High School Never Ends.
Summary: Number 23 in table; Jack gets hard.
Disclaimer: I don't own -dismaisadfais-
Jack knew this was wrong, on so many levels, but there wasn't much he could do about it, was there?
Seeing Alex in his boxers, shirtless and hair still wet from the shower had gotten Jack hard on the spot. He hadn't done anything to make it happen. He hadn't even meant to look at Alex in the first place.
So, he rushed back to his bunk, cheeks flaming from embarrassment, even though no one had noticed. Jack didn't realize until he'd gotten into his bunk that'd he have to do something about this not so little problem in his pants.
He slid his hand past the elastic of his Alex's gym shorts and sighed. So, it had come to this; Jack fapping in his bunk alone while Alex paraded around in all his near nakedness happy as a fucking clam.
It was high school all over again, Jack swears.
The only reason Jack was 'noticing' Alex again was because Chelsea was gone. She had kept Jack distracted enough that he barely even noticed when Alex was lounging around in his tiny boxer brief things. Jack didn't even know what the fuck Alex called them, but they weren't helping.
Then, Jack remembered his reason for being back here and began palming himself slowly. Was he teasing himself? Jack felt stupid after he thought that because, really, who the fuck does that? He wrapped his hand around his own cock firmly and moved quickly, forming images of Alex in his mind. He knew it was wrong, but he also knew he'd come faster to Alex than he would to anyone else.
How fucked up is that?
Finally, he came letting out a low, guttural, "Fuck, Alex," and opening eyes to remind himself that it was himself, not Alex, that had just gotten him off.
Damn it.
Disclaimer: I don't own -dismaisadfais-
Jack knew this was wrong, on so many levels, but there wasn't much he could do about it, was there?
Seeing Alex in his boxers, shirtless and hair still wet from the shower had gotten Jack hard on the spot. He hadn't done anything to make it happen. He hadn't even meant to look at Alex in the first place.
So, he rushed back to his bunk, cheeks flaming from embarrassment, even though no one had noticed. Jack didn't realize until he'd gotten into his bunk that'd he have to do something about this not so little problem in his pants.
He slid his hand past the elastic of his Alex's gym shorts and sighed. So, it had come to this; Jack fapping in his bunk alone while Alex paraded around in all his near nakedness happy as a fucking clam.
It was high school all over again, Jack swears.
The only reason Jack was 'noticing' Alex again was because Chelsea was gone. She had kept Jack distracted enough that he barely even noticed when Alex was lounging around in his tiny boxer brief things. Jack didn't even know what the fuck Alex called them, but they weren't helping.
Then, Jack remembered his reason for being back here and began palming himself slowly. Was he teasing himself? Jack felt stupid after he thought that because, really, who the fuck does that? He wrapped his hand around his own cock firmly and moved quickly, forming images of Alex in his mind. He knew it was wrong, but he also knew he'd come faster to Alex than he would to anyone else.
How fucked up is that?
Finally, he came letting out a low, guttural, "Fuck, Alex," and opening eyes to remind himself that it was himself, not Alex, that had just gotten him off.
Damn it.