All For You (Eleven)
Title: All For You
Author: turnthepageover
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: NC-17
P.O.V.: Alex
Summary: Jack loves Alex. Alex loves Jack. But they have to keep their relationship secret from Alex's parents. What will they do when Jack finds out he's pregnant?
Disclaimer: I don't own Jack, Alex, or anyone in the lovely band and crew that make up All Time Low. They all own each other. Amen.
Warning: This is an mpreg. So if you're no into that sort of thing, I would suggest you don't read it.
A/N: Let me remind you this is FICTION. Thanks.
turnthepageover.livejournal.com/17049.html
“I haven’t heard from Brynn in a few days,” my mom said, and I cringed. I licked my lips, putting my cup down before glancing over at her.
“You won’t…because we broke up,” I told her, not looking up at her face.
“What? What happened?” she asked, surprised.
“I just… I didn’t feel like it was working out,” I answered.
“What wasn’t working out about it?”
“She was just….she was too clingy. And controlling. I’m sorry, mom, but I can’t deal with a relationship like that,” I told her.
“I-it’s okay, honey. I’m just shocked is all. You guys have been together so long,” she said.
I stared down at my knees, wishing I could tell her the truth. It killed me to lie to my mom, but I didn’t know if I’d be able to handle the pain of her not accepting me.
“You’re young though, I wouldn’t fret on it too much. Being as handsome as you are, the girls will be falling into your lap soon enough,” she said, pinching my cheek teasingly. I smiled, feeling my heart swell at the compliment. My parents never complimented me; neither of them had since Daniel had died. My father barely ever talked to me now, actually.
“I’m pretty over it, actually. It was a long time coming,” I told her.
“I understand,” she answered.
“Dad’s gonna be pissed, huh?” I asked, going back to playing with my fingers nervously.
“Why would he?”
“He loves Brynn,” I said.
“He’ll get over it. It’s your choice,” she said.
I nodded, still unsure. I heard the door open, and I looked over to see my father entering the house. He took off his coat, hanging it in the closet and slipping off his shoes. He came into the living room, kissing my mom before sitting next to her on the couch.
“Hey, dad,” I said, and he glanced over at me.
“Hello, Alex,” he answered.
“Alex, why don’t you go grab the paper for your dad to read?” Mom offered, and I nodded. I stood up, walking into the kitchen and grabbing the newspaper off the kitchen table. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, and I pulled it out. I opened the message from jack, leaning against the table.
[b]From: Jack
You should come over.
Received Sat May 19 5:23 pm[/b]
I smiled, hitting reply.
To: Jack
I’ll let you know in a second.
Sent: Sat May 19, 5:24 pm
I closed my phone, walking back into the living room. I handed the paper to my dad before turning to my mom.
“I’m gonna go over to Jack’s for a little bit. Is that alright?” I asked her.
“Actually, I was hoping you’d stay home tonight,” my mom answered, looking up from her knitting. “You’ve been over there the last couple nights. Why doesn’t Jack come over here? I feel like he hasn’t in months.”
I bit my lip, nodding. “Y-yeah, I’ll ask him.”
“Tell him I’ll go get those spicy wings he likes,” she said, smiling. I smiled back , pulling out my phone.
I reopened his message, hitting reply once again.
To: Jack
Mom doesn’t want me to go. She said you can come over if you want.
Sent: Sat May 19 5:29 pm
I smiled at my mom when I looked up, realizing she was watching me. It took him about thirty seconds to text back.
From: Jack
…alright. If that’s a good idea..?
Received: Sat May 19 5:30 pm
To: Jack
It’ll be okay.
Sent: Sat May 19 5:30 pm
****
“That was one of the most awkward experiences of my life,” Jack said, laying himself down on my bed.
“I’m sorry. My parents are just..” I trailed off, shaking my head.
“It’s not your fault. At least they don’t know it’s your baby,” he answered, and I could sense a slight bit to his voice. I chose not to acknowledge it instead flipped on my TV.
“What do you wanna do?” I asked.
“We can’t do what I wanna do,” he said with a cheeky smile.
“Oh yeah? And what would that be?” I raised an eyebrow.
“I’m pretty sure you know exactly what I’m thinking,” he said, with a smirk and I grinned.
“A little of this?” I asked, grasping his knee. I rubbed it, slowly moving my hand further up his thigh.
“Mm, well my thoughts were a little higher,” he answered, leaning back nonchalantly and spreading his leg farther.
“Really? ‘Cause my ideas are a little farther back,” I smirked, running my fingers over the small bulge already growing.
“Babe, don’t tease when you know we’re just gonna have to stop,” he told me.
“Who said we gotta stop?” I asked, pressing my lips to his.
“If your parents come in here, we’re so dead,” he told me, and I nipped his jaw.
“Never stopped you before,” I mused.
“This is different-”
“Yeah, it is. Years of practice. We’re seasoned pros now, babe. Don’t worry,” I mumbled, sucking on his collarbone.
I felt his fingers tangle in my hair, knowing I had won. I grinned, laying him back.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” he asked, glancing over at the door.
“Nope,” I answered, kissing him. “Now get naked.”
I stood up, peeling my shirt off. I moved to the dor, sticking my head out and checking that neither of my parents were outside of it. I heard the television playing loudly from downstairs, and I quickly stepped back inside. I locked the door behind me, twisting the handle to be sure. I turned my stereo on, hitting play.
“It’s our song,” I smiled at him.
“This isn’t our song,” he answered, making a face at me. I slipped my jeans off, moving back toward him.
“Well, it’s one of our songs,” I answered, kissing his lips. “We only have, like, fifteen.”
He rolled his eyes, nipping at my ear gently.
“You and I should get away for awhile,” I sang softly in his ear, nibbling the cartilage.
“I just wanna be alone with your smile,” he sang back, making me grin.
“Buy some candy and cigarettes and we’ll get in my car.”
“We’ll blast the stereo and we’ll drive to Madagascar.”
“Because when I’m with you, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do,” I sang, biting my way along his shoulder.
“I just wanna be your only one.” His fingers found their way into my hair.
“You always will,” I told him, smirking. I reached into my nightstand, grabbing the bottle of lube out. He took it from my hands, gently pushing me onto my back. “What’s this?”
“I’m on top,” he muttered, popping the cap. “I wanna ride you.”
“Mm, well then. Have it your way,” I told him.
He turned the bottle over, allowing the clear liquid to pool in his hand. He smeared it around before reaching out and grabbing a hold of my erection. I moaned, hips snapping up into his hand.
“Man, I feel bad I already lubed you up. I should have totally blown you,” he told me.
“You still could,” I told him, closing my eyes and purring as his hand moved over my dick.
“No. That would be gross,” he said, making a disgusted face.
“It’s just lube.”
“Lube tastes gross,” he told me. “Buy some flavored kind next time, and then we’ll talk. Maybe we’ll even talk rimming.”
“You’re a tease,” I whined.
He giggled, kissing my lips lovingly. He picked the bottle back up. “Would you like the honor? Or should I?”
“Gimme,” I said, snatching it from his hands. “Lay back, baby.”
I coated three fingers, rubbing the excess onto my sheets. I spread his knees apart, leaning down to kiss him as I pushed the first finger in. He didn’t even flinch, grinding himself down against my hand slightly. I took that as an okay to add another. I pushed the second one in, and he moaned lightly into my mouth.
“Something tells me Jacky’s been playing with his fingers,” I teased, and he smirked.
“I can’t help it. My sex drives worse now than when we got together,” he answered.
It was ture. Ever since he had gotten pregnant, his hormones kicked in full gear. He was even hornier now than ever before, which was saying something.
“I’m not complaining,” I smirked. I pushed my third finger in, twisting my wrist and angling them. It took a couple tries, a couple different angles, but soon his back was arching and he was moaning. “Not so loud,” I muttered, kissing him to shut him up.
“I-I can’t help it,” he gasped.
I pushed my fingers in a couple more times before he began wiggling away from them.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“Take them out! I want you!” he whined, and I pulled my fingers away.
He rolled me over, climbing into my lap, rubbing against my erection.
“Oh, oh fuck, Jack. What are you doing? Come on!” I exclaimed.
“I’m getting there,” he said, sitting on his knees for a second. He grabbed a hold of my cock, aligning it with his entrance. He sank down slowly, making my toes curl as I was enveloped in the hot hot heat. He began slowly rising up and falling back down, rising up, falling down, up, down, up, down.
He moaned softly, hands reaching down to scratch at the front of my chest.
“Damn, baby,” I muttered, keeping a tight grip on his hips. I pushed him up, helping him keep his leverage as he grew tired. The pleasure was too much.
He rolled his hips down, and I thrusted up into him. “Mm, Alex.”
“Yeah, Jack,” I mumbled.
“T-touch me,” he whined.
I grabbed his dick, smearing the precum over my hand before wrapping it around him. I moved my hand in time with his trusts.
I heard a knock on my door and Jack froze. He looked at me with wide-eyes, and I put a finger up to my lips.
“Yeah?” I called out.
“Your father and I are going to bed. You guys can have the downstairs to yourself. Night, sweetheart.”
“Night, mom,” I called, looking back up at Jack’s horrified expression. “It’s okay. Just be really quiet.”
“A-are you-”
“Jack, they don’t suspect a thing. Why stop now?” I asked him.
He shook his head, beginning to roll his hips again. I grunted, moving my hand.
“Fu-uhn,” he whined, biting his lip.
“Shh,” I reminded him, free hand caressing his hip.
“Alex,” he whimpered.
“Let go,” I murmured. “Come on, baby.”
“Lex.” I felt his nails dig into my chest, rocking his hips.
“Mmm, baby. Come on, give it to me,” I whispered, nails slightly cutting his hips.
“I-I, fuck, fuck ah-” I pulled him down, clamping my fingers over his mouth as he moaned out loud. His hips jerked forward, ass tightening around me as he orgasmed. I grunted, biting my lip and curling my toes as my own orgasm washed over me. “Alex, mm,” he whimpered as I moved my fingers from his mouth. He collapsed on top of me, nuzzling his sweaty face into my chest
Author: turnthepageover
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: NC-17
P.O.V.: Alex
Summary: Jack loves Alex. Alex loves Jack. But they have to keep their relationship secret from Alex's parents. What will they do when Jack finds out he's pregnant?
Disclaimer: I don't own Jack, Alex, or anyone in the lovely band and crew that make up All Time Low. They all own each other. Amen.
Warning: This is an mpreg. So if you're no into that sort of thing, I would suggest you don't read it.
A/N: Let me remind you this is FICTION. Thanks.
turnthepageover.livejournal.com/17049.html
“I haven’t heard from Brynn in a few days,” my mom said, and I cringed. I licked my lips, putting my cup down before glancing over at her.
“You won’t…because we broke up,” I told her, not looking up at her face.
“What? What happened?” she asked, surprised.
“I just… I didn’t feel like it was working out,” I answered.
“What wasn’t working out about it?”
“She was just….she was too clingy. And controlling. I’m sorry, mom, but I can’t deal with a relationship like that,” I told her.
“I-it’s okay, honey. I’m just shocked is all. You guys have been together so long,” she said.
I stared down at my knees, wishing I could tell her the truth. It killed me to lie to my mom, but I didn’t know if I’d be able to handle the pain of her not accepting me.
“You’re young though, I wouldn’t fret on it too much. Being as handsome as you are, the girls will be falling into your lap soon enough,” she said, pinching my cheek teasingly. I smiled, feeling my heart swell at the compliment. My parents never complimented me; neither of them had since Daniel had died. My father barely ever talked to me now, actually.
“I’m pretty over it, actually. It was a long time coming,” I told her.
“I understand,” she answered.
“Dad’s gonna be pissed, huh?” I asked, going back to playing with my fingers nervously.
“Why would he?”
“He loves Brynn,” I said.
“He’ll get over it. It’s your choice,” she said.
I nodded, still unsure. I heard the door open, and I looked over to see my father entering the house. He took off his coat, hanging it in the closet and slipping off his shoes. He came into the living room, kissing my mom before sitting next to her on the couch.
“Hey, dad,” I said, and he glanced over at me.
“Hello, Alex,” he answered.
“Alex, why don’t you go grab the paper for your dad to read?” Mom offered, and I nodded. I stood up, walking into the kitchen and grabbing the newspaper off the kitchen table. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, and I pulled it out. I opened the message from jack, leaning against the table.
[b]From: Jack
You should come over.
Received Sat May 19 5:23 pm[/b]
I smiled, hitting reply.
To: Jack
I’ll let you know in a second.
Sent: Sat May 19, 5:24 pm
I closed my phone, walking back into the living room. I handed the paper to my dad before turning to my mom.
“I’m gonna go over to Jack’s for a little bit. Is that alright?” I asked her.
“Actually, I was hoping you’d stay home tonight,” my mom answered, looking up from her knitting. “You’ve been over there the last couple nights. Why doesn’t Jack come over here? I feel like he hasn’t in months.”
I bit my lip, nodding. “Y-yeah, I’ll ask him.”
“Tell him I’ll go get those spicy wings he likes,” she said, smiling. I smiled back , pulling out my phone.
I reopened his message, hitting reply once again.
To: Jack
Mom doesn’t want me to go. She said you can come over if you want.
Sent: Sat May 19 5:29 pm
I smiled at my mom when I looked up, realizing she was watching me. It took him about thirty seconds to text back.
From: Jack
…alright. If that’s a good idea..?
Received: Sat May 19 5:30 pm
To: Jack
It’ll be okay.
Sent: Sat May 19 5:30 pm
****
“That was one of the most awkward experiences of my life,” Jack said, laying himself down on my bed.
“I’m sorry. My parents are just..” I trailed off, shaking my head.
“It’s not your fault. At least they don’t know it’s your baby,” he answered, and I could sense a slight bit to his voice. I chose not to acknowledge it instead flipped on my TV.
“What do you wanna do?” I asked.
“We can’t do what I wanna do,” he said with a cheeky smile.
“Oh yeah? And what would that be?” I raised an eyebrow.
“I’m pretty sure you know exactly what I’m thinking,” he said, with a smirk and I grinned.
“A little of this?” I asked, grasping his knee. I rubbed it, slowly moving my hand further up his thigh.
“Mm, well my thoughts were a little higher,” he answered, leaning back nonchalantly and spreading his leg farther.
“Really? ‘Cause my ideas are a little farther back,” I smirked, running my fingers over the small bulge already growing.
“Babe, don’t tease when you know we’re just gonna have to stop,” he told me.
“Who said we gotta stop?” I asked, pressing my lips to his.
“If your parents come in here, we’re so dead,” he told me, and I nipped his jaw.
“Never stopped you before,” I mused.
“This is different-”
“Yeah, it is. Years of practice. We’re seasoned pros now, babe. Don’t worry,” I mumbled, sucking on his collarbone.
I felt his fingers tangle in my hair, knowing I had won. I grinned, laying him back.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” he asked, glancing over at the door.
“Nope,” I answered, kissing him. “Now get naked.”
I stood up, peeling my shirt off. I moved to the dor, sticking my head out and checking that neither of my parents were outside of it. I heard the television playing loudly from downstairs, and I quickly stepped back inside. I locked the door behind me, twisting the handle to be sure. I turned my stereo on, hitting play.
“It’s our song,” I smiled at him.
“This isn’t our song,” he answered, making a face at me. I slipped my jeans off, moving back toward him.
“Well, it’s one of our songs,” I answered, kissing his lips. “We only have, like, fifteen.”
He rolled his eyes, nipping at my ear gently.
“You and I should get away for awhile,” I sang softly in his ear, nibbling the cartilage.
“I just wanna be alone with your smile,” he sang back, making me grin.
“Buy some candy and cigarettes and we’ll get in my car.”
“We’ll blast the stereo and we’ll drive to Madagascar.”
“Because when I’m with you, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do,” I sang, biting my way along his shoulder.
“I just wanna be your only one.” His fingers found their way into my hair.
“You always will,” I told him, smirking. I reached into my nightstand, grabbing the bottle of lube out. He took it from my hands, gently pushing me onto my back. “What’s this?”
“I’m on top,” he muttered, popping the cap. “I wanna ride you.”
“Mm, well then. Have it your way,” I told him.
He turned the bottle over, allowing the clear liquid to pool in his hand. He smeared it around before reaching out and grabbing a hold of my erection. I moaned, hips snapping up into his hand.
“Man, I feel bad I already lubed you up. I should have totally blown you,” he told me.
“You still could,” I told him, closing my eyes and purring as his hand moved over my dick.
“No. That would be gross,” he said, making a disgusted face.
“It’s just lube.”
“Lube tastes gross,” he told me. “Buy some flavored kind next time, and then we’ll talk. Maybe we’ll even talk rimming.”
“You’re a tease,” I whined.
He giggled, kissing my lips lovingly. He picked the bottle back up. “Would you like the honor? Or should I?”
“Gimme,” I said, snatching it from his hands. “Lay back, baby.”
I coated three fingers, rubbing the excess onto my sheets. I spread his knees apart, leaning down to kiss him as I pushed the first finger in. He didn’t even flinch, grinding himself down against my hand slightly. I took that as an okay to add another. I pushed the second one in, and he moaned lightly into my mouth.
“Something tells me Jacky’s been playing with his fingers,” I teased, and he smirked.
“I can’t help it. My sex drives worse now than when we got together,” he answered.
It was ture. Ever since he had gotten pregnant, his hormones kicked in full gear. He was even hornier now than ever before, which was saying something.
“I’m not complaining,” I smirked. I pushed my third finger in, twisting my wrist and angling them. It took a couple tries, a couple different angles, but soon his back was arching and he was moaning. “Not so loud,” I muttered, kissing him to shut him up.
“I-I can’t help it,” he gasped.
I pushed my fingers in a couple more times before he began wiggling away from them.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“Take them out! I want you!” he whined, and I pulled my fingers away.
He rolled me over, climbing into my lap, rubbing against my erection.
“Oh, oh fuck, Jack. What are you doing? Come on!” I exclaimed.
“I’m getting there,” he said, sitting on his knees for a second. He grabbed a hold of my cock, aligning it with his entrance. He sank down slowly, making my toes curl as I was enveloped in the hot hot heat. He began slowly rising up and falling back down, rising up, falling down, up, down, up, down.
He moaned softly, hands reaching down to scratch at the front of my chest.
“Damn, baby,” I muttered, keeping a tight grip on his hips. I pushed him up, helping him keep his leverage as he grew tired. The pleasure was too much.
He rolled his hips down, and I thrusted up into him. “Mm, Alex.”
“Yeah, Jack,” I mumbled.
“T-touch me,” he whined.
I grabbed his dick, smearing the precum over my hand before wrapping it around him. I moved my hand in time with his trusts.
I heard a knock on my door and Jack froze. He looked at me with wide-eyes, and I put a finger up to my lips.
“Yeah?” I called out.
“Your father and I are going to bed. You guys can have the downstairs to yourself. Night, sweetheart.”
“Night, mom,” I called, looking back up at Jack’s horrified expression. “It’s okay. Just be really quiet.”
“A-are you-”
“Jack, they don’t suspect a thing. Why stop now?” I asked him.
He shook his head, beginning to roll his hips again. I grunted, moving my hand.
“Fu-uhn,” he whined, biting his lip.
“Shh,” I reminded him, free hand caressing his hip.
“Alex,” he whimpered.
“Let go,” I murmured. “Come on, baby.”
“Lex.” I felt his nails dig into my chest, rocking his hips.
“Mmm, baby. Come on, give it to me,” I whispered, nails slightly cutting his hips.
“I-I, fuck, fuck ah-” I pulled him down, clamping my fingers over his mouth as he moaned out loud. His hips jerked forward, ass tightening around me as he orgasmed. I grunted, biting my lip and curling my toes as my own orgasm washed over me. “Alex, mm,” he whimpered as I moved my fingers from his mouth. He collapsed on top of me, nuzzling his sweaty face into my chest