Damned if I Do Ya (5/11)
Title: Damned If I Do Ya (5/?)
Author: daydream4way
Pairing: Merrikat
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,680
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.
It was only last night that Zack was screaming “Haaaaaarder Jack. Fuck.” as Jack thrusted into him with an almost violent desperation. “Oh God. I’m gonna...” And he came all over his chest, riding out his orgasm as Jack joined him.
“Shit Zack, that was hot.” And it was. Every time Zack bottoms (which is actually pretty often now), Jack finds it incredibly hot. Although it took him months to find the courage to ask Zack if they could try it, every single second since their first time with Zack bottoming has been absolute bliss. Zack was born to bottom; he’s perfect. Especially now with his gleaning muscles and his amazingly tattooed body, but even back when he was just slim, perfect, virginal Zack, he still was the perfect bottom.
“Hey Zack...” Jack asks in between kisses.
“Yeah?”
“I uh...” Jack’s not really sure how to say this. “I was thinking, maybe we could do it differently this time?”
“How so?”
“Maybe... Maybe I could be on top?”
“I dunno Jack...” Zack trails off, unable to keep eye contact with Jack. It’s not like Zack hasn’t thought about it, wondered what it would be like, but Jack’s huge. Like colossal. And he knows that whenever he’s with Jack, there’s always some initial pain for him, but it goes away, but with something the size of Jack’s penis, Zack can’t ever imagine the pain going away.
"I’m not going to hurt you, Zack."
"I beg to differ" he responds, pointing at Jack's crotch "you're a lot bigger than I am."
"No, I didn't mean in that way. I just meant..." Jack doesn't even know what he means. His feelings are all over the place. "Oh never mind. It's okay, it was just an idea. We don't have to." Jack grabs Zack's hand and plants a reassuring kiss on his palm, and his words, and that small act of intimacy is enough to make Zack completely change his mind.
"Okay, we can try it."
"Really? Because I don't want you to feel like I'm pressuring you."
Zack kisses him quickly on the mouth, "You're not. I've been wanting to try it for a while, it's just... You're so big." He blushes.
"Well I'm not going to lie and say it won't hurt because it does at first, but after that, I'll make you feel really good. I promise."
"You don't always live up to your promises" Zack teases, "you promised me you were a good driver and you got us into a four car..."
Jack tackles him to the bed before he can even finish that sentence. "You know I was thinking of being really sweet and nice and soft and delicate with you, but now I just want to teach you a lesson." Jack growls, already feeling himself getting hard, and just to make his point, he violently thrusts his aching cock against Zack’s.
Zack responds by pulling Jack's shirt over his head, and pulling him down for a hard kiss, both boys fighting for control of it.
"You hate this, don't you?"
"What?" Zack asks, puzzled. There’s nothing in the world he loves more than kissing Jack, actually.
"Not being the one in control."
"Who says I'm not?" And just to prove his point, Zack grabs Jack’s waist and overtakes him, so that Jack is now on his back, and Zack is holding him down.
“God Zack, you have to stop working out. Pretty soon you’re gonna end up with a six pack or something.”
“Just proving my point.” Zack eases up on Jack, sitting on his crotch, creating some much needed friction. “So how do you want to do this?”
“How about first”, Jack lifts Zack’s shirt over his head, “we get you naked?” Zack hops off of Jack and begins unbuttoning his pants, eyes not leaving Jack’s as he removes his pants and boxers. Jack immediately drops to his knees, and engulfs Zack’s penis in his mouth.
“Oh God Jack, mmm.” Jack slowly uses his tongue to create circles around the tip of Zack’s perfect penis. Using his hands, he begins to play with Zack’s balls, slowly inching his hand backwards until he reaches Zack’s tight entrance. Zack is going to need a lot of stretching, and doing it while giving him a blowjob makes it more enjoyable, to say the least.
It feels a little weird when Jack first presses his finger into Zack’s bum, but it doesn’t hurt, he’s too focused on the amazing warmth being created by Jack’s mouth, and even when Jack adds a second finger, it’s only mild discomfort at the most. Jack begins scissoring his fingers, looking for the spot that will make Zack come completely undone, and when he’s almost choked by Zack’s sudden violent thrust into the back of Jack’s throat, he knows he’s found it.
Jack continues to massage that spot, while doing his best to create a steady rhythm with Zack’s cock, but to be honest, he’s basically having his face fucked because Zack is thrusting a little harder than he should be, considering it’s Jack’s fucking throat, not his ass. When he comes seconds later without warning, it’s hard and messy and Jack ends up spitting it on the floor to prevent himself from choking on it.
When he pulls his fingers out, Zack slightly whines at the emptiness he suddenly feels, and grabs Jack off the floor, pushing him onto the bed in one fell swoop. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to get so carried away.”
“ S’okay. I’ll live.” Jack flips them over (again), so that he’s the one on top, and suddenly, the mood in the room changes from adrenaline filled lust to a kind of eerie quiet. “Zack, we don’t have to.”
“I know. But I want to. I... I care about you.” What Zack almost says is that he loves Jack. But that can’t be true because he’s not gay. And of course he loves Jack like a friend, but that’s all it is. Definitely.
“I just... what if I’m bad at it?” Zack stares into his eyes intently for what feels like an eternity, and then softly shakes his head.
Jack bends down to kiss him, and when his crotch rubs against Zack’s, he finds that he’s already hard again. Fuck, that boy is a machine. Zack grabs Jack’s hips and pulls them down so that there isn’t a single part of their bodies that aren’t touching each other. He begins kissing the spot behind Jack’s ear he knows drives him crazy, until Jack doesn’t feel like he’s going to last much longer.
He pulls away long enough to grab a condom from his dresser drawer, and grabs the lube as well, because he knows he’s going to need lots. He unwraps the condom and tries to get it on, but it’s not going on smoothly like it did on that banana in gym class, and he’s completely messed it up now. Zack grabs another condom, and pushes Jack’s hand away, easily rolling the condom down his length, and giving him a few encouraging pumps, just to let him know it wasn’t a big deal. “Use lots of lube, okay?”
“I know, don’t worry. A few minutes from now, I’ll have you begging like you did the first time we had sex.”
“You better.” Jack slowly positions himself at Zack’s entrance, coating himself in a ridiculous amount of lube, and he kisses Zack’s cheek quickly before pressing in, and although Zack is gasping almost the second Jack enters, he knows from experience it’s best to push all the way in before stopping. When he is finally completely engulfed inside of Zack, Jack is as still as a statue, giving him plenty of time to acclimatize himself to the intrusion.
“Jack.” Zack says, almost so quietly that Jack isn’t sure he’s actually said it until he catches Zack’s eye and notices that there’s tears welling up. Fuck.
“Fuck. Are you okay?” Jack’s trying really hard not to move, but Zack is soooooooofuckingtight, and he’s never felt anything this amazing before, and he’s feeling really guilty because it’s obvious he’s in pain.
“It really hurts” Zack closes his eyes tight, and Jack can see the colour drain from his face a little.
“Do you want to stop?”
“No, I want you to... try moving a little?” Jack pulls out painfully slow until he’s about halfway, and then thrusts back even slower, being as gentle as he possibly can, and trying his best to find that spot he knows makes it all better.
“Again” Zack says, slightly opening up his eyes.
Jack repeats the movements a few more times until he hears a small gasp from Zack; bingo. He slowly starts to increase the pace. “Unghhh, harder Jack, right theeeere.” That’s all the encouragement Jack needs to start thrusting with a purpose. He’s holding Zack’s hips so tight he’s afraid he’ll break them, and fuck, this feels amazing. “Jack, haaaaaarder” Just the sound of Zack’s voice is enough to make Jack almost come on the spot, but he really wants this to last as long as he can make it last, so he starts jerking Zack off in rhythm with his thrusts, causing Zack to groan incoherent mixes of “Jack” and “harder” and Jack’s never liked the sound of his own name more than when it escapes Zack’s lips.
Jack can feel the familiar heat rising in his stomach, and he knows it’s only moments before he’s going to come, and all of a sudden Zack is coming on his chest, and it’s hitting Jack’s chest too, and the tightness that his orgasm creates around Jack’s cock is enough to send him over the edge, and he comes violently, his grip on Zack tightening, before finally collapsing onto his chest.
“Wow.” Zack finally says.
“Yeah?” Jack asks with a smirk.
“Yeah.”
“Really, cos I wasn’t sure it was hard enough for you. ‘Jaaaaaaack’ ‘haaaaaaaaarder’ “ he mocks.
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
“Later. I’m sleepy. Want to be big spoon?” Like he even has to ask.
A/N: Hmm... how does everyone feel about bottom!Zack? Comments are like topless photos of Jack; there can never be enough. Chapter six starts to move the story in a angstier direction, and has actually inspired me to start writing a new Jalex chaptered fic, so stay tuned for that!
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