Keeping This Up Could Be Dangerous (Seventy-Seven)
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.
"Alex, we leave tomorrow. You should really finish packing," Jack told me, shoving more clothes into his suitcase. I rolled my eyes, petting Baz and kissing his nose.
"I already packed," I answered, rolling onto my back and looking at him.
"You packed two bags," he answered, and I shrugged.
"Don't wanna pack," I answered simply. "Wanna be naked and eat Taco Bell and have sex with my hot boyfriend."
"Flyzik is gonna freak out if he comes over and you aren't packed yet," he told me and I snorted.
"Flyzik is gonna freak out when he comes over and finds me fucking my boyfriend," I told him. "Therefore he is the least of my worries right now."
"What are you worried about right now?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"How I'm going to get your pretty little mouth over here sucking my dick," I answered and he rolled his eyes. He opened up my closet, throwing my suitcase onto the bed and starting to put t-shirts and jeans into it. I pouted, sitting up and pulling my shirt over my head. "Oopsie, I lost my shirt."
Jack continued to ignore me, throwing my clothes onto the suitcase. I unzipped my jeans, popping the button.
"Oh no! My jeans came on done!" I gasped before sliding them down my thighs. "Oh dear! Now they fell off! What is going on?"
Jack didn't even glance over at me as I kicked my jeans off my legs. I pushed my briefs down next, tossing them right at him.
"Holy cow! Did you feel that wind? It blew my underwear right off!" I exclaimed and Jack snorted, but didn't acknowledge me. He finished putting stuff in my suitcase before turning around and leaving the bedroom. I huffed, standing up and following him down the stairs. I watched him walk into the kitchen and I smirked as he got a water bottle out. He unscrewed the top, taking a long drink before setting it on the counter as he opened up the cupboard to take out a can of raviolis. He walked over to the can opener, putting the can up to it to open it. I picked his water bottle up, unscrewing the lid and walking up beside him. I squeezed the bottle so water gushed out, splashing it onto his shirt. "Oh geez, babe! I'm so sorry! Guess you're gonna have to take your shirt off!"
He gasped at the cold water hitting his skin, setting the now open can down on the counter and glaring at me.
"Really, Alex? Now you're just being obnoxious," he told me. "Spilling water on me is definitely not going to get me to have sex with you."
I raised an eyebrow, looking down at the can of raviolis. I picked it up before he had time to think, emptying it onto the front of his jeans.
The look on his face was absolutely priceless, and it took everything in me not to laugh at the perfect 'o' shape his mouth was making. The raviolis were now laying on the floor and I smiled innocently at him. Once he was over the shock he looked at me, glaring.
"Geez, babe. Now you're really gonna have to take those pants off. You shouldn't be so messy," I told him, and his eyes narrowed.
"Alexander!" he exclaimed, and I bit my lip to keep from laughing. "Are you fucking serious?!"
I couldn't help it as my face split into a grin, only succeeding in pissing Jack off more.
"Oh, you think this is funny?" he asked, yanking his shirt off and throwing it onto the floor. "Fine! You fucking want it? You got it!"
He grabbed me by my hair, yanking me towards him and kissing me roughly. I moaned, feeling light-headed as all the blood in my body switched course, heading south. He kept hold of the handful of my hair, yanking on it and making me moan again.
"You fucking like that, bitch?" he asked, yanking on my hair again. I groaned, whining when he let my hair go. "Of course you do, you fucking slut. That's exactly how you like it. Rough."
I bit my lip, watching his eyes glaze over.
"Get on your knees," he ordered, and I could hear the zipper of his jeans unzipping. I dropped down to my knees, yanking his jeans down his legs and grabbing his growing erection. I took it in my mouth automatically, hearing him groan as he thread his fingers through my hair. He pulled on it and I groaned, opening my mouth and taking him in even deeper. "Fuck yeah, babe."
I swallowed around him, taking him all the way in as I hollowed my cheeks. He hissed, pulling on my hair as he panted. I bobbed my head back and forth, swirling my tongue around him and listening to him moan.
He pulled my hair a bit harder after a few minutes, pushing on my chin to signal for me to pull off. I did so, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and looking up at him through my eyelashes.
"Get up," he said, and I stood up. He spun me around, bending me over the counter. I grabbed a hold of the edge, smiling to myself and waiting. "This is what you fucking wanted, huh? Wanted me to bend you over and fuck you like slut?"
I moaned, arching my back and sticking my ass out farther. I felt his hands on my hips, gasping as I felt his tongue prodding at my entrance instead of his finger. I moaned deep in my throat, feeling sparks spreading up throughout my spine. He pulled away after a minute, lining himself up with my entrance. He pushed in and I gasped, feeling a slight stretch and burn. He kissed my spine, rubbing my back and waiting. I grunted to give him the go ahead, and he pulled out before pushing back in a little harder. I groaned, biting my lip and gripping onto the counter top.
"Fuck, Jack," I moaned, pushing back against him. I could his hips moving slightly, changing his angle to find my prostate. He found it rather quickly, slamming into and making me see stars. "Jack!"
He bit along my spine as he continued to slam into that spot, making me sputter out incomprehensible words.
"Shit, Alex," he grunted, squeezing my hips hard enough to leave a mark. He reached his hand around, wrapping it around my erection and pumping me. I groaned, arching my back and panting.
"Uh-uh-uhn," I whined, holding onto the counter so hard my knuckles were turning white. "Fu-fuck, I'm gonna come."
"Mm, yeah?" he hummed, pushing harder and making me shake. I nodded, whining and feeling the heat in my stomach becoming unbearable. I released all over his hand and the cabinet, feeling Jack bury himself inside of me as he let go also.
"Jesus Christ!" I heard someone yell and I turned my head to see Flyzik walking in with Rian. Flyzik's face was pale white, and Rian quickly turned away, walking back outside.
I laughed, feeling Jack pull out. Flyzik stayed glued to his spot, unsure what to do and probably feeling a little more than awkward. Jack threw me a towel and I cleaned off the cupboard, throwing the towel at the basement. Flyzik jumped as it flew past him, making a disgusted face.
"You guys are fucking terrible!" he yelled. "I told you to pack, and I come over to find you fucking!"
"Jack was packing," I told him, smiling cheekily.
"Yeah," Jack agreed. "I was packing Alex's ass. And let me tell you, it's a pretty tight fit."Last sex of this story <3
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.
"Alex, we leave tomorrow. You should really finish packing," Jack told me, shoving more clothes into his suitcase. I rolled my eyes, petting Baz and kissing his nose.
"I already packed," I answered, rolling onto my back and looking at him.
"You packed two bags," he answered, and I shrugged.
"Don't wanna pack," I answered simply. "Wanna be naked and eat Taco Bell and have sex with my hot boyfriend."
"Flyzik is gonna freak out if he comes over and you aren't packed yet," he told me and I snorted.
"Flyzik is gonna freak out when he comes over and finds me fucking my boyfriend," I told him. "Therefore he is the least of my worries right now."
"What are you worried about right now?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"How I'm going to get your pretty little mouth over here sucking my dick," I answered and he rolled his eyes. He opened up my closet, throwing my suitcase onto the bed and starting to put t-shirts and jeans into it. I pouted, sitting up and pulling my shirt over my head. "Oopsie, I lost my shirt."
Jack continued to ignore me, throwing my clothes onto the suitcase. I unzipped my jeans, popping the button.
"Oh no! My jeans came on done!" I gasped before sliding them down my thighs. "Oh dear! Now they fell off! What is going on?"
Jack didn't even glance over at me as I kicked my jeans off my legs. I pushed my briefs down next, tossing them right at him.
"Holy cow! Did you feel that wind? It blew my underwear right off!" I exclaimed and Jack snorted, but didn't acknowledge me. He finished putting stuff in my suitcase before turning around and leaving the bedroom. I huffed, standing up and following him down the stairs. I watched him walk into the kitchen and I smirked as he got a water bottle out. He unscrewed the top, taking a long drink before setting it on the counter as he opened up the cupboard to take out a can of raviolis. He walked over to the can opener, putting the can up to it to open it. I picked his water bottle up, unscrewing the lid and walking up beside him. I squeezed the bottle so water gushed out, splashing it onto his shirt. "Oh geez, babe! I'm so sorry! Guess you're gonna have to take your shirt off!"
He gasped at the cold water hitting his skin, setting the now open can down on the counter and glaring at me.
"Really, Alex? Now you're just being obnoxious," he told me. "Spilling water on me is definitely not going to get me to have sex with you."
I raised an eyebrow, looking down at the can of raviolis. I picked it up before he had time to think, emptying it onto the front of his jeans.
The look on his face was absolutely priceless, and it took everything in me not to laugh at the perfect 'o' shape his mouth was making. The raviolis were now laying on the floor and I smiled innocently at him. Once he was over the shock he looked at me, glaring.
"Geez, babe. Now you're really gonna have to take those pants off. You shouldn't be so messy," I told him, and his eyes narrowed.
"Alexander!" he exclaimed, and I bit my lip to keep from laughing. "Are you fucking serious?!"
I couldn't help it as my face split into a grin, only succeeding in pissing Jack off more.
"Oh, you think this is funny?" he asked, yanking his shirt off and throwing it onto the floor. "Fine! You fucking want it? You got it!"
He grabbed me by my hair, yanking me towards him and kissing me roughly. I moaned, feeling light-headed as all the blood in my body switched course, heading south. He kept hold of the handful of my hair, yanking on it and making me moan again.
"You fucking like that, bitch?" he asked, yanking on my hair again. I groaned, whining when he let my hair go. "Of course you do, you fucking slut. That's exactly how you like it. Rough."
I bit my lip, watching his eyes glaze over.
"Get on your knees," he ordered, and I could hear the zipper of his jeans unzipping. I dropped down to my knees, yanking his jeans down his legs and grabbing his growing erection. I took it in my mouth automatically, hearing him groan as he thread his fingers through my hair. He pulled on it and I groaned, opening my mouth and taking him in even deeper. "Fuck yeah, babe."
I swallowed around him, taking him all the way in as I hollowed my cheeks. He hissed, pulling on my hair as he panted. I bobbed my head back and forth, swirling my tongue around him and listening to him moan.
He pulled my hair a bit harder after a few minutes, pushing on my chin to signal for me to pull off. I did so, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and looking up at him through my eyelashes.
"Get up," he said, and I stood up. He spun me around, bending me over the counter. I grabbed a hold of the edge, smiling to myself and waiting. "This is what you fucking wanted, huh? Wanted me to bend you over and fuck you like slut?"
I moaned, arching my back and sticking my ass out farther. I felt his hands on my hips, gasping as I felt his tongue prodding at my entrance instead of his finger. I moaned deep in my throat, feeling sparks spreading up throughout my spine. He pulled away after a minute, lining himself up with my entrance. He pushed in and I gasped, feeling a slight stretch and burn. He kissed my spine, rubbing my back and waiting. I grunted to give him the go ahead, and he pulled out before pushing back in a little harder. I groaned, biting my lip and gripping onto the counter top.
"Fuck, Jack," I moaned, pushing back against him. I could his hips moving slightly, changing his angle to find my prostate. He found it rather quickly, slamming into and making me see stars. "Jack!"
He bit along my spine as he continued to slam into that spot, making me sputter out incomprehensible words.
"Shit, Alex," he grunted, squeezing my hips hard enough to leave a mark. He reached his hand around, wrapping it around my erection and pumping me. I groaned, arching my back and panting.
"Uh-uh-uhn," I whined, holding onto the counter so hard my knuckles were turning white. "Fu-fuck, I'm gonna come."
"Mm, yeah?" he hummed, pushing harder and making me shake. I nodded, whining and feeling the heat in my stomach becoming unbearable. I released all over his hand and the cabinet, feeling Jack bury himself inside of me as he let go also.
"Jesus Christ!" I heard someone yell and I turned my head to see Flyzik walking in with Rian. Flyzik's face was pale white, and Rian quickly turned away, walking back outside.
I laughed, feeling Jack pull out. Flyzik stayed glued to his spot, unsure what to do and probably feeling a little more than awkward. Jack threw me a towel and I cleaned off the cupboard, throwing the towel at the basement. Flyzik jumped as it flew past him, making a disgusted face.
"You guys are fucking terrible!" he yelled. "I told you to pack, and I come over to find you fucking!"
"Jack was packing," I told him, smiling cheekily.
"Yeah," Jack agreed. "I was packing Alex's ass. And let me tell you, it's a pretty tight fit."Last sex of this story <3