Horseshoes and Hand Grenades

"Uh," Alex thought about Jack's question quickly, but soon realized his decision was already made up. "No, not really. Do you?"

"I'd love to," Jack spoke, his words and fingertips working together to make Alex's sides shiver. As Jack's hands crept under his shirt, Alex thought they were finished talking, until Jack spoke again. Multitasking, Alex listened while he got up and went to Jack's luggage to look for lube. He was pretty sure he had brought his own as well, but he had seen Jack's earlier, so it'd be quicker. "I think I'm content with what we're doing right now, and what we've been doing lately. I'm not ruling switching out, but I'm just fine right now." Alex simply nodded, climbing back into his lap, and Jack continued. "Besides, you're the one with the better ass, and why would we want to waste that?" His hands moved down from Alex's waist, slipping into the back of his jeans.

Alex's eyes fluttered closed, and he leaned forward to hide the blush forming on his cheeks. "Fuck off."

"I don't think you'd want me to do that," Jack mumbled, pulling Alex in closer to him. The blond seemed to get a bit distracted as he tucked his nose into Jack's neck, his lips finding their way to the smooth skin, his tongue helping to work a hickey in slowly but surely. It was hard to maintain consistency, though, when he was constantly being surprised by his own whimpers and moans leaving his lips. Jack had begun to finger him, starting with one and adding another, perfectly aware of Alex's limits. Jack's neck was feeling the repercussions, being abused by Alex's mouth in result of what his fingers were doing to him. "Alex, babe."

"Yeah?"

"Are you good?" Jack asked, and Alex hummed in affirmation, sitting back once again. He took notice of the mark he'd created, feeling some sense of pride. It was one of, if not, the first hickeys he had given Jack, and it was pretty impressive, taking up a rather hefty amount of space just below his jaw.

"I'm ready," Alex answered. "How do you want it?"

It was meant to be an innocent question, but Jack couldn't help but to bite his lip before answering Alex, knowing he would have a hard time answering seriously. He didn't think Alex was looking for dirty talk, more so actual suggestions. "Mm," Jack said suddenly, "I like it when you're more confident. When you take more control," he explained.

"Yeah?" Alex asked, and Jack nodded.

"Ride me."

"Okay."

It took another minute or two for the couple to actually adjust to a better sitting position, before Jack was finally pressed between the wall and Alex. He watched as Alex stroked the lube onto him, almost telling him not to stop, before realizing he'd much rather watch Alex sit on his dick instead. It was always tough to do so in reality, though, because Alex still pretended like we wasn't about to cry while allowing Jack to enter him. Once Alex was settled, he began to bounce slowly in Jack's lap, and all the guilt was washed away by immense amounts of pleasure.

"I want to lie down," Alex piped up, once he decided he was tired of what he was doing. "On my back. And I want you to stand."

"Alright," Jack agreed. Once Alex was up and off of him, crawling to the end of the bed, he jumped off made the walk over. Just as he was about to ask Alex what exactly he wanted, the smaller boy was wrapping his legs around his waist, pulling him in.

"Like this," Alex said. Jack couldn't help but to gawk at the sight beneath him, stunned not even beginning to describe the effect Alex's body had on him. He snapped out of it just in time, lining himself up with Alex and pushing in slowly, just before Alex was about to become annoyed at being stared at. Building up a steady pace, Jack looked on as Alex react to every move. "Stop watching me. Go faster."

Smirking at Alex's forwardness, Jack did as he was told. Leaning over his boyfriend made it much easier to pound into Alex, which eventually carried him over the edge. "Fuck, Jack, fuck."

Jack figured that 'fuck' and 'Jack' were really fun and easy to say together, because Alex seemed to be enjoying saying them together a lot. "Jack!"

Using his hand as well to carry Alex through his orgasm, Jack was almost relieved himself to see Alex so absolutely blissed out. Of course, it wouldn't work out perfectly that way, though, and Alex had to spend a small bit more time of hand action before Jack finally finished. After, they decided to take a shower before falling asleep.

The next morning, Jack woke up before Alex. He wasn't necessarily well rested, but the blindingness of the white room was too much to let him sleep any longer. The space had become noticeably brighter on the second day of their stay, as the sky outside was no longer blue, but a flat white. Rain pelted the window, and the sound made the sight of the sleeping boy next to him even more serene. Alex's legs were tangled in the white sheets, everything above his thighs exposed to the cold air in the room. He lay on his stomach, and Jack couldn't help but to notice how well he fit in with the scene, with his light hair and pale skin. He was a complete contrast to Jack, which only drove him crazier. Alex was so delicate in comparison, the soft hair covering his rounded curves seeming exactly that, soft, once looked at beside Jack's thicker, rougher hair on his more jutted, angular body. Something he had never mentioned to Alex that he never really understood was the hair on his pubic region, too. There was never much, but what was there wasn't annoying at all, it seemed perfect exactly the way it was. He wasn't sure if Alex did anything with it, but he had a feeling it'd probably make the other boy uncomfortable if he asked. His own situation felt like such a polar opposite, especially since his hair grew much faster than Alex's seemed to, and he hadn't had any time in the last few days to do anything with it. He hoped Alex didn't mind, but he had no idea that Alex actually liked it. He probably wouldn't tell Jack, either, but he thought it was kind of hot. Even without knowing this, though, Alex never made Jack feel less than beautiful. He guessed it was hard to do so, Alex being so beautiful himself.

When Jack came to the conclusion that the only way he could relive this moment forever would be to actually take pictures, he grabbed his phone from one of the bedside tables. He took a few pictures from behind Alex, before he decided he was done. It was about time for them to wake up anyway, so he pressed himself up behind Alex, his arm wrapping around his boyfriend's and his phone coming up in front of his face. He pressed a kiss to Alex's temple as he watched Alex's eyes blink open, focusing on the screen. "Look at you."

"Why?" Alex asked sleepily, and Jack chuckled.

"Because you're gorgeous, and I'm in love with you." Jack said, simply and easily.

"Stop it." Alex grinned. He didn't actually want Jack to stop.

"Never. Can I keep them?" Jack asked.

"Sure," Alex hummed. "Very artsy. Don't show anybody, though."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Jack agreed. Alex rolled over, and kissed Jack softly on the lips. Jack bumped their noses together, thinking about how much time they had left in their morning. If they didn't take too long to get ready, they still had quite a bit of time left to lay in bed. Jack decided he'd use this time to ruin the view he had spent his day so far admiring. Something inside of him couldn't just let Alex get up and walk away from the scene, he needed to assert himself and make a change before anything else could. That's why he chose Alex's chest to attack, perfect skin and exposed collar bones practically calling him to leave a mark. After Jack had had his fair share of sucking and biting, making sure this was enough to get Alex back for what he's done to him, he decided he'd need to do something about his own neck.

"I'm going to get dressed quickly, then I'm going over to Marissa and Natasha's room for a second. Make sure you get up soon, alright?" Jack whispered, his voice competing with the weather outside.

Alex simply replied with "Love," before Jack was kissing his shoulder blade, and getting ready to head over to his friend's room.

When Marissa answered the door at 7:15 in the morning, she didn't expect it to be Jack. She also didn't expect to see a giant purple mark on his neck when she asked him why he had visited. Alex had really done his job well, Jack's neck was flourishing in deep, dark colours, while the shades that littered Alex's own body would only reach light purples, pinks, and reds, at most.

"Did Alex do that on purpose? Are you sure he didn't kick you in the neck in the middle of the night?" Natasha laughed when she saw it. Jack rolled his eyes in response, but laughed as well. He stayed still as Marissa helped him cover it with makeup, smiling as she muttered about how she didn't think Alex had it in him. Jack thought it was funny, because he hadn't, either. As long as he was somewhat able to hide it before breakfast, though, it was alright with him.

Notes

hi! hello! i was gonna be a bum and wait another week to post this since i posted so late last week, but i decided not to :^) i didn't want to write one within the next week which is DUMB and NOT NICE of me especially because i'm really enjoying these now!!! so i am going to post them whenever i write them. because it's fun. and i will write another for next week too. promise

as you have probably already realized, this chapter is rly gross ! i honestly still hate trying to write more detailed smut, i literally trash everything i write so you get this instead! sorry! i also wrote it at 4 am the other night so that's also why it's trash. this story is my trash baby

i wanna know what you guys thought of this chapter plz it's the only thing that makes me smile when i wake up

alright bye