Damned if I Do Ya (3/11)
Title: Damned If I Do Ya (3/?)
Author: daydream4way
Pairing: Merrikat
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,066 (kinda short, but I’ll make up for it with ch 4!)
Summary: Jack and Zack have been fucking since before All Time Low was even a band, but they’re not exclusive, and no one else knows, and they’re both okay with that, because they each think that’s what the other wants. This story will be primarily told through flashbacks for the first few chapters, and it will probably not be completely historically accurate.
Warning: There’s a lot of swearing in this one. I’m not sure why really. I think I might be turning into a sailor.
Watching Straight to DVD with all the guys started to get Zack thinking about all the fun times they had in high school. “The fast times. The times they felt alive.” It wasn’t just a line in a song, it was their lived experiences. One time in particular involved Jack and a four car collision that may or may not have been entirely Zack’s fault.
Jack had just passed his final driver’s test, and was excited to take Zack to the movies, which was really just an excuse for hand jobs and pigging out on popcorn, but he was really excited nonetheless. And in celebration of passing his test, his mom let him borrow the car for the evening, and Jack was feeling good.
He picked up Zack in front of his house, and pulled out of the driveway with ease, because Jack was a good driver. “Hey lover” he teased.
“Don’t call me that, loser.” Zack responds with a grin. Because yeah, they’ve been fooling around a lot lately, and Zack loves it, but they definitely haven’t put any sort of label on what they’ve been doing. And since Zack is the kind of person who goes with the flow, he’s okay with that. “What movie are we going to see anyways?”
“I thought we’d venture out to the drive-in, and just watch whatever is playing there.”
“Jack, that’s like a 40 minute drive. Are you sure you can handle that?”
“Oh yeah man, don’t worry, I passed with flying colours.” Jack turns on the radio, and it’s the Used, and he loves this song, so he drowns out Zack’s paranoia with the music.
Once they’ve hit the freeway, Zack is starting to get a little bored, long car rides are really not his thing. So deciding that he’s no longer going to be bored, Zack slowly moves his hand onto Jack’s thigh.
“Whoa, what are you doing?” Jack feels his cock instantly awaken, and this is not good, he needs to focus on his driving.
“You said you’re a good driver right? Well, prove it. Let me blow you. Right here.”
Fuck, just the thought already has Jack hard, and he has to admit, the offer is tempting, but he knows he shouldn’t. “No Zack, I could kill us both. Wait until we get there.”
“Fine.” Zack whines, while he starts to unbutton his own pants.
“What are you doing?”
“Well” Zack says with a huge smile, “if you won’t let me get you off, I’m just going to jerk myself off instead. I figure one of us should have fun on this god awful drive, and since you’re too much of a pussy...”
“Oh fuck off Merrick, fine, unbutton my pants.” Jack growls, because just the thought of Zack masturbating next to him has him fully hard and aching for some sort of attention.
Zack has Jack’s pants around his ankles in record time, and is quickly engulfing Jack’s cock in his mouth. And boy, Jack has come to love Zack’s mouth over these last few weeks. He’s trying to concentrate on the road, he really is, but it’s hard when he’s got this man, this gorgeous, incredibly sexually talented man giving him what is probably the best blow job he’s ever had in his life. (And he’s had quite a few lately to compare it to).
If there were classes on how to give a proper blow job, Zack could fucking teach them. He combines hand and mouth movements so that every inch of Jack’s dick is always covered, and he doesn’t use too much teeth, or too much spit, and fuuuuuck, he can go deep. At this point, Jack has decided that Zack’s mouth is his favourite thing in the entire world.
“Unnn, I’m so close.” Jack says, struggling to keep his eyes open and his focus on the road. He starts slightly thrusting his hips upwards which causes him to press the gas a little harder than he had wanted to, and before he has time to react, he’s rear ended the car in front of him, while simultaneously completely covering Zack’s face in cum.
“Oh my God!!” Jack watches the car in front of him collide with the one beside it, which collides with the one in front of it, and all of a sudden there’s FOUR cars just sitting in the middle of the freeway all banged up from having hit each other.
“Fuck Jack, you got it all over my face, what the fuck?”
“Shut up. Get up. For God’s sake wipe your face off. Call 911.”
“What? What happened?” Zack raises his head enough to see over the dash, and see the three other cars involved. One of them has smoke rising from the engine. “Holy shit Jack, what did you do?”
“What did I do? What the fuck Zack. I told you this was a bad idea. I told you we could get hurt. Look at my car. My mom is going to FUCKING KILL me. Oh my God, what if someone is dead. Oh my God.” Jack starts crying hysterically, because really, he’s in a lot of fucking trouble.
“Jack, hey. Look at me.” He cups Jack’s cheek with his left hand, “Hey. It’s going to be okay. I promise, everything is going to be fine.” Zack’s hugging Jack now, and he really doesn’t know what to do, he’s not used to dealing with emotions.
“How do you know?” Jack asks between sobs.
“Because you’re Jack Barakat. Nothing bad ever happens to you. And I’m here for you. You know, if you need me.”
“Yeah?”
“Always.”
“Ok.”
“We should get out there, I’m going to call 911. You call your mom.”
“Oh God, how about I call 911, and you call my mom?”
Zack just glares at him.
Luckily no one was hurt in the accident, but Jack never lived that down. Their official story was that they were arguing over which Blink 182 song was the worst, and Jack got so heated over the argument he didn’t notice the car in front of him. And because of that incident, Jack never got to drive the 15 passenger van, he never got to drive any of their tour vehicles, and he was labelled a bad driver basically for all of eternity. And honestly, that blow job was totally worth it.
A/N: Hmm, I'm not entirely sure I really like how this one turned out, but I do like the general direction that the story is going in. Chapter 4 is pretty mushy, so I'm having a ball writing it. Comments are like photos of Jack dry humping a sheep; desperately needed.
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Author: daydream4way
Pairing: Merrikat
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,066 (kinda short, but I’ll make up for it with ch 4!)
Summary: Jack and Zack have been fucking since before All Time Low was even a band, but they’re not exclusive, and no one else knows, and they’re both okay with that, because they each think that’s what the other wants. This story will be primarily told through flashbacks for the first few chapters, and it will probably not be completely historically accurate.
Warning: There’s a lot of swearing in this one. I’m not sure why really. I think I might be turning into a sailor.
Watching Straight to DVD with all the guys started to get Zack thinking about all the fun times they had in high school. “The fast times. The times they felt alive.” It wasn’t just a line in a song, it was their lived experiences. One time in particular involved Jack and a four car collision that may or may not have been entirely Zack’s fault.
Jack had just passed his final driver’s test, and was excited to take Zack to the movies, which was really just an excuse for hand jobs and pigging out on popcorn, but he was really excited nonetheless. And in celebration of passing his test, his mom let him borrow the car for the evening, and Jack was feeling good.
He picked up Zack in front of his house, and pulled out of the driveway with ease, because Jack was a good driver. “Hey lover” he teased.
“Don’t call me that, loser.” Zack responds with a grin. Because yeah, they’ve been fooling around a lot lately, and Zack loves it, but they definitely haven’t put any sort of label on what they’ve been doing. And since Zack is the kind of person who goes with the flow, he’s okay with that. “What movie are we going to see anyways?”
“I thought we’d venture out to the drive-in, and just watch whatever is playing there.”
“Jack, that’s like a 40 minute drive. Are you sure you can handle that?”
“Oh yeah man, don’t worry, I passed with flying colours.” Jack turns on the radio, and it’s the Used, and he loves this song, so he drowns out Zack’s paranoia with the music.
Once they’ve hit the freeway, Zack is starting to get a little bored, long car rides are really not his thing. So deciding that he’s no longer going to be bored, Zack slowly moves his hand onto Jack’s thigh.
“Whoa, what are you doing?” Jack feels his cock instantly awaken, and this is not good, he needs to focus on his driving.
“You said you’re a good driver right? Well, prove it. Let me blow you. Right here.”
Fuck, just the thought already has Jack hard, and he has to admit, the offer is tempting, but he knows he shouldn’t. “No Zack, I could kill us both. Wait until we get there.”
“Fine.” Zack whines, while he starts to unbutton his own pants.
“What are you doing?”
“Well” Zack says with a huge smile, “if you won’t let me get you off, I’m just going to jerk myself off instead. I figure one of us should have fun on this god awful drive, and since you’re too much of a pussy...”
“Oh fuck off Merrick, fine, unbutton my pants.” Jack growls, because just the thought of Zack masturbating next to him has him fully hard and aching for some sort of attention.
Zack has Jack’s pants around his ankles in record time, and is quickly engulfing Jack’s cock in his mouth. And boy, Jack has come to love Zack’s mouth over these last few weeks. He’s trying to concentrate on the road, he really is, but it’s hard when he’s got this man, this gorgeous, incredibly sexually talented man giving him what is probably the best blow job he’s ever had in his life. (And he’s had quite a few lately to compare it to).
If there were classes on how to give a proper blow job, Zack could fucking teach them. He combines hand and mouth movements so that every inch of Jack’s dick is always covered, and he doesn’t use too much teeth, or too much spit, and fuuuuuck, he can go deep. At this point, Jack has decided that Zack’s mouth is his favourite thing in the entire world.
“Unnn, I’m so close.” Jack says, struggling to keep his eyes open and his focus on the road. He starts slightly thrusting his hips upwards which causes him to press the gas a little harder than he had wanted to, and before he has time to react, he’s rear ended the car in front of him, while simultaneously completely covering Zack’s face in cum.
“Oh my God!!” Jack watches the car in front of him collide with the one beside it, which collides with the one in front of it, and all of a sudden there’s FOUR cars just sitting in the middle of the freeway all banged up from having hit each other.
“Fuck Jack, you got it all over my face, what the fuck?”
“Shut up. Get up. For God’s sake wipe your face off. Call 911.”
“What? What happened?” Zack raises his head enough to see over the dash, and see the three other cars involved. One of them has smoke rising from the engine. “Holy shit Jack, what did you do?”
“What did I do? What the fuck Zack. I told you this was a bad idea. I told you we could get hurt. Look at my car. My mom is going to FUCKING KILL me. Oh my God, what if someone is dead. Oh my God.” Jack starts crying hysterically, because really, he’s in a lot of fucking trouble.
“Jack, hey. Look at me.” He cups Jack’s cheek with his left hand, “Hey. It’s going to be okay. I promise, everything is going to be fine.” Zack’s hugging Jack now, and he really doesn’t know what to do, he’s not used to dealing with emotions.
“How do you know?” Jack asks between sobs.
“Because you’re Jack Barakat. Nothing bad ever happens to you. And I’m here for you. You know, if you need me.”
“Yeah?”
“Always.”
“Ok.”
“We should get out there, I’m going to call 911. You call your mom.”
“Oh God, how about I call 911, and you call my mom?”
Zack just glares at him.
Luckily no one was hurt in the accident, but Jack never lived that down. Their official story was that they were arguing over which Blink 182 song was the worst, and Jack got so heated over the argument he didn’t notice the car in front of him. And because of that incident, Jack never got to drive the 15 passenger van, he never got to drive any of their tour vehicles, and he was labelled a bad driver basically for all of eternity. And honestly, that blow job was totally worth it.
A/N: Hmm, I'm not entirely sure I really like how this one turned out, but I do like the general direction that the story is going in. Chapter 4 is pretty mushy, so I'm having a ball writing it. Comments are like photos of Jack dry humping a sheep; desperately needed.
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