3 am
Title: 3 am
Author: Laura (umbrellabeach55)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Merrikat
Summary: It was 3 am, and Zack was wide awake.
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys.
Warning: This piece is basically straight up sex.
A/N: So this is an old fic, one of my first. I thought I'd take it and edit it so that it's more realistic and just better in general. I also changed it from jalex to merrikat, because merrikat is cool. I have too much time on my hands.
Here's my tumblr.
It was 3 am, and Zack was wide awake.
He was always like this when they kicked off a tour. He tried to bottle up his excitement and get the sleep he knew he needed, but it just smirked and deliberately set up camp in his brain. Tired turned to tried, and soon he just accepted it.
The band was headed to New Jersey from Baltimore for their first show of the tour. Zack couldn’t wait to settle into the routine: sound checks in the morning, m&g in the afternoon, shows, signings afterward, occasional parties on the bus at night. He loved only doing his laundry once in a while, eating like shit, and spending loads of time with his best friends. Sometimes he felt like the people he toured with were more of a family to him than his real family back home in Baltimore.
Sighing, he clicked on the tiny reading light he kept fastened to the little storage pouch hanging from the bus wall. He rolled over to face the curtain that shielded his bunk from the aisle. He stared blankly at it for a few minutes, trying to think of something to do, then decided he needed someone to share his buzz with. He fumbled for his phone under his pillow, selected his bandmate’s name, and typed a quick “are you awake” message. Pressing send, he let his hand fall, then tuned his ears to the bunk across the aisle.
It was about 30 seconds until he heard a faint vibration. It was quiet for a heartbeat, then he heard the slight rustling of sheets and his phone vibrated in his hand. It was a text from Jack.
Excited?
As always, Zack typed back. Come over here and share it with me?
Zack heard a soft sigh, then the sound of Jack’s bunk curtain opening. Soon he was greeted by his curtain gently parting and Jack’s dark brown eye peering at him.
Zack grinned, and scooted over as far as he could, making room for Jack. Jack climbed sleepily in next to him, squinting at the sudden light. Zack slipped one arm over Jack’s waist and one under his neck to support him.
“Hi,” Zack whispered, hugging him tightly.
“Hey,” Jack mumbled.
They were silent for a moment. “This tour’s gonna be great, isn’t it.”
Jack yawned and nuzzled his face into Zack's bare chest. “Yeah,” he slurred. “Record’s great. Kids are gonna love it.”
Zack laughed softly. “You’re really tired, aren’t you.”
Jack hummed in response, burying his face further into Zack's skin.
Zack poked him lightly in the ribs. “Wake up, bud, don’t fall asleep…”
Jack merely sighed, his breath evening out.
Zack rolled his eyes.
Moving as slowly as he could, Zack reached down to the waistband of Jack’s boxers. He toyed with the elastic, dipping his fingers under it every so often, wondering when Jack was going to notice.
Jack remained unaware, sleeping quietly on. Light as a feather, Zack pushed his hand inside the clothing and ran his fingers down Jack’s length, rubbing his thumb slightly over the head. He smirked as Jack’s eyes finally popped open.
“Hi again,” Zack whispered. Jack’s eyes were as wide as saucers as he struggled to figure out exactly what was going on.
Zack continued to toy with him, tracing circles and zig-zags over his warm skin.
“Zack,” Jack stuttered, “Can’t. We’re gonna wake up everyone.”
“Never stopped us before,” Zack whispered. “Just stay quiet, okay?” He turned his head and kissed the other boy’s nose, while slowly wrapping his hand around his dick and squeezing slightly. Jack whimpered, and Zack knew he had won him over.
Zack began to jerk him slowly and carefully, aware that Jack’s nerves were sensitive when he was sleepy. He took his time, pumping his hand gently and steadily. He circled his thumb slightly around the head of Jack’s dick, biting his lip when he heard Jack emit a soft oh. He could feel him getting hard as he worked, and he increased his tempo to accommodate.
Jack was rock-hard in a matter of minutes, his fists gripping the loose bed sheets. He bit his lip, trying with all his might to stifle the noises that were begging to escape his throat. Zack glanced at him as he worked, his heart picking up the pace when he saw Jack’s scrunched up face. Damn.
Jack was beginning to buck his hips, asking for more contact. Zack craned his neck and pressed his lips to Jack’s shoulder, teasingly flicking his tongue across the hot skin.
Jack’s nerves burned as Zack nipped and sucked. “More,” he breathed. “More, Zack, please.”
Zack withdrew and gently nudged Jack, indicating that he wanted him to turn over and lay on his side. Jack obliged, turning so that his back faced Zack and they lay spooned together. He knotted his hands, clutching at the loose sheet that was tangled around him.
Zack reached for the front pocket of his bunk pouch, rummaging until he found what he wanted. He withdrew the small bottle, popped open the cap with one hand, then generously lubed up one of his fingers. He pulled down Jack’s boxers with his other hand, exposing his pale skin.
Gently, Zack pushed his finger into Jack. He paused for a moment, allowing Jack to adjust to the intrusion. Jack drew in a shaky breath, ordering himself to relax. His body buzzed as he gradually let his guard down, allowing himself to let Zack in.
“Okay?” Zack whispered.
Jack nodded furiously. He didn’t trust his voice when he was this turned on and he had to stay quiet.
Zack began to move his finger, gently in and out. Jack clamped a fist to his mouth. He bit his lip so hard he could taste a trickle of sickly sweet blood.
Zack picked up his pace, pressing his lips to Jack’s shoulder again. Jack was rocking his hips against him, asking for more already. Messily, Zack squeezed more lube into his hand and pushed in a second finger.
Jack gasped, and Zack nipped his shoulder as a reminder. They mustn’t let everyone else on the bus know what they were doing. Jack quieted, still breathing hard. His hand tangled itself further into the spare sheet, squeezing the fabric until his knuckles turned white.
Zack was fully hard now, and just as anxious as Jack. He slammed his fingers into him, twisting and curling, searching for the spot that would push him over the edge. His free hand went to his own cock, shoving down his boxers and sloppily jerking himself to the same rhythm. His lips stayed glued to Jack’s shoulder.
One stray curl of Zack's fingers and suddenly Jack was gasping, nodding his head and choking out a yes Zack there right there and Zack obliged, aiming for the newly discovered sweet spot. His breath came fast and in tune with Jack’s as he jerked himself off harder, and it was all Jack could do to keep quiet. His lip was bleeding heavier as he bit down harder, soft whines occasionally escaping. The hand Zack was using to jerk himself bumped Jack, his heavy breath echoed in his ear, and the knowledge of what he was doing turned him on even more, if that was even possible.
One more nudge of Zack's finger and Jack’s dick jerked, streams mixing with Zack's sheets. He moaned, he couldn’t help it, clamping his hand over his mouth in an effort to hide the sound.
Zack felt Jack clench around him, and with one last jerk on his own dick he was coming too. He accidentally bit down on Jack’s shoulder harder than he intended, causing Jack to gasp in pain. His toes curled and he came all over Jack’s back, eyes closing and face scrunching in euphoria.
Both were breathing hard as they came down from their high. Zack withdrew his fingers from Jack and flopped over on his back while Jack untangled his hand from the messy sheet. They lay in silence as they regained their thoughts.
Tentatively, Jack touched his shoulder. “That last nip is going to leave a hell of a mark tomorrow,” he whispered.
“It was an accident,” Zack sighed. He gently kissed the sore spot. “I won’t do it again.”
Jack sat up as much as he could in the confined space, careful not to rub his back on Zack's pillow. He gently pulled out the messy top sheet and offered it to Zack, silently asking him to wipe off his back. Zack carefully wiped him off, then balled it up and shoved it to the foot of the bed.
Looking at Zack with bleary eyes, Jack slipped on his boxers. “My bunk,” he murmured, quietly sliding open the curtain.
Zack nodded, pulling his own boxers back up and switching off his book light. Leaving the mess for tomorrow, the two slid across the bus aisle to Jack’s bunk, Jack climbing in first and pulling Zack into his arms.
They lay peacefully together, each boy’s breath now calm and even. “Still excited about tour?” Jack mumbled.
“Especially if we’re going to be doing that every night,” Zack yawned.
Author: Laura (umbrellabeach55)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Merrikat
Summary: It was 3 am, and Zack was wide awake.
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys.
Warning: This piece is basically straight up sex.
A/N: So this is an old fic, one of my first. I thought I'd take it and edit it so that it's more realistic and just better in general. I also changed it from jalex to merrikat, because merrikat is cool. I have too much time on my hands.
Here's my tumblr.
It was 3 am, and Zack was wide awake.
He was always like this when they kicked off a tour. He tried to bottle up his excitement and get the sleep he knew he needed, but it just smirked and deliberately set up camp in his brain. Tired turned to tried, and soon he just accepted it.
The band was headed to New Jersey from Baltimore for their first show of the tour. Zack couldn’t wait to settle into the routine: sound checks in the morning, m&g in the afternoon, shows, signings afterward, occasional parties on the bus at night. He loved only doing his laundry once in a while, eating like shit, and spending loads of time with his best friends. Sometimes he felt like the people he toured with were more of a family to him than his real family back home in Baltimore.
Sighing, he clicked on the tiny reading light he kept fastened to the little storage pouch hanging from the bus wall. He rolled over to face the curtain that shielded his bunk from the aisle. He stared blankly at it for a few minutes, trying to think of something to do, then decided he needed someone to share his buzz with. He fumbled for his phone under his pillow, selected his bandmate’s name, and typed a quick “are you awake” message. Pressing send, he let his hand fall, then tuned his ears to the bunk across the aisle.
It was about 30 seconds until he heard a faint vibration. It was quiet for a heartbeat, then he heard the slight rustling of sheets and his phone vibrated in his hand. It was a text from Jack.
Excited?
As always, Zack typed back. Come over here and share it with me?
Zack heard a soft sigh, then the sound of Jack’s bunk curtain opening. Soon he was greeted by his curtain gently parting and Jack’s dark brown eye peering at him.
Zack grinned, and scooted over as far as he could, making room for Jack. Jack climbed sleepily in next to him, squinting at the sudden light. Zack slipped one arm over Jack’s waist and one under his neck to support him.
“Hi,” Zack whispered, hugging him tightly.
“Hey,” Jack mumbled.
They were silent for a moment. “This tour’s gonna be great, isn’t it.”
Jack yawned and nuzzled his face into Zack's bare chest. “Yeah,” he slurred. “Record’s great. Kids are gonna love it.”
Zack laughed softly. “You’re really tired, aren’t you.”
Jack hummed in response, burying his face further into Zack's skin.
Zack poked him lightly in the ribs. “Wake up, bud, don’t fall asleep…”
Jack merely sighed, his breath evening out.
Zack rolled his eyes.
Moving as slowly as he could, Zack reached down to the waistband of Jack’s boxers. He toyed with the elastic, dipping his fingers under it every so often, wondering when Jack was going to notice.
Jack remained unaware, sleeping quietly on. Light as a feather, Zack pushed his hand inside the clothing and ran his fingers down Jack’s length, rubbing his thumb slightly over the head. He smirked as Jack’s eyes finally popped open.
“Hi again,” Zack whispered. Jack’s eyes were as wide as saucers as he struggled to figure out exactly what was going on.
Zack continued to toy with him, tracing circles and zig-zags over his warm skin.
“Zack,” Jack stuttered, “Can’t. We’re gonna wake up everyone.”
“Never stopped us before,” Zack whispered. “Just stay quiet, okay?” He turned his head and kissed the other boy’s nose, while slowly wrapping his hand around his dick and squeezing slightly. Jack whimpered, and Zack knew he had won him over.
Zack began to jerk him slowly and carefully, aware that Jack’s nerves were sensitive when he was sleepy. He took his time, pumping his hand gently and steadily. He circled his thumb slightly around the head of Jack’s dick, biting his lip when he heard Jack emit a soft oh. He could feel him getting hard as he worked, and he increased his tempo to accommodate.
Jack was rock-hard in a matter of minutes, his fists gripping the loose bed sheets. He bit his lip, trying with all his might to stifle the noises that were begging to escape his throat. Zack glanced at him as he worked, his heart picking up the pace when he saw Jack’s scrunched up face. Damn.
Jack was beginning to buck his hips, asking for more contact. Zack craned his neck and pressed his lips to Jack’s shoulder, teasingly flicking his tongue across the hot skin.
Jack’s nerves burned as Zack nipped and sucked. “More,” he breathed. “More, Zack, please.”
Zack withdrew and gently nudged Jack, indicating that he wanted him to turn over and lay on his side. Jack obliged, turning so that his back faced Zack and they lay spooned together. He knotted his hands, clutching at the loose sheet that was tangled around him.
Zack reached for the front pocket of his bunk pouch, rummaging until he found what he wanted. He withdrew the small bottle, popped open the cap with one hand, then generously lubed up one of his fingers. He pulled down Jack’s boxers with his other hand, exposing his pale skin.
Gently, Zack pushed his finger into Jack. He paused for a moment, allowing Jack to adjust to the intrusion. Jack drew in a shaky breath, ordering himself to relax. His body buzzed as he gradually let his guard down, allowing himself to let Zack in.
“Okay?” Zack whispered.
Jack nodded furiously. He didn’t trust his voice when he was this turned on and he had to stay quiet.
Zack began to move his finger, gently in and out. Jack clamped a fist to his mouth. He bit his lip so hard he could taste a trickle of sickly sweet blood.
Zack picked up his pace, pressing his lips to Jack’s shoulder again. Jack was rocking his hips against him, asking for more already. Messily, Zack squeezed more lube into his hand and pushed in a second finger.
Jack gasped, and Zack nipped his shoulder as a reminder. They mustn’t let everyone else on the bus know what they were doing. Jack quieted, still breathing hard. His hand tangled itself further into the spare sheet, squeezing the fabric until his knuckles turned white.
Zack was fully hard now, and just as anxious as Jack. He slammed his fingers into him, twisting and curling, searching for the spot that would push him over the edge. His free hand went to his own cock, shoving down his boxers and sloppily jerking himself to the same rhythm. His lips stayed glued to Jack’s shoulder.
One stray curl of Zack's fingers and suddenly Jack was gasping, nodding his head and choking out a yes Zack there right there and Zack obliged, aiming for the newly discovered sweet spot. His breath came fast and in tune with Jack’s as he jerked himself off harder, and it was all Jack could do to keep quiet. His lip was bleeding heavier as he bit down harder, soft whines occasionally escaping. The hand Zack was using to jerk himself bumped Jack, his heavy breath echoed in his ear, and the knowledge of what he was doing turned him on even more, if that was even possible.
One more nudge of Zack's finger and Jack’s dick jerked, streams mixing with Zack's sheets. He moaned, he couldn’t help it, clamping his hand over his mouth in an effort to hide the sound.
Zack felt Jack clench around him, and with one last jerk on his own dick he was coming too. He accidentally bit down on Jack’s shoulder harder than he intended, causing Jack to gasp in pain. His toes curled and he came all over Jack’s back, eyes closing and face scrunching in euphoria.
Both were breathing hard as they came down from their high. Zack withdrew his fingers from Jack and flopped over on his back while Jack untangled his hand from the messy sheet. They lay in silence as they regained their thoughts.
Tentatively, Jack touched his shoulder. “That last nip is going to leave a hell of a mark tomorrow,” he whispered.
“It was an accident,” Zack sighed. He gently kissed the sore spot. “I won’t do it again.”
Jack sat up as much as he could in the confined space, careful not to rub his back on Zack's pillow. He gently pulled out the messy top sheet and offered it to Zack, silently asking him to wipe off his back. Zack carefully wiped him off, then balled it up and shoved it to the foot of the bed.
Looking at Zack with bleary eyes, Jack slipped on his boxers. “My bunk,” he murmured, quietly sliding open the curtain.
Zack nodded, pulling his own boxers back up and switching off his book light. Leaving the mess for tomorrow, the two slid across the bus aisle to Jack’s bunk, Jack climbing in first and pulling Zack into his arms.
They lay peacefully together, each boy’s breath now calm and even. “Still excited about tour?” Jack mumbled.
“Especially if we’re going to be doing that every night,” Zack yawned.