Patient: Alexander William Gaskarth
Notes: happier, more angst than anger now
-Dr. Bassam Barakat
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The sound of Jack's jeans hitting the floor was the first audible sound that wasn't our lips moving together in sync. I felt his erection pressing up against my belly, and I moved my hands under my torso to palm him, arching my back for more hand room. Jack moaned from under me as I moved my hand in circular motions, and I shoved my tongue inside his mouth with more force.
"God, you're so hot," I murmured against his mouth, sitting and straddling him. "You know that, right?"
"Oh, please, Alex," Jack chuckled and pulled away from my lips to speak. "Now, you said you were gonna repay me? Are you paying me in cash or are you going to take care of my raging boner?"
"Well I guess you'll find out," I whispered, smirking. Jack raised his eyebrows and shrugged. I scooted forward so I was sitting much closer to the tent in his boxers and leaned forward, until he could feel that I was hard too. I started to grind against him, and Jack moaned again.
"Alex, just fuck me already!" he groaned impatiently.
"Aw, but that's no fun, now is it?" I unzipped my jeans and tossed them off too. "Take off your shirt."
Jack eagerly whipped off his shirt, as did I, and I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his underwear and pulled down just enough for his cock to spring free. I wrapped my hand around it, and I felt Jack twitch in excitement.
I pumped my hand a little and pulled ever so slightly, which made him squirm under me.
"Stop... teasing..." Jack hissed with gritted teeth, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Oh, I could stop now and let you go home with blue balls," I said innocently, my voice still raspy. Jack shook his head violently, and I smiled deviously. "That's what I thought."
I yanked Jack's underwear off and kissed the tip of his cock, making a trail of wet kisses all the way down. My mouth opened and slipped over him, and Jack gasped as I sucked. I swirled my tongue around his length, licking and making sounds of pleasure.
Click.
I heard the garage door open, a quiet sound that I could only hear because I had trained my ears to listen for it so my parents never caught me off guard. I kissed the tip and sat up, straining to listen for my parents.
"Hey-" Jack protested as I stopped. I wiped my mouth. "Why'd you stop?"
"Shhhhh." I kissed him to silence him and listened intently.
"Alex," called my mother. "Sorry, I forgot my phone here!"
"That's okay, Mom!" I called back, willing her to leave faster so I could get back to business. The door opened and closed, signaling that it was safe again. I cupped Jack's balls and smirked at him.
"Let's continue, shall we?"
My mouth descended on Jack again. He leaned back and started to thrust lightly into my mouth, making sounds of pleasure. I went down to his prostate and licked all the way up his length. He shuddered, and I left kisses on his v-line. I stopped and looked down at him.
"Lie down on your stomach. Now." He did as I said, and I straddled Jack from behind. I started to run my hands up and down his sides, making him whimper. He rutted his hips again the mattress, trying to finish what I had started on his cock.
"No," I said sternly, my voice rasping. "If you just do what I say, I'll show you the best time of your life."
I yanked off my boxers and flung them across the room. My hand reached for the lube, and in an instant, I was teasing Jack's entrance.
"Just do it!" Jack pleaded. I couldn't see his face, but I knew very well that he was pulling his puppy eyes, even though I couldn't see. I knew very well that Jack wanted me, and I loved being the one who could give him what he wanted.
"Don't be greedy, babe," I whispered in his ear. I waited three seconds, and then I plunged inside of him suddenly, Jack's grip tightening on my sheets. I thrusted lightly, and then without warning, I pushed the remaining length I had inside of him.
We both felt it. Jack screamed in pleasure, and I grunted as the bed rocked under our motion. I thrusted rhythmically, and Jack was crying out in time.
I reached one of my hands forward to hold his erection, and I started to moving my hand to the rhythm as well. Jack's grip on my sheets was iron, and he was choking on air.
"A-Alex," he whimpered, "o-ohmyfuck this-s feels amazing!" He let out a waterfall of moans and screams, and I picked up the pace, gasps and groans tumbling out of my mouth as well.
I felt the tension building, and our breaths quickened together. I pressed into Jack deeper and faster, and my groans were falling out of my mouth uncontrollably. The bed was squeaking unbelievably loud, and I swear the doorframe was rattling as well.
"Ja... Jack..." I panted, my body slamming against his. "I'm close!"
"Fuuuuuuuck," Jack squeaked, every muscle in his body tense under me. "Fuck me!"
My muscles tightened, and orgasmic euphoria overcame me. I felt myself release into Jack and electricity coursed through my veins. Jack and I were screaming and moaning at the same time, my voice that was already tired from the concert giving out. My vision went fuzzy, and for a second, I lost all strength in my body.
I pulled out and collapsed next to Jack, who was already down. I kissed his nose and pushed his fringe from his face.
"I hope you don't mind that I came on your bed," he said cheekily. I laughed a hoarse laugh and planted my lips on his.
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A/N:
Yeah, you'd better believe I'll be editing this chapter over and over again bc I'm terrible at gay smut (smut in general) bc not a lot of words to say "dick" that isn't completely cringey & the fact that I'm a straight girl so..
BUT YEAH I went to the world tour yesterday and it was so fucking amazing & Justin Hills is hotter in person???
HAVE A NICE DAY
-Ari
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Therapy (Jalex)
FanfictionTom was Alex's hero. What do you do when your hero dies? Worried about her son, Isobel Gaskarth sends Alex to Dr. Bassam Barakat, Towson's best therapist. Dr. Barakat isn't the one that helps Alex the most, though. It's his son, Jack Barakat.