Jack Barakat was known for his blonde stripe through the core of his raven locks. It was iconic and so was his nickname 'skunk boy'. It all started in high school when he decided to dye his own hair. It ended up with him having a full head of blonde with a few peeking strands of brunette. He would admit that he looked ridiculous, sometimes ridiculous being classified as an understatement. Soon, the full head of blonde became smaller and smaller in quantity until it became the bolt of bleach blonde through his raven hair that acted like the ace black night sky.

That stripe was modeled by Jack for years; he was known for it. A police officer is known to carry a badge while a doctor is known for carrying around their stethoscope. Jack -- he was known for carrying around a blonde stripe through his hair.

However, after being in Europe for a few weeks to end the Back to the Future Hearts Tour, Jack returned to LA with a mission. That mission being was to shake up his life a bit, specifically with his hair. He dialed up a friend who could work magic on his hair -- Bree -- and requested an late afternoon appointment. She was more than willing to take in Jack for a hair makeover, and what he requested was not only a shocker for her, but it would be a shocker to the entire All Time Low fandom.

Jack waltzed into Bree's boutique with a cheesy grin on his face. The building was empty at the moment which was just what Jack needed. He didn't need anyone coming in to see him there and bombard him with questions, autographs, or uncomfortable, suffocating embraces. "There's my number one male mop of hair!" Bree greeted as she hugged the young guitarist. Jack happily embraced back before plopping down in a stylist chair. Bree grabbed a hold of a cloak and wrapped it around Jack's body. "So, you want exactly what you asked for over the phone, correct? No changes upon request?"

"Nope. I want exactly what I asked for. Trust me, it's a step over my comfort zone, but I know it's going to look great." Jack replied with a cocky smirk along his stubbled cheeks. Bree shrugged, grabbing hold of the clippers.

"Alright, Guitar-Hero. Let's get started."

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Two hours later, Jack Barakat was finally revealed the final results of Bree's work. Bree removed the shower cap from Jack's head, blow dried his hair, and handed him off a mirror. Looking at his reflection was enough to make a full-toothed grin go across his face. His blonde streak was gone -- his famous symbol vanished. His blonde streak was now blood red, and it stuck out like a sore thumb. Jack admired it as if it were a young baby being held before his brown orbs. Bree stood behind the mirror with cocked brows. "Well, what do you think, Barakat? You like?" Jack was lost for words; the sight took the words right out of his mouth.

"I-I," stammered Jack, "I am in love with it. It's fucking awesome!" Bree laughed at the guitarist's excitement. She took away the mirror and took off the cloak.

"I am so glad you like it, Jack. How do you think Alex will react to it?" Bree asked as she cleaned up her work area, referring to Jack's boyfriend who was patiently waiting at home for him. Jack let out a scoff. He got up and brushed himself off a tad.

"He'll probably freak out and stare at it for the next week or two." Jack pulled out his wallet. "So, how much am I paying ya, Bree?"

"Nothing," she said as she turned on the ball of her heel, "on the house." Jack raised his brows, but he didn't dare argue. Bree was serious when it came to her clients; he knew she meant the free hair job was free. Jack nodded his head in a way to thank her.

"I'll see you around, ya?" Jack said while heading to the exit.

"Duh! Maybe next time you come 'round, I'll be dying that streak blue."

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Jack walked through the door of him and his boyfriend's shared condo when the sound of the shower echoed throughout the house. Alex probably decided to shower after waking up from his jet-lag-curing-nap. Jack internally laughed before heading into the kitchen to make up a snack. He put in some frozen chicken nuggets into the microwave, and while they cooked, Jack took a few Snapchat selfies to put into his story and added the selfie he took with Bree at the salon onto his Instagram page. Not even seconds after he posted, people were commenting at his new "do" with shock and awe. He would have checked all the comments if Alex hadn't of come into the kitchen from his shower. "Jacky, you're back!" gushed the elder. "How was your hair appointment?"

Jack's back was turned to face Alex, a smirk on his face. He counted to three before turning himself around to reveal himself to his beloved. The minute the red streak was showcased to Alex, the elder's jaw dropped to the floor. "Oh my God," he gasped, "it's fucking red!" Alex hurried over to Jack to investigate his beau's new look. Alex ran his fingers through the dyed hair -- as if it changed texture -- with curiosity radiating from his expression. "That's so cool, Jack! I have never seen you do this with your hair before!"

"I mean, I decided to give it a shot since my boyfriend went from brunette to looking like a stick covered in blue raspberry Fun Dip in a matter of a day." Jack joked, referring to Alex's teal hair phase. Alex shoved Jack's shoulder playfully with a roll of the eyes.

"Fuck off." he spat. "It looks nice, though. Maybe, it's a little sexy." Alex bit his lip. Jack, by the way Alex's tone of voice changed, knew where this was heading. Jack wrapped a hand around Alex's neck and pulled his lips closer to Alex's.

"Yeah?" Jack eased on, pressing a chaste peck against Alex's lips. Alex just nodded before mushing their lips together. The passion exploded from the kiss, and Alex's arms snaked around Jack's waist to pull him closer. Jack took it upon himself to lift Alex up and around his waist, and Alex giggled against his lips. They were still kissing when Jack carried Alex over to the table and plopped his pajama-pant-clad bum onto the wooden surface. Alex laid back against the table to have Jack resting on top of his chest. Alex's legs now curled to hug Jack's waist tightly.

Jack pulled off of Alex's lips for a moment to stare into his boyfriend's matching chocolate orbs. Alex's pupils were blown, dilating from arousal. "I want you." Alex whispered not very discreetly. Jack's brows danced, and he let out a light chuckle.

"Do you now?" he teased. "And, how do you want me, Alex?" Alex sat up to press his lips to Jack's pierced ear.

"I want you to fuck me into his table to the point where my hands won't stop grabbing and pulling at that ginger fucking stripe of your's, go it?" The blunt force of Alex's words were enough to make Jack's forming tent twitch. Jack groaned into Alex's shoulder; he wanted his boyfriend just as much as his boyfriend wanted him. It was going to happen on this table, for there was no going up to the bedroom for this.

Jack sat up and helped Alex remove his pajama bottoms and trousers. Alex gladly accepted the guidance, and while his boyfriend focused on his lower garments of fashion, Alex pulled off his tee. The cold air of the room hit Alex's body as if a cold bucket of water was thrown on top of him. His nipples grew erect, and his dick began to rise from the growing arousal that was spreading through his body through the blood stream. Jack admired his naked beau like a work of art was presented before him. "So sexy." Jack whispered almost incoherently.

Jack leaned down to begin trailing kisses down Alex's chest and stomach. Alex purred at the contact; Jack knew how much Alex loved these types of moments. It wasn't teasing to him; it was pure ecstasy. Jack continued down his stomach until he reached Alex's v-line. His lips were awful close to Alex's member that was standing proudly at attention. Jack's breath, that was lingering from Jack's nostrils, danced around Alex's cock, making the elder shudder. He pleaded, "Jack, please... please touch me."

"You're a begger tonight, aren't you?" Jack acknowledged cockily. Alex looked down at his boyfriend with a glare -- if only looks could kill. Jack took that as a sign to move on, so he moved his kisses up the elder's cock. He didn't dare use his tongue yet; oh no, that was for much, much later. Jack kissed up the shaft, increasing the pressure of the kisses that were pressed against the vein that ran alongside his long shaft. Alex was letting out soft moans while trying to search for Jack's head through his shut eyes. Jack, however, made sure Alex didn't get a hold of his head. Realizing that, Alex soon settled his hands on top of his trembling thighs.

Jack finally decided on using his mouth in more ways than just kisses. Jack opened his mouth and started working at Alex's tip. Jack's warm mouth sucked at the tip like a lollipop, taking in the taste it provided. "Oh." Alex moaned from above. His back arched from the table like a wet pussy cat. Jack, while working at the tip, slithered an arm up to have his nimble digits massage one of Alex's erect nipples. The electricity of that motion triggered itself all the way to Alex's cock, making Alex suck in a sharp breath. Jack soon got tired of sucking on just the tip, so he moved his mouth all the way down his beau's shaft. "J-Jack!" cried Alex from above. His back was on the verge of snapping due to how high he was arching it away from the table.

Jack bobbed his head back and forth like a pro. Thankfully, with a lag of gag of reflex, Jack could take Alex ball's deep without even breaking a sweat. "Jack, oh my God..." Alex groaned from above him. It was as if he deflated because as the moan escaped his slutty lips, Alex's back dropped against the table once more. Jack grinned, as best as he could with a mouth full of cock, up at his beloved. He then pulled from Alex's dick, leaving it by its lonesome. Alex sat up by the guidance of his elbows and looked at Jack with puppy dog eyes. "Are... are you stopping?" he said with a frown. Jack shook his head.

"Hell no." Jack shimmied out of his skinny jeans and boxers. The removal of his undergarments allowed his dick to spring free. Alex's eyes fell upon the sight of Jack's erect cock, and he grinned widely at it.

"Come to papa." he mumbled with a laugh. Jack moved closer to his boyfriend, allowing the tip of his dick to rub against Alex's hole.

"Prep?" Jack asked in a one word question. Alex shook his head quickly.

"Just fucking fuck me, Barakat!" he shouted. Jack was taken aback from the shout, but it only egged him on to shove himself right into Alex. Both males groaned in unison, and Jack was soon pumping his dick in and out of Alex.

His pace was slow and steady like a tortoise; however, his pace grew quicker and sloppier like a hare. Jack angled his hips to where the tip of his cock would begin abusing Alex's prostate. The beating of his prostate caused Alex to moan like a whore -- a porn star, even. "Oh, oh, oh! Jack, yes, more!" Alex would cry. Jack had one hand to support to his back while the other gripped onto Alex's hip. It would bruise, without a doubt, by the next hour. Alex, like promised, gripped onto Jack's hair in a tight hold. The red strands of freshly dyed hair weaved in between the elder's fingers beautifully, and Alex was secretly admiring it through his drooping lids.

Alex and Jack were a sweaty, moaning mess. The coils in both of their stomachs were being undone as each second blew by. "Uhn, Jack! I'm going to cum!" Alex warned in a high pitched squeal. Jack leaned down, Alex's hands still tugging at his mop of hair, and bit down into Alex's sweet, caramel skin.

"Cum all over us, Alex. Don't fucking -- ugh -- hold back." Not even moments after the words left Jack's lips, Alex was letting out a final series of 'Oh's and 'Uhn's before squirting all over him and his boyfriend's stomachs. The ejaculation tightened his hole, and as Jack pounded into Alex, the tightening edged him to his peak. Jack slammed one final and mighty thrust into Alex along with drenching his beau's spongy walls with his seed. The males moaned themselves through their peaks, and before long, Jack pulled out of Alex and dropped on top of him.

Their heaves were the only sounds you could hear in the Barakat-Gaskarth kitchen. Both of their seed coated the edge of their table along with a coat of their mixed sweat. Alex looked over at Jack, who was panting and had his eyes clamped shut, and rubbed his fingers sweetly through Jack's hair. "Y-You know," Alex sighed shakily, "I just realized somethin'."

"What's that, babe?" Jack asked in a groggy voice.

"You won't be Skunk boy anymore." Jack laughed at Alex's statement lazily, rubbing Alex's sticky tummy.

"Yeah, oh well. I guess you'll have to pick a new nickname for me."

"Nah." Alex giggled with a shake of his head. "You'll forever be my Skunk Boy ... just with a red stripe!" Jack, again, laughed. He leaned in and placed a kiss on his beau's lips.

"Whatever you say, Alex. Whatever you say."

Notes

hi.

here's a out-of-nowhere one shot from moi. yes, it's a smutty one about jack's hot af red hair.

enjoy !!!

xoxo krys