The Perfect Picture of Innocence
Title: The Perfect Picture of Innocence (I've Got You Right Where I Want You)
Author: Laura, ak umbrellabeach55
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Zack Merrick/Jack Barakat
Summary: Zack had made it perfectly clear why he wanted to wait, but Jack had completely ignored him.
Disclaimer: I don't own the two most precious boys in the world.
Warnings: Sexy time.
Author's Notes: This is one of the easiest one-shots I've ever written. Whee. Also the two of them are by far THE CUTEST pairing EVER. Besides good ol' jalex, of course.
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“No.”
“Please?”
“No!”
“Pleeeeeeeease?”
“Jack! Stop asking!”
“Fine, but you’ll pay for this,” the boy said, standing from the couch and disappearing to the back of the bus.
Zack sighed, stretching out on the couch. The band had been on tour for only 4 days, all of which he and his boyfriend Jack had remained celibate. And Jack was making it blatantly obvious that he was completely ready to shed that temporary title, which was starting to get on Zack’s nerves. He wanted to hold out until the boys sprung for a hotel- which, to be fair, was only going to be in a week or so. Bunk sex was irritating; it was too claustrophobic. Zack had made it perfectly clear why he wanted to wait, but Jack had completely ignored him.
And he still wouldn’t. Stop. Asking.
Zack fiddled with his twitter, half-heartedly scrolling through his timeline. It wasn’t that he didn’t want Jack. He was just as sexually frustrated by the boy. Just a few moments ago, before he stormed out of the room like a sullen two year-old, Jack had been poking at his tattoos, outlining the designs and lightly touching the dots. It was all Zack could do to not rip his clothes off then and there and fuck him, in the broad daylight in front of all the windows. But unlike Jack, Zack had self control, and he was going to wait. He was.
“Have you seen my purple shirt?”
Zack glanced up, shaking his head. “No, check around in Alex’s stuff. And nice try bud.”
Jack was standing in the doorway leading to the hallway of bunks, completely naked. Just standing there. Weight shifted back, perfect hipbones and, um, other things jutting out.
“Who said I was trying anything?” he questioned with wide eyes, the perfect picture of innocence.
Zack rolled his eyes.
Jack turned, sauntering back down the hallway. Zack couldn’t tear his eyes away, biting his lip.
Fuck.
~~
That night, Zack lay in his bunk, staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t sleep, but it was whatever. If he was still awake in ten minutes, he decided, then he’d put on a movie.
While silently debating what to watch, he heard a noise. A slight rustling of sheets to his left, in Jack’s bunk. Was he still awake?
When the rustling continued, Zack concluded he was. What was he doing?
And then he heard a whimper.
Are you fucking kidding me, Zack thought.
The whimpers continued, slightly rising in volume. There was no question in Zack’s mind about what Jack was doing, and it was starting to turn him on. It was all he could do to not crawl over there and help him along.
There was a slight pop, a sound made by fingers pulled out of lips, and then a gasp. Zack couldn’t believe it. He was doing that right there? Was the boy trying to kill him? Because it was working.
He slipped his hand beneath his boxers, stroking himself as Jack’s mewls continued. When one mewl was cut off, hitched up in pitch, Zack knew he was finished. Good.
“I hate you,” he said softly.
“Then it’s working,” Jack whispered.
And then he assumed Jack fell asleep, because he didn’t hear any more noise coming from the bunk until he fell asleep himself.
~~
“You guys are fucking awesome!” Jack panted to the crowd. Zack stood with his back to them, tuning his bass and chatting with Rian. “I personally invite all of you to come suck my dick after the show!” Jack yelled again, inducing the loudest screams Zack had ever heard. “Lord knows Zack won’t do it for me.”
The screams grew even louder, if that was even possible, and Zack shook his head. Turning to face the yelling kids, he played it off, smiling and shrugging and sending a fleeting dirty look in Jack’s direction. The sweaty guitarist grinned back at him, adorable, and Zack sighed. But by then Alex had started to introduce the next song, which effectively distracted the always-horny Barakat.
As they played the show, Zack stayed a little less active than usual, keeping his feet on the ground. He was silently planning. Enough was enough. Screw his willpower.
Finally, Alex yelled “I love you all, GOODNIGHT!”, and they all ran off stage. As they filed towards the dressing room, Zack grabbed Jack’s hand, surprising him. They entered the room, and Zack announced, “Don’t you guys wanna go hit up the bar down the street? It’s supposed to be really awesome.”
Alex smirked at the two of them. “Yeah, sounds great,” he said smoothly.
“We’re tired, so we’re gonna go back to the bus and watch a movie,” Zack added, Jack nodding frantically in agreement.
“Have fun, kids,” Rian said, grinning at them knowingly.
Zack pulled Jack out of the room, shutting the door behind them. “Come on, fucktard,” he muttered, half dragging the grinning boy through the halls of the venue and out onto the bus. He shut and locked the bus door, then turned to Jack, who was smiling widely.
“So what movie do you wanna watch, Zackary?”
“Oh, shut up,” Zack said, grabbing the boy and smashing their lips together.
Jack was eager, letting Zack slip his tongue in his mouth and wrestle with his. He ran his hands down his biceps, tracing his tattoos by memory. Zack moaned into Jack’s mouth, and pushed the boy onto the couch.
He straddled him, lowering his face until their eyes were within inches of each other’s. Jack stared at him, pupils dilated with pure lust. Breathing hard, Zack ghosted his hands across the collar of Jack’s t-shirt and murmured, “Will you miss this shirt?”
“Absolutely not,” Jack breathed, and Zack ripped it off him in one clean motion. He then threw his own back into the kitchen area, and Jack yanked his face down to his again, connecting their lips hungrily.
They kissed passionately, impatiently. It was a mess of tongue and teeth and hot breath on each other’s faces. Jack traced the lines of Zack’s abs with his finger, and the next thing he knew Zack was pulling his jeans off.
Completely naked, Zack sat back, removing himself from Jack. “On the floor,” he growled.
Jack scrambled off the couch to the floor, sitting down and spreading his legs.
“Nope, hands and knees.”
Jack obeyed, and Zack shuffled up behind him, kneading his ass. Without warning, he swung his hand and smacked the bare flesh once, twice, three times. Jack cried out, but more in pleasure than pain.
And then Zack’s mouth was at his ear, nibbling slightly. “That was for all your little “enticement strategies” this past week.”
Jack nodded, knowing that if he spoke Zack would repeat his actions, and he just wanted him in him right now. He was so hard it hurt.
Lubing his finger with spit, Zack slowly pushed inside Jack, loving how the boy gasped and gripped the rug on the bus floor. He added fingers, scissoring slightly, until he felt Jack pressing back against him as a signal.
“You’re ready?” he murmured.
“God yes.”
Slowly, carefully, he pushed his dick inside him, reveling in how Jack cried out louder than he ever had before. He began to move, and Jack was shouting, curses and Zack’s name tumbling from his lips. He quickened his pace, slapping his skin against Jack’s and making the sexiest noise ever. The boy was thrown forward from each of Zack’s movements, his hands gripping the carpet so hard he was ripping out fibers.
Their rhythm grew sloppier, more desperate, and soon Zack was coming inside Jack with a shout of his name. He thrust harder to intensify his high, and soon Jack was coming, screaming Zack’s name to the high heavens.
Exhausted, Zack pulled out and collapsed next to Jack’s limp form. He had his eyes shut softly, a content and peaceful look on his face. They lay for a few moments, each catching their breath.
Jack opened his eyes and gazed at his boyfriend. Zack smiled and kissed his cheek. “Happy now?”
“Oh, yes,” Jack reassured him. “I may have whited out for a moment there.”
“I’m just that good,” Zack smirked.
“Yeah, you are.” Jack scooted closer to him, and laid his head on his chest.
“But Jack…”
“Yes, Zack?”
“Your cum is on the carpet.”
“Ehh, we’ll throw a towel over it.”
Author: Laura, ak umbrellabeach55
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Zack Merrick/Jack Barakat
Summary: Zack had made it perfectly clear why he wanted to wait, but Jack had completely ignored him.
Disclaimer: I don't own the two most precious boys in the world.
Warnings: Sexy time.
Author's Notes: This is one of the easiest one-shots I've ever written. Whee. Also the two of them are by far THE CUTEST pairing EVER. Besides good ol' jalex, of course.
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“No.”
“Please?”
“No!”
“Pleeeeeeeease?”
“Jack! Stop asking!”
“Fine, but you’ll pay for this,” the boy said, standing from the couch and disappearing to the back of the bus.
Zack sighed, stretching out on the couch. The band had been on tour for only 4 days, all of which he and his boyfriend Jack had remained celibate. And Jack was making it blatantly obvious that he was completely ready to shed that temporary title, which was starting to get on Zack’s nerves. He wanted to hold out until the boys sprung for a hotel- which, to be fair, was only going to be in a week or so. Bunk sex was irritating; it was too claustrophobic. Zack had made it perfectly clear why he wanted to wait, but Jack had completely ignored him.
And he still wouldn’t. Stop. Asking.
Zack fiddled with his twitter, half-heartedly scrolling through his timeline. It wasn’t that he didn’t want Jack. He was just as sexually frustrated by the boy. Just a few moments ago, before he stormed out of the room like a sullen two year-old, Jack had been poking at his tattoos, outlining the designs and lightly touching the dots. It was all Zack could do to not rip his clothes off then and there and fuck him, in the broad daylight in front of all the windows. But unlike Jack, Zack had self control, and he was going to wait. He was.
“Have you seen my purple shirt?”
Zack glanced up, shaking his head. “No, check around in Alex’s stuff. And nice try bud.”
Jack was standing in the doorway leading to the hallway of bunks, completely naked. Just standing there. Weight shifted back, perfect hipbones and, um, other things jutting out.
“Who said I was trying anything?” he questioned with wide eyes, the perfect picture of innocence.
Zack rolled his eyes.
Jack turned, sauntering back down the hallway. Zack couldn’t tear his eyes away, biting his lip.
Fuck.
~~
That night, Zack lay in his bunk, staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t sleep, but it was whatever. If he was still awake in ten minutes, he decided, then he’d put on a movie.
While silently debating what to watch, he heard a noise. A slight rustling of sheets to his left, in Jack’s bunk. Was he still awake?
When the rustling continued, Zack concluded he was. What was he doing?
And then he heard a whimper.
Are you fucking kidding me, Zack thought.
The whimpers continued, slightly rising in volume. There was no question in Zack’s mind about what Jack was doing, and it was starting to turn him on. It was all he could do to not crawl over there and help him along.
There was a slight pop, a sound made by fingers pulled out of lips, and then a gasp. Zack couldn’t believe it. He was doing that right there? Was the boy trying to kill him? Because it was working.
He slipped his hand beneath his boxers, stroking himself as Jack’s mewls continued. When one mewl was cut off, hitched up in pitch, Zack knew he was finished. Good.
“I hate you,” he said softly.
“Then it’s working,” Jack whispered.
And then he assumed Jack fell asleep, because he didn’t hear any more noise coming from the bunk until he fell asleep himself.
~~
“You guys are fucking awesome!” Jack panted to the crowd. Zack stood with his back to them, tuning his bass and chatting with Rian. “I personally invite all of you to come suck my dick after the show!” Jack yelled again, inducing the loudest screams Zack had ever heard. “Lord knows Zack won’t do it for me.”
The screams grew even louder, if that was even possible, and Zack shook his head. Turning to face the yelling kids, he played it off, smiling and shrugging and sending a fleeting dirty look in Jack’s direction. The sweaty guitarist grinned back at him, adorable, and Zack sighed. But by then Alex had started to introduce the next song, which effectively distracted the always-horny Barakat.
As they played the show, Zack stayed a little less active than usual, keeping his feet on the ground. He was silently planning. Enough was enough. Screw his willpower.
Finally, Alex yelled “I love you all, GOODNIGHT!”, and they all ran off stage. As they filed towards the dressing room, Zack grabbed Jack’s hand, surprising him. They entered the room, and Zack announced, “Don’t you guys wanna go hit up the bar down the street? It’s supposed to be really awesome.”
Alex smirked at the two of them. “Yeah, sounds great,” he said smoothly.
“We’re tired, so we’re gonna go back to the bus and watch a movie,” Zack added, Jack nodding frantically in agreement.
“Have fun, kids,” Rian said, grinning at them knowingly.
Zack pulled Jack out of the room, shutting the door behind them. “Come on, fucktard,” he muttered, half dragging the grinning boy through the halls of the venue and out onto the bus. He shut and locked the bus door, then turned to Jack, who was smiling widely.
“So what movie do you wanna watch, Zackary?”
“Oh, shut up,” Zack said, grabbing the boy and smashing their lips together.
Jack was eager, letting Zack slip his tongue in his mouth and wrestle with his. He ran his hands down his biceps, tracing his tattoos by memory. Zack moaned into Jack’s mouth, and pushed the boy onto the couch.
He straddled him, lowering his face until their eyes were within inches of each other’s. Jack stared at him, pupils dilated with pure lust. Breathing hard, Zack ghosted his hands across the collar of Jack’s t-shirt and murmured, “Will you miss this shirt?”
“Absolutely not,” Jack breathed, and Zack ripped it off him in one clean motion. He then threw his own back into the kitchen area, and Jack yanked his face down to his again, connecting their lips hungrily.
They kissed passionately, impatiently. It was a mess of tongue and teeth and hot breath on each other’s faces. Jack traced the lines of Zack’s abs with his finger, and the next thing he knew Zack was pulling his jeans off.
Completely naked, Zack sat back, removing himself from Jack. “On the floor,” he growled.
Jack scrambled off the couch to the floor, sitting down and spreading his legs.
“Nope, hands and knees.”
Jack obeyed, and Zack shuffled up behind him, kneading his ass. Without warning, he swung his hand and smacked the bare flesh once, twice, three times. Jack cried out, but more in pleasure than pain.
And then Zack’s mouth was at his ear, nibbling slightly. “That was for all your little “enticement strategies” this past week.”
Jack nodded, knowing that if he spoke Zack would repeat his actions, and he just wanted him in him right now. He was so hard it hurt.
Lubing his finger with spit, Zack slowly pushed inside Jack, loving how the boy gasped and gripped the rug on the bus floor. He added fingers, scissoring slightly, until he felt Jack pressing back against him as a signal.
“You’re ready?” he murmured.
“God yes.”
Slowly, carefully, he pushed his dick inside him, reveling in how Jack cried out louder than he ever had before. He began to move, and Jack was shouting, curses and Zack’s name tumbling from his lips. He quickened his pace, slapping his skin against Jack’s and making the sexiest noise ever. The boy was thrown forward from each of Zack’s movements, his hands gripping the carpet so hard he was ripping out fibers.
Their rhythm grew sloppier, more desperate, and soon Zack was coming inside Jack with a shout of his name. He thrust harder to intensify his high, and soon Jack was coming, screaming Zack’s name to the high heavens.
Exhausted, Zack pulled out and collapsed next to Jack’s limp form. He had his eyes shut softly, a content and peaceful look on his face. They lay for a few moments, each catching their breath.
Jack opened his eyes and gazed at his boyfriend. Zack smiled and kissed his cheek. “Happy now?”
“Oh, yes,” Jack reassured him. “I may have whited out for a moment there.”
“I’m just that good,” Zack smirked.
“Yeah, you are.” Jack scooted closer to him, and laid his head on his chest.
“But Jack…”
“Yes, Zack?”
“Your cum is on the carpet.”
“Ehh, we’ll throw a towel over it.”