Sick Little Games
Chapter Four // Various POVs
*Smut*
Alex's POV:
It's been four days since I blacked out in the bathroom. My mum hasn't talking to me about it at all and has been very distant around me yet she was even more protective. She wouldn't allow me to go anywhere on my own- she wouldn't even let me go to school because I needed 'time to recover'. Bullshit. I get that she's worried but, seriously, I'm getting sick of being confined to the house 24/7.
It's now Friday and, once again, mum has made me stay at home from school. In one sense I'm kind of grateful because I don't have to face Jack and his homophobic comments but in another sense, I want to see him. I wan't to be able to shamelessly check him out when I follow him to classes, I want to be on the receiving end of his bullshit, just so I can hear that beautiful voice of his. I know this is so incredibly fucked up, having a crush on your fucking bully, but it's Jack and the more I think about him, the more I can feel myself fall for him. I glance at my clock on my bedside table and groan. It's only 2pm. I roll over in my bed and close my eyes, willing sleep to come and fill the time for me.
"Oh god, Jack, fuck yesss"
Jack's hand expertly wraps around my fast-growing member and starts to pump, slowly, then without warning, picking up the pace. He had me a moaning, sweaty mess. His thumb ran over my slit and I moaned out in pleasure. Jack cut me off with his lips. Our lips slotted together like they were made for each other. The kiss was slow, yet filled with lust. Just perfect. I got totally lost in the moment. It was beautiful. Jack was beautiful. Jack is beautiful. I felt his tongue prod at my lower lip, begging for entrance. I didn't have it in me to tease him, so I let his tongue slip in. His tongue started flicking against mine in a way that resembled a kitten. His taste was addicting. He tasted of coffee, mint and something else I couldn't identify, maybe it was just jack himself. Jack, once again, ran his thumb over my slit and I bucked my hips, earning a chuckle from the skunk-haired boy lying on top of me.
"J-jack...c-close."
I couldn't manage a full sentence: I was in pure ecstasy. I felt Jack smirk into the kiss and his hand stopped. My eyes snapped open, immediately met with his dark brown orbs, his pupils wide. He suddenly attacked my neck with his lips, placing little butterfly kisses all over. He kissed this one spot behind my ear and I moaned. He'd found my sweet spot. I felt his body vibrate with a chuckle as he started to suck on that spot. I was moaning and making noises that I didn't even know were humanly possible. Damn this boy was good. He started to kiss down my naked torso, grazing my nipples as he passed, making me squirm underneath him. My dick was throbbing from the pressure and pre-cum was leaking out. Jack eventually reached my aching dick and wrapped his hand around the base.
"J-Jacky do som-something."
I couldn't stop myself from bucking my hips into his hand.
"Tut-tut, Lexxy, can't have you doing that now, can we?"
He bit his lip, which was almost enough to tip me over the edge, and suddenly took me into his-
"Alex!! Alex, honey, are you okay?"
I rolled over, confused. My confusion must have shown on my face because my mother soon answered my silent question.
"You were moaning in your sleep and shouting. Was it a nightmare?"
Oh, fucking hell. I was thankful for the thick duvet covering my lower half as I was sporting an aching boner.
"Errr, yeah, something like that." I mumbled, my cheeks heating up in embarrassment that my mum had woken me up from a fucking sex dream. Not just any sex dream. A sex dream with Jack. "I'm gonna go take a shower. You know, just to calm down and relax." My mum nodded and walked out.
I lifted the duvet slightly just to see how bad my evident...errr problem was. Fuck, I needed to sort this out because there was no way that thinking of my grandma was gonna get this down.
Jack POV:
Alex hasn't been in school all week and I can't help but think it's my fault. I've never felt guilty about bullying someone before, it's always been what I'm known for. I'm not known for feeling bad about it afterwards. I can't help but think that Alex and I have some sort of connection, a spark of some sort.
It's Friday evening now and I'm sat alone in my room with New Found Glory blasting from my speakers mounted on my wall. I know what you're probably thinking. Yeah, I may insult people about the way they look, their sexuality and other things like that, but never about their taste in music. I've been on the receiving end of bullying because of music tastes and I would never do that to anyone. When Alex walked into school on Monday, I immediately warmed to him because of his Green Day shirt and I did want to be friends with him but that wasn't like me. I had to keep my reputation up. I'm never nice towards new kids, especially not gay ones. But Alex...he's different. The way his hair flops over his forehead, partly covering his dark brown eyes which, despite showing no emotion, were still really nice. His slightly crooked smile and they way his eyes crinkled. The way his skinny jeans clung to his legs and the way they hugged his ass- no, Jack! Stop! What are you doing? You're not gay. Fuck.
This boy was having an effect on me and it's out of my control...
Alex's POV:
It's been four days since I blacked out in the bathroom. My mum hasn't talking to me about it at all and has been very distant around me yet she was even more protective. She wouldn't allow me to go anywhere on my own- she wouldn't even let me go to school because I needed 'time to recover'. Bullshit. I get that she's worried but, seriously, I'm getting sick of being confined to the house 24/7.
It's now Friday and, once again, mum has made me stay at home from school. In one sense I'm kind of grateful because I don't have to face Jack and his homophobic comments but in another sense, I want to see him. I wan't to be able to shamelessly check him out when I follow him to classes, I want to be on the receiving end of his bullshit, just so I can hear that beautiful voice of his. I know this is so incredibly fucked up, having a crush on your fucking bully, but it's Jack and the more I think about him, the more I can feel myself fall for him. I glance at my clock on my bedside table and groan. It's only 2pm. I roll over in my bed and close my eyes, willing sleep to come and fill the time for me.
"Oh god, Jack, fuck yesss"
Jack's hand expertly wraps around my fast-growing member and starts to pump, slowly, then without warning, picking up the pace. He had me a moaning, sweaty mess. His thumb ran over my slit and I moaned out in pleasure. Jack cut me off with his lips. Our lips slotted together like they were made for each other. The kiss was slow, yet filled with lust. Just perfect. I got totally lost in the moment. It was beautiful. Jack was beautiful. Jack is beautiful. I felt his tongue prod at my lower lip, begging for entrance. I didn't have it in me to tease him, so I let his tongue slip in. His tongue started flicking against mine in a way that resembled a kitten. His taste was addicting. He tasted of coffee, mint and something else I couldn't identify, maybe it was just jack himself. Jack, once again, ran his thumb over my slit and I bucked my hips, earning a chuckle from the skunk-haired boy lying on top of me.
"J-jack...c-close."
I couldn't manage a full sentence: I was in pure ecstasy. I felt Jack smirk into the kiss and his hand stopped. My eyes snapped open, immediately met with his dark brown orbs, his pupils wide. He suddenly attacked my neck with his lips, placing little butterfly kisses all over. He kissed this one spot behind my ear and I moaned. He'd found my sweet spot. I felt his body vibrate with a chuckle as he started to suck on that spot. I was moaning and making noises that I didn't even know were humanly possible. Damn this boy was good. He started to kiss down my naked torso, grazing my nipples as he passed, making me squirm underneath him. My dick was throbbing from the pressure and pre-cum was leaking out. Jack eventually reached my aching dick and wrapped his hand around the base.
"J-Jacky do som-something."
I couldn't stop myself from bucking my hips into his hand.
"Tut-tut, Lexxy, can't have you doing that now, can we?"
He bit his lip, which was almost enough to tip me over the edge, and suddenly took me into his-
"Alex!! Alex, honey, are you okay?"
I rolled over, confused. My confusion must have shown on my face because my mother soon answered my silent question.
"You were moaning in your sleep and shouting. Was it a nightmare?"
Oh, fucking hell. I was thankful for the thick duvet covering my lower half as I was sporting an aching boner.
"Errr, yeah, something like that." I mumbled, my cheeks heating up in embarrassment that my mum had woken me up from a fucking sex dream. Not just any sex dream. A sex dream with Jack. "I'm gonna go take a shower. You know, just to calm down and relax." My mum nodded and walked out.
I lifted the duvet slightly just to see how bad my evident...errr problem was. Fuck, I needed to sort this out because there was no way that thinking of my grandma was gonna get this down.
Jack POV:
Alex hasn't been in school all week and I can't help but think it's my fault. I've never felt guilty about bullying someone before, it's always been what I'm known for. I'm not known for feeling bad about it afterwards. I can't help but think that Alex and I have some sort of connection, a spark of some sort.
It's Friday evening now and I'm sat alone in my room with New Found Glory blasting from my speakers mounted on my wall. I know what you're probably thinking. Yeah, I may insult people about the way they look, their sexuality and other things like that, but never about their taste in music. I've been on the receiving end of bullying because of music tastes and I would never do that to anyone. When Alex walked into school on Monday, I immediately warmed to him because of his Green Day shirt and I did want to be friends with him but that wasn't like me. I had to keep my reputation up. I'm never nice towards new kids, especially not gay ones. But Alex...he's different. The way his hair flops over his forehead, partly covering his dark brown eyes which, despite showing no emotion, were still really nice. His slightly crooked smile and they way his eyes crinkled. The way his skinny jeans clung to his legs and the way they hugged his ass- no, Jack! Stop! What are you doing? You're not gay. Fuck.
This boy was having an effect on me and it's out of my control...
Notes
Smuuut ;) I'm pretty sure it's shite but oh well. Smut's smut, no matter how shit.
Last update for today, I'm not sure when the next updates will be because I'm going on holiday. I will try to update but they'll be shorter. Maybe I'll do more shorter ones, idk, I've not decided yet.
thanks :)
Em
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