DIRTY LAUNDRY

20

Take me to your bed,
So we can mess around •

Unexpected smut, yas!

I woke up from a short nap, feeling Jack rubbing up against me. We were spending our Saturday as lazy and relaxed as we could and so far it's been perfect. We made breakfast together for the very first time since we've been rooming together and right after that, Jack fucked me bent over the table. I just hope we weren't too loud. Then we crashed into my bed and just cuddled. We were discussing the wedding and how we could visit my family over the winter break, since we can't really see Jack's. In the back of my head I was always hoping that his father would just accept his son's fate and stop making a big deal out of it, but I already knew that no expectations give you no disappointment, so I put it that way. It's also been a week since Jack asked me to be his boyfriend but if I'm honest, it feels longer than that. And I'm enjoying every second of it.

"Again, huh?" I whispered in his ear as our noses touched and he pressed his lips on mine. Those lazy, at times even sloppy kisses, were the best kind. His tongue was moving with mine, lips synced and his hands all over my body. He was lying on his side as I was on my back, my palms resting on his neck while I was deepening the kiss. It was like we were moving in slow motion, yet it felt explosive and intense. His hands moved down, where he rubbed my hard on through the sweatpants, until he slid them off me like butter. I moved to the side, grinding on his bulge, but not for long. I heard his muffled moans, he was kissing my neck and spreading my butt cheeks, rubbing my entrance with the tip of his hard dick.

"Oh, fuck." Moans were escaping my mouth as well, especially when he pushed a finger in and then two. I was ready for him pretty quick, the desire and need to feel him inside me were always burning me up when we were together.

"Fuck me." I whispered and just seconds later, he stopped teasing me and slowly slid it in. It felt like I was sucked into another dimension, a place where pleasure was everything a person can feel. He started slow but didn't pick up the pace as he normally would; he kept fucking me slowly, intensely with a lot of passion. I turned my head as he leaned in until our lips melted away in a soft and sloppy kiss together. It took us both a bit longer to cum, but the climax was much stronger than the usual. I moaned out his name as my hands gripped the sheets tight when I started shaking and shivering.

"Oh my god, Jack." I moaned out, still he did not stop. He kept on going, his hand sliding down again, this time taking a hold of my fully erect dick; he started stroking, making my orgasm never-ending. He was panting and I could hear him moaning in my ear, knowing that he's right on the edge.
"Come for me, Jacky." It's all I needed to say and he came. I felt him release the sweet sensation inside me, then and there. Seconds later, my warm sticky fluid came dripping down on my stomach and his hand. He made me cum, twice.

"Holy fuck, Alex... I-I love you... so fucking much." He mumbled, trying to catch his breath. I felt so vulnerable but so strong, every time he said those words to me. I grabbed a tissue from the nightstand and quickly cleaned myself up, wiping his hand as well. Then I turned to the other side, so I was lying there, staring into his beautiful chocolaty eyes.
"I love you Jack, it's swallowing me up and I don't mind. Not even a fucking bit. This is it, it's you; forever." I said.
He leaned in and pressed another kiss on my sticky lips.

"I'm so lucky, I get to call you mine." He replied as his fingers went through my hair.

I never thought I'd get teared up over having a boyfriend, but Jack made me feel special and it was the first time for me; feeling extraordinary, all that because of him.

🌹

"I was thinking." He said.

"What?" We were still in bed, listening to a random youtube playlist.

"About the wedding, my dad. Maybe I should invite him to have lunch with me, try to talk to him like a man... you think he'd take me more seriously?" He shared.

"Well, it's not a bad idea, try to explain how you feel. I'm sure he'll listen." I replied. I was never the one to give the best advice but I know how much he wants to work things out with his dad. He wants to be accepted by him and it's normal. His father just needs to realize that him loving a guy doesn't make him any different than he was before he came out.

"I'll call him later." He said. I nodded and smiled. "Now..." He continued. "Let's get you cuddled." He put his arm over me and held me close.

I heard knocking on the door at around 6, so I got up to see who it was. Jack was still asleep so I opened the door slowly. There was an older man in a suit standing there, looking like he's lost.

"Yes?" I mumbled.

"Alexander Gaskarth?" He asked. His blue eyes gave me a sympathetic look when I nodded, almost like he knew me. At first I thought it was Jack's father but I couldn't think of a reason why he'd be nice to me.

"Do you know who I am?" He then asked but I still had no clue.

"No, sir... Sorry." I shook my head. He looked disappointed and I didn't really get why.

"It's me, dad." He said. I though he was joking but the longer I stared at him, the more I remembered; it was all coming back to me. The image was still blurry but I caught a few details.

"Excuse me?" I spat out, beyond surprised. I was shocked, how did he find me and more important, why? I don't need him anymore.

"Don't you recognize me?" He asked me but I just stayed quiet.

"Alex, who is it?" I heard Jack from the back. Slowly, he was making his way to the door. "Oh, hello." He greeted the man that claimed to be my dad.

"Hi, I'm sorry to bother you... here." The man said and handed me a card; it was a business card with a name and all his numbers on it. "Call me if you'd like to talk." He sourly smiled, gave us a nod and walked away. I was frozen in place and time, standing there with my alleged father's business card in my hand. 13 years and he comes back now?

"Alex, hey." Jack gently pulled me back inside and closed the door. "Everything alright? Who was that man?" He asked but not a word came out of my mouth.
He took the card I handed him and read out loud. "William J. Gaskarth. Wait, what?"

"I think that was my dad." I said.