Enema of the State
Title: Enema of the State
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: this is porn. NC-17
Summary: “I was right though. You are a total babe in a dress.”
Disclaimer: I own this, I own the dress/garterbelt/stockings/shoes etc.
Dedications: Go to my lovely tripple wifey Jamie / syksw for drawing this picture of Alex
A/N: obviously I've kind of fucked with the space time continuum because Alex has purple hair but he just did that Blink photoshoot/interview type thing and yes. turns out i'm actually like the Doctor in disguise. but yeah that photoshoot was practically asking for this to be written. sorry if you hate me for this.
hi my tumblr is here and it likes you ok
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.
There was this one time Alex did a thing for Alternative Press Magazine. He got to dress up as the cover of Enema of the State and talk about Blink and it was really cool.
The best part was, they let him keep the outfit he wore for the photo shoot.
"Of course you can keep it," the photographer had said, giving Alex a strange look. Which, all things considered, Alex probably deserved. "It's not like we're gonna use it again."
So Alex gets to take home the dress, he takes home the box of blue elastic gloves and the red bra thing he'd been wearing too. And one way or another (he actually isn't sure how it ended up in his bag of shit to take home. Seriously) he ends up with a pair of silk white stockings and a garter belt.
Of course this is all Jack's fault. He'd said once, once, that it'd be hot to see Alex in a dress. He probably didn't even mean it, the same way that he doesn't mean that he'd bang Alex's mom over Alex any day of the week, Alex reflects in the car while he drives home.
He leaves the bag with the dress and the stockings and the bra in the trunk of his car, hidden underneath some blankets and other junk. Jack doesn't need to know about it yet, he figures.
About a week later, it's still Jack's fault when Alex cuts his leg with a razor. As he sees it, if he's going to hell for being gay and sexual acts that would probably alarm your parents and saying certain things on stage about Jack in the presence of fourteen year olds, well. He might as well do it thoroughly. So if he's going to cross dress and wear silk stockings, he might as well be smooth while doing it.
He only cuts his legs twice (once on each leg, right above the ankle. He thought he was going to bleed to death at one point) before his legs are completely smooth. He thinks the last time they were this smooth, he was like, twelve or something.
And it's not just on his legs that he's smooth, he's smooth all over because he figured, if he was doing his legs, why stop there?
Jack is downstairs, watching Zombieland or something, so Alex is fairly certain that he won't be interrupted for at least an hour. He spends at least ten minutes in front of the mirror, just touching his legs, and they are so fuckin' smooth.
It's strange.
He takes the stuff out of the bag, laying it out across his and Jack's bed, and he's a little surprised to find shoes in the bag. Seriously, how did they just sneak stockings and a garter belt and shoes and shit into the bag without Alex noticing?
Alex sits on the bed, bites his lip as he slides the garter belt up and over his hips. He slides the white lace stockings on, one by one, his hands skimming over smooth skin. The stockings hook up to the garter belt and when he stands to look in the mirror he’s reminded briefly of how the Victoria’s Secrets models wore garter belts and stockings and, okay, this was bizzare.
This was, oh.
He clips on the red bra thing he needed to wear for the photo shoot, sliding the dress over his head and looks in the mirror, the white fuck-me heels standing to the side. He’s not even sure if he wants to wear them, not even sure he can wear them and take two steps without dying.
He sits down at the foot of the bed, taking the left shoe and putting it on before the right, and then takes a few steps around in a circle, his arms outstretched for balance. He stops in front of the bedroom mirror, looking at himself and if he didn’t know better (which he does) he would think that it was a very hot, very flat chested girl standing in front of him.
“Hey, Jack?” Alex calls out, fitting the little nurse’s cap over his purple hair, and then putting on the blue rubber gloves. He doesn’t even know why they’re necessary, but it kind of completes the outfit, so.
“I’m down here, ‘lex.” Jack yells back around a mouthful of sandwich, not looking away from the TV screen where Tallahassee is shooting at zombies from inside the game booth.
Alex stares at his reflection for a moment, taking a few unsteady steps before he figures his shit out and works it like some Victoria’s Secret Angel.
“Oh Jack?” Alex says, standing just to the side of the TV, a coy expression on his face. “It’s time for your check up.”
Jack tears his eyes away from the screen, looks Alex up and down and then chokes on his sandwich.
“You - I - what?” Jack chokes, and dear lord, Alex is wearing fucking stockings and fucking high heels. And, just.
Fuck.
Alex starts doubting everything he’s doing again - what if Jack was kidding what if Jack thinks he looks ridiculous what if Jack doesn’t like this what if what if what if.
The bulge that’s forming in Jack’s pants would beg to differ with Alex’s what if’s.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Alex.” Jack says, and drops the sandwich he was eating on the floor, and he doesn’t even care that he’s going to have to vacuum the crumbs up later because Alex is wearing a dress for him.
He stands up and takes two long steps towards his boyfriend, his hands resting hot and heavy on Alex’s hips. “Do you have any idea what you look like right now?” Jack breathes, mouthing at his jawline, his tongue tracing aimless shapes across the skin.
Alex shakes his head, his hands clinging lightly to Jack’s biceps.
“You look like, a fuckin’… pornstar or something.” He continues, his one hand sliding up and then down his side, to the top of his thigh where, his hand resting just at the top of the stocking, on bare skin. He inhales sharply, his eyes snapping to Alex’s face, and Alex looks really fucking sexy, and also a little bit worried at the same time.
His thumb slides across the skin, and Alex’s breath hitches. “Is it - is it all like this?” Jack asks, his voice about an octave lower than it usually is, and he looks up at Alex, eyes dark and wanting.
Apparently, Alex is taller than Jack in fuck-me heels.
“Yeah. Everywhere,” Alex purrs, and before he realizes what’s happening, Jack lifts him up, his hands warm and big on the back of his thighs, brings Alex’s legs to wraps around his hips and Alex loses the fuck-me heels in the process.
Jack stumbles a little in the process of going up the stairs while he’s attacking Alex’s neck with his lips and teeth, but they make it to the bedroom without anyone dying. He drops Alex onto their king size bed, which they really don’t actually need since most of the time they end up spooning on Alex’s side, but it’s nice to be able to have sex on something without worrying about falling off or out like they do with the bunks.
He crawls on top of him, and sometime in the process of putting Alex down and getting on the bed he managed to get naked. Fucker. He grinds their hips lightly together and Alex moans, tipping his head back, the nurses hat thing falling out of his hair and onto the bed spread next to them. Jack’s left hand slides up Alex’s leg from his calf, the silk catching in places on the callouses on the tips of his fingers from playing the guitar.
Alex lets out a breathy moan, images filling his head of Jack fucking him while he was wearing the stockings, riding Jack while he was still wearing the dress, fuck. This is easily one of the best ideas he has ever had, ever.
Jack slides his hand further up his leg, up under the dress and his heart just about fucking stops when he realizes that Alex is wearing, like, nothing under the dress. He knows that Alex has a tendency to go commando in his jeans when they run out of clean boxers on tour, but somehow this is very different to that, he’s not wearing anything under a dress and that is like, slutty cubed, or something.
“Fucking, Alexander.” Jack mutters, purposely skimming his hand to the side of Alex’s dick, which is hard and leaking onto the front of the dress, but whatever, that can be dry cleaned. His hand touches at the lace garter belt on Alex’s hips and he groans, leaning forward and sliding his tongue into Alex’s mouth, hot and wet and needy.
Alex usually doesn’t like his whole name, thinks Alexander sounds really posh and, well, posh, but coming out of Jack’s mouth like that it sounds really hot, fuckin’ sexual or something.
Jack balances himself on his arms, hands resting on the mattress on either side of Alex's head. He looks down at his boyfriend, dress ridden up past his hips and he can see the garter belt, he can see the clips from the stockings and miles of fucking smooth skin, he can see Alex panting, lips kiss swollen and purple hair already more of a mess than it usually is.
"Fuckin', Alex." Jack mutters, and leans down to kiss him again, balancing using one hand as the other slid down to the bottom of the dress and then up again. His fingers touch at the material of the red bra-camisole thing, dipping under and pressing against his nipple. He pinches it between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it between his finger pads and Alex arches up into his touch, moaning wantonly because fuck, that feels fucking good.
He pushes the dress up, getting it off Alex and then he just kind of freezes, staring down at his boyfriend. Jack runs his hands up Alex’s chest, which just like his legs, is completely smooth, and it’s like he’s fascinated by that or something, just touching and feeling.
It’s not even like Alex has a problem with just touching after, but he kind of wants to be just touching other things, maybe eventually getting to the fucking.
“God, you’re so - “ Jack shakes his head, trailing off as he presses kisses and bites into Alex’s neck as he makes his way down his body, mapping out the smooth skin with lips and teeth and tongue. Alex threads his fingers into Jack’s hair, tipping his head back against the pillows, unable to stop the soft moans and oh!’s that are coming out of his mouth.
Jack looks up at Alex from under his eyelashes, his breath fanning out over the tip of his cock before his tongue snakes out and licks at the pre-come gathering there. Alex’s hip buck up, wanting some sort of friction maybe like Jack’s mouth or Jack’s hand or something, anything.
He looks down, and Jack has three fingers in his mouth and Alex is pissed off for about thirty seconds because seriously why is he sucking on his own fingers when he could be sucking Alex’s dick? But then Jack is pressing both fingers inside of him and he lets out this sigh moan thing, rocking back against Jack’s hand because he can take two fingers without any trouble, he could probably take Jack’s cock but it’d be a bit of a stretch.
Jack adds the third finger quickly, biting at Alex hip bones which are showing just over the garter belt.
“Jack, Jack, I’m good, I’m good,” Alex pants, biting his lip and writhing against the sheets. Jack pulls his fingers out, wiping them against the sheet and stretching up, pushing stuff around in the drawer in the bedside table to find lube.
Alex hears the pop of the cap opening, hears Jack groan as he slicks himself up and then running his hands up the stockings Alex is still wearing. “I can’t believe you’re - “he cuts himself off, leaning down to kiss him as he thrusts in, Alex’s moan getting lost in his mouth.
He pulls Alex’s legs so they’re wrapped around his lower back, heels digging into the soft flesh right above his ass. Its slippery smooth, silk against skin and Jack moans, rotating his hips slowly, his lips moving against Alex’s, deep and wet and intense. Alex presses his heel in hard, trying to get Jack in deeper, to thrust harder, to fucking move.
Jack finally, finally, finally starts moving, moving his hips and his hands and his lips, kissing down his neck and biting down on his collar bone. Alex tangles one hand in his hair, his head tipped back and lips parted in a silent moan. Jack’s hand slides down his body, across his sides and back to the silk stockings, touching everywhere as he thrusts.
“Wait, wait, wait.” Alex pants, pulling tight on Jack’s hair to get his attention. Jack pauses, staring down at Alex with a confused expression. Why are they stopping, why can’t Jack just fuck him, why.
Alex does something really acrobatical that Jack didn’t realize he was bendy enough to do, and all of a sudden Jack is on his back and Alex is in his lap, his hands pressed to Jack’s chest because the angle like this is fire and fucking brimstone.
“Jesus fucking Christ on a mother fucking bike,” Jack breathes, his hands moving to grip Alex’s hips as he rocks slowly against him.
“Alex - Alex is good,” Alex smirks, rocking back and forth, his hands skittering up and down Jack’s chest, flexing restlessly because he can’t sit still but he can’t move yet either. Alex makes a soft desperate noise, his legs tightening around Jack’s hips and everything that Alex does is hot, but seriously. Alex is riding him while wearing white silk stockings.
If there is a heaven, this is it, in Jack’s opinion.
Jack reaches up and pulls Alex down, far enough that he can connect theirs lips and Alex takes the kiss, shifting his hips restlessly. “You good?” Jack breathes into his mouth, unable to stop his hips from thrusting minutely up into Alex.
Alex nods, starts moving slowly because it’s always more to take when he’s on top like this. Jack bites at his bottom lip, soothing the bite with his tongue as Alex shifts off of Jack’s cock, letting gravity do its work as slides back down.
Jack’s hands shift from his hips to his thighs, his fingers brushing over the silk of the stockings, trying to stop his hips from thrusting up to meet Alex until he’s found some sort of rhythm.
“Fuck, I -“ Alex moans, leaning further forward when Jack can’t help himself anymore, thrusts up to meet Alex as he comes down. They kiss, wet and messy until their rhythms are perfectly matched, like they are on a good day when they’re on stage or something, Alex shifting back and Jack thrusting up.
“You’re so,” Jack groans, his hands gripping Alex’s thighs and then moving up to hold his hips so he has a little more control as he thrusts up. Alex moans, his mouth wet and open as he practically bounces in Jack’s lap, his nails biting into Jack’s chest. Alex leans forward further, connecting their lips again as Jack thrusts up and this angle is different again, and his cock presses against his prostate and there, oh fuck.
“There, yes, yes, please.” Alex moans into his mouth, and Jack meets his eyes, and then flips them over again, getting Alex’s legs up over his shoulders and he can’t help it, he turns his head to the sides and presses kisses to the inside of his silk covered thighs. “Please.” Alex moans again, and he’s whimpering now; mewling Jack’s name and curse words and vowels mixed with consonants. Jack brings his hand down, wrapping it around Alex’s cock and Alex bites his lip and moans, comes over his stomach and Jack’s chest and his hand.
He managed to keep the stockings clean.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Jack pants, thrusting in once, twice, three more times before going still and coming too, sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine and out through his fingertips and toes. He collapses on Alex a second later, pressing his face into his neck and inhaling the scent of sexsweatcum that’s going to be imprinted in their skin until they decide to shower.
Alex whines softly, pushes at Jack’s shoulders and Jack grunts, shifting back and pulling out of him, pressing a kiss to his lips. Alex stretches his legs out and sits up, unclipping the clip things from the garter belt.
“Why’d you wear the belt when the socks stay up themselves?” Jack asks curiously, sliding his finger between the elastic at the top of the sock and Alex’s skin. Alex shrugs a little, pushing them down, and it’s weird when his hands touch his skin because it’s so smooth, it’s like touching girl legs or something.
“It looked hot.” Alex grinned, taking the garter belt off as well, and he drops it all to the floor, pushing Jack down onto the bed and then lying next to him, his leg hitched up over Jack’s hip. Jack pulls the covers over them, nosing at Alex’s purple hair and he laughs, running his hand up and down Alex’s calf.
“It’s so smooth.” He muses, and Alex laughs, soft and tired and sated, biting light at Jack’s shoulder.
“If I was gonna dress like a girl I couldn’t exactly have man legs, could I?” Alex points out, and Jack sees his point, nods, and kisses him again.
“I was right though. You are a total babe in a dress.”
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: this is porn. NC-17
Summary: “I was right though. You are a total babe in a dress.”
Disclaimer: I own this, I own the dress/garterbelt/stockings/shoes etc.
Dedications: Go to my lovely tripple wifey Jamie / syksw for drawing this picture of Alex
A/N: obviously I've kind of fucked with the space time continuum because Alex has purple hair but he just did that Blink photoshoot/interview type thing and yes. turns out i'm actually like the Doctor in disguise. but yeah that photoshoot was practically asking for this to be written. sorry if you hate me for this.
hi my tumblr is here and it likes you ok
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.
There was this one time Alex did a thing for Alternative Press Magazine. He got to dress up as the cover of Enema of the State and talk about Blink and it was really cool.
The best part was, they let him keep the outfit he wore for the photo shoot.
"Of course you can keep it," the photographer had said, giving Alex a strange look. Which, all things considered, Alex probably deserved. "It's not like we're gonna use it again."
So Alex gets to take home the dress, he takes home the box of blue elastic gloves and the red bra thing he'd been wearing too. And one way or another (he actually isn't sure how it ended up in his bag of shit to take home. Seriously) he ends up with a pair of silk white stockings and a garter belt.
Of course this is all Jack's fault. He'd said once, once, that it'd be hot to see Alex in a dress. He probably didn't even mean it, the same way that he doesn't mean that he'd bang Alex's mom over Alex any day of the week, Alex reflects in the car while he drives home.
He leaves the bag with the dress and the stockings and the bra in the trunk of his car, hidden underneath some blankets and other junk. Jack doesn't need to know about it yet, he figures.
About a week later, it's still Jack's fault when Alex cuts his leg with a razor. As he sees it, if he's going to hell for being gay and sexual acts that would probably alarm your parents and saying certain things on stage about Jack in the presence of fourteen year olds, well. He might as well do it thoroughly. So if he's going to cross dress and wear silk stockings, he might as well be smooth while doing it.
He only cuts his legs twice (once on each leg, right above the ankle. He thought he was going to bleed to death at one point) before his legs are completely smooth. He thinks the last time they were this smooth, he was like, twelve or something.
And it's not just on his legs that he's smooth, he's smooth all over because he figured, if he was doing his legs, why stop there?
Jack is downstairs, watching Zombieland or something, so Alex is fairly certain that he won't be interrupted for at least an hour. He spends at least ten minutes in front of the mirror, just touching his legs, and they are so fuckin' smooth.
It's strange.
He takes the stuff out of the bag, laying it out across his and Jack's bed, and he's a little surprised to find shoes in the bag. Seriously, how did they just sneak stockings and a garter belt and shoes and shit into the bag without Alex noticing?
Alex sits on the bed, bites his lip as he slides the garter belt up and over his hips. He slides the white lace stockings on, one by one, his hands skimming over smooth skin. The stockings hook up to the garter belt and when he stands to look in the mirror he’s reminded briefly of how the Victoria’s Secrets models wore garter belts and stockings and, okay, this was bizzare.
This was, oh.
He clips on the red bra thing he needed to wear for the photo shoot, sliding the dress over his head and looks in the mirror, the white fuck-me heels standing to the side. He’s not even sure if he wants to wear them, not even sure he can wear them and take two steps without dying.
He sits down at the foot of the bed, taking the left shoe and putting it on before the right, and then takes a few steps around in a circle, his arms outstretched for balance. He stops in front of the bedroom mirror, looking at himself and if he didn’t know better (which he does) he would think that it was a very hot, very flat chested girl standing in front of him.
“Hey, Jack?” Alex calls out, fitting the little nurse’s cap over his purple hair, and then putting on the blue rubber gloves. He doesn’t even know why they’re necessary, but it kind of completes the outfit, so.
“I’m down here, ‘lex.” Jack yells back around a mouthful of sandwich, not looking away from the TV screen where Tallahassee is shooting at zombies from inside the game booth.
Alex stares at his reflection for a moment, taking a few unsteady steps before he figures his shit out and works it like some Victoria’s Secret Angel.
“Oh Jack?” Alex says, standing just to the side of the TV, a coy expression on his face. “It’s time for your check up.”
Jack tears his eyes away from the screen, looks Alex up and down and then chokes on his sandwich.
“You - I - what?” Jack chokes, and dear lord, Alex is wearing fucking stockings and fucking high heels. And, just.
Fuck.
Alex starts doubting everything he’s doing again - what if Jack was kidding what if Jack thinks he looks ridiculous what if Jack doesn’t like this what if what if what if.
The bulge that’s forming in Jack’s pants would beg to differ with Alex’s what if’s.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Alex.” Jack says, and drops the sandwich he was eating on the floor, and he doesn’t even care that he’s going to have to vacuum the crumbs up later because Alex is wearing a dress for him.
He stands up and takes two long steps towards his boyfriend, his hands resting hot and heavy on Alex’s hips. “Do you have any idea what you look like right now?” Jack breathes, mouthing at his jawline, his tongue tracing aimless shapes across the skin.
Alex shakes his head, his hands clinging lightly to Jack’s biceps.
“You look like, a fuckin’… pornstar or something.” He continues, his one hand sliding up and then down his side, to the top of his thigh where, his hand resting just at the top of the stocking, on bare skin. He inhales sharply, his eyes snapping to Alex’s face, and Alex looks really fucking sexy, and also a little bit worried at the same time.
His thumb slides across the skin, and Alex’s breath hitches. “Is it - is it all like this?” Jack asks, his voice about an octave lower than it usually is, and he looks up at Alex, eyes dark and wanting.
Apparently, Alex is taller than Jack in fuck-me heels.
“Yeah. Everywhere,” Alex purrs, and before he realizes what’s happening, Jack lifts him up, his hands warm and big on the back of his thighs, brings Alex’s legs to wraps around his hips and Alex loses the fuck-me heels in the process.
Jack stumbles a little in the process of going up the stairs while he’s attacking Alex’s neck with his lips and teeth, but they make it to the bedroom without anyone dying. He drops Alex onto their king size bed, which they really don’t actually need since most of the time they end up spooning on Alex’s side, but it’s nice to be able to have sex on something without worrying about falling off or out like they do with the bunks.
He crawls on top of him, and sometime in the process of putting Alex down and getting on the bed he managed to get naked. Fucker. He grinds their hips lightly together and Alex moans, tipping his head back, the nurses hat thing falling out of his hair and onto the bed spread next to them. Jack’s left hand slides up Alex’s leg from his calf, the silk catching in places on the callouses on the tips of his fingers from playing the guitar.
Alex lets out a breathy moan, images filling his head of Jack fucking him while he was wearing the stockings, riding Jack while he was still wearing the dress, fuck. This is easily one of the best ideas he has ever had, ever.
Jack slides his hand further up his leg, up under the dress and his heart just about fucking stops when he realizes that Alex is wearing, like, nothing under the dress. He knows that Alex has a tendency to go commando in his jeans when they run out of clean boxers on tour, but somehow this is very different to that, he’s not wearing anything under a dress and that is like, slutty cubed, or something.
“Fucking, Alexander.” Jack mutters, purposely skimming his hand to the side of Alex’s dick, which is hard and leaking onto the front of the dress, but whatever, that can be dry cleaned. His hand touches at the lace garter belt on Alex’s hips and he groans, leaning forward and sliding his tongue into Alex’s mouth, hot and wet and needy.
Alex usually doesn’t like his whole name, thinks Alexander sounds really posh and, well, posh, but coming out of Jack’s mouth like that it sounds really hot, fuckin’ sexual or something.
Jack balances himself on his arms, hands resting on the mattress on either side of Alex's head. He looks down at his boyfriend, dress ridden up past his hips and he can see the garter belt, he can see the clips from the stockings and miles of fucking smooth skin, he can see Alex panting, lips kiss swollen and purple hair already more of a mess than it usually is.
"Fuckin', Alex." Jack mutters, and leans down to kiss him again, balancing using one hand as the other slid down to the bottom of the dress and then up again. His fingers touch at the material of the red bra-camisole thing, dipping under and pressing against his nipple. He pinches it between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it between his finger pads and Alex arches up into his touch, moaning wantonly because fuck, that feels fucking good.
He pushes the dress up, getting it off Alex and then he just kind of freezes, staring down at his boyfriend. Jack runs his hands up Alex’s chest, which just like his legs, is completely smooth, and it’s like he’s fascinated by that or something, just touching and feeling.
It’s not even like Alex has a problem with just touching after, but he kind of wants to be just touching other things, maybe eventually getting to the fucking.
“God, you’re so - “ Jack shakes his head, trailing off as he presses kisses and bites into Alex’s neck as he makes his way down his body, mapping out the smooth skin with lips and teeth and tongue. Alex threads his fingers into Jack’s hair, tipping his head back against the pillows, unable to stop the soft moans and oh!’s that are coming out of his mouth.
Jack looks up at Alex from under his eyelashes, his breath fanning out over the tip of his cock before his tongue snakes out and licks at the pre-come gathering there. Alex’s hip buck up, wanting some sort of friction maybe like Jack’s mouth or Jack’s hand or something, anything.
He looks down, and Jack has three fingers in his mouth and Alex is pissed off for about thirty seconds because seriously why is he sucking on his own fingers when he could be sucking Alex’s dick? But then Jack is pressing both fingers inside of him and he lets out this sigh moan thing, rocking back against Jack’s hand because he can take two fingers without any trouble, he could probably take Jack’s cock but it’d be a bit of a stretch.
Jack adds the third finger quickly, biting at Alex hip bones which are showing just over the garter belt.
“Jack, Jack, I’m good, I’m good,” Alex pants, biting his lip and writhing against the sheets. Jack pulls his fingers out, wiping them against the sheet and stretching up, pushing stuff around in the drawer in the bedside table to find lube.
Alex hears the pop of the cap opening, hears Jack groan as he slicks himself up and then running his hands up the stockings Alex is still wearing. “I can’t believe you’re - “he cuts himself off, leaning down to kiss him as he thrusts in, Alex’s moan getting lost in his mouth.
He pulls Alex’s legs so they’re wrapped around his lower back, heels digging into the soft flesh right above his ass. Its slippery smooth, silk against skin and Jack moans, rotating his hips slowly, his lips moving against Alex’s, deep and wet and intense. Alex presses his heel in hard, trying to get Jack in deeper, to thrust harder, to fucking move.
Jack finally, finally, finally starts moving, moving his hips and his hands and his lips, kissing down his neck and biting down on his collar bone. Alex tangles one hand in his hair, his head tipped back and lips parted in a silent moan. Jack’s hand slides down his body, across his sides and back to the silk stockings, touching everywhere as he thrusts.
“Wait, wait, wait.” Alex pants, pulling tight on Jack’s hair to get his attention. Jack pauses, staring down at Alex with a confused expression. Why are they stopping, why can’t Jack just fuck him, why.
Alex does something really acrobatical that Jack didn’t realize he was bendy enough to do, and all of a sudden Jack is on his back and Alex is in his lap, his hands pressed to Jack’s chest because the angle like this is fire and fucking brimstone.
“Jesus fucking Christ on a mother fucking bike,” Jack breathes, his hands moving to grip Alex’s hips as he rocks slowly against him.
“Alex - Alex is good,” Alex smirks, rocking back and forth, his hands skittering up and down Jack’s chest, flexing restlessly because he can’t sit still but he can’t move yet either. Alex makes a soft desperate noise, his legs tightening around Jack’s hips and everything that Alex does is hot, but seriously. Alex is riding him while wearing white silk stockings.
If there is a heaven, this is it, in Jack’s opinion.
Jack reaches up and pulls Alex down, far enough that he can connect theirs lips and Alex takes the kiss, shifting his hips restlessly. “You good?” Jack breathes into his mouth, unable to stop his hips from thrusting minutely up into Alex.
Alex nods, starts moving slowly because it’s always more to take when he’s on top like this. Jack bites at his bottom lip, soothing the bite with his tongue as Alex shifts off of Jack’s cock, letting gravity do its work as slides back down.
Jack’s hands shift from his hips to his thighs, his fingers brushing over the silk of the stockings, trying to stop his hips from thrusting up to meet Alex until he’s found some sort of rhythm.
“Fuck, I -“ Alex moans, leaning further forward when Jack can’t help himself anymore, thrusts up to meet Alex as he comes down. They kiss, wet and messy until their rhythms are perfectly matched, like they are on a good day when they’re on stage or something, Alex shifting back and Jack thrusting up.
“You’re so,” Jack groans, his hands gripping Alex’s thighs and then moving up to hold his hips so he has a little more control as he thrusts up. Alex moans, his mouth wet and open as he practically bounces in Jack’s lap, his nails biting into Jack’s chest. Alex leans forward further, connecting their lips again as Jack thrusts up and this angle is different again, and his cock presses against his prostate and there, oh fuck.
“There, yes, yes, please.” Alex moans into his mouth, and Jack meets his eyes, and then flips them over again, getting Alex’s legs up over his shoulders and he can’t help it, he turns his head to the sides and presses kisses to the inside of his silk covered thighs. “Please.” Alex moans again, and he’s whimpering now; mewling Jack’s name and curse words and vowels mixed with consonants. Jack brings his hand down, wrapping it around Alex’s cock and Alex bites his lip and moans, comes over his stomach and Jack’s chest and his hand.
He managed to keep the stockings clean.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Jack pants, thrusting in once, twice, three more times before going still and coming too, sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine and out through his fingertips and toes. He collapses on Alex a second later, pressing his face into his neck and inhaling the scent of sexsweatcum that’s going to be imprinted in their skin until they decide to shower.
Alex whines softly, pushes at Jack’s shoulders and Jack grunts, shifting back and pulling out of him, pressing a kiss to his lips. Alex stretches his legs out and sits up, unclipping the clip things from the garter belt.
“Why’d you wear the belt when the socks stay up themselves?” Jack asks curiously, sliding his finger between the elastic at the top of the sock and Alex’s skin. Alex shrugs a little, pushing them down, and it’s weird when his hands touch his skin because it’s so smooth, it’s like touching girl legs or something.
“It looked hot.” Alex grinned, taking the garter belt off as well, and he drops it all to the floor, pushing Jack down onto the bed and then lying next to him, his leg hitched up over Jack’s hip. Jack pulls the covers over them, nosing at Alex’s purple hair and he laughs, running his hand up and down Alex’s calf.
“It’s so smooth.” He muses, and Alex laughs, soft and tired and sated, biting light at Jack’s shoulder.
“If I was gonna dress like a girl I couldn’t exactly have man legs, could I?” Alex points out, and Jack sees his point, nods, and kisses him again.
“I was right though. You are a total babe in a dress.”