Keeping This Up Could Be Dangerous (Seventy-One)
Title: Keeping This Up Could Be Dangerous
Author: Katie
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: NC-17
P.O.V.: Alex
Summary:Best friends Alex Gaskarth and Jack Barakat tell each other everything. At least, Alex thought they told each other everything. Jack has a secret, well three actually; 1. Jack is gay. 2. He is in love with his best friend. 3. He cuts.
Disclaimer: I don't own Jack, Alex, or anyone in the lovely band and crew that make up All Time Low. They all own each other. Amen.
turnthepageover.livejournal.com/15881.html - Masterpost. I fail at links. So that's the best I can do.
I turned on the burner to medium heat, putting a skillet onto the stove. I slid the broken up pieces of ground beef into it, moving them around and hearing the meat sizzle as it hit the hot surface. I continued to stir them around. I broke up larger pieces with the spatula, stirring around the meat until there was no pink left in the skillet. I turned it onto low, grabbing the jar of spaghetti sauce and pouring it over the meat. I stirred it around slightly before setting the spatula down and sidestepping to the counter. I grabbed a large bowl out of the cupboards, emptying a container of cottage cheese into it. I grabbed the bag of shredded mozzarella cheese, measuring out two cups of it and adding it to the bowl. I grabbed the egg carton, opening it and taking out to eggs. I cracked one, putting the contents into the bowl and repeating the process with the second. I poured ¼ cup of Parmesan cheese into the bowl, along with two teaspoons of dried parsley, adding salt and pepper as I felt it necessary. I stirred the sauce once more before turning the burner off.
I turned the oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit, allowing it to preheat. I took out a 9x13 inch backing dish, setting it on the counter next to be bowl. I measured out ¾ cup of the sauce and meat mixture, spreading it on the bottom of the dish. I took 3 lasagna noodles, placing them over the mixture. Then I measured out 1 ¾ cups of the cheese mixture, spreading it over the noodles. Then I took another ¼ of the sauce, spreading that over the cheese layer. I repeated this layering, then topped that with three noodles. I put the remaining sauce and cheese on top of it, adding water around the edges of the pan and then covering it with aluminum foil. I slid the dish into the oven, setting the timer for 45 minutes.
I brushed my hands off, stepping away from the oven and glancing down at Sebastian, who salivating all over himself.
“Hey, bud,” I said, laughing. “You want a treat?”
I opened up the cookie jar, taking a dog treat out of it. I tossed it to Baz, who crunched it noisily.
“Cute,” I said, wrinkling my nose and laughing. I looked at the clock, seeing it was about quarter to five. Jack would be coming in an hour or so. I decided to go upstairs and take a shower in order to get ready for our ‘date’. I walked down the hallway, turning to go up the stairs. I glanced back into the kitchen, seeing Sebastian curled up in front of the oven. I shook my head at the little dog, chuckling to myself.
I walked into my bathroom, taking my cell phone out of the pocket out of my sweatpants. I set it down on the counter, lifting my arms up and removing my t-shirt. I threw it into the hamper, reaching forward and grabbing my tooth brush out of the medicine cabinet. I put tooth paste on it, wetting it slightly before beginning to brush my teeth.
After I was done with that, I rinsed off my tooth brush, putting it back in it’s place. I stepped away from the counter, removing my sweatpants and boxers and putting them into the hamper also. I turned the shower on, testing it out to see how hot it was. I climbed in after deciding it was the perfect temperature. I spread shampoo through my hair, humming to myself slightly. I closed my eyes as I rinsed it out of my hair. I grabbed the conditioner, putting a bit in the palm of my hand and spreading it around. I let it sit in my hair, grabbing my loofah and lathering it up with soap. I washed my body off, rinsing the soap away when I was finished. I rinsed the conditioner out of my hair, turning the water off and stepping out. I grabbed my towel, quickly toweling off my hair before dropping the towel from it and wrapping it around my waist. I took my razor out, along with my shaving gel. I took the cap off the shaving gel, shaking it gently before squirting some into my hand. I spread it around my face and neck before picking my razor up. I used a slight pressure as I began shaving the side of my face. I rinsed off the razor after a few strokes, moving on to do another couple of strokes. I felt it knick a little on my chin, and I hissed. I rinsed the razor off, continuing on. After I was all done I cupped my hands under the cool water, rinsing off my face. I patted it dry with another towel, setting that towel down and moving to leave the bathroom.
I walked into my bedroom, grabbing my towel and rinsing myself off. I walked over to my closet, opening it and looking inside. I stood back, scanning the row of clothes and wrinkling my nose. I wanted to look sexy and cute for Jack. I stuck my hand out, grabbing a pair of dark denim, ultra skinny jeans and tossing them on the bed behind me. I looked through my shirts, picking out a light gray v-neck, along with a black vest. I took them out, carrying them over to my bed. I decided against underwear, knowing it would just be useless later. I picked up my jeans, pulling them up over my legs, hopping a little to get them up. I finally got them over my hips, tucking myself in a little to protect mini-Alex from the harsh teeth of my zipper. No one likes teeth on their dick. I buttoned and zipped them up. I grabbed my shirt, pulling it over my head. I grabbed the vest, putting it on over my shirt. I decided to go check on the lasagna before working on my hair.
I walked downstairs, the aroma of the lasagna hitting my nose as I reached the bottom step. It smelled absolutely delicious, and I grinned to myself. I walked into the kitchen, seeing there was about twenty minutes left on the timer. I turned on the oven light, peering in at it. It looked okay, wasn’t on fire, which was comforting to me. I patted Baz’s head, seeing him wag his tail.
“Daddy’s making Jack some yummy lasagna, but you can’t have any because you’ll throw up and/or poop on my carpet. And we can’t have that,” I told him.
I went back upstairs, plugging in my hairdryer and drying my hair. After I was finished drying it I plugged in my straightened, allowing it to heat up. I parted my hair, straightening it and styling it. Just as I finished I heard the timer go off. I unplugged my straightened, shutting off the light as I left the room and hurried downstairs. I turned off the timer, grabbing oven mitts to use to remove the dish. I carefully peeled off the aluminum foil, removing it from the top of the dish. I put it back in the oven, setting the timer for another ten minutes.
I moved the foil out of the way, grabbing the loaf of Italian bread I had bought earlier. I removed it from it’s packaging, setting it on the cutting board. I grabbed a knife, cutting the bread in half horizontally. I separated the two halves, lying them both so the inside was facing up. I grabbed a stick of butter from the fridge, popping it into the microwave for about twenty seconds to soften it. I grabbed a smaller bowl out of the cupboard, unwrapping the butter and placing it inside the bowl. I opened my spice cupboard, taking out a jar of garlic cloves. I took two out, screwing the lid of the jar back on and replacing it. I peeled the skin from the cloves before beginning to chop them up. I slid them into the bowl, adding a tablespoon of parsley. I mixed all the ingredients together until they were all blended. I took a knife, spreading the mixture over the two pieces of bread. I put them on a baking sheet, looking up at the timer and seeing there was four minutes left. I grabbed a bottle of red wine off the rack, looking it over and nodding my head. I took the cork screw out of the drawer, taking the cork off of the bottle. I set it on the corner, grabbing two glasses and setting them next to the bottle. I heard the timer go off for the lasagna, and I grabbed the oven mitts again, taking it out and setting it onto the stove top to cool. I slid the garlic bread into the oven, setting the timer for ten minutes once again.
As soon as I shut the oven door I heard the doorbell ring. I set my oven mitts down, turning around and walking towards the front door. I opened the door, seeing Jack’s smiling face on the other side.
“Hey, babe,” he said, kissing me gently. I pressed into the kiss, grabbing a hold of him and swirling my tongue against his. He pulled away after a second, holding up a single rose. I smiled, kissing his lips again before taking it from his hand.
“Aw, baby!” I exclaimed, twisting it in my fingers. “How beautiful.”
“Something smells good,” he told me, stepping inside and shutting the door. “What did you make?”
“Lasagna,” I informed him, and he cocked an eyebrow.
"You made lasagna?” he questioned, and I nodded.
“I may not brag about my cooking skills, but I’m actually a damn good cook,” I told him.
“Mm, can’t wait to try it,” he said, leaning down to kiss me again. I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling him back me into the wall. I sighed, raking my hand through his hair. His lips broke away from mine, trailing down my neck. I took a deep breathe as he began nibbling on my neck. My eyes fluttered, closing as I felt his hips press up against mine.
The timer for the garlic bread sounded, and I shook him off.
“I need to get the food,” I told him, walking towards the kitchen. I pulled the garlic bread out, grabbing a package of Parmesan cheese and sprinkling it over the top of it. I put it back in the oven, closing the door and feeling hands on my hips.
“I got a boy who can cook?” he asked, kissing my neck. “How lucky am I?”
“I don’t know,” I answered. “I guess that’s something you should remember.”
He kissed my shoulder, letting go of my hips and walking towards the counter. He stood next to me, leaning down and kissing me again.
“I love you. Please just drop it,” he said, before grabbing the wine glasses and the bottle. “Where are we eating?”
“The kitchen tab-” I paused, looking over at the broken table that was still in the corner. “Fuck. I forgot.”
Jack laughed, giving me a shit eating grin.
“We could, um… eat on the patio,” I told him.
“That’s fine,” Jack answered, walking out of the door and going to put the glasses and bottle down. I pulled the garlic bread out of the oven, setting it on the stove to cool. Jack came back inside as I grabbed two plates from my cupboard.
“Hungry?” I asked, handing him a plate.
“Starving,” he responded, taking it from me. He dished himself a large serving of lasagna, and I cut the bread. He took two pieces of bread, grabbing a fork and walking outside. I got my own food, walking outside to join him. I sat across from him, smiling. He took a bite, closing his eyes and groaning. “Mmmm, baby. This is so fucking good!”
“Really?” I asked, watching him dip the bread into the sauce. He took a bite, humming again.
“So is the bread. You made this all?” he asked.
“Yep,” I answered, taking a bite.
“Where’d you learn to cook like this?”
“My mom,” I told him. “And the woman that used to baby sit us. She was an old Italian woman, and I used to watch her in the kitchen, until she asked if I wanted to help her. So I did, and she taught me a lot of stuff.”
“That’s cool,” he told me.
“Save some room for dessert too,” I told him, and he raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, baby, I always have room for dessert,” he told me, winking, and I rolled my eyes.
“Not that kind of dessert,” I told him, shaking my head as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “You’re an idiot.”
***
“What are you making me?” Jack asked, swaying our hips together. He had already had half a bottle of wine, so I was really contemplating whether or not to give him his dessert. I shrugged, giggling as he kissed my neck.
“It’s called a Texas Tumbleweed,” I informed him.
“We drinking some Kahlua,” Jack said, giggling in my ear and wiggling his hips. He kissed that spot behind my ear, making my hand shake and almost causing me to drop the ice cream. I scooped out three scoops into the blender. I added a shot of Vodka, a shot of Kahlua, and a shot of Crème de Cacao. I added a little milk before putting the top on the blender. I blended it together until it was smooth and creamy. I poured it into a tall glass, grabbing the special alcohol infused whipped cream off the counter. I shook it, filling the top up with whipped cream. I sprinkled chocolate sprinkles on it, turning around and handing it to my boyfriend. “I need a straw.”
I opened my drawer, taking out a crazy straw and sticking it in his cup. He took a sip, groaning.
“Yum,” he said, letting the straw break contact with him lips with a ‘pop’. He leaned forward to kiss me, and I dodged it.
“I wanna make my own drink,” I told him, and he pouted. I made a drink of my own, putting the top on the blender and blending it together. Jack put one hand on my hips, grinding against my ass and he drank is drink. I ignored him, rolling my eyes. Jack was like a big dog that was always in heat. I poured myself a glass, grabbing the whipped cream and topping it off with sprinkles. I grabbed my own straw, sticking it into the cup.
I watched Jack stick his tongue out, licking the whipped cream off the straw in a seductive manner. I laughed at him, sipping my drink.
“Is that supposed to turn me on? You look like you’re in pain,” I told him.
“Oh really? Then show me how it’s done,” he said, raising an eyebrow in a challenging manner.
“Okay,” I said. I dipped my finger into the drink, collecting whipped cream onto it. I looked Jack through my eyelashes as I licked my finger up towards the tip. Then I widened my mouth, sinking it down over my entire finger and closing it. I pulled my finger out of my mouth slowly, closing my eyes and moaning. I opened my eyes, seeing Jack’s eyes blown wide.
“Tha-that’s not fair. You’re a whore,” he said, and I laughed.
“I used to be a whore,” I corrected, kissing his lips gently. “I’m all yours now.”
“Can you be all mine over there on the couch? ‘Cause I don’t think my drunk ass can make it up your stairs,” he told me, and I laughed.
“Yes, we can,” I answered.
I followed behind him, sipping my drink as we went.
“Can we watch porn?” he asked, grabbing for my controller.
“No,” I answered, eating some of the whipped cream off the top of my drink. I looked up when I heard cheesy music, glaring at Jack. “Did you really just buy a porno?!”
“No,” he said, staring at me innocently as he sucked more of his drink up.
“Jack! You’re gay! You don’t even like boobs! Why do you wanna watch huge fake ones?!”
“I’m drunk?” he answered, licking whipped cream off of his straw.
“My mom pays for this, you jack ass,” I told him, and he giggled. I grabbed a pillow, smacking him in the head.
“How about,” he started, setting his drink down and taking my empty glass my hands. “I make it up to you by blowing you while you watch big bouncy boobs?”
“No, that would not make it up to me,” I told him.
“Can I do it anyway?”
I laughed, shaking my head. “I guess so.”
He got down on his knees in front of me, pushing my shirt up and kissed down my happy trail. He attached his lips to my stomach, sucking and nibbling on it as his fingers drunkenly worked on my jeans. I gasped, feeling him leave a sloppy hickey before moving his mouth down. He finally got my jeans undone, and I arched my back, allowing him to pull my jeans off. He tugged, but the tight jeans weren’t bugging.
“Suck it in!” he yelled, yanking and pulling. I tried wiggling my hips to help him, and he finally got them off. He also went flying back and hit his head on the table.
I couldn’t help myself from laughing. I cracked up, keening forward. He sat up, frowning and rubbing his head.
“Ow,” he whined.
“I’m s-sorry, babe. But that was fucking funny,” I told him through my laughter.
“I’m glad that amused you,” he told me, crawling back towards me. He began kissing my thigh, sucking on it slightly. I felt my erection growing, and I ran my fingers through his black and blonde hair.
“Mm, babe,” I hummed, tugging on it gently. I felt his lips part, and he took me into his mouth. He sucked roughly, swirling his tongue and making my toes curl. “O-oh Jack.”
I let my head fall back, feeling him continue to suck and lick. I sighed, feeling him pulling off and suck on the head, tonguing my slit. I groaned low in my throat, feeling him take me in again. He sucked once and then... nothing.
I heard heavy breathing, and I looked down to see Jack asleep, lips still wrapped around my dick. I stared in disbelief, trying to decide whether or not to be evil and fuck the shit out of his mouth, or to be nice and just jerk off to the cheesy porn playing on my television. I sighed, grabbing Jack’s head and taking his mouth from my dick before he was able to choke on it. He laid down on the floor, curling up and I shook my head, knowing there was no way I could lift him.
I laid back, looking at the screen to see two girls going down on each other. I grabbed a hold of my dick, using Jack’s spit as lube, and began jerking off.
Author: Katie
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: NC-17
P.O.V.: Alex
Summary:Best friends Alex Gaskarth and Jack Barakat tell each other everything. At least, Alex thought they told each other everything. Jack has a secret, well three actually; 1. Jack is gay. 2. He is in love with his best friend. 3. He cuts.
Disclaimer: I don't own Jack, Alex, or anyone in the lovely band and crew that make up All Time Low. They all own each other. Amen.
turnthepageover.livejournal.com/15881.html - Masterpost. I fail at links. So that's the best I can do.
I turned on the burner to medium heat, putting a skillet onto the stove. I slid the broken up pieces of ground beef into it, moving them around and hearing the meat sizzle as it hit the hot surface. I continued to stir them around. I broke up larger pieces with the spatula, stirring around the meat until there was no pink left in the skillet. I turned it onto low, grabbing the jar of spaghetti sauce and pouring it over the meat. I stirred it around slightly before setting the spatula down and sidestepping to the counter. I grabbed a large bowl out of the cupboards, emptying a container of cottage cheese into it. I grabbed the bag of shredded mozzarella cheese, measuring out two cups of it and adding it to the bowl. I grabbed the egg carton, opening it and taking out to eggs. I cracked one, putting the contents into the bowl and repeating the process with the second. I poured ¼ cup of Parmesan cheese into the bowl, along with two teaspoons of dried parsley, adding salt and pepper as I felt it necessary. I stirred the sauce once more before turning the burner off.
I turned the oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit, allowing it to preheat. I took out a 9x13 inch backing dish, setting it on the counter next to be bowl. I measured out ¾ cup of the sauce and meat mixture, spreading it on the bottom of the dish. I took 3 lasagna noodles, placing them over the mixture. Then I measured out 1 ¾ cups of the cheese mixture, spreading it over the noodles. Then I took another ¼ of the sauce, spreading that over the cheese layer. I repeated this layering, then topped that with three noodles. I put the remaining sauce and cheese on top of it, adding water around the edges of the pan and then covering it with aluminum foil. I slid the dish into the oven, setting the timer for 45 minutes.
I brushed my hands off, stepping away from the oven and glancing down at Sebastian, who salivating all over himself.
“Hey, bud,” I said, laughing. “You want a treat?”
I opened up the cookie jar, taking a dog treat out of it. I tossed it to Baz, who crunched it noisily.
“Cute,” I said, wrinkling my nose and laughing. I looked at the clock, seeing it was about quarter to five. Jack would be coming in an hour or so. I decided to go upstairs and take a shower in order to get ready for our ‘date’. I walked down the hallway, turning to go up the stairs. I glanced back into the kitchen, seeing Sebastian curled up in front of the oven. I shook my head at the little dog, chuckling to myself.
I walked into my bathroom, taking my cell phone out of the pocket out of my sweatpants. I set it down on the counter, lifting my arms up and removing my t-shirt. I threw it into the hamper, reaching forward and grabbing my tooth brush out of the medicine cabinet. I put tooth paste on it, wetting it slightly before beginning to brush my teeth.
After I was done with that, I rinsed off my tooth brush, putting it back in it’s place. I stepped away from the counter, removing my sweatpants and boxers and putting them into the hamper also. I turned the shower on, testing it out to see how hot it was. I climbed in after deciding it was the perfect temperature. I spread shampoo through my hair, humming to myself slightly. I closed my eyes as I rinsed it out of my hair. I grabbed the conditioner, putting a bit in the palm of my hand and spreading it around. I let it sit in my hair, grabbing my loofah and lathering it up with soap. I washed my body off, rinsing the soap away when I was finished. I rinsed the conditioner out of my hair, turning the water off and stepping out. I grabbed my towel, quickly toweling off my hair before dropping the towel from it and wrapping it around my waist. I took my razor out, along with my shaving gel. I took the cap off the shaving gel, shaking it gently before squirting some into my hand. I spread it around my face and neck before picking my razor up. I used a slight pressure as I began shaving the side of my face. I rinsed off the razor after a few strokes, moving on to do another couple of strokes. I felt it knick a little on my chin, and I hissed. I rinsed the razor off, continuing on. After I was all done I cupped my hands under the cool water, rinsing off my face. I patted it dry with another towel, setting that towel down and moving to leave the bathroom.
I walked into my bedroom, grabbing my towel and rinsing myself off. I walked over to my closet, opening it and looking inside. I stood back, scanning the row of clothes and wrinkling my nose. I wanted to look sexy and cute for Jack. I stuck my hand out, grabbing a pair of dark denim, ultra skinny jeans and tossing them on the bed behind me. I looked through my shirts, picking out a light gray v-neck, along with a black vest. I took them out, carrying them over to my bed. I decided against underwear, knowing it would just be useless later. I picked up my jeans, pulling them up over my legs, hopping a little to get them up. I finally got them over my hips, tucking myself in a little to protect mini-Alex from the harsh teeth of my zipper. No one likes teeth on their dick. I buttoned and zipped them up. I grabbed my shirt, pulling it over my head. I grabbed the vest, putting it on over my shirt. I decided to go check on the lasagna before working on my hair.
I walked downstairs, the aroma of the lasagna hitting my nose as I reached the bottom step. It smelled absolutely delicious, and I grinned to myself. I walked into the kitchen, seeing there was about twenty minutes left on the timer. I turned on the oven light, peering in at it. It looked okay, wasn’t on fire, which was comforting to me. I patted Baz’s head, seeing him wag his tail.
“Daddy’s making Jack some yummy lasagna, but you can’t have any because you’ll throw up and/or poop on my carpet. And we can’t have that,” I told him.
I went back upstairs, plugging in my hairdryer and drying my hair. After I was finished drying it I plugged in my straightened, allowing it to heat up. I parted my hair, straightening it and styling it. Just as I finished I heard the timer go off. I unplugged my straightened, shutting off the light as I left the room and hurried downstairs. I turned off the timer, grabbing oven mitts to use to remove the dish. I carefully peeled off the aluminum foil, removing it from the top of the dish. I put it back in the oven, setting the timer for another ten minutes.
I moved the foil out of the way, grabbing the loaf of Italian bread I had bought earlier. I removed it from it’s packaging, setting it on the cutting board. I grabbed a knife, cutting the bread in half horizontally. I separated the two halves, lying them both so the inside was facing up. I grabbed a stick of butter from the fridge, popping it into the microwave for about twenty seconds to soften it. I grabbed a smaller bowl out of the cupboard, unwrapping the butter and placing it inside the bowl. I opened my spice cupboard, taking out a jar of garlic cloves. I took two out, screwing the lid of the jar back on and replacing it. I peeled the skin from the cloves before beginning to chop them up. I slid them into the bowl, adding a tablespoon of parsley. I mixed all the ingredients together until they were all blended. I took a knife, spreading the mixture over the two pieces of bread. I put them on a baking sheet, looking up at the timer and seeing there was four minutes left. I grabbed a bottle of red wine off the rack, looking it over and nodding my head. I took the cork screw out of the drawer, taking the cork off of the bottle. I set it on the corner, grabbing two glasses and setting them next to the bottle. I heard the timer go off for the lasagna, and I grabbed the oven mitts again, taking it out and setting it onto the stove top to cool. I slid the garlic bread into the oven, setting the timer for ten minutes once again.
As soon as I shut the oven door I heard the doorbell ring. I set my oven mitts down, turning around and walking towards the front door. I opened the door, seeing Jack’s smiling face on the other side.
“Hey, babe,” he said, kissing me gently. I pressed into the kiss, grabbing a hold of him and swirling my tongue against his. He pulled away after a second, holding up a single rose. I smiled, kissing his lips again before taking it from his hand.
“Aw, baby!” I exclaimed, twisting it in my fingers. “How beautiful.”
“Something smells good,” he told me, stepping inside and shutting the door. “What did you make?”
“Lasagna,” I informed him, and he cocked an eyebrow.
"You made lasagna?” he questioned, and I nodded.
“I may not brag about my cooking skills, but I’m actually a damn good cook,” I told him.
“Mm, can’t wait to try it,” he said, leaning down to kiss me again. I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling him back me into the wall. I sighed, raking my hand through his hair. His lips broke away from mine, trailing down my neck. I took a deep breathe as he began nibbling on my neck. My eyes fluttered, closing as I felt his hips press up against mine.
The timer for the garlic bread sounded, and I shook him off.
“I need to get the food,” I told him, walking towards the kitchen. I pulled the garlic bread out, grabbing a package of Parmesan cheese and sprinkling it over the top of it. I put it back in the oven, closing the door and feeling hands on my hips.
“I got a boy who can cook?” he asked, kissing my neck. “How lucky am I?”
“I don’t know,” I answered. “I guess that’s something you should remember.”
He kissed my shoulder, letting go of my hips and walking towards the counter. He stood next to me, leaning down and kissing me again.
“I love you. Please just drop it,” he said, before grabbing the wine glasses and the bottle. “Where are we eating?”
“The kitchen tab-” I paused, looking over at the broken table that was still in the corner. “Fuck. I forgot.”
Jack laughed, giving me a shit eating grin.
“We could, um… eat on the patio,” I told him.
“That’s fine,” Jack answered, walking out of the door and going to put the glasses and bottle down. I pulled the garlic bread out of the oven, setting it on the stove to cool. Jack came back inside as I grabbed two plates from my cupboard.
“Hungry?” I asked, handing him a plate.
“Starving,” he responded, taking it from me. He dished himself a large serving of lasagna, and I cut the bread. He took two pieces of bread, grabbing a fork and walking outside. I got my own food, walking outside to join him. I sat across from him, smiling. He took a bite, closing his eyes and groaning. “Mmmm, baby. This is so fucking good!”
“Really?” I asked, watching him dip the bread into the sauce. He took a bite, humming again.
“So is the bread. You made this all?” he asked.
“Yep,” I answered, taking a bite.
“Where’d you learn to cook like this?”
“My mom,” I told him. “And the woman that used to baby sit us. She was an old Italian woman, and I used to watch her in the kitchen, until she asked if I wanted to help her. So I did, and she taught me a lot of stuff.”
“That’s cool,” he told me.
“Save some room for dessert too,” I told him, and he raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, baby, I always have room for dessert,” he told me, winking, and I rolled my eyes.
“Not that kind of dessert,” I told him, shaking my head as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “You’re an idiot.”
***
“What are you making me?” Jack asked, swaying our hips together. He had already had half a bottle of wine, so I was really contemplating whether or not to give him his dessert. I shrugged, giggling as he kissed my neck.
“It’s called a Texas Tumbleweed,” I informed him.
“We drinking some Kahlua,” Jack said, giggling in my ear and wiggling his hips. He kissed that spot behind my ear, making my hand shake and almost causing me to drop the ice cream. I scooped out three scoops into the blender. I added a shot of Vodka, a shot of Kahlua, and a shot of Crème de Cacao. I added a little milk before putting the top on the blender. I blended it together until it was smooth and creamy. I poured it into a tall glass, grabbing the special alcohol infused whipped cream off the counter. I shook it, filling the top up with whipped cream. I sprinkled chocolate sprinkles on it, turning around and handing it to my boyfriend. “I need a straw.”
I opened my drawer, taking out a crazy straw and sticking it in his cup. He took a sip, groaning.
“Yum,” he said, letting the straw break contact with him lips with a ‘pop’. He leaned forward to kiss me, and I dodged it.
“I wanna make my own drink,” I told him, and he pouted. I made a drink of my own, putting the top on the blender and blending it together. Jack put one hand on my hips, grinding against my ass and he drank is drink. I ignored him, rolling my eyes. Jack was like a big dog that was always in heat. I poured myself a glass, grabbing the whipped cream and topping it off with sprinkles. I grabbed my own straw, sticking it into the cup.
I watched Jack stick his tongue out, licking the whipped cream off the straw in a seductive manner. I laughed at him, sipping my drink.
“Is that supposed to turn me on? You look like you’re in pain,” I told him.
“Oh really? Then show me how it’s done,” he said, raising an eyebrow in a challenging manner.
“Okay,” I said. I dipped my finger into the drink, collecting whipped cream onto it. I looked Jack through my eyelashes as I licked my finger up towards the tip. Then I widened my mouth, sinking it down over my entire finger and closing it. I pulled my finger out of my mouth slowly, closing my eyes and moaning. I opened my eyes, seeing Jack’s eyes blown wide.
“Tha-that’s not fair. You’re a whore,” he said, and I laughed.
“I used to be a whore,” I corrected, kissing his lips gently. “I’m all yours now.”
“Can you be all mine over there on the couch? ‘Cause I don’t think my drunk ass can make it up your stairs,” he told me, and I laughed.
“Yes, we can,” I answered.
I followed behind him, sipping my drink as we went.
“Can we watch porn?” he asked, grabbing for my controller.
“No,” I answered, eating some of the whipped cream off the top of my drink. I looked up when I heard cheesy music, glaring at Jack. “Did you really just buy a porno?!”
“No,” he said, staring at me innocently as he sucked more of his drink up.
“Jack! You’re gay! You don’t even like boobs! Why do you wanna watch huge fake ones?!”
“I’m drunk?” he answered, licking whipped cream off of his straw.
“My mom pays for this, you jack ass,” I told him, and he giggled. I grabbed a pillow, smacking him in the head.
“How about,” he started, setting his drink down and taking my empty glass my hands. “I make it up to you by blowing you while you watch big bouncy boobs?”
“No, that would not make it up to me,” I told him.
“Can I do it anyway?”
I laughed, shaking my head. “I guess so.”
He got down on his knees in front of me, pushing my shirt up and kissed down my happy trail. He attached his lips to my stomach, sucking and nibbling on it as his fingers drunkenly worked on my jeans. I gasped, feeling him leave a sloppy hickey before moving his mouth down. He finally got my jeans undone, and I arched my back, allowing him to pull my jeans off. He tugged, but the tight jeans weren’t bugging.
“Suck it in!” he yelled, yanking and pulling. I tried wiggling my hips to help him, and he finally got them off. He also went flying back and hit his head on the table.
I couldn’t help myself from laughing. I cracked up, keening forward. He sat up, frowning and rubbing his head.
“Ow,” he whined.
“I’m s-sorry, babe. But that was fucking funny,” I told him through my laughter.
“I’m glad that amused you,” he told me, crawling back towards me. He began kissing my thigh, sucking on it slightly. I felt my erection growing, and I ran my fingers through his black and blonde hair.
“Mm, babe,” I hummed, tugging on it gently. I felt his lips part, and he took me into his mouth. He sucked roughly, swirling his tongue and making my toes curl. “O-oh Jack.”
I let my head fall back, feeling him continue to suck and lick. I sighed, feeling him pulling off and suck on the head, tonguing my slit. I groaned low in my throat, feeling him take me in again. He sucked once and then... nothing.
I heard heavy breathing, and I looked down to see Jack asleep, lips still wrapped around my dick. I stared in disbelief, trying to decide whether or not to be evil and fuck the shit out of his mouth, or to be nice and just jerk off to the cheesy porn playing on my television. I sighed, grabbing Jack’s head and taking his mouth from my dick before he was able to choke on it. He laid down on the floor, curling up and I shook my head, knowing there was no way I could lift him.
I laid back, looking at the screen to see two girls going down on each other. I grabbed a hold of my dick, using Jack’s spit as lube, and began jerking off.