Control (Eleven)
Title: Control
Author: Sunny
Pairings: Jack Barakat/ OC, Alex Gaskarth/OC
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Recovering from an eating disorder is not easy. Recovering from one while on tour is even harder.
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. Sunny and I do own all members of Hyperinflated Illuminations. Thank you.
Warnings: Obsessive compulsive disorder, eating disorders, alcoholism
http://turnthepageover.livejournal.com/74156.html
Alex needed to get Vina out of his mind. Everything she did and said sent stabs of pain through him. He didn't understand what he had done to her, but apparently saving her life and being concerned about her safety wasn't enough to make up for it. In fact, it gave her more incentive to ignore him. And if there was one thing that annoyed Alex to no end, it was being ignored.
All he could think about was her fragile body, and how it had felt wrapped around him. How her legs felt pulling him closer. How her lips tasted and how her breasts felt against his palms. She was driving him insane. Even when she was in those stupid flannel pyjamas in the middle of the summer. They hid absolutely everything, but Alex had an imagination. And he had seen it all before. And she was fucking ignoring him.
He wanted to care for her and protect her. But that was not working for him in the slightest. The only thing he had managed from that was a pissed off Vina and extreme sexual frustration. He did not want to admit that he wanted her. He could have anyone he wanted. Girls were falling over themselves to get to him. All he had to do was choose one of them. All he needed was a smile and a simple remark on the girl's beauty, and she'd be in his bed. There was nothing stopping him. No girlfriend. No girl that would be pissed at him for sleeping with someone else. No one.
He looked up from the fourth shot of Jack set in front of him and smirked as the bar tender set a fifth in front of him for good measure. He downed that one too, laid money on the counter with a generous tip and turned to find that girl who would fall into his bed. Of course, he turned around just when the one girl he had been avoiding for the entire day walked in.
Vina wore a pair of black leggings and a long white blouse. Alex could clearly see the black bra underneath her shirt. She was just asking for someone to hit on her and take advantage of her. And she had just fainted from starving herself. What was she doing out in the public? But she wasn't Alex's responsibility. Adele and Landon stood behind her, looking around the club and then venturing confidently behind her to the bar. She, of course, had the confidence of the most important person in the world. She held her head high, smiled at the right people and gave off the right body language to get what she wanted. The second she got to the bar, leaning over it slightly, showing off the peaks of her breasts. In no time at all, a male bartender was in front of her.
Alex watched as she held up two fingers, leaning closer to the man to speak into his ear. In seconds, he had two shot glasses in front of her, and was waving off her money. Landon and Adele grabbed the glasses from in front of her, smiled their thanks, and downed them. So, she didn't drink, Alex noted. But the second her friends turned from the bar, she led them out onto the dance floor. There was that confident, sexy stride again. Dancing with her friends, she was cute and flirtatious, turning away some guys and accepting a dance from someone new-but only for one song-before she got rid of them.
As she dismissed a guy, she turned and had a startled look on her face when her eyes met his. Alex smirked at her, but she turned around quickly and right into Landon's arms. She whispered something in his ear and immediately, Landon's hands were all over her, possessing her body as if it were his own; showing everyone else she was his for the night. Alex's blood ran cold. Stupid Lars.
Vina was honestly surprised when she turned to find Alex staring at her. She hadn't even known he was at the bar, let alone in the same one that she was. The smirk on his face basically gave away that he was thinking of the one time she had let her guard down and slept with him. Well, he shouldn't feel so special. She could be sleeping with anyone.
Swiftly turning to Landon, she whispered to him, “some creepy guy is staring at me.”
Landon's action was immediate. He knew how to ward off strangers, and it wasn't like he was planning to take anyone back to their hotel room while Vina was still with them. Besides, he wasn't going to pass up the offer to feel Vina up, no strings attached.
She felt his lips press to her neck when she turned to subtly glance where Alex had been. She saw him get up from his spot at the bar, and almost immediately be stopped by a drunk brunette.
“Aren't you that singer from that band?!” Alex stopped in his tracks. He looked over at Vina who had her hands gripping Landon's belt, fingers trailing into his pants as she danced.
“Yeah. Alex, from All Time Low,” he smirked at her.
“Yeah! I love that song you have! Somethings about dancing. Really, umm...insightful. And sexy,” she bit her lip, smiling a sexy smile at him. Her hand lifted up and trailed down his chest. “You write all your own music?”
“Yeah. Why don't I get you a drink?” he smirked at her.
“Sure!” she hopped up on the chair beside the one he had been vacating and leaned into him when he held up two fingers for the bar tender. It took significantly more time for the barkeep to respond to him than he had for Vina, but he was still served quicker than other patrons.
“I like your shirt,” he girl commented as the bartender placed two glasses in front of them. She immediately reached for it and downed most of it, leaning closer to him and giving him full view of her cleavage. He wasn't really feeling the interaction with the drunk girl, but then out of the corner of his eye, he saw Vina dragging Landon seductively to the door. They laughed together, pressing kisses to each other's faces before they left the building. And suddenly he was all into brunette bimbo.
Her brown hair could almost be identical to Vina's if it were a bit longer. Their bodies were about the same shape, and besides the amount of clothing-and the type of clothing-the mystery brunette was wearing, she could be indistinguishable from Vina from behind.
“What do you say we get out of here?” he abruptly asked her.
She nodded eagerly, downed her drink and slipped her hand into his as he downed his.
As he stood up, the effects of the alcohol were starting to become recognizable. The room tipped and his feet weren't as steady, but he found his footing and wrapped his arm around mystery girl, even grabbed her ass a bit. Tonight, he would get rid of all of that fucking sexual frustration he felt from Vina. Especially after seeing her practically perform porn with Landon on the dance floor.
“You ready, doll?” he asked, but the girl simply pressed her breasts into him and pulled him outside to a waiting cab.
***
Alex didn't have time for the trivialities of foreplay. At least, not much of it. He fumbled with his door key as the brunette sucked on his neck, then let them tumble inside the open door. With that out of the way, he shoved the woman against the closed door, pressing his lips hard against hers. He didn't care that it made her incapable of moving her lips. Then he remembered Vina. And how her hotel room was right beside his. And suddenly it did matter how the brunette reacted to him.
Vina needed to hear what she was missing out on. Even if she had been with Landon, Lars certainly couldn't be as good as he was in bed. And he'd make sure Vina knew it.
Alex was sobering, but the girl was still clearly drunk, and letting him take control. His mouth was on hers, his hands were on her body and his already prominent erection pushed aggressively against her core. At the impact, she pulled her lips away and let out a loud moan. Alex grinned at his accomplishment. She was almost too easy. He rotated his hips.
She gasped and arched into him as he kissed down her neck. He was going to leave marks. Mark after mark. His hands roamed, feeling her body through her clothes until he squeezed her breast tightly, then he tugged at her clothes. He wanted them off. Tugging the shirt over her head, he threw it to the ground. She let out a throaty giggle but he was already unhooking her bra and letting it fall right off her body.
Upon closer examination, her body wasn't nearly as similar to Vina's body as Alex originally thought. But that didn't matter. She was there for his pleasure-both physically and for the pleasure of knowing Vina could hear them.
He pushed them off the wall and slammed them into the wall closest to where Vina's bed should be. His head dipped down and clamped his lips around her nipple, tugging at the sensitive flesh with his teeth and moving his hand up to squeeze and tug at the exposed twin. .
“Oh!” she breathed out, tugging at his hair and letting her head fall back to hit against the wall. “Yes,” she moaned as his teeth plucked at the sensitive skin. But that didn't sustain her for long, and soon her hands were unbuckling his pants and pulling them from his body. She had his shirt over his head in one swift move, and a smirk adorned her lips as she caught a glimpse of his package through his boxers.
But the smirk was for him to have. He spun her around, moving her hair off her neck, kissing and sucking down her back. His hand moved up her stomach to grasp one of her breasts between his hands while his other hand pressed against her abdomen to keep her close. Kissing her exposed neck, she let out a moan and moved her head to give him better access to the sweet spot found there.
His right hand ventured down into her pants, feeling her panty line, and then dipped down lower to her core. He let a finger slide through her folds, already wet and ready for him. Smirking, he pressed down and then further until he found her opening and slipped a finger inside.
“OH!” she moaned out. He growled, moving his other hand from her breast and pressing her abdomen to keep her body close to his. His erection was becoming painful, but he needed her to be vocal. Wiggling his finger, he pumped his finger in and out of her twice eliciting several more moans. They were getting louder as he rubbed himself into her ass. He added another finger, using his hips to press her into the wall, and using his mouth to assault her neck.
She let out a squeak as he curled his fingers inside her and then, he felt a sudden rush of liquid over his hand and her muscles clamped around him. She let out the cry he had been waiting for, and then his name spewed from her lips several times as his fingers milked her.
As she cascaded down from her high, he pulled his fingers from her, reached up and pressed them to her mouth. “Open,” he ordered.
She spun around, grabbing his hand and, as seductively as she could, pressed his fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean.
Alex raised an eyebrow at her as she slipped to her knees, letting his fingers drop from his mouth and using her own fingers to wrap around the waist of his boxers. She tugged at them slowly, then, growing impatient, pulled them all the way down. She watched as he stepped out of them, then grinned up at him. She moved to kiss the tip, letting her tongue dart out at the last second to lick it.
He bit his lip as she pushed him back on the bed, dug her nails into his thighs to spread them wide, then licked up his shaft. She took him in her mouth, taking him deep until he hit the back of her throat. He let out a strangled gurgle, his hips bucking up to meet her mouth, but she forcefully pressed his hips down, pulling her mouth from him. “Stay down,” she insisted.
He nodded at her, let his head fall back, and simply felt. Her lips wrapped around his throbbing length once again, sliding down as far as her mouth would allow, and then back up again. The pressure was killing him. Her hands came up, wrapping around him as her mouth set to work, moving faster. There was tongue. There was pulling. There was stimulation. He felt himself building up to a release, letting out the moan he had been holding back. Her mouth raised to the tip, sucking deep.
“Holy shit!” he burst out as her hands pumped him and her mouth sucked him. It was too soon. It was all coming too soon. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he blurted out, loudly. “I'm going to come,” he growled it out. But he wasn't ready yet. He needed to be in her.
He grabbed her hair, pulling her from his shaft and forced her up, slamming her into the wall once more. He ripped a condom from his pocket and quickly slid the protective shield over himself. She let out a moan as his hands pulled down her pants, slid her underwear to the side and them plunged into her. He slammed up into her once twice, and then, unable to get the best angle and being annoyed at her incessant kissing, pulled out of her, whipped her around and pushed her over the dresser. He ripped the underwear from her body, the thin lace dissolving in his grip.
She let out a cry, but he ignored her, pushing her legs apart and plunging into her once again. There. He found it. He found where he wanted to be. And as he thrust into her, she let out the loud moans he had been waiting for. He was having a hard time controlling himself. It was all of the sexual frustration inside him from Vina, the pulls and suction that was milking him from inside the woman. His thrusts were getting faster and harder as her gasps and moans floated around the room. He was getting close. Too close. He held on, rotating his hips. He would get her to yell his name before he came. He pushed harder.
“Ah!” Her moans were pushing him over the edge. He wasn't sure if he could hold on.
“Come on, doll,” he purred. “Come for me,” he growled, rotating his hips again as she pressed back into him.
“Say my name,” he growled.
His angle switched and he slammed back into her and suddenly her walls were clenching around him hard, milking him for all he was worth as his name flew out of her mouth.
“ALEX! Oh God! Alex!” Her nails were digging into the dresser as he kept thrusting, and then felt himself fly over the edge. He pulled from her, ripping the condom from himself and pumped his seed all over her back until he was empty. He slowly leaned against the wall, spent. He watched as she sighed, content, and slowly stood up.
“That was amazing,” she breathed out, stumbling into him and clinging to his torso.
He simply smirked at her, letting his arm fall over her shoulder. “Thanks, doll.”
Vina scowled at the muffled moans and screams coming from her right. The wall wasn't sound proofed and she could almost see what Alex and the slut were doing. But she cocked her head to the left upon hearing a different sort of noise. Was that romantic music? Did she hear moans? That couldn't be. Wyatt and Jack's room was on that side. She couldn't really have that bad of luck to be stuck between two hotel rooms with people inside them having sex. Could she?
Author: Sunny
Pairings: Jack Barakat/ OC, Alex Gaskarth/OC
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Recovering from an eating disorder is not easy. Recovering from one while on tour is even harder.
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. Sunny and I do own all members of Hyperinflated Illuminations. Thank you.
Warnings: Obsessive compulsive disorder, eating disorders, alcoholism
http://turnthepageover.livejournal.com/74156.html
Alex needed to get Vina out of his mind. Everything she did and said sent stabs of pain through him. He didn't understand what he had done to her, but apparently saving her life and being concerned about her safety wasn't enough to make up for it. In fact, it gave her more incentive to ignore him. And if there was one thing that annoyed Alex to no end, it was being ignored.
All he could think about was her fragile body, and how it had felt wrapped around him. How her legs felt pulling him closer. How her lips tasted and how her breasts felt against his palms. She was driving him insane. Even when she was in those stupid flannel pyjamas in the middle of the summer. They hid absolutely everything, but Alex had an imagination. And he had seen it all before. And she was fucking ignoring him.
He wanted to care for her and protect her. But that was not working for him in the slightest. The only thing he had managed from that was a pissed off Vina and extreme sexual frustration. He did not want to admit that he wanted her. He could have anyone he wanted. Girls were falling over themselves to get to him. All he had to do was choose one of them. All he needed was a smile and a simple remark on the girl's beauty, and she'd be in his bed. There was nothing stopping him. No girlfriend. No girl that would be pissed at him for sleeping with someone else. No one.
He looked up from the fourth shot of Jack set in front of him and smirked as the bar tender set a fifth in front of him for good measure. He downed that one too, laid money on the counter with a generous tip and turned to find that girl who would fall into his bed. Of course, he turned around just when the one girl he had been avoiding for the entire day walked in.
Vina wore a pair of black leggings and a long white blouse. Alex could clearly see the black bra underneath her shirt. She was just asking for someone to hit on her and take advantage of her. And she had just fainted from starving herself. What was she doing out in the public? But she wasn't Alex's responsibility. Adele and Landon stood behind her, looking around the club and then venturing confidently behind her to the bar. She, of course, had the confidence of the most important person in the world. She held her head high, smiled at the right people and gave off the right body language to get what she wanted. The second she got to the bar, leaning over it slightly, showing off the peaks of her breasts. In no time at all, a male bartender was in front of her.
Alex watched as she held up two fingers, leaning closer to the man to speak into his ear. In seconds, he had two shot glasses in front of her, and was waving off her money. Landon and Adele grabbed the glasses from in front of her, smiled their thanks, and downed them. So, she didn't drink, Alex noted. But the second her friends turned from the bar, she led them out onto the dance floor. There was that confident, sexy stride again. Dancing with her friends, she was cute and flirtatious, turning away some guys and accepting a dance from someone new-but only for one song-before she got rid of them.
As she dismissed a guy, she turned and had a startled look on her face when her eyes met his. Alex smirked at her, but she turned around quickly and right into Landon's arms. She whispered something in his ear and immediately, Landon's hands were all over her, possessing her body as if it were his own; showing everyone else she was his for the night. Alex's blood ran cold. Stupid Lars.
Vina was honestly surprised when she turned to find Alex staring at her. She hadn't even known he was at the bar, let alone in the same one that she was. The smirk on his face basically gave away that he was thinking of the one time she had let her guard down and slept with him. Well, he shouldn't feel so special. She could be sleeping with anyone.
Swiftly turning to Landon, she whispered to him, “some creepy guy is staring at me.”
Landon's action was immediate. He knew how to ward off strangers, and it wasn't like he was planning to take anyone back to their hotel room while Vina was still with them. Besides, he wasn't going to pass up the offer to feel Vina up, no strings attached.
She felt his lips press to her neck when she turned to subtly glance where Alex had been. She saw him get up from his spot at the bar, and almost immediately be stopped by a drunk brunette.
“Aren't you that singer from that band?!” Alex stopped in his tracks. He looked over at Vina who had her hands gripping Landon's belt, fingers trailing into his pants as she danced.
“Yeah. Alex, from All Time Low,” he smirked at her.
“Yeah! I love that song you have! Somethings about dancing. Really, umm...insightful. And sexy,” she bit her lip, smiling a sexy smile at him. Her hand lifted up and trailed down his chest. “You write all your own music?”
“Yeah. Why don't I get you a drink?” he smirked at her.
“Sure!” she hopped up on the chair beside the one he had been vacating and leaned into him when he held up two fingers for the bar tender. It took significantly more time for the barkeep to respond to him than he had for Vina, but he was still served quicker than other patrons.
“I like your shirt,” he girl commented as the bartender placed two glasses in front of them. She immediately reached for it and downed most of it, leaning closer to him and giving him full view of her cleavage. He wasn't really feeling the interaction with the drunk girl, but then out of the corner of his eye, he saw Vina dragging Landon seductively to the door. They laughed together, pressing kisses to each other's faces before they left the building. And suddenly he was all into brunette bimbo.
Her brown hair could almost be identical to Vina's if it were a bit longer. Their bodies were about the same shape, and besides the amount of clothing-and the type of clothing-the mystery brunette was wearing, she could be indistinguishable from Vina from behind.
“What do you say we get out of here?” he abruptly asked her.
She nodded eagerly, downed her drink and slipped her hand into his as he downed his.
As he stood up, the effects of the alcohol were starting to become recognizable. The room tipped and his feet weren't as steady, but he found his footing and wrapped his arm around mystery girl, even grabbed her ass a bit. Tonight, he would get rid of all of that fucking sexual frustration he felt from Vina. Especially after seeing her practically perform porn with Landon on the dance floor.
“You ready, doll?” he asked, but the girl simply pressed her breasts into him and pulled him outside to a waiting cab.
***
Alex didn't have time for the trivialities of foreplay. At least, not much of it. He fumbled with his door key as the brunette sucked on his neck, then let them tumble inside the open door. With that out of the way, he shoved the woman against the closed door, pressing his lips hard against hers. He didn't care that it made her incapable of moving her lips. Then he remembered Vina. And how her hotel room was right beside his. And suddenly it did matter how the brunette reacted to him.
Vina needed to hear what she was missing out on. Even if she had been with Landon, Lars certainly couldn't be as good as he was in bed. And he'd make sure Vina knew it.
Alex was sobering, but the girl was still clearly drunk, and letting him take control. His mouth was on hers, his hands were on her body and his already prominent erection pushed aggressively against her core. At the impact, she pulled her lips away and let out a loud moan. Alex grinned at his accomplishment. She was almost too easy. He rotated his hips.
She gasped and arched into him as he kissed down her neck. He was going to leave marks. Mark after mark. His hands roamed, feeling her body through her clothes until he squeezed her breast tightly, then he tugged at her clothes. He wanted them off. Tugging the shirt over her head, he threw it to the ground. She let out a throaty giggle but he was already unhooking her bra and letting it fall right off her body.
Upon closer examination, her body wasn't nearly as similar to Vina's body as Alex originally thought. But that didn't matter. She was there for his pleasure-both physically and for the pleasure of knowing Vina could hear them.
He pushed them off the wall and slammed them into the wall closest to where Vina's bed should be. His head dipped down and clamped his lips around her nipple, tugging at the sensitive flesh with his teeth and moving his hand up to squeeze and tug at the exposed twin. .
“Oh!” she breathed out, tugging at his hair and letting her head fall back to hit against the wall. “Yes,” she moaned as his teeth plucked at the sensitive skin. But that didn't sustain her for long, and soon her hands were unbuckling his pants and pulling them from his body. She had his shirt over his head in one swift move, and a smirk adorned her lips as she caught a glimpse of his package through his boxers.
But the smirk was for him to have. He spun her around, moving her hair off her neck, kissing and sucking down her back. His hand moved up her stomach to grasp one of her breasts between his hands while his other hand pressed against her abdomen to keep her close. Kissing her exposed neck, she let out a moan and moved her head to give him better access to the sweet spot found there.
His right hand ventured down into her pants, feeling her panty line, and then dipped down lower to her core. He let a finger slide through her folds, already wet and ready for him. Smirking, he pressed down and then further until he found her opening and slipped a finger inside.
“OH!” she moaned out. He growled, moving his other hand from her breast and pressing her abdomen to keep her body close to his. His erection was becoming painful, but he needed her to be vocal. Wiggling his finger, he pumped his finger in and out of her twice eliciting several more moans. They were getting louder as he rubbed himself into her ass. He added another finger, using his hips to press her into the wall, and using his mouth to assault her neck.
She let out a squeak as he curled his fingers inside her and then, he felt a sudden rush of liquid over his hand and her muscles clamped around him. She let out the cry he had been waiting for, and then his name spewed from her lips several times as his fingers milked her.
As she cascaded down from her high, he pulled his fingers from her, reached up and pressed them to her mouth. “Open,” he ordered.
She spun around, grabbing his hand and, as seductively as she could, pressed his fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean.
Alex raised an eyebrow at her as she slipped to her knees, letting his fingers drop from his mouth and using her own fingers to wrap around the waist of his boxers. She tugged at them slowly, then, growing impatient, pulled them all the way down. She watched as he stepped out of them, then grinned up at him. She moved to kiss the tip, letting her tongue dart out at the last second to lick it.
He bit his lip as she pushed him back on the bed, dug her nails into his thighs to spread them wide, then licked up his shaft. She took him in her mouth, taking him deep until he hit the back of her throat. He let out a strangled gurgle, his hips bucking up to meet her mouth, but she forcefully pressed his hips down, pulling her mouth from him. “Stay down,” she insisted.
He nodded at her, let his head fall back, and simply felt. Her lips wrapped around his throbbing length once again, sliding down as far as her mouth would allow, and then back up again. The pressure was killing him. Her hands came up, wrapping around him as her mouth set to work, moving faster. There was tongue. There was pulling. There was stimulation. He felt himself building up to a release, letting out the moan he had been holding back. Her mouth raised to the tip, sucking deep.
“Holy shit!” he burst out as her hands pumped him and her mouth sucked him. It was too soon. It was all coming too soon. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he blurted out, loudly. “I'm going to come,” he growled it out. But he wasn't ready yet. He needed to be in her.
He grabbed her hair, pulling her from his shaft and forced her up, slamming her into the wall once more. He ripped a condom from his pocket and quickly slid the protective shield over himself. She let out a moan as his hands pulled down her pants, slid her underwear to the side and them plunged into her. He slammed up into her once twice, and then, unable to get the best angle and being annoyed at her incessant kissing, pulled out of her, whipped her around and pushed her over the dresser. He ripped the underwear from her body, the thin lace dissolving in his grip.
She let out a cry, but he ignored her, pushing her legs apart and plunging into her once again. There. He found it. He found where he wanted to be. And as he thrust into her, she let out the loud moans he had been waiting for. He was having a hard time controlling himself. It was all of the sexual frustration inside him from Vina, the pulls and suction that was milking him from inside the woman. His thrusts were getting faster and harder as her gasps and moans floated around the room. He was getting close. Too close. He held on, rotating his hips. He would get her to yell his name before he came. He pushed harder.
“Ah!” Her moans were pushing him over the edge. He wasn't sure if he could hold on.
“Come on, doll,” he purred. “Come for me,” he growled, rotating his hips again as she pressed back into him.
“Say my name,” he growled.
His angle switched and he slammed back into her and suddenly her walls were clenching around him hard, milking him for all he was worth as his name flew out of her mouth.
“ALEX! Oh God! Alex!” Her nails were digging into the dresser as he kept thrusting, and then felt himself fly over the edge. He pulled from her, ripping the condom from himself and pumped his seed all over her back until he was empty. He slowly leaned against the wall, spent. He watched as she sighed, content, and slowly stood up.
“That was amazing,” she breathed out, stumbling into him and clinging to his torso.
He simply smirked at her, letting his arm fall over her shoulder. “Thanks, doll.”
Vina scowled at the muffled moans and screams coming from her right. The wall wasn't sound proofed and she could almost see what Alex and the slut were doing. But she cocked her head to the left upon hearing a different sort of noise. Was that romantic music? Did she hear moans? That couldn't be. Wyatt and Jack's room was on that side. She couldn't really have that bad of luck to be stuck between two hotel rooms with people inside them having sex. Could she?