I May Not Be Fred Flintstone But I Can Fuck Your Mouth
Title: I May Not Be Fred Flintstone But I Can Fuck Your Mouth
Author: chic734
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Alex Gaskarth and Martin Johnson
Summary: After Martin kisses Alex like that, he knows that something else is bound to happen, and he’s not disappointed.
Disclaimer: The beginning part actually happened. There’s proof in this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vfQ42oK9RGA But the rest probably didn’t, as much as I wish it did.
Beta: xandra827 who I owe my life to for pressuring me to write this, and writing the html for me.
They’re having technical difficulties and some of the instruments aren’t working exactly as they should be. So they have some time to kill. And for some reason Alex thinks it’s a good idea to kiss everyone on stage. It’s not like he hasn’t done it before and he’s just in a playful mood. He starts with Jack, just giving him a quick peck on the lips. The crowd goes crazy and Alex smirks. Zack is just laughing over on the other side of the stage, thinking how this is just like Alex and Jack, to put on a show for everyone. He doesn’t expect them to come over to him next.
“We’re gonna get you!” Alex shouts into his mike as he and Jack walk nearer to Zack. “Come here you.” The crowd is still screaming as Alex and Jack kiss him on each cheek at the same time, and Zack can’t help but to start giggling. He laughs as Jack wipes his mouth off dramatically and Alex starts running towards Rian.
“I won’t forget you Rian,” he says into his microphone and climbs up to be even with his drum set. Rian leans forward with a smile on his face, playing along and pecking Alex on the lips. He hits a cymbal afterwards as Alex is running away, looking for his next victim. He spots Martin Johnson from Boys Like Girls standing just backstage and decides that yeah, he’ll do. Martin starts wiggling his hand as he sees Alex coming close.
“Look at you, look at you creeping,” Alex chuckles and grabs onto Martin’s hand. Alex pecks him on the mouth just as Jack screams, “Yo, kiss Martin!”
“I kissed him! I got him!” Alex shouts in triumph as he walks back out on the main stage and the crowd is cheering as loud as ever. Alex is taken by surprise as Martin, completely shirtless, runs out behind him and, for lack of better words, rapes his mouth. His arms are holding Alex close, one wrapped around his neck, the other against one of Alex’s cheek. Alex reciprocates the kiss, wrapping his arms around Martin’s back and oh, there’s some tongue. But it ends almost as quickly as it began, and Alex is actually kind of disappointed if he’s being honest, and he’s definitely wondering why they hadn’t tried that sooner.
“Wooo!” Alex drops to his knees and throws his hand up in triumph.
“You’re jealous! You’re all jealous!” he yells, pointing out into the crowd. There’s no way they couldn’t be jealous because holy fuck that kiss had actually been kind of really amazing. He walks around a bit, a huge grin on his face, trying to catch his breath and process what had really just happened.
“That’s the kind of shit that goes down on a road show!” Jack says, chuckling from his side of the stage.
“Is everything ok? Can we play another song?” He turns to Matt Flyzik, their tour manager, to see if whatever was fucked up before has been fixed so he can finish their set and go and talk to Martin.
Everything is ready to go so All Time Low finishes their set, but would be lying if he says he wasn’t thinking about Martin’s lips on his as he sings every lyric and plays every chord on his guitar.
When they’re finished with their set they thank the crowd for being awesome and Alex goes to find Martin right away. He knows that he doesn’t have much time before Boys Like Girls go on and he just really fucking wants to find Martin.
“Hey Alex!” Martin says brightly as he sees the other boy come around the corner. “That was some kiss huh?” he says with a mischievous grin.
“Yeah,” Alex says slowly, still in somewhat of a daze thinking about that damn kiss again and wondering exactly what Martin’s intentions had been. “So…” he trails off awkwardly, not even sure of what to actually say.
But Martin isn’t having that problem. He walks up close to Alex and whispers into his ear, “Did it turn you on as much as it turned me on?”
Alex gulps and manages a nod.
“Good. Come find me after our set.” And with that Martin walks away to find his band mates and get warmed up, leaving Alex standing there speechless.
“You alright buddy?” Jack asks, clapping Alex on the shoulder. Alex snaps out of it quickly and goes to shower and it’s really hard to stop himself from jerking off but he kind of wants to wait to see exactly what Martin has in store for him later, because all of the things that are running through his mind are looking a lot better than his right hand.
Once he’s out of the shower he changes quickly and goes to watch Boys Like Girls’ set. They’re always so much fun to watch each night and they don’t disappoint tonight. Somehow, to Alex, it seems better than ever before. But that might just be the anticipation that keeps building inside of him, because it definitely hasn’t stopped since that damn kiss.
Martin launches into Thunder and Alex knows that it’s their last song, and he keeps getting more and more excited. When it’s over the crowd starts going insane and Alex is going insane on the inside.
He watches as the band comes offstage and Martin winks at him.
“I’m gonna go shower, but meet me on my bus in 20?”
“Yeah, I’ll be there,” Alex agrees quickly and tries to find something to occupy his time for the next twenty minutes, something to keep him from going crazy.
He goes back to his own bus and turns on a video game, but he’s way too antsy to actually get anything out of it. He keeps looking at his watch and it seems like time is standing still. Finally, Alex just can’t take it anymore and he decides to go to Martin’s bus already. It’s been just over 10 minutes and Alex really fucking hopes that Martin is back from his shower already, because, really he can’t wait any longer or he’s going to fucking explode.
He opens the door to Boys Like Girls’ bus and slowly walks around the corner.
“Martin?” he calls out hopefully.
“I thought I said 20 minutes,” Martin chuckles as he comes out of the bunk area, shirtless and really fucking hot. “A bit eager are we?”
“Oh, I just, I thought I would see if you were back yet. And ok, maybe I just really didn’t want to wait any longer.” It’s like Alex suddenly regains his confidence and he just wants something to happen now.
“Good.” Martin closes the gap between the two and presses his lips eagerly against Alex’s. “I didn’t want to wait either.”
Their tongues dance together as hands roam bodies and Alex’s shirt comes off and ends up on the floor. Martin leads them to the back lounge and locks the door behind them. He told the guys to stay away but he can never really be sure and he really doesn’t want to be interrupted because he’s pretty sure he would murder someone at this point if they stopped this thing that’s going on with him and Alex now.
Martin pushes Alex down so he’s sitting on the couch and straddles him immediately. Like he said, he really doesn’t want to wait. His mouth is back on Alex’s and the kiss is heated and rough and sloppy but it’s also amazing and sexy and both of them want more. Right now.
Martin runs his hands along Alex’s exposed chest and stomach, all the way down to his belt buckle. Without breaking the kiss he manages to get Alex’s pants undone and he really wants them to just be off, now. As good as Alex’s ass looks in skinny jeans they’re more of a pain in the ass than anything because he has to really work to get them off and that means they have to stop kissing, and really neither of them want to do that. But as soon as Alex is pants-less Martin’s lips are right back where they started.
Alex is definitely enjoying this. His hands grip Martin’s ass and hold him close. Martin is rutting up against him, and Jesus Christ it’s so fucking sexy, and Alex wants less clothes but more action. Definitely more action. Because he’s pretty sure, actually he’s positive, that his dick is so fucking hard right now and if Martin doesn’t touch it or something soon he’s going to explode.
And it’s almost as if Martin can read his mind because as soon as that thought pops into his head Martin’s hand finds his dick and starts massaging it through the thin layer of his boxer briefs and his mouth is kissing its way along Alex’s jaw line, heading up towards his ear. “I want your cock in my mouth.” Alex gasps as Martin whispers those words into this ear, being so god damn blunt about it, and Alex’s cock fucking twitches in anticipation.
“Yes, please,” Alex answers, or rather moans. It’s really all that he can do because he’s a mess underneath Martin’s hands and lips.
Martin smirks at the effect he’s having on the younger boy and kneels on the floor in front of him before his mouth starts making its way down, leaving kisses along Alex’s chest and stomach. And Alex just sits there and lets Martin do his thing, because really, he’s way too turned on to do anything else.
When Martin gets to Alex’s underwear he wastes no time pulling them down and off, releasing Alex’s very impressive erection. Martin licks his lips in anticipation and Alex just groans, because fuck that was really hot and he just wants his dick to be in Martin’s mouth already.
And Martin isn’t one to disappoint. He teasingly licks the tip before taking as much as he can into his mouth, and Alex fucking hisses. His fingers make their way to Martin’s head, tangling in his hair as Martin is bobbing up and down, sucking hard and hollowing out his cheeks as he comes back up, paying more attention to the tip, sliding his tongue over the slit and Alex swears he’s going to melt. He can’t remember the last time he felt this good.
“H-holy fuck M-Martin,” Alex stutters out and fails to suppress a moan as Martin goes back down, taking Alex as deep as he can, feeling his cock at the back of his throat. He continues his motions, going up and down, licking and sucking.
Alex can’t help it when his hips buck up and holy fuck, Martin is actually letting him fuck his mouth. Alex knows he’s not going to last much longer at this point and he really doesn’t care because everything just feels so amazing and so fucking fantastic.
Eventually Martin brings a hand up to hold Alex’s hips down and the other hand goes to the base of Alex’s cock, stroking what won’t fit in Martin’s mouth. And with the double sensation Alex knows he’s going to lose it any second.
“F-fuuuck, Martin, gonna c-come, gonna come.” All he can do after that is moan and grunt and just let it happen.
And Martin’s about to come without even being touched because, fuck, Alex is just that hot and he tastes amazing and those sounds he’s making are driving him crazy. And really, everything is just perfect right now.
Martin just sucks harder and strokes faster, trying to coax Alex’s orgasm out of him. And seconds later a fire is bursting inside of Alex as his orgasm overtakes him and he can feel it all over, from his head to his toes and everywhere in between. Martin takes it all, feeling the hot liquid hit the back of his throat and swallowing it all down, sucking Alex dry until he’s just a limp and whimpering mess.
But Martin is still hard and fuck, he needs someone to touch him, right fucking now. He settles next to Alex on the couch, unbuttoning his own jeans quickly and guiding Alex’s hand into his boxers while reattaching their lips.
Alex obliges and starts stroking Martin fast, the precum already leaking from his dick making it easier for his hand to glide up and down it quickly. He just wants to be able to make Martin feel as good as he made him feel, because fuck, Alex is pretty sure he hasn’t come that hard in a really long time, if ever. And he can taste himself on Martin’s lips and somehow it just makes this whole thing even hotter.
Martin is fucking Alex’s hand by this point and he’s whimpering into the kiss, because Alex’s hand on his cock just feels right. After a few more strokes and twists and turns of Alex’s hand, he moves his thumb over the slit, and Martin is coming all over Alex’s hand, and his hips are jerking and he almost can’t breathe.
Alex pulls his hand out of Martin’s pants and lazily licks the cum off his fingers, and holy fuck it’s so hot that Martin swears he just might come again at the sight of it.
Even though both of them are panting and having trouble catching their breath, they bring their lips together for another heated kiss and the taste of each other mixes on their tongues and they can’t help but moan into the kiss.
They pull apart slowly and just look at each other, both with satisfied smiles on their faces. And no words are necessary; they both just know that it was amazing, and they really don’t want to ruin it with words.
But yeah, they both know that they’re definitely going to have to do that again. Alex thanks god that they still have a couple more weeks of Bamboozle left and he can only imagine all of the things he and Martin can do.
Author: chic734
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Alex Gaskarth and Martin Johnson
Summary: After Martin kisses Alex like that, he knows that something else is bound to happen, and he’s not disappointed.
Disclaimer: The beginning part actually happened. There’s proof in this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vfQ42oK9RGA But the rest probably didn’t, as much as I wish it did.
Beta: xandra827 who I owe my life to for pressuring me to write this, and writing the html for me.
They’re having technical difficulties and some of the instruments aren’t working exactly as they should be. So they have some time to kill. And for some reason Alex thinks it’s a good idea to kiss everyone on stage. It’s not like he hasn’t done it before and he’s just in a playful mood. He starts with Jack, just giving him a quick peck on the lips. The crowd goes crazy and Alex smirks. Zack is just laughing over on the other side of the stage, thinking how this is just like Alex and Jack, to put on a show for everyone. He doesn’t expect them to come over to him next.
“We’re gonna get you!” Alex shouts into his mike as he and Jack walk nearer to Zack. “Come here you.” The crowd is still screaming as Alex and Jack kiss him on each cheek at the same time, and Zack can’t help but to start giggling. He laughs as Jack wipes his mouth off dramatically and Alex starts running towards Rian.
“I won’t forget you Rian,” he says into his microphone and climbs up to be even with his drum set. Rian leans forward with a smile on his face, playing along and pecking Alex on the lips. He hits a cymbal afterwards as Alex is running away, looking for his next victim. He spots Martin Johnson from Boys Like Girls standing just backstage and decides that yeah, he’ll do. Martin starts wiggling his hand as he sees Alex coming close.
“Look at you, look at you creeping,” Alex chuckles and grabs onto Martin’s hand. Alex pecks him on the mouth just as Jack screams, “Yo, kiss Martin!”
“I kissed him! I got him!” Alex shouts in triumph as he walks back out on the main stage and the crowd is cheering as loud as ever. Alex is taken by surprise as Martin, completely shirtless, runs out behind him and, for lack of better words, rapes his mouth. His arms are holding Alex close, one wrapped around his neck, the other against one of Alex’s cheek. Alex reciprocates the kiss, wrapping his arms around Martin’s back and oh, there’s some tongue. But it ends almost as quickly as it began, and Alex is actually kind of disappointed if he’s being honest, and he’s definitely wondering why they hadn’t tried that sooner.
“Wooo!” Alex drops to his knees and throws his hand up in triumph.
“You’re jealous! You’re all jealous!” he yells, pointing out into the crowd. There’s no way they couldn’t be jealous because holy fuck that kiss had actually been kind of really amazing. He walks around a bit, a huge grin on his face, trying to catch his breath and process what had really just happened.
“That’s the kind of shit that goes down on a road show!” Jack says, chuckling from his side of the stage.
“Is everything ok? Can we play another song?” He turns to Matt Flyzik, their tour manager, to see if whatever was fucked up before has been fixed so he can finish their set and go and talk to Martin.
Everything is ready to go so All Time Low finishes their set, but would be lying if he says he wasn’t thinking about Martin’s lips on his as he sings every lyric and plays every chord on his guitar.
When they’re finished with their set they thank the crowd for being awesome and Alex goes to find Martin right away. He knows that he doesn’t have much time before Boys Like Girls go on and he just really fucking wants to find Martin.
“Hey Alex!” Martin says brightly as he sees the other boy come around the corner. “That was some kiss huh?” he says with a mischievous grin.
“Yeah,” Alex says slowly, still in somewhat of a daze thinking about that damn kiss again and wondering exactly what Martin’s intentions had been. “So…” he trails off awkwardly, not even sure of what to actually say.
But Martin isn’t having that problem. He walks up close to Alex and whispers into his ear, “Did it turn you on as much as it turned me on?”
Alex gulps and manages a nod.
“Good. Come find me after our set.” And with that Martin walks away to find his band mates and get warmed up, leaving Alex standing there speechless.
“You alright buddy?” Jack asks, clapping Alex on the shoulder. Alex snaps out of it quickly and goes to shower and it’s really hard to stop himself from jerking off but he kind of wants to wait to see exactly what Martin has in store for him later, because all of the things that are running through his mind are looking a lot better than his right hand.
Once he’s out of the shower he changes quickly and goes to watch Boys Like Girls’ set. They’re always so much fun to watch each night and they don’t disappoint tonight. Somehow, to Alex, it seems better than ever before. But that might just be the anticipation that keeps building inside of him, because it definitely hasn’t stopped since that damn kiss.
Martin launches into Thunder and Alex knows that it’s their last song, and he keeps getting more and more excited. When it’s over the crowd starts going insane and Alex is going insane on the inside.
He watches as the band comes offstage and Martin winks at him.
“I’m gonna go shower, but meet me on my bus in 20?”
“Yeah, I’ll be there,” Alex agrees quickly and tries to find something to occupy his time for the next twenty minutes, something to keep him from going crazy.
He goes back to his own bus and turns on a video game, but he’s way too antsy to actually get anything out of it. He keeps looking at his watch and it seems like time is standing still. Finally, Alex just can’t take it anymore and he decides to go to Martin’s bus already. It’s been just over 10 minutes and Alex really fucking hopes that Martin is back from his shower already, because, really he can’t wait any longer or he’s going to fucking explode.
He opens the door to Boys Like Girls’ bus and slowly walks around the corner.
“Martin?” he calls out hopefully.
“I thought I said 20 minutes,” Martin chuckles as he comes out of the bunk area, shirtless and really fucking hot. “A bit eager are we?”
“Oh, I just, I thought I would see if you were back yet. And ok, maybe I just really didn’t want to wait any longer.” It’s like Alex suddenly regains his confidence and he just wants something to happen now.
“Good.” Martin closes the gap between the two and presses his lips eagerly against Alex’s. “I didn’t want to wait either.”
Their tongues dance together as hands roam bodies and Alex’s shirt comes off and ends up on the floor. Martin leads them to the back lounge and locks the door behind them. He told the guys to stay away but he can never really be sure and he really doesn’t want to be interrupted because he’s pretty sure he would murder someone at this point if they stopped this thing that’s going on with him and Alex now.
Martin pushes Alex down so he’s sitting on the couch and straddles him immediately. Like he said, he really doesn’t want to wait. His mouth is back on Alex’s and the kiss is heated and rough and sloppy but it’s also amazing and sexy and both of them want more. Right now.
Martin runs his hands along Alex’s exposed chest and stomach, all the way down to his belt buckle. Without breaking the kiss he manages to get Alex’s pants undone and he really wants them to just be off, now. As good as Alex’s ass looks in skinny jeans they’re more of a pain in the ass than anything because he has to really work to get them off and that means they have to stop kissing, and really neither of them want to do that. But as soon as Alex is pants-less Martin’s lips are right back where they started.
Alex is definitely enjoying this. His hands grip Martin’s ass and hold him close. Martin is rutting up against him, and Jesus Christ it’s so fucking sexy, and Alex wants less clothes but more action. Definitely more action. Because he’s pretty sure, actually he’s positive, that his dick is so fucking hard right now and if Martin doesn’t touch it or something soon he’s going to explode.
And it’s almost as if Martin can read his mind because as soon as that thought pops into his head Martin’s hand finds his dick and starts massaging it through the thin layer of his boxer briefs and his mouth is kissing its way along Alex’s jaw line, heading up towards his ear. “I want your cock in my mouth.” Alex gasps as Martin whispers those words into this ear, being so god damn blunt about it, and Alex’s cock fucking twitches in anticipation.
“Yes, please,” Alex answers, or rather moans. It’s really all that he can do because he’s a mess underneath Martin’s hands and lips.
Martin smirks at the effect he’s having on the younger boy and kneels on the floor in front of him before his mouth starts making its way down, leaving kisses along Alex’s chest and stomach. And Alex just sits there and lets Martin do his thing, because really, he’s way too turned on to do anything else.
When Martin gets to Alex’s underwear he wastes no time pulling them down and off, releasing Alex’s very impressive erection. Martin licks his lips in anticipation and Alex just groans, because fuck that was really hot and he just wants his dick to be in Martin’s mouth already.
And Martin isn’t one to disappoint. He teasingly licks the tip before taking as much as he can into his mouth, and Alex fucking hisses. His fingers make their way to Martin’s head, tangling in his hair as Martin is bobbing up and down, sucking hard and hollowing out his cheeks as he comes back up, paying more attention to the tip, sliding his tongue over the slit and Alex swears he’s going to melt. He can’t remember the last time he felt this good.
“H-holy fuck M-Martin,” Alex stutters out and fails to suppress a moan as Martin goes back down, taking Alex as deep as he can, feeling his cock at the back of his throat. He continues his motions, going up and down, licking and sucking.
Alex can’t help it when his hips buck up and holy fuck, Martin is actually letting him fuck his mouth. Alex knows he’s not going to last much longer at this point and he really doesn’t care because everything just feels so amazing and so fucking fantastic.
Eventually Martin brings a hand up to hold Alex’s hips down and the other hand goes to the base of Alex’s cock, stroking what won’t fit in Martin’s mouth. And with the double sensation Alex knows he’s going to lose it any second.
“F-fuuuck, Martin, gonna c-come, gonna come.” All he can do after that is moan and grunt and just let it happen.
And Martin’s about to come without even being touched because, fuck, Alex is just that hot and he tastes amazing and those sounds he’s making are driving him crazy. And really, everything is just perfect right now.
Martin just sucks harder and strokes faster, trying to coax Alex’s orgasm out of him. And seconds later a fire is bursting inside of Alex as his orgasm overtakes him and he can feel it all over, from his head to his toes and everywhere in between. Martin takes it all, feeling the hot liquid hit the back of his throat and swallowing it all down, sucking Alex dry until he’s just a limp and whimpering mess.
But Martin is still hard and fuck, he needs someone to touch him, right fucking now. He settles next to Alex on the couch, unbuttoning his own jeans quickly and guiding Alex’s hand into his boxers while reattaching their lips.
Alex obliges and starts stroking Martin fast, the precum already leaking from his dick making it easier for his hand to glide up and down it quickly. He just wants to be able to make Martin feel as good as he made him feel, because fuck, Alex is pretty sure he hasn’t come that hard in a really long time, if ever. And he can taste himself on Martin’s lips and somehow it just makes this whole thing even hotter.
Martin is fucking Alex’s hand by this point and he’s whimpering into the kiss, because Alex’s hand on his cock just feels right. After a few more strokes and twists and turns of Alex’s hand, he moves his thumb over the slit, and Martin is coming all over Alex’s hand, and his hips are jerking and he almost can’t breathe.
Alex pulls his hand out of Martin’s pants and lazily licks the cum off his fingers, and holy fuck it’s so hot that Martin swears he just might come again at the sight of it.
Even though both of them are panting and having trouble catching their breath, they bring their lips together for another heated kiss and the taste of each other mixes on their tongues and they can’t help but moan into the kiss.
They pull apart slowly and just look at each other, both with satisfied smiles on their faces. And no words are necessary; they both just know that it was amazing, and they really don’t want to ruin it with words.
But yeah, they both know that they’re definitely going to have to do that again. Alex thanks god that they still have a couple more weeks of Bamboozle left and he can only imagine all of the things he and Martin can do.