Hopes&Expectations [3/7]
Title: Hopes&Expectations [3/7]
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: adult xxx (NC-17 bro)
Summary: Saturday morning Alex is in the shower, washing his recently dyed hair when he spots it. They have like a million different bottles of soap and shampoo and conditioner in the shower, so it really isn't a surprise that Alex hasn't seen it before.
Disclaimer: i'll stop telling Jack to hide lube one day. i promise.
A/N: Um so this is the third part of hopes and expectations. I wasn't actually planning on writing one for a while but anons kept asking on tumblr and then Jamie drew this and this and i was inspired to write shower!sex so i figured it might as well be for this. I can't promise that i'll update it again soon but yano. also, this is the first porny jalex i've written in a while. olo~
tumblr is here, br0.
come sexually harras my message box.it's into that kind of thing~
Saturday morning Alex is in the shower, washing his recently dyed hair when he spots it. They have like a million different bottles of soap and shampoo and conditioner in the shower, so it really isn't a surprise that Alex hasn't seen it before.
It's hidden behind the L'oreal Paris color protect shampoo and conditioner set: a small tube of clear, water based lube.
Oh.
It takes Alex about point two five seconds to decide that early, Saturday morning shower sex is the perfect way to start the day, so he leans against the wall, wrapping a hand around his cock as he starts to jerk slowly, images of Jack (all rated XXX) flickering behind his eyelids.
He moans as the palm of his hand skims over the head of his dick, pace quickening. His moans get steadily louder, and one of his hands goes up into his hair, pulling at the dark purple strands.
The hand in his hair and his too-loud moans are all showy, even though Alex generally is obnoxiously loud in bed (but then, he's not alone and everything is better when he's not the one doing it to him).
"Jack." Alex moans, his head tipped back and Jack hears this (has been listening for a while actually, already half hard in his pajama pants and he hasn't even touched himself) and gets up, smirking as he opens the bathroom door and then stopping and going slack jawed as his gaze lands on his boyfriend through the clear glass shower door on the other side of the bathroom. He'd been expecting Alex to be jerking himself off, but not like this, this looks like a scene out of some shower porno he watched when he was fourteen.
"Alexander," Jack purrs, already out of his pajama pants and boxers, his shirt on the floor in the bedroom since he was clever and thought ahead. He opens the glass door and gets in under the spray of water, pulling Alex's hand away from his dick. "I think next time you want something you should just ask, hm?"
Alex bites his lips, pulls Jack towards him and closes his hand around Jack's cock, stroking him till he's completely hard. "I think next time you should hide things in very obvious places in bottles marked 'Lube here!' with neon colors," Alex says instead, ducking his head and pressing his lips to Jack's collar bone, tongue tracing the wet skin and catching drops of water.
"There'd be no point in hiding them then," Jack points out, voice breathy as he ruts up into Alex's hand.
"Exactly," Alex mutters, and Jack snorts, nudging Alex's hand away as he pushes him back against the wall, their cocks rubbing together.
"There's no - oh - fun in that," Jack moans, left hand reaching out blindly for the rack with all the bottles in it, knocking over more than a few shampoo bottles before he finally finds the small lube bottle he was looking for as he kisses Alex, running his tongue over the roof of Alex's mouth in ways that make him shudder and his toes curl.
Jack's hand curves over the back of Alex's leg, above his knee and runs up his thigh, pulling his leg up so it wraps around his waist. He coats his fingers in lube (always a little too much, because he's weird about that) and then pushes two inside of Alex, feels his leg tighten around his waist and a low moan rumble through Alex’s chest.
He scissors his fingers a few times, adds another and then curls them, searching for a certain something. It takes a few tries (it's an incredibly awkward angle Jack's working at here) but he finds it, knows that he finds it because Alex keens, black spots appearing in front of his vision. "Theretherethere," he breathes, but Jack just smirks and pulls his fingers out.
It makes Alex want to hit Jack, punch him in the dick maybe, except Jack is dripping wet and there are little rivulets of water running down his chest that Alex would quite like to lick off, and he kind of wanted Jack's dick in him five minutes ago.
Jack maneuvers his hand in between their bodies, a fresh pool of lube in the palm of his right hand and he lubes himself up, losing himself for a moment as he jerks himself and moans. He moves his hands to Alex’s hips, manhandling him until he’s facing the wall, arms braced against cool tile. He pulls Alex’s hips back, pressing the head of his cock against his entrance. Alex’s teeth embed themselves in his lower lip, biting back a whimper because Jesus fuck would Jack please just get in him already?
Alex’s fingers dig as much as they could into the tile, knuckles turning white as he whines in anticipation. He glances over his shoulder at Jack, their eyes locking as he buries himself in Alex, a low growl emitting from his throat. Alex’s ass clenches around Jack’s cock, his head dropping forward to rest against the white wall, short uhn uhn uhn noises coming out of his throat every time Jack thrusts back in.
Water falls from the showerhead, bouncing off of skin as moans bounce off the tiled walls. The room is steamy - from the hot water of the shower and it’s hard to think, hard to breathe, it’s so hot.
“Jack,” Alex moans again, panting softly as Jack thrusts evenly (in, out, in, out), and pretty much everything out of his mouth are syllables and vowels and fuck, yes, Jack, harder, deeper, more.
Jack folds himself over Alex’s back, pressed flush up against each other, skin against skin. Alex feels his lips press against his neck, biting gently and mouthing hot nothings into his ear. He’s been close to coming since a little bit before Jack came into the bathroom, thanks to deciding that jerking off was the best way to get his attention, and he just needs that push over the edge and he’ll fall off the cliff. Jack still isn’t touching his cock, his hands bracketing his hips and probably leaving the shape of his fingers on his skin, and Alex simultaneously thinks he might die of sexual frustration and that he never wants it to end.
“Jack, c’mon, fuck, just touch me god fucking dammit,” Alex curses, desperate pants and high pitched whines coming from his mouth. Jack grunts in reply, his thrusts going slightly erratic, hips pushing up into Alex’s ass as they stand under lukewarm water. “Fucking - please, Jack please,” he begs, fingers splayed out against the wall.
Alex moans deep and low when Jack finally (finally, finally) touches him, brings his hand around from his body to his cock, moving to a rhythm just off to his hips. Alex’s hips buck into his hand, his upper body falling forward until his forearms and forehead are leaning against the tile.
Jack bites his shoulder hard, hips going still as he comes, Alex tumbling after him over the edge. He slumps against the wall, and Jack pulls out slowly, kisses the bite mark (which was deep enough to draw blood and it will bruise, whoops) and then turns off the water, which is starting to run cold.
They manage to get out of the shower and dry off, sharing one giant fluffy white towel. They tumble back into the bed, Alex curling against Jack and closing his eyes. “Wake me up for lunch,” he mumbles into his shoulder, yawning. It’s about nine thirty, three hours of sleep sounds good.
“Yeah, sure.” Jack laughs, kissing the top of his dyed hair.
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: Jalex
Rating: adult xxx (NC-17 bro)
Summary: Saturday morning Alex is in the shower, washing his recently dyed hair when he spots it. They have like a million different bottles of soap and shampoo and conditioner in the shower, so it really isn't a surprise that Alex hasn't seen it before.
Disclaimer: i'll stop telling Jack to hide lube one day. i promise.
A/N: Um so this is the third part of hopes and expectations. I wasn't actually planning on writing one for a while but anons kept asking on tumblr and then Jamie drew this and this and i was inspired to write shower!sex so i figured it might as well be for this. I can't promise that i'll update it again soon but yano. also, this is the first porny jalex i've written in a while. olo~
tumblr is here, br0.
come sexually harras my message box.it's into that kind of thing~
Saturday morning Alex is in the shower, washing his recently dyed hair when he spots it. They have like a million different bottles of soap and shampoo and conditioner in the shower, so it really isn't a surprise that Alex hasn't seen it before.
It's hidden behind the L'oreal Paris color protect shampoo and conditioner set: a small tube of clear, water based lube.
Oh.
It takes Alex about point two five seconds to decide that early, Saturday morning shower sex is the perfect way to start the day, so he leans against the wall, wrapping a hand around his cock as he starts to jerk slowly, images of Jack (all rated XXX) flickering behind his eyelids.
He moans as the palm of his hand skims over the head of his dick, pace quickening. His moans get steadily louder, and one of his hands goes up into his hair, pulling at the dark purple strands.
The hand in his hair and his too-loud moans are all showy, even though Alex generally is obnoxiously loud in bed (but then, he's not alone and everything is better when he's not the one doing it to him).
"Jack." Alex moans, his head tipped back and Jack hears this (has been listening for a while actually, already half hard in his pajama pants and he hasn't even touched himself) and gets up, smirking as he opens the bathroom door and then stopping and going slack jawed as his gaze lands on his boyfriend through the clear glass shower door on the other side of the bathroom. He'd been expecting Alex to be jerking himself off, but not like this, this looks like a scene out of some shower porno he watched when he was fourteen.
"Alexander," Jack purrs, already out of his pajama pants and boxers, his shirt on the floor in the bedroom since he was clever and thought ahead. He opens the glass door and gets in under the spray of water, pulling Alex's hand away from his dick. "I think next time you want something you should just ask, hm?"
Alex bites his lips, pulls Jack towards him and closes his hand around Jack's cock, stroking him till he's completely hard. "I think next time you should hide things in very obvious places in bottles marked 'Lube here!' with neon colors," Alex says instead, ducking his head and pressing his lips to Jack's collar bone, tongue tracing the wet skin and catching drops of water.
"There'd be no point in hiding them then," Jack points out, voice breathy as he ruts up into Alex's hand.
"Exactly," Alex mutters, and Jack snorts, nudging Alex's hand away as he pushes him back against the wall, their cocks rubbing together.
"There's no - oh - fun in that," Jack moans, left hand reaching out blindly for the rack with all the bottles in it, knocking over more than a few shampoo bottles before he finally finds the small lube bottle he was looking for as he kisses Alex, running his tongue over the roof of Alex's mouth in ways that make him shudder and his toes curl.
Jack's hand curves over the back of Alex's leg, above his knee and runs up his thigh, pulling his leg up so it wraps around his waist. He coats his fingers in lube (always a little too much, because he's weird about that) and then pushes two inside of Alex, feels his leg tighten around his waist and a low moan rumble through Alex’s chest.
He scissors his fingers a few times, adds another and then curls them, searching for a certain something. It takes a few tries (it's an incredibly awkward angle Jack's working at here) but he finds it, knows that he finds it because Alex keens, black spots appearing in front of his vision. "Theretherethere," he breathes, but Jack just smirks and pulls his fingers out.
It makes Alex want to hit Jack, punch him in the dick maybe, except Jack is dripping wet and there are little rivulets of water running down his chest that Alex would quite like to lick off, and he kind of wanted Jack's dick in him five minutes ago.
Jack maneuvers his hand in between their bodies, a fresh pool of lube in the palm of his right hand and he lubes himself up, losing himself for a moment as he jerks himself and moans. He moves his hands to Alex’s hips, manhandling him until he’s facing the wall, arms braced against cool tile. He pulls Alex’s hips back, pressing the head of his cock against his entrance. Alex’s teeth embed themselves in his lower lip, biting back a whimper because Jesus fuck would Jack please just get in him already?
Alex’s fingers dig as much as they could into the tile, knuckles turning white as he whines in anticipation. He glances over his shoulder at Jack, their eyes locking as he buries himself in Alex, a low growl emitting from his throat. Alex’s ass clenches around Jack’s cock, his head dropping forward to rest against the white wall, short uhn uhn uhn noises coming out of his throat every time Jack thrusts back in.
Water falls from the showerhead, bouncing off of skin as moans bounce off the tiled walls. The room is steamy - from the hot water of the shower and it’s hard to think, hard to breathe, it’s so hot.
“Jack,” Alex moans again, panting softly as Jack thrusts evenly (in, out, in, out), and pretty much everything out of his mouth are syllables and vowels and fuck, yes, Jack, harder, deeper, more.
Jack folds himself over Alex’s back, pressed flush up against each other, skin against skin. Alex feels his lips press against his neck, biting gently and mouthing hot nothings into his ear. He’s been close to coming since a little bit before Jack came into the bathroom, thanks to deciding that jerking off was the best way to get his attention, and he just needs that push over the edge and he’ll fall off the cliff. Jack still isn’t touching his cock, his hands bracketing his hips and probably leaving the shape of his fingers on his skin, and Alex simultaneously thinks he might die of sexual frustration and that he never wants it to end.
“Jack, c’mon, fuck, just touch me god fucking dammit,” Alex curses, desperate pants and high pitched whines coming from his mouth. Jack grunts in reply, his thrusts going slightly erratic, hips pushing up into Alex’s ass as they stand under lukewarm water. “Fucking - please, Jack please,” he begs, fingers splayed out against the wall.
Alex moans deep and low when Jack finally (finally, finally) touches him, brings his hand around from his body to his cock, moving to a rhythm just off to his hips. Alex’s hips buck into his hand, his upper body falling forward until his forearms and forehead are leaning against the tile.
Jack bites his shoulder hard, hips going still as he comes, Alex tumbling after him over the edge. He slumps against the wall, and Jack pulls out slowly, kisses the bite mark (which was deep enough to draw blood and it will bruise, whoops) and then turns off the water, which is starting to run cold.
They manage to get out of the shower and dry off, sharing one giant fluffy white towel. They tumble back into the bed, Alex curling against Jack and closing his eyes. “Wake me up for lunch,” he mumbles into his shoulder, yawning. It’s about nine thirty, three hours of sleep sounds good.
“Yeah, sure.” Jack laughs, kissing the top of his dyed hair.