Daddy
Dirty Wishes
As Jack had predicted, Alex fell asleep without any trouble that night. While he, too, was exhausted and knew that he had a busy day ahead of him, he always stayed awake a little while longer just to make sure that his baby boy got to sleep before he did.
Sometimes, Jack found being a daddy a hell of a lot easier than he’d ever expected it to be.
At the half hour mark from when Alex had started letting out little snores against his side, with his favorite stuffed doggy (who was named Sebastian) resting snugly between the elder’s hand and his boyfriend’s chest, Jack finally allow himself to drift to sleep. The lavender had been calling his name since the second he’d gotten into the tub, and he was more than eager to clock out for the night. He hadn’t even realized how tired he was up until bath time.
With Alex’s bare skin and the soft fur of the dog pressed against him to keep him warm through the night, Jack was asleep within minutes.
It was early when Alex woke up. Almost far too early, really. For most normal people, at least. After all, not many people wake up at three in the morning for no reason, do they?
He was tired still, of course. He was used to being asleep until Jack woke him up at eight, just before he’d have to leave in order to make it to work on time (yet still have enough time to make Alex a small breakfast of toast and bacon). That was also the reason he couldn’t let himself go back to sleep. What if Jack didn’t wake up early enough for them to play? He had to make sure that his daddy was up so that they could, and that required him being up as well.
With a sigh, he began to hunt through the tangled sheets in search of his discarded doggy before he was moving to press himself against his daddy’s chest again. He could see the clock best from that angle, and he had a long while to wait yet.
The hours moved by so damn slowly, though. Time wasn’t even real, yet it still dragged on and on and on. The first hour that passed him by wasn’t too bad, he would admit, but the second hour was all but unbearable. How was he supposed to stay awake for much longer? Was it even worth it to stay up any longer? Sure, it had been at least two weeks since Jack had properly played with him, but he was so tired.
It wouldn’t kill him to wait an extra few hours, would it? It probably wouldn’t… but was he willing to risk it?
Better to be safe than sorry.
Thus, the second hour was waited through (where he alternated his attention from the clock to the multi-colored nightlight across the room), as was the third hour, and as soon as the clock read six, he was sliding himself onto Jack’s chest and pressing a gentle kiss to a stubble-covered cheek. When the younger groaned and began to stir, he smiled through the semi-darkened room and pushed their noses together.
“Daddy,” he whispered. “Daddy… wake up. You said you would play with me. Please, daddy? You said I was a good boy.”
For a minute, there was nothing but the sound of gentle breathing as Alex chewed on his bottom lip. Had his daddy not heard him? Was he too quiet? He was contemplating giving it another shot when a loud sigh pulled him from his wonderings. Jack’s body wiggled and stretched under Alex’s own, but his eyes remained closed.
“What time is it, baby boy?” he muttered after a few minutes of allowing his mind to catch up with everything around him.
Alex ducked down for a short kiss before pulling back to whisper, “Um… s’a lil past six. You said we could play if we got up early enough. Please, play with me, daddy? I really wanna. I got up just so we could, ‘cause you said.”
Jack was quiet again, and Alex left another gentle, barely there kiss on his lips. “I did say that, didn’t I?” he finally muttered, more to himself than to Alex. Not that the elder really cared all that much, as long as things went his way. That was the most important thing, wasn’t it? “Alright, fine, I guess we can play for real today. Just give me a couple seconds to wake up a little more, okay?”
Those few sentences were enough to have Alex smiling in satisfaction before he was leaning forward and putting more effort into his kisses. What better way to wake a person up? Well… maybe there were a few other good ways to wake someone up (like, with tickets to Disney World or something), but kissing was just as good. It really was.
Two… three… six minutes passed the couple by as they made out on their bed
All actions were stopped at that. Before the blond could even fully comprehend what was happening, they were rolling over so that he was on his back instead. He could feel his Sebastian’s ear (or maybe it was a leg?) being squished between his back and the ruffled bed sheets, but that wasn’t really much of a concern when Jack was pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“I know I forgot to remind you when we played a little bit yesterday,” he started as more careful kisses dotted up his jaw to his ear, “but do you remember the rule I have about playing?” Alex sighed and nodded his head. “Well?” Jack prompted when that was the only response he was given. “I want you to tell me what that rule is, baby. I wanna know you actually remember it.”
Alex was a little reluctant to say it out loud. He didn’t like the rule at all. It wasn’t very fair in his eyes. Why did he have to do it? With a sigh and a halfhearted pout, he was reaching up to pull Jack down into a hug before whispering back, “I can’t call you daddy when we play. I can only call you… Jack.”
The word left a sour taste in his mouth. He didn’t like it a single bit. It was almost foreign on his tongue.
However, he knew that he really couldn’t complain all that much. Jack was a great daddy most (if not all) of the time, and it was one small request. Sure, sometimes it got difficult to remember, especially when his hormones were rushing through his body far too quickly for him to even remember his own name, but he did try his best to accommodate. Maybe one day Jack would be okay with it, just like he’d been okay with his transition from boyfriend to daddy, but it probably wouldn’t happen anytime soon. A boy could dream, couldn’t he?
When Jack was satisfied with the answer he’d been given, he nipped at Alex’s earlobe and kissed the spot soon after. “Thank you, baby. We’re gonna have to make this kinda quick today, alright? I know you’re just as tired as I am, and I wanna try and get a little more sleep in before I really have to get up.”
“But, daddy, I—” Alex attempted to argue.
“Sh, I know, baby,” Jack soothed. A hand rubbed up and down Alex’s side as he kissed at his partner’s nose. “You were a good boy, I know. I know my baby deserves better, but this is the best daddy can do for now, okay? He’ll make it up to you.”
“Promise?” Alex questioned quietly.
“Don’t I always?” was all Jack had to say before they were back to kissing. What better way to seal a promise than with kisses? Not even a week’s worth of tickets to Disney World could compare to that.
Still, despite what Jack had said about them needing to be quick about it, their hips still rocked together slowly. Their kisses remained gentle, and the occasional, needy moans that slipped between Alex’s plump lips into Jack’s mouth were hushed and sweet. When their boxers started to strain between them and ragged pants spilled from both of their throats, Jack was stopping their movements to rid them of their scant clothing.
Alex sighed contently as a rough hand crawled its way up his body. Kisses followed closely behind, littering his warm skin until the blood hidden beneath began to boil. They moved slowly, making sure to not miss a single patch of exposed, heated flesh. When the younger skipped over the place Alex needed to be touched completely in favor of nuzzling into the elder’s gently-heaving stomach, the sexual tension began to stretch so much that the blond was sure it’d snap at any moment.
He had half a mind to tangle his fingers in disheveled, black hair, to tug at it lightly, to whisper through the dimly-lit room, “We gotta be quick, remember?” in order to put an end to the relentless teasing, but he knew that Jack craved this. They weren’t intimate in such a way as often as most couples their age
Every single second counted, and, really, that was fine with Alex.
He didn’t beg or whine about needing a release. He didn’t throw a fit when Jack moved on from his stomach and still refused to touch him where he wanted to be touched. He didn’t even get remotely upset about… well… any of it. The waiting and the seemingly-endless foreplay was made well worth it when Jack finally found it in himself to whisper, lips brushing the taut skin of Alex’s shoulder, “You’re the most fucking beautiful person I’ve ever met. Fuck, I love you so much.”
Alex liked being praised, but Alex really liked being loved. It was then that the first, truly desperate whimper slipped from his parted lips, and from there, the praises didn’t stop.
“You’re so pretty, baby,” he’d mumbled as he reached for the lube, hidden away in his bedside table’s top drawer. “Just like a doll, y’know?” he’d inquire as three, slippery fingers found their way between spread thighs. “Can’t believe I got someone so gorgeous to fall in love with me,” he’d murmur, more to himself than Alex, as his fingers curled and thrust sharply into the elder’s swelling prostate.
The writhing blond couldn’t tell up from down at that point. He was so sensitive, so turned on, so ready, so—
“More, p-please, more. I n-need it, oh, God, I need it, Jack.”
“You need it?” Jack asked slowly. He drew his fingers away from Alex’s body, letting the elder feel every centimeter as it left his body. “You need me?”
The elder gasped as all three, long extremities finally disappeared almost as suddenly as they appeared. “Need you,” he agreed just as quietly as his partner had been. They really didn’t have the time for all of this anymore. If Alex turned his head to the right just enough for his cheek to brush his pillow, he could see that they were running out of the time that had seemed to crawl by them. It was already nearing seven, and Jack still needed to shower, and make breakfast for both of them, as well as grab something for his lunch, and he’d need to make sure that—
Alex’s thoughts of ticking clocks and dwindling minutes stopped abruptly as Jack pressed into him. He’d been too focused on other things, other adult things, that he hadn’t even realized his boyfriend had gotten a condom rolled on and lubed himself up.
Everything seemed to come crashing down around Alex as he was stretched, so much slower and so much better than he’d been before. He was gasping for air by the time Jack was in as far as he could possibly go. Jack, on the other hand, was in a completely opposite world. They’d hardly even started and it already felt better than, like… most of their other playtimes did. Maybe he was just so tired that he was delirious. That was plausible, too, wasn’t it?
Only, it wasn’t when his hands subconsciously pressed between Alex’s back and the mattress to lift the older man a little closer. The Briton reacted immediately. His hips lifted further off of the mattress of their own accord as his eyes rolled back into his head. One hand tangled harshly in Jack’s hair and the other wrapped around the younger’s back, holding him firmly in place as he worked on rocking his hips up and back.
“Shit… fuck, babe…” Jack breathed as he worked on rearranging their limbs so that he could actually move. Alex was struggling to keep his eyes open, and that became an even harder task when Jack shifted just so and pressed firmly against his prostate.
It was difficult, admittedly, having to get Alex to release his grip. The good news was that, though they didn’t play as often as either would’ve liked, he was always the one who got the most lost in what was happening. Two years’ experience on Jack’s end really helped with that.
Their fingers were laced tightly together and the backs of the Briton’s hands were pressed into the pillow at either side of his head. He was letting out quiet, needy whines and pants as he worked his hips against his partner’s. Alex Gaskarth wasn’t a slut, he was just… enthusiastic about sex. About sex with Jack, to be more specific.
One almost wouldn’t believe that that same man was a little boy with a daddy dom.
It was a team effort for the two. Jack could tell that he was running out of time (because the damn sun couldn’t have stayed under the horizon for another, like half hour) and would need to actually put a bit of effort into making the rest of their playtime move more quickly. With that thought in mind, he was letting his hips snap against Alex’s a little faster; a little harder.
Alex was spiraling out of control with no hope of being able to hold back. His fingers clenched and unclenched around Jack’s own in an effort to free himself, but no matter how hard he tried, he wasn’t getting out of the hold. He needed to touch himself, he needed to touch Jack, he needed so many damn things and he couldn’t do a damn thing but lay there and take what he was being given.
He couldn’t take it. He couldn’t take Jack’s ragged panting in his ear, and he couldn’t take the wet kisses that pressed against his shoulder, and he couldn’t take the gruff compliments that were puffed hotly against his cheek.
With a high-pitched cry of, “Daddy!” one that almost sounded like a pained sob, Alex was lifting his hips back with more force and coming across his stomach only seconds later. His eyes slipped almost all the way closed as his body jerked between the mattress and Jack’s own body spastically. As the trembles that coursed up and down his torso began to fade into the sheets, he allowed his worn muscles to relax.
“Please come,” he whispered before turning his head so that he could bury him nose in his daddy’s sweaty hair. “Please? For me, daddy?”
He knew damn well that he wasn’t allowed to say it (yet had twice), but Jack seemed too close to truly care. He’d barely pulled out at all before he was once again pressing forward as far as possible and groaning into the sill air.
Alex was too tired to take notice of anything. He could feel Jack’s weight slumping down on top of him, but other than that, he was pretty much dead to the world. He felt boneless and light and so ridiculously good. He didn’t care that there was come drying on their stomachs or that Jack’s dick was slowly becoming flaccid inside his body.
He just needed a nap, a shower, and some breakfast before he would be able to truly start feeling like himself again. Jack was clearly in the same boat. It wasn’t long that they’d be able to rest and calm their pounding hearts, but there had to still be time before Jack needed to leave…
…and then the alarm on the younger’s bedside table was beeping obnoxiously.
Well, so much for getting in a little more sleep before having to get ready.
Are you gonna update soon? :(
11/18/15