Jack and Jack Imagines

He Has To Ask the Other Jack For a Condom - Johnson

I've never liked having sex with my boyfriend when there were other people are in this house, but this time it's different.

This time it's not just him who wants it.

Our make out session is getting heated.

He's feeling my body everywhere and I'm pulling on his hair.

We're moaning into each other's mouths, getting passionate with each other.

Clothes start to get pulled off and Jack leans over, opening the nightstand drawer.

"Uh oh."

"Why the 'uh oh'?" I breathe.

"We ran out of condoms," he throws the cardboard box onto the top of the nightstand and sits up, straddling my thighs.

"Goddammit," I sigh, running my hands through my hair.

"No no, wait wait!" Jack jumps up, aggressively pulling his boxers on.

"Where are you going?" I call after him as he leaves the room.

"To get a condom from G!"

I roll my eyes and patiently wait for my boyfriend to come back.

I hear his footsteps stomping against the floor and the boys laugh in the living room.

"At least I'm getting some!" The blonde shouts as he shuts his bedroom door behind him.

"You know they're going to make fun of us now," I tell him as he kisses down my neck.

"Yeah, but we haven't had sex in days. I'd do anything to pleasure my girl at this point."