oneshots: legacy edition (jalex)

Bad Luck 2

Crickets chirp outside the tent as the two men lay on their backs, staring up at the ceiling. Neither of them willing to break the silence quite yet.

Scrubbing skunk spray off of Alex's dick isn't really the way Jack imagined him and Alex in the shower together.
He kinda hoped it would be more romantic, or at least more.... heated.

Half cold water and a frantic best friend and the smell of rotten eggs and dog shit was not really what Jack had in mind.
Not that he was complaining. He was still a little turned on by Alex's hands being all over him.

Then of course they hadn't brought a spare change of clothes with them to the showers, so they were sneaking around, sharing a towel, just trying to get back to the tent.

Now they're just laying down, staring up at the fabric ceiling, tryin  to forget the whole thing happened.

Alex clears his throat suddenly, breaking the now awkward silence. "We uh, don't have to talk about that," he says. "Ever."
"Agreed," Jack states without hesitation. "But can we kill Rian for convincing us to go on this camping trip from hell."
"Yeah. But after he gives us the money."
"Definitely. Definitely."

The silence returns as the two men continue to not look at each other. Alex isn't ready to close his eyes just to see the images of Jack's penis now permanently ingrained into his skull, and Jack is just scared he'll have a wet dream or something.

Skunk smell is still lingering around the site too, keeping both of them awake.

Jack hears Alex shuffle in his sleeping bag and looks over to see Alex turning to face away from him. "Goodnight, I guess," Jack mutters, moving for turn out the light.
Alex gasps suddenly and jerks a bit. Jack blinks.

"Are you-" they both freeze. "Are you jerking off right now?"
Alex huffs. "It's not like-" he bites back a moan, "it's not like we haven't done this on the bus a million times."
"Yeah but-" Jack isn't sure what to say. That's on the bus! And everyone can tell because Alex is never quiet about it. He always tries to be, but it never works out. Jack usually just doesn't give a shit who hears or sees. He'll be in the lounge, just casually watching some shitty tv show and someone will walk in and then walk out immediately.

"Look," Alex mutters. "If you have a problem then just- just go outside or something."
Jack cringes. Skunk smell is much worse outside. Jack just shrugs and tries to ignore the sounds Alex is making which are definitely turning him on.

"Do you need help?" Jack half jokes. He knows it's just going to piss Alex off, but it's Alex's fault.
But Jack really isn't expecting Alex stop what he's doing to face him. "Seriously?"

Alex's face is more than a little red, and Jack feels his pants get a little tighter.
"Yeah," Jack almost squeaks.

They stare at each other for a long time before Alex nods and motions for Jack to come closer.

That's it. Jack's dreaming. He has to be.

"Christ, Jack, are you coming or not?"

Well he doesn't need to be told a third time.

"W-What do you want me to do."
Alex rolls his eyes, then guides Jack's hand to his crotch, helping Jack to stroke his cock at a steady pace.

Jack is a new kind of flustered as he clumsily strokes his best friend, trying not to look to embarrassed or turned on.

"Shit, Jack-" Alex breathes, and it's like a dream come true. Alex's hands find their way to the hem of Jack's sweatpants. Alex tugs lightly on the fabric before revealing Jack's own throbbing member.

"What are you doing?"
"Returning the favor."

Alex takes Jack's member in his hands, and they both continue to jerk each other off.