Keeping This Up Could Be Dangerous (Nineteen)
Title: Keeping This Up Could Be Dangerous
Rating: NC-17 Overall.
Pairing: Jack/Alex
Point of View: Alex
Disclaimer: Would I really be on here if I owned them? No, we'd be partying and having a wild time.
A/N: You guys are gonna love the next chapter, just saying. So leave me some comments and I may put it up tonight.
“Let's go, Lexander,” Zack said, climbing in the back of the van with me.
“What are you doing, Zackary?” I asked him.
“Being a good friend,” he responded, grabbing my ice cream container from my hands.
“Hey, hey, hey, no! Grabbing comfort foods out of a person's hands is not being a good friend. A good friend would be going out to get me more ice cream right about now,” I told him, holding onto it tightly and scooping another spoonful into my mouth “And possibly some Reese's,” I added, swallowing my ice cream. He grabbed my spoon next, successfully getting that away from me.
“No, Alex, I'm not letting you get fat,” he told me, and I pouted.
“I'm not gonna get fat!” I yelled at him. I continued my pout, sticking my finger in the tub and scooping out some ice cream with it.
“Stop fucking eating!” he exclaimed, managing to get the container away from me.
“Okay, so first you guys were mad because I wasn't eating, and now I'm eating regularly, and you're fucking yelling at me!” I said.
“This is completely different, Alex, and you know it. We were upset because you were starving yourself, and it was worrying us because of your depression after Daniel-” He cut himself off, seeing my facial expression dropping. “But this isn't healthy eating, Lex. This is just binging to hide your feelings. Ice cream and Reese's aren't good for you, even if they are 'comfort food.”
“I'm not hiding any feelings,” I told him.
“Bull shit, dude. You've barely talked to anyone all day. You were sleeping up front this morning. Your performance on stage was so off tonight. Somethings up with you and Jack. You wanna talk about it?” he asked, siting back and beginning to take bites of the ice cream.
“Oh, but you can eat it!” I exclaimed.
“I'm not eating my feelings like you, fatty fatty two-by-four,” he responded, and my eyes went even wider.
“Now I'm definitely not eating anything anymore!” I told him.
“Shut the fuck up, I'm just kidding,” Zack told me, rolling his eyes. “Don't be such a drama queen, Alex. PMS doesn't look good on you.”
“Your mom looks good on me. All night long,” I said, gesturing at him. He snorted at me, shaking his head.
“Anyway, you never answered my question, what's up with you and Jack?” he asked.
“There's nothing up with me and Jack,” I told him.
“Liar.”
“I'm not lying!”
“Then why are you getting so defensive and denying it? Just tell me,” he demanded.
“There's nothing to tell!”
“You know I'm just gonna find out eventually.”
“You usually do. But I mean, that's when there's actually something going on, unlike now,” I told him.
“Why not just get it over with? It'll make you feel better.”
“I can't feel any better than right now, Zack,” I told him.
“Why did I find that oddly creepy?” he questioned, cocking an eyebrow at me.
“'Cause I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo,” I started singing, and he groaned.
“Okay, okay, I give up! Stop singing and I'll leave you alone?” he bargained, and I grinned.
“I win,” I answered, showing him my teeth.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Anyway, the guys were talking about heading to a club near the hotel we'll be at. You game for it?' he asked.
“Suree,” I said, dragging out the 'e'.
“Sweet,” he responded. I grabbed for my carton of ice cream, but he just ignored me, eating the last bite before exiting the van, and throwing the empty container at me.
**
“Why the fuck are we at a gay bar?” I demanded, turning around and glaring at Zack.
“Hey, calm down. It's not only a gay bar, bro! There's straight kids here, too!” he said, and I continued glaring at him. “Chill, Lex. We just thought it would be cool since Jack and Will and them can have their fun, and me and all the other guys can do our thing, and you can just get your rocks off however you'd like.”
“Alexander is not amused,” I responded, rolling my eyes at him. “Who's buying me drinks? Or do I have to play hello-titty with the bartender?”
“Alex, I'm pretty sure that wouldn't work, considering you don't have breasts,” he told me.
“I do too!” I defended, and he raised an eyebrow. “Okay, fine, maybe he won't like my boobs. But I do have a nice ass, and even you can't deny that!”
“No, I can't,” he shook his head, and I grinned wildly.
**
“Hey, bro, I'm not that drunk!” I stated as the guy I was dancing with started pushing his face closer to mine.
“But I thought-” he started, and I shook my head.
“Sorry, man, you're a good dancer, but I'm just not into you,” I told him, and his face fell. “I'll buy you some more drinks if yo-”
“Save it, asshole,” he snapped, storming away from me.
“Fine, more for me,” I muttered, turning to stumble towards the bar. I leaned against it, waving the bartender over. I gave him a sly, flirty smile, talking him into serving me another round. As soon as he turned to start preparing the drinks, I felt a familiar body pressing up behind me. My heart start speeding up when I felt them nuzzle their head into my neck.
“Alex,” Jack whined in my ear, pulling on my belt loops. “Come dance with me.”
I was getting so drunk I had forgotten about what happened in the car with Jack yesterday. All I could about at the moment was the way Jack's clothed dick was already grinding into my ass. My heart rate was racing, and I dug my nails into the bar. It had been so long since I'd been fucked by a guy, and all the alcohol I as consuming wasn't helping this fact. All this contact was making me wanna fuck, bad.
“Mm,” I hummed to him. “In a minute. I wanna drink first,” I told him, starting to wiggle my hips back against his. He let out a breathy sigh, and my eye slipped shut as he rocked his hips forward. I held back a moan at the feeling, wishing we could just take our pants off here, and he could just bend me over this bar, and-
“Here, sir,” the bartender said, setting the drinks down in front of me and making my eyes shoot . He gave Jack a glare before walking away. I grabbed a drink, taking a sip of it. Jack reached in front of me, grabbing a shot and downing it quickly.
“Shots go down quicker, baby,” he told me, breath lingering over my neck, and I shuddered. I grabbed one of the shots of vodka, throwing it back. I could feel Jack's hands on my sides, and I leaned back into his touch slightly. “Let's dance.”
He grabbed my hand, leading me out to the dance floor with him.
**
As soon as the elevator doors shut, my body was slammed against the wall of it. Jack pressed the button for whatever floor we were on, and then turned to me. He pressed my body against the wall, hands roaming everywhere as his mouth crashed over mine. I grabbed his blonde and black hair, yanking on it as I tugged him forward, trying to get as much contact as possible. He started undoing my belt, and I bucked my hips up into his hands.
His attacked my mouth with his tongue, grazing his teeth over my bottom lip as he undid my pants. They began slipping down my waist, and my cock was now straining against the thin material of my boxers, about to burst through them. I pushed my hips forward, shoving them into his, and he let out a groan. I pushed him back, and his body hit the wall behind him. I started kissing his neck, hands pushing up under his shirt. My nails dug into his stomach, making him hiss. I was about to drop down to my knees, but the elevator doors dinged open. He pushed me out of the way, hurrying out. I followed after him as quick as I could, falling forward when my pants slipped and caught around my ankles. He laughed at me, and I got up, holding them up as best I could as we ran drunkenly to our room.
We finally got to the door, and I took the key out of my pocket. I sipped the card into the door, waiting for it to turn green. It only blinked to yellow, and then I slipped it out again.
“Fuck,” I swore, and Jack shoved his hands forward, slipping them in my boxers to rub my cock lightly.
“Open the door, Lexy,” he said, and I fought back a loud moan as he wrapped his hand around my pulsing cock.
“Fuck, I'm trying, fuck, Jack,” I grunted, shoving the card in the slot again. This time it blinked green and I heard it unlock. I opened the door, grabbing Jack by his shirt and shoving him in the room. I let my pants slip down to my ankles, stepping out of them as I slammed the door shut behind me.
Rating: NC-17 Overall.
Pairing: Jack/Alex
Point of View: Alex
Disclaimer: Would I really be on here if I owned them? No, we'd be partying and having a wild time.
A/N: You guys are gonna love the next chapter, just saying. So leave me some comments and I may put it up tonight.
“Let's go, Lexander,” Zack said, climbing in the back of the van with me.
“What are you doing, Zackary?” I asked him.
“Being a good friend,” he responded, grabbing my ice cream container from my hands.
“Hey, hey, hey, no! Grabbing comfort foods out of a person's hands is not being a good friend. A good friend would be going out to get me more ice cream right about now,” I told him, holding onto it tightly and scooping another spoonful into my mouth “And possibly some Reese's,” I added, swallowing my ice cream. He grabbed my spoon next, successfully getting that away from me.
“No, Alex, I'm not letting you get fat,” he told me, and I pouted.
“I'm not gonna get fat!” I yelled at him. I continued my pout, sticking my finger in the tub and scooping out some ice cream with it.
“Stop fucking eating!” he exclaimed, managing to get the container away from me.
“Okay, so first you guys were mad because I wasn't eating, and now I'm eating regularly, and you're fucking yelling at me!” I said.
“This is completely different, Alex, and you know it. We were upset because you were starving yourself, and it was worrying us because of your depression after Daniel-” He cut himself off, seeing my facial expression dropping. “But this isn't healthy eating, Lex. This is just binging to hide your feelings. Ice cream and Reese's aren't good for you, even if they are 'comfort food.”
“I'm not hiding any feelings,” I told him.
“Bull shit, dude. You've barely talked to anyone all day. You were sleeping up front this morning. Your performance on stage was so off tonight. Somethings up with you and Jack. You wanna talk about it?” he asked, siting back and beginning to take bites of the ice cream.
“Oh, but you can eat it!” I exclaimed.
“I'm not eating my feelings like you, fatty fatty two-by-four,” he responded, and my eyes went even wider.
“Now I'm definitely not eating anything anymore!” I told him.
“Shut the fuck up, I'm just kidding,” Zack told me, rolling his eyes. “Don't be such a drama queen, Alex. PMS doesn't look good on you.”
“Your mom looks good on me. All night long,” I said, gesturing at him. He snorted at me, shaking his head.
“Anyway, you never answered my question, what's up with you and Jack?” he asked.
“There's nothing up with me and Jack,” I told him.
“Liar.”
“I'm not lying!”
“Then why are you getting so defensive and denying it? Just tell me,” he demanded.
“There's nothing to tell!”
“You know I'm just gonna find out eventually.”
“You usually do. But I mean, that's when there's actually something going on, unlike now,” I told him.
“Why not just get it over with? It'll make you feel better.”
“I can't feel any better than right now, Zack,” I told him.
“Why did I find that oddly creepy?” he questioned, cocking an eyebrow at me.
“'Cause I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo,” I started singing, and he groaned.
“Okay, okay, I give up! Stop singing and I'll leave you alone?” he bargained, and I grinned.
“I win,” I answered, showing him my teeth.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Anyway, the guys were talking about heading to a club near the hotel we'll be at. You game for it?' he asked.
“Suree,” I said, dragging out the 'e'.
“Sweet,” he responded. I grabbed for my carton of ice cream, but he just ignored me, eating the last bite before exiting the van, and throwing the empty container at me.
**
“Why the fuck are we at a gay bar?” I demanded, turning around and glaring at Zack.
“Hey, calm down. It's not only a gay bar, bro! There's straight kids here, too!” he said, and I continued glaring at him. “Chill, Lex. We just thought it would be cool since Jack and Will and them can have their fun, and me and all the other guys can do our thing, and you can just get your rocks off however you'd like.”
“Alexander is not amused,” I responded, rolling my eyes at him. “Who's buying me drinks? Or do I have to play hello-titty with the bartender?”
“Alex, I'm pretty sure that wouldn't work, considering you don't have breasts,” he told me.
“I do too!” I defended, and he raised an eyebrow. “Okay, fine, maybe he won't like my boobs. But I do have a nice ass, and even you can't deny that!”
“No, I can't,” he shook his head, and I grinned wildly.
**
“Hey, bro, I'm not that drunk!” I stated as the guy I was dancing with started pushing his face closer to mine.
“But I thought-” he started, and I shook my head.
“Sorry, man, you're a good dancer, but I'm just not into you,” I told him, and his face fell. “I'll buy you some more drinks if yo-”
“Save it, asshole,” he snapped, storming away from me.
“Fine, more for me,” I muttered, turning to stumble towards the bar. I leaned against it, waving the bartender over. I gave him a sly, flirty smile, talking him into serving me another round. As soon as he turned to start preparing the drinks, I felt a familiar body pressing up behind me. My heart start speeding up when I felt them nuzzle their head into my neck.
“Alex,” Jack whined in my ear, pulling on my belt loops. “Come dance with me.”
I was getting so drunk I had forgotten about what happened in the car with Jack yesterday. All I could about at the moment was the way Jack's clothed dick was already grinding into my ass. My heart rate was racing, and I dug my nails into the bar. It had been so long since I'd been fucked by a guy, and all the alcohol I as consuming wasn't helping this fact. All this contact was making me wanna fuck, bad.
“Mm,” I hummed to him. “In a minute. I wanna drink first,” I told him, starting to wiggle my hips back against his. He let out a breathy sigh, and my eye slipped shut as he rocked his hips forward. I held back a moan at the feeling, wishing we could just take our pants off here, and he could just bend me over this bar, and-
“Here, sir,” the bartender said, setting the drinks down in front of me and making my eyes shoot . He gave Jack a glare before walking away. I grabbed a drink, taking a sip of it. Jack reached in front of me, grabbing a shot and downing it quickly.
“Shots go down quicker, baby,” he told me, breath lingering over my neck, and I shuddered. I grabbed one of the shots of vodka, throwing it back. I could feel Jack's hands on my sides, and I leaned back into his touch slightly. “Let's dance.”
He grabbed my hand, leading me out to the dance floor with him.
**
As soon as the elevator doors shut, my body was slammed against the wall of it. Jack pressed the button for whatever floor we were on, and then turned to me. He pressed my body against the wall, hands roaming everywhere as his mouth crashed over mine. I grabbed his blonde and black hair, yanking on it as I tugged him forward, trying to get as much contact as possible. He started undoing my belt, and I bucked my hips up into his hands.
His attacked my mouth with his tongue, grazing his teeth over my bottom lip as he undid my pants. They began slipping down my waist, and my cock was now straining against the thin material of my boxers, about to burst through them. I pushed my hips forward, shoving them into his, and he let out a groan. I pushed him back, and his body hit the wall behind him. I started kissing his neck, hands pushing up under his shirt. My nails dug into his stomach, making him hiss. I was about to drop down to my knees, but the elevator doors dinged open. He pushed me out of the way, hurrying out. I followed after him as quick as I could, falling forward when my pants slipped and caught around my ankles. He laughed at me, and I got up, holding them up as best I could as we ran drunkenly to our room.
We finally got to the door, and I took the key out of my pocket. I sipped the card into the door, waiting for it to turn green. It only blinked to yellow, and then I slipped it out again.
“Fuck,” I swore, and Jack shoved his hands forward, slipping them in my boxers to rub my cock lightly.
“Open the door, Lexy,” he said, and I fought back a loud moan as he wrapped his hand around my pulsing cock.
“Fuck, I'm trying, fuck, Jack,” I grunted, shoving the card in the slot again. This time it blinked green and I heard it unlock. I opened the door, grabbing Jack by his shirt and shoving him in the room. I let my pants slip down to my ankles, stepping out of them as I slammed the door shut behind me.