Here I Am, There You Are (All Time Low Fanfiction | Jack Barakat)

Bonus Smut 1

Just a quick warning that this chapter is only smut. If you don't want to read it, then stop here.

Part 1: The day Rachel and Jack first hook up.

I eyed Jack carefully as he walked ahead of me into the hotel. My thoughts were going into overdrive. All I could think about was the way Jack's lips felt on mine, his hand on my waist, and our breath mingling together. But now, he was just walking through the sliding doors like nothing had ever happened.

I hated it. I wanted him bad. But, here he was, like he had forgotten what had transpired when we stood in the hallway. I knew I could never go back to being friends after this. At least, not like this. I was always going to feel this intense attraction to him if I didn't get to scratch the itch now.

This scraggly kid from middle school was somehow making my heart race and causing a fire to rage within me. I had never looked at him in this light before. He had been my best friend, a stranger, and somebody I could always reconnect with. But now? Now there was only one thing I wanted from him. Something that would have made teenage me shudder.

Like a lost puppy, I followed him to the reception, too awkward to make a move. Because, what if he didn't want this? That would destroy everything we ever had; the good memories of growing up together. And, quite frankly, I was out of practice. I hadn't tried to get with a guy in quite a while.

"I believe she has a bag she needs to pick up?" Jack told the receptionist, his hands on the counter.

Both pairs of eyes fell on me, snapping me out of the dirty thoughts I was having.

"Oh, right, yeah," I nearly fumbled over my own words. "Rachel Steward."

"Are you checking in as well?" The receptionist gave me a friendly smile.

"No, she's with me," Jack answered before I could say anything.

My heart skipped a beat, excitement rushing down my arms. I could feel my cheeks heat up, and I hoped that my makeup was just thick enough to hide it.

I was given my carry-on suitcase and Jack picked it up before I could. Without another word, he went up to the elevators and pressed the call button. Since it was late at night, one of the doors opened immediately and we went inside. I was glad to see his room was only up on the third floor, meaning we didn't need to stand there for long. I had no idea what I would have done in there if it took any longer.

"I just want to warn you," Jack told me as we exited the elevator, "I didn't make my bed in the morning."

"Okay," I stated. It was unexpected. I thought Jack would have prepared his room for a guest to stay over that night. Even if it hadn't been me.

We turned a corner and Jack stopped at a door. I watched him put my suitcase down to take his wallet out of his back pocket. He pulled out the keycard and swiped it, the little indicator light turning green. I followed him inside, where he put my suitcase against one of the walls. To make sure the door wouldn't close loudly, I gently held it back and helped it click shut.

When I turned around, Jack had made his way back over to me. I barely got a second before he had his lips on mine again. His hands went to my lower back, making me take a step closer. I let myself melt into it, tugging on the back of his head to pull him closer and deepen the kiss.

Everything inside my head said to watch out, but, fuck, I needed him. We stumbled backwards until his back hit the wall next to the coat rack. His right hand traveled down further, grabbing onto my ass. I pushed back into him, going to undo the first button of his shirt. The next buttons came undone easily, revealing his chest.