Ready?! Okay! - One-Shot
Title: Ready?! Okay!
Authors: Anya - stayawakeanya & Ashlee - xyoungandnative
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sexual intercourse, cussing
Summary: ''Seeing as you're on the 'cheerleading squad', I will give you hundred bucks if you go to the big game on Friday, dressed like a chick, all in short skirt and stuff.''
Disclaimer: We're married with them... They just don't know it yet.
Alex lay back on the grass, sighing as he felt the alcohol coursing through his veins, and giggling at the sensation. Zack sat up from the other side of him, laughing and looking around.
''Hey Alex. Seeing as you’re on the 'cheerleading squad,' I will give you hundred bucks if you go to the big game on Friday dressed like a chick, all in short skirt and stuff.'' They all burst out laughing, and Alex nodded, before Rian beat him to talking.
''I will pay you another fifty if you can score with a footballer.'' Alex grinned, taking another swig from his beer bottle.
''‘I’ll do both of them, you know no one can resist my ass. It’s sexy.''
''Well, if you pull a footballer, your ass won’t be so sexy anymore. They’ll have slammed into it so hard it’ll be sagging by your ankles somewhere.'' Rian smirked, thinking he just told Alex.
''Oh honey, so it’ll be just like your mum’s vagina then.''
Rian's face turned pale-ish and you could easily see that he hadn't seen that one coming, but he easily laughed it off and fist-punched Alex in the arm.
''Hmh, you two are really sure you wanna do this?'' Zack and Rian simultaneously nodded, with those cocky grins plastered on their faces - as if they already had won the bet. As if they thought that Alex would be too much of a chicken to actually dress up like a girl and wouldn't be sexy enough to score a jock. Well, Alex would prove them wrong. He already yearned to the astonished and mocking expression on their faces, when he would cash the money.
He would prove them só wrong.
~~
The next period break Alex stalked through the hallways, head held high and duffel-bag thrown over his shoulder. He could feel the eyes burning in skin, in awe, in jealousy, in disgust. He didn't care, he did what he loved.
''Hey, Rose,'' Alex whispered in some brunette's ear, whilst he covered her eyes with his hands. The girl's body spasmed of shock, before she turned around and showed Alex her pearly whites, her lips curled in a big grin.
''Alex, darling!'' She squealed and she wrapped her thin arms around his neck and pushed her equally thin frame against his body. He returned the hug half-hearted.
''Can I ask you a favour?'' Alex had thought this well over, on how he would do this. Like really well, and he had come with a waterproof plan.
''Yeah, of course, you always, Lex.'' She brushed a lost lock of hair behind Alex's ear and looked with curiosity filled olive green coloured eyes at him, whilst nodding.
''Can I borrow your spare cheer-fit?''
~~
Borrowing makeup and sneaking it into the house was hard. Especially when mascara fell out of his pocket and his dad picked it up.
Yeah, that was awkward.
Alex slicked a layer of lip gloss on his lips, and smirked, adjusting the short red, black and white skirt, the sock-filled bra and looking over himself in the mirror. He pouted, feeling so fucking feminine, and poofed up the wig, going to the front door where Rian was waiting for him.
“Bro, you actually pass for a chick.”
“Shut up, I hope you have those fifty bucks you’re giving me,” he winked, sliding into Rian’s car and leaning against the window, smirking.
“Yeppers, ready for you like a whore,’ Alex rolled his eyes, pulling down the mirror and readjusting the wig, chuckling at his reflection.
“You’re not my whore, bro.”
“I never said I was your whore, I just said I was like a whore,” Alex replied matter of factly, causing Rian to scoff and concentrate on the road again. At the stoplight, they looked at each other, suddenly laughing again, and they began talking, about seemingly nothing.
“So, who do you think you’ll get?” Rian winked, turning into the school parking lot and parking, getting out and Alex following soon after.
“Someone who’s either gullible or really stupid.”
“Oh okay, so anyone on the football team, then” Rian said, and Alex burst out laughing at how accurate the statement was, and wandered over to the stands, where Rose saw Alex, and cracked up in hysterics, bending over and clutching her stomach.
“This is why you wanted to borrow my cheer outfit? Oh my God Alex, you’re hilarious,” She choked out, and Alex did a little booty grind before walking past her
Jack Barakat raised an eyebrow as a cheerleader walked in, her skirt just doing wonders for her sweet, sweet ass. He didn’t recognise her, but Goddamn, he would tap that so hard. He bit his lip and was glad he was wearing his protective cup, so no one could see the growing bulge in his pants. He needed to get off tonight, and she would be the one giving him the pleasure.
“Alright team, huddle in!” Their coach yelled, and the team jogged towards him for the pep talk. “Okay guys, this is the most important game of the season, so if you lose this, you lose out on everything. If Towson wins, we will never live this down, so win this, and don’t act like girls! Don’t give me attitude, Barakat, get used to it and play well this game. Go, go go!”
He yelled, and all the team pulled on their helmets, sprinting to their spots. Jack would not be able to concentrate this game, he decided, looking over at the girl as she winked at him.
He swears she looks familiar.
~~
It was the first half-time and Jack was outrageously happy that he could sit down for the coming twenty minutes. He took off his helmet and spit out the rubber mouth piece. He could feel his calf whining, someone had tackled him really well. Jack entered the dressing room and directly stalked over to Tim, who had made this awesome field goal, and congratulated and pound-hugged him.
''Hey, the cheerleaders are going to do a half-time show! Come on, I want to see those asses shake.'' That reminded Jack of her; That way too familiar-unfamiliar new girl.
He followed the rest through the small hallway and outside. There they were, the Lions, woo! ... Stupid name. I heard the other boys joking about how they should get the mascot and gossiping about who had the hottest ass, Veronica or Katie. Well, Jack definitely knew and it certainly wasn't one of them. He stared at the nameless girl and checked her out. Her legs were smooth and long, longer than the average girl, at least, and he noticed that her thighs were kind of... muscular. Now he looked good at her, she was actually kind of manly. Tall, muscular thighs, shoulders, upper arms, strong jawline, etc. Jack blamed the intensive exercising and had to be honest; it was kind of attractive.
When their performance was over, Jack made his way through the crowd and looked, over most of the people's heads, out for her. 'Thank God for my length... in my pants,' he thought, smirking at his own cheekiness.
She stood like a feet or fourteen away and she was cheerfully chatting with another cheerleader and some guy. Damn, did he seriously had competition? Well, that douchebag could pack his bags because he was about to Jack-Attack that pussy.
''Hi, I'm Jack,'' Jack said, full of confidence. He threw a hateful glance at the other boy at and pushed his chest out. Trying to intimidate him with his outfit and his important position.
''Dawson?'' The other girl giggled. Her face looked kind of red-tinted and her breathing was erratically. Her forehead glistened of the sweat, kind of gross.
''Erm, no that's my friend over-'' He started, pointing at the point where Rian and Zack were sitting on the bleachers, they didn't play football, they were preppy lax sluts.
''No, no no, I'm Rose! That's why I said... you know, heh. Awkward.'' The brunette twirled a strand of her hair around her finger, a humiliated blush lingering over her cheeks. Jack nodded absently and couldn't help but checked the new girl out again. She was just so... hot.
''Hmh, do you promise me to not let me go?'' He said, whilst his gaze was fixed on the long blonde haired girl. The girl shifted uncomfortably, but smiled anyways. Her eyes were this dark brown, she had this sweet dimple in the right side of her cheek when her lips were curled like that and her chin was... pointy? He felt this weird urge to curl his palm around it.
''Never,'' Rose giggled once again. She pushed her tits out, moving stealthily closer to the tall boy, but he took a step back, raising a thick eyebrow.
“Uhm, yeah, I’ll be going- anywhere else now,” He stepped around the pouting brunette, and walked towards where Rian and Zack were sitting - with the mystery cheerleader.
How the fuck did they know her?
''Hey fucker,” Zack yelled, and Jack grinned at them, leapfrogging over the railing and landing in Rian’s lap. The older boy groaned in discomfort, shifting his legs slightly and wrapping his arms around Jack’s waist so that he wouldn’t fall and smack his face. The team wouldn’t be too impressed with him, and he wanted to keep his face the way it was, thank you very much.
“Hey douche bags, enjoying the game?”
“It’s awesome, any cheerleaders caught your eye yet?” Mystery cheerleader beside Rian rolled her lined, chocolate brown eyes, and stood up, going to talk to Rose who was miraculously still pouting.
“To be honest, the cheerleader who just left, actually. Dammit, I would tap that so hard. On an unrelated note, where’s that kid you hang around with sometimes?” Zack and Rian exchanged looks, smirking slightly, turning back to a rather confused Jack.
“We actually don’t know where he is, to be honest. Why don’t you go talk to her, her name is Rachel,” Jack grinned, pressing an over-dramatic kiss to Rian’s cheek, jumping back over the railing to catch up with the girl, Rachel.
But meanwhile, Alex pulled down lightly on the wig, smirking as Jack jogged towards him, and he just turned back to Rose, listening to her blabbering on about Brad, or whatever his name was.
“Hey cutie, where have you been hiding all this time?” Alex blushed, even though he was under a cover, as Jack wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, his crotch against Alex’s ass. He caught himself, before he spoke in his normal voice, making sure to raise it enough for him to keep it up for a while.
“Just around, baby, what about you?” Alex grinded back a little, causing the raven haired boy to moan quietly, even though he was wearing a protective cup. He subtly ran his hands up Alex’s sides, and they both exhaled sharply at the feeling.
“Meet me in the locker room half an hour after the game, there shouldn’t be anyone there,” Jack murmured in Alex’s ear, pressing gentle kisses up the side of his neck. Alex nodded, snapping his hips back sharply, causing the boy to groan louder, before Alex strutted away, biting his lip in anxious anticipation.
He made his way back to Zack and Rian, both of whom were smirking, and leaped onto Zack’s lap, leaning back against his shoulder, just as the klaxon sounded.
“What is it with people sitting on us today? So, you going to have a little bit of fun after the game?” He winked, and Alex rolled his eyes, shifting slightly and watching Jack jog back to his spot, pulling his helmet on and jumping up and down on the spot. He was skinny, but fast, making a good secret weapon for the team, causing them to win a lot of their games. “Alex?”
“Yeah? Probably, I guess. At least it’s an attractive footballer, I guess. Look at his ass in his uniform, mm,” He bit his lip, trying to stop the bulge in his boxers, thinking it wouldn’t be too good if he did.
“Gross, man, keep that to yourself,” Rian laughed, and Alex rolled his eyes, watching Jack sprint down the field, scoring a touchdown. Everyone in the stands cheered, and he got high fives from his team. To be honest, Alex wasn’t really concentrating on the game, he was just staring at Jack’s ass the entire time.
~~
The game was over, and Towson had won, and Jack was downright exhausted. He had give all he had, but it wasn't enough. He was dirty, sweaty and felt terrible. Bah.
He found himself in the locker room again and the atmosphere was briefly said fucking shit. No one said something, drowned in their own thoughts about the game, what they've could done better, the sermon that the coach is giving at the moment, anything really. When the coach was done with his tedious lecture, it didn't took long for everyone to get into the shower, get dressed and leave. Everyone, except for Jack. He had to wait, for her, just ten more minutes. He was already excited. Just the thought of his best mate in that tight, wet hole. Damn. He could already feel it tighten up with pleasure in his guts. Just. Ten. More. Minutes.
Those ten minutes seemed to pass with a snail's pace, but they passed and suddenly he was occupied in the smelling place. There she stood, in (not yet) non-damaged glory. Short skirt and tight, but unfortunately closed shirt, so her beautiful beautiful tits were hidden. Well, okay, compromise, that wouldn't remain like that for a long time.
''Hey, you came,''
The semi-smirk around her lips was /attractive/. Jack just wanted to push her up against a wall, rip her clothes off, piece for piece. He wanted to sniff her panties or insert his fingers and suck her nub until she was wet enough and he could fuck her; hard and deep.
''Not yet,'' she said in this lowered, breathy voice. She inched closer and grabbed a fistful of his shirt. So, antsy much? Just like Jack likes 'em.
Their lips crashed and caressed each other before the real deal started. Lips separated and tongues met each other for a searing game. He didn't have to fight for dominance and was in general the leading one. A moan slipped out of her mouth when he rubbed his lower body against his thigh. He was hard, and how. He let his hands roam over her body, from her hips to her breasts (who were very, /very/ soft somehow, Jack noticed) and let them slip under her shirt.
''Wait, no,'' 'Rachel' grabbed his hand and lowered herself on her knees. Is she going to... Oh shit, fuck yes. She slided his finger in her mouth and started slowly sucking on the digit. Her tongue was warm and wet and /this/ went straight to his cock. He could already imagine how she giving him a blowjob would be.
She sent him a longing look, removed her mouth with a loud pop and licked one stripe up his finger. She stripped his jeans and folded her over his boxers, palming him and took the fabric between her teeth.
''God,'' Jack gets out breathy when she starts nipping. She got his briefs down and his cock sprang up which she directly put in her mouth and let disappear in her mouth inch by inch. Her tongue stroking the ridged band and over the slit. She folded her hand around the part she couldn't fit in her mouth and started bobbing, every now and then hollowing her cheeks out.
Jack threw his head in his cheeks and moaned loudly. This was just...
''Holy titty fuck!'' he exclaimed when she did that thing with her tongue and her hands at the same time and... he was convinced that his eyes were rolled away in the back of his head.
Reluctantly he commanded her to stop and get up, because he could feel the knot in his stomach tightening and knew that he was on the edge of breaking down very and if she continued like that, he would come. Even though how great that was... he really wanted to go fourth base.
Jack got her so far that he could slip his hand under the dark-coloured skirt and wring his thumbs under the elastic of her... boxers? What? Well, okay, not every girl wears sexy, small underwear. Okay, okay... But when he pushed down the fabric, he mentally freaked out.
What. The. Actual. Fuck.
“Woah, you- what- huh?! Who are you, anyway?” Jack stammered, staring at the large dick practically right in front of his face. “You’re a fucking dude?!” He pulled his jeans on again hurriedly, backing away quickly.
“Jack, I’m sorry. I’m Alex Gaskarth, you know who I am. But I do actually really like you, please give me a chance,” He pleaded, but Jack shook his head, eyes wide, turning away and leaving the locker room.
Alex felt the bitter taste of rejection rising in his throat, sitting down on the bench in the middle of the room, face in his hands. He had pulled the stupid wig off and wiped off that fucking makeup, changing into his normal clothes which he had in that gym bag he was clutching. He sat there for a few minutes, breathing heavily, so he didn’t hear Jack come back in, and didn’t know, until Jack grabbed his shoulders, pulled him up and pushed him against a locker, looking him right in the eyes.
“Jack, what-“
“Shut up,” The younger boy murmured, shoving his tongue hungrily into Alex’s mouth. Both boys moaned at the contact, Alex’s arms wrapping tight around Jack’s neck in an attempt to pull him closer. “Strip.”
“Definately,” Alex breathed, breaking away and ripping off his shirt and jeans, shyly facing the boy again to see him biting his lip and drinking in his features.
“Mm, Alex, you’re so hot,” Jack stepped closer to him, after having wrenched off his clothes too, shamelessly palming himself through his boxers. He licked a line up Alex’s neck, biting down slightly on his jaw before soothing it with his tongue afterwards. Alex couldn’t help but admire the other boy’s body, how he was skinny, but somehow made it work, screaming confidence, which just made Alex want to run his hands all over the perfection.
“If I’m hot, what are you?” Alex murmured, biting his lip again as he raked his nails up Jack’s back, feeling his boxers tighten even more.
“A sexy mother fucker,” Alex breathed a laugh, moving Jack’s lips back up to his, biting harshly on his lip, making him pull back and lick up the blood. “Mm, you’re getting it now Gaskarth.” He jammed his lips to Alex’s with more force and purpose, shoving his tongue down the older boy’s throat, almost choking him. But regardless of himself, he moaned, tugging Jack closer to him so they were grinding. “You, shower, now.”
Alex’s eyes glinted as he took off towards the showers, Jack following him closely, and as soon as they got there Jack pushed him into a cubicle, grinding as he turned the shower on. Alex moaned, biting his lip as the younger cupped the bulge in his boxers.
“Get them off,” Jack hissed, his face contorting in pleasure as he grinded his hips even harder against Alex, only moving away to slide both their boxers off, stepping out of them and smirking at the boy’s dick. “Damn, not bad for someone like you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Alex’s eyes narrowed, shrinking away from him slightly.
“Nothing, now get on your hands and knees, I’m going to fuck you doggy style baby,” Jack whispered huskily, causing a blood rush to Alex’s dick immediately, making it impossibly harder. Jack forced the boy onto his knees when he didn’t move, moving up behind him and teasing his entrance slightly before spitting on his fingers, and he lightly pushed one finger in. The other boy hissed, his face scrunching up in pain, and Jack made sure to not move it.
After a few seconds, Alex grinded back on his finger, and Jack inserted another, then another, moving them all around. Alex was moaning, fucking himself on Jack’s fingers, shuddering whenever his fingers hit his sweet spot. The older boy nodded in a silent attempt for him to get the fuck in him, and Jack nodded, kissing his shoulder lightly as he pulled his fingers out and pushed in instead.
Alex gasped at the intrusion, feeling hot tears burning in his eyes. Jack however, exhaled deeply, resisting the urge to just fuck Alex into oblivion. He began kissing and nipping at the back of boy’s neck, in an attempt to get him to relax. Eventually, the boy began to grind back on him, causing the younger to grab his hips, pull him onto his lap, and grind his hips, slow and deep.
“Mm, Jack,” The older gasped at the full feeling, breathing heavily through his nose as the younger boy moved his hips at different angles, trying to find his prostate again, dying to hear Alex’s moans and screams. He knew when he found it, Alex emitting a scream and pushing back. “Oh god Jack, harder, please, I need you!” He moaned loudly again, putting his hands behind him to tug on Jack’s hair, leaning his head back onto Jack’s shoulder, gasping.
“Oh, baby,” Jack whispered huskily, kissing along his neck and face, pulling out and thrusting back in harshly, where Alex let out a shriek sounding slightly like Jack’s name. His hand snaked around to Alex’s crotch, stroking along his shaft lightly before grabbing it completely.
“J-Jack?”
“Ye-AH?” Jack grunted, biting his lip in pure pleasure at the tightness of the boy around his dick.
“Let me- OH- let me ride you,” Jack moaned at the thought of him bouncing on his dick, so he gently pushed the boy off, then spun him around so he was hovering over him, their faces close together. Alex pressed a chaste kiss to Jack’s lips, before straightening up and sinking down onto Jack’s dick. They both moaned in unison, panting as Alex raised himself up, then down again, making a steady rhythm as Jack put his hands on his hips, snapping up to meet him halfway.
“Alex, I’m so close, oh god,” He gasped, panting, so Alex leant down to kiss him, jerking himself off, while Jack let go inside him, crying out a warped version of his name. “Oh, Alex, mm.”
“Jack!” Alex screamed as he bounced on his lap, releasing all over their chests and stomachs, it being almost immediately washed off by the spray of water constantly pounding over them. He collapsed on Jack, panting, kissing his shoulder, his jaw, then his lips, his tongue slipping into his mouth.
“Alex, oh my god,” Jack murmured, kissing him gently again, before Alex dragged himself up, holding out a hand for the exhausted boy to take. He smiled tiredly, taking his hand, stepping under the spray of water, his arms wrapping around Alex from behind as he washed the last remains of semen off his chest. They both quickly washed each other’s hair, and left the showers, quickly getting changed. Jack took Alex’s hand, leading him outside to Jack’s car. They threw their bags into the back seat, and got in, still holding each other’s hands.
They left, driving in a comfortable silence, taking about half an hour to get to Jack’s house. When it was clarified he would stay at his, Alex wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t complaining.
“Your house is nice,” The boy said, getting out the car and grabbing his bag, just in time for Jack to copy him, lock the car and link their fingers together again.
“It’s alright, I guess. Come up to my room?” Jack murmured, kissing his cheek as they went inside. He shouted out a greeting to his mom, taking him up the stairs and into his room. They got into his bed after Alex borrowed some sweats, cuddling up together under the covers. They lay in relative silence until Alex spoke up.
“Thank you.”
“For what?” The younger looked down at his boy, stroking his hair out of his face and kissing the top of his head in an affectionate gesture.
“Giving me a chance.”
Authors: Anya - stayawakeanya & Ashlee - xyoungandnative
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sexual intercourse, cussing
Summary: ''Seeing as you're on the 'cheerleading squad', I will give you hundred bucks if you go to the big game on Friday, dressed like a chick, all in short skirt and stuff.''
Disclaimer: We're married with them... They just don't know it yet.
Alex lay back on the grass, sighing as he felt the alcohol coursing through his veins, and giggling at the sensation. Zack sat up from the other side of him, laughing and looking around.
''Hey Alex. Seeing as you’re on the 'cheerleading squad,' I will give you hundred bucks if you go to the big game on Friday dressed like a chick, all in short skirt and stuff.'' They all burst out laughing, and Alex nodded, before Rian beat him to talking.
''I will pay you another fifty if you can score with a footballer.'' Alex grinned, taking another swig from his beer bottle.
''‘I’ll do both of them, you know no one can resist my ass. It’s sexy.''
''Well, if you pull a footballer, your ass won’t be so sexy anymore. They’ll have slammed into it so hard it’ll be sagging by your ankles somewhere.'' Rian smirked, thinking he just told Alex.
''Oh honey, so it’ll be just like your mum’s vagina then.''
Rian's face turned pale-ish and you could easily see that he hadn't seen that one coming, but he easily laughed it off and fist-punched Alex in the arm.
''Hmh, you two are really sure you wanna do this?'' Zack and Rian simultaneously nodded, with those cocky grins plastered on their faces - as if they already had won the bet. As if they thought that Alex would be too much of a chicken to actually dress up like a girl and wouldn't be sexy enough to score a jock. Well, Alex would prove them wrong. He already yearned to the astonished and mocking expression on their faces, when he would cash the money.
He would prove them só wrong.
~~
The next period break Alex stalked through the hallways, head held high and duffel-bag thrown over his shoulder. He could feel the eyes burning in skin, in awe, in jealousy, in disgust. He didn't care, he did what he loved.
''Hey, Rose,'' Alex whispered in some brunette's ear, whilst he covered her eyes with his hands. The girl's body spasmed of shock, before she turned around and showed Alex her pearly whites, her lips curled in a big grin.
''Alex, darling!'' She squealed and she wrapped her thin arms around his neck and pushed her equally thin frame against his body. He returned the hug half-hearted.
''Can I ask you a favour?'' Alex had thought this well over, on how he would do this. Like really well, and he had come with a waterproof plan.
''Yeah, of course, you always, Lex.'' She brushed a lost lock of hair behind Alex's ear and looked with curiosity filled olive green coloured eyes at him, whilst nodding.
''Can I borrow your spare cheer-fit?''
~~
Borrowing makeup and sneaking it into the house was hard. Especially when mascara fell out of his pocket and his dad picked it up.
Yeah, that was awkward.
Alex slicked a layer of lip gloss on his lips, and smirked, adjusting the short red, black and white skirt, the sock-filled bra and looking over himself in the mirror. He pouted, feeling so fucking feminine, and poofed up the wig, going to the front door where Rian was waiting for him.
“Bro, you actually pass for a chick.”
“Shut up, I hope you have those fifty bucks you’re giving me,” he winked, sliding into Rian’s car and leaning against the window, smirking.
“Yeppers, ready for you like a whore,’ Alex rolled his eyes, pulling down the mirror and readjusting the wig, chuckling at his reflection.
“You’re not my whore, bro.”
“I never said I was your whore, I just said I was like a whore,” Alex replied matter of factly, causing Rian to scoff and concentrate on the road again. At the stoplight, they looked at each other, suddenly laughing again, and they began talking, about seemingly nothing.
“So, who do you think you’ll get?” Rian winked, turning into the school parking lot and parking, getting out and Alex following soon after.
“Someone who’s either gullible or really stupid.”
“Oh okay, so anyone on the football team, then” Rian said, and Alex burst out laughing at how accurate the statement was, and wandered over to the stands, where Rose saw Alex, and cracked up in hysterics, bending over and clutching her stomach.
“This is why you wanted to borrow my cheer outfit? Oh my God Alex, you’re hilarious,” She choked out, and Alex did a little booty grind before walking past her
Jack Barakat raised an eyebrow as a cheerleader walked in, her skirt just doing wonders for her sweet, sweet ass. He didn’t recognise her, but Goddamn, he would tap that so hard. He bit his lip and was glad he was wearing his protective cup, so no one could see the growing bulge in his pants. He needed to get off tonight, and she would be the one giving him the pleasure.
“Alright team, huddle in!” Their coach yelled, and the team jogged towards him for the pep talk. “Okay guys, this is the most important game of the season, so if you lose this, you lose out on everything. If Towson wins, we will never live this down, so win this, and don’t act like girls! Don’t give me attitude, Barakat, get used to it and play well this game. Go, go go!”
He yelled, and all the team pulled on their helmets, sprinting to their spots. Jack would not be able to concentrate this game, he decided, looking over at the girl as she winked at him.
He swears she looks familiar.
~~
It was the first half-time and Jack was outrageously happy that he could sit down for the coming twenty minutes. He took off his helmet and spit out the rubber mouth piece. He could feel his calf whining, someone had tackled him really well. Jack entered the dressing room and directly stalked over to Tim, who had made this awesome field goal, and congratulated and pound-hugged him.
''Hey, the cheerleaders are going to do a half-time show! Come on, I want to see those asses shake.'' That reminded Jack of her; That way too familiar-unfamiliar new girl.
He followed the rest through the small hallway and outside. There they were, the Lions, woo! ... Stupid name. I heard the other boys joking about how they should get the mascot and gossiping about who had the hottest ass, Veronica or Katie. Well, Jack definitely knew and it certainly wasn't one of them. He stared at the nameless girl and checked her out. Her legs were smooth and long, longer than the average girl, at least, and he noticed that her thighs were kind of... muscular. Now he looked good at her, she was actually kind of manly. Tall, muscular thighs, shoulders, upper arms, strong jawline, etc. Jack blamed the intensive exercising and had to be honest; it was kind of attractive.
When their performance was over, Jack made his way through the crowd and looked, over most of the people's heads, out for her. 'Thank God for my length... in my pants,' he thought, smirking at his own cheekiness.
She stood like a feet or fourteen away and she was cheerfully chatting with another cheerleader and some guy. Damn, did he seriously had competition? Well, that douchebag could pack his bags because he was about to Jack-Attack that pussy.
''Hi, I'm Jack,'' Jack said, full of confidence. He threw a hateful glance at the other boy at and pushed his chest out. Trying to intimidate him with his outfit and his important position.
''Dawson?'' The other girl giggled. Her face looked kind of red-tinted and her breathing was erratically. Her forehead glistened of the sweat, kind of gross.
''Erm, no that's my friend over-'' He started, pointing at the point where Rian and Zack were sitting on the bleachers, they didn't play football, they were preppy lax sluts.
''No, no no, I'm Rose! That's why I said... you know, heh. Awkward.'' The brunette twirled a strand of her hair around her finger, a humiliated blush lingering over her cheeks. Jack nodded absently and couldn't help but checked the new girl out again. She was just so... hot.
''Hmh, do you promise me to not let me go?'' He said, whilst his gaze was fixed on the long blonde haired girl. The girl shifted uncomfortably, but smiled anyways. Her eyes were this dark brown, she had this sweet dimple in the right side of her cheek when her lips were curled like that and her chin was... pointy? He felt this weird urge to curl his palm around it.
''Never,'' Rose giggled once again. She pushed her tits out, moving stealthily closer to the tall boy, but he took a step back, raising a thick eyebrow.
“Uhm, yeah, I’ll be going- anywhere else now,” He stepped around the pouting brunette, and walked towards where Rian and Zack were sitting - with the mystery cheerleader.
How the fuck did they know her?
''Hey fucker,” Zack yelled, and Jack grinned at them, leapfrogging over the railing and landing in Rian’s lap. The older boy groaned in discomfort, shifting his legs slightly and wrapping his arms around Jack’s waist so that he wouldn’t fall and smack his face. The team wouldn’t be too impressed with him, and he wanted to keep his face the way it was, thank you very much.
“Hey douche bags, enjoying the game?”
“It’s awesome, any cheerleaders caught your eye yet?” Mystery cheerleader beside Rian rolled her lined, chocolate brown eyes, and stood up, going to talk to Rose who was miraculously still pouting.
“To be honest, the cheerleader who just left, actually. Dammit, I would tap that so hard. On an unrelated note, where’s that kid you hang around with sometimes?” Zack and Rian exchanged looks, smirking slightly, turning back to a rather confused Jack.
“We actually don’t know where he is, to be honest. Why don’t you go talk to her, her name is Rachel,” Jack grinned, pressing an over-dramatic kiss to Rian’s cheek, jumping back over the railing to catch up with the girl, Rachel.
But meanwhile, Alex pulled down lightly on the wig, smirking as Jack jogged towards him, and he just turned back to Rose, listening to her blabbering on about Brad, or whatever his name was.
“Hey cutie, where have you been hiding all this time?” Alex blushed, even though he was under a cover, as Jack wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, his crotch against Alex’s ass. He caught himself, before he spoke in his normal voice, making sure to raise it enough for him to keep it up for a while.
“Just around, baby, what about you?” Alex grinded back a little, causing the raven haired boy to moan quietly, even though he was wearing a protective cup. He subtly ran his hands up Alex’s sides, and they both exhaled sharply at the feeling.
“Meet me in the locker room half an hour after the game, there shouldn’t be anyone there,” Jack murmured in Alex’s ear, pressing gentle kisses up the side of his neck. Alex nodded, snapping his hips back sharply, causing the boy to groan louder, before Alex strutted away, biting his lip in anxious anticipation.
He made his way back to Zack and Rian, both of whom were smirking, and leaped onto Zack’s lap, leaning back against his shoulder, just as the klaxon sounded.
“What is it with people sitting on us today? So, you going to have a little bit of fun after the game?” He winked, and Alex rolled his eyes, shifting slightly and watching Jack jog back to his spot, pulling his helmet on and jumping up and down on the spot. He was skinny, but fast, making a good secret weapon for the team, causing them to win a lot of their games. “Alex?”
“Yeah? Probably, I guess. At least it’s an attractive footballer, I guess. Look at his ass in his uniform, mm,” He bit his lip, trying to stop the bulge in his boxers, thinking it wouldn’t be too good if he did.
“Gross, man, keep that to yourself,” Rian laughed, and Alex rolled his eyes, watching Jack sprint down the field, scoring a touchdown. Everyone in the stands cheered, and he got high fives from his team. To be honest, Alex wasn’t really concentrating on the game, he was just staring at Jack’s ass the entire time.
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The game was over, and Towson had won, and Jack was downright exhausted. He had give all he had, but it wasn't enough. He was dirty, sweaty and felt terrible. Bah.
He found himself in the locker room again and the atmosphere was briefly said fucking shit. No one said something, drowned in their own thoughts about the game, what they've could done better, the sermon that the coach is giving at the moment, anything really. When the coach was done with his tedious lecture, it didn't took long for everyone to get into the shower, get dressed and leave. Everyone, except for Jack. He had to wait, for her, just ten more minutes. He was already excited. Just the thought of his best mate in that tight, wet hole. Damn. He could already feel it tighten up with pleasure in his guts. Just. Ten. More. Minutes.
Those ten minutes seemed to pass with a snail's pace, but they passed and suddenly he was occupied in the smelling place. There she stood, in (not yet) non-damaged glory. Short skirt and tight, but unfortunately closed shirt, so her beautiful beautiful tits were hidden. Well, okay, compromise, that wouldn't remain like that for a long time.
''Hey, you came,''
The semi-smirk around her lips was /attractive/. Jack just wanted to push her up against a wall, rip her clothes off, piece for piece. He wanted to sniff her panties or insert his fingers and suck her nub until she was wet enough and he could fuck her; hard and deep.
''Not yet,'' she said in this lowered, breathy voice. She inched closer and grabbed a fistful of his shirt. So, antsy much? Just like Jack likes 'em.
Their lips crashed and caressed each other before the real deal started. Lips separated and tongues met each other for a searing game. He didn't have to fight for dominance and was in general the leading one. A moan slipped out of her mouth when he rubbed his lower body against his thigh. He was hard, and how. He let his hands roam over her body, from her hips to her breasts (who were very, /very/ soft somehow, Jack noticed) and let them slip under her shirt.
''Wait, no,'' 'Rachel' grabbed his hand and lowered herself on her knees. Is she going to... Oh shit, fuck yes. She slided his finger in her mouth and started slowly sucking on the digit. Her tongue was warm and wet and /this/ went straight to his cock. He could already imagine how she giving him a blowjob would be.
She sent him a longing look, removed her mouth with a loud pop and licked one stripe up his finger. She stripped his jeans and folded her over his boxers, palming him and took the fabric between her teeth.
''God,'' Jack gets out breathy when she starts nipping. She got his briefs down and his cock sprang up which she directly put in her mouth and let disappear in her mouth inch by inch. Her tongue stroking the ridged band and over the slit. She folded her hand around the part she couldn't fit in her mouth and started bobbing, every now and then hollowing her cheeks out.
Jack threw his head in his cheeks and moaned loudly. This was just...
''Holy titty fuck!'' he exclaimed when she did that thing with her tongue and her hands at the same time and... he was convinced that his eyes were rolled away in the back of his head.
Reluctantly he commanded her to stop and get up, because he could feel the knot in his stomach tightening and knew that he was on the edge of breaking down very and if she continued like that, he would come. Even though how great that was... he really wanted to go fourth base.
Jack got her so far that he could slip his hand under the dark-coloured skirt and wring his thumbs under the elastic of her... boxers? What? Well, okay, not every girl wears sexy, small underwear. Okay, okay... But when he pushed down the fabric, he mentally freaked out.
What. The. Actual. Fuck.
“Woah, you- what- huh?! Who are you, anyway?” Jack stammered, staring at the large dick practically right in front of his face. “You’re a fucking dude?!” He pulled his jeans on again hurriedly, backing away quickly.
“Jack, I’m sorry. I’m Alex Gaskarth, you know who I am. But I do actually really like you, please give me a chance,” He pleaded, but Jack shook his head, eyes wide, turning away and leaving the locker room.
Alex felt the bitter taste of rejection rising in his throat, sitting down on the bench in the middle of the room, face in his hands. He had pulled the stupid wig off and wiped off that fucking makeup, changing into his normal clothes which he had in that gym bag he was clutching. He sat there for a few minutes, breathing heavily, so he didn’t hear Jack come back in, and didn’t know, until Jack grabbed his shoulders, pulled him up and pushed him against a locker, looking him right in the eyes.
“Jack, what-“
“Shut up,” The younger boy murmured, shoving his tongue hungrily into Alex’s mouth. Both boys moaned at the contact, Alex’s arms wrapping tight around Jack’s neck in an attempt to pull him closer. “Strip.”
“Definately,” Alex breathed, breaking away and ripping off his shirt and jeans, shyly facing the boy again to see him biting his lip and drinking in his features.
“Mm, Alex, you’re so hot,” Jack stepped closer to him, after having wrenched off his clothes too, shamelessly palming himself through his boxers. He licked a line up Alex’s neck, biting down slightly on his jaw before soothing it with his tongue afterwards. Alex couldn’t help but admire the other boy’s body, how he was skinny, but somehow made it work, screaming confidence, which just made Alex want to run his hands all over the perfection.
“If I’m hot, what are you?” Alex murmured, biting his lip again as he raked his nails up Jack’s back, feeling his boxers tighten even more.
“A sexy mother fucker,” Alex breathed a laugh, moving Jack’s lips back up to his, biting harshly on his lip, making him pull back and lick up the blood. “Mm, you’re getting it now Gaskarth.” He jammed his lips to Alex’s with more force and purpose, shoving his tongue down the older boy’s throat, almost choking him. But regardless of himself, he moaned, tugging Jack closer to him so they were grinding. “You, shower, now.”
Alex’s eyes glinted as he took off towards the showers, Jack following him closely, and as soon as they got there Jack pushed him into a cubicle, grinding as he turned the shower on. Alex moaned, biting his lip as the younger cupped the bulge in his boxers.
“Get them off,” Jack hissed, his face contorting in pleasure as he grinded his hips even harder against Alex, only moving away to slide both their boxers off, stepping out of them and smirking at the boy’s dick. “Damn, not bad for someone like you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Alex’s eyes narrowed, shrinking away from him slightly.
“Nothing, now get on your hands and knees, I’m going to fuck you doggy style baby,” Jack whispered huskily, causing a blood rush to Alex’s dick immediately, making it impossibly harder. Jack forced the boy onto his knees when he didn’t move, moving up behind him and teasing his entrance slightly before spitting on his fingers, and he lightly pushed one finger in. The other boy hissed, his face scrunching up in pain, and Jack made sure to not move it.
After a few seconds, Alex grinded back on his finger, and Jack inserted another, then another, moving them all around. Alex was moaning, fucking himself on Jack’s fingers, shuddering whenever his fingers hit his sweet spot. The older boy nodded in a silent attempt for him to get the fuck in him, and Jack nodded, kissing his shoulder lightly as he pulled his fingers out and pushed in instead.
Alex gasped at the intrusion, feeling hot tears burning in his eyes. Jack however, exhaled deeply, resisting the urge to just fuck Alex into oblivion. He began kissing and nipping at the back of boy’s neck, in an attempt to get him to relax. Eventually, the boy began to grind back on him, causing the younger to grab his hips, pull him onto his lap, and grind his hips, slow and deep.
“Mm, Jack,” The older gasped at the full feeling, breathing heavily through his nose as the younger boy moved his hips at different angles, trying to find his prostate again, dying to hear Alex’s moans and screams. He knew when he found it, Alex emitting a scream and pushing back. “Oh god Jack, harder, please, I need you!” He moaned loudly again, putting his hands behind him to tug on Jack’s hair, leaning his head back onto Jack’s shoulder, gasping.
“Oh, baby,” Jack whispered huskily, kissing along his neck and face, pulling out and thrusting back in harshly, where Alex let out a shriek sounding slightly like Jack’s name. His hand snaked around to Alex’s crotch, stroking along his shaft lightly before grabbing it completely.
“J-Jack?”
“Ye-AH?” Jack grunted, biting his lip in pure pleasure at the tightness of the boy around his dick.
“Let me- OH- let me ride you,” Jack moaned at the thought of him bouncing on his dick, so he gently pushed the boy off, then spun him around so he was hovering over him, their faces close together. Alex pressed a chaste kiss to Jack’s lips, before straightening up and sinking down onto Jack’s dick. They both moaned in unison, panting as Alex raised himself up, then down again, making a steady rhythm as Jack put his hands on his hips, snapping up to meet him halfway.
“Alex, I’m so close, oh god,” He gasped, panting, so Alex leant down to kiss him, jerking himself off, while Jack let go inside him, crying out a warped version of his name. “Oh, Alex, mm.”
“Jack!” Alex screamed as he bounced on his lap, releasing all over their chests and stomachs, it being almost immediately washed off by the spray of water constantly pounding over them. He collapsed on Jack, panting, kissing his shoulder, his jaw, then his lips, his tongue slipping into his mouth.
“Alex, oh my god,” Jack murmured, kissing him gently again, before Alex dragged himself up, holding out a hand for the exhausted boy to take. He smiled tiredly, taking his hand, stepping under the spray of water, his arms wrapping around Alex from behind as he washed the last remains of semen off his chest. They both quickly washed each other’s hair, and left the showers, quickly getting changed. Jack took Alex’s hand, leading him outside to Jack’s car. They threw their bags into the back seat, and got in, still holding each other’s hands.
They left, driving in a comfortable silence, taking about half an hour to get to Jack’s house. When it was clarified he would stay at his, Alex wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t complaining.
“Your house is nice,” The boy said, getting out the car and grabbing his bag, just in time for Jack to copy him, lock the car and link their fingers together again.
“It’s alright, I guess. Come up to my room?” Jack murmured, kissing his cheek as they went inside. He shouted out a greeting to his mom, taking him up the stairs and into his room. They got into his bed after Alex borrowed some sweats, cuddling up together under the covers. They lay in relative silence until Alex spoke up.
“Thank you.”
“For what?” The younger looked down at his boy, stroking his hair out of his face and kissing the top of his head in an affectionate gesture.
“Giving me a chance.”