I have a thing for tight spaces.
Title: I have a thing for tight spaces.
Author: Amanda, who goes by the alias apodiopsys
Pairing: Jalex and Jegan
Rating: NC-17 4ever
Summary: Unlike claustrophobia, claustrophilia is when you are sexually aroused by being in an enclosed space.
Disclaimer: The boys are mine, the plane is mine, Megan is mine. Wooo~
A/N: Megan asked me to write this for her. Obvsly I did. Not too sure on how gr8 it is but there you go. There's porn at least, so that should make everything better. Also, if you can figure out what song I played on for the title i'll give you cookies for the rest of your life. Not really but still.
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The first time it happens, Jack is fifteen. At this point in time, he hasn’t yet realized that he likes cock way more than he likes pussy, so he has a girlfriend. Her name is Megan, she’s way cute and they actually stay really good friends even after junior high and highschool.
They’re at a party though, and there’s a lot of cheap beer that someone smuggled in, and everyone is at least a little buzzed, and through a rigged game of Seven Minutes in Heaven, Jack and Mgan end up in a fucking tiny closet barely big enough for the cleaning products and brooms, let alone two fifteen year olds with raging hormones.
It’s strange though, because there’s something about the close proximity of everything, how it feels like that walls are closing in on him that turns him on more than Megan was doing, and he comes with just a few strokes to his dick.
The whole ordeal leaves him a little weirded out.
He and Megan break up a few weeks later after a new boy with big eyebrows transfers in from private school. About six months after that, Jack is telling Baltimore that he’s gay and here to stay.
He’s seventeen when he finds out there’s a word for what happens to him when he’s riding in an elevator going three floors up a building and he’s turned on enough to have a visible hard on. He’s just googling shit, and one link leads to another, until he’s at a page that says:
Unlike claustrophobia, claustrophilia is when you are sexually aroused by being in an enclosed space.
Claustrophilia, okay.
It’s a relief to know that he isn’t the only person who’s turned on by a ride in an elevator and small bathrooms and those revolving doors in the mall that take like an hour to go around.
Alex is also seventeen when he finds out about Jack’s kink. They’ve been friends for years now, they’re in a
band, they’re playing shows in fucking New York, and one day, they’re gonna be famous.
The funny thing about claustrophilia is that it’s not-surprisingly easy to pass off as claustrophobia.
So when Jack and Alex get stuck in an elevator on their way back up to the hotel room they’re sharing with Zack and Rian, Alex’s first thought is to keep Jack calm, so he sits them both down against the back wall, pressed close together and petting his hair and touching his arm because Jack has always responded well to touch before.
Jack’s first thought is fuck, and he’s trying hard not to jump Alex, because even though they’ve been messing around with each other since they met, it’d be a little weird if he just jumped him in the elevator.
He’s already turned on by the fact that he’s stuck in a box that’s a little bigger than one yard wide by one yard long, and Alex pressed up against him and touching and murmuring just isn’t helping.
The fact that the repairman they spoke to minutes before via the little telephone things said that they could be stuck in there for up to two hours does not help Jack’s situation one fucking bit.
Jack hates himself the whole time he’s kissing Alex desperately, climbing into his lap and rocking their hips frantically together until he comes, and it’s just enough to take the edge off, enough that he can explain his problem to Alex, who takes it incredibly well and gives him a blowjob, all before the elevator starts moving again.
So the fact that his little problem can be dressed up to look like claustrophobia is A+ because no one questions it when he starts getting (more) twitchy and fidgety when they’ve been in the van for too long.
It’s a blessing when All Time Low is big enough to upgrade from the van to a real tourbus, because then there’s more space and Jack can move around pretty much freely and his claustrophilia doesn’t really show up as much anymore.
Alex and Jack are pretty much a thing now, have been since they were eighteen. Most of the crew just refer to them as Jalex, since it’s easier to say and everyone knows who they’re talking about anyway.
So the fact that Alex and Jack are pretty much an official couple means they’re having sex (lots and lots and lots of sex) and that means that when Jack does end up with one of his little problems it automatically becomes Alex’s little problem too, and he’s actually gotten really good at solving them.
Then all of a sudden, All Time Low are big enough that they can tour in Europe and Asia.
That’s great and everything, it really is, except they can’t drive in a bus to Europe or Asia, unless someone builds one mother fucker of a bridge.
They had a system, for when they needed to fly across the States. When they were flying across the states, they were never in a plane for more then 4, maybe 5 hours, and that was okay, Jack could sit through that, Alex just needed to make sure to get Jack off at least once before they get on the plane, and as soon as possible when they get off.
And their system works, it fucking does, Matt just needs to make sure that Jalex is sitting together because Alex can keep Jack calm like no one else can (he can also get him worked up like no one else can but that is something else on an entirely different level).
So when All Time Low are going to Europe for the first time, Alex has sex with Jack right after they wake up, an hour after breakfast, and gives him a blowjob after they have Subway for lunch.
He gives him another blowjob thirty minutes before they get on the plane, and he thinks there is no way in hell Jack could possibly get hard again for at least twelve hours.
Five hours into the plane ride, with four hours left, Alex is sleeping, his head leaning on Jack’s shoulder, and Jack can’t fucking sit still. His leg is bouncing and he keeps turning his head, looking out the window, watching the inflight movie, checking his phone to see how long until it’ll all be over and Alex can get him off again.
He’s half hard in his pants, and it’s slowly getting worse. He’s hot all over, and Alex breathing on his neck isn’t doing anyone any good.
Twenty minutes later, and Jack is so high strung he feels like someone just teased him with hands and lips and touches and them just left him there, about to fall off the edge of a fucking cliff of orgasms.
Alex sighs in his sleep, and his breath ghosts out over Jack’s neck, and he can’t fucking help it, he’s hard and Alex is breathing on his neck and he moans, softly, he hopes, but loud enough to apparently wake a sleeping Alex Gaskarth up.
“What?” He asks blearily, blinking and trying to focus his eyes. He takes one look at Jack, moves his hand and cups the front of Jack’s pants and Jack moans, and Alex knows, and he’s trying to figure out what to do because there is no way he can get Jack off for another three hours without it being illegal.
Jack makes a soft helpless noise, and he’s sorry, he really is, but he can’t help it, it isn’t his fault. Alex hasn’t moved his hand, and Jack can’t help this either, can’t help but press his hips up into Alex’s hand and stifle another moan.
Alex makes a decision in a split second, taking Jack’s hand and tugging him down the aisle. Most people were sleeping like Alex was, so no one really notices when the two men crowd into one of the bathrooms, sliding the lock on the door so it’s the color on the other side of the door is red.
Jack pushes Alex against the wall, kissing him deeply and sliding his thigh in between Alex’s so he can rut against his hip and make quiet desperate noises. Alex swallows Jack’s noises, trying to keep him quiet because if they get caught they are so fucked it isn’t even funny. And that wasn’t even mentioning how pissed off Matt would be.
Jack slides his hands down Alex’s sides and to his ass, squeezing lightly before hoisting him up so he’s sitting on the sink. He licks into Alex’s mouth, pushing his legs apart so he’s standing in between them, pulling back for a split second to pull Alex’s t-shirt over his head and toss it to the floor behind him. Alex slides his hands up the back of Jack’s shirt, his nails scratching lightly at his skin and Jack whines softly, his hands undoing Alex‘s pants and pulling them and his boxers down to his knees in one swift motion.
He pushes two fingers into Alex’s mouth, his eyes a shade darker than usual as he watches him practically give his fingers a blowjob, licking between them and coating them liberally with spit. He chokes out a moan when Jack pushes both fingers into his ass on the first go, scissoring his fingers to stretch him.
Apparently, that’s all he’s going to get because Jack is fucking desperate, needs fucking needs to get off or he might kill someone and he’s shoving his pants down.
Alex doesn’t get much warning, just Jack pressing the tip of his cock bluntly against his entrance and then pushing in, Alex biting down on Jack’s neck to stop the noise he wants to make.
They’ve had sex hundreds (thousands) of times in the seven years they’ve known each other, and they’ve had it in a huge variety of places - Jack’s parents living room, Alex’s parents kitchen, the Janitors closet in the school, the backseat of the van they used to tour in, the bathroom at McDonalds, the back lounge in the bus, Alex’s apartment. But this is the first time they’ve had sex while thousands of feet in the air, which is actually illegal. It made it that much more intense, that much better.
Jack thrusts hard, just over that line of rough, and Alex moans, his teeth biting into Jack’s neck.
Then all of a sudden, someone’s knocking the door and the whole world stands still for a second.
“Excuse me? Is everything okay in here?” A female voice asks, and Alex almost chokes on his tongue because Jack’s cock is inside him and Jack’s hips are twitching, trying hard not to move because if he does, Alex isn’t going to be able to stop himself from making a noise and they will be so fucking caught.
“My boyfriend isn’t feeling well. He gets motion sickness.” Alex lies through his teeth, jaw clenched and he’s trying hard not to shift his hips back, trying not to fuck himself on Jack’s dick.
“Ah. Okay.” The voice sounds uncertain, and she knows, Alex is sure, and Jack’s hips push forward, just a little bit but Alex whimpers, biting his tongue so hard he tastes blood.
They stand as still as possible for about a minute afterwards, until they’re sure she’s walked away, and Alex prays to anyone listening that she isn’t going to get some superior or something, before Jack knocks the shot out of his head with his cock, thrusting deep inside and just barely brushing past his prostate.
Things jump into hyperspeed after that, and Jack thrusts hard, his hips snapping against the back of Alex’s thighs and probably leaving bruises, but Alex doesn’t care and neither does Jack because this is so hot, they’re thousands of feet in the air and they’re probably gonna get caught. It’s like watching porn and jerking off when your parents are in the room right next door; the fact that you might get caught makes it that much more exciting, that much better.
Jack doesn’t give any warning before he comes, with a low groan and a string of swear words, and Alex isn’t surprised because he’s been on edge for fucking hours it feels like, been so close to coming before they even got into the bathroom in the first place.
He thrusts shallowly through his orgasm, panting and leaning his head against Alex’s shoulder. Alex sits patiently for a whole of thirty seconds before he tugs on Jack’s hair, giving a soft whine.
Jack says, “Oh.” And pulls out of Alex, replacing his dick with his fingers, and curling his other hand around Alex’s cock. Alex moans desperately, one hand braced on the wall and the other in Jack’s hair, pulling sharply when he curls the fingers in his ass and press write against the bundle of nerves at the same time as he twists his wrist in the way he knows Alex likes, and Alex comes onto his hand, his head tipped back against the mirror.
Once Alex has come back to the world, he blinks a few times and then slides off the sink, hearing his back crack a little, and ow, that was an uncomfortable position. Jack has already fixed his clothes, and Alex pulls his pants back up, tugging his shirt over his head when Jack hands it to him.
“Thank you.” Jack says softly, kissing the corner of Alex’s mouth and tangling their fingers together. Alex nods, smiles a little and glances at his reflection in the mirror, trying to smooth his hair out a little before he unlocks the door and pulls Jack back into the aisle.
Things haven’t changed much, people are still sleeping and Alex and Jack go back to their seats pretty much unnoticed. A flight attendant stares a little at them, a strange look on her face, and Alex assumes that she’s the one who had to knock on the door. Once he’s seated and buckled in, leaning against a sleeping Jack, Matt leans forward from his seat behind them.
“If you guys got caught, I would have fucking killed both of you. I hope you know that, Gaskarth.” He says, sounding a little ticked off, but a little more amused at the same time.
“We love you too.” Alex says with a soft laugh, closing his eyes. Three more hours until they’re on solid ground again.
Author: Amanda, who goes by the alias apodiopsys
Pairing: Jalex and Jegan
Rating: NC-17 4ever
Summary: Unlike claustrophobia, claustrophilia is when you are sexually aroused by being in an enclosed space.
Disclaimer: The boys are mine, the plane is mine, Megan is mine. Wooo~
A/N: Megan asked me to write this for her. Obvsly I did. Not too sure on how gr8 it is but there you go. There's porn at least, so that should make everything better. Also, if you can figure out what song I played on for the title i'll give you cookies for the rest of your life. Not really but still.
i has a tumblr through here
people should come give my ask box love about my porns (or hate, if thats how you feel about it, i guess) or follow me or something.
The first time it happens, Jack is fifteen. At this point in time, he hasn’t yet realized that he likes cock way more than he likes pussy, so he has a girlfriend. Her name is Megan, she’s way cute and they actually stay really good friends even after junior high and highschool.
They’re at a party though, and there’s a lot of cheap beer that someone smuggled in, and everyone is at least a little buzzed, and through a rigged game of Seven Minutes in Heaven, Jack and Mgan end up in a fucking tiny closet barely big enough for the cleaning products and brooms, let alone two fifteen year olds with raging hormones.
It’s strange though, because there’s something about the close proximity of everything, how it feels like that walls are closing in on him that turns him on more than Megan was doing, and he comes with just a few strokes to his dick.
The whole ordeal leaves him a little weirded out.
He and Megan break up a few weeks later after a new boy with big eyebrows transfers in from private school. About six months after that, Jack is telling Baltimore that he’s gay and here to stay.
He’s seventeen when he finds out there’s a word for what happens to him when he’s riding in an elevator going three floors up a building and he’s turned on enough to have a visible hard on. He’s just googling shit, and one link leads to another, until he’s at a page that says:
Unlike claustrophobia, claustrophilia is when you are sexually aroused by being in an enclosed space.
Claustrophilia, okay.
It’s a relief to know that he isn’t the only person who’s turned on by a ride in an elevator and small bathrooms and those revolving doors in the mall that take like an hour to go around.
Alex is also seventeen when he finds out about Jack’s kink. They’ve been friends for years now, they’re in a
band, they’re playing shows in fucking New York, and one day, they’re gonna be famous.
The funny thing about claustrophilia is that it’s not-surprisingly easy to pass off as claustrophobia.
So when Jack and Alex get stuck in an elevator on their way back up to the hotel room they’re sharing with Zack and Rian, Alex’s first thought is to keep Jack calm, so he sits them both down against the back wall, pressed close together and petting his hair and touching his arm because Jack has always responded well to touch before.
Jack’s first thought is fuck, and he’s trying hard not to jump Alex, because even though they’ve been messing around with each other since they met, it’d be a little weird if he just jumped him in the elevator.
He’s already turned on by the fact that he’s stuck in a box that’s a little bigger than one yard wide by one yard long, and Alex pressed up against him and touching and murmuring just isn’t helping.
The fact that the repairman they spoke to minutes before via the little telephone things said that they could be stuck in there for up to two hours does not help Jack’s situation one fucking bit.
Jack hates himself the whole time he’s kissing Alex desperately, climbing into his lap and rocking their hips frantically together until he comes, and it’s just enough to take the edge off, enough that he can explain his problem to Alex, who takes it incredibly well and gives him a blowjob, all before the elevator starts moving again.
So the fact that his little problem can be dressed up to look like claustrophobia is A+ because no one questions it when he starts getting (more) twitchy and fidgety when they’ve been in the van for too long.
It’s a blessing when All Time Low is big enough to upgrade from the van to a real tourbus, because then there’s more space and Jack can move around pretty much freely and his claustrophilia doesn’t really show up as much anymore.
Alex and Jack are pretty much a thing now, have been since they were eighteen. Most of the crew just refer to them as Jalex, since it’s easier to say and everyone knows who they’re talking about anyway.
So the fact that Alex and Jack are pretty much an official couple means they’re having sex (lots and lots and lots of sex) and that means that when Jack does end up with one of his little problems it automatically becomes Alex’s little problem too, and he’s actually gotten really good at solving them.
Then all of a sudden, All Time Low are big enough that they can tour in Europe and Asia.
That’s great and everything, it really is, except they can’t drive in a bus to Europe or Asia, unless someone builds one mother fucker of a bridge.
They had a system, for when they needed to fly across the States. When they were flying across the states, they were never in a plane for more then 4, maybe 5 hours, and that was okay, Jack could sit through that, Alex just needed to make sure to get Jack off at least once before they get on the plane, and as soon as possible when they get off.
And their system works, it fucking does, Matt just needs to make sure that Jalex is sitting together because Alex can keep Jack calm like no one else can (he can also get him worked up like no one else can but that is something else on an entirely different level).
So when All Time Low are going to Europe for the first time, Alex has sex with Jack right after they wake up, an hour after breakfast, and gives him a blowjob after they have Subway for lunch.
He gives him another blowjob thirty minutes before they get on the plane, and he thinks there is no way in hell Jack could possibly get hard again for at least twelve hours.
Five hours into the plane ride, with four hours left, Alex is sleeping, his head leaning on Jack’s shoulder, and Jack can’t fucking sit still. His leg is bouncing and he keeps turning his head, looking out the window, watching the inflight movie, checking his phone to see how long until it’ll all be over and Alex can get him off again.
He’s half hard in his pants, and it’s slowly getting worse. He’s hot all over, and Alex breathing on his neck isn’t doing anyone any good.
Twenty minutes later, and Jack is so high strung he feels like someone just teased him with hands and lips and touches and them just left him there, about to fall off the edge of a fucking cliff of orgasms.
Alex sighs in his sleep, and his breath ghosts out over Jack’s neck, and he can’t fucking help it, he’s hard and Alex is breathing on his neck and he moans, softly, he hopes, but loud enough to apparently wake a sleeping Alex Gaskarth up.
“What?” He asks blearily, blinking and trying to focus his eyes. He takes one look at Jack, moves his hand and cups the front of Jack’s pants and Jack moans, and Alex knows, and he’s trying to figure out what to do because there is no way he can get Jack off for another three hours without it being illegal.
Jack makes a soft helpless noise, and he’s sorry, he really is, but he can’t help it, it isn’t his fault. Alex hasn’t moved his hand, and Jack can’t help this either, can’t help but press his hips up into Alex’s hand and stifle another moan.
Alex makes a decision in a split second, taking Jack’s hand and tugging him down the aisle. Most people were sleeping like Alex was, so no one really notices when the two men crowd into one of the bathrooms, sliding the lock on the door so it’s the color on the other side of the door is red.
Jack pushes Alex against the wall, kissing him deeply and sliding his thigh in between Alex’s so he can rut against his hip and make quiet desperate noises. Alex swallows Jack’s noises, trying to keep him quiet because if they get caught they are so fucked it isn’t even funny. And that wasn’t even mentioning how pissed off Matt would be.
Jack slides his hands down Alex’s sides and to his ass, squeezing lightly before hoisting him up so he’s sitting on the sink. He licks into Alex’s mouth, pushing his legs apart so he’s standing in between them, pulling back for a split second to pull Alex’s t-shirt over his head and toss it to the floor behind him. Alex slides his hands up the back of Jack’s shirt, his nails scratching lightly at his skin and Jack whines softly, his hands undoing Alex‘s pants and pulling them and his boxers down to his knees in one swift motion.
He pushes two fingers into Alex’s mouth, his eyes a shade darker than usual as he watches him practically give his fingers a blowjob, licking between them and coating them liberally with spit. He chokes out a moan when Jack pushes both fingers into his ass on the first go, scissoring his fingers to stretch him.
Apparently, that’s all he’s going to get because Jack is fucking desperate, needs fucking needs to get off or he might kill someone and he’s shoving his pants down.
Alex doesn’t get much warning, just Jack pressing the tip of his cock bluntly against his entrance and then pushing in, Alex biting down on Jack’s neck to stop the noise he wants to make.
They’ve had sex hundreds (thousands) of times in the seven years they’ve known each other, and they’ve had it in a huge variety of places - Jack’s parents living room, Alex’s parents kitchen, the Janitors closet in the school, the backseat of the van they used to tour in, the bathroom at McDonalds, the back lounge in the bus, Alex’s apartment. But this is the first time they’ve had sex while thousands of feet in the air, which is actually illegal. It made it that much more intense, that much better.
Jack thrusts hard, just over that line of rough, and Alex moans, his teeth biting into Jack’s neck.
Then all of a sudden, someone’s knocking the door and the whole world stands still for a second.
“Excuse me? Is everything okay in here?” A female voice asks, and Alex almost chokes on his tongue because Jack’s cock is inside him and Jack’s hips are twitching, trying hard not to move because if he does, Alex isn’t going to be able to stop himself from making a noise and they will be so fucking caught.
“My boyfriend isn’t feeling well. He gets motion sickness.” Alex lies through his teeth, jaw clenched and he’s trying hard not to shift his hips back, trying not to fuck himself on Jack’s dick.
“Ah. Okay.” The voice sounds uncertain, and she knows, Alex is sure, and Jack’s hips push forward, just a little bit but Alex whimpers, biting his tongue so hard he tastes blood.
They stand as still as possible for about a minute afterwards, until they’re sure she’s walked away, and Alex prays to anyone listening that she isn’t going to get some superior or something, before Jack knocks the shot out of his head with his cock, thrusting deep inside and just barely brushing past his prostate.
Things jump into hyperspeed after that, and Jack thrusts hard, his hips snapping against the back of Alex’s thighs and probably leaving bruises, but Alex doesn’t care and neither does Jack because this is so hot, they’re thousands of feet in the air and they’re probably gonna get caught. It’s like watching porn and jerking off when your parents are in the room right next door; the fact that you might get caught makes it that much more exciting, that much better.
Jack doesn’t give any warning before he comes, with a low groan and a string of swear words, and Alex isn’t surprised because he’s been on edge for fucking hours it feels like, been so close to coming before they even got into the bathroom in the first place.
He thrusts shallowly through his orgasm, panting and leaning his head against Alex’s shoulder. Alex sits patiently for a whole of thirty seconds before he tugs on Jack’s hair, giving a soft whine.
Jack says, “Oh.” And pulls out of Alex, replacing his dick with his fingers, and curling his other hand around Alex’s cock. Alex moans desperately, one hand braced on the wall and the other in Jack’s hair, pulling sharply when he curls the fingers in his ass and press write against the bundle of nerves at the same time as he twists his wrist in the way he knows Alex likes, and Alex comes onto his hand, his head tipped back against the mirror.
Once Alex has come back to the world, he blinks a few times and then slides off the sink, hearing his back crack a little, and ow, that was an uncomfortable position. Jack has already fixed his clothes, and Alex pulls his pants back up, tugging his shirt over his head when Jack hands it to him.
“Thank you.” Jack says softly, kissing the corner of Alex’s mouth and tangling their fingers together. Alex nods, smiles a little and glances at his reflection in the mirror, trying to smooth his hair out a little before he unlocks the door and pulls Jack back into the aisle.
Things haven’t changed much, people are still sleeping and Alex and Jack go back to their seats pretty much unnoticed. A flight attendant stares a little at them, a strange look on her face, and Alex assumes that she’s the one who had to knock on the door. Once he’s seated and buckled in, leaning against a sleeping Jack, Matt leans forward from his seat behind them.
“If you guys got caught, I would have fucking killed both of you. I hope you know that, Gaskarth.” He says, sounding a little ticked off, but a little more amused at the same time.
“We love you too.” Alex says with a soft laugh, closing his eyes. Three more hours until they’re on solid ground again.