When I'm Attacking, Your Nails Are Scratching (S/A)
Title: When I'm Attacking, Your Nails Are Scratching
Author: underapaperm00naka Taylor aka me
Pairing: Alex Gaskarth/Ian Planet
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. As far as i know, this didn’t happen. If you got here by googling yourself read at your own risk. Title cred to the cab & cut cred to sparks the rescue.
Prompt: 34. Cock Rings ( 50 Kinky Ways Table)
Summary: Alex whines, “Please Ian, it’s not healthy to be this hard for this long. Please, god, please.”
A/N: I like this. I’m sorry if there's anything that doesn't make sense it's almost five am and i’m half asleep but i wanted to finish this really bad laskjf i think it flows nice. idk. i liked this. yay two sex scenes in one standalone!!!!!!!!! also i adore this pairing ugh
Two hours before the show, Ian and Alex disappear off to the hotel right beside the venue. They lock themselves in their room and get some much needed alone time.
They go slow, a nice change to the fast-paced sex they’ve grown used to living on the bus. Alex is lifted in the air and carried to the bed, where Ian lays on top of him. They smile at each other a moment, then their lips come together, moving against each other soft and sweet.
The kiss deepens when Alex swipes his tongue at Ian’s bottom lip and pushes it in his mouth. He runs is over the roof of Ian’s mouth, earning a soft moan. Clothes disappear, tugged off in a haste.
Fingers dance over warm skin, skimming, feeling, playing. Tongues swipe and wiggle against each other, moans are released from both men. Hips start to roll, blood rushes south. Ian slicks his fingers with lube and stretches Alex; one finger, two fingers, three fingers. He curls his fingers and puts a twist to his wrist and brushes up against Alex’s prostate, causing him to jerk off the bed and moan.
Ian smiles and sucks on his neck, curling and uncurling his fingers, hitting Alex’s spot each time. “F-fucking tease,” Alex says around moans, scraping his nails against Ian’s back. For that, he presses his fingers in harder, curling them quicker, until Alex is whining, “Ian, fuck m-me.”
Ian pulls his fingers out and wipes them off. He covers his hand with lube and runs it over himself, being sure to moan in an over-exaggerated fashion, just to mess with Alex. He lines up with Alex’s hole, pressing his head lightly against it, teasing. “Please, Ian,” Alex moans, voice cracking. Ian pushes in slowly and Alex hisses, his fingers curling tight into the white linen sheets.
After a few seconds, Alex nods and Ian starts moving, adjusting his angle until he finds Alex’s spot. When he does, he knows, because Alex yells and arches off the bed, back barely touching the mattress. His eyes are closed and his breath is quick, short puffs falling from his lips. Ian grinds into his prostate, leaving Alex and moaning mess.
Ian skims his fingers over Alex’s cock, barely touching it. Alex whimpers, begs and pleads Ian to touch him, thrusting down on his cock and up into his hand. Ian grabs a hold of him tight, pumping him hard and fast, in time with his thrusts. Alex comes with a string of curse words, shouts of Ian’s name, and moans mixed with yells. He clenches hard around Ian, sending him over the edge too, the man coming in a similar fashion, though not as loud as his partner.
They wipe off with the sheets, then push them down to the end of the bed. Ian pulls the blanket over them, checking the alarm on his phone, before pulling his half-asleep boyfriend to his chest.
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Backstage, with the opening act playing, Ian has his fingers inside Alex and his hand on his cock, working them fast on a moaning Alex. Matt bangs on the door, “Ten minutes!” and walks of hastily, not wanting to hear the nosies. Ian smirks and lets Alex’s cock go, causing him to whine at the loss.
Suddenly his hand is back, but this time it has a could metal ring in it’s grasp. Ian slides the cock ring over Alex, who jumps back and tries to take it off. Ian slams him against the wall and pins his hands above his head. He grinds hard against him, eliciting a moan from the blond haired man. He sucks on his neck lightly, then pulls his underwear up from where it was around his ankles.
He pulls Alex’s jeans up, too, ignoring his protests. “It’s showtime, baby.” Ian whispers, walking out of the room before Alex can get a word in. Alex is tugging his pants down to take the toy off when Matt bangs on the door again, “I will castrate you in your sleep if you are not out here in 30 seconds!”
Alex groans and walks out, running past Matt in his attempt to hide his boner; it doesn’t work. He can hear Matt laughing as he rushes by. He flips him off as he goes to the guitar rack, where Ian is looking awfully smug with himself. He glares at him and grabs his guitar, pushing it over his crotch as quick as he can.
“I hate you,” He informs Ian, turning to the stage, waiting for the cue to run out. Ian pulls him close and grinds against his ass, right until Danny signals showtime on the opposite side of the stage. He squeezes his ass and pushes Alex out onto the stage, causing him to stumble. He shoots Ian a glare, which is quickly wiped off his face, replaced with a large grin.
They go straight into Time-bomb. Everything may seem normal, but Ian can see the way Alex is making little movements so that his crotch is pressed harder against his guitar. He smiles to himself; he’s going to have so much fun with this
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Only half way through the show, Alex is so hard it hurts. Every time he switches guitars, Ian squeezes his junk, making his situation even worse. Stupid fucking Ian Planet being the biggest fucking tease ever.
It also doesn’t help that Jack keeps grinding on his ass as part of the act. He thinks Jack doesn’t know whats up, but he’s wrong. Ian had told Jack to be more touchy with Alex, and Jack had agreed, knowing it would be interesting to watch Alex squirm and try to hide it from the fans.
In the middle of Paper Moon, he looks to side stage, and sees something that totally fucks him over. In the shadows, behind amps, positioned so that only Alex could see him, Ian is jerking off, looking at Alex with this intent lust on his face. Alex is so turned on he forgets the words, his mind completely going blank.
The band stops playing when Alex stops singing, mumbling incoherently into the microphone. The fans are all murmuring, confused as to what’s going on. Jack comes to the rescue, saying into the microphone, “Sorry guys, I printed my nudes out and taped them over there for Alex.” The crowd screams, bringing Alex back to his senses. He blushes bright red and jokes into his mic, “Fuck, I got so mesmerized by Jack’s giant cock.” The crowd screams again and Alex lets out a relieved breath, because that was close. They go back into song. For the rest of the show, Ian leaves Alex alone, leaving him with the image of Ian jerking off.
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“Thank you all so much!” Alex yells to the crowd, jogging off stage and setting his guitar down on the rack. He turns to Ian and shoves him backwards until he hits an amp and pushes his lips harshly to his. Ian pulls him closer by his hips, grinding against him.
Alex moans at the much needed friction; Ian’s crotch feels so much better than his guitar. There are cat calls and yells of, “Get a room!” and “Gross!” but they ignore them. Alex lifts Ian up slightly, then pushes his shoulders until his back is flat on the amp and his legs are dangling off. He grinds hard against him, leaning to whisper in his ear, “Take me to the hotel and fuck me until I don’t remember my own name, you ass hole.”
Ian lifts him up and carries him across the street. Alex clenches his arms and legs around Ian like a monkey, sucking and biting on his neck. In the elevator, they’re alone, so Ian slams Alex forcefully against the wall, grinding into him and kissing him hard. Alex moans, pushing back down on Ian.
An annoying bing tells them they’re on their floor, and Ian walks as fast as he can down the hall to their room. Once inside, he practically throws Alex onto the bed, already taking his shirt off. Alex shimmies out of his boxers as Ian slicks up his fingers, sliding two inside Alex.
He groans and grinds against them, still stretched from their earlier round. With the third, Ian finds Alex’s prostate, earning a choked noise somewhere between a whimper and a moan. Ian wastes no time, lubing up and lining the right body parts up. Just before he slides in, Alex calls out, “Wait! I want to ride you.”
Ian nods, moving so that he’s sitting up with his back against the head board. Alex straddles his hips and they line everything up, then Alex slowly slides down his dick. They both groan, Ian tightening his fingers in the sheets, tangling them, and Alex digging his nails into Ian’s shoulder. Using his knees and Ian’s shoulders, he pushes himself up, the goes back down, faster this time.
He builds up a pace, getting faster and faster. Ian’s hips start to meet his, rolling up as he sinks down. He’s making these little noises that are driving Ian crazy, little oh oh oh’s and ah ah ah’s. They get louder and more high pitched, mixed between a moan, a whimper, and a yell.
When he slides onto his prostate, Alex groans and leans forward against Ian’s chest, scratching his nails down his back. Ian starts to roll his hips up into his spot, causing Alex to groan.
His hands go down to his dick, fumbling to get the cock ring off. Ian’s hands stop him, pushing it back down. Alex whines, “Please Ian, it’s not healthy to be this hard for this long. Please, god, please.”
Ian’s hand goes down to his cock, and he moans. The sound turns quickly into a whine as Ian starts jerking him off. Yeah, that’s great, but he can’t come with the metal around him. “Ian.” He growls, his voice deep and menacing, but also pleading and desperate. It turns Ian on so much he moans, then tugs the cock ring off. Alex moans and pushes himself almost all the way off Ian, then slides down, being met with an upward roll of Ian’s hips. That’s all it takes for him to come all over their chests and stomachs without even being touched. Alex swears he’s never come that much in his entire life.
Ian rides out his orgasm, then waits for him to slide off. He wraps his own hand around his dick, but is stopped by Alex grabbing his wrist. Alex moves down and sucks him off, sliding his lips around him and going down to the base. With a few swirls of his tongue, Ian comes into the back of his throat. They wipe off with the already disgusting sheets, then, like before, curl up together, snuggling into each other, sleepy and content.