Jack wasn’t going to lie; he was horny as a motherfucker, which in turn made him extremely cranky; much to the annoyance of every single person around him. And what made him even crankier, was that it was hotter than the fiery pits of Hell itself and he just couldn’t seem to cool down.

So, you could say that he was more than a little pissed off.

He was having a bit of a bad time at the moment, in that department. Every time he was about to get it on with someone, something would interrupt them (that something mainly Alex; he just liked watching Jack squirm) or he just couldn’t get… excited enough, which was probably due to the sheer amount of alcohol that was flooding his system at the time. But he couldn’t help it if he liked to drink until he dropped.

He frowned at the thought and wandered out of the stifling tour bus (the air conditioning was conveniently busted), groaning loudly at the fact that it was even hotter outside than it was on the bus. Eyeballing everything with a strong distaste, he stomped along the row of tour busses belonging to different bands that were on the tour, wondering if he could get away with sneaking onto one of them and molesting their air conditioning. He kicked at the loose gravel on the floor childishly and stuck his hands in his jeans pockets.

He needed to get laid. Now.

He didn’t actually care what the person looked like (or what gender they were, now that he thought about it), he just knew that he needed to stick his dick in something very soon otherwise he was going to explode and possibly start dry humping walls. One of the numerous single people on this God-forsaken tour was bound to want to have sex with him, right?

And Jack wasn’t one to toot his own horn, but, he knew that he was a nice looking guy (he thought that he was shit-hot actually, but let’s not go there); and he knew that he was better than average (”I’m a fucking stallion in bed, it’s a wonder people aren’t hospitalized because of my dick”) in the sack. He just wished that people had some sort of radar for this type of thing. He just really couldn’t be bothered charming and getting to know someone right now; he just wanted to drag someone to a dark, secluded corner and get down and dirty straight away. No hassle needed. He never really was one for emotional baggage, though. He just liked sex.

He could just imagine it now; someone bouncing up and down on his dick, hands pulling at his hair, kissing roughly with all teeth and tongue.

Just as he was about to give up and storm back to the bus to jack off furiously to the thought of being surrounded by tight, wet heat, he glanced over towards the tent that was set up to sell drinks to the bands and he caught sight of someone bending over, but better yet, the sweetest ass that he had ever laid eyes on.

He whistled lowly to himself and smirked; fixing a cocky grin on his face and sauntering over to the perfection that was less than 10 feet away from him.

“Hey beautiful, wanna have a little fun?” He purred, resting his hand on the small of the very male person’s back.

“Gee, I don’t know. I think you’d have to buy me a drink first.” Came the very familiar reply.

And Jack had never moved so fast in his fucking life, recoiling from the man like he had suddenly burst into flames and staring at him like he had grown an extra head.

“What the fuck, Alex?!”

“Hey, baby. Don’t get mad at me,” Alex chuckled, standing up straight and opening a can of Budweiser, downing half of the contents. “Not ten seconds ago you were trying to get into my pants, what’s changed your mind?”

Jack narrowed his eyes at Alex’s shit-eating grin and pushed past him, bending down himself to grab a can of beer from the huge bucket filled with ice. His body stiffened slightly (that wasn’t the only thing that was stiffening, he thought solemnly) as he felt Alex grind a little on his ass. He bit back a moan and straightened himself out.

If Alex was going to play this silly little game of his, then he could definitely play it better.

He fixed a smirk on his face and turned around to find Alex smirking right back at him. He opened the beer and drank it slowly, letting some of the liquid run out of the corners of his mouth so that it dripped down his neck. He smacked his lips together and threw the can onto the table next to him. He then bit his lip and let his eyes flicker towards the older man’s lips, taking a step towards him and smiling teasingly.

“I’m not mad at you, and how do you know that I still don’t want to get in your pants? But I don’t know, they look pretty tight… we might have to take them off.” He said seriously, but smiling, hooking his fingers into Alex’s belt loops.

Alex’s smirk got even bigger, if that was possible, and he licked his lips, looking at Jack with lust filled eyes.

“You’re gonna regret you ever said that, you know.” He hummed.

“Oh? And why’s that?” Jack continued smiling, edging closer to the other man subtly.

Alex licked his lips again and leant over so that his mouth was right next to Jack’s ear, breathing hot and wet against his neck.

“Because I know that you’re only playing, but I’m being deadly fucking serious here, bub. And when I’ve got you bent over the bathroom counter tonight, screaming like a fucking bitch as I’m pounding into that tight little ass of yours, filling you up with my come, that’s when you’re gonna regret it. I promise you… and I never break promises.” He purred into Jack’s ear, licking a stripe up the shell of it.

Jack (swallowing thickly, trying not to come in his pants at the thought) let his eyes slip shut and let out a barely audible moan; Alex’s whispers going straight to his cock, making it harden immediately. He looked at the older man’s face (almost hesitantly) and grinned, not missing a beat.

“Mhmm, well I’ll be looking forward to it then.” He said in a husky voice, uncoiling his fingers from Alex’s belt loops (which he had just noticed had a death-grip on) and pushing him away.

Alex (whose pupils were blown to the size of tennis balls at this point) smirked one last time before winking and walking away, but not before grabbing Jack’s ass as he walked past and squeezing it gently. Jack jumped somewhat and stared at his friend’s retreating figure; eyes trained on his ass, watching it sway from side to side in those ridiculously tight jeans, like it was taunting him.

’Okay, there’s no way in fucking Hell that Alex is being serious’, he reprimanded himself harshly. ’He’s just playing this stupid fucked up game with you, he knows that you haven’t got laid in a while’.

But what if Alex actually was telling the truth? The thought made Jack’s pants tighten even more and he bit his lip hard, trying to will away the image of his best friend slamming into him at tremendous speeds while he moaned like a whore.

Jack shut his eyes tightly and sighed deeply, forcing himself not to shove his hand down his jeans right then and there and jack off like his life depended on it. He groaned quietly as he felt warm liquid trickle down his chin a little; he wiped the bit of blood away quickly and stuffed his hands in his pockets again, walking back to the bus with a little bit of a bounce in his step.

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Jack was horny; even hornier than he was before, if that was even possible.

He sat on the couch in the front lounge of the bus, sticking to the leather with the pure heat that surrounded him; hanging heavy and vile like a sickness that he couldn’t shake off. Sweat prickled at the back of his neck and he moaned, throwing his head back against the couch headrest, stomping his feet on the floor like a child.

Apart from the blistering temperature, the only thought that was floating around his head was tonight and if Alex would actually keep his promise and fuck him like it was going out of style.

He moaned softly to himself as he felt his dick start to harden again, trying to will it away with thoughts of his grandma in a bathing suit (which made him want to hurl all over himself, never mind get turned off).

Just as he had finished shuddering at the thought of his grandma in a bikini, Matt walked into the lounge and raised his eyebrows at the man who was stuck to the couch, quivering at seemingly nothing.

He chuckled and walked over to the fridge, bending down to grab a bottle of water. He stood back up and slammed the fridge door shut, continuing to watch Jack (who still hadn’t noticed him) with an incredulous look on his face.

“Jesus, Jack. Save a couple of brain cells for tonight’s show. God knows you’re going to need them to play that whacked out thing you call a guitar.” Matt laughed at the joke like it was the funniest thing that he had ever heard, throwing the lid off of the water bottle in Jack’s direction.

When Jack didn’t respond to Matt’s hilarity (just continued to stare gormlessly at the wall like it held all of the answers to life’s biggest questions), the dark-haired man frowned and sat down next to him on the couch, punching him in the arm.

Jack jumped about a mile in the air at the contact and turned to look at Matt like he had just cut his dick off.

“What the fuck was that for?” He asked, still bristling like a pissed off cat.

“Because you were being an ass and ignoring me.”

“Well excuse the fuck out of me, Flyzik. I was thinking about something.”

“I could tell.” Matt said, rolling his eyes.

“Oh fuck off, Matt; I’m not in the mood for your shit today.”

“Aw, what’s up, Jacky? Need to get laid?” Matt grinned, nudging Jack with his elbow.

“Yes, Matt. I need to get fucking laid soon otherwise I just might get desperate enough and come to you.” The brunette smirked, looking at the manager and licking his lips, resting his hand on his thigh.

Matt visibly froze and shot up off of the chair, mumbling something about Evan and Danny and lunch.

Jack threw his head back and laughed deeply, slapping the couch with his hands as Matt literally sprinted out of the bus and to wherever he claimed he had to be.

He wiped the corners of his eyes as he continued to snigger to himself, imagining Flyzik running full throttle down the arena corridors and locking himself in a room so Jack couldn’t get to him.

When he had finally calmed down minutes later, he unwillingly let his thoughts drift back to Alex and the little scenario he had made up in his head of what might happen tonight. Just as he was getting to the good part of his little fantasy (the part where Alex went down on his knees and swallowed him like a pro), the man himself strolled through the bus door, a giant smirk gracing his face as his eyes locked on Jack who hadn’t realised he was there yet.

“Earth to Jackalope,” Alex teased, edging closer to the brunette who looked like he was in la-la land at the moment. “I believe we have some business to attend to.”

He sauntered over to the younger man and straddled his thighs (which shook Jack out of his reverie hard enough to make him squeal slightly), wrapping his arms around his neck and biting his lip innocently.

Jack shook off the initial shock of Alex sitting on him and put his game face back on immediately. He grinned back and ran his hands up and down Alex’s sides, feeling how hot and clammy his skin was.

“Sorry, what were you saying? I was too busy imagining you fucking me.” Jack murmured, bringing his face closer to the other man’s and brushing their lips together, shaking slightly with nerves.

Alex’s pupils blew wide, the black of them taking over the brown of his irises. He moaned softly, letting his eyes slip shut with the feeling of Jack peppering light kisses all over his neck.

“I must say, Jack. When you play games you really know how to commit to the part… I thought you would have run away screaming by now.”

Jack rolled his eyes and continued kissing the other’s neck, careful not to show how scared he actually was like Alex had said.

“Alex,” kiss, kiss, kiss “Were you serious,” kiss, kiss, kiss “When you said you wanted to fuck me?”

“More than serious… Why?” Alex gasped at the feeling of Jack’s kisses, ducking his head and letting their lips brush together lightly again.

“Because I don’t know how much more teasing I can take,” He panted, running his hands through the older man’s hair. “I want you inside me so bad it fucking hurts.”

“Jack,” Alex moaned, dragging out the word. “Kiss me.”

And just as Jack was about to comply and go in for the kill, Matt burst through the door like a headless chicken, shouting something about the show being rescheduled to an hour earlier than what they thought it was.

Jack inhaled sharply and shoved Alex off of him and onto the floor roughly, Alex landing on his ass with a loud ‘thump’.

“What in the fuck, Jack?” Alex half-screeched, trying to hoist himself up from the position he was in, with no luck.

“Shit!” Jack murmured, grabbing onto the other man’s hands and pulling him up, wrapping his arms around his waist. “I’m sorry, baby. Matt scared the shit out of me.”

“Excuse me? Baby? What’s going on, guys?” Matt huffed, folding his arms across his chest and looking at the two guitarists sternly.

Alex shot him an annoyed look and hooked his arms around Jack’s neck again.

“Didn’t your mother ever teach you how to knock, Flyzik?”

“Not when I’ve just been told that the show’s in an HOUR, not two, Gaskarth.” The manager rushed; eyes huge and arms flailing wildly.

“Oh shit,” Alex grinned, kissing Jack’s neck softly. “Whatever will we do now?”

“Whoa whoa whoa, I do not need to see this,” Matt covered his eyes with his hands and turned around, flapping his hand at Alex and Jack. “Just get your shit together, we’re on in an HOUR. Come on, guys! Hurry the fuck up!”

He literally ran off the bus, probably in search of Rian and Zack, wherever they were.

Alex laughed low in his throat and turned back to face Jack, grinning wickedly. The brunette raised his eyebrows and was about to ask what the deal was when he was pushed roughly against the lounge wall. He let out a guttural moan as Alex’s crotch ground up against his, gasping softly as the older man nipped at his neck.

“This,” He rasped out, sinking his teeth into the side of Jack’s neck, earning him a loud, throaty moan. “Will continue later. And I’ll be damned if I don’t get to fuck your brains out by the end of tonight.”

Jack gasped and nodded vigorously, restraining himself so that he didn’t just shove his friend on the floor and impale himself on his cock. The thought made a massive shiver run down his spine and straight to his dick.

Alex moved in closer, and just as he was about to kiss the younger man, he stopped, feeling something poking him in the leg. He grinned like a mad man and raised his eyebrows, looking down to see that it was Jack that was poking him in the leg.

“Well, someone’s certainly excited.” He laughed huskily, groping Jack’s crotch crudely.

Jack swallowed thickly, fighting off the urge to buck into Alex’s hand.

“What do you say we have a little fun while we’re here? It’ll only take a couple of minutes…” The older man whispered, slowly pulling down the zipper on Jack’s jeans and dropping to his knees.

Jack whined in the back of his throat and let his head fall back against the wall, scrambling with his hands for something to hold on to.

Oh yes. He had been waiting for this for so long.

Alex continued to smirk as he unbuttoned the jeans, pulling them down slightly and letting them pool around Jack’s feet. He licked his lips as he stared at the tent in the younger man’s boxers, leaning towards it and mouthing around the tip of it. Jack’s mouth fell open, forcing himself to stay quiet (although he couldn’t promise that he’d stay quiet all the way through it; he was a very vocal person when it came to sex).

Alex slipped his fingers in the waistband of the boxers, fingering the little tufts of hair that he could already reach. Jack waited with baited breath, for the inevitable moment when Alex would rip the constricting fabric off of his legs and swallow him whole (much like the fantasy that had been running through his head all afternoon).

But it never came.

Jack looked down, furrowing his eyebrows when he saw Alex looking up at him with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“What are you-?”

“No time now, Jacky-boy!” Alex announced, suddenly jumping up and pulling Jack’s pants up with him. “We have a show to play!”

And Jack looked like he was about to burst a blood vessel.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jack shouted, still slumped up against the wall. “I have a boner that’s hard enough to hammer fucking nails that you caused and you’re just going to leave me here? Fuck the show! Fuck me instead!”

“Ah ah ah!” Alex tutted with a mock-stern look on his face, zipping Jack back up and buttoning his pants. “We can’t disappoint the kids now, can we, Jack?”

And with a kiss on the cheek and a wink, he was gone; leaving Jack with only the wall for support and a look of pure horror on his face.

“You fucking ASSHOLE!” He screamed, bolting out of the bus after him, only to find out that he was nowhere in sight.

He ran a hand through his sweaty hair and sighed deeply.

God damn it.

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“Kids, don’t try and have sex with Alex. He’s the biggest cocktease in the world.”

“Even worse than that chick you were trying to bone in tenth grade?”

“Even worse than her! I feel sorry for my poor penis.”

“Man, and she was evil. Even I feel sorry for your dick.”

As Alex and Jack shot witty remarks to each other back and forth on stage, the crowd screamed like banshees, eating it up out of the palms of their hands like they knew they would.

They smirked at each other discreetly from across the stage, not missing a beat with their usual routine (dick joke, something Jalex related, another dick joke for good measure) and going straight into Jasey Rae, the crowd screaming even louder.

Forty five minutes later when their set ended, Jack could hardly contain his excitement, bolting off stage (nearly knocking down several crew members in the process) and heading towards the showers; hoping to wash himself off before his little escapades with Alex started.

Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t seen Alex since he had disappeared not five minutes ago. He didn’t even see him walk off stage, too preoccupied with the well-being of his own dick to notice where the older man had slunk off to.

As he burst through the door to the showers, taking long strides to the sink and looking at his reflection in the mirror, he didn’t seem to hear the door lock behind him, and he didn’t seem to notice the figure hiding behind the door, who was currently grinning manically like a serial killer.

He huffed and rubbed his face, reminding himself that he really needed to shave soon before he ended up looking like Dumbledore, and that certainly wouldn’t be attractive to the fans, or Alex for that matter.

As he was just about to give up with showering altogether to go and search for Alex, he was shoved face-first into the bathroom counter, his cheek pressing roughly into the hard surface. He yelped as he felt someone grab his arms and grip them in a tight hold behind his back, shivering when he felt warm breath dance across the back of his neck, coming out in harsh pants.

“Oh God, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this. I couldn’t get off stage quick enough.” The person moaned slightly, grinding roughly against Jack’s ass, already hard.

Jack whined and grinded back, his pants tightening almost instantly.

“Fuck, Alex,” He gasped out, trying to pull his arms from the other man’s death grip. “Let me go, I don’t know how much more teasing I can take. I’m ready to fucking blow, man.”

Alex moaned and let go of Jack’s arms, spinning him around abruptly and pressing up against him, fisting his hands in the front of his t-shirt; his lips immediately descending on the younger man’s fast and rough. He pushed him back firmly against the counter, hands up his t-shirt, stroking, caressing, setting Jack’s skin on fire everywhere he touched, while his mouth explored the confines of his mouth hot and wet and needy like he needed it to breathe.

Jack literally melted at the feeling of Alex’s lips on his, his tongue in his mouth; thankful that he was being crushed between him and the counter, fearing that his legs would have given out if the support wasn’t there.

He groaned loudly and tangled his hands in Alex’s hair, kissing back with just as much passion and intensity as the older man was dishing out. Their tongues danced harshly in each other’s mouths, pressing their bodies together as close as they could without the fear of merging and actually becoming one person.

Alex then pulled away suddenly and looked into Jack’s eyes, pupils blown wide with desire and hunger for the man in front of him. He let his eyes flicker down to his red-raw and kiss-swollen lips, wanting nothing more than to just shove his friend down onto his knees and let those lips wrap around his aching cock.

He dived forward, biting and sucking at Jack’s neck, pulling away for a moment as he lifted his t-shirt over his head, letting it fall into the sink next to them. He attacked his neck again, his hands snaking down his body and finally reaching their destination, unbuttoning the ridiculously tight jeans that he seemed to love wearing. He shoved them down firmly, moving back a bit and letting Jack step out of them.

As soon as Jack’s foot had left his jeans, he was pouncing on him again, smothering his neck in unforgiving kisses and bites, loving the almost animalistic groans that were leaving the younger man’s mouth.

“A-Alex, please.”

Alex shot back, ripping his own shirt off and throwing it behind him, unbuttoning his jeans and forcibly ripping them off of his legs.

Both men stood in their boxers just staring at each other for what felt like a lifetime, unmoving; almost unsure what to do next, nerves finally kicking in. Jack moved first, shakily reaching forward and wrapping his long fingers around Alex’s wrist and pulling him into his chest. He smiled at the older man and grabbed the back of his neck lightly, moving forward and pressing their lips together; a shocking transition of the kisses that they shared a couple of minutes ago.

Alex hummed in delight and relaxed against Jack’s chest, resting his hands on the younger man’s hips and squeezing lightly. Jack moaned softly and licked Alex’s bottom lip, nipping at it before ducking his head down and showering his neck in affectionate kisses.

Alex smiled and ran his hands through Jack’s hair; pulling it gently after a while when he got impatient. Jack lifted his head up, pressing one last kiss to Alex’s lips before shimmying out of his boxers and letting them fall to the floor. Alex looked down and whimpered at the sight, pulling his own boxers down and stepping out of them; pulling Jack into him and grinding gently.

Both men gasped at the feeling, looking at each other with dilated eyes; small pants leaving their mouths and hips gyrating slowly, both as hard as rocks by now.

Then Jack suddenly got an idea, breaking away and dropping to his knees. Alex groaned at the back of his throat and tangled his hands in Jack’s hair, bracing himself for what was to come next.

Jack looked up at the sandy-haired man innocently, moving forward and taking the head of his dick in his mouth, slowly moving his tongue around it. Alex swallowed thickly, restraining himself so that he didn’t just shove the whole thing into Jack’s mouth and choke him.

The brunette gradually moved forward, taking more and more of Alex’s throbbing cock into his mouth, still swishing his tongue around it. Abruptly, he swallowed the whole thing, Alex shouting out obscenities and pressing on the back of Jack’s head so that he would go deeper. He forced himself to take it, fighting the urge to gag; that wasn’t very attractive at all. He revelled in Alex’s moans and gasps for a while before letting it slide from his lips with an obscene pop; a string of spit appearing between it and his lips.

He then took hold of it in his hand, leisurely jacking him off while watching Alex’s face contort in pleasure. Alex had finally had enough, wrenching Jack up from his position at his feet and crushing his lips to his, hooking his arms under his thighs, lifting him up and sitting him on the counter.

He thrust two fingers at Jack, the brunette taking the hint and wrapping his lips around them, swishing his tongue around them, sucking like he did previously on his dick. Alex bit back a moan, shifting around impatiently while he watched the younger man give his fingers a blowjob.

He snatched his fingers from Jack’s mouth sharply when he felt like he was going to implode, their lips meeting in a fiery embrace as he shoved the first finger into him. Jack tensed up slightly when he felt the second finger enter, but continued kissing Alex, gripping onto his shoulders and squeezing. But when he felt the third finger enter, he pulled away completely and scrunched his eyes up, hissing in displeasure.

“Shh, shh. It gets better.” Alex soothed, scissoring his fingers, opening Jack up as wide as he could so that there wouldn’t be as much pain for the younger man.

Jack clawed at Alex’s exposed shoulder, leaving a few bright red angry scratches across it. He felt like he was being torn open, his mind going a million miles an hour, thinking about everything apart from the fact that Alex’s fingers were tearing him another hole (When did he say this was going to get better again?).

He removed his fingers and spat on his hand, lathering up his dick with the saliva. He looked Jack in the eye, silently asking if he was ready. Jack nodded and shifted around, trying to get in a more comfortable position. Alex pulled the brunette towards him so that he could wrap his legs around his waist; Jack complied and inhaled deeply.

Alex mimicked his breathing, one hand on Jack’s waist, taking hold of his leaking cock with the other and pressing the head to his entrance. Jack stiffened instantly, squeezing Alex’s shoulders even harder, leaving little half-moon-shaped indents in his skin. Alex winced a bit and stroked Jack’s cheek tenderly, whispering words of comfort into his ear, distracting him as he pushed all the way in.

Jack yelped and scuttled back slightly, teary-eyed and breathing erratically.

“Calm down, baby,” Alex panted, fighting the urge to just pull out completely and slam back in; God damn Jack was tight. “I promise i-it’ll get better. Just relax.”

Jack nodded and took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down enough so that the horrible burning sensation would go away. It subsided slightly after a couple of minutes of shifting about uncomfortably and he nodded again, silently motioning for Alex to start moving.

Alex pulled out slowly and pushed back in, gasping at the fantastic feeling of Jack tightening his muscles around him.

“Fuck, Jack. You’re so fucking tight.”

Jack groaned softly in response and rotated his hips around, trying not to burst into tears as Alex’s cock was literally ripping him in two. Sure, he had had sex with other guys before, but he had never bottomed. His erection had started to wilt, and he cursed everything under the sun as tears started to leak out of the corner of his eyes.

He just felt so full, like if he moved too much then he’d give birth to something.

He felt like all his past partners had been lying through their asses when they said that it gets better. And as he was mentally shooting every single one of them in his head for being assholes, Alex changed the angle of his thrusts and Jack could have sworn that he seen stars.

Actually, fuck stars. He saw the whole fucking Milky Way.

He let out a scream and pushed back against Alex’s thrusts, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him closer, shoving his tongue in his mouth. Alex smirked into the kiss, knowing that he had found Jack’s spot, driving into him even harder.

Jack pulled away abruptly and let his head fall back against the mirror with a crack, moving his hips in time with Alex’s thrusts; mouth hanging open, panting loud and dirty.

“Alex- oh my God Alex.” He moaned feverishly, pushing his hips forward, trying to get closer closer closer to the blonde.

His cock twitched against his stomach, leaking precome profusely. He felt like he was going to fucking explode; every stab of Alex’s dick against his prostate sent him racing closer towards the finish line, eyes rolling back in his head and mouth hanging open.

Alex leant his sweaty forehead against Jack’s, driving into that sweet spot over and over and over again, walls clamping down hard on his dick until he felt like he was going to shatter into a thousand pieces.

Jack whined in the back of his throat, gasping Alex’s name and obscenities like a mantra (“Alex, Alex, Alex, fuck, Alex,”); gazing at him with hooded eyes, fighting to keep them open.

Alex was close. He must have been able to tell that Jack was close too, with the way his chest was heaving like he was having a panic attack and his nails were digging into his shoulders harder and harder with each assault on his prostate.

Alex gripped Jack’s leaking cock in his hand hard, pumping him fast in time with his thrusts. Jack let out a high-pitched scream of Alex’s name a couple of moments later (“Oh my GOD, ALEX!”), throwing his head back into the mirror again before exploding all over the blonde’s hand and his own stomach.

Alex moaned deeply (“Jaaacck,”), hanging his head and pounding into Jack a few more times before filling him up with his seed, gritting his teeth and squeezing the brunette’s hips almost to the point of bruising. Jack groaned quietly at the feeling of Alex releasing into him and pulled at his sweaty, matted hair, earning him a throaty grunt.

Alex panted a few times, trying to even out his breathing and calm himself down, before sliding out of the younger man and slumping against him slightly. Jack smiled and stroked his hair, still coming down from his own high.

“So, you regret those words now?” Alex asked airily, nuzzling his face into Jack’s chest.

Jack snorted and lifted the blonde’s chin up, noting that he looked a million miles away from where they were, almost like he were stoned.

“No, not at all.” He grinned, before ducking his head and pressing their lips together in a tender kiss.