Jacob Alex fic

While spending time on the road in this new band, Jacob Berry has discovered two things about Alex Trimble.

One; Alex is a sweetheart in the streets, but a real asshole in the sheets.
And Two; in order to gain any kind of sweet affection from The One and Only Alex Trimble, one would have to do something extravagant.

Jacob likes being in two door. He likes touring the world and hanging out with Ben and getting to be in a band where the fans are accepting of you without knowing a thing about you. The guys were great, the fans were great, the shows were great.

Hell, even when Jacob and Alex got close, the sex was great, too. But their relationship (if it could be called that) was not at all what anyone could or would want to dream up.

They hardly had anything besides the stress-reliving sex to burn off energy after shows, or to blow off steam when they'd been trapped on the bus for far too long and had nothing to do.

Everyone knew they fucked, too.

Although Jacob would flush red when anyone so much as hinted at it, Alex did not give a fuck about what the others said. He wouldn't defend their privacy to do what they want in their free time. Hell, he'd probably lit a cigar and have a smoke while bragging to everyone about how many times he could make the blonde cum.

Jacob wondered what life was like through Alex's eyes. Where do you find the dignity to fuck someone countless times without even an "I love you" somewhere in there?

Jacob had said "I love you" once. It was dark and they were tangled up in the sheets and Jacob cried it out with such confidence as he reached his peak, as he gripped at Alex's shoulders, careful not to tug on the ends of the orange hair that was trapped under his long fingers, as he hoped, for a brief moment, that Alex would return some hint of care.

Right after, they finished. Alex left without a word.

Jacob apologized the next day and blamed it on the alcohol they consumed previous to the session. Although the dark may have hindered Jacob's ability to see, he definitely heard the sigh Alex gave, and he could barley make out the way Alex shuffled out of the room. But he could tell it wasn't in the usual confident posture the man usually had.

It was far different that what Jacob was used to. Jacob was used to Dan. Dan, who returned the words no matter hat context was behind them. Dan, who caressed and covered Jacob's face with kisses. Dan, who held Jacob when it was all said and done, and fell asleep tangled with the taller man.

Alex wasn't at all like Dan. The only good thing Jacob could think of off the top of his head is that Alex never left the room until after both of them had climaxed. He made sure no one was left to finish the job on their own, even if it meant fucking Jacob for a-whole-nother hour until the blonde finally came.
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They're at a party. There's music, and several drunk people singing along. Ben's leaning on the wall, taking in to a phone. Who even owns a house phone anyways?

Kevin and Sam are downing bottles of alcohol sitting side by side behind the DJ table, control which song is being played and what's being remixed.

Jacob's conversing with two girls. He's been floating in and out of other people's conversations for lock of someone to actually talk to. It's small talk.

"How was the show" and "how's the party" and "how's the drinks"

Alex steps up beside him, giving a smile to the two girls in front of them.

"Great show," one of the girls says, looking down at the ice in her cup.

"Thanks," Alex replies with a smile. His voice is cool, deep, collected. He's lost his accent from all his time spent away from home. "Why have it all we got."

One of Alex's hands snakes around Jacob's waist from behind. He rests his hand on Jacob's hip and gently rubs at it in a suggestive manner.

The girls don't notice. They start talking amongst themselves.

Jacob bites his lip and looks around, everyone is doing their own thing. No one will notice if they slip away. No one even notices that Alex's too close for anything innocent.

"Okay," he sighs. He's not exactly in the mood. He was tired, and a little tipsy, and had a bit of a headache, but maybe it'll make him feel better. He figures he'll just give in to Alex every time the man comes around. It's the most he can do.

He lets Alex drag him off to a room that's away from everyone else. He's not sure what the room is used for, maybe conferences or something, but there's a table in the middle and Jacob knows he's gonna end up bent over it pretty soon.

Alex shuts the door behind him. He leaves the light off, but there's just enough light from under the door and the windows to see the shape of Jacob.

"Are you gonna close the window?" Jacob asks, looking over at the curtains and blinds wide open. He can see a large yard. There's people outside and big tiki-torches stuck in the ground and the muffled sound of people having a good time out there.

"No."

"But what if someone looks in and sees-"

"The won't." Alex grunts, already working on getting his fly open with one hand. "And even if they did, it's not a big deal. What are they gonna do? Tell my girlfriend? She already knows, pal."

He nudged Jacob toward the table. The young blonde feel's a bit intimidated. Alex is bossy, but Jacob is determined to have some kind of authority.

"We're not doing it dry," Jacob says firmly, stopping Alex.

"Of course," he feels something hit him and fall to the floor. He realizes Alex has thrown something at him. "Why didn't you catch it?!"

"I don't even know what that is!"

"It's your lube. Now get it and prep yourself. We don't have much time before someone notices we're missing."

Jacob sighs and kneels to feel around in the carpet for the little bottle. He locates it and sets it on the table to undo his belt and shift his pants and boxers down. He's unconcerned with what Alex is doing as he focuses himself on getting prepared.

Some time passes and Jacob is leaning back on the table, relaxed. Alex finally approaches, grabs Jacob by the hips and flips him over, making him bend down and rest his elbows on the table.

"Finally," Jacob says sarcastically. He taps on the table with his hands. It's a pretty big table, he's unable to grab the edges, despite his arms being long.

"Shut up," Alex grumbles, taking the boys hips in his hands and steadying him before pushing in to him.

Alex moves slow, making sure he goes all the way in. Jacob's body spasms around his cock in an hurrying attempt to adjust to the sudden stretch. It makes Alex moan, deep and low.

He quickly picks his speed up, ramming his cock right in to Jacob's prostate and making the younger man moan in pleasure.

Jacob's fingers clawed at the table underneath him, moaning loudly. He was glad everyone was indulged in the music in the other room, they couldn't hear him.

The more Alex rammed in to him, the more he cold feel his climax building up.

It wasn't long before Jacob was cumming, clenching around Alex.

"That feels so fucking good," Alex grunts, grabbing Jacob's hips and holding the boy steady as he came inside of him.

"Why inside of me?" Jacob whines.

"Shut up, you know you liked it," Alex replies, tucking himself back in to his pants while Jacob lifted his own and fixed his belt.


They quickly made themselves presentable, and headed back in to the party.


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Jacob always gave in to Alex.

The frontman had him wrapped up around his finger.

Anytime Alex needed a quick fuck, Jacob Berry was there. Even when Jacob didn't want to, he still gave in.

For Jacob, unfortunately, it was more than just sex. Unlike Alex, Jacob felt something more. He felt...feelings. Underneath the unclean deed between the two of them, Jacob felt an attraction of the heart.

His heart fluttered, each time Alex came around and suggestively touched Jacob or gives him bedroom eyes. He couldn't help but agree, no matter when and where.

Berry decides he has to crush these feelings before they surface.

The first thing he can do is start by saying no.



Today was a slow day. A day off. They didn't have to be on the road until tomorrow at 10 in the morning.

Sam had located an arcade and Kevin and Ben happily accompanied him to go play games to fight boredom.

Jacob stays behind, claiming he'll catch up with them in a couple've hours. He's tired and has a headache. He's not in the mood to be around loud sounds and flashing lights at the moment.

He pops two painkillers in to his mouth the cure the headache and washed them down with the water bottle he had in his hands. He's standing in front of the small sink in the bus, too distracted to hear the sound of someone coming up behind him. He jumps, startled, when two hands are placed on his hips. But he already knows who they belong to.

"Hey," Alex's deep but soft voice sounds behind him. It's flirtatious, and despite them being the only two on the bus at the moment, quiet.

"Hey." Jacob replies, taking another sip of his water before closing it off and putting get on the counter. "Did you just wake up?"

"No." Jacob stiffens as Alex wraps his arms around the boy's waist instead. "I've been awake, and bored. And I came looking for the guy who can cure my boredom." There's a suggestive tone to Alex's words, and Jacob nearly gives himself up before he remembers what he'd promises himself. "Cmon," Alex says, "what do you say?"

"No." Jacob says firmly. "I don't want to."

"Oh?" Alex raises a thin brow and unhooked his arms from the slender body before him. "Well, then." He turns and leaves the room, heading back toward the bunks.

Almost immediately, Jacob changes his mind.

"Alex, come back," he calls, walking after the shorter man. The shorter man turns around and smirks.

"I knew you'd want it."

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That night I hadn't been as rough or fast. It more more intimate, and although Jacob was content with that, it also bothered him.

He didn't want to give in to Alex, he didn't plan to, but those cold green eyes had won him over.

This night, Jacob tries distract himself with shots, glasses of alcohol, and trying not to fall off his barstool, which is too close to the bar for his long legs to fit comfortably.

It's not long before he feels someone hovering behind him, hands on his hips, and a warm exhale of breath on the back of his neck. He knows it's Alex.

Maybe it's the alcohol in his system, but he feels a sudden boost of confidence.

He's going to tell Alex that they need to put a stop to this.

"Wanna get out of here?" Alex says in Jacob's ear.

The music and chatter of others in the par provides too much noise for Jacob to speak comfortably. Instead he nods and stands up, leaving a few dollars underneath his glass to pay for his last drink, and stepping out of the bar with Alex in tow.

The pair walks all the way back to the bus in silence, Alex opens the door quickly and ushers Jacob inside, and as soon as their alone and safely inside, Alex pins Jacob against the cabinets beside the sink.

"Alex, I didn't come here to...to have sex," Jacob says, jamming his arm between them and creating some distance. "I need to talk to you."

"Talk? Can't we save it for later?"

"No." Jacob shakes his head. "This...this can't go on like this. I'm tired of just...just being here when you need to get off. I can't take it anymore, I can't take it that the only time you ever look at me is when you're looking down on me, I can't take it that the only time we spend alone together is for your pleasure, and I can't take it that you never care about the way all of this makes me feel! This thing that we have between us, I can't keep it up. I already tried to tell you how I felt one and you walked out on me! And me, being naive and stupid, I made some kind of excuse for myself so I could keep you around, so I could drag this thing out…"

Alex's words come after a moment of quiet. He fixes Jacob with a cold glare. "Jacob, there's not supposed to be any feelings at all. We talked about this. There is nothing between us. We fuck, we get on with our lives."

"I know, I know that's how it's supposed to be but I—…I...I–"

"You what, you love me? You have feelings for me? You want something more than a fling? You want what we said we wouldn't have, Jacob?"

Jacob Berry's already broken heart shatters in to smaller pieces. He already knew it but hearing the words out of Alex's mouth made it hurt worse. He looked down at his shoes, avoiding eye contact so Alex couldn't see the tears forming in his eyes.

"I can't keep pretending I don't have feelings for you," Jacob had finished quietly.

"Well it must really suck to be you," Alex said, zipping his jacket up and walking off the bus, leaving Jacob in tears.

The blonde climbed in to his bunk, burying his face in his pillows to muffle his sobs incase anyone else decided to come back to the bus early.

It had hurt so bad, he felt the heaviness and physical pain in his chest. The tears soaked his pillow and he cried until his face felt hot and he was too tired to keep his eyes open any longer.

Alex Trimble has broken his heart.