Chance.

"Fuck," I moaned as Zack shoved himself back into me.

"Babe, we need to be quiet. People are might hear," Zack whispered, biting my ear.

I bit my lip to hold in a moan as he angled himself, hitting that one spot I wanted him to. I refused to say a name because I wasn't going to shout his. Did I feel bad? Absolutely. Was I going to stop Zack right now? Absolutely not.

He reached his arm around, wrapping his hand around my length, pumping it softly. I felt like I was going to explode it felt so good. Between Zack's thrusts and his hand movements I knew I wasn't going to last very long. I felt warmth bubble up in my stomach, I didn't want to cum without him telling me to. I was his little bitch.

"Please," I whispered.

"Cum for me baby," he whispered in my ear.

I released all over his hand and the wall of the airplane bathroom. Well, I guess I got my dream, fucking in an airplane. I always kind of hoped that I would feel something for the person I was with but I would take it. I felt Zack cum inside me as we both rode out our highs. He pulled out and we both pulled our pants back up.

I left, receiving dirty looks from people near by, and walked to my seat. They knew what we were doing, there was no hiding it. Zack came back moments later, me curling under his arm. I let sleep over take me, one thought in my mind. Why did I leave Alex all alone? Was it really because I loved him?



"Baby, it's time to wake up," Zack whispered in my ear.

I sighed as I sat back up. I looked out the window, looking down at the ground, the familiar ground but it didn't look like it usually did. Nothing looked right without Alex by my side. I missed the boy but I told myself that it was done. I told myself that it was better this time. I told myself that I didn't love him.

I took Zack's hand as we walked out of the terminal. It felt wrong to be with him like this. It felt wrong to continue on without Alex in my life. I told myself that I wasn't going to feel anything, the second I felt something I would turn back. I was Jack Barakat, I didn't do relationships. I didn't do love. Why was I so torn up by one little boy?

I looked over at Zack who was nibbling on my earlobe. I didn't feel anything, I didn't want to feel anything. It was almost as if I left my heart in Baltimore. We gathered our bags off of the conveyor belt. Zack grabbed my hand pulling me out towards the front of the airport. We'd be back in the dorms soon. I was no longer Alex's. I was Zack's.

"When we get back to the dorms we can have round two, my little slut," Zack purred softly.

"Anything for you baby," I said, attempting to sound happy.

We grabbed a taxi which drove us to the college. Zack attached his lips to mine softly. They felt nice but it was wrong. It was very wrong. He reached his hand down, palming me softly through my skinny jeans. I let out a soft moan into his mouth. I felt his lips turn in a smile.

We entered the dorm and Zack threw me down on the bed. We quickly tore the other's clothes off. He quickly spread lube on three of his fingers, shoving two into my entrance almost immediately, finding where I wanted him to find. Oh did it feel good. Oh did I enjoy it.

"I love you Jack," he whispered against my neck.

"I love you Alex," I said absentmindedly.

Notes

So, I kinda sorta wrote some horrible smut but it is what it is. Strange little ending don't you think? Jack still loves Alex but he kinda screwed up didn't he? I also got my new laptop meaning I can update more consistently.

So, I had a pretty horrible day between work and family stuff and no one believed me because I'm expected to be happy so I'm sorry if this isn't the best update ever. I have a lot on my mind.

Anyway, leave a comment and rate if you enjoy :)

- Jess