Raspberry Ice Pops
Title: Raspberry Ice Pops
Author: Amanda, who goes by the alias apodiopsys
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Alex’s favorite flavor of ice pop is raspberry. They’re just perfect between sweet and tart, it’s like the greatest cold thing to eat since ever.
Disclaimer: I own everything. I bought the boys the ice pops ok. is that even what they're called. i have no idea
Dedication: This is for my lovely braintwin syksw ugh i just love her to bits and her drawings are fucking a+
A/N: So I wrote this in a little under an hour so it probably isn't quite up to par with everything else I've written. Go click the link in the summary for the pictures that I based it off of because hhhhhhhhng they are so good.
Also, I'm almost finished with something else, this isn't actually what I planned on posting today. Instead I saw those gr8 pictures so I was like forced to write this instead.
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. ohoho.
Alex’s favorite flavor of ice pop is raspberry. They’re just perfect between sweet and tart, it’s like the greatest cold thing to eat since ever.
Alex crosses his legs, just sitting on the floor, eating his ice pop. It’s fucking great. Great weather, great ice pop, great day.
Jack appears out of fucking nowhere. It’s like, one second he isn’t there, the next he is. Alex forgets about the ice pop that is so fucking great because Jack’s lips are brushing over the back of his neck, his tongue brushing light against his skin and it’s not exactly too hard to tell that Jack is horny.
“Mm, hey to you too,” Alex laughs, licking at the icy treat again. His hands are sticky where it’s melted, there are little pink spots on where it’s dripped there too, since it’s just a little bit too hot out to have a shirt on today.
Jack hums in response, his tongue flicking out and licking along the shell of Alex’s ear, sucking his earlobe into his mouth. Alex makes a soft growling noise in the back of his throat, trying to lean back against Jack, but Jack isn’t there all of a sudden and Alex swears to god sometimes that man is like Nightcrawler in X-Men. There one second, gone the next.
Then Jack is in front of him and leaning forward, and his pupils are blown completely wide and Alex is going to have to remember to ask him what’s got him worked up like this.
“Does it taste good, baby?”
Jack’s voice is almost an octave lower then it tends to be. He’s just staring at Alex, staring into his soul or something.
“Y-yeah. It’s fucking great.” Alex says, tongue darting out to lick the ice pop. Jack’s eyes follow the movement, leaning forward a little more. His lips are sticky, and he wants to lick them so they aren’t’ but he can’t make himself move, not when Jack is staring at him all intense and dark.
Instead, Alex wraps his lips around the ice pop, and it looks like he’s giving it a fucking blowjob, the whole thing just sliding in and out of his mouth, the whole thing fuck.
Jack bites his lip and licks up the side of the ice pop, his eyes locked on Alex’s. He’s not quite sure how it’s working but they’re kissing around the raspberry flavored treat. It’s melting and dripping down their chins, fucking messy and sticky and sweet. It’s so dirty.
Jack’s hand covers Alex’s where it’s holding onto the little wooden stick, and Alex’s hand as sticky and now Jack’s is too, sticky and pink.
When they move back, a little, Alex’s lips are shiny and wet, and there’s pink juice dripping down his chin. It looks like someone just fucking came on his face. Jack pushes the ice pop out of Alex’s hand and onto the floor. The blonde man makes a soft sound in protest, the noise dying in his throat when Jack leans forward and tips his face up so he can lick the raspberry flavored cum-lookalike off his chin.
Alex bites his lip, shifts so he’s half straddling his boyfriend. He slides his hand down his bare chest, to the top of the basketball shorts he’s wearing, pressing his palm to his crotch.
“Christ.” Alex breathes, slipping his hand into the shorts to wrap his fingers around his cock. “God, Jack, what have you been doing?” he asks, his hand sliding up and down, a little bit rough and just fucking right. Jack whines in response, pressing his hips up into Alex’s hand. Alex jerks him like that for a few minutes, brings him right to the edge of the cliff and then pulls him back in again, and it takes like no time at all because apparently Jack has been on edge for a while now.
Jack gasps, tips his head back and pants, “No, wait, wait. Not like this, no.” Alex gets what he’s saying, squeezes his dick and pulls his hand away.
He makes short work of their clothes, tossed carelessly away just like the ice pop. It’s probably melted all over the floor somewhere but who the fuck even cares right now. Jack shifts their bodies around, kneels and spreads his legs with Alex sitting in between, his legs draped across his thighs.
He brings his hand up to Alex’s lips since they don’t have any lube handy, and Alex sucks two into his mouth, pretty much giving them a blowjob like he was doing to the ice pop earlier.
His mouth is still sticky.
Alex licks between his fingers, making sure to coat them well. Jack pulls them out with a pop! noise, leaning forward to press their lips together as he brings his hand down to Alex’s ass, circling his fingers around his entrance.
He doesn’t bother to prep him properly like he would if they were doing this slow, in their bed, possibly with candles and music and rose petals or whatever. He just pushes two fingers inside him, scissors them a few times, managing also to brush past a small nerve that makes Alex arch his back sharply and gasp out a moan before he pulls them out again, lining his cock up.
Alex presses one hand to the floor, balancing himself as Jack pushes in, slowly until he’s up to the hilt. Alex pants, breathing raggedly. The angle is a little bit awkward but that doesn’t fucking matter, he just needs Jack to move or something, fucking please.
Jack pulls out, thrusting back in a few times slowly. He works up a short pace, trying to shift his hips a little and find his prostate because there is no fucking way he is going to last very long.
It isn’t hard to figure out he’s found it because Alex cries out, one hand flying up and tangling in his hair. “Nnh, Jack! Harder, please, fuck.” He moans, pulling at his hair and arching his hips up against Jack’s thrusts, close but not close enough. He wraps one leg around Jack’s waist, trying to pull him in deeper, his one hand still balancing himself even though he’s fucking shaking.
Jack dips his head, licking over his collarbone and biting sharply. Alex tugs at his hair again, moaning some incoherent words, going up in volume as he gets closer. Jack sucks a bruise onto the bone before looking up at Alex, his eyes dark and fueled by lust. “Come on, come for me,” he pants wet and hot into his ear. Alex whines, makes a gasping noise when Jack wraps his hand around his dick and tugs it a few times.
He moans, deep and low, coming across Jack’s hand, tightening impossibly around Jack’s cock and consequently pushing him over the edge. Jack stills and bites Alex’s shoulder, coming deep and hot inside him.
Alex moans again softly, the only thing holding him up now are Jack’s arms. Jack shifts back a little, pulling out and then kissing him gently on the lips. “Mm. Raspberries.” He murmurs, and licks Alex’s cheek.
“I’m sticky. Come shower with me.” Alex giggles, glancing down at his stomach where his cum is slowly drying. Jack laughs, standing up and pulling Alex with him.
“You just want shower sex!” he accuses, watching Alex walk away from him, glancing coyly over his shoulder.
“I have no idea what makes you think that.” He smirks, and then runs up the stairs, not waiting for Jack to follow him.
Author: Amanda, who goes by the alias apodiopsys
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Alex’s favorite flavor of ice pop is raspberry. They’re just perfect between sweet and tart, it’s like the greatest cold thing to eat since ever.
Disclaimer: I own everything. I bought the boys the ice pops ok. is that even what they're called. i have no idea
Dedication: This is for my lovely braintwin syksw ugh i just love her to bits and her drawings are fucking a+
A/N: So I wrote this in a little under an hour so it probably isn't quite up to par with everything else I've written. Go click the link in the summary for the pictures that I based it off of because hhhhhhhhng they are so good.
Also, I'm almost finished with something else, this isn't actually what I planned on posting today. Instead I saw those gr8 pictures so I was like forced to write this instead.
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. ohoho.
Alex’s favorite flavor of ice pop is raspberry. They’re just perfect between sweet and tart, it’s like the greatest cold thing to eat since ever.
Alex crosses his legs, just sitting on the floor, eating his ice pop. It’s fucking great. Great weather, great ice pop, great day.
Jack appears out of fucking nowhere. It’s like, one second he isn’t there, the next he is. Alex forgets about the ice pop that is so fucking great because Jack’s lips are brushing over the back of his neck, his tongue brushing light against his skin and it’s not exactly too hard to tell that Jack is horny.
“Mm, hey to you too,” Alex laughs, licking at the icy treat again. His hands are sticky where it’s melted, there are little pink spots on where it’s dripped there too, since it’s just a little bit too hot out to have a shirt on today.
Jack hums in response, his tongue flicking out and licking along the shell of Alex’s ear, sucking his earlobe into his mouth. Alex makes a soft growling noise in the back of his throat, trying to lean back against Jack, but Jack isn’t there all of a sudden and Alex swears to god sometimes that man is like Nightcrawler in X-Men. There one second, gone the next.
Then Jack is in front of him and leaning forward, and his pupils are blown completely wide and Alex is going to have to remember to ask him what’s got him worked up like this.
“Does it taste good, baby?”
Jack’s voice is almost an octave lower then it tends to be. He’s just staring at Alex, staring into his soul or something.
“Y-yeah. It’s fucking great.” Alex says, tongue darting out to lick the ice pop. Jack’s eyes follow the movement, leaning forward a little more. His lips are sticky, and he wants to lick them so they aren’t’ but he can’t make himself move, not when Jack is staring at him all intense and dark.
Instead, Alex wraps his lips around the ice pop, and it looks like he’s giving it a fucking blowjob, the whole thing just sliding in and out of his mouth, the whole thing fuck.
Jack bites his lip and licks up the side of the ice pop, his eyes locked on Alex’s. He’s not quite sure how it’s working but they’re kissing around the raspberry flavored treat. It’s melting and dripping down their chins, fucking messy and sticky and sweet. It’s so dirty.
Jack’s hand covers Alex’s where it’s holding onto the little wooden stick, and Alex’s hand as sticky and now Jack’s is too, sticky and pink.
When they move back, a little, Alex’s lips are shiny and wet, and there’s pink juice dripping down his chin. It looks like someone just fucking came on his face. Jack pushes the ice pop out of Alex’s hand and onto the floor. The blonde man makes a soft sound in protest, the noise dying in his throat when Jack leans forward and tips his face up so he can lick the raspberry flavored cum-lookalike off his chin.
Alex bites his lip, shifts so he’s half straddling his boyfriend. He slides his hand down his bare chest, to the top of the basketball shorts he’s wearing, pressing his palm to his crotch.
“Christ.” Alex breathes, slipping his hand into the shorts to wrap his fingers around his cock. “God, Jack, what have you been doing?” he asks, his hand sliding up and down, a little bit rough and just fucking right. Jack whines in response, pressing his hips up into Alex’s hand. Alex jerks him like that for a few minutes, brings him right to the edge of the cliff and then pulls him back in again, and it takes like no time at all because apparently Jack has been on edge for a while now.
Jack gasps, tips his head back and pants, “No, wait, wait. Not like this, no.” Alex gets what he’s saying, squeezes his dick and pulls his hand away.
He makes short work of their clothes, tossed carelessly away just like the ice pop. It’s probably melted all over the floor somewhere but who the fuck even cares right now. Jack shifts their bodies around, kneels and spreads his legs with Alex sitting in between, his legs draped across his thighs.
He brings his hand up to Alex’s lips since they don’t have any lube handy, and Alex sucks two into his mouth, pretty much giving them a blowjob like he was doing to the ice pop earlier.
His mouth is still sticky.
Alex licks between his fingers, making sure to coat them well. Jack pulls them out with a pop! noise, leaning forward to press their lips together as he brings his hand down to Alex’s ass, circling his fingers around his entrance.
He doesn’t bother to prep him properly like he would if they were doing this slow, in their bed, possibly with candles and music and rose petals or whatever. He just pushes two fingers inside him, scissors them a few times, managing also to brush past a small nerve that makes Alex arch his back sharply and gasp out a moan before he pulls them out again, lining his cock up.
Alex presses one hand to the floor, balancing himself as Jack pushes in, slowly until he’s up to the hilt. Alex pants, breathing raggedly. The angle is a little bit awkward but that doesn’t fucking matter, he just needs Jack to move or something, fucking please.
Jack pulls out, thrusting back in a few times slowly. He works up a short pace, trying to shift his hips a little and find his prostate because there is no fucking way he is going to last very long.
It isn’t hard to figure out he’s found it because Alex cries out, one hand flying up and tangling in his hair. “Nnh, Jack! Harder, please, fuck.” He moans, pulling at his hair and arching his hips up against Jack’s thrusts, close but not close enough. He wraps one leg around Jack’s waist, trying to pull him in deeper, his one hand still balancing himself even though he’s fucking shaking.
Jack dips his head, licking over his collarbone and biting sharply. Alex tugs at his hair again, moaning some incoherent words, going up in volume as he gets closer. Jack sucks a bruise onto the bone before looking up at Alex, his eyes dark and fueled by lust. “Come on, come for me,” he pants wet and hot into his ear. Alex whines, makes a gasping noise when Jack wraps his hand around his dick and tugs it a few times.
He moans, deep and low, coming across Jack’s hand, tightening impossibly around Jack’s cock and consequently pushing him over the edge. Jack stills and bites Alex’s shoulder, coming deep and hot inside him.
Alex moans again softly, the only thing holding him up now are Jack’s arms. Jack shifts back a little, pulling out and then kissing him gently on the lips. “Mm. Raspberries.” He murmurs, and licks Alex’s cheek.
“I’m sticky. Come shower with me.” Alex giggles, glancing down at his stomach where his cum is slowly drying. Jack laughs, standing up and pulling Alex with him.
“You just want shower sex!” he accuses, watching Alex walk away from him, glancing coyly over his shoulder.
“I have no idea what makes you think that.” He smirks, and then runs up the stairs, not waiting for Jack to follow him.