J.A.C.I.E.'s World (All Time Low Fanfiction | Jack Barakat)

Bonus Chapter

Heads up, this is a bonus chapter, it's different than usual. So, you're being warned for smut.

"So this is your childhood bedroom," Jack grinned as he looked around and put his bag down on the side of the bed he always slept on.

"Not just childhood," I corrected and closed the door behind myself. "My whole life, minus a few months."

"It's a little empty for your whole life."

"That's because it's all at my apartment..." I gently took hold of his hand as I stepped close. "Or yours..."

"Ours." He smirked down at me lovingly before pressing his lips against mine again.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Our bodies touched in the middle, chests pressed against each other and his leg in between mine. His hands started at my hips before moving up, catching on the hem of my shirt. He continued fumbling with the fabric, testing to see how far I'd let him go.

With no protest coming from my side, he slipped his hands under the shirt. The calluses on his fingertips tickled the skin on my lower back. As our kiss got heavier and more desperate, so did the rate at which he was exploring my body. The bottom of my shirt was now held up on his hands on my upper back, right between my shoulder blades.

"Just take my shirt off already," I panted in frustration.

He complied now that our lips briefly separated and pulled it up over my head. His lips were on mine again as soon as the fabric was just on my arms. He continued tugging on the shirt until I went ahead and finished the job, throwing it on the floor. With my hands free again, I went right down to the waistband of his jeans. I hooked my fingers onto the thicker textile, teasing whether I would pull on the elastic of his boxers as well.

Unfortunately, he removed my hands and pulled away, "Jace, Jacie, we can't."

"Why not?" I looked into his eyes, seeing an all too familiar desire in them. "Just be quiet."

"We really shouldn't, though. We're at your dad's place."

I continued to stare at him, challenging him as I reached back out and pulled down the zipper of his jeans at a snail pace. He seemed a little conflicted, but didn't stop me. I took it as a sign that it was okay to continue, and undid the button as well.

I leaned in to start kissing him again. Once he kissed me back, I slipped my hand into his jeans and over his boxers. A surprised groan came from him, muffled by my own lips. I could feel that he was semi-hard already, meaning that I was doing something right. I stuck my hand in just a little further and grabbed his balls.

"Shit, okay," he breathed out, finally giving full consent.

He took initiative and pushed down his jeans to his lower legs, where he started kicking them off instead. I gave him the room to quickly pull his shirt off as well. Instead of waiting around, I pushed the pyjama pants off my hips and stepped out of them. Jack's pupils were wide as he looked over me.

He hooked an arm around my waist and pulled me into him, connecting our lips. I gave a slight push against his chest, wanting him to sit down on the foot end of the bed. He understood, and dropped down so he was on the edge. I climbed on top so that I was straddling him and held his face as we continued kissing.

I ground into him just the slightest amount, his hands going back to feeling up and down my back. His fingers would dig into the top of my spine before trailing down, the palms of his hands brushing against my skin when the touch went back up.

Both of us were craving more, so I pushed my weight off of his lap, allowing him to shuffle up the mattress. I followed him up, keeping our lips connected as I kept my own balance on my hands and knees. Once his back was against my pillows, I let my touch wander, my right hand going down his abdomen and travelling on top of his boxers again.