I Accept Defeat
Title: I Accept Defeat (one-shot)
Author: Laura, aka umbrellabeach55
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jack Barakat/Alex Gaskarth
Summary: Jack was starting to get bored. His eyes wandered around the kitchen before settling on a very promising entertainment source. The can of whipped cream, just sitting there, waiting to be used for icing purposes. Perfect.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Jackary or Alexander. But I do own some whipped cream.
Warnings: Sexy time and some swearing.
Author's Note: You know what they say, when life gives you sick days, stay home and write porn. Haha. Also I probably won't be able to look at a can of whipped cream the same way again, but it was worth it.
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“You could help, you know.”
“Nah, I think it’s more fun to watch and criticize, and eat.”
Jack dipped his finger into the sugar container, drawing out a few particles. He sat on the kitchen counter as his boyfriend, Alex, flitted around making a cake for his niece’s birthday party. When he saw Jack draw his finger from his mouth, he scoffed and took away the sugar.
“Do you realize how bad that is for you?” He asked, pointing the flour covered spoon at Jack.
“Do you think I care?” Jack responded, reaching for the sugar again.
Alex laughed and backed away, keeping it out of Jack’s reach. “If you’re not going to help, then you can’t ruin it by getting Jack-germs into the sugar.”
Jack huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. Swinging his feet, he watched Alex quietly hum along to the radio. He mixed, measured, and poured, consulting the recipe book every few minutes.
Jack was starting to get bored. His eyes wandered around the kitchen, before settling on a very promising entertainment source. The can of whipped cream, just sitting there waiting to be used for icing purposes. Perfect.
He watched Alex, waiting until his back was turned. When he turned to the fridge in search of more eggs, Jack reached out and grabbed the can, quick as a ninja. He hid it behind his back, smiling at Alex as he danced back to the counter with a carton of eggs in hand.
Jack waited like a lioness stalking her kill. When he was sure Alex was thoroughly engrossed in his task, he slowly reached behind his back and worked the cap off the top, then positioned his finger just right.
He was ready.
He waited just a few moments more, until Alex didn’t have any uncracked eggs in his hand, then he pounced.
Quick as a lightning flash, he whipped the can out from behind his back and pressed the nozzle down, hitting Alex in the side of the neck and face with the stream.
“JACK!” Alex shouted, dropping the spoon in his hand. His mouth was hanging open, eyes wide in shock. Whipped cream dripped down the side of his face and onto his shoulders. He turned to face him, still in a state of disbelief, as Jack tried and failed to not burst out laughing.
“You little fuck!” Alex exclaimed. He reached up to touch his face, and gently searched his hair. “You fucking got it in my hair!”
Jack could barely breathe. He was doubled over, lying on his side on top of the counter. “Oh my god, you, your face, oh my god-“ His laughter drowned out his words, and he brought his hands to his aching stomach.
Alex moved in closer, now seeking revenge. He took note of the forgotten can sitting on the counter next to Jack, who was in tears by now.
“You are soooooo gonna pay,” He growled playfully. He grabbed the can and pointed it at Jack.
“No, I beg of you,” Jack choked out, jumping down from the counter as fast as he could.
“Don’t you want to match me, Jack-o?” Alex smirked, pressing down on the nozzle.
Whipped cream flew out of the can and splattered onto the younger boy, coating his front with white. He shrunk down, attempting to shield himself with his arms, but still laughing hysterically. “No! Mercy! I have committed no crime!”
“You got cream on my favorite shirt!”
“I have committed one crime! I repent!”
“Too bad,” Alex laughed. He jumped on Jack, tackling him to the ground. Jack wriggled and flailed, trying to wrench the can from Alex’s grip. Alex laughed and kept spraying him, but in the struggle the nozzle began to go haywire, jerking all around and coating their surroundings in cream as well.
They kept wrestling, Alex not willing to give up so easily. But all of a sudden, when they were lying horizontal to each other, Jack had Alex’s hand manipulated so that the can was pointing towards Alex’s face, and the steady stream of whipped cream stopped.
Both boys froze, looking at the can. “I guess it ran out,” Jack said. He loosened his grip on Alex’s hand, who then dropped the can to the floor. They looked at each other.
Alex was grinning like a fool. His hair was coated, brown tufts sticking out of the white. He had cream smeared all over his face, and a distinct handprint on his chest where Jack had gone for a direct hit. Jack was worse off. His entire body was covered in white. He even had a beard of whipped cream.
“You look like a snowman,” Alex said, his face inches from Jack.
“You look like a ninety year-old,” Jack retorted, looking at Alex’s hair.
Alex laughed and kissed Jack. Jack grinned into the kiss before settling his mouth onto Alex’s. They slid closer to each other, their lips still sealed, and Alex rolled on top of Jack, hovering above him on his hands and knees.
Alex flicked his tongue across Jack’s bottom lip and he gladly parted his lips for him. Their tongues wrestled, and soon Alex was fingering the hem of Jack’s t-shirt. Jack sat up, breaking the kiss for a moment, and allowed Alex to slip it off.
“How did you get whipped cream inside your shirt?” Alex marveled.
“Hey, you were the one spraying me,” Jack said, slipping Alex’s shirt off as well.
Alex grinned and pushed Jack down once more, his mouth going straight for the cream on Jack’s chest. He kissed and licked it off him, section by section, and Jack was left panting at the hot, wet marks Alex left on him.
As Alex pulled away to remove his jeans, Jack whined, but stripped his off as well. Once naked, Alex moved off of Jack, communicating through a look what he wanted him to do. Jack gladly followed him, spreading Alex’s legs and taking him into his mouth. He hollowed his cheeks and bobbed up and down, pausing to run his tongue over the head every few moments. He kept a firm hold on Alex’s hipbones and rubbed circles with his thumbs, knowing how much he loved that. Alex moaned and wove his fingers through Jack’s hair, pressing his mouth down farther onto his dick. Jack didn’t protest, and was soon deep-throating him.
Alex was panting, he was close, but he removed himself from Jack’s mouth, wanting to last longer for Jack. Jack watched him, waiting for an order.
“On your hands and knees, whore.”
Jack obliged, turning his back to Alex and exposing himself, giving Alex the opportunity to do whatever he wanted. Alex ran his hands down Jack’s back, and the boy shuddered. Alex smirked; he loved how he could make Jack feel this good by a simple touch.
Gently, he teased Jack with his finger, just barely entering him. Jack moaned, “Just get on with it.”
Alex made a sound of disbelief, and without warning swung his hand against Jack’s ass. When Jack cried out, he said, “I’ll take as much time as I want, now shut the fuck up. I don’t want to hear any more words out of you.”
Jack whined, but kept quiet. Alex shoved two fingers into him, roughly moving back and forth. Jack groaned in pleasure, biting his lip to keep from speaking.
Alex was so turned on by the noises Jack was making, he could barely breathe. Want blurred his mind as he removed his fingers, slicked his hard dick up with lube, and slowly pressed into Jack, mouth dropping open with pleasure. After pausing for a moment, he began to move.
Jack was all but screaming his name, trying not to say any words for fear of angering Alex. His hands balled into fists, and he dropped to his elbows. His mind nearly exploded as Alex reached around him and began to pump his dick along with the rhythm of his thrusting. He was incoherent, all he saw in his mind was Alex’s face, and all he could focus on was Alex in him and Alex’s hands on him.
Alex twisted his wrist, and Jack was coming on the floor, streaks of white joining the globs of whipped cream. The no speaking rule forgotten, Jack was yelling Alex’s name, and that was enough to push Alex over the edge with him.
Finished, Jack sunk to the ground, his arms shaking and his eyes closed. Alex pulled out and sunk down next to him, lovingly stroking his hair and kissing the whipped cream off his face. Jack sleepily opened his eyes, smiling at the boy before him.
Alex kissed his nose and wrapped his arm around Jack’s torso. “I think it’s safe to say that I won that battle.”
Jack lazily reached up and swiped some cream off Alex’s cheek with his finger, then poked his tongue out and licked it off. “I accept defeat.”
Author: Laura, aka umbrellabeach55
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jack Barakat/Alex Gaskarth
Summary: Jack was starting to get bored. His eyes wandered around the kitchen before settling on a very promising entertainment source. The can of whipped cream, just sitting there, waiting to be used for icing purposes. Perfect.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Jackary or Alexander. But I do own some whipped cream.
Warnings: Sexy time and some swearing.
Author's Note: You know what they say, when life gives you sick days, stay home and write porn. Haha. Also I probably won't be able to look at a can of whipped cream the same way again, but it was worth it.
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“You could help, you know.”
“Nah, I think it’s more fun to watch and criticize, and eat.”
Jack dipped his finger into the sugar container, drawing out a few particles. He sat on the kitchen counter as his boyfriend, Alex, flitted around making a cake for his niece’s birthday party. When he saw Jack draw his finger from his mouth, he scoffed and took away the sugar.
“Do you realize how bad that is for you?” He asked, pointing the flour covered spoon at Jack.
“Do you think I care?” Jack responded, reaching for the sugar again.
Alex laughed and backed away, keeping it out of Jack’s reach. “If you’re not going to help, then you can’t ruin it by getting Jack-germs into the sugar.”
Jack huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. Swinging his feet, he watched Alex quietly hum along to the radio. He mixed, measured, and poured, consulting the recipe book every few minutes.
Jack was starting to get bored. His eyes wandered around the kitchen, before settling on a very promising entertainment source. The can of whipped cream, just sitting there waiting to be used for icing purposes. Perfect.
He watched Alex, waiting until his back was turned. When he turned to the fridge in search of more eggs, Jack reached out and grabbed the can, quick as a ninja. He hid it behind his back, smiling at Alex as he danced back to the counter with a carton of eggs in hand.
Jack waited like a lioness stalking her kill. When he was sure Alex was thoroughly engrossed in his task, he slowly reached behind his back and worked the cap off the top, then positioned his finger just right.
He was ready.
He waited just a few moments more, until Alex didn’t have any uncracked eggs in his hand, then he pounced.
Quick as a lightning flash, he whipped the can out from behind his back and pressed the nozzle down, hitting Alex in the side of the neck and face with the stream.
“JACK!” Alex shouted, dropping the spoon in his hand. His mouth was hanging open, eyes wide in shock. Whipped cream dripped down the side of his face and onto his shoulders. He turned to face him, still in a state of disbelief, as Jack tried and failed to not burst out laughing.
“You little fuck!” Alex exclaimed. He reached up to touch his face, and gently searched his hair. “You fucking got it in my hair!”
Jack could barely breathe. He was doubled over, lying on his side on top of the counter. “Oh my god, you, your face, oh my god-“ His laughter drowned out his words, and he brought his hands to his aching stomach.
Alex moved in closer, now seeking revenge. He took note of the forgotten can sitting on the counter next to Jack, who was in tears by now.
“You are soooooo gonna pay,” He growled playfully. He grabbed the can and pointed it at Jack.
“No, I beg of you,” Jack choked out, jumping down from the counter as fast as he could.
“Don’t you want to match me, Jack-o?” Alex smirked, pressing down on the nozzle.
Whipped cream flew out of the can and splattered onto the younger boy, coating his front with white. He shrunk down, attempting to shield himself with his arms, but still laughing hysterically. “No! Mercy! I have committed no crime!”
“You got cream on my favorite shirt!”
“I have committed one crime! I repent!”
“Too bad,” Alex laughed. He jumped on Jack, tackling him to the ground. Jack wriggled and flailed, trying to wrench the can from Alex’s grip. Alex laughed and kept spraying him, but in the struggle the nozzle began to go haywire, jerking all around and coating their surroundings in cream as well.
They kept wrestling, Alex not willing to give up so easily. But all of a sudden, when they were lying horizontal to each other, Jack had Alex’s hand manipulated so that the can was pointing towards Alex’s face, and the steady stream of whipped cream stopped.
Both boys froze, looking at the can. “I guess it ran out,” Jack said. He loosened his grip on Alex’s hand, who then dropped the can to the floor. They looked at each other.
Alex was grinning like a fool. His hair was coated, brown tufts sticking out of the white. He had cream smeared all over his face, and a distinct handprint on his chest where Jack had gone for a direct hit. Jack was worse off. His entire body was covered in white. He even had a beard of whipped cream.
“You look like a snowman,” Alex said, his face inches from Jack.
“You look like a ninety year-old,” Jack retorted, looking at Alex’s hair.
Alex laughed and kissed Jack. Jack grinned into the kiss before settling his mouth onto Alex’s. They slid closer to each other, their lips still sealed, and Alex rolled on top of Jack, hovering above him on his hands and knees.
Alex flicked his tongue across Jack’s bottom lip and he gladly parted his lips for him. Their tongues wrestled, and soon Alex was fingering the hem of Jack’s t-shirt. Jack sat up, breaking the kiss for a moment, and allowed Alex to slip it off.
“How did you get whipped cream inside your shirt?” Alex marveled.
“Hey, you were the one spraying me,” Jack said, slipping Alex’s shirt off as well.
Alex grinned and pushed Jack down once more, his mouth going straight for the cream on Jack’s chest. He kissed and licked it off him, section by section, and Jack was left panting at the hot, wet marks Alex left on him.
As Alex pulled away to remove his jeans, Jack whined, but stripped his off as well. Once naked, Alex moved off of Jack, communicating through a look what he wanted him to do. Jack gladly followed him, spreading Alex’s legs and taking him into his mouth. He hollowed his cheeks and bobbed up and down, pausing to run his tongue over the head every few moments. He kept a firm hold on Alex’s hipbones and rubbed circles with his thumbs, knowing how much he loved that. Alex moaned and wove his fingers through Jack’s hair, pressing his mouth down farther onto his dick. Jack didn’t protest, and was soon deep-throating him.
Alex was panting, he was close, but he removed himself from Jack’s mouth, wanting to last longer for Jack. Jack watched him, waiting for an order.
“On your hands and knees, whore.”
Jack obliged, turning his back to Alex and exposing himself, giving Alex the opportunity to do whatever he wanted. Alex ran his hands down Jack’s back, and the boy shuddered. Alex smirked; he loved how he could make Jack feel this good by a simple touch.
Gently, he teased Jack with his finger, just barely entering him. Jack moaned, “Just get on with it.”
Alex made a sound of disbelief, and without warning swung his hand against Jack’s ass. When Jack cried out, he said, “I’ll take as much time as I want, now shut the fuck up. I don’t want to hear any more words out of you.”
Jack whined, but kept quiet. Alex shoved two fingers into him, roughly moving back and forth. Jack groaned in pleasure, biting his lip to keep from speaking.
Alex was so turned on by the noises Jack was making, he could barely breathe. Want blurred his mind as he removed his fingers, slicked his hard dick up with lube, and slowly pressed into Jack, mouth dropping open with pleasure. After pausing for a moment, he began to move.
Jack was all but screaming his name, trying not to say any words for fear of angering Alex. His hands balled into fists, and he dropped to his elbows. His mind nearly exploded as Alex reached around him and began to pump his dick along with the rhythm of his thrusting. He was incoherent, all he saw in his mind was Alex’s face, and all he could focus on was Alex in him and Alex’s hands on him.
Alex twisted his wrist, and Jack was coming on the floor, streaks of white joining the globs of whipped cream. The no speaking rule forgotten, Jack was yelling Alex’s name, and that was enough to push Alex over the edge with him.
Finished, Jack sunk to the ground, his arms shaking and his eyes closed. Alex pulled out and sunk down next to him, lovingly stroking his hair and kissing the whipped cream off his face. Jack sleepily opened his eyes, smiling at the boy before him.
Alex kissed his nose and wrapped his arm around Jack’s torso. “I think it’s safe to say that I won that battle.”
Jack lazily reached up and swiped some cream off Alex’s cheek with his finger, then poked his tongue out and licked it off. “I accept defeat.”