White Christmas (One Shot)
Title: White Christmas
Author: sherrycookies
Pairing: Alex Gaskarth/ Jack Barakat
Rating: NC-17
Summary: There's nothing Alex wants more than a white Christmas.
Disclaimer: This never really happened, but who knows? I don't own these men, but I did ask Santa for them both. Sadly, he disappointed.
“Do you think there’s gonna be a white Christmas this year?” Alex chattered excitedly with his nose pressed to the cold window. His warm breath fogged around his nose and he wiped it away.
“I doubt it,” Jack answered, coming up behind him. “There hasn’t been one in ages.”
Alex pouted. “It doesn’t feel like Christmas without snow.”
Jack smiled, wrapping his arm around his boyfriend’s waist. “Where’s your Christmas spirit? It’s going to be our first Christmas together.”
The elder spun around, grinning. “I know. I just thought snow would make it more special.”
Jack smiled down at him. “It’s already special enough,” he murmured before leaning down to press his lips to Alex’s slightly chapped ones.
After what felt like an eternity, he pulled away. “Have you finished wrapping the presents for your family?”
Alex shook his head. “Not yet. Have you?”
“Nope.”
“Then start, asshole,” Alex said playfully as he pulled himself out of Jack’s arms.
“I don’t wanna,” he groaned.
“Come on! It’ll be fun!” He said before dashing off into the living room.
Yes, it was the magical day of Christmas Eve. This time last year, both boys were out at some bar drinking and laughing. Then on Christmas, both were also nursing a bad hangover. This year was different, though. Jack and Alex have been dating for ten months now, after being best friends for ten years. They had gone through their own fair share of firsts; first kiss, first time they had sex, first night they spent together, etcetera. But their first Christmas, not only together but as a couple, needed to be special. Jack wanted it to be forever imprinted into Alex’s head forever. Of course, Jack had spent weeks planning on how he would carry out his master plan.
With a stupid smirk on his face, he followed his boyfriend into the living room where he saw him sitting on the ground with presents strewn around him, waiting to be wrapped. He looked up as he entered. “Glad to see you wanted to join, Jacky.”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he replied with sarcastically, sitting down next to him. “Which ones are for who?”
“Those over there,” he pointed to a messy pile, “are for your family. These over here,” he pointed to some half-wrapped gifts, “are for mine.”
Jack scrunched up his nose. “That’s kind of a lot, isn’t it? This’ll take forever.”
“Stop complaining and get wrapping, Barakat.”
With a pout, Jack began to cut a huge sheet from a roll of generic Santa wrapping paper and placed a boxed Lego set in the middle. “We’re seriously gifting this to my cousin? I could play with this!”
“Where’s your Christmas spirit? You’re supposed to be giving, not receiving!” Alex scolded.
Jack huffed. Slowly, he folded the crinkling paper over the large box. “Tape,” he said to Alex. He handed him a roll of scotch tape and he taped down the flaps. Then he tossed it off to the side to be handled later.
For a while, the only sound in the room was the crackling of wrapping paper, the ripping of tape, and the tossing of packages. Both boys were too occupied with their current task at hand to say much.
Suddenly, Jack looked up at the boy sitting cross-legged across from him. He maybe be only wearing a grey hoodie, black skinny jeans, and a red beanie, but to Jack, Alex was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He loved everything about him. He loved how his lips were pushed together in a hard line and how his eyebrows were furrowed together in concentration. In short, he loved the man situated in front of him, and wouldn’t give him away for the world.
He remembered for like the tenth time today that it was Christmas Eve, and Jack still hadn’t found a way to make
Christmas memorable. He knew it needed to include some kind of sex. He knew how much Alex and himself loved sex. When they first began dating, if they weren’t out with friends, they were fucking. On the couch, in the bathroom, in their bedroom, in the car, in the hallway, in the kitchen, on the tour bus, backstage before a show, and even the supply closet of a venue if they were lucky enough to not be disturbed. And even better yet, Alex was fucking dirty. He was kinky as fuck and such a whore. He knew it drove Jack insane to see him like that. And, oh fuck, he was becoming hard already.
“I have to run to the bathroom real quick,” Alex announced suddenly, jumping up. He was about to turn around and dash away when he glanced back at his boyfriend and winked. “Don’t miss me too much, hun.”
Oh, so Alex was in that kind of mood tonight.
Before Jack could say anything, Alex was gone. Perfect. Quickly, he rummaged through his depleting pile of toys. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs. He had found them earlier, and of course dirty thoughts were crossing his mind as he picked them up and ran his fingers over the cool metal. Originally, they came with a little kids’ police set, but he had managed to nab them. He’d make it up to his nephew later, but now, he needed them.
Discreetly, he reached over to Alex’s noticeably smaller pile of gifts and hid them under an ugly Christmas sweater. He’d wait for his plan to fall into place when Alex got back from doing whatever he was doing in the bathroom.
Almost as if Alex was reading Jack’s mind, footsteps came from the direction that Alex had left and a moment later said boy appeared. He threw a cocky smile at Jack before settling down to continue the task he left behind.
Jack struggled to hide a knowing smirk of his own as he pretended to wrap the toys, bracing himself for when Alex found his little surprise.
He found it soon enough, all right. “Jack, what the fuck is this? I don’t remember getting this for anybody.” He said exasperatedly holding up the handcuffs.
“Hey, you found it. Give it back; I need to save it for someone.”
“But what if I want it?”
“Hey, now it’s Christmas Eve. Don’t be greedy.”
“I will be greedy. I’m keeping it.”
“I tell you what,” Jack mused. “I’ll give you a ten seconds to hide anywhere in the house. I won’t peek. If I find you, I’ll give you what you want and fuck you there and then. How’s that?”
Alex nodded. “Deal.” Then he jumped up. “Close your eyes, you cheater.”
Jack smiled at his boyfriend’s assertiveness and complied, eyes slipping shut. “Remember, ten seconds.”
Alex didn’t reply. Instead Jack was met with the slightest sound of footsteps padding away.
“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, two and a half, two and a quarter, two and an eighth, one.” He paused to hear complete silence. “Ready or not, Gaskarth, here I come!”
Jack got to his feet and began going into the direction he thought he heard his boyfriend’s footsteps go. He peeked into the bathroom. Nothing. He made his way to the kitchen and searched every nook and cranny. Nothing. Suddenly, he heard a suppressed giggle. Following his ears, he approached his bedroom. Of course Alex would be in there.
Ever so carefully, he opened the door as to not make a sound. But, it was unnecessary. The older boy was sitting cross-legged on their bed, handcuffs placed neatly on his lap. “Found me!” He giggled. “Now fuck me.”
Slowly, Jack made his way to his boyfriend who was still sat on the bed, never breaking eye contact. When he got there, he leaned down to press his lips to Alex’s. The elder reached up to tangle his hands into Jack’s black and blonde locks before pulling him down, so that Jack was on top of him. Jack slipped his tongue into Alex’s mouth, slowly swirling it around to explore the wet cavern. Alex wrapped his legs around the younger’s waist, trying to push their bodies closer together. He moaned as he felt his own dick begin to harden.
Abruptly, Jack broke the kiss. “Clothes. Off. Now.”
Alex nodded. Quickly, Jack pulled off the older boy’s shirt and tugged off his too tight skinny jeans, along with his boxers. His already hard erection sprung free.
Searching through the discarded clothing, he found the pair of handcuffs. Silently, he locked it around his wrist, strung it through a bar in the bedpost, and locked his other wrist. Now, he had no control of his arms.
With a devious smirk, Jack slid down so that he was settled between his boyfriend’s thighs. Gently, he teased his entrance with his finger. Alex gasped fisting the cotton sheets and spreading his legs wider in an attempt to pull Jack closer. The younger boy removed his finger and instead brought his hands to Alex’s perfect round ass, lifting him up. Alex tried to keep his head up, despite the handcuffs, to get a better view of Jack. He did finally manage it, but it was uncomfortable. For a brief moment, he wished that the handcuffs were gone, but then Jack stuck out his tongue.
The younger pushed the warm, wet muscle inside Alex and the boy sucked in a breath of air above him. He began to swirl the organ inside Alex’s tight, wet hole. The elder shut his eyes and let out a shuddered moan. Smiling, Jack pushed his tongue deeper inside, searching for the spot that drove him crazy.
Disappointed that Alex didn’t make the noise he wanted him to make; he stuck a finger along with his tongue. He moved it around, searching for his prostate. He knew he found it when Alex let out a pornstar-style moan.
“Ugh, oh fuck, Jack,” he groaned loudly.
He continued to press his finger down and swirl his tongue, relishing the moans and groans that filled the room. Those noises were what got him off, and before he knew it, he was as hard as could be.
“Shit, Jack, can you,” he gulped down a breath, trying to steady his breathing, “another finger.”
Jack complied, adding another finger into Alex’s ass. He curled them, locating the spot inside the elder that made sparks explode in every nerve inside his body.
Jack noticed a few signs that Alex was close. His muscles were clenching around Jack and his thighs were beginning to shake. His moans were growing louder, reaching his customary ‘fuck fuck fuck’ noises he made before he spilled all over himself. Suddenly, he pulled away, wiping his mouth with his hoodie sleeve.
“Narghhh…why did you stop?” Alex whined.
“Don’t think you were going to get off that easily, slut. My dick needs some attention too,” Jack snapped back.
Alex’s eyes widened. So, this was how Jack was going to go down with this session. He nodded meekly. “How do you want me?”
Jack rolled his eyes. As if Alex could change his position. “Just like that. Arms up, knees spread,” he growled huskily.
Hastily, Jack stripped off his clothing, wanting no more delay in fucking his boyfriend. His rock hard cock sprung out and Alex stared at it hungrily.
“You want this?” Jack taunted, giving his penis a few tugs. “You want me to fuck you with this nice thick cock?”
Alex gulped and nodded. “Y-yes, please.”
“Then fucking beg for it.”
“Fuck, Jack, just fuck me already. I neeeed it. I need you to pound into me, to fuck me into oblivion, so I can’t sit right for days. Shit, babe, just fuck me as hard as you can.”
That was hot. Swiftly, Jack retrieved the small bottle of lube from their shelf, but Alex shook his head. “No time,” he panted. “Fuck me dry.”
Shit, Alex was a whore.
Joining his boyfriend on the bed, he pressed his dick against Alex’s hole hard. He wanted it to hurt, all right. With one swift roll of his hips, he was balls deep.
“Ah, FUCK,” Alex let out a strangled scream. He writhed on the bed, at least as much as he could with his hands bound above his head.
Jack began to gyrate his hips, testing the waters. Once satisfied, he pulled out all the way and slammed back into him, earning another choked moan. “F-faster,” he cried.
“You want me to fuck you faster? You want me to pound you into the mattress like the fucking whore you are?”
“Ah, shit, YES! Please, oh god, please,” he whined.
Jack agreed, speeding up his thrusts. Alex’s moans grew louder and louder as the minutes ticked by.
“Ah, ah, ah, shit,” Alex groaned, throwing back his head.
“Mmm, so tight, it feels so fucking good.” His lips attached to his neck, leaving a mass of hickeys in its wake.
Alex’s eyes rolled back as the pleasure became overwhelming. He was feeling the effects of his own approaching orgasm. The world around him became hazy, and all he could focus on was the amazing feeling that was beginning at his stomach and spreading to the rest of his body. He shuddered and moaned.
Jack grunted, feeling his approaching orgasm as well. “Come on, bitch, cum for me.”
Alex whined, bucking his hips. He was so close it hurt. “T-touch m-me!”
Jack moved one hand between them, ghosting it over Alex’s swollen cock. Teasingly, he lightly slid his hand up and down his length. “Like this?”
“Owhh, no you f-fucker,” he complained.
Smirking, he pumped him once, twice, and Alex was coming. “Oh my fuck, J-jack!” He screamed as white ribbons exploded onto his and Jack’s stomachs.
The feeling of Alex clamping down around him and the sound of him releasing was too much for Jack. With a loud grunt, he came a few seconds after his boyfriend. He collapsed on top of Alex, panting and trying to catch his breath.
“Oh my god, that was just, fuck, I can’t,” Alex gasped.
“Fuck, you were amazing,” Jack murmured.
“You were too,” he mused, pressing his lips to Jack’s forehead.
They lay like that for a few minutes, coming down from their highs. Jack was the first to stir, moving up the bed to unlock Alex’s wrists from the headboard. He winced when he saw the blisters and cuts. “Aw, baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“No, it’s fine. The sex was so amazing I didn’t even feel that.”
“Do you want to take a shower?”
“Can you come with me?”
Still naked, both men blindly stumbled into the bathroom. Jack turned the water on, adjusting it so that it was the right temperature. Alex looked exhausted, so Jack helped him wash his hair and body. After washing his own, he wrapped a towel around himself before toweling off his boyfriend. He noticed that Alex’s eyes began to droop, so he quickly dressed both himself and his boyfriend before carrying Alex back to their bedroom. Alex was asleep before he even hit the mattress.
Jack woke up early on Christmas morning. It wasn’t because he wanted to (well, partly) but because he needed to. He had to do one more thing to make sure Alex never forgot this Christmas.
Alex woke up around noon on Christmas morning. To his surprise, there was no warm body pressed up against him. To his disappointment, as he glanced out the window, he saw nothing but dirty pavement and a somewhat cloudy sky. Definitely no snow today. Sitting up and rubbing his eyes, he looked around. Now where could Jack be?
He got up and shuffled around the bedroom, searching for a discarded pair of clothes. He settled on a pair of sweat pants (who’s, he had no clue) and a Christmas jumper. Then he made his way around their house, searching for his boyfriend.
Alex decided to progress to the living room, because Jack would most likely be there. It’s so much like him to sneak out of bed early just to see what Santa had left them. But when he got there, he caught his breath. The room was coated in an inch deep layer of fake powdered snow. Some of it fell in small amounts from the ceiling. Some of it was gathered into small piles in the corners. Some of it even coated their Christmas tree, giving it a magical look. The mounds of presents that once crowded the living room floor were moved into another room to make way for all the snow. The whole room glittered wondrously. But the one thing in the room that made Alex grin like a five year old was the man standing in the middle. Jack was wearing his customary “BONER” shirt and a pair of black jeans. He was poised in the middle, with his hands in his pockets, smirking like a six year old that just farted. He was watching Alex carefully, drinking in his reaction to his handiwork.
“What, how did you, why did you, huh…” Alex stammered.
“Do you like it? You better; I had to wake up four hours ago to get this done in time.”
Alex snapped out of his trance. He dashed over to his boyfriend and nearly tackled him with the force of the hug he gave him. Jack gave a surprised grunt before returning the hug, squeezing the smaller man tightly. Alex reached up to press his lips to Jack’s in a sweet kiss. “I love it, it’s just, you have no idea.”
“I knew you would.”
“I fucking love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Merry Christmas, Jacky.”
“Merry Christmas, Alex.”
A/N: I was in the mood to write some kind of smut in time for Christmas. I've been working on this one for a few weeks now, mostly because I always seem to get myself distracted. Also, since I was working on this, I didn't have time to write anything for my other story ( Don't Make This Easy)so an update for that will be a little late. ANYWAYS, have a Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays!
Author: sherrycookies
Pairing: Alex Gaskarth/ Jack Barakat
Rating: NC-17
Summary: There's nothing Alex wants more than a white Christmas.
Disclaimer: This never really happened, but who knows? I don't own these men, but I did ask Santa for them both. Sadly, he disappointed.
“Do you think there’s gonna be a white Christmas this year?” Alex chattered excitedly with his nose pressed to the cold window. His warm breath fogged around his nose and he wiped it away.
“I doubt it,” Jack answered, coming up behind him. “There hasn’t been one in ages.”
Alex pouted. “It doesn’t feel like Christmas without snow.”
Jack smiled, wrapping his arm around his boyfriend’s waist. “Where’s your Christmas spirit? It’s going to be our first Christmas together.”
The elder spun around, grinning. “I know. I just thought snow would make it more special.”
Jack smiled down at him. “It’s already special enough,” he murmured before leaning down to press his lips to Alex’s slightly chapped ones.
After what felt like an eternity, he pulled away. “Have you finished wrapping the presents for your family?”
Alex shook his head. “Not yet. Have you?”
“Nope.”
“Then start, asshole,” Alex said playfully as he pulled himself out of Jack’s arms.
“I don’t wanna,” he groaned.
“Come on! It’ll be fun!” He said before dashing off into the living room.
Yes, it was the magical day of Christmas Eve. This time last year, both boys were out at some bar drinking and laughing. Then on Christmas, both were also nursing a bad hangover. This year was different, though. Jack and Alex have been dating for ten months now, after being best friends for ten years. They had gone through their own fair share of firsts; first kiss, first time they had sex, first night they spent together, etcetera. But their first Christmas, not only together but as a couple, needed to be special. Jack wanted it to be forever imprinted into Alex’s head forever. Of course, Jack had spent weeks planning on how he would carry out his master plan.
With a stupid smirk on his face, he followed his boyfriend into the living room where he saw him sitting on the ground with presents strewn around him, waiting to be wrapped. He looked up as he entered. “Glad to see you wanted to join, Jacky.”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he replied with sarcastically, sitting down next to him. “Which ones are for who?”
“Those over there,” he pointed to a messy pile, “are for your family. These over here,” he pointed to some half-wrapped gifts, “are for mine.”
Jack scrunched up his nose. “That’s kind of a lot, isn’t it? This’ll take forever.”
“Stop complaining and get wrapping, Barakat.”
With a pout, Jack began to cut a huge sheet from a roll of generic Santa wrapping paper and placed a boxed Lego set in the middle. “We’re seriously gifting this to my cousin? I could play with this!”
“Where’s your Christmas spirit? You’re supposed to be giving, not receiving!” Alex scolded.
Jack huffed. Slowly, he folded the crinkling paper over the large box. “Tape,” he said to Alex. He handed him a roll of scotch tape and he taped down the flaps. Then he tossed it off to the side to be handled later.
For a while, the only sound in the room was the crackling of wrapping paper, the ripping of tape, and the tossing of packages. Both boys were too occupied with their current task at hand to say much.
Suddenly, Jack looked up at the boy sitting cross-legged across from him. He maybe be only wearing a grey hoodie, black skinny jeans, and a red beanie, but to Jack, Alex was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He loved everything about him. He loved how his lips were pushed together in a hard line and how his eyebrows were furrowed together in concentration. In short, he loved the man situated in front of him, and wouldn’t give him away for the world.
He remembered for like the tenth time today that it was Christmas Eve, and Jack still hadn’t found a way to make
Christmas memorable. He knew it needed to include some kind of sex. He knew how much Alex and himself loved sex. When they first began dating, if they weren’t out with friends, they were fucking. On the couch, in the bathroom, in their bedroom, in the car, in the hallway, in the kitchen, on the tour bus, backstage before a show, and even the supply closet of a venue if they were lucky enough to not be disturbed. And even better yet, Alex was fucking dirty. He was kinky as fuck and such a whore. He knew it drove Jack insane to see him like that. And, oh fuck, he was becoming hard already.
“I have to run to the bathroom real quick,” Alex announced suddenly, jumping up. He was about to turn around and dash away when he glanced back at his boyfriend and winked. “Don’t miss me too much, hun.”
Oh, so Alex was in that kind of mood tonight.
Before Jack could say anything, Alex was gone. Perfect. Quickly, he rummaged through his depleting pile of toys. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs. He had found them earlier, and of course dirty thoughts were crossing his mind as he picked them up and ran his fingers over the cool metal. Originally, they came with a little kids’ police set, but he had managed to nab them. He’d make it up to his nephew later, but now, he needed them.
Discreetly, he reached over to Alex’s noticeably smaller pile of gifts and hid them under an ugly Christmas sweater. He’d wait for his plan to fall into place when Alex got back from doing whatever he was doing in the bathroom.
Almost as if Alex was reading Jack’s mind, footsteps came from the direction that Alex had left and a moment later said boy appeared. He threw a cocky smile at Jack before settling down to continue the task he left behind.
Jack struggled to hide a knowing smirk of his own as he pretended to wrap the toys, bracing himself for when Alex found his little surprise.
He found it soon enough, all right. “Jack, what the fuck is this? I don’t remember getting this for anybody.” He said exasperatedly holding up the handcuffs.
“Hey, you found it. Give it back; I need to save it for someone.”
“But what if I want it?”
“Hey, now it’s Christmas Eve. Don’t be greedy.”
“I will be greedy. I’m keeping it.”
“I tell you what,” Jack mused. “I’ll give you a ten seconds to hide anywhere in the house. I won’t peek. If I find you, I’ll give you what you want and fuck you there and then. How’s that?”
Alex nodded. “Deal.” Then he jumped up. “Close your eyes, you cheater.”
Jack smiled at his boyfriend’s assertiveness and complied, eyes slipping shut. “Remember, ten seconds.”
Alex didn’t reply. Instead Jack was met with the slightest sound of footsteps padding away.
“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, two and a half, two and a quarter, two and an eighth, one.” He paused to hear complete silence. “Ready or not, Gaskarth, here I come!”
Jack got to his feet and began going into the direction he thought he heard his boyfriend’s footsteps go. He peeked into the bathroom. Nothing. He made his way to the kitchen and searched every nook and cranny. Nothing. Suddenly, he heard a suppressed giggle. Following his ears, he approached his bedroom. Of course Alex would be in there.
Ever so carefully, he opened the door as to not make a sound. But, it was unnecessary. The older boy was sitting cross-legged on their bed, handcuffs placed neatly on his lap. “Found me!” He giggled. “Now fuck me.”
Slowly, Jack made his way to his boyfriend who was still sat on the bed, never breaking eye contact. When he got there, he leaned down to press his lips to Alex’s. The elder reached up to tangle his hands into Jack’s black and blonde locks before pulling him down, so that Jack was on top of him. Jack slipped his tongue into Alex’s mouth, slowly swirling it around to explore the wet cavern. Alex wrapped his legs around the younger’s waist, trying to push their bodies closer together. He moaned as he felt his own dick begin to harden.
Abruptly, Jack broke the kiss. “Clothes. Off. Now.”
Alex nodded. Quickly, Jack pulled off the older boy’s shirt and tugged off his too tight skinny jeans, along with his boxers. His already hard erection sprung free.
Searching through the discarded clothing, he found the pair of handcuffs. Silently, he locked it around his wrist, strung it through a bar in the bedpost, and locked his other wrist. Now, he had no control of his arms.
With a devious smirk, Jack slid down so that he was settled between his boyfriend’s thighs. Gently, he teased his entrance with his finger. Alex gasped fisting the cotton sheets and spreading his legs wider in an attempt to pull Jack closer. The younger boy removed his finger and instead brought his hands to Alex’s perfect round ass, lifting him up. Alex tried to keep his head up, despite the handcuffs, to get a better view of Jack. He did finally manage it, but it was uncomfortable. For a brief moment, he wished that the handcuffs were gone, but then Jack stuck out his tongue.
The younger pushed the warm, wet muscle inside Alex and the boy sucked in a breath of air above him. He began to swirl the organ inside Alex’s tight, wet hole. The elder shut his eyes and let out a shuddered moan. Smiling, Jack pushed his tongue deeper inside, searching for the spot that drove him crazy.
Disappointed that Alex didn’t make the noise he wanted him to make; he stuck a finger along with his tongue. He moved it around, searching for his prostate. He knew he found it when Alex let out a pornstar-style moan.
“Ugh, oh fuck, Jack,” he groaned loudly.
He continued to press his finger down and swirl his tongue, relishing the moans and groans that filled the room. Those noises were what got him off, and before he knew it, he was as hard as could be.
“Shit, Jack, can you,” he gulped down a breath, trying to steady his breathing, “another finger.”
Jack complied, adding another finger into Alex’s ass. He curled them, locating the spot inside the elder that made sparks explode in every nerve inside his body.
Jack noticed a few signs that Alex was close. His muscles were clenching around Jack and his thighs were beginning to shake. His moans were growing louder, reaching his customary ‘fuck fuck fuck’ noises he made before he spilled all over himself. Suddenly, he pulled away, wiping his mouth with his hoodie sleeve.
“Narghhh…why did you stop?” Alex whined.
“Don’t think you were going to get off that easily, slut. My dick needs some attention too,” Jack snapped back.
Alex’s eyes widened. So, this was how Jack was going to go down with this session. He nodded meekly. “How do you want me?”
Jack rolled his eyes. As if Alex could change his position. “Just like that. Arms up, knees spread,” he growled huskily.
Hastily, Jack stripped off his clothing, wanting no more delay in fucking his boyfriend. His rock hard cock sprung out and Alex stared at it hungrily.
“You want this?” Jack taunted, giving his penis a few tugs. “You want me to fuck you with this nice thick cock?”
Alex gulped and nodded. “Y-yes, please.”
“Then fucking beg for it.”
“Fuck, Jack, just fuck me already. I neeeed it. I need you to pound into me, to fuck me into oblivion, so I can’t sit right for days. Shit, babe, just fuck me as hard as you can.”
That was hot. Swiftly, Jack retrieved the small bottle of lube from their shelf, but Alex shook his head. “No time,” he panted. “Fuck me dry.”
Shit, Alex was a whore.
Joining his boyfriend on the bed, he pressed his dick against Alex’s hole hard. He wanted it to hurt, all right. With one swift roll of his hips, he was balls deep.
“Ah, FUCK,” Alex let out a strangled scream. He writhed on the bed, at least as much as he could with his hands bound above his head.
Jack began to gyrate his hips, testing the waters. Once satisfied, he pulled out all the way and slammed back into him, earning another choked moan. “F-faster,” he cried.
“You want me to fuck you faster? You want me to pound you into the mattress like the fucking whore you are?”
“Ah, shit, YES! Please, oh god, please,” he whined.
Jack agreed, speeding up his thrusts. Alex’s moans grew louder and louder as the minutes ticked by.
“Ah, ah, ah, shit,” Alex groaned, throwing back his head.
“Mmm, so tight, it feels so fucking good.” His lips attached to his neck, leaving a mass of hickeys in its wake.
Alex’s eyes rolled back as the pleasure became overwhelming. He was feeling the effects of his own approaching orgasm. The world around him became hazy, and all he could focus on was the amazing feeling that was beginning at his stomach and spreading to the rest of his body. He shuddered and moaned.
Jack grunted, feeling his approaching orgasm as well. “Come on, bitch, cum for me.”
Alex whined, bucking his hips. He was so close it hurt. “T-touch m-me!”
Jack moved one hand between them, ghosting it over Alex’s swollen cock. Teasingly, he lightly slid his hand up and down his length. “Like this?”
“Owhh, no you f-fucker,” he complained.
Smirking, he pumped him once, twice, and Alex was coming. “Oh my fuck, J-jack!” He screamed as white ribbons exploded onto his and Jack’s stomachs.
The feeling of Alex clamping down around him and the sound of him releasing was too much for Jack. With a loud grunt, he came a few seconds after his boyfriend. He collapsed on top of Alex, panting and trying to catch his breath.
“Oh my god, that was just, fuck, I can’t,” Alex gasped.
“Fuck, you were amazing,” Jack murmured.
“You were too,” he mused, pressing his lips to Jack’s forehead.
They lay like that for a few minutes, coming down from their highs. Jack was the first to stir, moving up the bed to unlock Alex’s wrists from the headboard. He winced when he saw the blisters and cuts. “Aw, baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“No, it’s fine. The sex was so amazing I didn’t even feel that.”
“Do you want to take a shower?”
“Can you come with me?”
Still naked, both men blindly stumbled into the bathroom. Jack turned the water on, adjusting it so that it was the right temperature. Alex looked exhausted, so Jack helped him wash his hair and body. After washing his own, he wrapped a towel around himself before toweling off his boyfriend. He noticed that Alex’s eyes began to droop, so he quickly dressed both himself and his boyfriend before carrying Alex back to their bedroom. Alex was asleep before he even hit the mattress.
Jack woke up early on Christmas morning. It wasn’t because he wanted to (well, partly) but because he needed to. He had to do one more thing to make sure Alex never forgot this Christmas.
Alex woke up around noon on Christmas morning. To his surprise, there was no warm body pressed up against him. To his disappointment, as he glanced out the window, he saw nothing but dirty pavement and a somewhat cloudy sky. Definitely no snow today. Sitting up and rubbing his eyes, he looked around. Now where could Jack be?
He got up and shuffled around the bedroom, searching for a discarded pair of clothes. He settled on a pair of sweat pants (who’s, he had no clue) and a Christmas jumper. Then he made his way around their house, searching for his boyfriend.
Alex decided to progress to the living room, because Jack would most likely be there. It’s so much like him to sneak out of bed early just to see what Santa had left them. But when he got there, he caught his breath. The room was coated in an inch deep layer of fake powdered snow. Some of it fell in small amounts from the ceiling. Some of it was gathered into small piles in the corners. Some of it even coated their Christmas tree, giving it a magical look. The mounds of presents that once crowded the living room floor were moved into another room to make way for all the snow. The whole room glittered wondrously. But the one thing in the room that made Alex grin like a five year old was the man standing in the middle. Jack was wearing his customary “BONER” shirt and a pair of black jeans. He was poised in the middle, with his hands in his pockets, smirking like a six year old that just farted. He was watching Alex carefully, drinking in his reaction to his handiwork.
“What, how did you, why did you, huh…” Alex stammered.
“Do you like it? You better; I had to wake up four hours ago to get this done in time.”
Alex snapped out of his trance. He dashed over to his boyfriend and nearly tackled him with the force of the hug he gave him. Jack gave a surprised grunt before returning the hug, squeezing the smaller man tightly. Alex reached up to press his lips to Jack’s in a sweet kiss. “I love it, it’s just, you have no idea.”
“I knew you would.”
“I fucking love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Merry Christmas, Jacky.”
“Merry Christmas, Alex.”
A/N: I was in the mood to write some kind of smut in time for Christmas. I've been working on this one for a few weeks now, mostly because I always seem to get myself distracted. Also, since I was working on this, I didn't have time to write anything for my other story ( Don't Make This Easy)so an update for that will be a little late. ANYWAYS, have a Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays!