Fresh To Death
Title: Fresh To Death
Author: AmericanAffair
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: NC-17
POV: 3rd
Summary: Jack Barakat was a lot of things. But theres one thing, one single thing, he most certainly was not. Jack Barakat was not a girl.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. They belong to each other themselves. The song title comes from The Way We Talk by The Maine, not because it has anything to do with what I wrote, but because I love the song.
Author Notes: Dedicated to passiontothesky for being awesome and requesting. But mostly for being awesome, or I wouldn't have tried to write it so fast. Sorry that all my sexy times are a fail, but I had some pretty hot visuals (if I do say so myself) so let your imagination carry you through this one. Or draw a picture. Whichever. Comments are love!! Lurkers are even more love!!
Jack Barakat was many things. But there was one thing, most certainly, he was not. Jack Barakat was not a girl.
Yes, there were those few times where he'd crossdressed for videos or jokes, whatever it may be. But in the end of the day, he would wear his tight pants with the slightest bulge of proof. Mostly masked, because he didn't want to seem like another manwhore.
But there was something, something crazy in him, that loved these stockings. These stockings and the garter belt. The silky, sheer white fabric, with lace on the top. The simple lace of the garter, and the white straps.
He didn't wear heels, didn't wear any "ladies underthings" as he would call them, didn't pile on mascara and hot pink lipstick. But he would slide the soft fabric tentatively up his long legs, as though this one time they wouldn't do the trick. They always did.
So one day, he got daring. Daring is what he would call it, anyway. Forgetful but horny is what it really would be titled as. They were on tour, and that's when he realized he had mistakenly packed them.
As soon as he saw the fabric, he couldn't get it off his mind. So as his bandmates left the bus to scrounge for food before their next show, he pulled his bunk curtains and sealed it with tape. One very serious locking mechanism.
He kicked and twisted to get his pants and boxers off as fast as possible, before taking the garter belt and slipping it up, onto his hips. Then he took the right stocking, guiding it with almost just his fingertips, mesmerized. He repeated the action with the same infatuation to the next.
When he guided his hand to rest on his upper thigh, he couldn't stop himself from the sharp intake of breath and the sudden rush of blood to his cock. Skimming, just rubbing his hand so lightly along his inner thigh, a moan escaped his lips. He imagined they were swollen with how many times in just right now he'd bit at them and licked them smooth.
His hand continued to rub the fabric, trailing to the top, fingering the lace. The opposing hand was working on getting him off, as his thoughts brought him to someone else's hands being guided along his legs. Maybe even someone else putting them on, gloriously slow, kissing the skin before it became sheathed...
That's when he lost it.
He groaned, back arched up off the bunk, eyes shut tight. He came on his hand, very cautious to avoid anything getting on the stockings. He'd somehow managed to keep them clean until now, and had full intentions of it staying that way. Buying such an expensive pair the first time hadn't been exactly easy, either.
As he cleaned himself up, he laid there regaining his breath.
"Jacky!" Alex screamed as he ran on the bus. "We bought friends!"
Jack screamed internally, rushing to pull off the stockings without doing any damage whatsoever, and pull on his boxers and skinny jeans.
"Jacky?" Alex shouted, and Jack could picture him. Brown blonde hair falling in his eyes as he peaked down the hallway where there bunks were. He got them off in record time, boxers were already half way up his legs.
"Right here," Jack yelled, still flustered. He ripped the tape from in front of him, balling it up and sticking it to the wall. Just as Alex pulled the curtain back, he zipped up his jeans, his heart pounding frantically in his chest.
"We bought friends!" Alex grinned, showing him the fish tank he was so proud of.
"Good job," Jack laughed nervously, making sure the fabric was hidden underneath his pillow.
"We have to go, now," Alex informed him as he started to change his clothes.
"Can't I-"
"You've been here all day," Alex laughed before slapping his friend's ass jokingly. "Go, I'll meet you outside." And Alex turned, walking further in with the bunks. Jack took the balled up material and threw it in the front of his bag when Alex wasn't looking.
Currently, Jack was stumbling to the stadium, having to basically just go wait backstage because they weren't playing for about four hours. They just needed to know where he was, because of that one time he wandered off and almost got into a barfight.
Almost.
So now he was sitting on the couch, nervously toying with his hands, trying not to move too much. Whenever he moved, his skin still felt slightly like he was wearing the sheer white silk. Like the lace was still resting against his thigh.
No. Stop. Sad things. Bad movies. Finding Nemo, remember, you didn't like that but you liked the turtle.
He was relived that he'd managed to distract himself from, probably cumming his pants if he kept imagining that. He was still horny, but normally being onstage was all it took to calm him down.
Alex was rushing around the bus, searching for that one gray-knit hat that he always wore and his plaid shirt he remembered washing yesterday. Of course it always seemed to work out whenever he wanted something, he couldn't find it. Yet whenever he didn't want it, it magically appeared out of thin air in his bunk. That actually happened once, but Alex was sure it was Zack's doing.
"Mother fucker!" He screamed on the empty bus. He had five minutes, so it was either find the hat now or plug in the hair straightener. Which he also couldn't find.
Grumbling, he worked his way through his stuff, finally pulling out the shirt. As he buttoned it on, he recalled Jack borrowing something. Maybe it was his mythical hat.
Unzipping the bag, he sifted through everything, finding mainly dirty clothes and his shoes. So he dug through the side pocket. Also not bearing what he was looking for. Finally he pulled the front of the bag open.
"What. The. Fuck?" His voice turned from pissed off to purely disbelieving. He saw the few inches of lace, then translucent white. The garter belt was also peaking out.
His first thought was, Jack wanted to remember his girlfriend back home. Then he realized, wait, Jack doesn't have a girlfriend back home.
Then he figured a fan had thrown it at him. But Alex would've seen Jack getting something thrown at him, he would've heard the stories. Hell, Alex and Jack probably would've jokingly tried to put them on. They weren't from a fan.
So the only liable reason of these... was... Jack.
Alex swallowed. His hand crept up to rub the back of his neck, skimming over his hoodie, when he realized his hat had fallen into the actual hood. That solves that, but he'd almost forgotten he wanted the hat to begin with.
All that was rushing through his brain was Jack. Jack's long longs. Jack wearing stockings. Jack letting Alex fuck him while he wore them. Touching them while making out with Jack.
He could really use a freezing cold shower right about now.
Looking down, he put the material he'd been fingering away and zipped up the backpack. But he wasn't going to forget. He had better intentions.
"ALL TIME LOW!" Flyzik screamed into the microphone, still somewhat angry he'd had to introduce the band. In reality, he didn't really mind. Just didn't like the knowing look Grieco had given them, even though it should've been Grieco because he's the assistant. Stupid coin tosses.
Alex got through Weightless, Coffee Shop Soundtrack, and Jasey Rae. Made it through Break Your Little Heart barely, but only because Jack walked up and decided to play closer.
But the entire time, the same question was bugging him. How the fuck was Jack performing?
Their set ended, as some other band started getting ready. "You guys can just go to the buses," Flyzik waved a hand before going off with Zack and Rian to find a bar.
"I'm, uh," Jack nodded towards the bus, praying Alex wasn't intending to follow him.
"Same," Alex shrugged as he started walking with his friend. Friend. Friend who he had thought was hot for a long time, but suddenly could barley stand next to without wanting to touch him.
"I'm gonna sleep," Jack bit his lip. Alex was busy feeding their new friends to really acknowledge anything, until he heard Jack unzip his bag.
Not with me on here. Not with me on here. Alex cursed every religion he could think of. He didn't know what the fuck Jack was doing, but he heard the sheets shift and he turned the volume up on the TV.
However, he was already half hard, and the issue was getting worse with the seconds. There was that telltale sound of hand cream
opening, and Alex stood up. He kept the TV on, but crept back to the bunks.
Now or never, Gaskarth. He told himself repeatedly.
"Ja- Fuck," Alex gasped as he saw Jack doing almost exactly what he'd thought.
Jack looked up, then away, face turning pure red and tried to hide. "Motherfucking hell," Jack whispered to himself. "Can you go?" He whimpered to Alex.
"Nuh-uh," Alex ripped his own shirt off and pulled Jack from the bunk, causing him to land on top of Alex on the floor.
"W-what?" Jack looked confused as Alex rolled them so now he was on top. He pressed his palms down on either side of Jack, straddling him as he started to kiss his neck.
"Fuck," Alex groaned as he lifted a hand from the floor to rest on Jack's legs.
Finally, Jack broke away from the kiss, resting Alex's head on his shoulder. "Don't get me wrong, the kissing instead of torment is nice," he giggled lightly, causing Alex to raise his head. "But, um, why?"
"There are many reasons. The most important being, have you seen yourself in these?" He rubbed Jack's thigh in slow circles. The younger boy tried, and failed, to bite back a moan. "Exactly," Alex grinned at him as he bent down to kiss him slower.
"A-Alex," Jack whined as the singer trailed his fingertips down to Jack's clothed knee.
"Yes?" Alex smirked as Jack brought his thin arms around Alex's neck, pulling him closer while he slid his tongue, needy in the other boys mouth.
"Want," Jack finally broke the kiss, panting as he did. Alex understood, and being always-prepared-Alex, pulled a condom and small bottle of lube from his jeans pocket. As he removed Jack's hands from being wrapped around his neck, Alex guided them down to his belt loops.
Jack got the message, and wasted no time in unfastening the button and tugging furiously to get the constricting fabric off his legs. He was pleased, but surprised, when he realized Alex wasn't wearing any for of underwear. Jack caught his eye, raising a brow, but Alex only shrugged and went back to biting on Jack's neck to leave marks for days.
Alex started to move, coating three fingers in lube. He bent to leave a trail of kisses down Jack's stomach, gaining another giggle. Then he slowly, oh-so-achingly slowly, pushed the first finger in.
Jack was ready though, and immediately began to grind his ass into Alex's hand. "M-more Lex, oh fuck, more," he whined while breathing deeper.
Alex added the second finger, scissoring Jack, and didn't even give warning to the third. Jack kept going, essentially fucking himself on Alex's hand.
And Alex? He'd almost stopped breathing. Because, well, fucking seriously. There was Jack Barakat, using his fingers as his own personal sex toy, moaning, wearing white lace stockings and a garter belt. Holy shit.
"Alex," Jack was starting up again. "Alex, I wanna."
"Want me in?" Alex pulled his fingers out, getting ready to push in.
"Nuh-uh," Jack finally smirked and sat up, pushing Alex's back onto the carpet.
"Well hello," Alex laughed, but groaned when he realized Jack's true goal.
Jack was bracing them against the nearby wall, so that Alex was sitting up. Jack then gave little warning, just the five seconds of aligning Alex's cock, before he started to slide down.
"Gonna ride you. S-so. G-good," Jack promised between the sharp gasps for air and Alex's moans.
"Fuck,"Alex thrusted upwards, as Jack had finally taken all of him, and was just sitting for a minute to adjust.
"Make you feel good," Jack started to kiss him, Alex twined his clean fingers into Jack's blonde black hair.
"Baby," Alex moaned as Jack began to move up and down. He repositioned Alex's hips, finally hitting that spot.
That spot that made him scream.
The guitarist was bouncing up and down in Alex's lap now, hitting his prostate again and again.
"Your. So. Fucking tight," Alex clenched his jaw as he tried desperately to keep control.
"Lex, Lexy, I-I'm gonna," Jack gasped again, this time louder, before finally moaning Alex's name and incoherent cursing.
The muscles clenched, tight around Alex. Which was really only enhancing the overall tightness, because there was no way Jack had done this more than once. With one loud, almost animal-like moan, Alex came.
His hands dug in deep on Jack's hips as their combined pace slowed. Both were sweaty, breathing deep, and completely exhausted. A wince covered Jack's face as he pulled off from Alex, and rested beside him. A quick once over showed him that somehow, his stockings were unruined.
"Sleep Jacky," Alex whined as Jack stood up to go take the material off along with the garter belt in replace for boxers.
"Clothes first," Jack ordered as he helped Alex up from off the ground.
About five minutes later, both were situated and laying comfortably in Jack's bunk. Alex was running his hand softly through Jack's hair, kissing his neck.
"Jacky?" He asked quietly.
"Hmm?" Jack looked up, catching Alex's glazed over eyes.
"Wanna make this a more often ordeal?" Alex was still in some haze of sleep and sex.
"Are you asking if I wanna date you?" Jack bit his lip, trying to conceal excitement.
"Kinda, sorta," Alex was beaming, and looked slightly high. But still, of course, inexplicably sexy.
Jack reached up, kissing Alex, slow and deep.
"Why does the bus smell like sex?" Rian stumbled onto the bus, almost falling down, but not really.
"Dunno," Zack commented.
"Where's the dye boys?" Rian looked around, opening the fridge and a few cupboards in his search.
"Sleeping?" Zack guessed, looking for something to do before he just passed out.
"But Alex's bunk is empty," Rian insisted, looking suddenly scared. "Zack what if they got kidnapped by Cobra Starship and Gabe's doing inappropriate Latino things to them? What if they come back wearing sombreros?"
"Then we drink margaritas," Zack shrugged.
"Right!" Rian grinned, completely obliterated by now.
"Margaritas?" Jack poked his head from his bunk, having had woken up when they brought their loud-ass-selves onto the bus.
But, when Jack had moved, he'd promptly knocked into Alex. Since Alex had been on top of him, Alex fell onto the floor, Jack tangled in him.
"Rian!" Zack yelled. "I know the answer to your question now!"
Author: AmericanAffair
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: NC-17
POV: 3rd
Summary: Jack Barakat was a lot of things. But theres one thing, one single thing, he most certainly was not. Jack Barakat was not a girl.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. They belong to each other themselves. The song title comes from The Way We Talk by The Maine, not because it has anything to do with what I wrote, but because I love the song.
Author Notes: Dedicated to passiontothesky for being awesome and requesting. But mostly for being awesome, or I wouldn't have tried to write it so fast. Sorry that all my sexy times are a fail, but I had some pretty hot visuals (if I do say so myself) so let your imagination carry you through this one. Or draw a picture. Whichever. Comments are love!! Lurkers are even more love!!
Jack Barakat was many things. But there was one thing, most certainly, he was not. Jack Barakat was not a girl.
Yes, there were those few times where he'd crossdressed for videos or jokes, whatever it may be. But in the end of the day, he would wear his tight pants with the slightest bulge of proof. Mostly masked, because he didn't want to seem like another manwhore.
But there was something, something crazy in him, that loved these stockings. These stockings and the garter belt. The silky, sheer white fabric, with lace on the top. The simple lace of the garter, and the white straps.
He didn't wear heels, didn't wear any "ladies underthings" as he would call them, didn't pile on mascara and hot pink lipstick. But he would slide the soft fabric tentatively up his long legs, as though this one time they wouldn't do the trick. They always did.
So one day, he got daring. Daring is what he would call it, anyway. Forgetful but horny is what it really would be titled as. They were on tour, and that's when he realized he had mistakenly packed them.
As soon as he saw the fabric, he couldn't get it off his mind. So as his bandmates left the bus to scrounge for food before their next show, he pulled his bunk curtains and sealed it with tape. One very serious locking mechanism.
He kicked and twisted to get his pants and boxers off as fast as possible, before taking the garter belt and slipping it up, onto his hips. Then he took the right stocking, guiding it with almost just his fingertips, mesmerized. He repeated the action with the same infatuation to the next.
When he guided his hand to rest on his upper thigh, he couldn't stop himself from the sharp intake of breath and the sudden rush of blood to his cock. Skimming, just rubbing his hand so lightly along his inner thigh, a moan escaped his lips. He imagined they were swollen with how many times in just right now he'd bit at them and licked them smooth.
His hand continued to rub the fabric, trailing to the top, fingering the lace. The opposing hand was working on getting him off, as his thoughts brought him to someone else's hands being guided along his legs. Maybe even someone else putting them on, gloriously slow, kissing the skin before it became sheathed...
That's when he lost it.
He groaned, back arched up off the bunk, eyes shut tight. He came on his hand, very cautious to avoid anything getting on the stockings. He'd somehow managed to keep them clean until now, and had full intentions of it staying that way. Buying such an expensive pair the first time hadn't been exactly easy, either.
As he cleaned himself up, he laid there regaining his breath.
"Jacky!" Alex screamed as he ran on the bus. "We bought friends!"
Jack screamed internally, rushing to pull off the stockings without doing any damage whatsoever, and pull on his boxers and skinny jeans.
"Jacky?" Alex shouted, and Jack could picture him. Brown blonde hair falling in his eyes as he peaked down the hallway where there bunks were. He got them off in record time, boxers were already half way up his legs.
"Right here," Jack yelled, still flustered. He ripped the tape from in front of him, balling it up and sticking it to the wall. Just as Alex pulled the curtain back, he zipped up his jeans, his heart pounding frantically in his chest.
"We bought friends!" Alex grinned, showing him the fish tank he was so proud of.
"Good job," Jack laughed nervously, making sure the fabric was hidden underneath his pillow.
"We have to go, now," Alex informed him as he started to change his clothes.
"Can't I-"
"You've been here all day," Alex laughed before slapping his friend's ass jokingly. "Go, I'll meet you outside." And Alex turned, walking further in with the bunks. Jack took the balled up material and threw it in the front of his bag when Alex wasn't looking.
Currently, Jack was stumbling to the stadium, having to basically just go wait backstage because they weren't playing for about four hours. They just needed to know where he was, because of that one time he wandered off and almost got into a barfight.
Almost.
So now he was sitting on the couch, nervously toying with his hands, trying not to move too much. Whenever he moved, his skin still felt slightly like he was wearing the sheer white silk. Like the lace was still resting against his thigh.
No. Stop. Sad things. Bad movies. Finding Nemo, remember, you didn't like that but you liked the turtle.
He was relived that he'd managed to distract himself from, probably cumming his pants if he kept imagining that. He was still horny, but normally being onstage was all it took to calm him down.
Alex was rushing around the bus, searching for that one gray-knit hat that he always wore and his plaid shirt he remembered washing yesterday. Of course it always seemed to work out whenever he wanted something, he couldn't find it. Yet whenever he didn't want it, it magically appeared out of thin air in his bunk. That actually happened once, but Alex was sure it was Zack's doing.
"Mother fucker!" He screamed on the empty bus. He had five minutes, so it was either find the hat now or plug in the hair straightener. Which he also couldn't find.
Grumbling, he worked his way through his stuff, finally pulling out the shirt. As he buttoned it on, he recalled Jack borrowing something. Maybe it was his mythical hat.
Unzipping the bag, he sifted through everything, finding mainly dirty clothes and his shoes. So he dug through the side pocket. Also not bearing what he was looking for. Finally he pulled the front of the bag open.
"What. The. Fuck?" His voice turned from pissed off to purely disbelieving. He saw the few inches of lace, then translucent white. The garter belt was also peaking out.
His first thought was, Jack wanted to remember his girlfriend back home. Then he realized, wait, Jack doesn't have a girlfriend back home.
Then he figured a fan had thrown it at him. But Alex would've seen Jack getting something thrown at him, he would've heard the stories. Hell, Alex and Jack probably would've jokingly tried to put them on. They weren't from a fan.
So the only liable reason of these... was... Jack.
Alex swallowed. His hand crept up to rub the back of his neck, skimming over his hoodie, when he realized his hat had fallen into the actual hood. That solves that, but he'd almost forgotten he wanted the hat to begin with.
All that was rushing through his brain was Jack. Jack's long longs. Jack wearing stockings. Jack letting Alex fuck him while he wore them. Touching them while making out with Jack.
He could really use a freezing cold shower right about now.
Looking down, he put the material he'd been fingering away and zipped up the backpack. But he wasn't going to forget. He had better intentions.
"ALL TIME LOW!" Flyzik screamed into the microphone, still somewhat angry he'd had to introduce the band. In reality, he didn't really mind. Just didn't like the knowing look Grieco had given them, even though it should've been Grieco because he's the assistant. Stupid coin tosses.
Alex got through Weightless, Coffee Shop Soundtrack, and Jasey Rae. Made it through Break Your Little Heart barely, but only because Jack walked up and decided to play closer.
But the entire time, the same question was bugging him. How the fuck was Jack performing?
Their set ended, as some other band started getting ready. "You guys can just go to the buses," Flyzik waved a hand before going off with Zack and Rian to find a bar.
"I'm, uh," Jack nodded towards the bus, praying Alex wasn't intending to follow him.
"Same," Alex shrugged as he started walking with his friend. Friend. Friend who he had thought was hot for a long time, but suddenly could barley stand next to without wanting to touch him.
"I'm gonna sleep," Jack bit his lip. Alex was busy feeding their new friends to really acknowledge anything, until he heard Jack unzip his bag.
Not with me on here. Not with me on here. Alex cursed every religion he could think of. He didn't know what the fuck Jack was doing, but he heard the sheets shift and he turned the volume up on the TV.
However, he was already half hard, and the issue was getting worse with the seconds. There was that telltale sound of hand cream
opening, and Alex stood up. He kept the TV on, but crept back to the bunks.
Now or never, Gaskarth. He told himself repeatedly.
"Ja- Fuck," Alex gasped as he saw Jack doing almost exactly what he'd thought.
Jack looked up, then away, face turning pure red and tried to hide. "Motherfucking hell," Jack whispered to himself. "Can you go?" He whimpered to Alex.
"Nuh-uh," Alex ripped his own shirt off and pulled Jack from the bunk, causing him to land on top of Alex on the floor.
"W-what?" Jack looked confused as Alex rolled them so now he was on top. He pressed his palms down on either side of Jack, straddling him as he started to kiss his neck.
"Fuck," Alex groaned as he lifted a hand from the floor to rest on Jack's legs.
Finally, Jack broke away from the kiss, resting Alex's head on his shoulder. "Don't get me wrong, the kissing instead of torment is nice," he giggled lightly, causing Alex to raise his head. "But, um, why?"
"There are many reasons. The most important being, have you seen yourself in these?" He rubbed Jack's thigh in slow circles. The younger boy tried, and failed, to bite back a moan. "Exactly," Alex grinned at him as he bent down to kiss him slower.
"A-Alex," Jack whined as the singer trailed his fingertips down to Jack's clothed knee.
"Yes?" Alex smirked as Jack brought his thin arms around Alex's neck, pulling him closer while he slid his tongue, needy in the other boys mouth.
"Want," Jack finally broke the kiss, panting as he did. Alex understood, and being always-prepared-Alex, pulled a condom and small bottle of lube from his jeans pocket. As he removed Jack's hands from being wrapped around his neck, Alex guided them down to his belt loops.
Jack got the message, and wasted no time in unfastening the button and tugging furiously to get the constricting fabric off his legs. He was pleased, but surprised, when he realized Alex wasn't wearing any for of underwear. Jack caught his eye, raising a brow, but Alex only shrugged and went back to biting on Jack's neck to leave marks for days.
Alex started to move, coating three fingers in lube. He bent to leave a trail of kisses down Jack's stomach, gaining another giggle. Then he slowly, oh-so-achingly slowly, pushed the first finger in.
Jack was ready though, and immediately began to grind his ass into Alex's hand. "M-more Lex, oh fuck, more," he whined while breathing deeper.
Alex added the second finger, scissoring Jack, and didn't even give warning to the third. Jack kept going, essentially fucking himself on Alex's hand.
And Alex? He'd almost stopped breathing. Because, well, fucking seriously. There was Jack Barakat, using his fingers as his own personal sex toy, moaning, wearing white lace stockings and a garter belt. Holy shit.
"Alex," Jack was starting up again. "Alex, I wanna."
"Want me in?" Alex pulled his fingers out, getting ready to push in.
"Nuh-uh," Jack finally smirked and sat up, pushing Alex's back onto the carpet.
"Well hello," Alex laughed, but groaned when he realized Jack's true goal.
Jack was bracing them against the nearby wall, so that Alex was sitting up. Jack then gave little warning, just the five seconds of aligning Alex's cock, before he started to slide down.
"Gonna ride you. S-so. G-good," Jack promised between the sharp gasps for air and Alex's moans.
"Fuck,"Alex thrusted upwards, as Jack had finally taken all of him, and was just sitting for a minute to adjust.
"Make you feel good," Jack started to kiss him, Alex twined his clean fingers into Jack's blonde black hair.
"Baby," Alex moaned as Jack began to move up and down. He repositioned Alex's hips, finally hitting that spot.
That spot that made him scream.
The guitarist was bouncing up and down in Alex's lap now, hitting his prostate again and again.
"Your. So. Fucking tight," Alex clenched his jaw as he tried desperately to keep control.
"Lex, Lexy, I-I'm gonna," Jack gasped again, this time louder, before finally moaning Alex's name and incoherent cursing.
The muscles clenched, tight around Alex. Which was really only enhancing the overall tightness, because there was no way Jack had done this more than once. With one loud, almost animal-like moan, Alex came.
His hands dug in deep on Jack's hips as their combined pace slowed. Both were sweaty, breathing deep, and completely exhausted. A wince covered Jack's face as he pulled off from Alex, and rested beside him. A quick once over showed him that somehow, his stockings were unruined.
"Sleep Jacky," Alex whined as Jack stood up to go take the material off along with the garter belt in replace for boxers.
"Clothes first," Jack ordered as he helped Alex up from off the ground.
About five minutes later, both were situated and laying comfortably in Jack's bunk. Alex was running his hand softly through Jack's hair, kissing his neck.
"Jacky?" He asked quietly.
"Hmm?" Jack looked up, catching Alex's glazed over eyes.
"Wanna make this a more often ordeal?" Alex was still in some haze of sleep and sex.
"Are you asking if I wanna date you?" Jack bit his lip, trying to conceal excitement.
"Kinda, sorta," Alex was beaming, and looked slightly high. But still, of course, inexplicably sexy.
Jack reached up, kissing Alex, slow and deep.
"Why does the bus smell like sex?" Rian stumbled onto the bus, almost falling down, but not really.
"Dunno," Zack commented.
"Where's the dye boys?" Rian looked around, opening the fridge and a few cupboards in his search.
"Sleeping?" Zack guessed, looking for something to do before he just passed out.
"But Alex's bunk is empty," Rian insisted, looking suddenly scared. "Zack what if they got kidnapped by Cobra Starship and Gabe's doing inappropriate Latino things to them? What if they come back wearing sombreros?"
"Then we drink margaritas," Zack shrugged.
"Right!" Rian grinned, completely obliterated by now.
"Margaritas?" Jack poked his head from his bunk, having had woken up when they brought their loud-ass-selves onto the bus.
But, when Jack had moved, he'd promptly knocked into Alex. Since Alex had been on top of him, Alex fell onto the floor, Jack tangled in him.
"Rian!" Zack yelled. "I know the answer to your question now!"