oneshots: legacy edition (jalex)

(Not So Typical) Casual Affair

A knock on the door rings out through the small apartment, startling Jack for just a second until he remembers the texts he exchanged earlier.

Alex: busy tonight? ;)
Jack: come over at 11

That must be Alex now.
Jack can only imagine what Alex's wife is thinking now that Alex is gone five nights out of the week, usually under Jack.

It'll probably hurt like shit when she finds out, but that's not Jack's problem.

The click of the lock alerts Alex that Jack's finally come to answer the door. He steps back as the door swings open and Jack grins at him wickedly.

"Ya know, you're my favorite booty call?"
"Yeah, just don't tell my wife."
"I've never met her."
"Let's keep it that way."

Jack pulls Alex inside by the wrist, and then immediately crashes their lips together as soon as the door closes. He shoves the slightly shorter man against the wall, earning a small yelp of surprise from Alex, then Jack hooks his fingers around the belt loops of his skinny jeans, grinning against Alex's lips.

Alex loves it when Jack gets like this. Alex had been playing hard to get all week, half hoping his wife might see a text from Jack and leave him.
She didn't, but the wait meant Jack would be rougher this time, and that's all Alex really needs right now.

Alex grasps desperately at Jack's hair as Jack grinds against him, pushing Alex up higher onto the wall until Alex can wrap his legs around Jack's waist.

They stay like that for a while, but then Jack gets tired of waiting and starts carrying Alex to the bedroom.

He drops Alex down onto the bed, grinning as he reaches for the hem of Alex's shirt. "I've been thinking so hard these past few days of what I wanted to do to you," Jack almost growls, winning a moan from Alex. "You kept ignoring my texts, I thought maybe I'd have to punish you when I finally saw you again."

Jack crashes their lips together once more. It's all teeth and tongues as Jack struggles to undo Alex's belt.

"Fuck," Jack mutters when he can't get the belt undone fast enough. "Maybe I should spank you a few times just for this fucking belt."
Alex hums, moving to help Jack, but Jack just smacks his hands away. "You just let me make you feel good, baby."

Alex closes his eyes, letting Jack's hands wander over his body. Jack's fingertips draw circles over his hips as his mouth locks onto Alex's once more.

He finally gets the belt undone and pulls Alex's skinny jeans off, tossing them to the floor. Jack toys with the wet spot on Alex's boxers where the precum has soaked through, then drags hot, wet kisses down to Alex's collarbone.

"Is your shirt still on?" Jack huffs, knowing damn well that should've been torn off already. He tugs at the buttons clumsily before giving up and forcing the shirt open, ignoring the sound of tiny plastic buttons hitting the walls.

"Fuck, I just sewed those back on," Alex complains. His whining is cut short by Jack's mouth on his nipple. Jack's relentless as he sucks and licks and bites. It doesn't really get Alex to shut up, but it does get him to stop complaining.

He makes prettier sounds when he's not saying words, anyway.

The boiling pool in Alex's abdomen is starting to get unbearable. He actually pushes Jack away before pouncing on him all over again.

This time it's Jack pinned against the mattress, letting Alex tear at his clothes.

It's never been just sex to Jack, and maybe that's why it's so thrilling that Alex still chooses this over his wife.
He especially loves when Alex takes control. He's all desperate and clumsy, but that's just because Jack loves to tease him past his breaking point.

Jack know's Alex secretly loves it too. It's hard not to when Alex grinding his crotch into Jack's like this. Jack tugs at the elastic of Alex's boxers. "Off."

Alex complies easily, but only because he's pulling off Jack's too. Then he's kneeling over Jack pushing his ass against Jack's erection as he sucks his fingers.

Alex makes a big show of running his tongue over each of the appendages, grinding his hips back into Jack's as he hold's Jack's gaze.

Saliva drips down his palm and onto Jack's chest as Alex reaches his spit covered fingers behind him. He groans roughly as he pushes two fingers in at once.

Jack's mouth feels dry as he holds Alex's hips steady. He's speechless and captivated by Alex's gaze. Jack knows that look all too well, and fuck if Jack doesn't want to he the one causing it.

Alex's hands are back on Jack's hips now as he leans back against Jack's cock.

Realization dawns over Jack much too late as Alex pushes down. Jack actually chokes as tight heat envelopes him. He gasps for air, barely adjusting to the feeling before Alex is riding him recklessly.

Jack's mind is warm and fuzzy as he watches Alex's brows knit together in pleasure. The air is thick and heavy, and Jack can't get enough of it.

He can feel the warmth pooling in his stomach, but he needs more.

One thing leads to another and Alex is on his back again, looking a little taken aback, but also really into the idea of Jack taking the lead.

Jack's cock is pushing into Alex before Alex even has time to register the shift in position.
Alex is just grabbing desperately to Jack as body trembles with need.

He's so close he can taste it, and Jack can't be far behind. Alex grips tightly to Jack's hair with one hand, barely pulling, but it's enough for Jack to lose it.

Jack's whole body spasms when he cums, but he doesn't stop rolling his hips into Alex until Alex is splattering all over his own stomach.

Alex's legs shake as Jack pulls back and lies beside him. He reaches for Jack's hand as he catches his breath, eyes closed tightly.

"I need six more rounds of that," he mutters between breaths. Jack actually laughs at that.
"I don't know about six, but we can start with two and go from there."

"Okay," Alex agrees. "In a minute."

*****

In the morning Alex wakes up to a call from his wife, asking where he is.

"Mm, what?" He mutters into the phone. He climbs out of bed, sending a half awake Jack an apologetic look.

"Where on earth are you? It's almost noon and you've been gone since last night. Not for work I assume. I called to see what was taking so long."

Busted.

"Oh I stayed at a hotel last night since I had to come back this morning."
"Really?" He wife asks, frustrated. "Because the receptionist in your office said you didn't even show up last night, and that you took this morning off."

Busted again.

"Where are you?" His wife asks one final time.

And at that unfortunate moment Jack walks out of the room. "Lex, who's on the phone?"

The line goes quiet as Alex holds a finger to his lips, signaling for Jack to be quiet.

"Are you with someone?" His wife asks quietly.
"Listen-"
"Are you cheating on me?"
"Look, I-"
"We're done, Gaskarth. Don't come home tonight. Or ever."

The line goes dead.

Alex stares at his now dark phone screen for a long time.

"Was that her?" Jack asks carefully.
"Yeah. Yeah it was."
"Is... is everything okay?"

Alex looks at Jack and smiles. "Depends, do you need a roommate?"
Jack grins. "Depends, do I get to fuck him senseless?"