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Title: Lust & Lingerie
Author: promisethstars
Pairing: Alex Gaskarth/alwaysbeenagirl!Jack Barakat
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: gender!swap (I made Jack a girl. So, yeah, you've been warned.)
Summary: Jack tries on something at Victoria's Secret and Alex approves. A lot.
Disclaimer: This is pretty much just sex and white lies. Jack Barakat is also not a girl. No, really.
Notes: random_yayness is the best person ever and deserves all of the thanks ever ♥
When Jack shuts the door behind her instead of letting Alex in, Alex huffs and talks to her through it instead.
“Unfair, bitch,” he says. “You know I’m allowed in there.”
“I know,” Jack says from the other side. “Just wait.”
“You could have at least showed me what you picked out,” sighs Alex, leaning against the wall next to Jack’s dressing room. It’s really no fun for him to be here, in Victoria’s Secret, with Jack, and she’s not even letting him in to look at whatever was on those little hangers she grabbed.
“Be patient and maybe I will. I could make you wait until we’re back on the bus later, you know.”
The sad fact is, Alex knows she would, too.
So instead, Alex absentmindedly fiddles with his phone, checking his text messages and his Twitter. Nothing important is happening, and nobody’s answering texts apparently. Just when he’s starting to get really bored and he’s thinking about picking the lock on the dressing room door, the handle turns and Jack pokes her head out.
“All right, you can come in,” Jack says, giving him a slight smirk, and Alex jams his phone back in his pocket. He’d be lying if he said this wasn’t his favorite part of lingerie shopping. When he gets in the dressing room and locks the door behind them, he’s a little disappointed to see Jack’s got her hoodie - it’s actually his, but whatever - wrapped around her.
“Well come on, then. I can see you in my clothes anytime I want.” Jack pushes at his shoulder playfully but unzips the sweatshirt anyway. When she lets it drop to the floor, Alex is suddenly really glad there’s a wall there to catch him, because holy shit.
It’s like Jack personally went into his stack of Victoria’s Secret magazines (whatever, every dude has a couple laying around just in case) and found every page he’s ever folded down. There’s pink and black and lace and even those little bows that Alex has a weird fondness for. He’s never been so glad for that whole “lift and separate” thing that a bra can do until right this very moment.
And then he realizes that he hasn’t even moved down past Jack’s breasts yet, so Alex lets his eyes keep wandering, and for some reason, he hadn’t factored in matching panties to the equation. More lace and black and pink silk and Alex is pretty sure that those little straps hanging down are for… something. He doesn’t know right now and he doesn’t really give a fuck. Because Jack is hotter than he’s ever seen her before, and that’s saying something.
Somewhere between watching Alex look her over and feeling sort of odd at *being* looked over like that, Jack can feel herself getting turned on. And judging by Alex’s reaction, she’s not the only one. She doesn’t make a move towards him, but instead turns towards the mirror.
“I mean, I’m not sure about the color, you know?” Jack says, back to Alex now. “There were others, but I thought maybe this one…”
Jack trails off when Alex moves up behind her, running a hand down her side gently. She’s half-tempted to lean into the touch, but then Alex’s hand is gone and up by her shoulders, walking down the narrow straps with his fingers. His other hand comes to rest on her stomach, and Jack takes in a breath as she watches them in the mirror. Alex hooks his head over her shoulder and their eyes meet in the reflection, only for a moment, but it’s long enough.
He doesn’t mean to, but Alex’s hand ends up on her breast, tracing light patterns over the lace, and he feels Jack lean back into him, pressing her back against his chest. When she moans, just soft enough for him to hear and no one else, it goes straight to his dick.
“Jack, fuck,” he mutters, letting his hands roam a little bit more than they have been. Touching her breasts lightly turns into cupping them in his hand, and the hand that was on her stomach moves a little lower, playing with the waistband of her panties. Alex knows they shouldn’t, that they really should stop now and go pay and get the fuck back to the bus, but he can’t make himself. When it comes to Jack, he has a really, really hard time keeping his hands to himself.
Jack lets her head drop back against Alex’s chest and feels him start to bite and lick at her neck. She opens up for him and doesn’t give a damn about the bruises that are going to be left behind when he’s done. They should stop, she should just push him away and leave him with a hard cock in his jeans, but she can’t. Jack’s too far gone at this point, and Alex hasn’t even really properly touched her bare skin yet.
It only takes a second, but Jack gets turned around facing Alex and kisses him, slow and soft, until he bites at her lip and pulls, and then she can’t help but moan, a little louder than the first time. Alex backs her against the wall, his hands all over her, anywhere he can reach, and Jack gets a hand between them, trying desperately to get his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped. In the moment between shoving his jeans (and boxers) down and him moving back a little so Jack can, she hears him take in a sharp breath.
“What?”
“Nothing, you’re just… you’re really fucking hot, okay?” Alex says, and Jack laughs. Even when they’re both partially naked, Alex is still Alex. They get Alex’s pants to the ground, his boxers following after them, and it seems kind of ridiculous to leave his shirt on, so Alex pulls that off too. He figures that at this point, if they get caught? They might as well do the damn thing right instead of half-assing it.
Jack can feel the adrenaline rushing as Alex gets his hand behind her back and works at the clasp of her bra (which she is immediately buying when they’re done, along with the matching panties, because she really loves Alex’s reaction to it). Alex has gotten really good at bras since they met, so it’s only a matter of seconds before he’s got it off Jack and on the floor. When he starts pushing the panties down too, Jack feels her breathing speed up - this is easily the most public place they’ve ever messed around, and she’s honestly surprised at how turned on she is by it.
When Alex finally has Jack completely naked and in front of him, he only stops a second to look her over. Normally, he’d take his time and really appreciate how smoking hot she really is, but as they’re running on limited time - he’s surprised no one’s knocked on the door yet, actually - Alex only takes a fraction of the time before he pushes Jack back against the wall and starts kissing her, harder than before.
She lets Alex push her against the wall, thankful that she chose the dressing room on the end, and whines quietly into his mouth when he starts touching her breasts, feeling her nipples harden against the barely-there sensation of his fingers. Jack gasps when Alex gets one hand between her legs, rubbing lightly at her clit, then making a noise of disappointment when he takes his hand away. Instead, he gets her balanced on the wall so that Jack can stay steady while he pushes up into her.
Jack is wet enough already that they don’t need lube (and it’s a good thing, because neither of them would have had the forethought to bring it anyway), so she slides down on Alex’s dick easily, stopping for only a moment to adjust once he’s inside her. She watches Alex bite his lip to keep from making sound, and brings her legs up around his waist so all he has to do is keep thrusting up into her.
It’s been a while, but Alex is remembering just how hard it is to fuck up against a wall. He’s holding Jack up against it and trying to keep his rhythm steady, but he’s sort of failing at it.
“You know,” Jack pants as Alex thrusts particularly hard in just the right spot. “For a musician, you’ve got shitty rhythm.”
“Fuck you,” Alex manages back, anticipating the come-back of “I thought that’s what you were doing” before it even comes out of Jack’s mouth. They break into quickly-stifled giggles while Alex gets a little more consistent motion, and sooner rather than later, he knows he’s going to come. As a warning (the best one he’s got right now), Alex buries his face in Jack’s shoulder and bites down, hard enough that it’s going to bruise.
When Alex stops shuddering through the aftershocks, Jack opens her mouth to say some smart-ass comment about him forgetting about her, but then Alex’s tongue is in her mouth and his hand is rubbing her clit, and she completely forgets what she was going to say. He’s still thrusting up shallowly, though she can feel Alex shaking with the effort of keeping both of them vertical still. But it’s enough, and her moans get caught in Alex’s mouth when she comes, a minute or two later.
Afterwards, Jack gets her feet back under her and starts to collect her clothes from the ground, getting dressed. They don’t look at each other while they put their clothes on, but Alex catches Jack’s eye when she picks up the abandoned Victoria’s Secret bra and panties.
“So you’re buying those, right?” Alex teasingly asks on their way out of the dressing room, and Jack punches him in the arm.
“Keep that up, and we’re putting you in them next time.”
Author: promisethstars
Pairing: Alex Gaskarth/alwaysbeenagirl!Jack Barakat
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: gender!swap (I made Jack a girl. So, yeah, you've been warned.)
Summary: Jack tries on something at Victoria's Secret and Alex approves. A lot.
Disclaimer: This is pretty much just sex and white lies. Jack Barakat is also not a girl. No, really.
Notes: random_yayness is the best person ever and deserves all of the thanks ever ♥
When Jack shuts the door behind her instead of letting Alex in, Alex huffs and talks to her through it instead.
“Unfair, bitch,” he says. “You know I’m allowed in there.”
“I know,” Jack says from the other side. “Just wait.”
“You could have at least showed me what you picked out,” sighs Alex, leaning against the wall next to Jack’s dressing room. It’s really no fun for him to be here, in Victoria’s Secret, with Jack, and she’s not even letting him in to look at whatever was on those little hangers she grabbed.
“Be patient and maybe I will. I could make you wait until we’re back on the bus later, you know.”
The sad fact is, Alex knows she would, too.
So instead, Alex absentmindedly fiddles with his phone, checking his text messages and his Twitter. Nothing important is happening, and nobody’s answering texts apparently. Just when he’s starting to get really bored and he’s thinking about picking the lock on the dressing room door, the handle turns and Jack pokes her head out.
“All right, you can come in,” Jack says, giving him a slight smirk, and Alex jams his phone back in his pocket. He’d be lying if he said this wasn’t his favorite part of lingerie shopping. When he gets in the dressing room and locks the door behind them, he’s a little disappointed to see Jack’s got her hoodie - it’s actually his, but whatever - wrapped around her.
“Well come on, then. I can see you in my clothes anytime I want.” Jack pushes at his shoulder playfully but unzips the sweatshirt anyway. When she lets it drop to the floor, Alex is suddenly really glad there’s a wall there to catch him, because holy shit.
It’s like Jack personally went into his stack of Victoria’s Secret magazines (whatever, every dude has a couple laying around just in case) and found every page he’s ever folded down. There’s pink and black and lace and even those little bows that Alex has a weird fondness for. He’s never been so glad for that whole “lift and separate” thing that a bra can do until right this very moment.
And then he realizes that he hasn’t even moved down past Jack’s breasts yet, so Alex lets his eyes keep wandering, and for some reason, he hadn’t factored in matching panties to the equation. More lace and black and pink silk and Alex is pretty sure that those little straps hanging down are for… something. He doesn’t know right now and he doesn’t really give a fuck. Because Jack is hotter than he’s ever seen her before, and that’s saying something.
Somewhere between watching Alex look her over and feeling sort of odd at *being* looked over like that, Jack can feel herself getting turned on. And judging by Alex’s reaction, she’s not the only one. She doesn’t make a move towards him, but instead turns towards the mirror.
“I mean, I’m not sure about the color, you know?” Jack says, back to Alex now. “There were others, but I thought maybe this one…”
Jack trails off when Alex moves up behind her, running a hand down her side gently. She’s half-tempted to lean into the touch, but then Alex’s hand is gone and up by her shoulders, walking down the narrow straps with his fingers. His other hand comes to rest on her stomach, and Jack takes in a breath as she watches them in the mirror. Alex hooks his head over her shoulder and their eyes meet in the reflection, only for a moment, but it’s long enough.
He doesn’t mean to, but Alex’s hand ends up on her breast, tracing light patterns over the lace, and he feels Jack lean back into him, pressing her back against his chest. When she moans, just soft enough for him to hear and no one else, it goes straight to his dick.
“Jack, fuck,” he mutters, letting his hands roam a little bit more than they have been. Touching her breasts lightly turns into cupping them in his hand, and the hand that was on her stomach moves a little lower, playing with the waistband of her panties. Alex knows they shouldn’t, that they really should stop now and go pay and get the fuck back to the bus, but he can’t make himself. When it comes to Jack, he has a really, really hard time keeping his hands to himself.
Jack lets her head drop back against Alex’s chest and feels him start to bite and lick at her neck. She opens up for him and doesn’t give a damn about the bruises that are going to be left behind when he’s done. They should stop, she should just push him away and leave him with a hard cock in his jeans, but she can’t. Jack’s too far gone at this point, and Alex hasn’t even really properly touched her bare skin yet.
It only takes a second, but Jack gets turned around facing Alex and kisses him, slow and soft, until he bites at her lip and pulls, and then she can’t help but moan, a little louder than the first time. Alex backs her against the wall, his hands all over her, anywhere he can reach, and Jack gets a hand between them, trying desperately to get his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped. In the moment between shoving his jeans (and boxers) down and him moving back a little so Jack can, she hears him take in a sharp breath.
“What?”
“Nothing, you’re just… you’re really fucking hot, okay?” Alex says, and Jack laughs. Even when they’re both partially naked, Alex is still Alex. They get Alex’s pants to the ground, his boxers following after them, and it seems kind of ridiculous to leave his shirt on, so Alex pulls that off too. He figures that at this point, if they get caught? They might as well do the damn thing right instead of half-assing it.
Jack can feel the adrenaline rushing as Alex gets his hand behind her back and works at the clasp of her bra (which she is immediately buying when they’re done, along with the matching panties, because she really loves Alex’s reaction to it). Alex has gotten really good at bras since they met, so it’s only a matter of seconds before he’s got it off Jack and on the floor. When he starts pushing the panties down too, Jack feels her breathing speed up - this is easily the most public place they’ve ever messed around, and she’s honestly surprised at how turned on she is by it.
When Alex finally has Jack completely naked and in front of him, he only stops a second to look her over. Normally, he’d take his time and really appreciate how smoking hot she really is, but as they’re running on limited time - he’s surprised no one’s knocked on the door yet, actually - Alex only takes a fraction of the time before he pushes Jack back against the wall and starts kissing her, harder than before.
She lets Alex push her against the wall, thankful that she chose the dressing room on the end, and whines quietly into his mouth when he starts touching her breasts, feeling her nipples harden against the barely-there sensation of his fingers. Jack gasps when Alex gets one hand between her legs, rubbing lightly at her clit, then making a noise of disappointment when he takes his hand away. Instead, he gets her balanced on the wall so that Jack can stay steady while he pushes up into her.
Jack is wet enough already that they don’t need lube (and it’s a good thing, because neither of them would have had the forethought to bring it anyway), so she slides down on Alex’s dick easily, stopping for only a moment to adjust once he’s inside her. She watches Alex bite his lip to keep from making sound, and brings her legs up around his waist so all he has to do is keep thrusting up into her.
It’s been a while, but Alex is remembering just how hard it is to fuck up against a wall. He’s holding Jack up against it and trying to keep his rhythm steady, but he’s sort of failing at it.
“You know,” Jack pants as Alex thrusts particularly hard in just the right spot. “For a musician, you’ve got shitty rhythm.”
“Fuck you,” Alex manages back, anticipating the come-back of “I thought that’s what you were doing” before it even comes out of Jack’s mouth. They break into quickly-stifled giggles while Alex gets a little more consistent motion, and sooner rather than later, he knows he’s going to come. As a warning (the best one he’s got right now), Alex buries his face in Jack’s shoulder and bites down, hard enough that it’s going to bruise.
When Alex stops shuddering through the aftershocks, Jack opens her mouth to say some smart-ass comment about him forgetting about her, but then Alex’s tongue is in her mouth and his hand is rubbing her clit, and she completely forgets what she was going to say. He’s still thrusting up shallowly, though she can feel Alex shaking with the effort of keeping both of them vertical still. But it’s enough, and her moans get caught in Alex’s mouth when she comes, a minute or two later.
Afterwards, Jack gets her feet back under her and starts to collect her clothes from the ground, getting dressed. They don’t look at each other while they put their clothes on, but Alex catches Jack’s eye when she picks up the abandoned Victoria’s Secret bra and panties.
“So you’re buying those, right?” Alex teasingly asks on their way out of the dressing room, and Jack punches him in the arm.
“Keep that up, and we’re putting you in them next time.”