or twenty minutes, he, as expected, didn’t last very long.
“J-,” he tried to warn Jack but he couldn’t form thought never mind words, but Jack got the message, easing up on Alex, pulling away for a second before placing his mouth around the boy once again. “F-f-fuuck,” Alex whined, coming remarkably cleanly in, or around Jack’s mouth.
In a matter of seconds, Jack had rinsed his mouth out and had his tongue locked again with Alex’s, biting on his lip.
“See you tomorrow Alex, I’ve got a party to be getting back to,” Jack smirked, unlocking the door.
Author: Kat; choosethebattle
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jalex
Summary: On finally reaching the bathroom, he locked the door and fell against it. Fuck, he thought, splashing cold water over his face, reaching for the towel rail. Fu-uck, unbuttoning his jeans, he gripped the chrome rail harder. He had to get off, and fast.
Disclaimer: I don't own these sexed up teenagers. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fic.
A/N: So this is kind of like an experimental thing, I don't know if this will work out or anything, but let me know anyways.
Follow me on tumblr.
As Alex stumbled up the stairs of Danny’s parent’s house, walking in and out of couples that couldn’t make it to one of the seven bedrooms, he caught a glimpse of his best friend making out with a guy who had in fact more than once, sucked Alex off. Jack’s black hair was perfectly pushed over his forehead, slightly spiked at the back, as if to give it volume.
Alex couldn’t help looking back at the two boys, leaning against the basement door, red cups in hand, from the top of the stairs. On finally reaching the bathroom, he locked the door and fell against it. Fuck, he thought, splashing cold water over his face, reaching for the towel rail. Fu-uck, unbuttoning his jeans, he gripped the chrome rail harder. He had to get off, and fast.
The blonde haired boy pulled his tight black pants down to his thighs along with his underwear, baring his half hard dick. Caressing the head, his eyes searched frantically around the room for some form of lubrication. Having no luck, he reached for the hand soap, squeezing a generous amount of the lilac tinted, probably lilac smelling, liquid into his right palm. Putting his hand around the base of his dick made him tense up, the cold was not something to be desired, but it was nonetheless, breathtaking. He lathered the entire length with the soap, stinging slightly, his eyes rolling back in his head.
His face relaxed, his mouth slacked a little, his eyes were closed; picturing different scenes that he knew would have a chance of turning him on. Martin Johnson went down on Alex twenty-four hours earlier; the boy was a god with his tongue.
“Ale-ex,” Martin whispered, biting the younger boy’s collar before undoing the last few buttons on Alex’s black and while plaid shirt. Alex pushed Martin’s shoulders further than he’d gone himself. The brown haired boy looked up at Alex warily before unzipping his jeans, pulling them down just far enough so Martin could work with his dick.
In an instant, the older boy had his hands wrapped around him, his tongue flicking around the tip, hovering just a centimetre above him. Alex’s fingers were wrapped in Martin’s soft caramel coloured hair, pulling tightly. His eyes were closed and his mouth was letting out faint moans. In a second, he’d been able to bit his lip to stop him from sounding what Martin would later describe as “a pornstar.” He-
Alex was pulled quickly from that scene by a short knock on the door.
“Hurry up in there!” Alex heard Eva calling through the wood. Alex didn’t think he could speak, he had his hand wrapped around himself, so tangled in his own head he could barely form thoughts.
“Eh, actually, I’ll be a while, use one of the other bathrooms,” He managed to squeak before thankfully, hearing her footsteps leave the other side of the door. Alex’s eyes were wide open; he really hadn’t thought anyone would come knocking on the door of the smallest bathroom on the first floor. In a second, he finally relaxed again, finding the ability to tighten his grip on himself, and on the towel rail.
The black (?) haired boy looked back up at Alex-
Jack? Alex had thought for sure he’d been thinking about Martin before, Jack had never sucked him off before, they just didn’t see each other that way, and yet, here Alex was, fantasising about his best friend, apparently going down on him, while he was trying to get himself off.
Okay, new image, new image, new image.
Alex’s hands were placed tactically half way up her back, under her shirt while Lisa sucked hard on the boy’s neck, she’d taken-
Not her, anything but her.
The boy’s hands were squeezing Alex’s thighs tightly while he was sitting on the dark haired boy’s knee. The taller boy pressed deep kisses onto Alex’s bare chest, trying to cover every inch of available skin.
“I-I…”
“Shh,” The voice was familiar. As Alex closed his eyes lightly, the stranger kissed his lips hard, also starting to rub Alex’s jeans softly.
Alex’s fingernails began to dig into his own legs before the dark haired boy took his hands from him, placing them by his side, getting back to rubbing one out for the older boy.
He opened his eyes, looking to his left to finally see the stranger’s face-
Not Jack again, surely not. He couldn’t shake it as he wracked his brain for a different image. Anyone, anyone at all that it wasn’t weird to think about it.
“F-fuck me A…” The boy murmured from under Alex, he teeth scraping over his lip, and in turn, his lip ring. He was almost like putty in the blonde boy’s hands, his back arch to meet Alex before he pushed it, “Fuck Alex.”
“M-Matt,” Alex gripped the older boy’s hips before pulling him back towards him. Alex’s eyes rolled back in his head while he picked up a rhythm with Matt and pretty soon they were moving in unison. Matt tightened around his a lot and the pressure that put on Alex mad it all the more hard to keep himself from coming right there. By the time Matt has eased a little, he looked almost entranced by what was going on.
Not long after that, Alex felt a familiar, almost boiling sensation in his gut, a forest fire inside of him.
“I’m-.”
Alex heart footsteps outside the door, almost at the exact second he was about to come, just as had happened last week. He bit his lips before sliding his hand slickly off of himself, waiting for the feet to pass, they didn’t, and he even saw the shadow of the shoes under the door. Alex took a deep breath before speaking.
“Is-is someone out there?” Alex voice sounded shaking, and to a guy, that would be a telltale sign of just exactly what Alex had been doing in the bathroom for the last ten minutes.
“Let me in Alex,” Jack. His voice was soft, almost a whisper.
“I can’t Jack, I’m busy.”
“I know Alex, let me in,” Jack sounded almost seductive. For a reason unbeknown to himself, Alex unlocked the door after pulling his underwear at least over his hard dick, and locked it again once Jack sat on the edge of the bath.
“What the fuck do you want Jack, I’m a bit preoccupied here,” Alex’s hands waved at the state he was in, he had sweat dripping down his forehead, his blonde hair sticking to his face, not to mention his jeans were still half way down his thighs.
“I-,” He cut himself off, before standing from the edge of the bath and placing his hands on Alex’s hips, who in fact was looking at him with eyes that made him look almost innocent, confused, and basically lost in where this was going. “I know you want me Alex,” Jack pressed his lips hard against Alex’s, who just as Jack had predicted, didn’t protest.
“I…”
“Shh, you’ve wanted me for a long time Alex, even if you can’t admit it,” Jack slid his hand to Alex’s crotch, the tip of his finger making a figure eight over the cotton. “You’ve been waiting all night for me to follow you up here, you can’t get off on your own Alex, you need me, you want me. I know you were thinking about me, thinking about me doing,” Jack applied slight pressure to the cotton, making Alex’s head rock back on his shoulders, “this. And I guess I was totally right,” Jack smirked before kissing Alex’s neck, sucking slightly, leaving light purple marks anywhere he could, “And truth be told, I want you too, I want you in my mouth, I want you inside of me,” Alex bit down on his lip harder now, he could taste a slight salt in his mouth while Jack unbuttoned his plaid. Alex tried to open his mouth to speak, but the only audible sound coming from his mouth was a pleading whimper, which only make Jack’s smirk widen. “Don’t speak baby, just,” Jack pulled Alex’s boxer back down to his thighs, slightly higher than his jeans.
Alex finally started to process thoughts, reaching for the only available surface, which happened to be Jack’s dark hair. His fingers slipped through it, gripping to the back of it, pulling slightly too hard, making Jack’s eyes squint.
“I knew you wanted me baby, I knew it before you knew it, you’re always pining after me, watching me making out with Martin today, that really fucked you off, right? I know you wish that was you, that it was you I was,” Jack ran his finger along the underside of Alex’s dick, his smirk looking almost hungry to have Alex like this, in the palm of his hand, “groping you, my hands around you, your dick hard in my hands, rather than Martin, Martin who was always a better fuck than you anyway, he wasn’t as, dominance demanding, he was the submissive one Alex, you could learn from that,” he teased, flicking his tongue lightly over tip of Alex’s dick, making the older boy shudder.
Alex moaned quite loudly, making Jack smile, well, smile as much as he could with Alex’s dick at the end of his tongue. “Fu-uck Jack,” As strange as that sounded to Alex, it had a ring to it that he could get used to.
Jack was driving him insane, but Alex couldn’t take it anymore, fisting Jack’s hair, he pushed him further onto him, to a point with Jack was effectively deep-throating. And taking into account that Alex had been on the verge of an orgasm, twice in the past fifteen or twenty minutes, he, as expected, didn’t last very long.
“J-,” he tried to warn Jack but he couldn’t form thought never mind words, but Jack got the message, easing up on Alex, pulling away for a second before placing his mouth around the boy once again. “F-f-fuuck,” Alex whined, coming remarkably cleanly in, or around Jack’s mouth.
In a matter of seconds, Jack had rinsed his mouth out and had his tongue locked again with Alex’s, biting on his lip.
“See you tomorrow Alex, I’ve got a party to be getting back to,” Jack smirked, unlocking the door.