Come Over (I Need You)
Title: Come Over (I Need You)
Author: Laura, aka umbrellabeach55
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Merrikat
Summary: Jack was a night owl, and liked to text Zack at ungodly hours at night, wanting to know useless shit like who was that certain extra in that certain movie. But this time was different.
Disclaimer/Warning: I don't own anyone or anything except for my storyline. Which is pure porn.
Author's Note: First time tackling a sexting fic! I figured I'd try my hand at it because I don't think I've ever seen a merrikat one in the fanfiction world. As always, thanks to Eve ( atlaregay ) for being the first reader and supplying feedback.
My tumblr can be found here.
Zack had been asleep for only two hours when he was jerked awake again. His room was dark, the moon visible outside the open window, everything still and quiet. He was lying half-awake in his bed, blinking and trying to figure out what shook him out of sleep, when his phone vibrated. Squinting at the bright screen, he saw had two new messages.
Jack Barakat: Zack
Jack Barakat: Zack I need you
He was relieved that it was just his boyfriend. He should’ve known. Jack was a night owl, and liked to text him at ungodly hours, wanting to know useless shit like who was that certain extra in that certain movie. Zack fumbled for his phone and typed a lazy response.
What do you need babe
Jack Barakat: I’m so hot for you right now
Zack grinned at the message, turning on his bedside lamp and rolling onto his back.
Oh really?
Jack Barakat: If you were here, tell me what you’d do to me. Please
Biting his lip, Zack let himself imagine the scenario.
If I was in your room right now, first I’d lay you on your back and run my hands down your chest, and kiss that spot under your ear that you like so much. I’d take my time, slowly slipping off your shirt and those orange boxers you sleep in. I’d suck at your nipples and trail my mouth down your stomach to feel your hipbones, biting and kissing you until you were shivering.
Jack Barakat: I’m so hard right now, so hard for you Zack please tell me more keep going
He chuckled at the hurriedness of the text, imaging Jack fumbling with his phone with one hand as he jerked off with the other.
Just when you couldn’t take it anymore, I’d finally move my mouth onto your dick, taking in as much of it as I could until I was practically swallowing you down. I’d run my tongue over every inch of you and lightly graze at the underside with my teeth, because I know you love the contrast of the friction with the slickness of my tongue.
Jack Barakat: I need you so bad right now. I need you to touch me
Zack’s heartbeat accelerated. He gripped his phone tightly, swallowed, and typed an impulsive response.
Come over
Jack Barakat: I’ll be there in 10 minutes
The 10 minutes that it took Jack to get to his house were the longest of Zack’s life. It took every inch of willpower for him not to touch himself and save it for Jack. He lay flat on his back, fists clenched at his side. He couldn’t stop thinking about Jack, about smooth, pale skin, about fingers in his hair and warm lips on his. He was so hard he was throbbing.
He jumped out of bed as soon as he heard a knock on the door. Bounding down the hall, he wrenched the door open to his boyfriend standing on his porch, barefoot and clad only in his orange boxers.
Zack felt all the air leave his lungs. “I can’t believe you drove all the way here like that.”
Smirking, Jack stepped into the house and shut the door. His eyes were hungry, sweeping over Zack’s body, taking him in. “I couldn’t wait long enough to put on a t-shirt.”
And then Zack was on him, kissing frantically at his already parted lips. He lifted Jack and wrapped his legs around his bare waist, one hand sliding along the wall to guide them back to the bedroom.
Door slamming open, Zack dropped Jack back on the bed, kneeling on all fours above him and attacking his collarbone with his mouth. Jack moaned into his ear, deep-toned and filthy, his hands clawing at Zack’s muscular back. Just as he described in his text, Zack trailed his mouth down the center of Jack’s torso, pausing to suck and pinch at his nipples. When he reached the bottom of his v-line, Jack’s back was arching, the moans coming out of him long and loud, begging Zack for more.
When he reached the waistband of Jack’s boxers he pulled back, removing his body completely from Jack. The other whimpered, sitting up and reaching for Zack again, his hard-on tenting the thin fabric of his boxers.
Zack shuffled to the edge of the bed, sitting and motioning for Jack to follow him. Jack scrambled forward, his eyes wide, and Zack laid him on his stomach over his lap. Slowly, carefully, he slipped Jack’s boxers off, revealing his perfect ass. Jack’s fists clenched under his chest as his boner popped out onto Zack’s thigh, the slight touch terrifyingly torturous.
Boxers discarded on the floor, Zack cupped Jack’s ass in his hands, kneading at the skin and smacking it lightly. He presented his fingers to Jack, who gladly took them in his mouth, slicking his tongue over each digit until they were coated with saliva.
When he was satisfied, Zack removed his fingers from Jack’s mouth and spread him, promptly slipping the first finger in. Jack gasped, his heart racing, grinding into Zack’s lap as Zack fingered him slowly.
“Jesus fucking fuck Zack, more, more, please more,” Jack groaned, shoving his face into the bedspread. “I need more,” he whined, his words muffled by the blankets.
Zack obeyed, slipping another finger in. Jack was panting, fidgeting, as Zack gently and carefully stretched him. He was already a little loose, and Zack relished the thought of Jack fingering himself, alone in his room and spread out on his bed.
After five minutes of gentle torture, Jack had had enough. “For the love of Christ Zack, please just fuck me,” he growled.
So Zack withdrew his fingers, smirking, and let Jack roll off him and scramble back up to the head of the bed. He stood and finally removed his own boxers, searching in his dresser drawers for his bottle of lube and stash of condoms. He successfully located both, rolling on a condom and expertly slicking himself up before crawling up the bed to where Jack was waiting.
They connected their mouths again, Jack grabbing at the back of Zack’s neck as he wrapped his legs around Zack’s hips to pull him closer. Zack paused long enough to whisper, “Switch me,” and Jack spun out of the way to let him lay down.
Jack positioned himself above him, legs straddling his hips and hands secured on the headboard. Glancing down at Zack, he nodded, and Zack slowly slid into him.
Jack cried out, his mouth dropping open and eyes screwing shut as Zack filled every inch of him and began to move. The steady sound of skin slapping on skin joined Jack’s rough moans and Zack’s soft whimpers. Zack held Jack’s hips with both hands, fingers digging into his skin as he guided him down again and again. Jack’s grip tightened on the headboard, his nails scratching off tiny shavings of wood, his fingers flexing each time Zack slid into him.
Zack’s movements grew sloppier and more frantic as he rammed as hard as he could into Jack. He used one hand to keep slamming Jack down onto him, and the other he wrapped around Jack’s dick, jerking him off to the same beat. He could feel himself getting close, but he wanted to keep going for just a little while longer.
“On your knees,” Zack panted, pulling out. Jack nearly jumped off him, scrambling around and propping himself up on his knees and elbows. He let his head fall, black fringe brushing the bed as he closed his eyes and waited.
Zack shuffled over, giving his dick a few quick jerks. Jack was ready, ass in the air, and Zack positioned himself between Jack’s legs and pushed in once again.
Jack’s head whipped up as he cried out. Zack reached out and entwined one hand in his long hair, pulling a little too hard for comfort. Jack’s moans went up in pitch at the slight pain and it was the sexiest thing Zack had ever heard. He used his other hand to alternate between holding on to Jack’s hip and spanking him just a little too hard, enough that he could see the skin begin to redden with each slap. Jack was rolling his hips as Zack slammed into him, his ass bouncing with each movement, and Zack found himself wishing he had a camera to record this. He’d never seen Jack look as hot as he did now and he wanted to remember it forever.
But Jack’s body was clenching around him, and he was moaning like he was in a fucking porno, and it was too much, and Zack was losing control.
Zack’s cries hitched up as he let go, and Jack nearly screamed as his own dick jerked and he let go as well. The stars behind his eyelids were exploding, the blinding light filling each of his senses, making him gasp and his muscles clench. They crackled and popped and slowly faded away, one by one, leaving him exhausted.
The meteor shower over, he finally relaxed, and he sank down onto the blankets after Zack pulled out of him and untangled his fist from his hair. Zack quickly hopped off the bed and disposed of his condom in the trash can next to his nightstand. Climbing back on, he lay with his head on his pillow and tugged Jack up next to him.
The two lay still, arms touching. Turning to smile at Jack, Zack slipped his hand into his, intertwining their fingers. The room was quiet as they each caught their breath.
Finally, Jack spoke.
“That was absolutely amazing.”
“It really was,” Zack whispered.
Rolling onto his side, Jack nuzzled into Zack’s shoulder. “You’re definitely going to want to check your phone tomorrow night.”
Author: Laura, aka umbrellabeach55
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Merrikat
Summary: Jack was a night owl, and liked to text Zack at ungodly hours at night, wanting to know useless shit like who was that certain extra in that certain movie. But this time was different.
Disclaimer/Warning: I don't own anyone or anything except for my storyline. Which is pure porn.
Author's Note: First time tackling a sexting fic! I figured I'd try my hand at it because I don't think I've ever seen a merrikat one in the fanfiction world. As always, thanks to Eve ( atlaregay ) for being the first reader and supplying feedback.
My tumblr can be found here.
Zack had been asleep for only two hours when he was jerked awake again. His room was dark, the moon visible outside the open window, everything still and quiet. He was lying half-awake in his bed, blinking and trying to figure out what shook him out of sleep, when his phone vibrated. Squinting at the bright screen, he saw had two new messages.
Jack Barakat: Zack
Jack Barakat: Zack I need you
He was relieved that it was just his boyfriend. He should’ve known. Jack was a night owl, and liked to text him at ungodly hours, wanting to know useless shit like who was that certain extra in that certain movie. Zack fumbled for his phone and typed a lazy response.
What do you need babe
Jack Barakat: I’m so hot for you right now
Zack grinned at the message, turning on his bedside lamp and rolling onto his back.
Oh really?
Jack Barakat: If you were here, tell me what you’d do to me. Please
Biting his lip, Zack let himself imagine the scenario.
If I was in your room right now, first I’d lay you on your back and run my hands down your chest, and kiss that spot under your ear that you like so much. I’d take my time, slowly slipping off your shirt and those orange boxers you sleep in. I’d suck at your nipples and trail my mouth down your stomach to feel your hipbones, biting and kissing you until you were shivering.
Jack Barakat: I’m so hard right now, so hard for you Zack please tell me more keep going
He chuckled at the hurriedness of the text, imaging Jack fumbling with his phone with one hand as he jerked off with the other.
Just when you couldn’t take it anymore, I’d finally move my mouth onto your dick, taking in as much of it as I could until I was practically swallowing you down. I’d run my tongue over every inch of you and lightly graze at the underside with my teeth, because I know you love the contrast of the friction with the slickness of my tongue.
Jack Barakat: I need you so bad right now. I need you to touch me
Zack’s heartbeat accelerated. He gripped his phone tightly, swallowed, and typed an impulsive response.
Come over
Jack Barakat: I’ll be there in 10 minutes
The 10 minutes that it took Jack to get to his house were the longest of Zack’s life. It took every inch of willpower for him not to touch himself and save it for Jack. He lay flat on his back, fists clenched at his side. He couldn’t stop thinking about Jack, about smooth, pale skin, about fingers in his hair and warm lips on his. He was so hard he was throbbing.
He jumped out of bed as soon as he heard a knock on the door. Bounding down the hall, he wrenched the door open to his boyfriend standing on his porch, barefoot and clad only in his orange boxers.
Zack felt all the air leave his lungs. “I can’t believe you drove all the way here like that.”
Smirking, Jack stepped into the house and shut the door. His eyes were hungry, sweeping over Zack’s body, taking him in. “I couldn’t wait long enough to put on a t-shirt.”
And then Zack was on him, kissing frantically at his already parted lips. He lifted Jack and wrapped his legs around his bare waist, one hand sliding along the wall to guide them back to the bedroom.
Door slamming open, Zack dropped Jack back on the bed, kneeling on all fours above him and attacking his collarbone with his mouth. Jack moaned into his ear, deep-toned and filthy, his hands clawing at Zack’s muscular back. Just as he described in his text, Zack trailed his mouth down the center of Jack’s torso, pausing to suck and pinch at his nipples. When he reached the bottom of his v-line, Jack’s back was arching, the moans coming out of him long and loud, begging Zack for more.
When he reached the waistband of Jack’s boxers he pulled back, removing his body completely from Jack. The other whimpered, sitting up and reaching for Zack again, his hard-on tenting the thin fabric of his boxers.
Zack shuffled to the edge of the bed, sitting and motioning for Jack to follow him. Jack scrambled forward, his eyes wide, and Zack laid him on his stomach over his lap. Slowly, carefully, he slipped Jack’s boxers off, revealing his perfect ass. Jack’s fists clenched under his chest as his boner popped out onto Zack’s thigh, the slight touch terrifyingly torturous.
Boxers discarded on the floor, Zack cupped Jack’s ass in his hands, kneading at the skin and smacking it lightly. He presented his fingers to Jack, who gladly took them in his mouth, slicking his tongue over each digit until they were coated with saliva.
When he was satisfied, Zack removed his fingers from Jack’s mouth and spread him, promptly slipping the first finger in. Jack gasped, his heart racing, grinding into Zack’s lap as Zack fingered him slowly.
“Jesus fucking fuck Zack, more, more, please more,” Jack groaned, shoving his face into the bedspread. “I need more,” he whined, his words muffled by the blankets.
Zack obeyed, slipping another finger in. Jack was panting, fidgeting, as Zack gently and carefully stretched him. He was already a little loose, and Zack relished the thought of Jack fingering himself, alone in his room and spread out on his bed.
After five minutes of gentle torture, Jack had had enough. “For the love of Christ Zack, please just fuck me,” he growled.
So Zack withdrew his fingers, smirking, and let Jack roll off him and scramble back up to the head of the bed. He stood and finally removed his own boxers, searching in his dresser drawers for his bottle of lube and stash of condoms. He successfully located both, rolling on a condom and expertly slicking himself up before crawling up the bed to where Jack was waiting.
They connected their mouths again, Jack grabbing at the back of Zack’s neck as he wrapped his legs around Zack’s hips to pull him closer. Zack paused long enough to whisper, “Switch me,” and Jack spun out of the way to let him lay down.
Jack positioned himself above him, legs straddling his hips and hands secured on the headboard. Glancing down at Zack, he nodded, and Zack slowly slid into him.
Jack cried out, his mouth dropping open and eyes screwing shut as Zack filled every inch of him and began to move. The steady sound of skin slapping on skin joined Jack’s rough moans and Zack’s soft whimpers. Zack held Jack’s hips with both hands, fingers digging into his skin as he guided him down again and again. Jack’s grip tightened on the headboard, his nails scratching off tiny shavings of wood, his fingers flexing each time Zack slid into him.
Zack’s movements grew sloppier and more frantic as he rammed as hard as he could into Jack. He used one hand to keep slamming Jack down onto him, and the other he wrapped around Jack’s dick, jerking him off to the same beat. He could feel himself getting close, but he wanted to keep going for just a little while longer.
“On your knees,” Zack panted, pulling out. Jack nearly jumped off him, scrambling around and propping himself up on his knees and elbows. He let his head fall, black fringe brushing the bed as he closed his eyes and waited.
Zack shuffled over, giving his dick a few quick jerks. Jack was ready, ass in the air, and Zack positioned himself between Jack’s legs and pushed in once again.
Jack’s head whipped up as he cried out. Zack reached out and entwined one hand in his long hair, pulling a little too hard for comfort. Jack’s moans went up in pitch at the slight pain and it was the sexiest thing Zack had ever heard. He used his other hand to alternate between holding on to Jack’s hip and spanking him just a little too hard, enough that he could see the skin begin to redden with each slap. Jack was rolling his hips as Zack slammed into him, his ass bouncing with each movement, and Zack found himself wishing he had a camera to record this. He’d never seen Jack look as hot as he did now and he wanted to remember it forever.
But Jack’s body was clenching around him, and he was moaning like he was in a fucking porno, and it was too much, and Zack was losing control.
Zack’s cries hitched up as he let go, and Jack nearly screamed as his own dick jerked and he let go as well. The stars behind his eyelids were exploding, the blinding light filling each of his senses, making him gasp and his muscles clench. They crackled and popped and slowly faded away, one by one, leaving him exhausted.
The meteor shower over, he finally relaxed, and he sank down onto the blankets after Zack pulled out of him and untangled his fist from his hair. Zack quickly hopped off the bed and disposed of his condom in the trash can next to his nightstand. Climbing back on, he lay with his head on his pillow and tugged Jack up next to him.
The two lay still, arms touching. Turning to smile at Jack, Zack slipped his hand into his, intertwining their fingers. The room was quiet as they each caught their breath.
Finally, Jack spoke.
“That was absolutely amazing.”
“It really was,” Zack whispered.
Rolling onto his side, Jack nuzzled into Zack’s shoulder. “You’re definitely going to want to check your phone tomorrow night.”