'Jack flushed his bare chest against my own. He bite down on my ethereal skin, whilst grinding his hard cock against my own. "Oh, Jack." I moaned. "Fuck me already!" I whined. Jack looked at me, his eyes filled with lust and desire. He smirked as he positioned himself between my legs, grabbing lube and smothering his dick with the substance. He teased my hole with his tip, right before pushing in.

I bit my lip as I held back a moan. It didn't take long for me to release all the moan I had kept.

"Oh, Jack!" I whined loudly, whilst he pounded into me like a jackhammer. "Oh!" I whined in a high pitched voice like a dirty whore.

"You're so tight." Jack groaned and started thrusting in harder. I wrapped my skinny legs around Jack's waist, forcing him deeper in me.'

My fingers were typing furiously against the keyboard. An annoying clicking sound heard every two seconds. I was trying to get Chapter fifteen done of my fanfic, which was about myself and, my soul mate,
Jack Barakat, the guitarist of the band All Time Low.

To say that I loved All Time Low would be an understatement. They're incredible, actually no, they're beyond incredible! I loved all the members: Matt Flyzik (lead singer), Rian Dawson (drums), Zack Merrick (bass) but I have and always had a soft spot for Jack. He was just so dreamy, however he would never go for a scatty teenage boy.

I shoved my hand into a packet of Doritos, then bringing the fatty goodness to my lips. Suddenly, a light knock was heard on my door. I sighed, saving my work and then closing word.

"Come in." I said with a mouth full of Doritos, crumbs falling out of my mouth.

My mum walked in, in her white and pink rope I had bought her two Christmases ago. I must've looked strange. I was half under a fluffy blanket, I had a tub of vanilla ice cream on my left side, a large packet of Doritos on my right, my laptop in front of me and 'Supernatural' playing on my tv.

"Alex, are you aware that it's two in the morning?" She asked, tapping her foot against the floor.
"I do now." I replied.

"Well, get to bed!" She ordered. "You have school in... Four hours!" She said. She walked over to my tv and turned it off.

"Mum!" I whined. "Sam and Dean were just about to kill that guy." I whined again and pointed at the tv.

"Tough." She said. "Turn off your computer and go to bed now, Alex." She said sternly.

"I'm doing my maths homework." I lied.

"You should've done it hours ago." She said.

"I couldn't."

"Why not?"

"I was too busy watching 'RuPaul's Drag Race.'"

"Get to bed." She said and walked out of my room. I stood up, getting out of my warm heaven, and walked to my tv to turn it back on.

"I mean it, Alex!" My mum said from outside. I groaned loudly, loud enough for her to hear at least.

I walked back over to my bed and slumped back down onto my back, looking up at my white ceiling. I looked around my fairly small room. My walls were littered with posters, mostly All Time Low, and the pink fairy lights on the rim of my wall illuminated it all.

I stared at one All Time Low poster in particular. The one where they're all stood there, arms around each other, dressed in Orioles jerseys. I would do anything to meet those idiots. You would think that idiot was a cruel word to use, however they're my idiots. Especially Jack. I would kill somebody if it meant I could meet Jack, hug Jack, talk to Jack, kiss Ja- I'm getting carried away. What I meant was clear though.

I love Jack Barakat.

Notes

I write all my fics on wattpad, but this one I thought I might share to this website too. Please tell me what you think ❤️

My wattpad is Pastel-Barakat-Satan if anyone wants to read any of my other fics!