Kiss The Sweat Away.

I guess you could say it happened when Jack went down to the barricade during Dear Maria at tonight’s show.

Well, no. It’s not even an “I guess”, because a fan, most likely under aged definitely did grope Jack’s crotch when he was just trying to have a good time. Did he ask for that? Probably, but he wasn’t actually being serious. A bit of suggestive on-stage banter never hurt anyone.

Tonight was obviously an acception.

Hey, a hand on a crotch is a hand on a crotch, under aged or not. Jack was a man with needs; he needed some release every once in awhile. Well, that didn’t mean that Jack wanted some teenage girl trying to get at his nether regions through his sweaty jeans. No, he was not up for that, but he certainly couldn’t help the fact that he was pitching a tent in his pants as he strutted consciously on stage.

The tent was small, he swears it was. Blame it on the friction.

However, the little things added up, like Jack’s guitar moving recklessly around his pelvis or even the heavy vibration that was sent through the entire venue every time Rian hit his damned kick pedal. None of it was helping the whole ordeal that was currently in Jack’s pants. He planned on just ignoring it, but the situation just kept getting worse and to be blunt, Jack was pretty horny at this point. He just wanted to be touched.

That being said, Jack rushed off stage once the encore was over and went straight for the showers with every intention of jerking himself off until he couldn’t walk properly. With his dick throbbing in his pants, he realized that it has been awhile since he’s even gotten off, and that only excited him further. The on-stage adrenaline started to slowly transfigure into pure euphoria as the guitarist stripped himself of his sweat saturated shirt, tossing it onto the grimy tiled floors as he made his way towards one of the shower heads. Turning the knob for the water, Jack allowed his right hand to shamelessly palm his bulge; a sigh passing his lips that most definitely resembled a soft moan.

“Jack?” the brunet heard Matt’s voice echo from the other side of the door, soon followed by a series of knocks on the door.

“What?” Jack groaned, not bothering to slow down whatsoever as he slid his hands towards the button on his jeans.

“I hope you’re not planning on showering,” Matt replied, his voice stern as Jack undid his button and slid his zipper down, “The venue wants us out of here as soon as possible. You can shower in the bus, lets go.”

Jack had only had the tips of his fingers shoved past the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs when the words left his managers mouth. They had to leave now? Was Matt fucking kidding?

“Seriously, Jack, if you’re not out here in 30 seconds god forbid I’ll unlock this door,” Matt scolded threateningly, causing jack to let out a groan as he painfully re-zipped and buttoned his jeans.

Okay, so he wasn’t fucking kidding.

Picking up his t-shirt and not bothering to put it back on, Jack angrily swung the bathroom door back open and shoved past Matt, ignoring the questioning glances he received from his band and crewmates as he made a beeline down the hall and towards the back door.

He just wanted to get off. Was that really too much to ask for?

- ♦ -

Okay, so apparently it really was too much to ask for, and Jack was currently teetering on the edge of sanity and ripping his fucking hair out.

Matt could’ve told him that their goddamn showerhead was broken.

Jack let out a loud groan, one hand tugging at his sweaty hair as the other slammed against the cool wall of their tour bus’ bathroom before he stood from where he was previously seated on the edge of the sink. Jack couldn’t just masturbate without some type of sound to drown out the inhumane noises that he tends to make out of pleasure. Not to mention that Matt has some kind of no sex, no touching yourself type rule for the bus.

Matt is just unintentionally being a grade A cock block right now, even if it is just Jack’s hand trying to get into his own pants.

Exiting the small room, Jack nearly jumped out of his skin to see that the band and crew were already back on the bus.

On top of that, a large majority of them were giving the guitarist quizzical stares.

“Uh,” Rian spoke up after a moment, breaking the silence, “We were all going to go out to that bar up the street, if you want to join.”

“No,” Jack replied bluntly without a second thought before turning and traipsing towards the other end of the bus. If they were all leaving then he could touch himself to his hearts consent for at least 2 hours. Even if all Jack really needed was five minutes, he was not about to turn down the opportunity of alone time.

Climbing into his bunk, Jack pulled out his phone and opened up twitter.

@JackAllTimeLow: Open invitation for anyone in close proximity to get in my bunk

Honestly, Jack would take just about anyone right now. He was about to roll over and hump his mattress senseless until he heard the door of the bus slam shut.

And then it was quiet.

Jack held his breath, straining his hearing for even the tiniest of noises as his index finger and thumb gripped the waistband of his denim.

Were they gone?

Of course not.

Right as Jack was about to shove his pants down his thighs, his bunk’s curtain was yanked open to reveal Alex crouched down, perched on his toes with a concerned expression etched across his features.

“Fuck!” Jack snapped, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes before slamming them back onto the mattress on either side of his body, “Why are you here?!”

Alex’s face softened, his eyebrows furrowing slightly, “What’s going on with you? Everyone left and I stayed back to see if you were alright.”

“I’m fine,” Jack all but growled, blankly staring straight towards the ceiling of his bunk, “can you leave me be?”

“Um, I guess so?” Alex replied sadly, scratching the back of his neck before standing back up and closing Jack’s curtain.

Jack sighed, hearing the door to the back lounge close as guilt started to slowly take over Jack’s previously pissed off state of mind. A couple of minutes passed before Jack reluctantly crawled from his bunk and slid the door to the back lounge open. Hey, he couldn’t get off knowing that he hurt his best friends feelings… as weird as that sounds. Really, Jack was just tired and frustrated and wanted to get rid of his goddamn erection before his pants split in two.

“Alex?” Jack piped up as he poked his head through the door to see Alex sitting comfortably on the couch, his phone in his hand.

The singer hesitantly looked up, offering Jack a small smile, “Hey Jack-o.”

“I… sorry for being a dick to you back there,” Jack blurted awkwardly, hiding his prominent bulge behind the door.

“It’s fine, we all have our days,” Alex shrugged, giving his friend an understanding grin, “Wanna watch a movie, or talk about it, if you want? It’s kind of boring back here when you’re by yourself,” Alex stated, looking around the small room as the guitarist grew nervous.

Oh, how Jack wanted to turn him down. He really fucking did, but it was extremely hard for the brunet to lie when Alex was giving Jack that stupid, hopeful smile. Jack couldn’t say no without an explanation, but he wasn’t about to tell Alex why.

“Sure,” Jack replied with extreme hesitation, “Let me grab a blanket first, yeah?”

Alex nodded before Jack turned and closed the door, reaching into his bunk and grabbing his Adventure Time blanket. He had no idea what he was trying to get himself into, but honestly, there was really no going back as Jack re-entered the back lounge and sat down on one of the couches to see that Alex was turning on Jurassic Park.

Ah, yes. There’s nothing like watching old dinosaurs when you’ve got a boner.

It sucked because Jack knew that Alex was genuinely trying, he really was. It wasn’t often that Jack got upset when his child-like persona is persistently shining through ninety five percent of the time, but knowing that he was about to watch a two hour movie about goddamn dinosaurs made him want to explode.

And explode he did.

“Alex, I’m horny,” Jack blurted involuntarily as Alex started to laugh.

“When aren’t you horny, Jack?”

Jack groaned, shoulder slumping, “I’m serious Alex, I-”

“I know, Jack. I read your tweet,” Alex turned, tossing Jack his phone to see that his twitter was opened.

“I- oh. I mean… I was just going say that we can totally still watch the movie but I just… I need to kind of take care of this,” Jack gestured towards his crotch, “beforehand.”

Alex shook his head and walked towards Jack, “You don’t have to.”

Jack shot Alex and inquiring glare, “Uh, unless you want my dick popping through my blanket for two hours, I think that I do.”

Alex’s lips formed a crooked, toothy grin as he sat down next to Jack, “You’re oblivious.”

Jack hitched an eyebrow, “Care to elaborate? Because I’m pretty sure that I- oh,” Jack cut himself off as Alex ducked his head and pressed his mouth to Jack’s throat.

Alex licked and nipped his way up Jack’s until the singer was flicking his tongue across the shell of his friend’s ear, causing Jack to shiver under the touch, his eyes cast downwards.

“I- uh, Alex what are you…” Jack’s words came to a stop as Alex started to shift. To say that the small movement didn’t make Jack’s member twitch in his pants would be a lie, especially when the elder pulled himself upright so he had a knee on either side of Jack’s legs.

“Lex,” Jack breathed, his hand splayed across Alex’s chest to push him away slightly as the singer made himself comfortable straddling Jack’s lap, “I said that I- I mean, you don’t have to. I could just go back to my bunk and uh, d-do it myself?”

Really, Jack had no idea why he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Fuck, he was more turned on now than before if that’s even possible.

Alex let out a breathy laugh, taking the hand Jack had pressed against his chest to intertwine their fingers.

“Would you really rather go back to your bunk, just to use your right hand?” Alex asked, moving their tangled hands to the side so that he could flush his chest against Jack’s, his nose brushing the younger’s temple.

“I- fuck, no,” Jack moaned as Alex ground down softly.

“Good,” Alex replied, using his free hand to grip Jack’s chin, forcing him to look upwards since Alex had the advantage of height from where he was seated on Jack’s lap, “because even if you said yes, I wasn’t going to let you follow through.”

Jack let out a whimper, his eyelids drooping slightly before Alex’s lips came crashing down on Jack’s, and honestly, this was new for the both of them. Not only have they never hooked up with one another, but neither of the boys have hooked up with another male ever. This was new territory, they were crossing boundaries.

But neither really seemed to care.

Moments after their lips connected, Alex was forcing his tongue into Jack’s mouth, tearing his hand from the guitarists so he could clasp either side of the younger’s neck. Jack swore that he was on the verge of getting butterflies at the feeling of Alex’s thumbs idly stroking his cheek. For a sloppy make-out session, the guitarist found it rather sweet. Well, as sweet as saliva and clicking teeth can get.

Alex pulled back, inhaling sharply as he stood and maneuvered Jack’s body so that the younger was lying down on the couch rather than sitting up. Alex followed soon after, straddling Jack once more as the guitarist’s hands slipped under the hem of the elder’s shirt and trailed up his bare back.

“Is this weird?” Alex asked, out of breath as he pecked his lips once more before he started to work on the button of Jack’s jeans to which he responded with a hesitant shake of his head.

Jack was lying. It was a little bit weird. Best friends don’t normally get off together, but for the moment, it felt right, and that’s all that really mattered.

Alex’s fingers were now playing with the hem of Jack’s boxer briefs, their foreheads rested together as their choppy breaths met somewhere in between as Jack replied, “Not weird.”

Alex grinned, scooting down ever so slightly so he could re-attach his lips to where Jack’s neck met his shoulder while he tugged the guitarist’s jeans mid-thigh. Jack may or may not have been a little embarrassed to admit that Alex had him writhing just by trailing his calloused fingertips up his length from where Alex’s hand sat underneath the waistband of the brunet’s boxer briefs. Oh yeah, Jack was definitely flustered. Any feeling of doubt that Jack was feeling moments before was completely gone because hello, he was finally getting off. He isn’t even doing it himself, and Jack considers that quite a bonus.

“A-Alex, fuck,” Jack moaned, his hips involuntarily bucking into Alex’s hand as the singer softly sucked on Jack’s collar bone.

It was different for Jack having another guy touch him intimately. When he was with a girl, they were typically hesitant and unsure of what they were supposed to do. Alex? Alex knew what he was doing, and he wasn’t holding back. His grip was firm and his hands were rough rather than the lotioned hands that women were equipped with. It would be the biggest understatement of the year to say that Jack wasn’t enjoying it when really, he just wanted to be closer to Alex, as impossible as that was. Their chests were pressed firmly together and Alex’s legs were hugging Jack’s sides. How much closer could they get?

Jack inhaled sharply as Alex ran his thumb over his slit, the guitarist’s hips rolling upwards as his back arched off of the now-sweaty couch cushion. Hey, it wasn’t his fault that he never got to shower. He was still disgustingly sweaty from the show they had played just an hour ago.

Well, it’s not that Alex seemed to mind.

Tilting his head back as Alex continued to nip at the younger’s neck, Jack’s hands trailed downwards from where they were previously gripping on Alex’s sides and ended up playing with the elastic of Alex’s grey sweatpants. Jack only felt obligated, seeing that Alex was totally getting him off and not even getting anything in return. He had to return the favor eventually, right?

Jack swatted Alex’s hand away from underneath his underwear, much to the singer’s confusion. He started to part his lips to ask Jack what he was getting out of, well, nothing, until Alex felt Jack take a firm grip on his hips and pulled the elder down right as Jack was rolling his pelvis upwards, making them meet at the right point.

“Oh my god,” Alex moaned, his eyes fluttering closed as he ground his hips down on Jack’s crotch again, to which he earned a whimper of approval from the man below him.

Alex’s hands shook as he sat up slightly to rid of his sweatpants, the only thing separating he and his friend now being the thin fabric of their undergarments rather than the addition thick cotton from his joggers before they’re hips were rolling together sloppily once again. Alex didn’t hesitate to slam his mouth onto Jack’s once again, nipping at Jack’s lower lip as he rolled dirty circles into Jack’s lap.

Jack, on the other hand, didn’t mistake the feeling of pure ecstasy that was pooling in his gut at this point. Pushing his lips harder against Alex’s, Jack used all of the will power that he had left to buck his hips upwards, the friction causing a video-worthy moan to slip past both of the boys lips. Alex let out a shaky breath, resting his forehead in the crook of Jack’s neck before planting his hands firmly on the guitarists ass to pull him upwards as he ground down equally as hard as Jack did, causing the younger’s jaw to fall slack as he released, his toes curling and his hips stuttering erratically as Alex followed soon after, the elder’s hips continuing a slow, steady rhythm to ride out their highs.

With both of their chests rising and falling against each other in attempt to catch their breath – Jack reached behind his head to grab his blanket, wiping the sweat that had so kindly coated his chest and forehead before offering to Alex.

He kindly accepted.

“So,” Jack broke the silence as Alex set the blanket aside, “I’ll take you up on your dinosaur movie offer if you’re still up to it.”

Notes

this sucks a lot wow i'm sry i haven't written smut in like 23 years so i forgot a lot of words that i could've used but ok i'll leave now bye
the ending is pretty awful i apologize

xo-Jess

P.S. I might make this a thing where you guys can send me some of their tweets and I can make one shots based off of them? I haven't decided yet but hey feedback is nice so