Can We Fast-Forward To Go Down On Me?
UTitle: Can We Fast-Forward To Go Down On Me?
Author: smilekid_xx
Pairing: Alex Gaskarth/Jack Barakat
Rating: NC-17
POV:Third Person
Summary: Jack gets bitten by Evan's cat, develops a crush on Alex, has a lot of sex with Alex, then falls in love. That's seriously the plot.
Disclaimer: none of this is true at all. i don't even think Jack is allergic to cats. title belongs to Panic at the Disco!
Author's Notes: so this fic is my baby. i've worked really really really really hard on this. it's a little over 8000 words, so consider me a little nervous. i really hope you guys love it though. and to all the people mentioned in this fic, you've inspired me to write. i love you all.
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The first day of tour's always stressful. Exciting, yet stressful. "Evan, just say goodbye to your god damn cat and get the fuck on the bus!" Alex yells as he and Jack stand outside and watch Evan cradle the cat in his arms, obviously whispering sweet nothings into the cat's ear.
"Jesus Christ, this is worse than when he was saying goodbye to Ashley," Jack mutters, stomping up to where Evan's standing in the doorway to his house. Jack grabs the cat, and before he can even put the damned thing down, it bites him right on the arm.
"Evan, your fucking cat just bit me! I'm allergic to cats, you asshole." Evan simply just shrugs, waving goodbye to his cat as he shuts his door. "She's sassy, I guess."
Jack's about to reply, but then Alex cuts him off with another groan before yelling: "Can you two fucking lovebirds get in the god damn bus?" And, yeah, the first day of tour is always stressful.
***
Over the first few days of tour, Jack's behavior changes.
"Alex, did you get a new cologne by any chance?" Jack asks, sitting awfully close to Alex and leaning into him to smell him. Evan, who is currently sitting across from them on the opposite couch eyes them carefully, catching Alex's eyes to share a confused look.
"Nah, dude. Why?" Alex asks, shrugging Jack out of his personal space.
"Just wondering. You smell different."
"That might be due to the stink of him not showering in two days. Seriously, Alex, I'm running low on candles to cover up that stench," Rian interrupts as he walks into the lounge, sitting next to Evan and ripping the remote controller out of the poor guy's grip.
"Hey, I was watching tha-"
"I refuse to watch anymore of these stupid documentaries on the science channel. Seriously, Alex, take a fucking shower."
It ends with both Alex and Evan muttering a 'fuck you' in Rian's direction. Then, just to be a dick, Alex adds: "Listen bro, sorry Cassadee isn't here to make you any sandwiches." Then he laughs at his own joke, which is sort of pathetic, but Jack thinks it's really fuckin' adorable actually.
"I have to go call Ashley," Evan mumbles, standing up and trying to find a way around Jack, who's taking up most of the walking space trying to resist Alex's attempts to push him away. His behavior is most definitely strange, and that's saying a lot for Jack.
***
As much as the others accuse him of acting stranger than usual over the course of the first week on tour, Jack doesn't see a change in himself at all. Nope. Okay, so maybe he gets hard whenever Alex walks by. Maybe it's the smell of his new cologne (which Alex still denies that he got), or the way he bends over to tie his Converse, or the way he gets all sweaty after playing a show. Maybe Jack totally has the hots for his best friend slash bandmate. It's peculiar, really, how the thought of large boobs, or groupies with extremely short skirts don't even get the slightest reaction out of him yet when he sees Alex doing the simplest of tasks (let's use this morning as an example, Alex made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich...) and, oh hello, up comes 'little' Jack. It's really not fair, and if it weren't for Jack having to live up to the expectations of normally being such a hyper, happy man, he would be crying like a bitch in his bunk while grinding against the mattress for some relief.
He can't explain what's happening to his body, honestly, but he just wants it to stop.
***
musicinmyears17: @JackAllTimeLow come outside! ur fans in line want 2 meet you!!
Cold was never something that Jack Barakat fared with very well. Most times, he dreaded leaving the warm yet slightly uncomfortable confines of his bunk. Oddly enough, ever since he developed this...illness (for lack of a better word), the cold helped him to bring down the intensity of this...burning desire inside of him. With that being said, it did not decrease by much, but certainly enough for Jack to be actually able to handle it.
So, whenever there's an opportunity to go outside where it's and talk to the fans, of course Jack takes it.
Talking to fans definitely takes Jack's mind off of many things, including a certain Alex Gaskarth, who decided that walking around the bus in boxers this morning was a great idea. While he is certain that a couple of girls could see his erection, even though he's wearing skinny jeans, nobody even utters a word about it. He's pretty sure that by the end of the night, though, there will be some outrageous story going around on Tumblr about the existence of Jalex, and there will most definitely be some new story on All Time Boners about Alex riding Jack in the back lounge. Which, he admits, isn't such a horrible thought at the moment.
He stays outside for a good hour, and there are only about thirteen people in line at the moment, so he gets to talk to all of them individually. He learns their names (and he was just being polite, because honestly, he's not going to remember them tomorrow.) and he receives presents in the form of cookies, brownies, Cheez-itz, and countless other goodies. He loves All Time Low fans, he really does, and it really upsets him sometimes that he can't talk to them without being mobbed by 50 other girls. If he could, he would have conversations with all of them individually. But then, he remembers, that's what this tour is for. His internal conflict is then settled.
With one last hug for each of them and a couple of pictures here and there, Jack makes his way back to the tour bus, arms full of food, and has to literally kick the door in order to get somebody to open it.
By the time he gets in the bus, he realizes that he never actually learns which one musicinmyears17 is.
***
The heat on the tour bus is turned up all the way, which Jack usually never complains about, especially in the fall, but he can feel it, crawling up and under his skin, his whole body beginning to tingle. At first, the feeling was easy to ignore, but as the days go by, it's becoming unbearable. Deciding to give his right hand a break, Jack flips over onto his stomach and begins to rotate his hips down against the mattress of the bunk.
Pretty soon, the grinding that Jack's doing escalates, and he began to rut against the mattress with all the force he can muster up. Sure, it isn't as good as if he had, say, Alex Gaskarth under his body to help him, but it still feels pretty damn good.
With that image of Alex in mind, Jack closes his eyes to let his imagination take him even further. He can almost feel the older boy underneath him, bucking his hips up against Jack's leg that's inbetween his thighs. His swollen red lips are parted, just enough for Jack to press his own lips against, sneaking his tongue through to dominate over Alex's.
"Jack," the other boy whispers, causing Jack to moan loudly, now frantically rutting his hips downward in his last attempt to send him over the edge. It works, and Jack can feel himself slowly coming undone, not realizing that he's chanting "Alex, Alex, Alex," as he's coming down from the high of his orgasm.
That is, until a certain Rian Dawson walks casually toward Jack's bunk saying "Moan any louder and Canada will fucking hear you."
They're in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
Jack considers a comeback of "that's highly unlikely, you jackass," but he's just thankful that Rian isn't giving him shit for moaning Alex's name.
***
The next week they actually are in Canada, and Jack is grateful for this because it's cold. This is when he decides he really likes Canada. Canada is nice.
Also, no citizens in Canada complain about about hearing Jack moans from last week, and then Jack's happy because Rian was wrong about that. Or maybe Rian was just kidding about that. Either way, he's really happy. Did he mention that he abso-fucking-lutely loves Canada? Well, he does.
While in Canada, not only do they play a kickass show, but a new member joins the crew to work under Evan's wing. Sure, he's already been hired through e-mail and the boys have known about him since before the tour, but it's the first time they all meet the boy face-to-face. His name's Gabe, and he's sort of an adorably awkward boy who tends to bite on his lip ring one too many times. He gets really flustered around Alex, which nobody really notices (except Jack, who just seems to notice everything about or having to do with the older man), and he's always tripping over something, or sometimes even nothing at all.
He's sort of strange at first, but Jack likes strange, therefore he likes this new Gabe fellow.
***
After two days, they're back in the States and thank god, really, because everyone has been going crazy without their phones. Jack seems to be the only sane one (only under the phone circumstances. He's had other things on his mind...).
Once they're in New York, they meet up with a band called Before You Exit. They're all really nice kids, ages ranging from fifteen to seventeen. They're really talented for their age, more talented than All Time Low was, Jack thinks. Those old, unreleased demos from "back in the day" still make Jack want to chop his own dick off.
Okay, well, he's just really looking for an excuse to chop his dick off at the moment because, come on, he's had atleast five orgasms since he woke up and he's still hard. Maybe listening to those old demos will do him some good.
The blonde boy in the band, Connor is his name, has his girlfriend on tour with him. She's an adorable girl named Lina, and Jack thinks they're perfect for eachother. They're sweet enough to put even Willy Wonka in a sugar coma, really. He also thinks seventeen is too young for a girlfriend, but then he remembers that one, he got laid more times than he can count by the age of seventeen and two, he's really starting to sound like his grandfather. He's only twenty three, he's not ready for Depends for Men quite yet.
That night, All Time Low plays a fantastic show and Jack's happy. The only part about it he isn't particularly fond of is when Alex tells the crowd that he and Jack are secretly fucking and that Jack likes to tie Alex up to the bed and ravish him. Jack secretly wonders that whole night if Alex can really read minds or if the older boy was just joking about that last week. He expresses his fears to Evan, who very simply laughs in his face and calls Rian to laugh with him.
Also on that night, Jack gets very, very wasted and tells Zack countless times that he loves him like a brother so, so much. He also gets Zack's girlfriend, Reina, on the phone and tells her how lucky she is to have a man like Zack. She laughs, but completely agrees with him.
Jack completely avoids Alex that night, which is good, because drunk Jack means horny Jack.
He gets good use out of his own right hand that night.
***
It's only week three into the tour, and everyone finally seems to be getting comfortable with one another. The Before You Exit kids always seem to be on the bus with them, which Jack can't complain about because that means he cannot get drunk and do something very, very stupid.
Then there's Gabe, who gets along with everyone, but something about Alex just makes him really nervous. Jack notices this, because every single time he and Alex come into contact, Gabe becomes a stuttering mess. He's not exactly doing a wonderful job at hiding it, either.
It's only about 6:30 in the evening when Gabe rushes onto the bus, already yelling about something. "Evan!" he calls out, skipping the first two steps of the bus and almost tripping. Almost. "It wasn't me! It was Vinny!"
"Hey, he's not in here. Anything you need help with?" Alex asks, and Gabe raises his head up, looking like he's about to go into shock.
"Um, Gabe?" And yeah, Gabe would be lying if he attempts to say that he isn't freaking out when he realizes that Alex knows his name...even though he's been living with the band on tour ever since he was picked up in Canada, thanks to Evan Kirkendall.
"Uh, question!" Gabe blurts out, finally finding his voice in the midst of his awe by just simply staring at the beautiful six foot tall God in front of him. Said god nods his head slowly, as if to encourage him to elaborate more on his exclamation.
Jack tries to hold back his laughter as he watches the scene unfold. It would just be horrible to laugh at Gabe.
"A um, a question for Evan. I have one...but it looks like he's not here, like you said before. So, I have to go," he's talking quickly, his own words flowing into the other, which makes it seem like he's not even getting any real words out. He then turns around, rushing off the bus in order to prevent further embarrassment.
"He's fuckin' weird," Alex says with a tiny laugh as he sits down on the couch across from Jack. Jack's fidgeting in his seat, clearly uncomfortable now that they're alone again. "Speaking of weird, what the fuck's up with you?"
"Why would anything be wrong with me?"
"We haven't talked at all in like, I don't know, a week. I miss you, bro. Just talk to me."
Jack's face softens at Alex's confession of missing him. Of course Alex misses him, they're the equivalent to brothers. Except...Jack doesn't have a crush on Joe. That would be really fucking weird.
"I know, I know, I'm just confused right now. Sorry for taking it out on you."
"Hug it out?" Jack really, really wants to say no due to the growing problem in his lower half, but Alex is already standing up with his arms outstretched and he's pouting...oh dear God, not the pout. Jack can't say no to the pout. So, he stands up and hugs Alex, but he's sure to keep his lower half away, officially making this hug the most awkward hug in the history of ever. He figures it can't get much more awkward, but then Alex is pulling him closer and, oh no, shit just hit the fan.
"Jack?" Alex questions, but Jack's already backing up, looking at Alex with wide eyes. "Hey, it's alright-"
"I have to go," Jack interrupts him, scurrying off the bus.
***
He spends two whole days avoiding Alex, and the stage banter isn't up to par in those two days. Feelings suck. Jack really misses his best friend.
"I say you should just suck it up and tell him," Rian says, out of the blue, as they sit at the pathetic excuse for a kitchen table. Really, it just folds down from the couch, and it's entirely too small, and it just sucks.
"Excuse me?" Jack asks after almost choking on his cereal.
"Jack, you're a fucking pussy."
"You've had a foul mouth lately."
"Stop trying to change the subject."
"Hey, we ran out of peanut butter."
"Seriously, Jack, don't test me."
"We're almost out of milk too. Do you need some more candles? There's a Yankee Candle shop down the street..."
"Alex!" Rian calls out, and Alex approaches from the back lounge as Jack is attempting to commit murder against Rian using his mind powers. "Jack has to talk to you." And before Jack can kill him, Rian's out the door.
Well, shit. Rian is really a huge, flaming sack of shit that should be slapped thoroughly. Jack briefly considers throwing his toothbrush in the woods. Would that be too cruel...?
Jack turns around, and Alex is just standing there, expectant.
"I...I'm sorry."
Alex raises his eyebrows, his smirk slowly appearing on his face. "Do you like me?"
Jack normally doesn't blush, but god damnit, it's like all the blood is rushing toward his cheeks. Some of it is rushing toward his dick, though, but that's because Alex is only like, a foot away from him now.
"Do you, Jack?" Alex asks again, leaning forward, just enough so Jack can feel the older man's breath against his lips. "I see you staring at me, Jack. I see the way your eyes widen whenever I'm walking around in my boxers. Why do you think I've taken such a liking to only wearing my boxers?" By now, Alex is straddling Jack, his breath hitting Jack's ear and sending chill after chill down his spine. "Do you want me?" All Alex simply does is bite Jack's earlobe, and Jack lets out a shaky breath and a moan following right after.
Jack gulps loudly, and Alex smirks, then leans back, and finally presses his lips against Jack's in a soft but demanding kiss. Jack has spent almost four weeks waiting for this moment, so he isn't going to pass it up now. He instantly brings his hands up to Alex's head, one cupping his cheek while the other pulls Alex's head closer. Jack's tongue, not one to play games, licks along Alex's bottom lip asking for entrance, which of course is granted, and he feels like a kid in a candy store.
Alex lets him run his tongue over everything, just moaning each time Jack's tongue grazed against his own. When Jack is certain he's got Alex's mouth memorized, he lets Alex take control as their tongues mesh together, giving Jack a wonderful feeling, yet leaving him wanting more.
Kissing Alex is fantastic, but so is getting Alex off.
Jack pulls away, lifting Alex off of his lap and down on the couch so he can crawl over him. It's nice like this, having all the control. Alex spreads his legs, which looks really, really hot, but Jack can only imagine what it'll look like when they've got no clothes on. He's already kneeling between Alex's legs and leaning down to kiss him, so he'll have to save that image for another time; he only wants his mind on the Alex that's right here, right now.
Jack pushes his hips down and Alex breaks away from the kiss in order to moan very, very loudly. Jack loves that sound, he fucking loves it so much. That might be his favorite sound in the world. He does it again, and Alex is arching up, his head sinking down into the couch and exposing his throat.
"Fuck Jack," Alex moans out, and nevermind, that is Jack's favorite sound. He loves listening to it up close as he's lightly biting on Alex's Adam's Apple.
Alex then wraps his legs around Jack's back, and holy shit Batman, everything is starting to feel so much better with Alex even closer. Even through clothing, this is better than Jack using his right hand (and occasionally his left hand. He doesn't want to discriminate against his poor left hand.). Alex looking all sweaty and flushed is even better than the Alex he had conjured up in his mind while doing the dirty, dirty deed with his right hand. Fuck...his lips, the way his mouth falls open into a perfect 'O' each time Jack pushes down...Jack is practically in love with it.
Oh, God, the L word. After four weeks of pining after Alex, Jack's now positive that he's in a very intense like with the older boy.
While he's in his deep trance, Jack fails to notice that Alex is even remotely close to coming, but the high pitched "hhnng" and "uhn, uhn" noises that Alex is making certainly tells him now that one more push and he's done for. Jack grinds down hard, really hard, and then he can feel the way Alex grips on to his arms tightly, and the noises he's making as he's coming are a godsend to Jack. This moment is perfect. He never wants to forget it as long as he lives.
With one more press of his hips, Jack's also coming apart, resting his forehead against Alex's chest as he shakes from his orgasm.
Alex just runs his hands through Jack's hair as they both calm down, and then Jack is pressing sweet, small kisses to Alex's neck, trailing them all the way up to Alex lips.
"Thank you," he mumbled against them, and Alex just hums in recognition. They lay for a couple minutes , and Jack listens as Alex's breathing evens out, meaning he's fallen asleep, and pretty soon Jack falls asleep too.
***
"Poke me one more time, Kirkendall, and you'll regret it," is the first thing Jack hears as soon as he wakes up. There's quite an impressive amount of saliva that he has left on Alex's shirt. He turns his head to see Evan with a sheepish look on his face, and Gabe is standing behind him looking quite upset.
"But...soundcheck," Evan says helplessly, and Alex sighs loudly. "We'll be there in five minutes."
That seems to satisfy Evan, as he and Gabe then leave the bus. Jack sits up and stretches his arms up high, because oh lord, sleeping in that position really isn't too good for his back.
"So I guess we need to talk, huh?" And at those words, Jack's heart drops. His face, he can feel, instantly drains from all color and he feels like he's going to puke in about threw point five seconds. Alex, obviously seeing Jack's reaction, shakes his head quickly and places his hands in Jack's. "No, Jack, don't worry. I just want to know...what exactly are we?"
Jack's got this problem, where he gets really nervous and starts panicking and rambling. "We're us! We're Jack and Alex! I mean, shit, you weren't looking for that sort of answer, were you? I mean, well-"
Alex laughs softly and shakes his head. "No, Jack. Breathe for a second."
Jack listens to him and takes a deep breath. "I really like you, Alex. Like, a lot..."
"That's all I need to hear," Alex says softly, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to Jack's lips. "I like you a lot too."
***
There's a whole week that passes by with a blur. Every chance the two get, one of them can be found with their pants down around their ankles while the other one gets them off frantically. Seriously, ask Zack, who has made it a mission to NEVER EVER go into the back lounge of the bus ever again. Atleast until they get completely new couches. Or, you know, a whole new bus.
He's seriously terrified that they did some sort of sexual act on their kitchen "table"...because, aw come on, he eats his waffles there!
Jack doesn't get it, I mean, it's not like they actually have sex, they just perform acts of sexual nature. And it so totally isn't fair, because Alex is holding out until the next hotel night but if he bends over any more at the show tonight, Jack will seriously fuck him right there. On stage.
As long as Alex never stops giving him wonderful blowjobs, he'll be forever happy.
"Alex, oh my god," Jack moans, arching his back up as he throws his head backwards. Alex, who claims to have never given a blow job before (which he totally has, just like that new cologne he bought. What a liar.), is letting Jack basically fuck his mouth while he swirls his tongue around Jack's dick. Jack's sort of terrified to look down right now...if he does, he knows he's going to come. The sight of Alex's lips stretched around his dick, his eyelashes fluttering closed every two seconds...even thinking about it makes him really fucking close. He tightens his fingers in Alex's hair, which is the only way he'll be able to warn him now, because he's getting the blowjob of the century by his really hot boyfriend. Do you really think he's able to form a coherent sentence at the moment?
Alex stills Jack's hips in order to take more control over this. He goes down as far as he can go without gagging, and then, on his way up, he hollows his cheeks out and Jack fucking loves when he hollows his cheeks out because it feels so god damn good. And then Alex lifts his head in order to suck around the head of Jack's dick and yup, now he's coming. Alex swallows it like a pro, makes sure he gets every last bit before crawling back up and attaching his mouth to Jack's in a heated kiss. Jack moans, because he can taste himself in Alex's mouth and it's really, really sexy actually.
"You are the best boyfriend ever," Jack tells him and Alex laughs, a lot.
"You just like me because I give good head."
Jack shrugs. "That's one of the reasons," he tells him, and Alex makes this slightly offended face where he squints his eyes and scrunches his nose up and it's honestly the cutest thing Jack has ever seen. He'd take that over an adorable puppy anyway.
"It's good to know that you just want me for sex," Alex finally says, defeated. Jack can still see a hint of a smile on the older boy's face.
"No, I really just want you because you are the world's most adorable person, seriously," Jack says and kisses the tip of Alex's nose. Alex beams at him and gives him a quick peck on the lips and then gets up. Oh no, it's 3:30, time for soundcheck.
"I'll pay you back later for that blowjob later," Jack tells him, and Alex just smiles at him and nods. Over the past week, they've learned that Jack's mouth was practically made for giving head.
That night, after the show, Jack does pay him back for that promise, and Alex's moans tell Jack that he really, really, really enjoys it.
***
Honestly, though, Jack can't even remember the rest of the week. All it is is a mixture of blowjobs and handjobs.
That hotel night really can't come any sooner.
***
Morning head is definitely one of Jack's favorite activities. Granted he's never received it before this morning, but it's totally his new favorite activity. Even though he and Alex just started dating like, a couple of days ago, Jack definitely never wants to stop having any type of sex. Ever.
Seriously, he can go on stage while inside.of Alex and he'll still be able to play guitar like a pro. Okay, well, maybe he'd mess up on a couple of notes...he's never been too great at guitar anyways. Maybe he'll even sign for fans while having sex with Alex. It may be hard a hard feat to fuck the other boy while signing posters because, hello, shaky hands, but he's definitely up for the challenge.
But seriously, morning head. Jack definetly loves waking up to Alex sucking his dick. The way his tongue swirls around the he-
"Oh, god, Alex, I'm so close," Jack moans out, his hands gripping Alex's hair tightly. Alex lowers his head down again and does this thing where he hollows his cheeks and, yeah, Jack's coming. He would usually be ashamed at how little time it takes him to come, but he can't even find himself caring. After all, his dick was just in Alex's mouth and Alex swallowed everything. He's the best boyfriend ever. Jack loves being Gaskarthsexual.
"My boyfriend is a total sex addict," Jack mutters as Alex crawls back up to him and ticks himself at Jack's side.
"You love it," Alex whispered, his finger tips lightly running up and down Jack's arm.
"I'm really not complaining," Jack told him, closing his eyes and just soaking in the feeling of Alex, and being close to Alex. "I'm sort of addicted to you, if you haven't noticed."
"We have a hotel night tonight," Alex casually brings up, and Jack's eyes basically pop out of his sockets. He literally cannot wait. "What's this?" Alex asks, his fingertips stopping over a bump in Jack's arm. Jack lifts his head to look down at it, and sure enough, it's the spot where Evan's sassy cat bit him when they had to go pick Evan up of the first day of tour.
"Evan's cat bit me." It's like Jack realizes exactly what he means when he says it. Fuck, a cat bit him.
Obviously it explains his own behavior, and the fact that his stupid fucking erection never goes down. The last time a cat bit Jack, he was fifteen years old. Let's just say his right hand was used more in the span of two weeks than used in a regular month. Also, he had "fallen in love" with some girl who just let him have sex with her all the time.
Fuck.
"Jack, what's wrong?"
Jack musters up the best smile he can and leans his head down to kiss Alex lightly on the lips. "Nothing at all. What do you say we go to sleep for a couple more hours?"
Alex just smiled lazily and snuggles even closer to him. "Sounds like a plan."
Jack is so thoroughly fucking fucked, and not even in a good way.
***
"Please Alex, I need it," Jack whines as Alex pushes him down on the hotel bed. He can feel his shirt being taken off, but the feeling of Alex's hand rubbing down on his crotch is just completely overpowering anything else right now.
He is so, so desperate.
It's their first night in a hotel room together, and they both plan to make the most of it. Before he knows it, he's naked and Alex is wrapping his long, callousy fingers around his dick. It's such a nice sensation, but it's really not helping to satisfy this fire that Jack has burning through him. Alex is naked too, Jack didn't even realize it, and it's the first time he actually gets to see his boyfriend completely naked and completely vulnerable.
Alex lays down on top of him, rolling his hips as he attaches his own lips to Jack's in a hot, open-mouthed kiss.
"I need more," Jack whimpers and Alex nods, reaching over to the nightstand and grabbing the bottle of lube.
"I'll do all the work, baby," Alex says in a low voice, his lube-coated fingers reaching behind his own body so he can stretch himself. Jack watches as his face contortd from mild discomfort to pleasure in about five seconds. He's never realized it before, but his boyfriend's blissed out face is totally the hottest thing in the world. He just wants to take a picture of it and jerk off to it every night...that's stupid, though, because he has the real thing.
"I'm ready," Alex tells him, grabbing the bottle of lube once more so he can coat Jack's dick it. He pours a generous amount of lube on, fists up and down Jack's cock a couple more times, and now he's ready to go.
Alex gets to his knees in order to wobble his way toward Jack and over his dick, and arranging body parts and limbs is sort if difficult and awkward at first, but it's so worth it when Alex starts to sink down onto Jack's erection.
"It's been a while," Alex admits with a small laugh, and the thought of who else? crosses Jack's mind for a second, but Alex is just so tight and oh my god, Jack is going to die. He knows it. His dick is just going to explode because this feels so good and then he's just going to melt into a puddle.
How embarrassing that would be, Jack's family having to pour him into a plastic bag and not a coffin after he's dead since he's a puddle and not a solid human being.
But then Alex clenches around him and any thoughts about plastic bags and puddles are out the window. He's still pretty sure that he is going to explode and die though. It should be illegal for anything to feel this good.
Alex, by now, is moving up and down on Jack's dick and it feels fucking fantastic. Alex's hands are on the headboard for support while Jack's hands are holding on tight to Alex's sides. His fingers are digging into the skin, and Jack is positive there will be a bruise there by tomorrow morning. Alex seems to be completely fine with that, though, because he's bouncing in Jack's lap, moaning like a porn star, so Jack presses his fingers in even more. He needs something to remember this night by, to let him know it wasn't just some crazy wet dream.
"Stop thinking," Alex tells him and stops moving completely. Jack whines, pushing his hips up, trying to get himself deeper inside Alex. "Seriously, Jack, stop thinking. I want to make you feel good," he says and leans forward to give Jack a soft kiss on the lips.
And it kills Jack to know that all of these feelings that are rushing through his body might not even be one hundred percent real. Thanks to that fucking cat.
Fuck it, Jack thinks as he tilts his head back. Even if it's only for tonight, all Jack wants to do is enjoy it. So he clears his mind and feels as Alex begins moving again, up and down, up and down, up and down, until they set up the same quick rhythm that they had before - Jack pushing up as Alex bounces back down and so on. And it still feels so, so good that it's unreal. Jack's expecting to wake up at any moment.
The noises Alex is making, though, makes Jack open his eyes again and pulls him away from his thoughts once more. His hair is sticking to his face, and his swollen, red lips are, once again, open in a perfect 'o'. His eyes are moving rapidly behind his eyelids, and his head is tilted back just enough for Jack to lean forward and bite lightly on Alex's Adam's Apple. He knows that's Alex's favorite spot, so he gives it as much attention as possible, listening to the "uhn uhn" noises Alex is making as he rides them both closer to climax.
"Come on, Alex, come for me," Jack orders, punctuating this with a hard thrust upwards. He watches as Alex's eyes screen shut, and with a long and loud "Jack!", he comes without Jack even touching him. Jack waits for a couple seconds as the orgasm rips through Alex's body, and then as soon as Alex nods, he flips them over and Alex spreads his legs as far as he can go while Jack thrusts into him as hard as he can. Alex is still moaning and shaking and clenching down around Jack, and the younger boy knows that it's mostly because Alex is starting to feel sensitive, but he's just so close that he can't help it any longer. An animalistic growl rips through him and with one more thrust that practically shakes the bed, Jack's coming inside of Alex, filling him up. He collapses on top of the younger boy, both trying to catch their breath.
"Can we do that every day?" Alex asks with a small, breathless laugh, and Jack can't do anything but nod.
***
The next morning Jack feels different. Not different in the sense of "I am a ball of fucking sunshine. I just got laid!" but more like he's feeling guilty. Like he used Alex.
Sure, he knows there are feelings. There are so many more feelings than being in like with Alex, and Jack can't help but file them all under the large category of love. But this is how he felt last time he had gotten bitten by some stupid cat, with whatsherface, and it just turned out his feelings went to shit after the infection healed.
He doesn't want that with Alex.
Alex has a right to know.
So that's why Jack's sitting on their hotel bed (yes, the one they had sex on the previous night...but Jack cannot, under any circumstances think about that now) with Alex sitting across from him. He's got his hands in his lap, and he keeps looking down at the and fidgeting nervously. He's scared, so scared.
"Alex, I want you to know that I never had any intention of using you for sex. Never in my life would I do that to you. I need to end this, though, before it gets taken any further." If Alex wasn't confused before, then be certainly is now.
"Do you remember that time, in tenth grade, when I had that girlfriend who I was practically in love with?"
Alex narrows his eyes, but nods. "Haley Winters. I was really jealous of her," he admits, and that confession makes this ten times harder than it really is on Jack.
"Well, it turns out I wasn't, well, in love with her at all. I needed...sex. Oh my god, I am so embarrassed."
"Jack, just spit it out. If you're breaking up with me, I don't want to fucking prolong it."
"I'm allergic to cats, and when Evan's cat bit me, I became sort of addicted...to you. To sex, with you." And really, it sounds so much more fucked up when Jack actually verbalizes what's happening.
"So you used me," Alex says flatly, and when Jack looks up, he sees no emotion in Alex's face.
"Alex, I'm sor-"
"Don't you even finish that fucking sentence, Barakat," Alex hisses, getting up from the bed and rushing to put all his belongings in his suitcase. "I've been in love with you since the ninth grade, did you know that? I had to be there by your side every single time you broke up with a girlfriend, every single time your parents screamed at you and told you this band wouldn't make it, every single time you came to my house at three in the morning high as a fucking kite. This is how you pay me back? You're a real great best fucking friend, Jack. I honestly never want to speak to you again." The way Alex's voice cracks at the last sentence is what kills Jack, it actually brings a tear to his eyes as he watches Alex storm out of the hotel room.
Jack Barakat: world's biggest fuck up at your service!
***
A week goes by, and it seems like everyone on the entire tour knows what's up. Jack figures this out by the way they're all glaring at him. Even Lina, who could be described as not having a mean bone in her body, sends dirty looks his way every chance she gets. Everyone here is Team Alex, and the sad thing is is that Jack is also rooting for Alex in this war because, seriously, Jack's such an asshole.
Well, maybe not everyone. There's Gabe and his best friend Loz, who joined the tour to help Gabe get over his heartbreak over Alex Gaskarth. She's a cool girl. She's got a steady head between her shoulders, and the only person she doesn't seem to like on the whole tour is Nano Tiserra because, come on. How can you even enjoy being around Nano? That's irrelevant, though. I digress...
He's realizing that maybe he made a mistake (no, he's not just realizing that using Alex is a mistake because, duh, how stupid do you think he is?). He's getting more and more miserable as each day passes, and that never happened with Haley Fall. Or was it Winters? He doesn't fucking care, honestly, he just knows that her last name was one of the four seasons.
Maybe he actually is in love with Alex. The L word is quite possibly the most terrifying thing to ever appear in Jack's slightly large head, but he's coming to terms that he's in love with Alex...and then, all of a sudden, the L word isn't entirely so scary anymore.
What really confirms his feelings for Alex are these two girls he meets while doing his daily meet and greet in the line in the morning somewhere in Arkansas.
He's actually surprised that they're playing a show in Arkansas, since the one girl, Anna her name is, tells Jack that nobody ever comes to Arkansas. What surprises him even more is the fact that tonight is a sold out show...in Arkansas.
The other girl, who's name is Stacey, is quite comical, really. The first thing she says to Jack when he takes off his sunglasses is "wow, you look like shit." But Jack really isn't offended by it, he's actually really appreciative of her bluntness, and decides to tell her that there should be more people like her in the world. Maybe not in Arkansas, though, because Anna says it's really boring here.
"I've just been having some relationship problems," Jack says with a shrug, not even caring that he's speaking to two nineteen year old fans about his love life. They seem like sensible people. And quite honestly, Gabe and Loz have wonderful advice, but he isn't so sure he can stand to hear "Alex is like a platypus, he's a rare breed," from Gabe anymore, because, really...what the fuck does that even mean?
"Did you two break up?" Stacey asks, a her face softening as Jack nods sadly. "Well, clearly you need to get her back if you're this upset."
Jack almost wants to correct her and tell them that it's Alex, but hello, he doesn't know if they're the type of fans that write homoerotic fanfictions and post about Jalex on Tumblr.
And trust him, he's read slash fanfiction before. It's slightly scary, but a shit ton of hot.
"You think so?"
"We know so," Anna tells him with a huge, contagious smile, and Jack can't even help but to smile back.
"Well I'm gonna go, um, call her. I'll be back out later though. Seriously, guys, thank you," he tells them hurriedly, pulling them both in for a hug before running back toward the bus.
Fuck, Jack really, really loves his fans.
***
"Alex!" he calls out as soon as he gets on the bus. Almost everyone in sitting in the back lounge, all staring at Jack as he walks in. Well, fuck, this is really awkward.
"Get out," he tells them all as he widens his eyes, pointing his thumb behind him. None of them are even phased by Jack's order, and they just all go back to chatting idly about tonight's show. Alex isn't even looking at him, he's engrossed in a conversation with Rian, which obviously has to be centered around candles, and Alex looks bored out of his mind.
"Alex, come on, listen to me."
Alex doesn't even flinch. All he says is, "do you hear something?" and that's that.
"Fine. I know you can fucking hear me, and I'm just going to tell you anyway even though you're totally acting like an ignorant asshole while I'm trying to apologize for real this time. But it's okay, because I'm a pretty big asshole too since I failed to tell you that I'm in love with you. I, oh my god, I am so head over heels for you and I was afraid that what I was feeling wasn't real, because of Evan's fucking cat biting me," he then pauses to look pointedly at Evan, who sinks down in his seat, "but it is real. And subconsciously, I think I was trying to push you away because I knew it was real and it honestly scared the living shit out of me. No joke. I'm a really big asshole. Oh, come on, can you at least look at me?" Alex doesn't turn his head, so Jack walks over to him. "And if you'll take me back, I would really like to be your asshole."
Jack gingerly puts his hand under Alex's chin and turns Alex's head so they're making eye contact. Alex's eyes are watering slightly, and it makes Jack sigh in defeat because he's crying, and crying is a bad sign, right? But then Jack turns to leave and Alex's hand stops him, turning and spinning Jack around to be met by Alex's lips, and dear god, he missed those lips more than anything.
"I love you too, you asshole," Alex says through his tears, a small laugh making its way past Alex's lips as Jack wipes the tears away with his thumbs.
Everyone bursts into cheers, and Alex's cheeks turn an adorable shade of red and he just has to bury his face in the crook of Jack's neck while Jack sticks his middle finger up and directs it toward Evan.
"That's for your cat, fucker," he says and everyone except Evan (who pouts) laughs.
And yeah, it's sort of the most perfect moment ever because Jack is holding Alex really close while Alex is whispering "I love you" into Jack's shoulder.
Really, he couldn't ask for anything more.
Author: smilekid_xx
Pairing: Alex Gaskarth/Jack Barakat
Rating: NC-17
POV:Third Person
Summary: Jack gets bitten by Evan's cat, develops a crush on Alex, has a lot of sex with Alex, then falls in love. That's seriously the plot.
Disclaimer: none of this is true at all. i don't even think Jack is allergic to cats. title belongs to Panic at the Disco!
Author's Notes: so this fic is my baby. i've worked really really really really hard on this. it's a little over 8000 words, so consider me a little nervous. i really hope you guys love it though. and to all the people mentioned in this fic, you've inspired me to write. i love you all.
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The first day of tour's always stressful. Exciting, yet stressful. "Evan, just say goodbye to your god damn cat and get the fuck on the bus!" Alex yells as he and Jack stand outside and watch Evan cradle the cat in his arms, obviously whispering sweet nothings into the cat's ear.
"Jesus Christ, this is worse than when he was saying goodbye to Ashley," Jack mutters, stomping up to where Evan's standing in the doorway to his house. Jack grabs the cat, and before he can even put the damned thing down, it bites him right on the arm.
"Evan, your fucking cat just bit me! I'm allergic to cats, you asshole." Evan simply just shrugs, waving goodbye to his cat as he shuts his door. "She's sassy, I guess."
Jack's about to reply, but then Alex cuts him off with another groan before yelling: "Can you two fucking lovebirds get in the god damn bus?" And, yeah, the first day of tour is always stressful.
***
Over the first few days of tour, Jack's behavior changes.
"Alex, did you get a new cologne by any chance?" Jack asks, sitting awfully close to Alex and leaning into him to smell him. Evan, who is currently sitting across from them on the opposite couch eyes them carefully, catching Alex's eyes to share a confused look.
"Nah, dude. Why?" Alex asks, shrugging Jack out of his personal space.
"Just wondering. You smell different."
"That might be due to the stink of him not showering in two days. Seriously, Alex, I'm running low on candles to cover up that stench," Rian interrupts as he walks into the lounge, sitting next to Evan and ripping the remote controller out of the poor guy's grip.
"Hey, I was watching tha-"
"I refuse to watch anymore of these stupid documentaries on the science channel. Seriously, Alex, take a fucking shower."
It ends with both Alex and Evan muttering a 'fuck you' in Rian's direction. Then, just to be a dick, Alex adds: "Listen bro, sorry Cassadee isn't here to make you any sandwiches." Then he laughs at his own joke, which is sort of pathetic, but Jack thinks it's really fuckin' adorable actually.
"I have to go call Ashley," Evan mumbles, standing up and trying to find a way around Jack, who's taking up most of the walking space trying to resist Alex's attempts to push him away. His behavior is most definitely strange, and that's saying a lot for Jack.
***
As much as the others accuse him of acting stranger than usual over the course of the first week on tour, Jack doesn't see a change in himself at all. Nope. Okay, so maybe he gets hard whenever Alex walks by. Maybe it's the smell of his new cologne (which Alex still denies that he got), or the way he bends over to tie his Converse, or the way he gets all sweaty after playing a show. Maybe Jack totally has the hots for his best friend slash bandmate. It's peculiar, really, how the thought of large boobs, or groupies with extremely short skirts don't even get the slightest reaction out of him yet when he sees Alex doing the simplest of tasks (let's use this morning as an example, Alex made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich...) and, oh hello, up comes 'little' Jack. It's really not fair, and if it weren't for Jack having to live up to the expectations of normally being such a hyper, happy man, he would be crying like a bitch in his bunk while grinding against the mattress for some relief.
He can't explain what's happening to his body, honestly, but he just wants it to stop.
***
musicinmyears17: @JackAllTimeLow come outside! ur fans in line want 2 meet you!!
Cold was never something that Jack Barakat fared with very well. Most times, he dreaded leaving the warm yet slightly uncomfortable confines of his bunk. Oddly enough, ever since he developed this...illness (for lack of a better word), the cold helped him to bring down the intensity of this...burning desire inside of him. With that being said, it did not decrease by much, but certainly enough for Jack to be actually able to handle it.
So, whenever there's an opportunity to go outside where it's and talk to the fans, of course Jack takes it.
Talking to fans definitely takes Jack's mind off of many things, including a certain Alex Gaskarth, who decided that walking around the bus in boxers this morning was a great idea. While he is certain that a couple of girls could see his erection, even though he's wearing skinny jeans, nobody even utters a word about it. He's pretty sure that by the end of the night, though, there will be some outrageous story going around on Tumblr about the existence of Jalex, and there will most definitely be some new story on All Time Boners about Alex riding Jack in the back lounge. Which, he admits, isn't such a horrible thought at the moment.
He stays outside for a good hour, and there are only about thirteen people in line at the moment, so he gets to talk to all of them individually. He learns their names (and he was just being polite, because honestly, he's not going to remember them tomorrow.) and he receives presents in the form of cookies, brownies, Cheez-itz, and countless other goodies. He loves All Time Low fans, he really does, and it really upsets him sometimes that he can't talk to them without being mobbed by 50 other girls. If he could, he would have conversations with all of them individually. But then, he remembers, that's what this tour is for. His internal conflict is then settled.
With one last hug for each of them and a couple of pictures here and there, Jack makes his way back to the tour bus, arms full of food, and has to literally kick the door in order to get somebody to open it.
By the time he gets in the bus, he realizes that he never actually learns which one musicinmyears17 is.
***
The heat on the tour bus is turned up all the way, which Jack usually never complains about, especially in the fall, but he can feel it, crawling up and under his skin, his whole body beginning to tingle. At first, the feeling was easy to ignore, but as the days go by, it's becoming unbearable. Deciding to give his right hand a break, Jack flips over onto his stomach and begins to rotate his hips down against the mattress of the bunk.
Pretty soon, the grinding that Jack's doing escalates, and he began to rut against the mattress with all the force he can muster up. Sure, it isn't as good as if he had, say, Alex Gaskarth under his body to help him, but it still feels pretty damn good.
With that image of Alex in mind, Jack closes his eyes to let his imagination take him even further. He can almost feel the older boy underneath him, bucking his hips up against Jack's leg that's inbetween his thighs. His swollen red lips are parted, just enough for Jack to press his own lips against, sneaking his tongue through to dominate over Alex's.
"Jack," the other boy whispers, causing Jack to moan loudly, now frantically rutting his hips downward in his last attempt to send him over the edge. It works, and Jack can feel himself slowly coming undone, not realizing that he's chanting "Alex, Alex, Alex," as he's coming down from the high of his orgasm.
That is, until a certain Rian Dawson walks casually toward Jack's bunk saying "Moan any louder and Canada will fucking hear you."
They're in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
Jack considers a comeback of "that's highly unlikely, you jackass," but he's just thankful that Rian isn't giving him shit for moaning Alex's name.
***
The next week they actually are in Canada, and Jack is grateful for this because it's cold. This is when he decides he really likes Canada. Canada is nice.
Also, no citizens in Canada complain about about hearing Jack moans from last week, and then Jack's happy because Rian was wrong about that. Or maybe Rian was just kidding about that. Either way, he's really happy. Did he mention that he abso-fucking-lutely loves Canada? Well, he does.
While in Canada, not only do they play a kickass show, but a new member joins the crew to work under Evan's wing. Sure, he's already been hired through e-mail and the boys have known about him since before the tour, but it's the first time they all meet the boy face-to-face. His name's Gabe, and he's sort of an adorably awkward boy who tends to bite on his lip ring one too many times. He gets really flustered around Alex, which nobody really notices (except Jack, who just seems to notice everything about or having to do with the older man), and he's always tripping over something, or sometimes even nothing at all.
He's sort of strange at first, but Jack likes strange, therefore he likes this new Gabe fellow.
***
After two days, they're back in the States and thank god, really, because everyone has been going crazy without their phones. Jack seems to be the only sane one (only under the phone circumstances. He's had other things on his mind...).
Once they're in New York, they meet up with a band called Before You Exit. They're all really nice kids, ages ranging from fifteen to seventeen. They're really talented for their age, more talented than All Time Low was, Jack thinks. Those old, unreleased demos from "back in the day" still make Jack want to chop his own dick off.
Okay, well, he's just really looking for an excuse to chop his dick off at the moment because, come on, he's had atleast five orgasms since he woke up and he's still hard. Maybe listening to those old demos will do him some good.
The blonde boy in the band, Connor is his name, has his girlfriend on tour with him. She's an adorable girl named Lina, and Jack thinks they're perfect for eachother. They're sweet enough to put even Willy Wonka in a sugar coma, really. He also thinks seventeen is too young for a girlfriend, but then he remembers that one, he got laid more times than he can count by the age of seventeen and two, he's really starting to sound like his grandfather. He's only twenty three, he's not ready for Depends for Men quite yet.
That night, All Time Low plays a fantastic show and Jack's happy. The only part about it he isn't particularly fond of is when Alex tells the crowd that he and Jack are secretly fucking and that Jack likes to tie Alex up to the bed and ravish him. Jack secretly wonders that whole night if Alex can really read minds or if the older boy was just joking about that last week. He expresses his fears to Evan, who very simply laughs in his face and calls Rian to laugh with him.
Also on that night, Jack gets very, very wasted and tells Zack countless times that he loves him like a brother so, so much. He also gets Zack's girlfriend, Reina, on the phone and tells her how lucky she is to have a man like Zack. She laughs, but completely agrees with him.
Jack completely avoids Alex that night, which is good, because drunk Jack means horny Jack.
He gets good use out of his own right hand that night.
***
It's only week three into the tour, and everyone finally seems to be getting comfortable with one another. The Before You Exit kids always seem to be on the bus with them, which Jack can't complain about because that means he cannot get drunk and do something very, very stupid.
Then there's Gabe, who gets along with everyone, but something about Alex just makes him really nervous. Jack notices this, because every single time he and Alex come into contact, Gabe becomes a stuttering mess. He's not exactly doing a wonderful job at hiding it, either.
It's only about 6:30 in the evening when Gabe rushes onto the bus, already yelling about something. "Evan!" he calls out, skipping the first two steps of the bus and almost tripping. Almost. "It wasn't me! It was Vinny!"
"Hey, he's not in here. Anything you need help with?" Alex asks, and Gabe raises his head up, looking like he's about to go into shock.
"Um, Gabe?" And yeah, Gabe would be lying if he attempts to say that he isn't freaking out when he realizes that Alex knows his name...even though he's been living with the band on tour ever since he was picked up in Canada, thanks to Evan Kirkendall.
"Uh, question!" Gabe blurts out, finally finding his voice in the midst of his awe by just simply staring at the beautiful six foot tall God in front of him. Said god nods his head slowly, as if to encourage him to elaborate more on his exclamation.
Jack tries to hold back his laughter as he watches the scene unfold. It would just be horrible to laugh at Gabe.
"A um, a question for Evan. I have one...but it looks like he's not here, like you said before. So, I have to go," he's talking quickly, his own words flowing into the other, which makes it seem like he's not even getting any real words out. He then turns around, rushing off the bus in order to prevent further embarrassment.
"He's fuckin' weird," Alex says with a tiny laugh as he sits down on the couch across from Jack. Jack's fidgeting in his seat, clearly uncomfortable now that they're alone again. "Speaking of weird, what the fuck's up with you?"
"Why would anything be wrong with me?"
"We haven't talked at all in like, I don't know, a week. I miss you, bro. Just talk to me."
Jack's face softens at Alex's confession of missing him. Of course Alex misses him, they're the equivalent to brothers. Except...Jack doesn't have a crush on Joe. That would be really fucking weird.
"I know, I know, I'm just confused right now. Sorry for taking it out on you."
"Hug it out?" Jack really, really wants to say no due to the growing problem in his lower half, but Alex is already standing up with his arms outstretched and he's pouting...oh dear God, not the pout. Jack can't say no to the pout. So, he stands up and hugs Alex, but he's sure to keep his lower half away, officially making this hug the most awkward hug in the history of ever. He figures it can't get much more awkward, but then Alex is pulling him closer and, oh no, shit just hit the fan.
"Jack?" Alex questions, but Jack's already backing up, looking at Alex with wide eyes. "Hey, it's alright-"
"I have to go," Jack interrupts him, scurrying off the bus.
***
He spends two whole days avoiding Alex, and the stage banter isn't up to par in those two days. Feelings suck. Jack really misses his best friend.
"I say you should just suck it up and tell him," Rian says, out of the blue, as they sit at the pathetic excuse for a kitchen table. Really, it just folds down from the couch, and it's entirely too small, and it just sucks.
"Excuse me?" Jack asks after almost choking on his cereal.
"Jack, you're a fucking pussy."
"You've had a foul mouth lately."
"Stop trying to change the subject."
"Hey, we ran out of peanut butter."
"Seriously, Jack, don't test me."
"We're almost out of milk too. Do you need some more candles? There's a Yankee Candle shop down the street..."
"Alex!" Rian calls out, and Alex approaches from the back lounge as Jack is attempting to commit murder against Rian using his mind powers. "Jack has to talk to you." And before Jack can kill him, Rian's out the door.
Well, shit. Rian is really a huge, flaming sack of shit that should be slapped thoroughly. Jack briefly considers throwing his toothbrush in the woods. Would that be too cruel...?
Jack turns around, and Alex is just standing there, expectant.
"I...I'm sorry."
Alex raises his eyebrows, his smirk slowly appearing on his face. "Do you like me?"
Jack normally doesn't blush, but god damnit, it's like all the blood is rushing toward his cheeks. Some of it is rushing toward his dick, though, but that's because Alex is only like, a foot away from him now.
"Do you, Jack?" Alex asks again, leaning forward, just enough so Jack can feel the older man's breath against his lips. "I see you staring at me, Jack. I see the way your eyes widen whenever I'm walking around in my boxers. Why do you think I've taken such a liking to only wearing my boxers?" By now, Alex is straddling Jack, his breath hitting Jack's ear and sending chill after chill down his spine. "Do you want me?" All Alex simply does is bite Jack's earlobe, and Jack lets out a shaky breath and a moan following right after.
Jack gulps loudly, and Alex smirks, then leans back, and finally presses his lips against Jack's in a soft but demanding kiss. Jack has spent almost four weeks waiting for this moment, so he isn't going to pass it up now. He instantly brings his hands up to Alex's head, one cupping his cheek while the other pulls Alex's head closer. Jack's tongue, not one to play games, licks along Alex's bottom lip asking for entrance, which of course is granted, and he feels like a kid in a candy store.
Alex lets him run his tongue over everything, just moaning each time Jack's tongue grazed against his own. When Jack is certain he's got Alex's mouth memorized, he lets Alex take control as their tongues mesh together, giving Jack a wonderful feeling, yet leaving him wanting more.
Kissing Alex is fantastic, but so is getting Alex off.
Jack pulls away, lifting Alex off of his lap and down on the couch so he can crawl over him. It's nice like this, having all the control. Alex spreads his legs, which looks really, really hot, but Jack can only imagine what it'll look like when they've got no clothes on. He's already kneeling between Alex's legs and leaning down to kiss him, so he'll have to save that image for another time; he only wants his mind on the Alex that's right here, right now.
Jack pushes his hips down and Alex breaks away from the kiss in order to moan very, very loudly. Jack loves that sound, he fucking loves it so much. That might be his favorite sound in the world. He does it again, and Alex is arching up, his head sinking down into the couch and exposing his throat.
"Fuck Jack," Alex moans out, and nevermind, that is Jack's favorite sound. He loves listening to it up close as he's lightly biting on Alex's Adam's Apple.
Alex then wraps his legs around Jack's back, and holy shit Batman, everything is starting to feel so much better with Alex even closer. Even through clothing, this is better than Jack using his right hand (and occasionally his left hand. He doesn't want to discriminate against his poor left hand.). Alex looking all sweaty and flushed is even better than the Alex he had conjured up in his mind while doing the dirty, dirty deed with his right hand. Fuck...his lips, the way his mouth falls open into a perfect 'O' each time Jack pushes down...Jack is practically in love with it.
Oh, God, the L word. After four weeks of pining after Alex, Jack's now positive that he's in a very intense like with the older boy.
While he's in his deep trance, Jack fails to notice that Alex is even remotely close to coming, but the high pitched "hhnng" and "uhn, uhn" noises that Alex is making certainly tells him now that one more push and he's done for. Jack grinds down hard, really hard, and then he can feel the way Alex grips on to his arms tightly, and the noises he's making as he's coming are a godsend to Jack. This moment is perfect. He never wants to forget it as long as he lives.
With one more press of his hips, Jack's also coming apart, resting his forehead against Alex's chest as he shakes from his orgasm.
Alex just runs his hands through Jack's hair as they both calm down, and then Jack is pressing sweet, small kisses to Alex's neck, trailing them all the way up to Alex lips.
"Thank you," he mumbled against them, and Alex just hums in recognition. They lay for a couple minutes , and Jack listens as Alex's breathing evens out, meaning he's fallen asleep, and pretty soon Jack falls asleep too.
***
"Poke me one more time, Kirkendall, and you'll regret it," is the first thing Jack hears as soon as he wakes up. There's quite an impressive amount of saliva that he has left on Alex's shirt. He turns his head to see Evan with a sheepish look on his face, and Gabe is standing behind him looking quite upset.
"But...soundcheck," Evan says helplessly, and Alex sighs loudly. "We'll be there in five minutes."
That seems to satisfy Evan, as he and Gabe then leave the bus. Jack sits up and stretches his arms up high, because oh lord, sleeping in that position really isn't too good for his back.
"So I guess we need to talk, huh?" And at those words, Jack's heart drops. His face, he can feel, instantly drains from all color and he feels like he's going to puke in about threw point five seconds. Alex, obviously seeing Jack's reaction, shakes his head quickly and places his hands in Jack's. "No, Jack, don't worry. I just want to know...what exactly are we?"
Jack's got this problem, where he gets really nervous and starts panicking and rambling. "We're us! We're Jack and Alex! I mean, shit, you weren't looking for that sort of answer, were you? I mean, well-"
Alex laughs softly and shakes his head. "No, Jack. Breathe for a second."
Jack listens to him and takes a deep breath. "I really like you, Alex. Like, a lot..."
"That's all I need to hear," Alex says softly, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to Jack's lips. "I like you a lot too."
***
There's a whole week that passes by with a blur. Every chance the two get, one of them can be found with their pants down around their ankles while the other one gets them off frantically. Seriously, ask Zack, who has made it a mission to NEVER EVER go into the back lounge of the bus ever again. Atleast until they get completely new couches. Or, you know, a whole new bus.
He's seriously terrified that they did some sort of sexual act on their kitchen "table"...because, aw come on, he eats his waffles there!
Jack doesn't get it, I mean, it's not like they actually have sex, they just perform acts of sexual nature. And it so totally isn't fair, because Alex is holding out until the next hotel night but if he bends over any more at the show tonight, Jack will seriously fuck him right there. On stage.
As long as Alex never stops giving him wonderful blowjobs, he'll be forever happy.
"Alex, oh my god," Jack moans, arching his back up as he throws his head backwards. Alex, who claims to have never given a blow job before (which he totally has, just like that new cologne he bought. What a liar.), is letting Jack basically fuck his mouth while he swirls his tongue around Jack's dick. Jack's sort of terrified to look down right now...if he does, he knows he's going to come. The sight of Alex's lips stretched around his dick, his eyelashes fluttering closed every two seconds...even thinking about it makes him really fucking close. He tightens his fingers in Alex's hair, which is the only way he'll be able to warn him now, because he's getting the blowjob of the century by his really hot boyfriend. Do you really think he's able to form a coherent sentence at the moment?
Alex stills Jack's hips in order to take more control over this. He goes down as far as he can go without gagging, and then, on his way up, he hollows his cheeks out and Jack fucking loves when he hollows his cheeks out because it feels so god damn good. And then Alex lifts his head in order to suck around the head of Jack's dick and yup, now he's coming. Alex swallows it like a pro, makes sure he gets every last bit before crawling back up and attaching his mouth to Jack's in a heated kiss. Jack moans, because he can taste himself in Alex's mouth and it's really, really sexy actually.
"You are the best boyfriend ever," Jack tells him and Alex laughs, a lot.
"You just like me because I give good head."
Jack shrugs. "That's one of the reasons," he tells him, and Alex makes this slightly offended face where he squints his eyes and scrunches his nose up and it's honestly the cutest thing Jack has ever seen. He'd take that over an adorable puppy anyway.
"It's good to know that you just want me for sex," Alex finally says, defeated. Jack can still see a hint of a smile on the older boy's face.
"No, I really just want you because you are the world's most adorable person, seriously," Jack says and kisses the tip of Alex's nose. Alex beams at him and gives him a quick peck on the lips and then gets up. Oh no, it's 3:30, time for soundcheck.
"I'll pay you back later for that blowjob later," Jack tells him, and Alex just smiles at him and nods. Over the past week, they've learned that Jack's mouth was practically made for giving head.
That night, after the show, Jack does pay him back for that promise, and Alex's moans tell Jack that he really, really, really enjoys it.
***
Honestly, though, Jack can't even remember the rest of the week. All it is is a mixture of blowjobs and handjobs.
That hotel night really can't come any sooner.
***
Morning head is definitely one of Jack's favorite activities. Granted he's never received it before this morning, but it's totally his new favorite activity. Even though he and Alex just started dating like, a couple of days ago, Jack definitely never wants to stop having any type of sex. Ever.
Seriously, he can go on stage while inside.of Alex and he'll still be able to play guitar like a pro. Okay, well, maybe he'd mess up on a couple of notes...he's never been too great at guitar anyways. Maybe he'll even sign for fans while having sex with Alex. It may be hard a hard feat to fuck the other boy while signing posters because, hello, shaky hands, but he's definitely up for the challenge.
But seriously, morning head. Jack definetly loves waking up to Alex sucking his dick. The way his tongue swirls around the he-
"Oh, god, Alex, I'm so close," Jack moans out, his hands gripping Alex's hair tightly. Alex lowers his head down again and does this thing where he hollows his cheeks and, yeah, Jack's coming. He would usually be ashamed at how little time it takes him to come, but he can't even find himself caring. After all, his dick was just in Alex's mouth and Alex swallowed everything. He's the best boyfriend ever. Jack loves being Gaskarthsexual.
"My boyfriend is a total sex addict," Jack mutters as Alex crawls back up to him and ticks himself at Jack's side.
"You love it," Alex whispered, his finger tips lightly running up and down Jack's arm.
"I'm really not complaining," Jack told him, closing his eyes and just soaking in the feeling of Alex, and being close to Alex. "I'm sort of addicted to you, if you haven't noticed."
"We have a hotel night tonight," Alex casually brings up, and Jack's eyes basically pop out of his sockets. He literally cannot wait. "What's this?" Alex asks, his fingertips stopping over a bump in Jack's arm. Jack lifts his head to look down at it, and sure enough, it's the spot where Evan's sassy cat bit him when they had to go pick Evan up of the first day of tour.
"Evan's cat bit me." It's like Jack realizes exactly what he means when he says it. Fuck, a cat bit him.
Obviously it explains his own behavior, and the fact that his stupid fucking erection never goes down. The last time a cat bit Jack, he was fifteen years old. Let's just say his right hand was used more in the span of two weeks than used in a regular month. Also, he had "fallen in love" with some girl who just let him have sex with her all the time.
Fuck.
"Jack, what's wrong?"
Jack musters up the best smile he can and leans his head down to kiss Alex lightly on the lips. "Nothing at all. What do you say we go to sleep for a couple more hours?"
Alex just smiled lazily and snuggles even closer to him. "Sounds like a plan."
Jack is so thoroughly fucking fucked, and not even in a good way.
***
"Please Alex, I need it," Jack whines as Alex pushes him down on the hotel bed. He can feel his shirt being taken off, but the feeling of Alex's hand rubbing down on his crotch is just completely overpowering anything else right now.
He is so, so desperate.
It's their first night in a hotel room together, and they both plan to make the most of it. Before he knows it, he's naked and Alex is wrapping his long, callousy fingers around his dick. It's such a nice sensation, but it's really not helping to satisfy this fire that Jack has burning through him. Alex is naked too, Jack didn't even realize it, and it's the first time he actually gets to see his boyfriend completely naked and completely vulnerable.
Alex lays down on top of him, rolling his hips as he attaches his own lips to Jack's in a hot, open-mouthed kiss.
"I need more," Jack whimpers and Alex nods, reaching over to the nightstand and grabbing the bottle of lube.
"I'll do all the work, baby," Alex says in a low voice, his lube-coated fingers reaching behind his own body so he can stretch himself. Jack watches as his face contortd from mild discomfort to pleasure in about five seconds. He's never realized it before, but his boyfriend's blissed out face is totally the hottest thing in the world. He just wants to take a picture of it and jerk off to it every night...that's stupid, though, because he has the real thing.
"I'm ready," Alex tells him, grabbing the bottle of lube once more so he can coat Jack's dick it. He pours a generous amount of lube on, fists up and down Jack's cock a couple more times, and now he's ready to go.
Alex gets to his knees in order to wobble his way toward Jack and over his dick, and arranging body parts and limbs is sort if difficult and awkward at first, but it's so worth it when Alex starts to sink down onto Jack's erection.
"It's been a while," Alex admits with a small laugh, and the thought of who else? crosses Jack's mind for a second, but Alex is just so tight and oh my god, Jack is going to die. He knows it. His dick is just going to explode because this feels so good and then he's just going to melt into a puddle.
How embarrassing that would be, Jack's family having to pour him into a plastic bag and not a coffin after he's dead since he's a puddle and not a solid human being.
But then Alex clenches around him and any thoughts about plastic bags and puddles are out the window. He's still pretty sure that he is going to explode and die though. It should be illegal for anything to feel this good.
Alex, by now, is moving up and down on Jack's dick and it feels fucking fantastic. Alex's hands are on the headboard for support while Jack's hands are holding on tight to Alex's sides. His fingers are digging into the skin, and Jack is positive there will be a bruise there by tomorrow morning. Alex seems to be completely fine with that, though, because he's bouncing in Jack's lap, moaning like a porn star, so Jack presses his fingers in even more. He needs something to remember this night by, to let him know it wasn't just some crazy wet dream.
"Stop thinking," Alex tells him and stops moving completely. Jack whines, pushing his hips up, trying to get himself deeper inside Alex. "Seriously, Jack, stop thinking. I want to make you feel good," he says and leans forward to give Jack a soft kiss on the lips.
And it kills Jack to know that all of these feelings that are rushing through his body might not even be one hundred percent real. Thanks to that fucking cat.
Fuck it, Jack thinks as he tilts his head back. Even if it's only for tonight, all Jack wants to do is enjoy it. So he clears his mind and feels as Alex begins moving again, up and down, up and down, up and down, until they set up the same quick rhythm that they had before - Jack pushing up as Alex bounces back down and so on. And it still feels so, so good that it's unreal. Jack's expecting to wake up at any moment.
The noises Alex is making, though, makes Jack open his eyes again and pulls him away from his thoughts once more. His hair is sticking to his face, and his swollen, red lips are, once again, open in a perfect 'o'. His eyes are moving rapidly behind his eyelids, and his head is tilted back just enough for Jack to lean forward and bite lightly on Alex's Adam's Apple. He knows that's Alex's favorite spot, so he gives it as much attention as possible, listening to the "uhn uhn" noises Alex is making as he rides them both closer to climax.
"Come on, Alex, come for me," Jack orders, punctuating this with a hard thrust upwards. He watches as Alex's eyes screen shut, and with a long and loud "Jack!", he comes without Jack even touching him. Jack waits for a couple seconds as the orgasm rips through Alex's body, and then as soon as Alex nods, he flips them over and Alex spreads his legs as far as he can go while Jack thrusts into him as hard as he can. Alex is still moaning and shaking and clenching down around Jack, and the younger boy knows that it's mostly because Alex is starting to feel sensitive, but he's just so close that he can't help it any longer. An animalistic growl rips through him and with one more thrust that practically shakes the bed, Jack's coming inside of Alex, filling him up. He collapses on top of the younger boy, both trying to catch their breath.
"Can we do that every day?" Alex asks with a small, breathless laugh, and Jack can't do anything but nod.
***
The next morning Jack feels different. Not different in the sense of "I am a ball of fucking sunshine. I just got laid!" but more like he's feeling guilty. Like he used Alex.
Sure, he knows there are feelings. There are so many more feelings than being in like with Alex, and Jack can't help but file them all under the large category of love. But this is how he felt last time he had gotten bitten by some stupid cat, with whatsherface, and it just turned out his feelings went to shit after the infection healed.
He doesn't want that with Alex.
Alex has a right to know.
So that's why Jack's sitting on their hotel bed (yes, the one they had sex on the previous night...but Jack cannot, under any circumstances think about that now) with Alex sitting across from him. He's got his hands in his lap, and he keeps looking down at the and fidgeting nervously. He's scared, so scared.
"Alex, I want you to know that I never had any intention of using you for sex. Never in my life would I do that to you. I need to end this, though, before it gets taken any further." If Alex wasn't confused before, then be certainly is now.
"Do you remember that time, in tenth grade, when I had that girlfriend who I was practically in love with?"
Alex narrows his eyes, but nods. "Haley Winters. I was really jealous of her," he admits, and that confession makes this ten times harder than it really is on Jack.
"Well, it turns out I wasn't, well, in love with her at all. I needed...sex. Oh my god, I am so embarrassed."
"Jack, just spit it out. If you're breaking up with me, I don't want to fucking prolong it."
"I'm allergic to cats, and when Evan's cat bit me, I became sort of addicted...to you. To sex, with you." And really, it sounds so much more fucked up when Jack actually verbalizes what's happening.
"So you used me," Alex says flatly, and when Jack looks up, he sees no emotion in Alex's face.
"Alex, I'm sor-"
"Don't you even finish that fucking sentence, Barakat," Alex hisses, getting up from the bed and rushing to put all his belongings in his suitcase. "I've been in love with you since the ninth grade, did you know that? I had to be there by your side every single time you broke up with a girlfriend, every single time your parents screamed at you and told you this band wouldn't make it, every single time you came to my house at three in the morning high as a fucking kite. This is how you pay me back? You're a real great best fucking friend, Jack. I honestly never want to speak to you again." The way Alex's voice cracks at the last sentence is what kills Jack, it actually brings a tear to his eyes as he watches Alex storm out of the hotel room.
Jack Barakat: world's biggest fuck up at your service!
***
A week goes by, and it seems like everyone on the entire tour knows what's up. Jack figures this out by the way they're all glaring at him. Even Lina, who could be described as not having a mean bone in her body, sends dirty looks his way every chance she gets. Everyone here is Team Alex, and the sad thing is is that Jack is also rooting for Alex in this war because, seriously, Jack's such an asshole.
Well, maybe not everyone. There's Gabe and his best friend Loz, who joined the tour to help Gabe get over his heartbreak over Alex Gaskarth. She's a cool girl. She's got a steady head between her shoulders, and the only person she doesn't seem to like on the whole tour is Nano Tiserra because, come on. How can you even enjoy being around Nano? That's irrelevant, though. I digress...
He's realizing that maybe he made a mistake (no, he's not just realizing that using Alex is a mistake because, duh, how stupid do you think he is?). He's getting more and more miserable as each day passes, and that never happened with Haley Fall. Or was it Winters? He doesn't fucking care, honestly, he just knows that her last name was one of the four seasons.
Maybe he actually is in love with Alex. The L word is quite possibly the most terrifying thing to ever appear in Jack's slightly large head, but he's coming to terms that he's in love with Alex...and then, all of a sudden, the L word isn't entirely so scary anymore.
What really confirms his feelings for Alex are these two girls he meets while doing his daily meet and greet in the line in the morning somewhere in Arkansas.
He's actually surprised that they're playing a show in Arkansas, since the one girl, Anna her name is, tells Jack that nobody ever comes to Arkansas. What surprises him even more is the fact that tonight is a sold out show...in Arkansas.
The other girl, who's name is Stacey, is quite comical, really. The first thing she says to Jack when he takes off his sunglasses is "wow, you look like shit." But Jack really isn't offended by it, he's actually really appreciative of her bluntness, and decides to tell her that there should be more people like her in the world. Maybe not in Arkansas, though, because Anna says it's really boring here.
"I've just been having some relationship problems," Jack says with a shrug, not even caring that he's speaking to two nineteen year old fans about his love life. They seem like sensible people. And quite honestly, Gabe and Loz have wonderful advice, but he isn't so sure he can stand to hear "Alex is like a platypus, he's a rare breed," from Gabe anymore, because, really...what the fuck does that even mean?
"Did you two break up?" Stacey asks, a her face softening as Jack nods sadly. "Well, clearly you need to get her back if you're this upset."
Jack almost wants to correct her and tell them that it's Alex, but hello, he doesn't know if they're the type of fans that write homoerotic fanfictions and post about Jalex on Tumblr.
And trust him, he's read slash fanfiction before. It's slightly scary, but a shit ton of hot.
"You think so?"
"We know so," Anna tells him with a huge, contagious smile, and Jack can't even help but to smile back.
"Well I'm gonna go, um, call her. I'll be back out later though. Seriously, guys, thank you," he tells them hurriedly, pulling them both in for a hug before running back toward the bus.
Fuck, Jack really, really loves his fans.
***
"Alex!" he calls out as soon as he gets on the bus. Almost everyone in sitting in the back lounge, all staring at Jack as he walks in. Well, fuck, this is really awkward.
"Get out," he tells them all as he widens his eyes, pointing his thumb behind him. None of them are even phased by Jack's order, and they just all go back to chatting idly about tonight's show. Alex isn't even looking at him, he's engrossed in a conversation with Rian, which obviously has to be centered around candles, and Alex looks bored out of his mind.
"Alex, come on, listen to me."
Alex doesn't even flinch. All he says is, "do you hear something?" and that's that.
"Fine. I know you can fucking hear me, and I'm just going to tell you anyway even though you're totally acting like an ignorant asshole while I'm trying to apologize for real this time. But it's okay, because I'm a pretty big asshole too since I failed to tell you that I'm in love with you. I, oh my god, I am so head over heels for you and I was afraid that what I was feeling wasn't real, because of Evan's fucking cat biting me," he then pauses to look pointedly at Evan, who sinks down in his seat, "but it is real. And subconsciously, I think I was trying to push you away because I knew it was real and it honestly scared the living shit out of me. No joke. I'm a really big asshole. Oh, come on, can you at least look at me?" Alex doesn't turn his head, so Jack walks over to him. "And if you'll take me back, I would really like to be your asshole."
Jack gingerly puts his hand under Alex's chin and turns Alex's head so they're making eye contact. Alex's eyes are watering slightly, and it makes Jack sigh in defeat because he's crying, and crying is a bad sign, right? But then Jack turns to leave and Alex's hand stops him, turning and spinning Jack around to be met by Alex's lips, and dear god, he missed those lips more than anything.
"I love you too, you asshole," Alex says through his tears, a small laugh making its way past Alex's lips as Jack wipes the tears away with his thumbs.
Everyone bursts into cheers, and Alex's cheeks turn an adorable shade of red and he just has to bury his face in the crook of Jack's neck while Jack sticks his middle finger up and directs it toward Evan.
"That's for your cat, fucker," he says and everyone except Evan (who pouts) laughs.
And yeah, it's sort of the most perfect moment ever because Jack is holding Alex really close while Alex is whispering "I love you" into Jack's shoulder.
Really, he couldn't ask for anything more.