The Flavour of Your Lips Is Enough To Keep Me Pressing (s/a)
Title: The Flavour of Your Lips Is Enough To Keep Me Pressing
Author: killmyboner
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sixth form Jalex.
Warnings: Cussing, sexy sexy. Title from CSS.
Disclaimer: Didn't happen as far as I know.
Author's Note: Pure, unadulterated shit. 100%. I don't know. You should know by now that I can't write.
“Cool,” Alex mumbled, pretending to be interested in what his tutor was showing him by keeping his eyes downcast and on the flimsy looking contraption in his and his tutor’s hands. Really, he was focusing on the way the older man’s hands brushed his every so often as he showed Alex animatedly how to use the device. Alex didn’t really have any interest in this subject other than the fact his tutor was hot and… well, yeah. His tutor was hot. That was about it. He’d picked three subjects to study already, and he felt under pressure to fill up all his choices and pick a fourth one. Photography had looked like it might be useful and he’d figured he’d only take it for a year anyway.
Well, that was before he had met Jack, anyway.
“Do you get it now?” the brunette asked him, his dark toffee eyes flicking up and waiting for Alex’s similar ones to catch up. Alex almost swallowed his tongue when their eyes met, and he felt the blush burning across his cheeks, looking down before nodding mechanically at the man.
“Awesome,” Jack beamed. “Try putting this onto it whilst I go check up on the others, and I’ll be back in a few minutes to see how you’re doing.”
“O-okay,” Alex mumbled, running his fingers around the white reel-type thing, waiting for Jack to move away so he could finally fucking breathe.
Jack pushed back off the table and sauntered to the other side of the room. Alex absently stared at his ass as it swung subtly back and forth; quite happily, too, until Oonágh elbowed him in the side.
He pouted and whined an “ow” at her. She rolled her eyes and snatched the reel from him, expertly winding the old, unused film onto it before throwing it back at him.
“There, now you won’t look like a complete fucking idiot when Jack comes back over, and then he’ll totally want to do you,” she teased, patting down her best friends hair. Alex swatted her hands away and glared at her.
“What the fuck are you doing? And why would I even care if Jack thinks I’m an idiot or not?” Oonágh rolled her eyes and flicked the elder’s nose.
“Shut up, Alex, you’re so obvious that the whole sixth form knows how big your boner for Jack is,” she told him carelessly, and Alex hissed for her to be quiet, but she ignored him and continued talking. “Do you even brush your hair when you wake up?” She tried to pat his hair down again but Alex just swatted at her hands moodily.
“Get off me! Ugh! Don’t you have better things to do?”
“In case you hadn’t noticed, Derek isn’t in this class,” she sniffed, and started drawing on Alex’s forearm.
Alex rolled his eyes, watching as the doodle on his forearm formed. As soon as he saw what she was writing, however, his eyes bugged and he ripped his arm away from the cackling girl.
“What the fuck?!” Alex screeched, throwing the wound reel at her in anger. Oonágh held onto the table, wheezing with laughter. Alex glared at her.
“It’s not that funny, Oon-…”
“Are you guys all right?” a voice said from behind Alex. He cursed and turned to face Jack sheepishly.
“Yeah, uh-…”
“What’s that?” A puzzled tone took hold of Jack’s voice as he looked down at Alex’s arm. The blood drained from Alex’s face as he desperately tried to shove his arm under the table, stuttering a “n-nothing” as he went. Jack reached forward and stopped Alex’s movement, pulling his arm out from under the table and reading the words displayed on his student’s arm. The whole class was staring, staring at what Oonágh had written on his arm. He really wished the Earth below him would crack open and swallow him whole. But he was Alex Gaskarth, and things like that didn’t happen to him when he wanted them to. Not that that had ever happened to him, but… oh, shut up, you’re missing the point.
Jack’s eyes went wide as he read the not-so-subtle ‘Alex wants Jack to fuck him, hard’ scrawled along the students left forearm. He dropped his hand from Alex quickly, a blank expression crawling across his features.
“I think you need to stay after class, Alex,” Jack told him quietly but forcefully, not meeting the younger’s eyes.
“But-…”
“No ‘buts’,” Jack snapped. “I’ve been questioning your interest in this class for a while, now, and I think we need to discuss your future within this subject. Unless you’d like to do it in front of everybody, Alexander, I suggest you shut up and stay behind after this period.”
“Okay,” Alex whispered, looking down as desk, covering his forearm from his peering classmates’ eyes.
“Alex…,” Oonágh began, chewing her lip as she watched the tears well up on the bottom lid of Alex’s eyes.
“Shut up,” he mumbled, a lone tear dripping over the edge as he moved, trickling down his face and over his lips.
“I’m sorry-…”
“I don’t care,” he hissed. He was beyond embarrassed. He was mortified. He could hear people sniggering at him. Alex didn’t deal well with embarrassment. He just wanted to get up and run home, drop out of college, and transfer to a different one. Anything - anything other than facing Jack at the end of this lesson; anything other than facing his peers for the rest of the year.
For the rest of the lesson Alex was disinterested in anything going on. Disinterested in Jack, disinterested in whatever Oonágh was saying and disinterested in the film camera work he was supposed to be doing. He didn’t see the point - Jack was going to kick him off the course anyway, so what was the point?
He kicked a loose stone on the car park, his hands buried in his hoody pockets as he stood waiting for Oonágh to be done taking pictures of random shit he didn’t even care about.
The Irish girl stood up straight and looked at him.
“Stop wallowing,” she mumbled. “I bet it’s not even going to be as bad as you think.”
“Bite me,” he muttered.
“Alex, the worst that can happen is he’s gonna kick you off the course,” she tried to reassure him. He stared at her blankly.
“You think I want to get kicked off the course, Oonágh? This is my future we’re talking about here, you know.”
“Yeah, Alex, I know,” she sighed. “I am really sorry, though.”
“Yeah, you said.”
She sighed, annoyed.
“Whatever, Alex; grow the hell up. I made a mistake.” She turned on her heel and made her way back to the class. Alex followed behind, dawdling because he wasn’t really looking forward to seeing his twenty-four year old tutor again.
***
The end of class finally rolled around and everyone rushed to force their things into their bags, scrambling for the door nosily, yelling at their friends, getting out their phones. Alex pouted. Oonágh left without a second glance. He sighed and started cramming things into his bag. Jack was at the front of the room, looking over some papers before putting them carefully into a large binder. He then looked up to Alex, a hard look on his face.
“My office, Alex,” he said, pushing off the desk and walking towards the solid-wood door on the other side of the class room to the exit. Alex shoved his chair back and stood up, dragging his bag along the floor as he marched into Jack’s office in a strop. He realised he was being entirely and completely childish, and he knew his behaviour really wasn’t going to weigh the odds in his favour, but right now he just didn’t care.
Alex looked around the office. He’d never been in here before. It was a mess, to put it bluntly. There were student journals everywhere, open binders strewn around, some on the floor, some on top of filing cabinets. The cork board behind Jack’s head was littered with notes in Jack’s messy handwriting, leaflets for museum open days, and print-outs of timetables. Alex’s eyes flickered to the desk before him as he sat down on the blue chair. There was a laptop hidden underneath photography books and more student journals.
“Alex.” Alex’s eyes shot up at the sound of his name. Jack was staring intently at him. “Do you wanna tell me what happened, earlier?”
“I, uh…” Alex chewed his lip, looking at his hands.
“Eyes up here,” Jack told him, pointing to his own face. Alex looked up nervously, wringing his fingers together.
“Yeah,” he muttered, his eyes flickering to the side for a second before looking back at Jack. “Well, I, uh… I didn’t even write that,” he muttered. “It was Oonágh.”
“Why did she write that on your arm?” Jack asked. His voice was quiet and velvet - even though it sort of scared Alex, it kind of made him even more attracted to his tutor. Don’t even, Alex warned himself.
“I d-don’t know,” Alex mumbled, looking away from Jack’s eyes. Alex’s voice screamed that he was lying, and even Alex wouldn’t be convinced… but Jack didn’t mention it.
“Is it true?”
“W-what?” Alex looked back, his stomach curling.
“Is what she wrote true?” Alex looked at Jack. He really looked at him. He face was calm; he didn’t look mad. If he were honest, Alex was fucking confused right now. Why should it matter whether what Oonágh wrote was true or not? Didn’t Jack say he wanted to talk about Alex’s interest, or rather lack of interest, in photography?
“Why is that relevant?” Alex challenged with a sudden surge of confidence. He cocked an eyebrow and folded his arms across his chest. “I thought we were here to discuss my ‘future in this subject’ or something - not whether I want you to fuck me or not.”
Jack cocked an eyebrow and smirked.
“Wanting me to fuck you is kind of inappropriate, Alex,” Jack told him, ignoring what Alex had said completely. “I’m your tutor, you’re my student…”
“…and all this time you assume what she wrote was true,” Alex teased, daring to put his feet up on his teacher’s desk.
“Are you telling me it’s not?” Jack stood up and walked around the desk, slapping Alex’s feet down before resting against the front of the desk before Alex. The sixteen-year-old’s eyes lingered on the tight-as-fuck skinny jeans Jack always opted for over the corduroy jeans his other male tutors wore day in, day out. They outlined everything, and Alex was glad his other tutors didn’t wear them. There were enough things in life to make him sick without adding that to it.
“That’s what I thought,” Jack told him, a cocky grin plastered across his lips. Alex shifted his eyes to look at him and raised one of his thick eyebrows. He stood up and positioned himself dangerously close to Jack, legs either side of Jack’s, his face barely five inches from the teacher’s face. He was slightly shorter than Jack usually, but seeing as Jack was half-sitting down they were nearly almost the same height. Alex flicked his eyes down deliberately to look at the brunette’s chapped lips, watching as he licked them in anticipation.
“I think,” Alex said with an impatient husk to his voice, “that the real question here is... do you want to fuck me, Jack?”
Alex heard Jack’s breath falter as the words left his mouth. It took all of Jack’s willpower to nod his head, eyes stuck on Alex’s lips as they smirked.
“Good” was all Alex said before he crushed his lips against Jack’s moist ones, immediately pulling a moan from the scruff-faced man’s throat. The teacher opened his mouth and pulled his student closer to him, snaking his hand up the younger’s black v-neck. Alex whined and Jack smirked into his mouth, forcing his tongue in and licking the roof of his mouth. Alex pulled back for a moment, pulling the collar of Jack’s dress shirt with both hands and twisting him away from the bomb-site desk before pushing everything onto the floor except the laptop, which he flung almost carelessly onto the seat he had vacated minutes before.
Jack smirked, looking at the mess.
“You are so cleaning that up later-…”
He was cut off by Alex slamming him down back-first onto the now-clear desk, shoving Jack’s lanky legs up onto the scratched surface before clambering up and positioning himself on Jack’s crotch. Jack steadied himself with his elbows, his eyes slipping closed as Alex’s hands cupped his face and the boy kissed him again. He fell back when he removed his elbows; pulling the tight v-neck from the younger’s body. He could feel his jeans get even fucking tighter at the sight of topless Alex, his lips red and flat-out desire in his chocolate eyes as he hurried to unbutton Jack’s shirt. The Lebanese man grew impatient and ripped the shirt from himself, buttons flying everywhere. Alex’s eyes widened as he looked at his tutor, his mouth slightly ajar. Jack reached up to grab his chin and pressed their lips together once more, distracting Alex enough to flip him over. The younger grunted as his bare back slammed against the table but soon forgot his discomfort as Jack started unbuttoning his skinny jeans, pulling them roughly down his legs before starting on his own. As soon as Jack had the button popped Alex was pulling them down his teacher’s legs and getting his creased shoes off in the process. Alex then began to wiggle out of his own jeans, kicking his converse off at the same time.
Jack went to climb over Alex again, but Alex slipped off the desk quickly and grabbed Jack by the waistband of his boxer shorts. The brunette shot him a confused look, but Alex simply smirked and pushed him back into his swivel chair before dropping to his knees. Jack’s heart rose in his throat and thrummed as the blonde dipped his thumbs into the elasticated waistband of his boxer shorts and pulled them down, letting Jack’s boner out into the air of the office. He groaned as Alex clamped a fist around the base of his dick before hissing a quick “fuck” as he took him in his mouth. He was quick to thread his fingers in the blonde strands, pushing Alex’s head down further, a string of obscenities and Alex’s name spilling through his lips as the boy’s throat contracted.
“Fuck,” Jack groaned. “Alex, get off before I completely lose it and come. Fuck.” He pulled an unwilling Alex off. The younger boy pouted, and Jack stood up, chuckling, grabbing him by the hips and bringing him back over to the desk.
“I’m going to fuck you, now, Alex,” Jack told him, hooking his fingers in Alex’s boxers and teasingly ran his index along the length of the band. He heard the boy panting, saw the flush on his cheeks and the excitement in his eyes. “Turn around.” Alex did as he was told and Jack bent him forwards over the desk so his chest slammed against the wooden surface. He teasingly leaned over Alex as he rummaged in his desk drawer, searching. He pulled the hidden lube and condoms out of the depths of the unorganised drawer and Alex smirked, rutting his ass against Jack, making his tutor groan.
“Behave,” Jack groaned.
“Expectant?” Alex mumbled, ignoring his tutor’s command and turning his head to look at him.
“Prepared,” Jack argued, covering his fingers in lube before sliding them inside Alex without any warning. He hissed, wiggling his body a little to try and make it a little more comfortable. A serious look covered Jack’s face as he stretched Alex, curling the digits up a little. The look disappeared when Alex yelped, pushing himself back on Jack’s fingers and groaning. He smirked and withdrew his fingers, savouring the disappointed noise Alex made. Quickly, he rolled the condom on and positioned himself at Alex’s ass. He pushed in without warning, but stopped when he was all the way in; waiting to make sure Alex was okay.
“What the fuck are you waiting for?” he hissed, pushing back against Jack impatiently. Jack pushed Alex’s face against the table whilst steadying his hips with the other hand. Jack pulled out dangerously slowly, and then slammed into his student, ripping the loudest moan from the boy in front of him. He started up a steady rhythm, pushing in and out of the boy with force. Alex felt good around him, so it was disappointing when Alex yelped “stop”.
“What?” Jack moaned, his hips rutting slightly.
“This isn’t working,” Alex muttered, pushing Jack away and out of him before turning around, revealing a red line across his abdomen where the hard edge of the table kept digging in. Jack wasn’t really paying attention to that, though, more to the fact that Alex was standing in front of him, completely naked and erect.
“You’re hot,” Jack muttered, pulling Alex against him and crashing their lips together. Alex kissed him back, before pushing him away.
“Sit down,” Alex ordered, giving Jack a little shove in the direction of his desk chair.
“Uh, why?” Jack asked, yet doing as he was told. Alex didn’t reply, instead he climbed onto Jack’s lap and pushed Jack back inside him.
“O-oh,” Jack groaned as Alex’s arms looped around his neck. The blonde started to bounce in Jack’s lap, attaching his lips to Jack’s, kissing the man as best as he could in the given situation.
“Shit, Alex,” Jack mumbled, grabbing the other’s hips and making the thrusts more precise, better. Alex pulled his mouth away from Jack’s, throwing his head back and groaning loudly.
“Fuck,” he muttered, hitting harder against Jack. “O-oh… Holy shit…” Jack could feel the heat pooling in his lower stomach as Alex clenched, his pants getting more and more laboured. The younger’s hand came down to pump his dick, but Jack slapped it away and replaced it with his own.
“Oh shit,” Alex moaned, his movements becoming sloppy. A minute later and he came all over Jack’s hands, still bouncing as his rode out his orgasm, screaming. Jack lost it and came, biting down on Alex’s shoulder. They sat like that for a few minutes, breathing heavily to catch their breath, before Alex detangled himself and hopped down from the chair, redressing himself and throwing Jack’s clothes at him as he found them strewn with his.
Five minutes later and they were both dressed, their hair stuck to their heads with sweat, their cheeks red and Jack’s shirt broken beyond repair. The elder sat in his chair and leaned back with his eyes closed.
“Uh, Jack?” Alex mumbled, glancing at the clock.
“Yeah?” his teacher replied breathlessly.
“Don’t you have another class in, like, five minutes?”
Jack’s eyes shot open, searching for the clock on top of the filing cabinet. Alex was right.
“Oh shit,” Jack cussed, standing up. “You better leave.”
“Will do,” Alex told him, running a hand through his sweaty hair and picking up his bag before turning for the door.
“Oh, Jack?” Jack looked up. “Are you kicking me out of your class?”
Jack snorted. “No, Alex. Get the fuck out.”
The blonde boy beamed, before rushing out of the office door, across the classroom and out of the door.
He jumped when he saw Oonágh waiting for him outside of the classroom.
“What the fuck took you so long?” she asked as they began to walk down the corridor.
“You know,” Alex muttered. “Jack really wanted to… drill it into me that I need to take this course seriously or some stupid shit like that.”
The girl eyed him, really taking in his appearance since he’d walked out of the classroom, and considered the words he’d just spoken.
“Alex, why are you all sweaty?” she asked, a hint of accusation in her voice. He stared at her blankly, shifting his bag up higher on his shoulder.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered.
“Oh my God, you didn’t,” she gasped, a grin fighting its way onto her face.
“What the fuck are you even on about,” Alex muttered, walking faster.
“Jack totally fucked you.”
“What are we getting for lunch?”
“You fucking whore,” Oonágh smirked. Alex rolled his eyes and turned into the canteen.