Dear Mr. Gaskarth (30 part 2/ ?)
This is part two
Alex stared at him for a second, like he was just about to genuinely smile. It didn't last though before he pulled his eyes away, his features adopting a bit of a hurt look.
"There's no helping me," he said, voice cracking a bit.
Jack scowled lightly, reaching a hand up to cup Alex's cheek after a second.
"There has to be a way."
Alex shook his head, almost a little violently, setting his cup on Jack's bedside stand.
"Jack, he won't let me go. He'd have me killed before I could leave him."
Jack's eyes popped open wide then. "Seriously? You think he'd do that?"
Alex returned the gesture, rolling his eyes a bit. "I'm an object to him, Jack. And I'm used to it. I'm disposable. The only person beside my parents that ever really cared is...you."
Jack softened at that, offering in a little smile.
"I don't usually care about people, Lex," he stated quietly, not able to meet the other man's eyes. "But I care about you."
Alex bit his bottom lip, leaning forward a bit with a playful smile, despite everything.
He swiped Jack's fringe out of his eyes, huffing a giggle at him.
"I didn't think I'd ever get you to admit it," he teased and Jack teasingly rolled his eyes.
Jack considered it for a second before he leaned in and closed the gap between then, pressing their lips together gently. Alex pressed back sweetly, sliding his fingers through the dark locks on the back of Jack's neck. His scruff and stubble burned a bit as they moved, but Alex didn't mind at all. He almost liked how it made the skin on his face hot. Or was he just blushing.
Delilah raised her head, looking up at them with dark - almost knowing - eyes and Jack spotted her observing them and he laughed, pulling away from Alex for a second.
"Its okay, Lilah," he cooed, stroking her head and she just lay back down with the confirmation.
Alex giggled at her a bit, but not for more than a second before Jack was pressing on, placing warm lips against the tender spot below his ear.
Alex huffed a surprised, "Ah!” winding his fingers further up the back of Jack's hair. Jack didn't stop, gently sucking on the spot as he slowly snaked his hands down Alex's body and under the man's tee-shirt hem.
Alex laughed a little, pushing Jack away after a second. "You can't give me a hickey, Jack," he warned lightly until he caught a glimpse of Jack's eyes.
The pupils in his - already dark - eyes had blown wide, enveloping his entire iris in black.
Alex's bottom lip popped open slightly, and he scotched back a little on the bed. He laughed breathily, awkwardly.
"Jack," he said quietly, cupping the younger's cheek. "Maybe we shouldn't."
Jack shook his head, adopting a frown. "Let me," he pleaded, leaning in to close the distance that Alex had created. Alex could feel, smell and taste his breath again, but this time there was more of desperate feel to everything.
Jack swallowed audibly. "I want you," he whispered against his teacher's lips. "Please."
Alex didn't know what to say - couldn't muster up enough sound to tell Jack how turned on he was, so he just nodded.
Once Jack was given the green light, he placed a hand on Alex's chest, shoving him back with enough force that he got his point across, but not enough that he could hurt or offend the man.
He slid both hands gently under the hem of Alex's black tee-shirt, pushing it up until his entire stomach was exposed. Alex stretched out his legs then, parting them so that Jack could sit between them. Alex hummed a little as the younger ghosted his fingers against the bruised skin all over the teacher's body.
Jack took his time, gently pressing at the spots until he found one that was tender enough for Alex to scowl and sit up on his elbows. He stared at Jack in impatience.
"What are you doing? I thought we were going t-" he started, trailing off a bit as Jack just stared into his eyes, crouching himself and pressing his lips gently to the more tender of the bruises. Once his lips made contact with the skin, he closed his eyes and just enjoyed the moment. When he opened them, Alex was giving him a little smile.
It was the most caring gesture he could gather - simply kissing Alex's wound like a mom would kiss her child's scraped knee or cut finger.
Alex figured that he should enjoy it while it was being offered.
Jack gently nuzzled the same spot with his nose before kissing a few more bruises on Alex's lower abdomen.
It wasn't until Alex started laughing that Jack noticed Delilah, ears perked up high as she watched what Jack was doing. She got up from her spot then to investigate further, pressing her cold against Alex's skin, electing a surprised squeak from the older.
"That's freezing!" Alex whispered as she nosed around the teacher's stomach.
Jack laughed at her, reaching out to ruffle her ears before gently ordering her to go lay down somewhere else. She licked his hand and did as she was told though, finding her way off Jack's bed and into her own.
Alex chuckled at her until Jack looked up at him again. With strangely caring eyes, he pulled Alex up just enough to get his shirt off, discarding in onto the floor.
After that, Alex had his entire torso flowered with kisses, gentle and so unlike Jack that he figured he couldn't rush the boy - had to savour the moment.
When he felt Jack's fingers tuck under the elastic band of his sweat pants, he got shivers. His fingers where so close the Alex's cock, he could already feel it. And it amused Jack to see what effect he had on his teacher, just by a simple touch.
He didn't stop though, tugging Alex's sweatpants off and throwing them in a pile with Alex's shirt on the hardwood floor.
There was only a thin layer of red fabric between Alex and Jack's hand as he rubbed gently, electing a moan from the elder.
He whimpered, rutting his hips up against the boy's palm, letting his eyes roll back a little. Jack chuckled a bit, letting go of Alex so he could reach up and tug off his own shirt, pulling it up and over his head.
Alex licked his lips a little, reaching a hand forward to drag his finger nails down Jack's chest. Jack shivered at the touch.
Alex giggled, sitting up from his laying position as he reached for the button on Jack's jeans, popping it open as Jack swooped down to connect their lips again.
Hot and wet. Tongue and teeth.
Alex tasted like Alex. Just like he smelled. Like Alex. He had his own scent and taste. His own sound and rhythm. He was just Alex.
He was the Alex that was pushing Jack back on his heels so he could tug down the boy's pants. Down past his hips and to his bent knees until he couldn't slide them off anymore - stuck between Jack's knees and the comforter.
"Lay back," Jack instructed to him, gently pushing him a little until he did as he was instructed. Alex shivered, staring up at the ceiling of Jack's bedroom. His eyes opened wider when he spotted the glow-in-the-dark stars that were plastered up there.
He frowned a bit, but that went completely out the door when he felt Jack's hand on his bare cock. He let out a surprised gasp, sitting up a bit so he could watch Jack, whom - to his surprise - was already watching him.
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Part Three (same thing, just too big to fit. Like Jack's cock)