Waiting For Life To Begin [9/20]
Title: Waiting For Life To Begin [9/20]
Author: whntomorrow
Pairing: Zack Merrick/Jack Barakat
Rating: R.
Warnings: Smut. Self-discovery. Angst.
POV: 1st person - Zack.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. Title credit goes to The Blackout.
Summary: Has keeping someone else’s secret ever made you question yourself?
Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten
Masterpost
Legs hooked around my waist, driving me deeper and deeper inside. Sweat covered every inch of my toned skin, my muscles burning in a delicious fire that spread right through to my bones. I looked down at her face, trying to pick out a distinguishing feature; hair, mouth, eyes, anything - but I couldn’t. Her features kept changing, eluding me a clear image, so I closed my eyes, burying my face in her neck. She smelt unlike any other girl I’d ever smelt, almost musky like a man. I couldn’t deny that I liked the scent, no matter how much it confused me.
Harder. Faster. Harder. Faster.
I could feel her thighs start to shake and tighten around me, although they now felt longer, stronger almost, and definitely rougher. I didn’t dare lift my head to look at her. I didn’t know what I’d find.
“Z-Zack, I’m close,” a moan sounded, “Fuck, I’m so close,”
I know that voice. But where from?
The moans got louder and a little deeper, guttural, a slight rasp in their tone as I thrusted harder than before, my hips snapping against hers as I got desperate for a release. Her arms wrapped around my neck, short nails digging into my shoulders. Waves of pleasure coursed through my veins, making my head spin.
“Zack!”
She tightened impossibly around my dick, making me cry out too, her back arching into my chest as she reached her peak. I’m so close to my own high that it’s almost painful. Almost.
“Come for me, Zack,”
The voice changed again as I continued to thrust into the tight heat, a much deeper husk than before, a voice that I know belongs to one person only. This isn’t possible.
“J-Jack?” I choked, lifting my head.
The body wrapped around me tighter than before, Jack’s face smiling lazily up at me.
“Who else would it be, baby?” he purred.
He pressed his lips to mine and I came without warning, shooting my seed harder and longer than I ever had before.
~
I woke with a shot, sitting sharply upright, my heart pounding and my body sweating. I didn’t need to look under my duvet to know that the damp in my crotch wasn’t just sweat. Fuck. Oh my God. O-Oh my God. That did not just happen. I didn’t just wet dream the best sex of my life with Jack. No fucking way. Not Jack.
“Z-Zack? Are you okay?”
Shit. Jack slept over last night, I almost forgot. Shit! What if he heard me?!
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I grunted.
I desperately tried to block the images of Jack’s eyes filled with lust for me, his skin flushed and covered with sweat, his lips bruised and swollen, his legs and ass tight around my body.
“Why did you shout then?” he yawned.
“I woke up unexpectedly,” I replied shortly.
Jack grinned. “Good dream then?”
I couldn’t stop the blush that spread across my face. Fuck.
“You have no idea,” I mumbled.
Jack just giggled and laid back down on the airbed. I groaned and laid back down too. What the fuck was that?! Why the fuck did I dream about Jack like that?! I’m straight! I’m going to put it down to the fact that he was the last person and I saw and spoke to before I went to sleep. Yeah, that must be it, that makes sense. Still doesn’t explain how I came so hard from seeing him naked and wrapped around me though. No!
I’m straight. I like boobs…vagina…curves…a tight ass…Jack has a tight ass…NO!
What the fuck is happening to me?!
Author: whntomorrow
Pairing: Zack Merrick/Jack Barakat
Rating: R.
Warnings: Smut. Self-discovery. Angst.
POV: 1st person - Zack.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. Title credit goes to The Blackout.
Summary: Has keeping someone else’s secret ever made you question yourself?
Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten
Masterpost
Legs hooked around my waist, driving me deeper and deeper inside. Sweat covered every inch of my toned skin, my muscles burning in a delicious fire that spread right through to my bones. I looked down at her face, trying to pick out a distinguishing feature; hair, mouth, eyes, anything - but I couldn’t. Her features kept changing, eluding me a clear image, so I closed my eyes, burying my face in her neck. She smelt unlike any other girl I’d ever smelt, almost musky like a man. I couldn’t deny that I liked the scent, no matter how much it confused me.
Harder. Faster. Harder. Faster.
I could feel her thighs start to shake and tighten around me, although they now felt longer, stronger almost, and definitely rougher. I didn’t dare lift my head to look at her. I didn’t know what I’d find.
“Z-Zack, I’m close,” a moan sounded, “Fuck, I’m so close,”
I know that voice. But where from?
The moans got louder and a little deeper, guttural, a slight rasp in their tone as I thrusted harder than before, my hips snapping against hers as I got desperate for a release. Her arms wrapped around my neck, short nails digging into my shoulders. Waves of pleasure coursed through my veins, making my head spin.
“Zack!”
She tightened impossibly around my dick, making me cry out too, her back arching into my chest as she reached her peak. I’m so close to my own high that it’s almost painful. Almost.
“Come for me, Zack,”
The voice changed again as I continued to thrust into the tight heat, a much deeper husk than before, a voice that I know belongs to one person only. This isn’t possible.
“J-Jack?” I choked, lifting my head.
The body wrapped around me tighter than before, Jack’s face smiling lazily up at me.
“Who else would it be, baby?” he purred.
He pressed his lips to mine and I came without warning, shooting my seed harder and longer than I ever had before.
~
I woke with a shot, sitting sharply upright, my heart pounding and my body sweating. I didn’t need to look under my duvet to know that the damp in my crotch wasn’t just sweat. Fuck. Oh my God. O-Oh my God. That did not just happen. I didn’t just wet dream the best sex of my life with Jack. No fucking way. Not Jack.
“Z-Zack? Are you okay?”
Shit. Jack slept over last night, I almost forgot. Shit! What if he heard me?!
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I grunted.
I desperately tried to block the images of Jack’s eyes filled with lust for me, his skin flushed and covered with sweat, his lips bruised and swollen, his legs and ass tight around my body.
“Why did you shout then?” he yawned.
“I woke up unexpectedly,” I replied shortly.
Jack grinned. “Good dream then?”
I couldn’t stop the blush that spread across my face. Fuck.
“You have no idea,” I mumbled.
Jack just giggled and laid back down on the airbed. I groaned and laid back down too. What the fuck was that?! Why the fuck did I dream about Jack like that?! I’m straight! I’m going to put it down to the fact that he was the last person and I saw and spoke to before I went to sleep. Yeah, that must be it, that makes sense. Still doesn’t explain how I came so hard from seeing him naked and wrapped around me though. No!
I’m straight. I like boobs…vagina…curves…a tight ass…Jack has a tight ass…NO!
What the fuck is happening to me?!