Two Hands Come in Handy
Title: Two Hands Come in Handy
Author: Amanda, who goes by the alias apodiopsys
Pairing: Rilex. lol jk, Jalex ofcourse.
Rating: hard NC-17
Summary: So to sum it up nicely, Alex has a kink for Jack’s hands.
Disclaimer: I own the boys, I own the sex toys. They came together as a special Christmas offer through Interscope Records, it's gr69 bro. I also own Megan. Kind of. Also, title and cut belong to the Ting Tings.
A/N: So this is the kinkiest thing I've ever written sjfsaksjda. I have no idea if I pulled it off, but there you go. also, the entire fic was sparked from this picture.
It’s not that Alex has a hand kink or anything.
It’s just Jack’s fucking hands.
So to sum it up, Alex has a kink for Jack’s hands, specifically.
Ok.
But anyone would, if they would just take a little time and focus on Jack’s hands. Seriously.
It doesn’t even help that he’s a guitarist - everyone knows that guitarists are good with their hands.
When they’re on stage he sometimes has trouble focusing on what he’s supposed to be doing, because Jack is right fucking there, and his hands are just moving so fast over his guitar and Alex can’t help but think about what it would be like if it was his hands moving like that over him.
He usually ends up forgetting his words and just turning the microphone around to the crowd so that it looks like he wasn’t singing on purpose.
-
He’s doing it again, right now; fantasizing about Jack’s fucking hands. He can’t help it, Jack is licking his fingers, just finished eating an ice cream cone that melted all over his hands and now he’s just sucking on his fingers.
Alex wants to suck on his fingers for him.
Jack turns to look at Alex, catches him staring at his hands with a glazed look in his eye.
“Lex? Alex.” He waves his hand in front of his face, snapping his fingers.
Alex jumps. “What? Oh.” He glances to the side.
“You were like, zoning.” Jack says, tipping his head to the side. Alex seems to be doing that a lot lately.
“Oh. I’m just tired. I slept like shit last night.” Alex lies automatically, blinking.
He shouldn’t be thinking about Jack (Jack’s hands) like that. Jack is his best friend; it’s more than a little weird.
Jack stares at him for a few seconds before shrugging.
-
Alex is completely fucked.
They’re at one of the Hustler Meet and Greets, before the show.
And some chick thought it’d be funny to bring Jack a dildo.
It’s blue, and Jack think’s it’s hilarious. His fingers are wrapped around it, pretending to jerk it off and Alex can’t stop looking, completely fixated and shit what if -
but he can’t let himself think what ifs (what if that was his dick Jack was jerking off, what if it was Jack’s hands on him right now, what if Jack wasn’t his best friend and it wasn’t so weird for him to be thinking like this).
He realizes all of a sudden that he was zoning out again and Jack is looking at him weird, so is the chick that gave him the fucking dildo in the first place.
He coughs awkwardly and then walks away, going over to a girl with bright pink hair and piercings on either side of her lip.
Her name is Megan, she’s nice and she isn’t looking at Alex weird.
Alex likes her.
-
It’s a hotel night that night, and Alex thanks fuck for that. He hasn’t slept in a real bed in like three million years, hasn’t showered in a real shower in longer.
He’s sharing a room with Jack, and Jack is laying stretched out across one of the beds, watching some movie on the TV. It looks like Home Alone from where Alex is stood.
“I’m gonna shower.” Alex announces, his eyes stuck on the remote that Jack is just turning over and over in his hands, and he really shouldn’t be looking, shouldn’t be thinking the things he’s thinking because Jack is holding a fucking remote but he can’t help it.
Jack looks up to see Alex staring blankly, and then nods. “Have fun,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows, still turning the remote over in his hands. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.
Alex blinks and then nods. “Just me and my hand, bro.” he says, laughing as he turns around.
He facepalms once the bathroom door is closed behind him, pulling his t-shirt over his head. He doesn’t plan on using his hand; it’s like once a month he gets a real shower with real hot water that lasts longer than two minutes before it decides to go luke warm.
The shower is hot, but in the best fucking way. Showers on the bus are never like this, they're rushed and cramped and half the time they go cold. Alex has enough room to stretch his arms out and turn in a full circle. Fuck. Yes.
He takes his time (he's not avoiding Jack at all, it's just the shower is great and hhhng). He shampoos his hair and then conditions it, washing his entire body with soap that smells like apples (apples smell good, okay?) and then just stands under the stream of hot water, getting the most out of a real shower as he can.
It feels like a hundred hours later when he finally turns off the water, stepping out onto the towel he'd put on the floor so he wouldn't slip. In reality, it was more like forty minutes.
It's hard to breathe in the bathroom now, it's like a fucking sauna there’s so much steam in there.
He wraps a towel around his hips and then opens the door, inhaling sharply when he feels the cool air from the rest of the room.
"I was beginning to think you'd drowned." Jack jokes from the bed he claimed. He hasn't moved at all, is still watching the same movie as before.
Alex shakes his head. "Making the most of free hot water." he answers. Jack is still playing with the remote, still just turning it over and over and over in his hands, and Alex os almost mesmerized by the movements.
Jack gets up, walking towards the bathroom. "Either way, I'm glad you didn't drown. I'd miss you." he teases, and either on purpose or on accident, his hand brushes Alex's hip as he passes him.
Alex can't stop the full body shudder, doesn't look at Jack and prays to God that he didn't notice. Jack just walks into the bathroom, and he isn't looking at Alex weird, so maybe he didn't notice.
Thank fuck.
-
When Jack is finally done with his shower (he took almost twice as long as Alex) he leaves the bathroom, steam escaping the door and rushing up to the ceiling through the door.
Alex is lying on his bed, apparently asleep. He's only in some boxers, hasn't even gotten properly under the covers. He's just splayed out on top of his bed, possibly dead to the world.
When Alex opens his eyes, his arms are pinned above his head by Jack's hands (fuck, fuck, fuck.) and Jack's straddling his hips, their faces so close together Alex can feel his breath on his face.
It smells like peppermint, and... Jack.
"Dude, what the fuck are you doing?" Alex asks, his voice breathier then he expected but he's having a hard time actually focusing because his hands are being fucking pinned down by Jack fucking Barakat.
Jack doesn't say anything, just smirks down at Alex and then kisses him deeply, biting down on Alex's bottom lip and licking into his mouth, his tongue pressing against the man's underneath him and just tasting.
When Jack finally needs air, Alex is panting, his lips already somewhat kiss swollen. Jack tightens his grip on his wrists. Alex can almost feel bruises forming.
Fuck, he hopes there are bruises, something that he can press his fingers into and remember.
"I've seen the way you look at my hands," Jack says, his voice low and rough, right next to Alex's ear.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about." Alex breathes, closing his eyes tight because if he opens them he's going to have to look at Jack, and he doesn't think he can do that right now.
"I can practically feel you looking, and on stage? I can tell when you forget what you're supposed to be singing."
Alex bites his lip, he thought that nobody noticed that. Oh.
Jack moves his hand, keeping Alex's wrists pinned where they are above his head, his other hand tracing down his side and over to his hip, squeezing lightly. Alex arches into his touch, lets out a soft gasping noise.
Jack smirks a little, licking along the shell of Alex's ear. "What do you think about when your eyes glaze over like that?" he practically purrs, his left hand palming Alex through his boxers.
Alex closes his eyes, groaning. Jack moves his hand away when he doesn't answer, raising an eyebrow expectantly down at the blonde. “Tell me.”
"What your hands would feel like on me. On my dick and in my ass and how they'd taste in my mouth." Alex says, opening his eyes to look at Jack, properly look at him.
Jack's grin is wicked, and Alex doesn't know what he's thinking but he'll go along with anything, fucking anything.
He lets Jack pull his boxers off, moaning when he wraps his fingers around his cock and strokes him to full hardness, and it's so much better than he had ever imagined, fuck.
All of a sudden Jack isn't all in his face and his hands aren't being pinned down. He blinks, because Jack isn't straddling him anymore and if Jack is just going to leave him like this he is going to cut a bitch, Jesus Fucking Christ.
But then Jack is there again, in Alex’s face and breathing his air and Alex leans up a little, closing the space between them and kissing him again. Jack returns the kiss, but he seems a little distracted and Alex is annoyed by this until he feels Jack pressing one cool digit to his entrance in warning before sliding it inside. So that’s where Jack was, getting lube. Okay.
"I-I-I can take two right off, you know." Alex says, his voice rough and shaking a little and he's trying to stay in control of himself.
Jack didn't know that, no, but he smirks and slides a second finger inside along with the first one, very much enjoying how Alex rolls his hips, biting at his lip, his hands tangling in the sheets. He scissors his fingers, making sure that Alex is stretched enough before adding a third finger.
Alex's breath catches, and then he grinds back down against his fingers, willing to take everything that Jack wants to give.
Jack pulls his fingers out, and Alex whines, soft and low.
Needy.
He shakes his head at Alex and smirks a little, pushing him up the bed.
Alex figures out what he wants and then bends his knees, spreading his legs, his feet planted firmly on the mattress.
And then he spots it.
Oh, shit.
Apparently, Jack just wasn't getting lube when he got up.
Jack follows Alex's gaze to the blue sex toy. "I saw the way you were looking at it earlier," he says, picking it up. He picks up the bottle of lube too, pops the cap and then drizzles some onto the dildo. He spreads it around with his fingers, his eyes never leaving Alex's.
A soft noise leaves Alex's mouth, and fuck he's so turned on right now.
Jack shifts forward, one hand resting on the bed next to Alex’s shoulder, the other holding the toy by the base. “Fuck, you look so good like this.” He murmurs, pressing the dildo against his entrance.
Alex whines softly, the whine rising in pitch when Jack pushes the toy through the ring of muscle. He spreads his legs a little further as it gets further inside, closing his eyes and clenching his teeth. This isn’t the first time he’s ever done something like this (and it won’t be the last, that’s for sure) but this is the first time it’s Jack doing it and that just makes it that much better.
Jack slides the toy in up to the hilt, just pressing it there. Alex feels full, so full and it’s good, it’s been a long time since he was last filled like this. He drops his head, mouthing at Alex’s neck, nipping as he pulls the dildo out a little, pushing back in hard, but slowly. “Looks so good,” Jack murmured, his mouth moving against Alex’s ear. “You take it so well. What’s it like? Tell me.” His voice is low and dirty, constantly murmuring in Alex’s ear as he moves the toy at a torturing pace.
“Fuck, it’s so good,” Alex gasps, his chest rising and falling rapidly as Jack draws the toy out and then back in, so fucking slow. “So full, fuck. Love it.”
Jack smirks, bites Alex’s neck and slides his hand down his side, squeezing his hip and then the base of Alex’s cock. Alex moans, his hips bucking up into nothing because Jack’s moved his hand again.
“It’s a little thicker than me,” Jack muses, twisting the toy inside of Alex. “But I’m longer.”
Alex cries out, twists the white hotel sheets between his fingers because Jack has managed to find that spot inside of him that takes pleasure and then multiplies it by ten. He’s thought about Jack’s dick before, seen it in the changing rooms. But he’s never thought about it specifically, and now he fucking knows.
Jack pulls the dildo out slowly, pushes it back in even slower, watching Alex shake as he slowly falls apart, as he feel every fucking inch of it as it slides back inside him.
“Jack, Jack, Jack,” Alex pants, looking thoroughly debauched. “Jack, please, I can’t -”
Jack bites his lip, stares down at Alex, his eyes dark and lust filled. Alex would beg, he would, he’d fucking do it, but then Jack works the toy in hard, steady, drawing it out and still not going as fast as Alex would like.
“Please Jack, I need, fucking want. I can’t, please.” He begs, and his voice is wrecked, Matt is going to throw a fit later, but that’s okay, that’s okay because Jack is finally making the dildo go faster, harder, and it’s so fucking good, except there’s none of the weight or force behind it that would be there if it was Jack’s dick, Jack’s hips bruising the back of Alex’s thighs, fuck.
Jack brings his hand back to Alex’s dick, curling his long fingers around it and jerking roughly. Alex whimpers and moans, and Jack drags his thumb across the tip at the same time as he presses the dildo into his prostate and Alex’s muscles tighten and his back bows, bucking up and coming thick and hot onto Jack’s hand.
But apparently it’s not over, because Jack is still moving the toy slowly, wiping his hand on the sheets and shifting so he’s hovering over Alex’s body, one hand still on the dildo the other balancing his weight. “You’re fucking beautiful when you come.” He says, his voice low and husky, and he’s kissing Alex again, deep and slow, and Alex’s body is still sparking with pleasure, but it’s almost toomuchtoomuch because the toy is still moving even though Jack isn’t really holding onto it anymore, moving his hands up to his nipples to toy with them.
“I’d hold out, you know.” He says, biting gently across Alex’s jaw, his breath fanning out across his face. “I’d stay inside you, wait for you to start getting hard again.”
Alex shudders, can’t help it, but it’s too much too soon he can’t get hard again this fast, can’t. Jack touches lightly where Alex is stretched around the sex toy, and he makes a little gasping noise, can’t handle it can’t handle it can’t.
“You’d be so tight, it’d be hard not to come. I’d do it though.” Jack whispers, licking a stripe across his neck. Alex surges up, pulling Jack’s face towards him and crashes their lips together, moaning a little because it makes the toy shift a lot inside him and it’s so good but too much.
“I’d make you come. I can be very persuasive,” he pants into Jack’s mouth, tugging at his hair. Jack pulls the toy out of Alex, and Alex clenches down around nothing, feels so fucking empty.
He needs to be filled again.
“You wanna bet? I love a challenge.” Jack teased, his index finger teasing his opening again, just sliding the tip inside, not enough at all.
“I will win this.” Alex breathes, trying to clench down around Jack’s finger, grinds back against him because he wants more. Jack can’t wait to push into him because he’s still open and wet from the dildo but he’d still be so tight.
Jack pulls Alex on his knees, manhandling him (in a careful way, because he doesn’t want to hurt Alex even if he’s being a little rough) until he’s kneeling, facing the wall with his hands braced on the headboard. Alex turns his head, looking over his shoulder at Jack and biting his lip.
Jack swears Alex was a porn star in a past life because he has never seen anything as hot as Alex is right now.
Alex’s head drops between his arms, closing his eyes as he listens to Jack popping the cap on the lube bottle and prepping himself. The next thing he knows, Jack’s hands are holding his hips and the tip of his cock is pressing against his entrance. He whines a little, holding onto the headboard and trying not to grind back against Jack, trying not to beg for it like he’s prepared to do.
It takes one smooth thrust for Jack to be buried up to the hilt inside of Alex and he’s surrounded by such a tight tight heat that his head is spinning and he might come if he moves. He slides one hand around Alex’s chest and leans forward, and they’re pressed chest to back and it suddenly occurs to him how close they are, how fucking intensely intimate this is.
Alex groans deep and low, and Jack thrusts a few times experimentally, gradually finding a pace and fucking into Alex harder.
“Jack,” Alex moans, gripping tight to the headboard. Jack murmurs something in response, pushing his hips forward and pressing in deep making the older man moan again and arch back against him.
“Oh God, oh fuck, oh Jack,” Alex gasps, whimpers, moans. “I need it, shit. Please, Jack, fuck me, take me, please Jack,”
Jack moans into Alex’s ear and stops thrusting, just grinding his hips slow and dirty.
“Please Jack, please, I need you to fuck me, I fucking need it, fuck.” Jack pulls out almost all the way, thrusts in hard, his hands touching him everywhere (his ass, his hips, his neck) as he goes.
“I’m going to fucking win this,” Jack breathes against the back of Alex’s neck, and Alex arches, panting.
“I’ve already come once. That’s hardly fair, is it?” he gasps, his hands slipping from the headboard and down onto the mattress, so he’s on all fours, Jack inside him and around him and that’s all he knows right now, everything else in the world has boiled down to this: him, Jack and this bed.
“No.” Jack says, punctuating the word with a sharp thrust, and Alex moans again. “But I’ve already seen you come once tonight. God, you’re fucking gorgeous when you come. I want to feel it now. Need to.” He slides in deep, pressing kisses to the back of his neck, his breath hot against Alex’s sweat covered skin.
Alex cries out and shakes underneath him and Jack knows he’s found that spot again. “Fine, fucking fine.” Alex grits out, his arms shaking. “Do it, make me come.” He says like it wasn’t inevitable anyway, his voice sounding so fucking turned on.
Jack brings his other hand to Alex’s cock, drags his fingers across it and then fists him, his thrusts pushing Alex’s hips forward into his hand.
Alex’s arms drop, so now he’s leaning on his elbows, his ass up in the air. His hands clench in the sheets and he’s shaking apart, moaning and gasping and purring and making all these sounds that would be so embarrassing anywhere else.
Jack grips at Alex’s hips, drives in hard. “Come on, Lex.” He says, his voice hot and low, leaning forward so they’re pressed back to chest again, his cock in hard and deep, pressed right up against his prostate. “Fucking come for me.”
Alex moans, his fingers twisting the sheets so tightly between his fingers there’s a chance they’ll rip. He comes with a litany ah, ah, ah’s, pulsing in Jack’s hand and hard enough that his vision whites out for a few moments.
Jack manages to last for a few more thrusts, but Alex gets impossibly tighter as he comes and Jack moans, Alex’s name falling from his lips as he thrusts once more, coming deep inside him, his hips rocking through his orgasm.
Alex finally collapses to the bed, and it’s a little gross because the sheets are stained and wet with his cum, and there is no way he is sleeping there tonight. He’s going to have to remember to apologize to room cleaning or something.
Jack pulls out carefully, kissing the back of Alex’s shoulder when he hisses a little, and he feels so empty. He disappears for a few moments, and Alex is seriously close to passing out when he feels arms around him again, pulling him up into a sitting position and Jack is wiping him down with a warm wash cloth and then tossing it to the floor.
“C’mere,” he murmurs, and Alex gets up, and he’s tired but so good. He feels completely blissed out. Jack pulls back the covers on the bed that he claimed, and Alex slides into the clean sheets gratefully, Jack following suite.
He tilts Alex’s face up and presses their lips together, nothing like the kisses from before. This one is soft and slow, there’s nothing rushed or frenzied about it, it’s leading nowhere and they can just kiss like that for as long as they like. They fall asleep, Jack’s arms around Alex’s waist and their legs tangled together.
Alex knows that when he wakes up, Jack will still be there.
Author: Amanda, who goes by the alias apodiopsys
Pairing: Rilex. lol jk, Jalex ofcourse.
Rating: hard NC-17
Summary: So to sum it up nicely, Alex has a kink for Jack’s hands.
Disclaimer: I own the boys, I own the sex toys. They came together as a special Christmas offer through Interscope Records, it's gr69 bro. I also own Megan. Kind of. Also, title and cut belong to the Ting Tings.
A/N: So this is the kinkiest thing I've ever written sjfsaksjda. I have no idea if I pulled it off, but there you go. also, the entire fic was sparked from this picture.
It’s not that Alex has a hand kink or anything.
It’s just Jack’s fucking hands.
So to sum it up, Alex has a kink for Jack’s hands, specifically.
Ok.
But anyone would, if they would just take a little time and focus on Jack’s hands. Seriously.
It doesn’t even help that he’s a guitarist - everyone knows that guitarists are good with their hands.
When they’re on stage he sometimes has trouble focusing on what he’s supposed to be doing, because Jack is right fucking there, and his hands are just moving so fast over his guitar and Alex can’t help but think about what it would be like if it was his hands moving like that over him.
He usually ends up forgetting his words and just turning the microphone around to the crowd so that it looks like he wasn’t singing on purpose.
-
He’s doing it again, right now; fantasizing about Jack’s fucking hands. He can’t help it, Jack is licking his fingers, just finished eating an ice cream cone that melted all over his hands and now he’s just sucking on his fingers.
Alex wants to suck on his fingers for him.
Jack turns to look at Alex, catches him staring at his hands with a glazed look in his eye.
“Lex? Alex.” He waves his hand in front of his face, snapping his fingers.
Alex jumps. “What? Oh.” He glances to the side.
“You were like, zoning.” Jack says, tipping his head to the side. Alex seems to be doing that a lot lately.
“Oh. I’m just tired. I slept like shit last night.” Alex lies automatically, blinking.
He shouldn’t be thinking about Jack (Jack’s hands) like that. Jack is his best friend; it’s more than a little weird.
Jack stares at him for a few seconds before shrugging.
-
Alex is completely fucked.
They’re at one of the Hustler Meet and Greets, before the show.
And some chick thought it’d be funny to bring Jack a dildo.
It’s blue, and Jack think’s it’s hilarious. His fingers are wrapped around it, pretending to jerk it off and Alex can’t stop looking, completely fixated and shit what if -
but he can’t let himself think what ifs (what if that was his dick Jack was jerking off, what if it was Jack’s hands on him right now, what if Jack wasn’t his best friend and it wasn’t so weird for him to be thinking like this).
He realizes all of a sudden that he was zoning out again and Jack is looking at him weird, so is the chick that gave him the fucking dildo in the first place.
He coughs awkwardly and then walks away, going over to a girl with bright pink hair and piercings on either side of her lip.
Her name is Megan, she’s nice and she isn’t looking at Alex weird.
Alex likes her.
-
It’s a hotel night that night, and Alex thanks fuck for that. He hasn’t slept in a real bed in like three million years, hasn’t showered in a real shower in longer.
He’s sharing a room with Jack, and Jack is laying stretched out across one of the beds, watching some movie on the TV. It looks like Home Alone from where Alex is stood.
“I’m gonna shower.” Alex announces, his eyes stuck on the remote that Jack is just turning over and over in his hands, and he really shouldn’t be looking, shouldn’t be thinking the things he’s thinking because Jack is holding a fucking remote but he can’t help it.
Jack looks up to see Alex staring blankly, and then nods. “Have fun,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows, still turning the remote over in his hands. He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.
Alex blinks and then nods. “Just me and my hand, bro.” he says, laughing as he turns around.
He facepalms once the bathroom door is closed behind him, pulling his t-shirt over his head. He doesn’t plan on using his hand; it’s like once a month he gets a real shower with real hot water that lasts longer than two minutes before it decides to go luke warm.
The shower is hot, but in the best fucking way. Showers on the bus are never like this, they're rushed and cramped and half the time they go cold. Alex has enough room to stretch his arms out and turn in a full circle. Fuck. Yes.
He takes his time (he's not avoiding Jack at all, it's just the shower is great and hhhng). He shampoos his hair and then conditions it, washing his entire body with soap that smells like apples (apples smell good, okay?) and then just stands under the stream of hot water, getting the most out of a real shower as he can.
It feels like a hundred hours later when he finally turns off the water, stepping out onto the towel he'd put on the floor so he wouldn't slip. In reality, it was more like forty minutes.
It's hard to breathe in the bathroom now, it's like a fucking sauna there’s so much steam in there.
He wraps a towel around his hips and then opens the door, inhaling sharply when he feels the cool air from the rest of the room.
"I was beginning to think you'd drowned." Jack jokes from the bed he claimed. He hasn't moved at all, is still watching the same movie as before.
Alex shakes his head. "Making the most of free hot water." he answers. Jack is still playing with the remote, still just turning it over and over and over in his hands, and Alex os almost mesmerized by the movements.
Jack gets up, walking towards the bathroom. "Either way, I'm glad you didn't drown. I'd miss you." he teases, and either on purpose or on accident, his hand brushes Alex's hip as he passes him.
Alex can't stop the full body shudder, doesn't look at Jack and prays to God that he didn't notice. Jack just walks into the bathroom, and he isn't looking at Alex weird, so maybe he didn't notice.
Thank fuck.
-
When Jack is finally done with his shower (he took almost twice as long as Alex) he leaves the bathroom, steam escaping the door and rushing up to the ceiling through the door.
Alex is lying on his bed, apparently asleep. He's only in some boxers, hasn't even gotten properly under the covers. He's just splayed out on top of his bed, possibly dead to the world.
When Alex opens his eyes, his arms are pinned above his head by Jack's hands (fuck, fuck, fuck.) and Jack's straddling his hips, their faces so close together Alex can feel his breath on his face.
It smells like peppermint, and... Jack.
"Dude, what the fuck are you doing?" Alex asks, his voice breathier then he expected but he's having a hard time actually focusing because his hands are being fucking pinned down by Jack fucking Barakat.
Jack doesn't say anything, just smirks down at Alex and then kisses him deeply, biting down on Alex's bottom lip and licking into his mouth, his tongue pressing against the man's underneath him and just tasting.
When Jack finally needs air, Alex is panting, his lips already somewhat kiss swollen. Jack tightens his grip on his wrists. Alex can almost feel bruises forming.
Fuck, he hopes there are bruises, something that he can press his fingers into and remember.
"I've seen the way you look at my hands," Jack says, his voice low and rough, right next to Alex's ear.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about." Alex breathes, closing his eyes tight because if he opens them he's going to have to look at Jack, and he doesn't think he can do that right now.
"I can practically feel you looking, and on stage? I can tell when you forget what you're supposed to be singing."
Alex bites his lip, he thought that nobody noticed that. Oh.
Jack moves his hand, keeping Alex's wrists pinned where they are above his head, his other hand tracing down his side and over to his hip, squeezing lightly. Alex arches into his touch, lets out a soft gasping noise.
Jack smirks a little, licking along the shell of Alex's ear. "What do you think about when your eyes glaze over like that?" he practically purrs, his left hand palming Alex through his boxers.
Alex closes his eyes, groaning. Jack moves his hand away when he doesn't answer, raising an eyebrow expectantly down at the blonde. “Tell me.”
"What your hands would feel like on me. On my dick and in my ass and how they'd taste in my mouth." Alex says, opening his eyes to look at Jack, properly look at him.
Jack's grin is wicked, and Alex doesn't know what he's thinking but he'll go along with anything, fucking anything.
He lets Jack pull his boxers off, moaning when he wraps his fingers around his cock and strokes him to full hardness, and it's so much better than he had ever imagined, fuck.
All of a sudden Jack isn't all in his face and his hands aren't being pinned down. He blinks, because Jack isn't straddling him anymore and if Jack is just going to leave him like this he is going to cut a bitch, Jesus Fucking Christ.
But then Jack is there again, in Alex’s face and breathing his air and Alex leans up a little, closing the space between them and kissing him again. Jack returns the kiss, but he seems a little distracted and Alex is annoyed by this until he feels Jack pressing one cool digit to his entrance in warning before sliding it inside. So that’s where Jack was, getting lube. Okay.
"I-I-I can take two right off, you know." Alex says, his voice rough and shaking a little and he's trying to stay in control of himself.
Jack didn't know that, no, but he smirks and slides a second finger inside along with the first one, very much enjoying how Alex rolls his hips, biting at his lip, his hands tangling in the sheets. He scissors his fingers, making sure that Alex is stretched enough before adding a third finger.
Alex's breath catches, and then he grinds back down against his fingers, willing to take everything that Jack wants to give.
Jack pulls his fingers out, and Alex whines, soft and low.
Needy.
He shakes his head at Alex and smirks a little, pushing him up the bed.
Alex figures out what he wants and then bends his knees, spreading his legs, his feet planted firmly on the mattress.
And then he spots it.
Oh, shit.
Apparently, Jack just wasn't getting lube when he got up.
Jack follows Alex's gaze to the blue sex toy. "I saw the way you were looking at it earlier," he says, picking it up. He picks up the bottle of lube too, pops the cap and then drizzles some onto the dildo. He spreads it around with his fingers, his eyes never leaving Alex's.
A soft noise leaves Alex's mouth, and fuck he's so turned on right now.
Jack shifts forward, one hand resting on the bed next to Alex’s shoulder, the other holding the toy by the base. “Fuck, you look so good like this.” He murmurs, pressing the dildo against his entrance.
Alex whines softly, the whine rising in pitch when Jack pushes the toy through the ring of muscle. He spreads his legs a little further as it gets further inside, closing his eyes and clenching his teeth. This isn’t the first time he’s ever done something like this (and it won’t be the last, that’s for sure) but this is the first time it’s Jack doing it and that just makes it that much better.
Jack slides the toy in up to the hilt, just pressing it there. Alex feels full, so full and it’s good, it’s been a long time since he was last filled like this. He drops his head, mouthing at Alex’s neck, nipping as he pulls the dildo out a little, pushing back in hard, but slowly. “Looks so good,” Jack murmured, his mouth moving against Alex’s ear. “You take it so well. What’s it like? Tell me.” His voice is low and dirty, constantly murmuring in Alex’s ear as he moves the toy at a torturing pace.
“Fuck, it’s so good,” Alex gasps, his chest rising and falling rapidly as Jack draws the toy out and then back in, so fucking slow. “So full, fuck. Love it.”
Jack smirks, bites Alex’s neck and slides his hand down his side, squeezing his hip and then the base of Alex’s cock. Alex moans, his hips bucking up into nothing because Jack’s moved his hand again.
“It’s a little thicker than me,” Jack muses, twisting the toy inside of Alex. “But I’m longer.”
Alex cries out, twists the white hotel sheets between his fingers because Jack has managed to find that spot inside of him that takes pleasure and then multiplies it by ten. He’s thought about Jack’s dick before, seen it in the changing rooms. But he’s never thought about it specifically, and now he fucking knows.
Jack pulls the dildo out slowly, pushes it back in even slower, watching Alex shake as he slowly falls apart, as he feel every fucking inch of it as it slides back inside him.
“Jack, Jack, Jack,” Alex pants, looking thoroughly debauched. “Jack, please, I can’t -”
Jack bites his lip, stares down at Alex, his eyes dark and lust filled. Alex would beg, he would, he’d fucking do it, but then Jack works the toy in hard, steady, drawing it out and still not going as fast as Alex would like.
“Please Jack, I need, fucking want. I can’t, please.” He begs, and his voice is wrecked, Matt is going to throw a fit later, but that’s okay, that’s okay because Jack is finally making the dildo go faster, harder, and it’s so fucking good, except there’s none of the weight or force behind it that would be there if it was Jack’s dick, Jack’s hips bruising the back of Alex’s thighs, fuck.
Jack brings his hand back to Alex’s dick, curling his long fingers around it and jerking roughly. Alex whimpers and moans, and Jack drags his thumb across the tip at the same time as he presses the dildo into his prostate and Alex’s muscles tighten and his back bows, bucking up and coming thick and hot onto Jack’s hand.
But apparently it’s not over, because Jack is still moving the toy slowly, wiping his hand on the sheets and shifting so he’s hovering over Alex’s body, one hand still on the dildo the other balancing his weight. “You’re fucking beautiful when you come.” He says, his voice low and husky, and he’s kissing Alex again, deep and slow, and Alex’s body is still sparking with pleasure, but it’s almost toomuchtoomuch because the toy is still moving even though Jack isn’t really holding onto it anymore, moving his hands up to his nipples to toy with them.
“I’d hold out, you know.” He says, biting gently across Alex’s jaw, his breath fanning out across his face. “I’d stay inside you, wait for you to start getting hard again.”
Alex shudders, can’t help it, but it’s too much too soon he can’t get hard again this fast, can’t. Jack touches lightly where Alex is stretched around the sex toy, and he makes a little gasping noise, can’t handle it can’t handle it can’t.
“You’d be so tight, it’d be hard not to come. I’d do it though.” Jack whispers, licking a stripe across his neck. Alex surges up, pulling Jack’s face towards him and crashes their lips together, moaning a little because it makes the toy shift a lot inside him and it’s so good but too much.
“I’d make you come. I can be very persuasive,” he pants into Jack’s mouth, tugging at his hair. Jack pulls the toy out of Alex, and Alex clenches down around nothing, feels so fucking empty.
He needs to be filled again.
“You wanna bet? I love a challenge.” Jack teased, his index finger teasing his opening again, just sliding the tip inside, not enough at all.
“I will win this.” Alex breathes, trying to clench down around Jack’s finger, grinds back against him because he wants more. Jack can’t wait to push into him because he’s still open and wet from the dildo but he’d still be so tight.
Jack pulls Alex on his knees, manhandling him (in a careful way, because he doesn’t want to hurt Alex even if he’s being a little rough) until he’s kneeling, facing the wall with his hands braced on the headboard. Alex turns his head, looking over his shoulder at Jack and biting his lip.
Jack swears Alex was a porn star in a past life because he has never seen anything as hot as Alex is right now.
Alex’s head drops between his arms, closing his eyes as he listens to Jack popping the cap on the lube bottle and prepping himself. The next thing he knows, Jack’s hands are holding his hips and the tip of his cock is pressing against his entrance. He whines a little, holding onto the headboard and trying not to grind back against Jack, trying not to beg for it like he’s prepared to do.
It takes one smooth thrust for Jack to be buried up to the hilt inside of Alex and he’s surrounded by such a tight tight heat that his head is spinning and he might come if he moves. He slides one hand around Alex’s chest and leans forward, and they’re pressed chest to back and it suddenly occurs to him how close they are, how fucking intensely intimate this is.
Alex groans deep and low, and Jack thrusts a few times experimentally, gradually finding a pace and fucking into Alex harder.
“Jack,” Alex moans, gripping tight to the headboard. Jack murmurs something in response, pushing his hips forward and pressing in deep making the older man moan again and arch back against him.
“Oh God, oh fuck, oh Jack,” Alex gasps, whimpers, moans. “I need it, shit. Please, Jack, fuck me, take me, please Jack,”
Jack moans into Alex’s ear and stops thrusting, just grinding his hips slow and dirty.
“Please Jack, please, I need you to fuck me, I fucking need it, fuck.” Jack pulls out almost all the way, thrusts in hard, his hands touching him everywhere (his ass, his hips, his neck) as he goes.
“I’m going to fucking win this,” Jack breathes against the back of Alex’s neck, and Alex arches, panting.
“I’ve already come once. That’s hardly fair, is it?” he gasps, his hands slipping from the headboard and down onto the mattress, so he’s on all fours, Jack inside him and around him and that’s all he knows right now, everything else in the world has boiled down to this: him, Jack and this bed.
“No.” Jack says, punctuating the word with a sharp thrust, and Alex moans again. “But I’ve already seen you come once tonight. God, you’re fucking gorgeous when you come. I want to feel it now. Need to.” He slides in deep, pressing kisses to the back of his neck, his breath hot against Alex’s sweat covered skin.
Alex cries out and shakes underneath him and Jack knows he’s found that spot again. “Fine, fucking fine.” Alex grits out, his arms shaking. “Do it, make me come.” He says like it wasn’t inevitable anyway, his voice sounding so fucking turned on.
Jack brings his other hand to Alex’s cock, drags his fingers across it and then fists him, his thrusts pushing Alex’s hips forward into his hand.
Alex’s arms drop, so now he’s leaning on his elbows, his ass up in the air. His hands clench in the sheets and he’s shaking apart, moaning and gasping and purring and making all these sounds that would be so embarrassing anywhere else.
Jack grips at Alex’s hips, drives in hard. “Come on, Lex.” He says, his voice hot and low, leaning forward so they’re pressed back to chest again, his cock in hard and deep, pressed right up against his prostate. “Fucking come for me.”
Alex moans, his fingers twisting the sheets so tightly between his fingers there’s a chance they’ll rip. He comes with a litany ah, ah, ah’s, pulsing in Jack’s hand and hard enough that his vision whites out for a few moments.
Jack manages to last for a few more thrusts, but Alex gets impossibly tighter as he comes and Jack moans, Alex’s name falling from his lips as he thrusts once more, coming deep inside him, his hips rocking through his orgasm.
Alex finally collapses to the bed, and it’s a little gross because the sheets are stained and wet with his cum, and there is no way he is sleeping there tonight. He’s going to have to remember to apologize to room cleaning or something.
Jack pulls out carefully, kissing the back of Alex’s shoulder when he hisses a little, and he feels so empty. He disappears for a few moments, and Alex is seriously close to passing out when he feels arms around him again, pulling him up into a sitting position and Jack is wiping him down with a warm wash cloth and then tossing it to the floor.
“C’mere,” he murmurs, and Alex gets up, and he’s tired but so good. He feels completely blissed out. Jack pulls back the covers on the bed that he claimed, and Alex slides into the clean sheets gratefully, Jack following suite.
He tilts Alex’s face up and presses their lips together, nothing like the kisses from before. This one is soft and slow, there’s nothing rushed or frenzied about it, it’s leading nowhere and they can just kiss like that for as long as they like. They fall asleep, Jack’s arms around Alex’s waist and their legs tangled together.
Alex knows that when he wakes up, Jack will still be there.