Jack POV

We stood in an avid embrace in the middle of the deserted room that was now filled with the sound of heavy breathing and our lips smacking together…Our hearts beating fast…

My knees were growing weaker, like my self-control, with each passing moment. But I felt supported by Alex’s arms wrapped around me…Hold me close…I barely even realized he was slowly guiding me forward, because I was so absorbed in the kiss.

But then, all of a sudden, it all stopped. Our lips were abruptly disconnected.

I felt momentarily disorientated by the sudden loss of contact. It was like one second I was in heaven, contently kissing Alex, and the next I had fallen from grace, abandoned.

My eyes fluttered open curiously, searching for an explanation as to why the kiss had been broken... Searching for Alex… But he was no longer standing in front of me.

Just as confusion was starting to swell up inside of me, my slightly frantic eyes wandered downwards and settled on what I was looking for, spread across the couch. I could only assume from the position and look of surprise on his face that he had fallen backwards. The mental image kind of made me giggle.

"Shut up and come here," he smirked lightly at me, shaking his head.

I pressed my lips together to control my laughter and do as I was told, happily crawling on top of him and straddling his waist as he sat there. He grabbed my ass in approval and started leaning towards me. His lips were like magnets, slowly but powerfully pulling me towards him… I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to.

His warm breath ghosted over my awaiting lips, and within seconds, I was grabbing his face and slamming my lips to his, kissing him desperately, like I had been waiting forever to do so.I close my eyes and then we kiss.

His lips on mine caused a frenzy to begin inside my chest; my eager heart beating fast and hard.

Whenever we kiss, it feels so right.Your love comes alive on my lips… I feel the rush coming over me.Doubts and insecurities are erased from my mind and replaced with building hopes and dreams, and I never want the kiss to end, because I never want to lose this feeling… I never want to be vulnerable.

I swear to God, it's like I get high on his kiss.

All of a sudden, Alex’s phone started ringing and vibrating in his jean pocket, causing us to spring apart quickly at the unexpected interruption.

What the-

“Fuck,” Alex groaned, his hand hovering between us hesitantly.

I just unhelpfully stared at him, watching him through lust-clouded eyes as he bit his lip indecisively. He seemed torn between answering and ignoring the call.

“You gonna answer that?” I asked in a hoarse voice, pushing him to hurry up and make a decision.

My lips were itching to attach themselves back to his, and the vibrations were sending multple shockwaves of pleasure straight to my crotch.

“Well, uh… I can’t, because-” he gestured at me, sitting on his lap and held his hands up helplessly.

"Oh."

Move your fat ass, Jack.

It was an awkward position, but I didn’t want to move. Yes, I was in the way, but I liked the position and the vibrating sensation too much.

I was hoping that whoever was calling would get the idea that Alex was a little busy right now and they should ring back later. Or not. Whatever. Just fuck off. But the ringing seemed to be unstoppable.

Who the fuck even dares to disrupt us when we’re making out? If it is Rian again, I swear to God... even though this probably wouldn’t even be happening if it wasn’t for his help, I might just kill him.

I let out a low sigh and reluctantly lifted myself off of Alex's lap up onto my knees. Alex seemed a little distracted by the new position; my crotch was suddenly only inches from his face and he was staring openly. My dick seemed to enjoy the undivided attention; it literally jumped to conclusions inside my jeans.

“Mm… You’re tempting me, sugar,” he told me in a silky voice practically dripping with lust.

Oh God, I’m tempting myself too…

My knees were rapidly becoming too weak to keep holding me up.

Alex’s phone continued to ring insistently and he made no attempt to get it out, even though I only moved to this new oh-so-inviting position so he could do just that. I debated furiously with myself whether to just get his phone out for him and stop enticing him, or whether I actually wanted to tempt him.

In the end, the non-stop ringing stole my focus. I took it upon myself to reach down and slip my hand into his confined pocket, noticing how his breath caught in his throat at the sudden intrusion and his eyes darted up to meet mine. I managed to pull his phone from the tight restraints of his pocket and he exhaled slowly, obviously able to breathe normally again.

I couldn't help but look at the caller ID in my hand. And when I did, I felt like throwing Alex’s phone across the room. My heart sunk and I sunk with it (literally), lowering myself back onto Alex's lap, still staring at his ringing phone. My curious face rapidly turned to a scowl and this seemed to revive Alex’s awareness.

“What? Who is it?” He frowned, staring at me questioningly.

Guess.

“Rian,” I replied mechanically, unable to stop my finger ghosting over the ‘reject call’ button and pressing it.

I tossed his phone aside and stared at him, waiting for a reaction. He raised his eyebrows at me, probably wondering why I just hung up his phone on my own accord. But really, is it not obvious? I wanted to carry on where we left off before we were rudely interrupted.

His eyes then followed the phone, staring at it uncertainly. I thought for a tense moment that he was going to pick it up and check his missed calls and find out I hadlied, but he thankfully made no attempt to reach over and pick it up.

“What the fuck’s he ringing for?” He asked absent-mindedly, still staring at the phone. It sounded like a thought that he had accidentally wondered out loud and I didn’t know if he wanted an answer.

“Uh, dunno. If it’s important, he’ll ring back,” I reasoned anyway, silently begging for the phone not to ring again tonight.

Alex seemed satisfied with my answer, whether he wanted it or not, because he turned back to face me.

“He better not,” he grumbled.

I felt comforted by the fact that the hope was mutual.

“So... where were we?” I asked, trying to sound innocent, but the corners of my mouth twitched into a knowing smirk.

Alex seemed to like my fake innocence, because he leaned forward hastily to catch my lips with his again.

It didn’t take long for the kiss to get heated. I was getting way too fucking into it. And who could blame me? His tongue was in my mouth. Fuck, I was loving it. I thread my fingers through his hair, gripping it maybe a little roughly, but I knew Alex well enough to know he liked this kind of thing rough and sleazy.

His hands were on my hips, digging into them slightly when I grinded down into him, creating friction between our crotches. I repeated the action so many times, desperate for it, and I could actually feel him getting hard through his jeans.

His head suddenly fell back slowly, detaching his lips from mine, and a resounding moan ripped from his throat. I moved down to kiss his neck, feeling his pulse racing fast beneath my lips and ravishing him with kisses, trailing my tongue down to the crook of his neck and then up to the weak spot on the left side.

“Jacky, please…” He whimpered, his breath hot in my ear.

I didn't know quite what he was begging for, but I smirked. Hearing him beg was such a fucking turn-on.

“What do you want, baby?" I asked seductively, pulling back to look him in his lustful eyes.

(Pet names just come out when I'm horny, okay.)

I followed his eyes as they dropped and scanned my body, taking in every inch of me, before finally resting on my package.

His lips were getting torturously close to mine again, but this time he didn’t kiss me. He just brushed his lips across my open mouth (and I had to use all my self-control not to attack him with kisses) and grazed his teeth over my bottom lip, nibbling it softly.
“Touch me,” he breathed, begging me with his eyes, drawing me in.

So fucking hot, ugh.

It was the invitation I'd been waiting to receive for years. Literally. I definitely didn't need telling twice.

"Anything you want," I smirked, as I pulled away from his lips slowly.

Seriously, I'd doanythingfor him.

Our intense eyes stayed locked, burning into each other as my hands wandered south, searching for the button on his pants. When they found what they were looking for, my fingers fumbled as they slowly undid his jeans. I noticed how his breath was becoming sharper and less frequent with the anticipation, like mine.

I eventually crawled off of his lap and onto my feet, standing in front of him. As I looked down at him I gave him another devious smirk; he looked back at me with those alluring eyes tainted with swirling lust.

I leant forward, so my face was level with his, as I gripped hold of the top of his jeans with both hands. His eyelids fluttered closed, blocking out the look of desire hiding behind them. He cooperated automatically, lifting his hips off the sofa helpfully, letting me to slide his pants down and leaving him in just his boxers below the waist.

Jesus... Am I fucking dreaming?I don't know if I'm awake…

The tent in his revealing boxers… The way he kept his eyes closed and chewed his bottom lip… The way my heart was rapidly beating itself into a stupor… They were all signs that the feelings of excitement and nervousness between us were mutual.Don't wanna let go of the feelings we share...

I crawled back onto the sofa, this time sitting beside him, and I caught his lips with mine again. While he was distracted kissing me, I slowly snaked my hand down his chest and into his boxers.

He gasped as I wrapped my hand firmly around his length, his tongue losing the battle with my tongue. My lips curled upwards against his. I’d wanted to do this for so fucking long. Below the waist was understandably off limits when we were “just friends”… But we’re not friends anymore. We crossed that line at the start of this tour; we’re so much more now.

My hand started off slow, but gradually the actions speeded up and Alex’s breathing started to become more irregular and shallow. His lips kept detaching from mine briefly, letting out a soft moan, before kissing me again more fiercely.

I knew I was getting him off, but I was greedy... I wanted more. More moaning. More pleasure. More contact. More Alex.

I suddenly stopped what I was doing and let him go, withdrawing my hand from his boxers, causing Alex to groan frustratedly in protest. I shot him yet another devious smirk, before hooking my fingers over his boxers. He held his breath in suspense, looking at me questioningly.

He lifted his hips eagerly again and I pulled the material down in one smooth motion, fully freeing him from his constraints.

...Wow.

My mouth fell open and my eyes widened considerably at the sight. I was captivated as I stared at him in all his glory, taking in every inch of him.

Seriously, is everything about him perfection?!

Alex shuffled self-consciously on the sofa as I stood over him.

“Jacky, please…” He whined again in a voice dripping with desperation.

“You're perfect,” I blurted out in a dreamy voice, as I slowly dropped to my knees.

Alex’s face was a picture of complete shock. I wasn’t sure whether it was because of what I had said or the fact that I had moved onto the floor in front of him, on my knees.

“I… I am? What are you-?”

I guess it was a combination of both.

His stuttering and questioning was silenced at once when I took hold of him at the base and leaned forward to take him into my mouth. He moaned immediately and I noticed how his hands gripped onto the edge of the sofa as I worked my tongue on him.

“Oh God…" He was choking on air again, stammering between moans. "Y-you didn’t have to do, ugh,this...Jacky, fuck.”

The way he said my name resounded in my mind… It was a cross between a growl and a moan. And it was fucking hot.

Oh I know I didn’t have to…Trust me, I fucking wanted to.

In response to Alex’s feeble attempt at making me stop, I defiantly took him deeper, concentrating on controlling my gag reflex. He moaned again louder this time and one of his hands was suddenly in my hair, stroking it one second and then gripping it tightly the next. I took this as his message that he didn’t actuallywantme to stop... He was fucking loving it.

I tried to act like I knew what I was doing, but it’s not like I’m an expert at giving head, considering I’ve only ever received it and never given it… I just tried to do to Alexwhat I liked people doing to me, licking a line up his underside and swirling my tongue over the head, then taking him as far down my throat as I could.

I was doing okay, judging by the whorish moans emitting from the man above me. Knowing that I was the one causing him to make those angelic sounds satisfied me endlessly.

I looked up at him innocently through my lashes and caught a glimpse of the look of pure ecstasy on his face. His eyes were half-lidded and drowning in desire; they locked with mine briefly, but the contact was broken when he threw his head back. His hair was stuck to his sweaty forehead and his flawless lips were parted in a perfect ‘o’ shape, with profanities and my name falling from them every so often.

I almost jizzed at the sight and sounds he was making.

“Oh fu-uck, yeah,” he panted, getting more restless with each second. I could tell by the way he was writhing under my touch, bucking his hips every so often, that he was getting close.

“Ugh, Jacky, I- I'm gonna... Fuck, so close," he confirmed my thoughts, tangling his fingers tighter in my hair and pulling.The feel of your hand as it touches my hair; it makes me tremble.

I resisted his second attempt to make me stop and hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder. He didn’t seem to have the control to stop me or himself as he slowly tipped over the edge, shooting his load in my mouth.

The way he moaned my name over and over as he released was quite honestly the best thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life.

I licked him clean, and he moaned again, looking down at me.

His heavy breathing was gradually slowing and getting lower as he came down from his high.You're like an angel.

“Jesus, fuck. That was... wow,” he sighed dreamily. "I love you, Jack."

Wait... Did he just say-

Holy shit. I think my heart just stopped.

Notes

what was i going to say? ahh it will come to me... soooooooo hope you like it.... its sweet and amazing and eveything is finally good right?oh yeah * means like gay stuff is going to go down....... well in this one Jack went down.... XD IM FUNNY!!!!!!! ********= gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay