Damned if I Do Ya (2/11)
Title: Damned If I Do Ya (2/?)
Author: daydream4way
Pairing: Merrikat
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,601
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.
They’re practically running down the street, stumbling up Jack’s front steps, and their hands are finally all over each other again.
This time it’s Zack who thrusts his crotch against Jack’s, and all of a sudden it’s getting harder to breathe, because Jack can’t think straight when every inch of his body is on full alert.
“Upstairs” he groans, and he follows Zack up the stairs, and pushes him into his room, landing on top of him on the bed.
“Jack, I…” No, Jack is not going to let him say anything, because this feels too fucking good, and it’s been way too fucking long since he’s done anything with anyone. So he captures those words in a kiss, and it’s a little softer than the other kisses they’ve shared, and Jack is slowly grinding little circles against Zack’s cock, and the noises that he’s making is enough to almost cause Jack to spill his load right there.
Jack pulls away from Zack, and takes his shirt off. Zack just lays there eyeing Jack’s pale, incredibly skinny impossibly hairless chest, which makes Jack feel kind of insecure, so he reaches under Zack’s shirt and pulls it over his head. Zack responds by pulling him back down, and planting wet sloppy kisses behind Jack’s ear, which feels absolutely amazing, and Jack’s getting even harder, if that’s possible.
“I know I’m supposed to ask you if you’re sure, but I’d rather not give you the opportunity to say no.” Jack practically moans the words as Zack continues to suck on the skin above his collarbone.
“Mhmm” is the response that Jack gets, which drives him even more insane. He grabs Zack’s hips and lifts him further up on the bed, and starts to take off his pants to reveal a pair of Superman boxers.
“Aww, that’s so cute. Did your mommy buy those?”
“Fuck you.”
“Later.” Is Jack’s clever response, even though he’s not really sure he even means it in that way. Now that he’s gotten Zack’s pants off, he tugs the waist band of Zack’s boxers down just enough for his dick to pop out, and holy titty fuck! He’s huge. He just stares at it for a few seconds, until Zack pulls his boxers the rest of the way down himself. Hmm, someone’s eager, Jack thinks. Good.
Jack pulls Zack in for another sloppy and dirty kiss before slowly inching down to Zack’s dick, which is quite obviously in desperate need of some attention. Which is exactly the position Jack wanted him in. He jerks his cock a few times, and then looks up at Zack.
“So, do you want to be in our band?”
“What? Seriously dude?” Zack feels like he’s going to explode, and his hard-on is actually getting painful, and he needs Jack’s hand, or his mouth, or his anything right now.
“I don’t know, seems like a pretty fair deal to me. You get a blow job, we get a bassist.”
“I get one blow job, and you get a permanent member for your crappy band?”
“Ouch, that’s mean. You KNOW we’re amazing. No, how about you agree to join the band, and we make this a regular occurrence?”
“What will you tell Alex and Rian?”
“Nothing it’s not their business.” And Jack means that. He hasn’t even told them that he swings both ways, he hasn’t told anyone except Pete, the kid in his math class who he fooled around with twice last year.
Zack sighs, “I’m not gay.”
“Okay?” Jack’s not proposing marriage here, and whether Zack is gay, bisexual, asexual, it doesn’t really matter to Jack, he’s not judging.
“I mean, I like girls too. So I’m not looking for a relationship here.”
“Me neither.”
“Okay, fine.”
“Fine what?”
“I’m in. I’ll be in the band. Now can you please finish what you started here?”
“No.” That’s not satisfying to Jack. Zack has to want to be in the band more than that.
“No?”
“I want you to ask to be in the band.”
“What?”
“Ask me if you can be in the band.”
“Fuck Jack. Can I be in the band?”
And Jack puts his mouth around Zack’s cock and bobs his head up and down a few times before pulling off and saying, “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear the magic word.”
“Fuck. Jack. Can I please be in the band?”
“Hmm, I don’t know” Jack says as he flicks his thumb playfully over the tip of Zack’s penis. “Why should I let you in the band?”
Zack groans. “Oh my God Jack. Please let me be in the band. Please. My life won’t be fulfilled without it. You guys are the three most awesome people I have ever met in my entire life and I really REALLY want to be in your fucking band. Ok? Is that what you want? Hmm? You want me to beg? I’m fucking begging. Now please…”
And before Zack can finish his sentence Jack’s mouth is on his cock again, and he’s moving slowly, almost painfully slow, but Zack’s relieved to have any contact. “Fuck Jack”
“Mmm” he responds, and the humming against the base of Zack’s cock is enough to make him almost come undone. His thoughts are a mixture of fuck and Jack and ohmygod. And before he knows it, he’s emptying himself into the back of Jack’s throat.
Jack lets him ride out his orgasm before pulling off and exclaiming, “You asshole. A little warning next time, eh? I almost fucking choked to death.”
Zack shuts him up with a kiss. As he slowly begins to come down from his high, he thinks, holy fuck, that was amazing. And Jack is thrusting into his crotch again, and Zack is already becoming hard again. What the fuck, it usually takes a lot longer than that.
“I don’t have to beg do I?” Jack asks coyly, and Zack swears he can see him blushing slightly.
“No because I’m not an asshole.” Zack replies, and he flips them over so that Jack is on his back and Zack is finally the one in control.
“Oh that’s good.”
“Because no matter how hard you beg, you’re not getting one.”
And Jack just glares at him as Zack pulls off his pants and underwear at lightning speed. He notices that Zack is already hard again. Wow. That’s impressive.
“Zack” he gasps as Zack’s hand starts pumping Jack’s shaft “Fuck!”
“That’s exactly what I intend to do.” And all of a sudden the weight of that sentence has a very serious implication. Jack’s never done that before. He’s actually pretty inexperienced when it comes to sex with other boys, and aside from those two blowjobs from Pete last year and the fooling around he did with Jenna when they were dating, this experience is pretty much his first actual sexual encounter. Ever.
“I uhh... I haven’t...” Zack kisses him softly.
“Me neither. It’s okay if you don’t want to.” And all of a sudden, Jack really wants to. So he kisses him back, harder, with more urgency, and thrusts his aching cock up towards Zack’s.
“Just, umm, don’t... Don’t...” Jack doesn’t really know how he’s supposed to explain it, “don’t hurt me.”
Zack just looks at him really weirdly. Jack can’t really place his expression. “I know” he finally responds, and he grabs Jack’s hips and plants another kiss on his neck, which will definitely leave a mark. That’s okay, Zack likes it, it leaves a message for anyone else Jack may make out with.
Jack’s starting to get a little impatient so he says, “I have some lube in the drawer. Condoms too.”
Zack shifts his body a little and grabs them out of the drawer. “Do you umm, do you want to do it like this, or I could turn you around, or...”
“I think like this, if that’s okay?”
“Definitely” Zack responds with a quick kiss, “I want to see your face.” Normally saying something like that would embarrass the shit out of Zack, but he’s way too horny to even notice how incredibly sweet that was.
Jack isn’t though, and the comment catches him a little off guard. “Oh, ok, cool.”
“So, umm, I’m going to stretch you out a little bit okay?” Zack says while lubing up three fingers.
“Ya” is the response Jack gives because as much as he’s really horny, and really really attracted to Zack, he knows this is going to hurt a lot.
Zack slowly presses a finger into Jack and begins moving it around, trying to stretch him enough to add a second. “I’m going to add another finger okay?”
Jack just nods, which causes Zack to look at Jack’s face; eyes closed and scrunched up like he’s concentrating really hard on something. Zack kisses him gently on the mouth and adds a second finger, scissoring them together, and jumping slightly when Jack makes this deep guttural moan.
“That was fucking awesome” he moans. “Is that my thingie spot?”
Zack laughs, “Your G spot? No Jack, men have prostates not G spots.” And he grazes his finger over it again, which causes Jack’s face to completely relax, his pupils slightly dilated and okay, he looks fucking hot.
Zack continues to move his fingers, and when Jack starts to essentially fuck himself onto Zack’s hand, he takes that as his cue to add a third finger.
“Fuck” Jack gasps, “I think I’m good Zack.”
And fuck, that’s okay with Zack. He pulls his fingers out and wipes them on Jack’s bedspread, grabbing the condom and the lube, and all of a sudden it’s starting to feel very real.
“You’re sure you want to do this right?” Zack asks, while he rolls the condom down his length.
“Just don’t break me” Jack replies as he passes him the bottle of lube, “and use plenty of this shit.”
Zack laughs as he lubes himself up, and presses his cock against Jack’s tight entrance. He looks at Jack’s face, and they just stay that way for a few seconds, looking into each other’s eyes. Finally, Jack nods slowly, and Zack pushes himself into Jack, not stopping until he’s balls deep.
The tightness is something Zack expected, obviously, but he didn’t expect it to feel this good. It takes all of his power to not just plough into Jack that very second, but one look at Jack’s scrunched up face is enough to keep him still.
“Hey Jack? You okay?”
“Mmmm. Really hurts. Don’t move, ok? Just give me a minute.” Jack’s trying really really hard to not focus on it, but fuck, it’s so painful.
Zack grabs Jack’s cock and starts slowly pumping up and down, hoping that it will be enough distraction from the pain, and Jack’s face begins to relax a little. “Jack?”
“Ya?”
“What if you tried lifting your hips a little bit? It might umm... open you up more?”
Jack nods, and Zack pulls his hips up so that he is almost sitting in Zack’s lap. “Do you... is it okay to try moving?” Zack asks through gritted teeth, because fuck, he’s going to explode soon.
Jack shifts his hips a little and then nods in response, and Zack slowly pulls out, and pushes in again, aiming for the spot that Jack loved so much only minutes earlier. He keeps with this painfully slow rhythm until he hears a gasp escape Jack’s lips. “Fuck Zack, right there!”
And those four words are music to Zack’s ears. He begins thrusting faster, harder, and dirtier, mumbling incoherent phrases that mostly consist of “Jack” and “fuck” and “God”. Jack begins to meet his thrusts with his own, and Zack lowers his hand to Jack’s cock, and gives Jack the attention he’s been desperately seeking since their kiss only minutes ago in front of Rian’s house. Zack’s hand movements are messy and sloppy and they don’t match with his thrusts at all, but somehow it’s perfect.
Jack knows he’s not going to last much longer, the sensations are just too much to handle. “Zack, I’m... unhhhh... I’m gonna...”
“Fuck, me too... so... close. God, you’re so fucking hot.” And he’s not just saying it. Sure, Zack has found himself attracted to a guy or two, enough to know he’s not entirely straight, but he’s never even kissed a guy, let alone found himself pounding into one like this. In fact, he’s never slept with a girl either, but that’s not information he’s going to give up so easily, and it’s not like Jack notices, he seems to be enjoying himself quite a lot actually.
And with that thought, Jack is coming all over both of their stomachs, and the tightness of Jack’s walls causes Zack to come hard into Jack. And both of them are panting in silence as they ride out the bliss of their orgasms together.
Jack is the first one to break the silence, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to get it all over you.”
“I don’t mind, it’s kinda... hot.” Zack says with a blush. Because now that they’re both thinking a little more clearly, Zack is actually quite embarrassed to have said half the stuff he said in this encounter. He’s thinking maybe he should just shut up right now before Jack realizes how pathetic he is.
He slowly exits Jack before he has a chance to respond, and Jack winces at the immediate emptiness he feels. He grabs some tissues from his bedside table, and wipes off Zack’s chest, followed by his own.
Both boys silently get dressed without looking at each other, and once again it’s Jack to break the silence, “Look, you don’t actually have to be in the band if you don’t want to.”
“Oh.” Zack was not expecting that. Was this whole thing just a ploy to get him in to bed? Was he so bad in bed that Jack didn’t want him in the band? Did Jack regret everything they just did? Should Zack?
“I mean, fuck, we really need you. You’re such a good bass player, and regardless of the amazing mind blowing sex we just had, I’d really like it if you said yes. But I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything.”
“Nah, it’s cool man. I’d like to be in the band. And I’d also like to keep having amazing mind blowing sex, if that’s okay with you.”
Jack kisses him quickly and slaps his butt playfully. “Hmm, I think we could probably make that work. Hold on, I’m just going to call Alex quickly, let him know you’re in.” Jack grabs his Nokia out of his pocket and dials Alex’s number.
“Hey faggot.” Alex is always so polite, Jack thinks.
“Hey yourself. Just thought I’d let you know, Zack’s in.”
“Okay great. How did you convince him?” Jack looks over at Zack, who’s sitting on the side of his bed nervously playing with the string of his hoodie.
“Oh, just used my good old fashioned charm.”
“Alright well I’ll see both of you losers tomorrow at 4 at Rian’s ok?”
“Kay.” Jack hangs up the phone and sits next to Zack on the bed. “So, you wanna play Mario on my Playstation?”
Zack laughs, “Ya sure.”
“Winner gets a blow job?”
“Fuck yeah.”
Jack stops reminiscing about the first time they had sex just in time to hear Zack talking about their first 15 passenger van. “And we don’t want to die, so we didn’t let Jack drive.” Jack just glares at Zack, because he knows the incident that Zack is referring to, and he also knows that it was entirely Zack’s fault, although he really couldn’t tell anyone that.
A/N: So, this is my first attempt at writing, umm, sex, and I'd really appreciate any comments, especially nice ones ;) Trust me, chapter three (the story of why Jack's such a "bad driver") is something you don't wanna miss :D
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