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Title: Saturday Night Professions (straight from a love muscle)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Josh(OC)/Jack/Alex. (All Time Low +)
Word Count: 8613. life ruiners
Disclaimer: A fictional tale about a fictional tale.
Notes: This is for thirdonebetween as always, with love. Josh is her original character and this is her 'verse which she so very graciously lets me play in from time to time when circumstance and threesomes permit. She and it are two of the best things that have ever happened to me and I can only hope I even begin work on showing her my gratitude by writing these ridiculous porn-y threesomes to keep her going through the hard slog that is wrestling these bros and their sumo feelings.
{Shout out to my girl romasquerade for the reassurance and support!}
Part 1
Alex stares at Jack across the breakfast bar, contemplative and with this weird little smile on his face like he’s both intensely fond of Jack, (which - duh) and yet also in this moment trying to figure him out. That makes little to zero sense to Jack, who is pretty sure he’s about as subtle as a handjob when it comes to all things Alex Gaskarth. He is so fucking easy for this dude. So he smiles back, kinda wants to spend an hour or two just smiling at Alex in dimly lit rooms. But Alex must have other ideas because he crosses the kitchen in two clean strides, laces his fingers in Jack’s and starts tugging him back toward the front of the house. Wherever Alex goes Jack generally wants to follow, so the hand-holding is kind of unnecessary but Jack isn’t about to say so. Alex pauses in the porch to pull the door shut behind them and then chooses to herd Jack up against the sliding door so he can reach to slide it open. Jack stands there, the night sky spread thick with heat and stars in front of them, Alex behind him - hooking a chin over his shoulder to see what he’s looking at. But there isn’t anything there, not really. Just .. space. Space and Alex and nothing else that Jack could ever want.
“C’mon, out” and Alex is pushing him with hands firm on his flanks.
“Where are we going?” Jack asks, because it’s not like he really cares, but he’d still like to know.
“I need some air. Don’t you?” and Jack would answer in the affirmative, except for how Alex has pushed him up against the side of Matt Mitchell’s house and is kissing him like it’s his sole purpose in life. Apparently Alex meant he needed some of Jack’s air.
Jack’s been half out of his mind all night because of that mouth amongst others, so he groans in relief and gives up entirely on trying to figure things out or stay patient. He slides his hands up Alex’s chest, fingers curved along the muscle above Alex’s clavicle so his thumbs can trace his collarbone beneath his shirt, the skin fabric-warm and soft under the rough pads of Jack’s guitar callouses. Alex shivers and presses closer and Jack gets even less patient, slides a hand to cup Alex’s jaw so he can tilt his head exactly how he wants it and pulls him back in, but Alex is a frustrating little fuck and licks at Jack’s bottom lip only to pull back every single time Jack moves to deepen the kiss. Alex is clearly thoroughly enjoying himself, laughs against Jack’s mouth when he exhales a disgruntled little ‘hey’. He’s not half as smart as he thinks he is though, because he has forgotten who he’s messing with here and exactly how devious Jack can be when he needs to be. Like right now. He moves away from the wall and spins them, gently pushing Alex back against the side of the house. He’s gorgeous like this, face tilted into the low light of the street lamp out on the kerb, watching Jack with that open, patient expression like he wants to see what Jack’s gonna do but already knows it’s going to be something he likes. Jack’s plan was to make Alex come to him, but fuck, he has to lean in and wrap his arms around him, tuck his face into the side of his neck and breathe in the smell of his shampoo, his skin. Alex hugs him back, hard and unwavering, doesn’t hesitate to bury his hand in Jack’s hair and pull him closer and Jack is so fiercely happy in that moment, he feels a little like he might do something really embarrassing like start to cry.
Thankfully the moment passes and Jack just has so many feelings, all tangled up right here in his arms. But they’re mostly good, and currently very highly saturated in romantical inclinations, so he really appreciates it when Alex smiles into his shoulder and very obviously pushes his hips up against Jack’s. Jack huffs out an exasperated breath and shakes his head when Alex grins at him through his bangs.
“Oh now you wanna make out?”
“I always want to make out, dude. So do you, remember?”
Alex is so smart, so great at the logic and sense-making. And the making out, for that matter. Has Jack mentioned that he has fantastic hair?
And so make out they do. Jack is entirely unashamed of the fact that he loves having Alex just like this - shoulders back against some vertical surface so he can lean up to kiss Jack, standing tip-toe to reach, and Jack can feel the line of tension in his body, all the way down through his thighs. Jack has a hand back on Alex’s jaw, likes the scratch of stubble under his fingers, under his tongue when he bites down on Alex’s lip like he likes. Alex has both hands curled in the fabric of Jack’s shirt, pulling Jack down to him and probably stretching his neckline out, but Jack couldn’t give a fuck when it’s because Alex is so insistent on pulling him close and keeping him there.
Kissing Alex never ever gets old. At first, Jack would leave any and all progressions from there up to Alex for the sake of not freaking him out, but now it’s not even a conscious decision, he just gets so caught up he doesn’t have time to think about escalation. Alex is doing that thing where he coaxes Jack’s tongue into his mouth and then curls his own tongue into it, sighs as he pushes little licks of gratitude into Jack’s mouth like Jack is doing him some kind of favor and Jack could do this for hours and hours. Alex’s hands fall away from his chest and there’s no space between them at all. Jack is trying to keep his nether regions on the bench for the time being, maintaining that distance until Alex decides he wants otherwise. He feels Alex strain even further, twisting his body to get closer, but he does so without breaking away from the kiss so Jack thinks he mustn’t even realize he’s doing it, is just subconsciously following his body heat. But then Alex’s hands materialize at his waist, he hooks his fingers into his belt loops to pull him forward and Jack shifts forward, lets his boner bump a friendly ‘hello’ to Alex’s. This is seemingly still not enough for Alex, who finally breaks the kiss, nips at Jack’s jaw like it’s punishment for something and grabs Jack’s ass to haul their hips together. Okay, then.
Alex’s hands stay tensed just above Jack’s butt, holding him still, holding him here so Alex can grind forward against him. Jack just lets him at first, waits to see how far he’s going to take it, but he can only hold still for so long and he has to push back, has to push his hands up under the back of Alex’s shirt so he can touch skin, pull Alex forward against him. And then they’re writhing against one another, and Jack is basically just panting against the side of Alex’s face and Alex is so hard against Jack, and
“Fuck, yes, just like that Jack”
Jack’s vision literally whites out. He has to close his eyes for second, can’t cope with Alex saying things like that when they’re like this. He has to kiss him, has to gasp into his mouth when Alex groans low in his throat and rucks Jack’s shirt up so he can start to slide his hands down the back of his jeans, still keeping him close, always seems to want him closer.
Jack is so close to coming in his boxers, is probably like four seconds away from holding Alex up against the wall and coming against him, fuck, when someone coughs behind them.
Jack’s life is the hardest. No, honestly.
His good friend Josh is trying to kill him, and Alex is inadvertently helping.
“Hey guys!”
“Josh could you uh …”
“Nope, sorry. Lisa said I had to come fetch you both for spin the bottle, and you know how I don’t like to displease her”.
Jack does not know this. In fact, Jack has on many occasion seen Josh say and do things specifically to displease Lisa, so he doesn’t know what the fuck Josh’s game is. It doesn’t seem like he’s going to leave without them though, and Alex is already heading back inside like a traitorous, glorious little bastard, so Jack readjusts his jeans, takes a couple of fortifying breaths and heads after Josh. Who keeps stopping unexpectedly right in front of Jack, so Jack inevitably bumps forward into him, and saying “Whoops!”, which … Jack is so frustrated. He wishes everyone were dead.
True to Josh’s word though, most of the party is assembled in a wildly haphazard circle on the living room floor. Jack would really rather be rubbing off on Alex right now, or at the very least jerking off while thinking about rubbing off on Alex, so needless to say he skulks on the edge of the circle like the sulky fuck he is and hopes the bottle doesn’t land on him. The recipient of that kiss may get more than they bargained for.
Jack has just managed to banish his boner when Flyzik’s elbow calls his attention to the game again. At first he thinks maybe the blasted thing has landed on him, but when he glances around nobody is looking at him.
Josh is on his knees, ready to march on whoever his spin has chosen. Jack looks at the empty beer bottle in the center of the floor, follows the line of the neck and beyond to where it’s pointing at … Alex.
Jack feels like everybody in the room should be looking at him, but he’s not quite sure why, and Alex isn’t looking at him, but Josh is - he’s crawling across the circle on all fours now and when he raises his head to flick his bangs from his face just as he reaches Alex, he catches Jack’s eye and grins.
Alex rises up onto his knees for Josh, and then they’re kissing.
Alex and Josh are kissing.
Not chastely, Jack might add.
Josh has his hand anchored in the shorter hair at the top of Alex’s neck. That same brave thumb from earlier is sitting just under Alex’s ear like it belongs there. And Alex is kissing Josh back. Enthusiastically. Jack sees a flash of tongue when Josh shifts them slightly - whether specifically so Jack has a better view or not, Jack wouldn’t like to say.
Jack feels … all of the feelings. Something sits heavy in his stomach, seeing Josh and Alex like this. And he doesn’t know if that’s okay, or what it means.
They kiss for a moment longer, just long enough for it to have been a little too long, and when they break apart with flush mouths and slightly glazed gazes, they both turn in unison to look at Jack and the weight in his stomach drops lower, turns liquid and too warm. He maybe gasps. But Flyzik is an honorable and long-suffering friend, so he says nothing.
Jack doesn’t feel as scared as he did a second ago. Or .. he does, but in different ways. It’s more like apprehension now, maybe. It seems a little bit like Josh and Alex know exactly what they’ve just done to Jack, what they’ve been doing to him all night, and Jack doesn’t want to get his hopes up, but if there is a pay-off coming his way anytime soon he would like it to hurry the fuck up, please.
He doesn’t know what to expect. Doesn’t know if he should expect anything at all. Surely this is leading somewhere? Jack would really like one of his so-called friends to finish what they’ve started at some point tonight.
But he doesn’t want to look a gift horse in the pants, so he decides to make himself somewhat scarce for the time being. If anyone wants him, they can come and claim him.
He ends up taking that idea a little too literally, and finds himself embroiled in a pretty serious game of a very special version of kiss chasing that Jack and his friends invented three summers ago. Basically, whoever is ‘it’ has to chase everyone else, and when they catch someone they get to either kiss them or give them a wedgie. That option has taken a few surprising turns on occasion.
It’s kind of wholly cathartic, running wild around the Mitchell’s property and expelling his pent up energies. He’s still got that low thrum of pure want buzzing across his skin, but it’s not unbearable if he keeps moving and stops thinking about Alex and Josh. The latter is pretty easy to accomplish because he hasn’t caught sight of either of them in about fifteen minutes now and he’s kept on his feet by the fact that a weird junior with braces who has been warm for his form since the very dawn of time itself is currently baying for his blood.
He eventually needs a breather though, so he changes tactics to find somewhere to lay low and re-group for a minute. Staying on the ground floor being a clause of the game, he darts into the kitchen on his way to go hide in the secret dining room cleaning closet that nobody knows about when he hears a skirmish in the living room and has to think fast. He dives into the pantry just as a small herd of people come crashing into the kitchen, closely followed by the feared junior. He breathes a sigh of relief when they all careen off through the back door out into the great beyond and turns around to get comfy and maybe locate a snack before the game starts over, and loses one of his lives when he finds Josh blinking at him in the dark. Jack forgets that this is a very generous pantry, spatially. It’s probably 4 feet deep and 2 foot wide, but Jack still feels like should have noticed there was a whole other person in here before now. He maybe takes games of any and all persuasions far too seriously.
“Hello!”
“Um, hi? Josh?”
Jack is so eloquent and smooth.
“What are you doing here?” he doesn’t mean it to sound like an accusation, but.
“I was here first, dickbag. I was looking for chips. Which I found, so if you’ll excuse me…” and Josh tries to move past Jack, reaches for the handle of the door, but
“No! You can’t open this door!”
“I assure you I can. I’ve been able to open doors from a very young age, Jack”.
“That’s not what I .. ! We’re playing a game. I can’t get caught! Just trust me on this, J”.
“Don’t I always?” and yes, Jack supposes he does, so they lapse into companionable silence until Josh does what Josh does best and cuts right to the heart of the matter.
“So …......... Alex”. And there’s something in his tone that Jack has never heard before. It’s almost like … caution.
“What about him?” Jack wonders where on earth he’s going with this, watches him as closely as he can in the near dark.
“Good kisser, huh?” and Josh is smirking now, and some tension in the small space evaporates, even though if you’d asked Jack a minute ago, he’d have predicted the exact opposite. He still feels a little squirm-y about the whole thing, but good squirm-y when he hears the way Josh says it simply a little cruelly, and not with any real interest. Familiar territory and all.
Jack just half-nods, but obviously isn’t entirely successful in keeping a smile off his face, because Josh rolls his eyes.
“Is he a better kisser than me?”
Jack does not know how to even begin answering that question, and is quite frankly offended that he’s expected to. So instead, he takes a leaf out of whatever play book Josh and Alex have been consulting tonight.
“Hmmm.”
He pretends to think about it.
“Let me check”
And then he hauls Josh in against him and catches his mouth with his own. Josh giggles for a second, but quickly quietens when Jack commits to it and gets Josh’s mouth open under his own. The kiss is nothing like kissing Alex had been. It’s sloppy and fraught, just a little bit violent. Josh’s hands capture Jack’s wrists and push them back against the door, keep them there with a hold likely to bruise while he kisses Jack like he’s looking for something, trying to say with his mouth what he would never otherwise admit. So here he says it, has left it licked hidden behind Jack’s teeth.
But it’s not all he has to say. He presses biting kisses up under Jack’s jaw, down the line of his throat, scattering words between that burn hotter, bruise quicker.
“I could still smell you on his skin, you know” Josh noses along Jack’s neck, pressing him against the door so Jack can feel the sharp edges of his belt buckle digging into his stomach.
“Do you think he was thinking about you while he was kissing me?” Josh is definitely hard against him, and this is new territory for them. Jack … is obviously into this, so into this, but he can’t deny that it’s a lot to do with Alex still, is thankful and stupidly turned on for the fact that Josh knows this and is prepared to exploit it.
Josh lets go of his wrists then, grabs the bottom of Jack’s shirt to pull it up over his head and it’s warm in here, a little shirtless making out with his friend is a fine way to pass the time.
But Josh is reaching for the button on his jeans, and Jack hesitates.
Josh pulls him further into the pantry, spins them so Jack is up against the wall of shelves on the left, and drops to his knees in front of Jack, popping the button open this time and going for Jack’s zipper.
And Jack hesitates. He’s going to tell Josh no, he’s going to help him back to his feet and put his shirt back on and go drink himself into a coma.
But the pantry door swings open and Jack is momentarily blinded instead.
Josh fares better with the intrusion, turns to grab whoever has blown their cover and yank them inside, hopefully before anyone else notices anything strange about any of this, although Jack isn’t really thinking about the game anymore. Not the one that involves literal chasing, anyway.
So to recap: Jack is shirtless in a pantry, and was maybe likely just about to get a blow job from one of his best friends, a scene which has been stumbled upon by ….........
“Alex!”
Jack loses another life.
He moves to grab his shirt but Josh bats his hand away and Alex is standing still just inside the doorway, looking down at Josh’s hands on Jack’s jeans.
Jack feels nauseous.
“Alex, Alex, this .. I wasn’t going to..”
“You weren’t!? Dude. You’re a moron” Josh interrupts, and wow this is really not the time.
“Josh it’s not that …” but Josh just laughs, crisis #1 averted, but Alex still isn’t saying anything. He hasn’t run off either though, so.
“Listen Gaskarth. I am about to blow my good friend Jack Barakat. I’ll assume this notion doesn’t offend you since you’re as gay for him as he is for you. Now here are your options. You can whine until Jack invites you to a private emo cuddle party, or you can help me out. I must warn you - option number one does not involve any of this” he finishes, gesturing to himself and with that, Josh takes off his shirt.
Jack shouldn’t be distracted by this, but he’s a terrible person, so he is.
God, this is a disaster. Alex is never going to speak to him again, how will he ever manage to make him believe that he was not going to go through with this?
“Okay”.
OKAY?
“OKAY?”
“Yeah. If .. that’s okay?”
Jack thinks … and correct him if he’s hallucinating, seriously, but he thinks Alex is asking him if it’s okay for him to help Josh give him a blow job.
“Are you ….....”
“What he’s trying to say is that words are difficult right now because his brain is already trying to leak out of his ears, we’d better hurry up if we want him conscious, Gaskarth, get over here”.
Yes, that. Thanks, Josh. So Alex comes to stand by Jack, tugs on a stray piece of Jack’s hair as he kisses him, a shy little ‘hey there’. He’s blushing already and Jack … Jack cups his face in both hands, crushes his mouth to Alex’s and kisses him with everything he’s got. He wants to keeps his eyes open, never wants to stop seeing that look of tentative hope on Alex’s face and knowing that he put it there, that Alex actually wants to do this for him, but Josh is pushing his hands slowly up the back of his thighs and Alex makes this soft, contented little noise against his mouth and Jack has to screw his eyes shut, has to concentrate very hard on remembering every single second of this.
“So here’s the plan, chums. Alex I think you should stay where you are for right now and Jack seems to agree. When you’re confident you won’t freak out, maybe pay attention and learn a thing or two”.
Jack is about to defend Alex’s honor or something, except he’s not sure what the protocol on that is and Alex has already pulled away to punch Josh in the shoulder anyway.
Josh just laughs, and tugs Jack’s jeans down off his hips, doesn’t bother to drag them past his thighs.
Jack is already harder than he’s ever been in his entire life, he’s pretty sure. So when Josh presses his face into his boxers and breathes “Nice, Barakat” out against the fabric, Jack is maybe a little smug. Mostly though, mostly just turned on out of his mind.
Alex is busy playing with that one spot under Jack’s jaw that he’s discovered makes Jack clench his teeth together tight and breath out through his nose, fast and loud like he can’t help it. He’s licking close to the bone, pressing his tongue to curl in under it, and Jack fucking loves it when he does this, loves it so much that he doesn’t notice Alex’s right hand trailing down his chest until it flirts with the waistband of his boxers and slips underneath. Alex’s hand sinks down over his cock, fist low and tight. And then Josh pulls his boxers down to join his jeans and leans in, mouths at the spot where Alex’s thumb is stroking Jack’s shaft.
From here on in, Josh and Alex get to work and resolutely make up for every occasion that’s had Jack cursing their existences tonight and ever.
He keeps on hand on Josh’s shoulder to stay steady as Josh licks across the head of his cock and then opens his mouth around it, works his tongue down Jack’s shaft until his lips meet Alex’s hand and sucks tight for a second before working the suction back up.
“Good?” Alex asks, and Josh laughs as he’s sucking Jack’s dick, the vibration making his toes curl in his chucks.
Jack grabs Alex by a fistful of his tshirt and drags him in, kisses him until the ringing in his ears stops.
“It’s so good, so hot, fuck” and Jack goes for Alex’s belt, feels suddenly selfish here. But Alex pushes his hand away, licks his lower lip, then his adam’s apple, and sucks a bruise into the centre of Jack’s ribs before he gets down on his knees beside Josh.
Josh shifts a little, makes space for Alex so that when Jack looks down their faces are framing his dick and this is all he ever never knew he wanted in life.
Josh pulls off with a slick pop and then he and Alex are leaning in together, both of them curling their tongues around Jack’s cock, overlapping in places so it’s almost like they’re kissing again and this is a visual Jack has honestly never even dreamed of.
Alex nudges Josh out of the way and gets a hand around Jack’s cock, eyes it speculatively, but not at all disparagingly, and then tries to take it all in his mouth at once. It’s a valiant effort, even though he chokes a little and Josh laughs meanly. It’s Alex though, so Jack’s eyes roll back in his head and he has to hold onto the shelves behind him for support. And then Alex does it again, this time so Jack actually feels his throat close around the head, and fuck, fuck, he’s going to come if Alex does that again, especially if Josh going to … yep, Josh is cupping Jack’s balls in his hand, rolling them gently in his palm.
Jack is shaking now, sweating even without his shirt, gasping on almost every other breath.
Josh wraps a hand around his cock again, and Alex leans back in, it’s like they co-ordinated this so Alex could hold Jack by the hips, pull him forward to goad him into fucking Alex’s mouth while Josh’s hand makes sure he doesn’t choke.
And it’s Alex’s mouth around his cock, so it’s wet and warm and sometimes there is suction and sometimes there is tongue and sometimes there’s even accidental little slips of teeth that Jack does not mind at all. But when he looks down …. it’s Alex’s mouth, on his cock, and Alex’s hands actually encouraging him to push forward into all that slick heat, and it’s Alex with his eyes closed, groaning softly and palming his own dick through his jeans like he’s getting off on this so much that his own pleasure is secondary, and Jack cups a hand to his cheek, feels where it’s hollowed for him, hollowed around him, and he has to speed up, hopes Alex doesn’t mind.
“Alex, fuck, Josh! Alex, ah” and then Alex opens his eyes and looks up, locks eyes with Jack and Jack loses it. He comes without warning, without even thinking to warn Alex, right into Alex’s mouth. He mostly manages to swallow it, which Jack will think about later, several times, again tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that.
Even Josh seems to be impressed, because he whistles quietly and leans in to kiss Alex, mostly chastely this time, because - yeah.
Jack reaches for them both, hauls them to their feet in front of him, and kisses Josh while he’s still holding onto Alex’s hand.
He’s still saying “thank you, fucking .. thank you” while he fumbles Josh’s belt off and gets his jeans open, turns to do the same for Alex, the two of them must be painfully hard by now, shit.
Josh plasters himself up against Jack’s side, holds onto the shelving behind his head and buries his face at Jack’s throat, shoves a hand into his jeans and goes to town.
Alex is looking at Jack though, almost like he’s waiting for something.
“Fuck, Alex, that was …. that was amazing, you” Jack means to say that that was the best thing that’s ever happened to him, but what comes out instead is “You’re so fucking hot”, and well - close enough.
He can’t get Alex’s boxers off his hips fast enough, but gets a hand around him while Josh shudders against his side and sighs into his neck.
Jack presses a quick kiss to his hair and then re-focuses on Alex, who has his lip pulled white between his teeth. Jack doesn’t have the presence of mind to do anything fancy, just spits into his hand and spreads it along Alex’s cock, jerks him tight and fast until his thumb catches up under the head and Alex spills into his hand while his voice breaks on Jack’s name. How is this night real.
But he’d know the weight of Alex’s tongue in his mouth better than his mother’s name, so when Alex kisses him it’s … as always, like nothing matters beyond it. Even though this time is a little different, what with Josh maybe half asleep on his shoulder, Jack’s dick still out and Alex’s come cooling on the palm of his hand.
When Alex pulls away though, he smiles at Jack just like he has every time before, a lot fond and a little awed.
Jack returns the grin tenfold, and starts to pull his pants back up.
And if Flyzik maybe sees three of his favorite dudes surreptitiously exiting a pantry while they all fix their dishevelled appearances and Jack gushes about Josh and Alex never having to buy him a birthday present ever again, unless it’s like tickets to the Blink 182 reunion tour sure to announced any day now, he swears, well … Flyzik is an honorable and long-suffering friend, so he says nothing.
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Josh(OC)/Jack/Alex. (All Time Low +)
Word Count: 8613. life ruiners
Disclaimer: A fictional tale about a fictional tale.
Notes: This is for thirdonebetween as always, with love. Josh is her original character and this is her 'verse which she so very graciously lets me play in from time to time when circumstance and threesomes permit. She and it are two of the best things that have ever happened to me and I can only hope I even begin work on showing her my gratitude by writing these ridiculous porn-y threesomes to keep her going through the hard slog that is wrestling these bros and their sumo feelings.
{Shout out to my girl romasquerade for the reassurance and support!}
Part 1
Alex stares at Jack across the breakfast bar, contemplative and with this weird little smile on his face like he’s both intensely fond of Jack, (which - duh) and yet also in this moment trying to figure him out. That makes little to zero sense to Jack, who is pretty sure he’s about as subtle as a handjob when it comes to all things Alex Gaskarth. He is so fucking easy for this dude. So he smiles back, kinda wants to spend an hour or two just smiling at Alex in dimly lit rooms. But Alex must have other ideas because he crosses the kitchen in two clean strides, laces his fingers in Jack’s and starts tugging him back toward the front of the house. Wherever Alex goes Jack generally wants to follow, so the hand-holding is kind of unnecessary but Jack isn’t about to say so. Alex pauses in the porch to pull the door shut behind them and then chooses to herd Jack up against the sliding door so he can reach to slide it open. Jack stands there, the night sky spread thick with heat and stars in front of them, Alex behind him - hooking a chin over his shoulder to see what he’s looking at. But there isn’t anything there, not really. Just .. space. Space and Alex and nothing else that Jack could ever want.
“C’mon, out” and Alex is pushing him with hands firm on his flanks.
“Where are we going?” Jack asks, because it’s not like he really cares, but he’d still like to know.
“I need some air. Don’t you?” and Jack would answer in the affirmative, except for how Alex has pushed him up against the side of Matt Mitchell’s house and is kissing him like it’s his sole purpose in life. Apparently Alex meant he needed some of Jack’s air.
Jack’s been half out of his mind all night because of that mouth amongst others, so he groans in relief and gives up entirely on trying to figure things out or stay patient. He slides his hands up Alex’s chest, fingers curved along the muscle above Alex’s clavicle so his thumbs can trace his collarbone beneath his shirt, the skin fabric-warm and soft under the rough pads of Jack’s guitar callouses. Alex shivers and presses closer and Jack gets even less patient, slides a hand to cup Alex’s jaw so he can tilt his head exactly how he wants it and pulls him back in, but Alex is a frustrating little fuck and licks at Jack’s bottom lip only to pull back every single time Jack moves to deepen the kiss. Alex is clearly thoroughly enjoying himself, laughs against Jack’s mouth when he exhales a disgruntled little ‘hey’. He’s not half as smart as he thinks he is though, because he has forgotten who he’s messing with here and exactly how devious Jack can be when he needs to be. Like right now. He moves away from the wall and spins them, gently pushing Alex back against the side of the house. He’s gorgeous like this, face tilted into the low light of the street lamp out on the kerb, watching Jack with that open, patient expression like he wants to see what Jack’s gonna do but already knows it’s going to be something he likes. Jack’s plan was to make Alex come to him, but fuck, he has to lean in and wrap his arms around him, tuck his face into the side of his neck and breathe in the smell of his shampoo, his skin. Alex hugs him back, hard and unwavering, doesn’t hesitate to bury his hand in Jack’s hair and pull him closer and Jack is so fiercely happy in that moment, he feels a little like he might do something really embarrassing like start to cry.
Thankfully the moment passes and Jack just has so many feelings, all tangled up right here in his arms. But they’re mostly good, and currently very highly saturated in romantical inclinations, so he really appreciates it when Alex smiles into his shoulder and very obviously pushes his hips up against Jack’s. Jack huffs out an exasperated breath and shakes his head when Alex grins at him through his bangs.
“Oh now you wanna make out?”
“I always want to make out, dude. So do you, remember?”
Alex is so smart, so great at the logic and sense-making. And the making out, for that matter. Has Jack mentioned that he has fantastic hair?
And so make out they do. Jack is entirely unashamed of the fact that he loves having Alex just like this - shoulders back against some vertical surface so he can lean up to kiss Jack, standing tip-toe to reach, and Jack can feel the line of tension in his body, all the way down through his thighs. Jack has a hand back on Alex’s jaw, likes the scratch of stubble under his fingers, under his tongue when he bites down on Alex’s lip like he likes. Alex has both hands curled in the fabric of Jack’s shirt, pulling Jack down to him and probably stretching his neckline out, but Jack couldn’t give a fuck when it’s because Alex is so insistent on pulling him close and keeping him there.
Kissing Alex never ever gets old. At first, Jack would leave any and all progressions from there up to Alex for the sake of not freaking him out, but now it’s not even a conscious decision, he just gets so caught up he doesn’t have time to think about escalation. Alex is doing that thing where he coaxes Jack’s tongue into his mouth and then curls his own tongue into it, sighs as he pushes little licks of gratitude into Jack’s mouth like Jack is doing him some kind of favor and Jack could do this for hours and hours. Alex’s hands fall away from his chest and there’s no space between them at all. Jack is trying to keep his nether regions on the bench for the time being, maintaining that distance until Alex decides he wants otherwise. He feels Alex strain even further, twisting his body to get closer, but he does so without breaking away from the kiss so Jack thinks he mustn’t even realize he’s doing it, is just subconsciously following his body heat. But then Alex’s hands materialize at his waist, he hooks his fingers into his belt loops to pull him forward and Jack shifts forward, lets his boner bump a friendly ‘hello’ to Alex’s. This is seemingly still not enough for Alex, who finally breaks the kiss, nips at Jack’s jaw like it’s punishment for something and grabs Jack’s ass to haul their hips together. Okay, then.
Alex’s hands stay tensed just above Jack’s butt, holding him still, holding him here so Alex can grind forward against him. Jack just lets him at first, waits to see how far he’s going to take it, but he can only hold still for so long and he has to push back, has to push his hands up under the back of Alex’s shirt so he can touch skin, pull Alex forward against him. And then they’re writhing against one another, and Jack is basically just panting against the side of Alex’s face and Alex is so hard against Jack, and
“Fuck, yes, just like that Jack”
Jack’s vision literally whites out. He has to close his eyes for second, can’t cope with Alex saying things like that when they’re like this. He has to kiss him, has to gasp into his mouth when Alex groans low in his throat and rucks Jack’s shirt up so he can start to slide his hands down the back of his jeans, still keeping him close, always seems to want him closer.
Jack is so close to coming in his boxers, is probably like four seconds away from holding Alex up against the wall and coming against him, fuck, when someone coughs behind them.
Jack’s life is the hardest. No, honestly.
His good friend Josh is trying to kill him, and Alex is inadvertently helping.
“Hey guys!”
“Josh could you uh …”
“Nope, sorry. Lisa said I had to come fetch you both for spin the bottle, and you know how I don’t like to displease her”.
Jack does not know this. In fact, Jack has on many occasion seen Josh say and do things specifically to displease Lisa, so he doesn’t know what the fuck Josh’s game is. It doesn’t seem like he’s going to leave without them though, and Alex is already heading back inside like a traitorous, glorious little bastard, so Jack readjusts his jeans, takes a couple of fortifying breaths and heads after Josh. Who keeps stopping unexpectedly right in front of Jack, so Jack inevitably bumps forward into him, and saying “Whoops!”, which … Jack is so frustrated. He wishes everyone were dead.
True to Josh’s word though, most of the party is assembled in a wildly haphazard circle on the living room floor. Jack would really rather be rubbing off on Alex right now, or at the very least jerking off while thinking about rubbing off on Alex, so needless to say he skulks on the edge of the circle like the sulky fuck he is and hopes the bottle doesn’t land on him. The recipient of that kiss may get more than they bargained for.
Jack has just managed to banish his boner when Flyzik’s elbow calls his attention to the game again. At first he thinks maybe the blasted thing has landed on him, but when he glances around nobody is looking at him.
Josh is on his knees, ready to march on whoever his spin has chosen. Jack looks at the empty beer bottle in the center of the floor, follows the line of the neck and beyond to where it’s pointing at … Alex.
Jack feels like everybody in the room should be looking at him, but he’s not quite sure why, and Alex isn’t looking at him, but Josh is - he’s crawling across the circle on all fours now and when he raises his head to flick his bangs from his face just as he reaches Alex, he catches Jack’s eye and grins.
Alex rises up onto his knees for Josh, and then they’re kissing.
Alex and Josh are kissing.
Not chastely, Jack might add.
Josh has his hand anchored in the shorter hair at the top of Alex’s neck. That same brave thumb from earlier is sitting just under Alex’s ear like it belongs there. And Alex is kissing Josh back. Enthusiastically. Jack sees a flash of tongue when Josh shifts them slightly - whether specifically so Jack has a better view or not, Jack wouldn’t like to say.
Jack feels … all of the feelings. Something sits heavy in his stomach, seeing Josh and Alex like this. And he doesn’t know if that’s okay, or what it means.
They kiss for a moment longer, just long enough for it to have been a little too long, and when they break apart with flush mouths and slightly glazed gazes, they both turn in unison to look at Jack and the weight in his stomach drops lower, turns liquid and too warm. He maybe gasps. But Flyzik is an honorable and long-suffering friend, so he says nothing.
Jack doesn’t feel as scared as he did a second ago. Or .. he does, but in different ways. It’s more like apprehension now, maybe. It seems a little bit like Josh and Alex know exactly what they’ve just done to Jack, what they’ve been doing to him all night, and Jack doesn’t want to get his hopes up, but if there is a pay-off coming his way anytime soon he would like it to hurry the fuck up, please.
He doesn’t know what to expect. Doesn’t know if he should expect anything at all. Surely this is leading somewhere? Jack would really like one of his so-called friends to finish what they’ve started at some point tonight.
But he doesn’t want to look a gift horse in the pants, so he decides to make himself somewhat scarce for the time being. If anyone wants him, they can come and claim him.
He ends up taking that idea a little too literally, and finds himself embroiled in a pretty serious game of a very special version of kiss chasing that Jack and his friends invented three summers ago. Basically, whoever is ‘it’ has to chase everyone else, and when they catch someone they get to either kiss them or give them a wedgie. That option has taken a few surprising turns on occasion.
It’s kind of wholly cathartic, running wild around the Mitchell’s property and expelling his pent up energies. He’s still got that low thrum of pure want buzzing across his skin, but it’s not unbearable if he keeps moving and stops thinking about Alex and Josh. The latter is pretty easy to accomplish because he hasn’t caught sight of either of them in about fifteen minutes now and he’s kept on his feet by the fact that a weird junior with braces who has been warm for his form since the very dawn of time itself is currently baying for his blood.
He eventually needs a breather though, so he changes tactics to find somewhere to lay low and re-group for a minute. Staying on the ground floor being a clause of the game, he darts into the kitchen on his way to go hide in the secret dining room cleaning closet that nobody knows about when he hears a skirmish in the living room and has to think fast. He dives into the pantry just as a small herd of people come crashing into the kitchen, closely followed by the feared junior. He breathes a sigh of relief when they all careen off through the back door out into the great beyond and turns around to get comfy and maybe locate a snack before the game starts over, and loses one of his lives when he finds Josh blinking at him in the dark. Jack forgets that this is a very generous pantry, spatially. It’s probably 4 feet deep and 2 foot wide, but Jack still feels like should have noticed there was a whole other person in here before now. He maybe takes games of any and all persuasions far too seriously.
“Hello!”
“Um, hi? Josh?”
Jack is so eloquent and smooth.
“What are you doing here?” he doesn’t mean it to sound like an accusation, but.
“I was here first, dickbag. I was looking for chips. Which I found, so if you’ll excuse me…” and Josh tries to move past Jack, reaches for the handle of the door, but
“No! You can’t open this door!”
“I assure you I can. I’ve been able to open doors from a very young age, Jack”.
“That’s not what I .. ! We’re playing a game. I can’t get caught! Just trust me on this, J”.
“Don’t I always?” and yes, Jack supposes he does, so they lapse into companionable silence until Josh does what Josh does best and cuts right to the heart of the matter.
“So …......... Alex”. And there’s something in his tone that Jack has never heard before. It’s almost like … caution.
“What about him?” Jack wonders where on earth he’s going with this, watches him as closely as he can in the near dark.
“Good kisser, huh?” and Josh is smirking now, and some tension in the small space evaporates, even though if you’d asked Jack a minute ago, he’d have predicted the exact opposite. He still feels a little squirm-y about the whole thing, but good squirm-y when he hears the way Josh says it simply a little cruelly, and not with any real interest. Familiar territory and all.
Jack just half-nods, but obviously isn’t entirely successful in keeping a smile off his face, because Josh rolls his eyes.
“Is he a better kisser than me?”
Jack does not know how to even begin answering that question, and is quite frankly offended that he’s expected to. So instead, he takes a leaf out of whatever play book Josh and Alex have been consulting tonight.
“Hmmm.”
He pretends to think about it.
“Let me check”
And then he hauls Josh in against him and catches his mouth with his own. Josh giggles for a second, but quickly quietens when Jack commits to it and gets Josh’s mouth open under his own. The kiss is nothing like kissing Alex had been. It’s sloppy and fraught, just a little bit violent. Josh’s hands capture Jack’s wrists and push them back against the door, keep them there with a hold likely to bruise while he kisses Jack like he’s looking for something, trying to say with his mouth what he would never otherwise admit. So here he says it, has left it licked hidden behind Jack’s teeth.
But it’s not all he has to say. He presses biting kisses up under Jack’s jaw, down the line of his throat, scattering words between that burn hotter, bruise quicker.
“I could still smell you on his skin, you know” Josh noses along Jack’s neck, pressing him against the door so Jack can feel the sharp edges of his belt buckle digging into his stomach.
“Do you think he was thinking about you while he was kissing me?” Josh is definitely hard against him, and this is new territory for them. Jack … is obviously into this, so into this, but he can’t deny that it’s a lot to do with Alex still, is thankful and stupidly turned on for the fact that Josh knows this and is prepared to exploit it.
Josh lets go of his wrists then, grabs the bottom of Jack’s shirt to pull it up over his head and it’s warm in here, a little shirtless making out with his friend is a fine way to pass the time.
But Josh is reaching for the button on his jeans, and Jack hesitates.
Josh pulls him further into the pantry, spins them so Jack is up against the wall of shelves on the left, and drops to his knees in front of Jack, popping the button open this time and going for Jack’s zipper.
And Jack hesitates. He’s going to tell Josh no, he’s going to help him back to his feet and put his shirt back on and go drink himself into a coma.
But the pantry door swings open and Jack is momentarily blinded instead.
Josh fares better with the intrusion, turns to grab whoever has blown their cover and yank them inside, hopefully before anyone else notices anything strange about any of this, although Jack isn’t really thinking about the game anymore. Not the one that involves literal chasing, anyway.
So to recap: Jack is shirtless in a pantry, and was maybe likely just about to get a blow job from one of his best friends, a scene which has been stumbled upon by ….........
“Alex!”
Jack loses another life.
He moves to grab his shirt but Josh bats his hand away and Alex is standing still just inside the doorway, looking down at Josh’s hands on Jack’s jeans.
Jack feels nauseous.
“Alex, Alex, this .. I wasn’t going to..”
“You weren’t!? Dude. You’re a moron” Josh interrupts, and wow this is really not the time.
“Josh it’s not that …” but Josh just laughs, crisis #1 averted, but Alex still isn’t saying anything. He hasn’t run off either though, so.
“Listen Gaskarth. I am about to blow my good friend Jack Barakat. I’ll assume this notion doesn’t offend you since you’re as gay for him as he is for you. Now here are your options. You can whine until Jack invites you to a private emo cuddle party, or you can help me out. I must warn you - option number one does not involve any of this” he finishes, gesturing to himself and with that, Josh takes off his shirt.
Jack shouldn’t be distracted by this, but he’s a terrible person, so he is.
God, this is a disaster. Alex is never going to speak to him again, how will he ever manage to make him believe that he was not going to go through with this?
“Okay”.
OKAY?
“OKAY?”
“Yeah. If .. that’s okay?”
Jack thinks … and correct him if he’s hallucinating, seriously, but he thinks Alex is asking him if it’s okay for him to help Josh give him a blow job.
“Are you ….....”
“What he’s trying to say is that words are difficult right now because his brain is already trying to leak out of his ears, we’d better hurry up if we want him conscious, Gaskarth, get over here”.
Yes, that. Thanks, Josh. So Alex comes to stand by Jack, tugs on a stray piece of Jack’s hair as he kisses him, a shy little ‘hey there’. He’s blushing already and Jack … Jack cups his face in both hands, crushes his mouth to Alex’s and kisses him with everything he’s got. He wants to keeps his eyes open, never wants to stop seeing that look of tentative hope on Alex’s face and knowing that he put it there, that Alex actually wants to do this for him, but Josh is pushing his hands slowly up the back of his thighs and Alex makes this soft, contented little noise against his mouth and Jack has to screw his eyes shut, has to concentrate very hard on remembering every single second of this.
“So here’s the plan, chums. Alex I think you should stay where you are for right now and Jack seems to agree. When you’re confident you won’t freak out, maybe pay attention and learn a thing or two”.
Jack is about to defend Alex’s honor or something, except he’s not sure what the protocol on that is and Alex has already pulled away to punch Josh in the shoulder anyway.
Josh just laughs, and tugs Jack’s jeans down off his hips, doesn’t bother to drag them past his thighs.
Jack is already harder than he’s ever been in his entire life, he’s pretty sure. So when Josh presses his face into his boxers and breathes “Nice, Barakat” out against the fabric, Jack is maybe a little smug. Mostly though, mostly just turned on out of his mind.
Alex is busy playing with that one spot under Jack’s jaw that he’s discovered makes Jack clench his teeth together tight and breath out through his nose, fast and loud like he can’t help it. He’s licking close to the bone, pressing his tongue to curl in under it, and Jack fucking loves it when he does this, loves it so much that he doesn’t notice Alex’s right hand trailing down his chest until it flirts with the waistband of his boxers and slips underneath. Alex’s hand sinks down over his cock, fist low and tight. And then Josh pulls his boxers down to join his jeans and leans in, mouths at the spot where Alex’s thumb is stroking Jack’s shaft.
From here on in, Josh and Alex get to work and resolutely make up for every occasion that’s had Jack cursing their existences tonight and ever.
He keeps on hand on Josh’s shoulder to stay steady as Josh licks across the head of his cock and then opens his mouth around it, works his tongue down Jack’s shaft until his lips meet Alex’s hand and sucks tight for a second before working the suction back up.
“Good?” Alex asks, and Josh laughs as he’s sucking Jack’s dick, the vibration making his toes curl in his chucks.
Jack grabs Alex by a fistful of his tshirt and drags him in, kisses him until the ringing in his ears stops.
“It’s so good, so hot, fuck” and Jack goes for Alex’s belt, feels suddenly selfish here. But Alex pushes his hand away, licks his lower lip, then his adam’s apple, and sucks a bruise into the centre of Jack’s ribs before he gets down on his knees beside Josh.
Josh shifts a little, makes space for Alex so that when Jack looks down their faces are framing his dick and this is all he ever never knew he wanted in life.
Josh pulls off with a slick pop and then he and Alex are leaning in together, both of them curling their tongues around Jack’s cock, overlapping in places so it’s almost like they’re kissing again and this is a visual Jack has honestly never even dreamed of.
Alex nudges Josh out of the way and gets a hand around Jack’s cock, eyes it speculatively, but not at all disparagingly, and then tries to take it all in his mouth at once. It’s a valiant effort, even though he chokes a little and Josh laughs meanly. It’s Alex though, so Jack’s eyes roll back in his head and he has to hold onto the shelves behind him for support. And then Alex does it again, this time so Jack actually feels his throat close around the head, and fuck, fuck, he’s going to come if Alex does that again, especially if Josh going to … yep, Josh is cupping Jack’s balls in his hand, rolling them gently in his palm.
Jack is shaking now, sweating even without his shirt, gasping on almost every other breath.
Josh wraps a hand around his cock again, and Alex leans back in, it’s like they co-ordinated this so Alex could hold Jack by the hips, pull him forward to goad him into fucking Alex’s mouth while Josh’s hand makes sure he doesn’t choke.
And it’s Alex’s mouth around his cock, so it’s wet and warm and sometimes there is suction and sometimes there is tongue and sometimes there’s even accidental little slips of teeth that Jack does not mind at all. But when he looks down …. it’s Alex’s mouth, on his cock, and Alex’s hands actually encouraging him to push forward into all that slick heat, and it’s Alex with his eyes closed, groaning softly and palming his own dick through his jeans like he’s getting off on this so much that his own pleasure is secondary, and Jack cups a hand to his cheek, feels where it’s hollowed for him, hollowed around him, and he has to speed up, hopes Alex doesn’t mind.
“Alex, fuck, Josh! Alex, ah” and then Alex opens his eyes and looks up, locks eyes with Jack and Jack loses it. He comes without warning, without even thinking to warn Alex, right into Alex’s mouth. He mostly manages to swallow it, which Jack will think about later, several times, again tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that.
Even Josh seems to be impressed, because he whistles quietly and leans in to kiss Alex, mostly chastely this time, because - yeah.
Jack reaches for them both, hauls them to their feet in front of him, and kisses Josh while he’s still holding onto Alex’s hand.
He’s still saying “thank you, fucking .. thank you” while he fumbles Josh’s belt off and gets his jeans open, turns to do the same for Alex, the two of them must be painfully hard by now, shit.
Josh plasters himself up against Jack’s side, holds onto the shelving behind his head and buries his face at Jack’s throat, shoves a hand into his jeans and goes to town.
Alex is looking at Jack though, almost like he’s waiting for something.
“Fuck, Alex, that was …. that was amazing, you” Jack means to say that that was the best thing that’s ever happened to him, but what comes out instead is “You’re so fucking hot”, and well - close enough.
He can’t get Alex’s boxers off his hips fast enough, but gets a hand around him while Josh shudders against his side and sighs into his neck.
Jack presses a quick kiss to his hair and then re-focuses on Alex, who has his lip pulled white between his teeth. Jack doesn’t have the presence of mind to do anything fancy, just spits into his hand and spreads it along Alex’s cock, jerks him tight and fast until his thumb catches up under the head and Alex spills into his hand while his voice breaks on Jack’s name. How is this night real.
But he’d know the weight of Alex’s tongue in his mouth better than his mother’s name, so when Alex kisses him it’s … as always, like nothing matters beyond it. Even though this time is a little different, what with Josh maybe half asleep on his shoulder, Jack’s dick still out and Alex’s come cooling on the palm of his hand.
When Alex pulls away though, he smiles at Jack just like he has every time before, a lot fond and a little awed.
Jack returns the grin tenfold, and starts to pull his pants back up.
And if Flyzik maybe sees three of his favorite dudes surreptitiously exiting a pantry while they all fix their dishevelled appearances and Jack gushes about Josh and Alex never having to buy him a birthday present ever again, unless it’s like tickets to the Blink 182 reunion tour sure to announced any day now, he swears, well … Flyzik is an honorable and long-suffering friend, so he says nothing.
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