Whisper
Title: Whisper
Author: Laura, ( umbrellabeach55 )
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Merrikat
Summary: It was like Zack was on a thrilling, sexy roller coaster. He was in no way in control of the ride, but it made him feel fucking awesome, and he would get back in line again and again and again. And it was only Jack that could make him feel this way.
Disclaimer: Don't own the boys.
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If you were to talk to Jack for five minutes, he would fool you.
A normal bystander would never see past his bubbly, social, and generally happy exterior, because he wouldn’t let you.
That was Jack’s true personality, don’t be worried. He wasn’t like a serial killer, putting on a nice façade and then turning around and violently killing 7 people in one night. No, he just had a lovely dark, controlling side, which only came out when he was alone with Zack. And Zack fucking loved it.
He loved the way Jack would interact with fans as if they were the only people in the world, laughing and smiling and bonding. He loved how he would sweetly kiss his cheek and slip his arm around his waist as they waited in line for the movies. He loved when he would leave him a red rose sitting on top of his pillow.
But what he really loved was when they were in Jack’s bed, naked on top of the sheets, and Jack would whisper commands in his ear. No speaking was the rule, except for the safe word of course, and Zack was happy to oblige. Jack’s throaty moans and his fingers digging into Zack’s back were enough for him, he didn’t need to ask if whatever felt good. Whatever Jack ordered Zack to do was worth it, because Jack would wordlessly return the favor by making him feel like his heart was going to explode.
It was like Zack was on a thrilling, sexy rollercoaster. He was no way in control of the ride, but it made him feel fucking awesome, and he would get back in line again and again and again. And it was only Jack that could make him feel this way.
***
One night, they were sitting at home in their shared apartment. Zack was sprawled on the couch, and Jack was off doing something somewhere. Zack never really kept track, because he knew Jack would get distracted and flit somewhere else after five minutes. But it did catch his attention when he noticed Jack breezing by him, eyeing him knowingly over his shoulder and declaring “I’m off to shower.”
Zack knew that look. Grinning, he heaved himself from the couch and shuffled into the bathroom, pulling off his shirt and loosening his belt. Jack was already behind the curtain; Zack could hear the stuttered pattern of the water droplets as his boyfriend moved around in the small space. Removing the rest of his clothes, he ruffled his hair and stepped into the spray.
Instantly Jack was on him, spinning him and pushing him back against the wall. Zack whimpered as Jack crushed their lips together, hungrily pushing open his mouth and wrestling his tongue. Zack lazily connected his arms around Jack’s shoulders, rolling his hips against his. He felt the slight prickle of goose bumps on Jack’s arm, and shuffled them closer to the water stream so he could be warm.
Suddenly, Jack pulled away from him, pressing his head in the crook of Zack’s neck, nipping at the skin just below his ear. His boner was insistent on Zack’s thigh, and Zack bucked his hips to grant him some relief.
And then Jack was whispering in his ear.
“You know what I want you to do?”
Zack shook his head in response, half wet hair dripping down his face.
Jack’s voice was rough as he answered, running his hands down Zack’s ribs. “I want to wrap my legs around your waist, have you press me up against this wall, and fuck me until I’m gasping for air.”
Zack was already gasping; Jack had wrapped his hand around his cock and lazily pumped as he spoke. But he nodded, and with arms much stronger than Jack’s, Zack heaved him up, positioning his legs just so and plastered him to the wall. Jack hooked his feet together, locking Zack in. With his lips at Jack’s neck, Zack snaked his hand down and slipped a finger into him.
Jack inhaled sharply, pressing his fingertips into the bumps of Zack’s spine. He exhaled slowly into his ear. “Yes, just like that, fuck me, fuck me do your fucking job you fucking whore-“
Zack nodded frantically, sucking harder on Jack’s slick skin and slipping in another finger. Whimpering, he jerked his own hips up in a useless attempt to find some friction.
He fingered him harder, harder, until Jack was clawing his shoulders and asking for more. Zack shifted his hands to Jack’s thighs to hold him up, and guided himself in.
Jack was panting in the thick steam as Zack began to move. There were fireworks exploding behind his closed eyes, sensations creating colors and movement. His boner bobbed as Zack pushed into him in a steady rhythm. He whispered in Zack’s ear how good this was, what a good slut he was, strings of curses and moans so dirty they made Zack’s dick throb. Zack wanted so badly to touch himself but he was under Jack’s control, manipulated by his touch and his breath in his ear.
He was slamming into Jack, hands gripping his ass to support him as he moved more frantically. Jack’s head was laid back against the shower wall, hair slicked away from his face. He looked down at him when he was close, slightly pinching Zack’s neck to get him to acknowledge his gaze. The boy’s eyes flew open, and there were Jack’s deep brown ones looking right at him, filled with lust. He moved into Jack harder still, not breaking their eye contact until Jack was coming. Eyes slipping shut, he was screaming Zack’s name, digging his heels into his spine.
When Jack was finished, they stood for a moment before Zack hazily pulled out and set him down. Jack immediately kneeled and set to work on him, pooling spit in his mouth and coating Zack’s dick in it. He pushed his head down, down, until he was nearly swallowing him. He massaged Zack’s balls as he bobbed his head, and with a final swipe of his tongue across the head of Zack’s dick, Zack was coming. Jack held his mouth open, collecting all of it until he was done. Looking up at him, he let a bit drip out and swirl with the water pooling in the shower before swallowing the rest.
Zack grinned at him, pushing Jack’s dripping hair out of his eyes. Jack stood, planting a kiss on Zack’s cheek and lightly spanking him.
“You’re the best,” Jack murmured.
Chuckling, Zack gazed at him. “Only because I do what you say.”
Heart swelling, Jack kissed him. They were still for a moment, and then Jack was reaching behind him for the shaving cream can and squirting Zack.
“Dude!” Zack exclaimed in shock. “You are so going to get it.”
And the two of them played, laughing and smearing shaving cream on each other, then washing clean. Later, when they were dry and Jack dozing off on his lap, it was Zack’s turn to whisper to him. Soft, in his ear. Just three little words.
Author: Laura, ( umbrellabeach55 )
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Merrikat
Summary: It was like Zack was on a thrilling, sexy roller coaster. He was in no way in control of the ride, but it made him feel fucking awesome, and he would get back in line again and again and again. And it was only Jack that could make him feel this way.
Disclaimer: Don't own the boys.
Tumblr
If you were to talk to Jack for five minutes, he would fool you.
A normal bystander would never see past his bubbly, social, and generally happy exterior, because he wouldn’t let you.
That was Jack’s true personality, don’t be worried. He wasn’t like a serial killer, putting on a nice façade and then turning around and violently killing 7 people in one night. No, he just had a lovely dark, controlling side, which only came out when he was alone with Zack. And Zack fucking loved it.
He loved the way Jack would interact with fans as if they were the only people in the world, laughing and smiling and bonding. He loved how he would sweetly kiss his cheek and slip his arm around his waist as they waited in line for the movies. He loved when he would leave him a red rose sitting on top of his pillow.
But what he really loved was when they were in Jack’s bed, naked on top of the sheets, and Jack would whisper commands in his ear. No speaking was the rule, except for the safe word of course, and Zack was happy to oblige. Jack’s throaty moans and his fingers digging into Zack’s back were enough for him, he didn’t need to ask if whatever felt good. Whatever Jack ordered Zack to do was worth it, because Jack would wordlessly return the favor by making him feel like his heart was going to explode.
It was like Zack was on a thrilling, sexy rollercoaster. He was no way in control of the ride, but it made him feel fucking awesome, and he would get back in line again and again and again. And it was only Jack that could make him feel this way.
***
One night, they were sitting at home in their shared apartment. Zack was sprawled on the couch, and Jack was off doing something somewhere. Zack never really kept track, because he knew Jack would get distracted and flit somewhere else after five minutes. But it did catch his attention when he noticed Jack breezing by him, eyeing him knowingly over his shoulder and declaring “I’m off to shower.”
Zack knew that look. Grinning, he heaved himself from the couch and shuffled into the bathroom, pulling off his shirt and loosening his belt. Jack was already behind the curtain; Zack could hear the stuttered pattern of the water droplets as his boyfriend moved around in the small space. Removing the rest of his clothes, he ruffled his hair and stepped into the spray.
Instantly Jack was on him, spinning him and pushing him back against the wall. Zack whimpered as Jack crushed their lips together, hungrily pushing open his mouth and wrestling his tongue. Zack lazily connected his arms around Jack’s shoulders, rolling his hips against his. He felt the slight prickle of goose bumps on Jack’s arm, and shuffled them closer to the water stream so he could be warm.
Suddenly, Jack pulled away from him, pressing his head in the crook of Zack’s neck, nipping at the skin just below his ear. His boner was insistent on Zack’s thigh, and Zack bucked his hips to grant him some relief.
And then Jack was whispering in his ear.
“You know what I want you to do?”
Zack shook his head in response, half wet hair dripping down his face.
Jack’s voice was rough as he answered, running his hands down Zack’s ribs. “I want to wrap my legs around your waist, have you press me up against this wall, and fuck me until I’m gasping for air.”
Zack was already gasping; Jack had wrapped his hand around his cock and lazily pumped as he spoke. But he nodded, and with arms much stronger than Jack’s, Zack heaved him up, positioning his legs just so and plastered him to the wall. Jack hooked his feet together, locking Zack in. With his lips at Jack’s neck, Zack snaked his hand down and slipped a finger into him.
Jack inhaled sharply, pressing his fingertips into the bumps of Zack’s spine. He exhaled slowly into his ear. “Yes, just like that, fuck me, fuck me do your fucking job you fucking whore-“
Zack nodded frantically, sucking harder on Jack’s slick skin and slipping in another finger. Whimpering, he jerked his own hips up in a useless attempt to find some friction.
He fingered him harder, harder, until Jack was clawing his shoulders and asking for more. Zack shifted his hands to Jack’s thighs to hold him up, and guided himself in.
Jack was panting in the thick steam as Zack began to move. There were fireworks exploding behind his closed eyes, sensations creating colors and movement. His boner bobbed as Zack pushed into him in a steady rhythm. He whispered in Zack’s ear how good this was, what a good slut he was, strings of curses and moans so dirty they made Zack’s dick throb. Zack wanted so badly to touch himself but he was under Jack’s control, manipulated by his touch and his breath in his ear.
He was slamming into Jack, hands gripping his ass to support him as he moved more frantically. Jack’s head was laid back against the shower wall, hair slicked away from his face. He looked down at him when he was close, slightly pinching Zack’s neck to get him to acknowledge his gaze. The boy’s eyes flew open, and there were Jack’s deep brown ones looking right at him, filled with lust. He moved into Jack harder still, not breaking their eye contact until Jack was coming. Eyes slipping shut, he was screaming Zack’s name, digging his heels into his spine.
When Jack was finished, they stood for a moment before Zack hazily pulled out and set him down. Jack immediately kneeled and set to work on him, pooling spit in his mouth and coating Zack’s dick in it. He pushed his head down, down, until he was nearly swallowing him. He massaged Zack’s balls as he bobbed his head, and with a final swipe of his tongue across the head of Zack’s dick, Zack was coming. Jack held his mouth open, collecting all of it until he was done. Looking up at him, he let a bit drip out and swirl with the water pooling in the shower before swallowing the rest.
Zack grinned at him, pushing Jack’s dripping hair out of his eyes. Jack stood, planting a kiss on Zack’s cheek and lightly spanking him.
“You’re the best,” Jack murmured.
Chuckling, Zack gazed at him. “Only because I do what you say.”
Heart swelling, Jack kissed him. They were still for a moment, and then Jack was reaching behind him for the shaving cream can and squirting Zack.
“Dude!” Zack exclaimed in shock. “You are so going to get it.”
And the two of them played, laughing and smearing shaving cream on each other, then washing clean. Later, when they were dry and Jack dozing off on his lap, it was Zack’s turn to whisper to him. Soft, in his ear. Just three little words.