Halloweener - One-Shot
Title: Halloweener
Authors: Gasfart (Anya) - stayawakeanya & Flydick (Ashlee) xyoungandnative
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Cussing, Sexual Intercourse
Summary: Halloween can be a scary night, but all the dick 'n retreating makes it that much better.
Disclaimer: We own them and have sex with them 24/7, like duh, who doesn't know that?
A/N: Gasfart & Flydick 4 president, bruvva!
It was the 31st of October. The night was young, but it was already dark outside. A cold, whimsical atmosphere lingered in the darkness, though many kids braved the icy conditions; it was Halloween. Streets were ornated with pumpkins and garlands and every second you could hear happy cheers exclaiming; 'trick or treat!' and screaming and laughter. It was one big, 'not so' scary party.
Even though it was 'one big party' everyone had their own festivities, just like three streets down. The house was bombarded with eggs and toilet paper and from miles away you could hear the loud, thumping music blasting from the radio. The front lawn were filled with chilling teenagers. Arranging from sober to just fucked up plastered, even though it wasn't even nine yet. Inside the house it was even more busy; you couldn't even sway around if you would want, there were just too many people. It was the typical film-party; the thrower probably didn't even know three quart of the attendees.
Through the corridor, behind the door on the left side of the kitchen, in the living room, you could find the improvised 'dance floor'. Which was, just like the rest of the house, was occupied with shaking bodies, moving arses and grinding people. That was where our two main characters of the night were heading to.
''Jack, hurry the fuck up! Just one more minute and all the fucking booze will be gone!'' Alex, the eldest of our pair, stood at the foot of the stairs, arms crossed and foot tapping against the tile floor. The straws poking out of his outfit weren't really comfortable and his bib 'n brace was tight, tighter than it should be, but he wanted to impress people and showing off his body was a way to do it.
Loud tramping on the staircase resonated through the house and Alex's best friend, Jack, ran down the stairs, straight into him. They made an emergency landing on the ground. Alex exclaimed something along the lines; 'Get your fat arse off of me, idiot' and pushed himself up, when he was freed again. He smoothed his clothes and stretched out, saturated when he heard and felt the pop in his back.
''How do I look?''
Alex gave Jack a second glance and was shocked by what he saw. Jack had pulled out his tightest pair of jeans (it was most likely that he wanted people swoon over his arse) and a dark brown button up shirt, that was half unbuttoned. A red bandana was draped nonchalantly around his neck and the light brown hat, boots and knee-length coat finished everything. He looked...
''Turn around for me?'' Jack did what he said, he moved his body slowly and gave Alex a good look on his rear. The younger boy was practically shaking with his butt and anyone, any outside could feel the sexual tension between the two boys, except for themselves.
Yep, Jack definitely looked hot.
''Nice work, bruv, you're gonna score some tonight.''
~~
They arrived at the party. The music penetrated their ears and played with the urge to start dancing in their bodies. Both didn't tried to resist it and pushed themselves trough the crowds whilst their hips swung on the beat. When they succeeded with finding their ways past all the people they were happily greeted by this black-haired boy, from who you practically couldn't see his eyes because of the length of the styled mop on his head, with hugs and 'Happy Halloween's' and everything.
''Yo, Zack, fuckface, dressing like a faggot I see?'' Their good friend Zachary had dressed up as a body builder. Yes, including fake muscles and small suit and everything. His laughter filled their ears and Alex received a half-hearted punch against his shoulder, with a comment attached about his and Jack's own outfits.
''One day though, I'll not need the suit, though,'' he said, smile beaming. He turned around to grab three beer from the kitchen counter, one for himself and two for his friends, who looked like they could use it. Well, they don't actually looked like it, but they weren't drunk enough and this night was all about just getting fucking plastered.
''The only six pack you'll ever have, is a six-pack of beer, my friend,'' Jack snickered. gratefully taking over the can of Bud Light.
Someone came up with the genius idea to do a group-form of shotgunning and sooner than they could ever thing the two boys (both aged eighteen), were feeling light in the head, not able to control their actions anymore and practically glued together. Cock against behind, creating much wanted friction. The front boy's neck was being attacked by the latter's tongue. Teeth graced the skin. Hands roamed over his body. Fingers winded in his messy, black hair. Everything filled the warm, bubbling feeling in the pit of his stomach... and in his pants.
''Let's escape.'' The velvet words slipped in his ear, making his head go wild. Fuck yes. They totally should do that.
~~
So that's the reason you can find two silhouettes running trough the night. Hand in hand, breaking the barrier of the frigid evening. Racing, without destination. The only thing they want, was to be alone.
“Down here.” The smaller boy gasped when they reached the waterfront, a full 2 miles from the party. He tugged on the other boy’s hand, pulling him towards a secluded cove at the far side of the harbour, where they were practically cut off from the rest of the world. Jack nodded, sitting down on the cool, damp sand, pulling his best friend down along with him, their hands still attached.
“Damn, that party was insane. Sorry about practically raping you, dude, but I just felt left out, everyone else was doing it.”
“We must look pretty weird right now.” Alex looked down at their clothes, they would still look kinda normal, seeing as they were them, but Alex was dressed as a scarecrow and Jack a cowboy.
“Nah, we look as normal as those guys in Brokeback Mountain.” Alex chuckled at Jack’s words, squeezing his hand and curling against the younger’s side, smiling and looking up at the glimmering stars in the darkness.
“It’s pretty up there, isn’t it? There’s so much out there that we don’t know about.” Jack smiled at the boy, cuddling him tighter and kissing his head lightly. They lay in silence, listening to the distant screams and cackles coming from clubs and partygoers, and both boys shivered at the cold air coming in from the water, but made no attempt to move.
“That’s true, just like other people, there’s a lot we’ll never know.” Jack sighed, looking up at the sky, and Alex sat up slightly, his eyebrows furrowed.
“Jack, you know more about me than anyone else. You’re my best friend.” Jack’s stomach dropped at his words, Alex had just pulled the ‘best friend’ card on him. It was now or never, he guessed, so he came out with all the bottled up emotions.
“Alex, this is where I wanted this Halloween to be different. I don’t want us to be just friends. I-I like you, okay? More than I should, and I know you don’t feel the same. I probably just ruined everything between us, and if you don’t want to be around me anymore, that’s fine, I guess, I understand. But I had to say it, Alex. I couldn’t keep it bottled up anymore.” His voice cracked a little at the end, and he clamped his mouth shut, biting his lip anxiously and looking at his friend, who was staring at him in shock. “I’m sorry Alex, I-“
“Shhh.” Alex put his finger over Jack’s lips, replacing it with his lips seconds after. Jack gasped in surprise, before pressing back lightly soon after. They both closed their eyes, revelling in the feather light touches of their lips, before Alex hesitantly ran his tongue along Jack’s bottom lip, and Jack gladly granted him entrance. They had made out before when they were trashed, but never when they had consumed so little alcohol, so this was new to them. The first scared touches of their tongues caused them to draw back slightly, before pressing back harder and with more passion, causing the older boy to roll over onto the other boy.
When Jack slipped his hands down Alex’s body to rest lightly on his ass, Alex moaned into his mouth, grinding down slightly and Jack gripped him tighter, pulling him closer. The both had obvious hard ons, and the light grinding wasn’t particularly helping them.
“Jack...” Alex whined, trying to get as close as he possibly could for the friction that was so bad, but oh so good.
“Alex.” Jack whispered in response, moving his lips from his lips to attach to Alex’s neck instead, biting lightly before licking, as if he was soothing the spot. Alex shuddered in ecstasy, closing his eyes and breathing out deeply.
“Jack, I need you in me right now, please, fuck me.” He whispered huskily in Jack’s ear, causing him to moan and fiddle with the straps on Alex’s costume, kissing along his neck. Jack nodded, steering his lips back to Alex’s and pulling off the bib ‘n’ brace, stroking along his sides lightly, setting Alex’s nerves on fire. Alex moved from his position, unbuttoning his shirt as Jack pulled off his long coat, his shirt and jeans following soon after. They just stared at each other, Jack reaching forward and taking the clothes, laying them all out on the ground for them to lie on, and Alex moved to straddle Jack again, connecting their lips hotly again.
They moved their hips swiftly over each other, again creating that beloved friction of earlier. Alex moaned, encouraging Jack to grab his hips and thrust up. Exposing the beautiful sight of Alex throwing his head in his neck and groaning again.
''Jay,'' Alex breathily said. He let his long fingers slither over his bare chest, slipping underneath the elastic band of his pants. Alex could feel Jack staring at him, glance burning in his skin, whilst his hand took over the space. When the tips of his fingers reached the pubes, something took Alex over. He retreated his hands and practically ripped the cloth off.
''Fuck- fuck me.'' Jack pushed Alex off of his lap and grabbed his cock, sliding his hand a couple of times over the shaft. It was dry, not very pleasant, but the hormones just wanted him one way; buried deep inside his best friend.
''No lu-'' He tried to say, but Jack was cut off by Alex, who had laid himself on his back, in the meantime, with his legs spread wide open. The elder pushed their lips together and forced his tongue in the other's mouth.
When they came in dyspnea, they both pulled back. Having a brief moment of staring in each other eyes, panting slightly, before the spirit came back. The roles were switched, the dominance switched partner, agitated kisses were exchanged. The whole atmosphere changed.
''Just spit, spit on it.'' Jack furrowed his brow just a little, before he understood what Alex meant. He collected saliva in his mouth and spat on his hand. He coated his dick with the liquid-y substance. The jerking off was suddenly a lot more pleasant, and if there wasn't a panting and horny Alex hanging above him, he would've definitely used his hand to reach his orgasm.
Even though it was in reality not even ten seconds, in Alex's opinion, it took Jack ages to get his erection as wet as possible. Eagerly he slapped away the Lebanese's hand away and took the angry coloured penis in his hand. It felt slick and warm, and that vein throbbing under his touch was just... indefinable.
There was this moment of awkwardly positioning themselves, where Alex had to find this way of being comfortable and kneeling in the right way, at the same time. It's harder than it sounds like.
Alex lowered himself, tightening his grip on Jack's wrist when he leaded the moist head past the ring of muscles. He felt himself tighten instantly around the little part that had intruded him. This part was the worst, the feeling of that stretching burn was the worst he could think of, especially without preparation.
The moment Jack sat balls deep in Alex, they both let out a breath. Alex a relieved one; Jack a bit wary one, resisting the urge to flip him over and fuck him into oblivion. He succeeded hardly, though, and found himself turning his hips and wriggling.
At the moment Alex gave him his approval, Jack grabbed his hips and pulled away and slammed back, straight onto his prostate. Alex yelped surprised, no one had ever succeeded in detecting his prostate directly, and groaned beastly.
They found their pace; Alex pushing down, when Jack bucked up. In this way, he went deeper, it worked perfectly, and by time Jack sped up, Alex was a panting mess; gasping, moaning and groaning as if he was a fucking girl, or pornstar.
''Jack, Jack,'' Alex panted. He leaned over and found support on Jack's chest. This was also direct the perfect opportunity to fondle his nipples. He started grinding down with his hips, taking the leader over again.
Jack tripped, like a small spider, with his hand to Alex's pre-cum leaking dick. His dipped his thumbs on the exposed slit and rubbed it, slowly, with small pressure, but still enough to drive Alex mentally crazy. He pleaded him for more, /begged/ even to do something.
With that cocky grin around his lips, the youngest boy obeyed and wrapped his hand around the shaft. His hand was sweaty and still a bit wet from the spit, so it slided a tad easier. From the touches, a warm feeling bubbled up in the pit of Alex's him stomach. His foot-pads felt warm and tingly and his toes curled up. It build up, that great feeling in both of the boys built up. Higher and higher, ready to fall down like an avalanche when it reached its peak.
And they reached it, and believe me, it was one motherfucker of an avalanche. It both got them giving the last bits of their energy, thrusting and jerking everything out of it. Asses were filled with warm semen, chests were coated and right before Jack's eyes everything even went pitch-black for a second.
When they came back from their highs, Alex moaned quietly, slumping over against Jack, resting his head against his shoulder.
“Alex, I’m so fucking filthy right now.” Jack murmured, causing Alex to laugh, and he slid off Jack’s dick, kissing his shoulder before standing up and holding out a hand for Jack to take.
“Come on, baby boy, we’re going skinny dipping.” Alex smirked, and Jack took his hand, allowing himself to be pulled up and lead to the water’s edge. Alex slipped in, hissing slightly at the sudden cold of the water, Jack following soon after. They both went under the water, coming back up and moving close to each other. Alex wrapped his arms and legs around the younger boy, resting their foreheads in an affectionate gesture, pressing their lips together for a few seconds.
“What’s this going to mean for us?” Jack said, kissing over his face lightly, making the older boy giggle slightly.
''Well, I was wondering, if you would do me the honour of being my boyfriend?” Alex looked down, fearing for rejection, but Jack smiled, putting his finger under Alex’s chin and pressing their lips together. Their tongues moved together gently for a few seconds, before separating, smiling and resting their foreheads together again.
“Of course I will, Alex.” They kissed again, passionately, and looked over the moonlit water, and the cool October sky.
They sealed the deal with a kiss.