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Alex was curled up on the hotel room bed next to his boyfriend, his fingers tracing mindlessly over the bare skin of Jack’s torso. They had a day off from Warped and decided to just hide off in the hotel room they had booked for the night. Plus, it was their one-year anniversary and who would actually want to spend the entire night on a bus that has a ‘no sex’ rule?

The older male turned onto his side and gazed up at his boyfriend, smiling lightly as Jack’s eyes were fixed on the television. He was watching some documentary on someone in music and for some reason, it held his interest. It kind of bummed Alex out because he had turned that on because he thought Jack would get bored after the first ten minutes and put all his attention on Alex instead.

Alex adjusted his briefs on his hips and moved to straddle the other’s hips, reaching for the remote (which Jack had stolen to make sure Alex didn’t turn the television off) and finally turning off the fucking documentary. They were 24, not 50, they don’t need to be watching fucking bullshit like that.

Jack’s eyes narrowed as his gaze turned up to his boyfriend. He grumbled something about how interesting the program was and how he didn’t appreciate it being interrupted. Alex rolled his eyes and chuckled, leaning down to press his lips to Jack’s in a light and sweet kiss, letting it linger only for a few seconds.

“I have that random need to touch you again.” Alex explained, his fingers trailing soft lines over the other’s chest. Jack only nodded, knowing exactly what he meant and was sure to not object to it. He liked the feeling of his boyfriend’s hands all over his own body anyway.
Alex had these sudden urges often, the abrupt rush to touch his boyfriend where ever he could and it was in a completely nonsexual way, atleast when it first started it was. He just loved the feel of Jack’s skin under his, the way Jack’s stubble scratched at his skin. He was addicted and always needed more.

Alex’s fingers traced over Jack’s jaw first, the other’s head leaning back as soon as he felt the touch. A smile tugged at the older male’s lips, rubbing what his boyfriend hadn’t shaved in over a week. His thumb slid over the stubbly skin and Alex closed his eyes before he reached his free hand to guide over Jack’s chest, his thumb grazing over Jack’s collarbone.
This all started a few months ago. Jack was freaking out because he wasn’t getting horny so he just wanted Alex to touch him, feel every part of his body and make sure it took effect to Jack in the best way possible. It worked too; Jack was pushing Alex hard against the bed and making sure to pay back for all the hard work he had just put in.

After that, Alex just had those urges. It would always end up turning into some of the hottest sex they had, but Alex wouldn’t worry about that at first, he just wanted that closeness, that high, that addiction to get its fill.

Alex’s fingertips traced up Jack’s cheek, his pointer gliding over the prominent bone before sliding over the bridge of his nose. His touch was light and full of a mixture of love and lust. His other hand was raking his short nails over the skin of Jack’s chest, bright red lines trailing behind.

Jack fucking loved when Alex got like this. He didn’t even fucking care how it benefited Alex at this point because he damn well loved having Alex’s hands or legs or mouth touching every part of his body. He would let out small gasps, ‘oh Alex’s, and definitely the occasional ‘fuck, so good. Do that again.’ whenever he really approved of the work Alex was doing. He knew he was going to be covered in bruises and scratches and all other kinds of foreign markings, but Jack just didn’t fucking care and because why? He had the hottest fucking boyfriend and he was going to get laid so hard by the end of the night.

Alex was getting carried away this time. After completely tracing over every part of Jack’s perfect face and playing with his hair for atleast twenty minutes, he was still going. The little touches, the light sucks, the careful scratches. Jack was going fucking insane but he had somehow managed to stay halfway appropriate so his boyfriend didn’t get pissed off and not let Jack fuck him to oblivion.

But after an hour of Alex working all over Jack’s midsection, he just couldn’t hold back anymore. Alex’s lips were secure on one of his nipples and his tongue was just teasing it with the lightest touch. He had finally started to drag his nails more roughly over the already scratched skin, louder noises of appreciation coming from Jack’s mouth. Jack’s hips started bucking up hard to Alex’s thigh between his legs and he was finally getting that fucking friction that he’d been wanting for the past two hours. Moans were slipping out from the back of Jack’s throat and he just needed Alex to blow him or ride him or just let Jack fuck him harder than he ever had before.

“Alex, goddammit, please. I need you, I need all of you and I fucking swear if I don’t get off in the next twenty minutes, I can’t do this again because you’re too fucking good-” Jack didn’t even keep track of what he was saying but if Alex had given him a chance to continue, he probably would have. You just don’t lead Jack on for that long and not expect a long, blown out explanation of why teasing is a good thing until things get so far that one would be happy with grinding to get off and goddammit, Jack does not get off by grinding.

Alex looked at Jack with his genuine smirk as he slipped his hand under the elastic of the other’s boxers and slowly wrapped his fingers around his dick and kept them there. He leaned into murmur again Jack’s ear, “You should really learn that once I get in a mind set to drive you crazy, it’s going to happen. Now if you aren’t fucking me into this mattress in the next, oh, five minutes or so, that’s when we’ll have some real problems.”

Jack scrambled up quickly to turn them over, his fingers in his mouth to make up for the lack of lube and he was trying hard to get Alex’s boxers down with one hand, which was working only half the time because Alex’s hand was still on his dick and if he moved his hips only the slightest bit, he would be moaning again.

Alex fucking finally helped him get his briefs down and he kicked them off to the floor, quickly propping one of his legs up over Jack’s shoulder as he got situated. Jack pulled his fingers out of his mouth with an audible pop before settling down and tracing his fingertip around Alex’s entrance because, fuck, two can play at that game.

Alex whimpered quietly, trying hard not to push his hips down against Jack because he knew Jack well enough that whenever he’s finally in control, he keeps it that way. His whimpers were starting to get louder the more Jack decided to tease, pushing his pointer completely in before taking it back out. Alex didn’t like being teased like this; it killed him and drove him insane. He liked things quick and rough once it got to the good stuff.

It was probably hypocritical of him, but he didn’t really care. Jack claimed to be top all the time and it never gave Alex a chance to give Jack a taste of his own medicine so Alex learned that foreplay was his forte. He knew how to work his mouth and tongue in all the right ways to pay Jack back for all the teasing he gave. Even when Alex was begging him, screaming his name in want, Jack was still able to keep a straight face.

This time it was a little different though. Jack was going faster, his movements more rough, not that Alex minded; he liked this side of Jack and he didn’t get it all too often. Why not enjoy it while it lasts?

Jack pushed in a second finger, soon added by a third and he was curling and uncurling his fingers expertly. Alex was starting to moan loudly, Jack’s name hot on his lips. Alex was fucking happy that he had spent so much time on Jack’s body earlier or else he would not be getting it this good.

Jack pulled back right after his fingers brushed back and forth over Alex’s prostate. It had Alex shaking and moaning and cursing but Jack couldn’t have him come yet, oh no. That’s definitely not how Jack Barakat does things.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good,” Jack said, making sure he’s comfortable between Alex’s legs as Alex keeps his leg up on Jack’s shoulder. As the Jack lines up and pushes in, a moan comes out of both of their lips. The younger male wasted no time in moving, looking for his rhythm. Alex’s wasn’t minding it at all, that stretchhotburn not making much of a difference to his pornstar moans.

Jack was quick to pick up his pace, his hips slamming hard against the backs of Alex’s thighs and Alex just couldn’t get enough of Jack today. He was pulling him closer, dragging his nails to leave rough tracks down his back and moaning out Jack’s name in the best way to urge the younger one on. Alex knew it too; he knew exactly how to moan, whimper, or scream Jack’s name to make everything that much better.

“Fuck, Jack,” Alex moaned, trying to push his hips back against the others to get moremoremore and enough just wasn’t fucking enough. “Harder, faster, something, please.” Alex was begging and Jack was quick to fall into the orders, angling his hips slightly before his hips were going harder and faster and fuck, if Alex didn’t come soon, Jack would break the rule they established that whoever bottoms always, always comes first.

Alex reaches down and wraps his fingers around his dick, quickly pumping his hand and once Jack’s thrusts were hard and fast right on his prostate, Alex couldn’t hold back the scream of Jack’s name. Jack loved it; he could listen to that all fucking day long.

“Fuck, Jack, so fucking good.” Alex pants, pushing his hips up into his hand and back against Jack in the perfect rhythm. “Don’t stop, Jack. Don’t ever fucking stop.” Alex’s voice was getting louder and louder with each thrust, each pump of his hand. One more scream from the older male and he was fucking himself into his hand before he lost himself in moans and Jack’s name and he swears he whites out because he can’t remember Jack finishing up and he definitely doesn’t remember watching Jack’s tongue clean off his own chest.

Smirking, Jack leaned over and nudged his nose against Alex’s a few times before he reached down for the blankets to pull over their bodies, moving behind his boyfriend in the casual spoon position. The younger boy reached over for the remote again to flip back on the fucking documentary as he pressed his lips to the spot right below the singer’s ear, murmuring against the skin quietly.

“Wonder what I missed.”