We'll Stagger Home After Midnight (3/5?)
Title: We'll Stagger Home After Midnight (Chapter Three)
Author: lost_in_stereo7 aka Taylor
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jalex Christ, my Lord and Savior
POV: Third, centered around Alex.
Summary: The one where Alex is a mailman who likes Blink-182 and Jack drinks coffee in his bathrobe and also likes Blink-182.
Disclaimer: Negative on the owning. However, I had a dream Jack Barakat was my my bitch. Close enough, right?
Title Cred. to: After Midnight - Blink-182
Author's Notes: fuck yeah.
(masterpost)
The concert plays out, all of Alex’s favorite songs coursing through his eardrums. He’s finally starting to feel the effects of those eight or so beers from earlier, and the intoxication is helping to make Jack look even sexier (if possible). The adrenaline and alcohol are making their way through his veins and really, Alex couldn’t be happier.
It’s about halfway through the set with Jack gets bumped out from beside Alex and is instead stood in front of him. Even though Jack’s only a few inches taller than him, it blocks Alex’s view of Mark Hoppus, something he’d really prefer to be seeing. So he taps on Jack’s shoulder and asks to switch places, which they do with minimal difficulty and a few dirty looks from those surrounding them.
And maybe Alex uses that as an excuse to grind up on Jack during After Midnight. And maybe he’s also visualizing himself and Jack staggering home after the concert, although he hopes to sleep somewhere more comfortable than a stairwell.
Alex can feel Jack stiffening behind him (and he’s not just talking about locking knees), so he decides to have a little fun. Without turning around, Alex grabs Jack’s hands and places them on his own hips. Jack’s hands curl unsurely around the jutting bones, so Alex begins to sway back and forth, effectively brushing up against Jack’s crotch again.
It seems that toggled a switch in Jack’s brain, for the taller male begins to sway his hips against Alex’s, bringing their bodies flush against each others’. The two sway together throughout the course of the second half of the set. Alex is really glad this is his twelfth or so time seeing Blink, otherwise he’d probably regret focusing a lot of his attention on Jack rather than the music gods stood before him.
By the way Jack’s hard-on is pressing against Alex’s ass lets Alex know that, yeah, he’s definitely getting laid tonight. Finally, after months of pining after the dark-hair beauty, he’ll be getting what he wants.
Alex’s heart swells with slight remorse as Blink ends their set with Family Reunion, the words “I fucked your mom” amongst thousands of screaming girls ringing throughout the venue.
As soon as the last guitar chord is silenced and Mark stops yelling explicatives into the microphone, Alex is turning around and grabbing Jack’s face, forcing their lips together an wasting no time thrusting his tongue forward into Jack’s mouth. They kiss ravenously for a few minutes, getting pushed around and becoming the subject of many starky remarks about being “shameless” and “hormone fueled.” Alex is just thankful for the lack of homophobic comments, because that means he would have to stop kissing Jack to go kick someone’s ass, and he’d really, really prefer to keep kissing the dark-haired boy who tastes like Corona and Budweiser and sweat and cigarettes and mint. Really, Alex has never tasted anything better.
It’s when minutes have passed and they know they need to move or risk security intervening (talk about a boner kill) that the two testosterone-filled males split. Alex whispers in Jack’s ear, asking him “your place or mine?” to which Jack responds “mine, it’s closer.”
Even though Alex is pretty sure Jack has no clue where he lives, he agrees because Jack’s house is actually closer, and if Alex can remember right (the alcohol is kind of fogging up his brain functions), then Jack’s house is about a four minute walk away, which means they won’t have to pay taxi fare, which also means they won’t have to refrain from jumping each other in the taxi. It doesn’t matter how drunk he is, Alex knows hooking up in a cab is trashy, and not even a naked Jack could make him hook up in a cab (wait, scratch that. Alex would be glad to take a naked Jack anywhere, even in the middle of a desert…maybe).
Alex grabs Jack’s hand and pulls him out of the venue, ignoring security’s warnings of “no running!” Yeah, okay, security can yell however much they want, but people are going to run. Get over it.
As the pair head outside, Jack yells at Alex to stop and yanks his arm back, almost sending the shorter man crashing to the ground. After apologizing, Jack explains that he needs to make sure Zack knows not to wait up for him. Alex nods and takes a step closer to Jack as the taller male pulls out his phone and starts to send Zack a text. Jack is a fairly slow typist, so Alex pulls their bodies together via Jack’s belt loops and starts to nibble on Jack’s neck. Jack’s breathing deepens and Alex can feel the younger male growing harder against him.
As soon as Jack sends the text he’s pulling Alex’s face against him and slamming their mouths together, noses bumping and teeth knocking against each other. The kiss is animalistic yet short, and it’s not long before Jack is pushing Alex back, only to grab onto his hand and tug him towards the house. It’s late, but they’re still close to the venue so the traffic is mildly heavy. The duo run for about two minutes before Jack stops them and pulls Alex through traffic to cross the road.
Two minutes later and the two are standing outside of Jack’s house, Alex pressed up against the wall with Jack’s mouth on his as the homeowner fumbles in his pocket for his keys. Alex is panting in Jack’s mouth as the taller man finally pulls out the key ring and unlocks the door, pushing Alex inside and pressing him against the door. If Alex’s mind wasn’t so clouded, he’d probably take the time to look around the place after wanting to see the inside of it for so long. But why should he waste his time wondering what the house looks like when he’s got a very eager, very hard Jack Barakat leading him down the hallway and into his bedroom.
As soon as they’re in the bedroom, Jack is once again forcing Alex against the wall, fumbling with the button on Alex’s jeans and pushing them to the floor. Alex returns the favor, pushing Jack’s jeans to the floor and then pulling the taller man’s t-shirt over his head. Jack also pulls Alex’s t-shirt off, before bringing their half-naked bodies together. The dark-haired man rubs his hands across Alex’s thighs, feeling the smooth muscle before bringing his hands to the back of the shorter man’s thighs and pulling his legs around Jack’s waist. Jack backs them away from the wall and moves towards the bed, turning around and pretty much dropping Alex on the bed, crawling towards the older male and bringing their mouths together again.
As lips slip and tongues press, Alex presses his hips up subtly, Jack’s pressing down at the same time. The elder male groans in Jack’s mouth as their hips rut together. Jack’s lips move down to Alex’s jaw and then across to behind his ear, taking the lobe into his mouth and his fingers nudge underneath the blonde man’s boxers. Jack mouths down from his jaw to his torso, swirling his tongue around a nipple before going even lower, swiping his tongue across Alex’s navel and finally taking the waistband of the older man’s boxers between his teeth. Alex lifts his hips off the bed in assistance, and Jack pulls the boxers off with his mouth, all animalistic-like, making Alex moan breathily.
The taller male moves back up to Alex, capturing his lips again as he reaches into his bedside table, fumbling around for a condom and lube. When he finds the two items, he presses one last kiss to Alex’s lips and moves down on the other male, sucking on his hipbones and he lubes up his fingers, pressing one against Alex’s entrance.
“Two, start with two,” Alex says breathily. Jack does as told, Alex moaning at the head of the bed as the dark-haired man licks a stripe up the blonde’s cock. It’s not two minutes later before Jack is pressing in a third finger, curling them at just the right time as he bobs his head up and down, Alex letting out a throaty moan and a mumbled “mm, good, good I’m good.”
Jack pulls his fingers out and wipes them on the sheets, looking around for the condom. Alex nudges the younger male with his foot and Jack looks up, seeing the condom in Alex’s hand. The blonde man rips open the package, leaning up towards Jack and pressing a kiss to his lips before putting the condom in his mouth and oh god, if he knew how great Alex was in the bedroom, Jack would’ve tried this long ago. The blonde man rolls the latex over Jack’s cock with his lips, his tongue pressing to the head as the lips press further down, successfully unrolling the condom and holy fuck, Jack doesn’t think he’s ever been more turned on in his life.
Alex moves back up, pushing the condom down a little further as he leans up to kiss Jack, wrapping his arms around the taller male and pulling him down as Alex goes to lay on his back. Their lips stay connected as Jack grabs his cock and eases himself into Alex. The initial pain is there, but it’s nothing Alex can’t handle, so he passes the time kissing Jack as the taller man begins to rotate his hips a little, just letting Alex get used to the intrusion.
Alex pulls back from the kiss to catch his breath, at the same time whispering “go go go go go.” And Jack does, pulling out before pushing in, building up a rhythm and more force with each thrust, before he just decides to fuck everything and slams into the blonde, hitting Alex’s spot and making the blonde see stars. Alex lets out a moan that he’s been holding in and it sounds so sexy that Jack can’t help but lean down and bring their lips together.
And even though Alex is getting his prostate hammered and his brains fucked out, he can’t help but feel like this is different than all the other times that he’s ever had sex, that there’s some kind of connection between the two men, a surge of electricity that he’s never felt at each press to his prostate. With that thought, he wraps his legs around Jack’s waist and his arms around the taller man’s neck, panting into Jack’s mouth as they kiss ferociously, the alcohol and lust and electricity making this entire thing a thrilling experience.
It’s not much longer before Alex feels that familiar tug and pull, and by the way Jack’s rhythm is getting off-beat and his breathing is getting heavier, Alex knows that Jack is close to. Alex wiggles an arm down between their bodies and wraps his hand around his cock, closing his eyes as the tension eases. He starts to slide his hand up and down before his hand’s removed from his cock and another, larger, callused one replaces it. He opens his as he moans, the callused fingertips running underneath the head and across the slit as his prostate is periodically hit and it’s all just too much too handle and before his brain can form the word orgasm that’s exactly what he’s doing, with a scream of Jack’s name.
The way Alex’s face looks during his climax and the way his heels dig into Jack’s back and the way his muscles contract around the dark-haired man forces Jack into his own orgasm, moaning as he lets himself go. The taller man grabs a corner of the blanket they’re on, wiping off Alex’s stomach before collapsing on top of the blonde man. The two lay there for a few minutes, catching their breath and basking in the post-coital bliss. Alex isn’t sure how much time passes before Jack is pulling out of him and rolling off. Alex sighs at the empty feeling and lays there for an extra moment before getting up to leave.
When Alex tries to stand up, he’s stopped by a pair of arms wrapping around his waist and pulling him back. Jack pulls Alex close to his body, burying his nose in the blonde’s hair before whispering a very soft, barely audible “stay.”
So Alex does.
(next chapter)
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A/N: SO this is the first actual sex scene I've ever written and it's significantly awkward to write so feedback is great. much love to all the commenters<3 love to you for reading this, as well, even if you don't comment. :)
Author: lost_in_stereo7 aka Taylor
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jalex Christ, my Lord and Savior
POV: Third, centered around Alex.
Summary: The one where Alex is a mailman who likes Blink-182 and Jack drinks coffee in his bathrobe and also likes Blink-182.
Disclaimer: Negative on the owning. However, I had a dream Jack Barakat was my my bitch. Close enough, right?
Title Cred. to: After Midnight - Blink-182
Author's Notes: fuck yeah.
(masterpost)
The concert plays out, all of Alex’s favorite songs coursing through his eardrums. He’s finally starting to feel the effects of those eight or so beers from earlier, and the intoxication is helping to make Jack look even sexier (if possible). The adrenaline and alcohol are making their way through his veins and really, Alex couldn’t be happier.
It’s about halfway through the set with Jack gets bumped out from beside Alex and is instead stood in front of him. Even though Jack’s only a few inches taller than him, it blocks Alex’s view of Mark Hoppus, something he’d really prefer to be seeing. So he taps on Jack’s shoulder and asks to switch places, which they do with minimal difficulty and a few dirty looks from those surrounding them.
And maybe Alex uses that as an excuse to grind up on Jack during After Midnight. And maybe he’s also visualizing himself and Jack staggering home after the concert, although he hopes to sleep somewhere more comfortable than a stairwell.
Alex can feel Jack stiffening behind him (and he’s not just talking about locking knees), so he decides to have a little fun. Without turning around, Alex grabs Jack’s hands and places them on his own hips. Jack’s hands curl unsurely around the jutting bones, so Alex begins to sway back and forth, effectively brushing up against Jack’s crotch again.
It seems that toggled a switch in Jack’s brain, for the taller male begins to sway his hips against Alex’s, bringing their bodies flush against each others’. The two sway together throughout the course of the second half of the set. Alex is really glad this is his twelfth or so time seeing Blink, otherwise he’d probably regret focusing a lot of his attention on Jack rather than the music gods stood before him.
By the way Jack’s hard-on is pressing against Alex’s ass lets Alex know that, yeah, he’s definitely getting laid tonight. Finally, after months of pining after the dark-hair beauty, he’ll be getting what he wants.
Alex’s heart swells with slight remorse as Blink ends their set with Family Reunion, the words “I fucked your mom” amongst thousands of screaming girls ringing throughout the venue.
As soon as the last guitar chord is silenced and Mark stops yelling explicatives into the microphone, Alex is turning around and grabbing Jack’s face, forcing their lips together an wasting no time thrusting his tongue forward into Jack’s mouth. They kiss ravenously for a few minutes, getting pushed around and becoming the subject of many starky remarks about being “shameless” and “hormone fueled.” Alex is just thankful for the lack of homophobic comments, because that means he would have to stop kissing Jack to go kick someone’s ass, and he’d really, really prefer to keep kissing the dark-haired boy who tastes like Corona and Budweiser and sweat and cigarettes and mint. Really, Alex has never tasted anything better.
It’s when minutes have passed and they know they need to move or risk security intervening (talk about a boner kill) that the two testosterone-filled males split. Alex whispers in Jack’s ear, asking him “your place or mine?” to which Jack responds “mine, it’s closer.”
Even though Alex is pretty sure Jack has no clue where he lives, he agrees because Jack’s house is actually closer, and if Alex can remember right (the alcohol is kind of fogging up his brain functions), then Jack’s house is about a four minute walk away, which means they won’t have to pay taxi fare, which also means they won’t have to refrain from jumping each other in the taxi. It doesn’t matter how drunk he is, Alex knows hooking up in a cab is trashy, and not even a naked Jack could make him hook up in a cab (wait, scratch that. Alex would be glad to take a naked Jack anywhere, even in the middle of a desert…maybe).
Alex grabs Jack’s hand and pulls him out of the venue, ignoring security’s warnings of “no running!” Yeah, okay, security can yell however much they want, but people are going to run. Get over it.
As the pair head outside, Jack yells at Alex to stop and yanks his arm back, almost sending the shorter man crashing to the ground. After apologizing, Jack explains that he needs to make sure Zack knows not to wait up for him. Alex nods and takes a step closer to Jack as the taller male pulls out his phone and starts to send Zack a text. Jack is a fairly slow typist, so Alex pulls their bodies together via Jack’s belt loops and starts to nibble on Jack’s neck. Jack’s breathing deepens and Alex can feel the younger male growing harder against him.
As soon as Jack sends the text he’s pulling Alex’s face against him and slamming their mouths together, noses bumping and teeth knocking against each other. The kiss is animalistic yet short, and it’s not long before Jack is pushing Alex back, only to grab onto his hand and tug him towards the house. It’s late, but they’re still close to the venue so the traffic is mildly heavy. The duo run for about two minutes before Jack stops them and pulls Alex through traffic to cross the road.
Two minutes later and the two are standing outside of Jack’s house, Alex pressed up against the wall with Jack’s mouth on his as the homeowner fumbles in his pocket for his keys. Alex is panting in Jack’s mouth as the taller man finally pulls out the key ring and unlocks the door, pushing Alex inside and pressing him against the door. If Alex’s mind wasn’t so clouded, he’d probably take the time to look around the place after wanting to see the inside of it for so long. But why should he waste his time wondering what the house looks like when he’s got a very eager, very hard Jack Barakat leading him down the hallway and into his bedroom.
As soon as they’re in the bedroom, Jack is once again forcing Alex against the wall, fumbling with the button on Alex’s jeans and pushing them to the floor. Alex returns the favor, pushing Jack’s jeans to the floor and then pulling the taller man’s t-shirt over his head. Jack also pulls Alex’s t-shirt off, before bringing their half-naked bodies together. The dark-haired man rubs his hands across Alex’s thighs, feeling the smooth muscle before bringing his hands to the back of the shorter man’s thighs and pulling his legs around Jack’s waist. Jack backs them away from the wall and moves towards the bed, turning around and pretty much dropping Alex on the bed, crawling towards the older male and bringing their mouths together again.
As lips slip and tongues press, Alex presses his hips up subtly, Jack’s pressing down at the same time. The elder male groans in Jack’s mouth as their hips rut together. Jack’s lips move down to Alex’s jaw and then across to behind his ear, taking the lobe into his mouth and his fingers nudge underneath the blonde man’s boxers. Jack mouths down from his jaw to his torso, swirling his tongue around a nipple before going even lower, swiping his tongue across Alex’s navel and finally taking the waistband of the older man’s boxers between his teeth. Alex lifts his hips off the bed in assistance, and Jack pulls the boxers off with his mouth, all animalistic-like, making Alex moan breathily.
The taller male moves back up to Alex, capturing his lips again as he reaches into his bedside table, fumbling around for a condom and lube. When he finds the two items, he presses one last kiss to Alex’s lips and moves down on the other male, sucking on his hipbones and he lubes up his fingers, pressing one against Alex’s entrance.
“Two, start with two,” Alex says breathily. Jack does as told, Alex moaning at the head of the bed as the dark-haired man licks a stripe up the blonde’s cock. It’s not two minutes later before Jack is pressing in a third finger, curling them at just the right time as he bobs his head up and down, Alex letting out a throaty moan and a mumbled “mm, good, good I’m good.”
Jack pulls his fingers out and wipes them on the sheets, looking around for the condom. Alex nudges the younger male with his foot and Jack looks up, seeing the condom in Alex’s hand. The blonde man rips open the package, leaning up towards Jack and pressing a kiss to his lips before putting the condom in his mouth and oh god, if he knew how great Alex was in the bedroom, Jack would’ve tried this long ago. The blonde man rolls the latex over Jack’s cock with his lips, his tongue pressing to the head as the lips press further down, successfully unrolling the condom and holy fuck, Jack doesn’t think he’s ever been more turned on in his life.
Alex moves back up, pushing the condom down a little further as he leans up to kiss Jack, wrapping his arms around the taller male and pulling him down as Alex goes to lay on his back. Their lips stay connected as Jack grabs his cock and eases himself into Alex. The initial pain is there, but it’s nothing Alex can’t handle, so he passes the time kissing Jack as the taller man begins to rotate his hips a little, just letting Alex get used to the intrusion.
Alex pulls back from the kiss to catch his breath, at the same time whispering “go go go go go.” And Jack does, pulling out before pushing in, building up a rhythm and more force with each thrust, before he just decides to fuck everything and slams into the blonde, hitting Alex’s spot and making the blonde see stars. Alex lets out a moan that he’s been holding in and it sounds so sexy that Jack can’t help but lean down and bring their lips together.
And even though Alex is getting his prostate hammered and his brains fucked out, he can’t help but feel like this is different than all the other times that he’s ever had sex, that there’s some kind of connection between the two men, a surge of electricity that he’s never felt at each press to his prostate. With that thought, he wraps his legs around Jack’s waist and his arms around the taller man’s neck, panting into Jack’s mouth as they kiss ferociously, the alcohol and lust and electricity making this entire thing a thrilling experience.
It’s not much longer before Alex feels that familiar tug and pull, and by the way Jack’s rhythm is getting off-beat and his breathing is getting heavier, Alex knows that Jack is close to. Alex wiggles an arm down between their bodies and wraps his hand around his cock, closing his eyes as the tension eases. He starts to slide his hand up and down before his hand’s removed from his cock and another, larger, callused one replaces it. He opens his as he moans, the callused fingertips running underneath the head and across the slit as his prostate is periodically hit and it’s all just too much too handle and before his brain can form the word orgasm that’s exactly what he’s doing, with a scream of Jack’s name.
The way Alex’s face looks during his climax and the way his heels dig into Jack’s back and the way his muscles contract around the dark-haired man forces Jack into his own orgasm, moaning as he lets himself go. The taller man grabs a corner of the blanket they’re on, wiping off Alex’s stomach before collapsing on top of the blonde man. The two lay there for a few minutes, catching their breath and basking in the post-coital bliss. Alex isn’t sure how much time passes before Jack is pulling out of him and rolling off. Alex sighs at the empty feeling and lays there for an extra moment before getting up to leave.
When Alex tries to stand up, he’s stopped by a pair of arms wrapping around his waist and pulling him back. Jack pulls Alex close to his body, burying his nose in the blonde’s hair before whispering a very soft, barely audible “stay.”
So Alex does.
(next chapter)
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A/N: SO this is the first actual sex scene I've ever written and it's significantly awkward to write so feedback is great. much love to all the commenters<3 love to you for reading this, as well, even if you don't comment. :)