danisnotonjackfics

[danisnotonjackfics]

Yoga. Of all fucking things, what a joke.

Sure, Dan was feeling down lately. But he certainly didn’t expect his therapist of two years to throw him this curveball and turn him into the cliche of the century.

He could see it now: “depressed man goes on a journey of self discovery and finds his way to happiness through yoga”.

No thanks.

He scoffs at his thoughts, forgetting he’s still in the therapist’s office, causing her to clear her throat.

“Daniel, it’s something you haven’t tried yet. And what have we said about trying new things?”

“That i have to stay open to them” Dan groans.

“And?” She counters.

“And that there’s no one cure to depression, so i need to try different things”.

She seems to approve of this answer as she smiles and writes something down on a sheet of paper.

“Happi Yoga Studio—Coventry st, Soho”

——————————————————

Dan still isn’t feeling optimistic as he arrives at the studio, brand new yoga mat under one arm. He’d chosen a plain black one, which doesn’t seem to mesh with the rainbow he’s assaulted with as he peers in the window.

A class is in session, all of the men and women decked out in colorful yoga leggings and tank tops. Even their mats are ridiculously bright.

Fuck.

Thankfully though, Dan has opted for a private lesson with an instructor, so he doesn’t have to worry about being judged by other people.

Just the instructor.

Dan agonizes over this thought as he stands by the door, having to remember words from his therapist in order to open it.

This feels pitiful enough until he’s forced to walk through the class happening in the main studio to get to the private room in the back, all while trying not to step on anyone or knock anyone over with his rolled up mat.

He knocks awkwardly, and is greeted after a moment by an annoyingly beautiful man. “Jackson”. Jackson’s hair is thrown up into a man bun atop his head, and he’s sporting a plain v neck t shirt and billowy pants with some rip-off Indian print on them. Dan looks down at his own band t shirt and sweatpants ensemble and internally curses. Fuck his therapist

Jackson is nice enough, he tells Dan to call him Jack as he invites him in and motions him to lay his mat out and sit down on it. Jack has his own sprawled out at the front of the room, a shrine of some sort set up behind it.

“So uh, how’d you get into all this?” Dan gestures toward his setup as he unrolls his own mat.

“Yoga?”

“Uh, yeah. Or just like, the hippy shit?” Dan reminds himself never to speak again as soon as he says it.

Thankfully though, Jack laughs.

“I was with someone who introduced me to it. After we broke up, I realized how much easier yoga made that process. And just eating healthier, and like—appreciating things more. If that’s being a hippy, so be it. It makes me happier and that’s all that matters, right?”

“So it’ll make me happy?” Dan asks, and Jack smiles at him. His eyes are warm and kind, and Dan actually begins to feel safe.

“I promise”

————————————————-

Dan feels better about the second lesson. And no, it’s not just because he had to suppress a boner the entire time Jack fixed his posture when showing him the basics during the first class.

He definitely didn’t jerk off when he got home while thinking about whether or not Jack had boxers on underneath those pants of his.

Okay, so he totally did. He couldn’t help it. Jack was just so pretty, and Dan was lonely, okay? This was part of the reason why he was so fucking depressed, dammit. Some cock wouldn’t hurt.

So, he shows up at the studio exactly a week later, yoga mat under his arm and a devious plan up his metaphorical sleeve.

Jack looks annoyingly beautiful as usual when he opens the door to their private room and invites Dan in.

“Hi Jack” Dan singsongs.

“You’re in a good mood” Jack points out and Dan smiles.

“I’ve been practicing” he lies. “I was going to try some new positions, but i think I need some help with my posture”

“Oh!” Jack beams. “Sure, sure thing. Let’s see them”

Dan gets into downward dog, wiggling his ass a little as he does so. “I know this one’s basic, but I don’t know if my back is straight enough?”

“Oh” Jack says, “don’t worry about that, just relax and try to stretch it out”

Dan stretches further, sticking his ass out even more.

“How’s this?” He asks.

He swears jack’s breath hitches a little when he tells him it looks good.

Before he knows it, Jack is helping him do a backstand with one hand gripping just above his ass. Unfortunately, as soon as Jack lets go, Dan falls.

Dan laughs, sprawled out like an idiot on his mat.

“You weren’t focused on your breathing!” Jack scolds him, but can’t help but laugh.

“You’re lucky you’re cute”.

He wishes he could take it back, or at least brush it off, but Dan’s eyes are boring into his. Neither says anything for what feels like an eternity.

“Can I ask you something?” Dan finally speaks.

“Sure” Jack says, sitting on Dan’s mat across from him.

“The person you were seeing that got you into yoga, male or female?”

“Female” Jack says. “Why?”

Dan looks down at his feet. “Nothing, no reason.”

He flinches in surprise when Jack takes his face in his hand, forcing him to look at him.

“Do you have a crush on me, Daniel?”

“No” Dan lies. Suddenly his plan is backfiring. But Jack has one of his own.

“So,” Jack begins. “If I do this” and then he kisses Dan in one swift motion—“you wouldn’t like it?”

Dan’s heart is leaping out of his chest. His hot yoga instructor just fucking kissed him. But he’s greedy, he wants more. He grabs Jack and kisses him again, slipping his tongue into his mouth.

“Please” he whimpers as he pulls away.

“We still have 20 minutes. Get on your knees” Jack orders.

Dan does as he says as Jack stands up, and he immediately notices how hard his cock is in his stupid billowy pants.

He looks up to find Jack already looking at him, an eager smile pulling at his lips.

“Go ahead” he encourages in a whisper.

Dan pulls Jack’s pants down, his hard cock springing free.

He teases him at first, licking up the length of either side of him slowly, causing Jack to moan impatiently. Then Dan laps up the tiny bits of pre come that have formed at his tip, and envelops the tip of his cock in his lips. He suckles on him, and Jack gets increasingly frustrated before grabbing at Dan’s hair and pulling at a fistful of it.

Finally, he takes his entire cock in his mouth, letting it hit the back of his throat and holding it there. He looks up at Jack with innocent eyes, causing him to curse.

“fuck...Jesus Christ, that’s so hot” jack manages in between sharp inhales.

Dan pulls off of him and then back down again, holding him at the back of his throat a little longer each time. He gags on it slightly, sending vibrations through Jack’s hard cock. Jack knows he won’t last long if Dan keeps doing this, so he takes matters into his own hands.

He fucks Dan’s pretty little mouth.

It’s slow and sloppy at first, but Dan doesn’t fight him. Jack swears he chuckles a little, as much as a person can chuckle with a mouth full of cock. He lets Jack find a rhythm as he looks up at him with those puppydog eyes. Jack continues to look down at him, even as he’s whining and growling, getting closer and closer to cumming down Dan’s throat.

“So close baby, gonna swallow my load?”

Dan nods, and then begins to suck Jack down deeper in sync with his own motions. It’s insane how good he is, never once faltering or choking. And all the time, he just keeps looking at Jack—those big brown eyes begging for him to cum in his mouth.

When he does, Dan closes them. He listens as Jack curses breathily, releasing onto Dan’s tongue. At the end, he’s humming and lazily fucking his mouth in slow, long strokes.

He pulls it out only so he can watch as Dan tongues his cum around his mouth and then swallows it, looking up at him for approval.

“Fuck” Jack laughs, “my dirty little cockslut”

Dan just smiles. He thinks he’s going to like his new yoga instructor.

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I Got Sunshine on a Cloudy Day

Dan lays there, post-coitus and gleaming with sweat, barely able to catch his breath. It’s he and Jack’s anniversary--another year passed and more than anything, he’s happy. For a moment, as he lays there waiting for Jack to come back with a rag and two glasses of water, he considers how insane it is. For the last three years, three, he hasn’t felt alone. Of course this is mostly due to the fact that he hasn’t been alone. He’s had a partner in crime, a soulmate.

​

But it’s deeper than that. Jack knows exactly how to pick up on Dan’s low mood the moment it dips. He knows Dan’s favorite brand of dark chocolate, his favorite anime. He makes him feel seen and validated. It’s the most loved he’s ever felt in his life.

​

So when Jack comes back into the room, struggling to juggle the various items in his hands, Dan doesn’t laugh like he normally would. And right on cue, Jack notices--even in the dim light of their bedroom.

​

“What’s up?” he asks, carefully leaning down to place one of the glasses down on the table and using his newly free hand to grab the rag that’s nestled under his opposite arm.

​

“Do you remember when we met?” Dan responds.

Jack tosses the rag at him. “Mhm.”

“Tell me.”

Jack climbs into bed and turns to face him. “What,” he laughs, “You don’t remember? Was the sex that good?”

“No,” Dan whines. “I just want to hear your version.”

Jack is silent for a moment, and Dan thinks he may have actually drifted off. It wouldn’t be the first time he passed out minutes after they finished. But then he chuckles, so quiet that if the TV in the room where a decibel higher in volume, he might’ve missed it. Then the screen brightens, illuminating Jack’s amused face.

“What?” Dan asks.

“Nothing. It’s just, you were so nervous.”

Dan throws the rag at him. “Hey! I was not!”

“Yes you were” Jack says. “I had just walked into the therapist’s office. It was my second appointment.” He reaches over and begins absentmindedly tracing circles on Dan’s shoulder.

“You were sitting in one of the chairs reading some tabloid magazine. I sat down next to you and you just kept reading the same page over and over again.”

“I was not” Dan mumbles.

“Were too.”

“Maybe I was just really interested.”

“It was a soap opera tabloid. You watch soap operas?”

“Whatever” Dan grumbles. “I didn’t know you were keeping tabs on me.”

“What can I say,” Jack smiles, “You were cute.”

Dan wants to argue, he really does. But a stupid blush has crept across his face and he can’t risk bringing attention to it. So he lets Jack continue.

“I was nervous too though,” Jack admits. “Here I was, about to go in for my second therapy session ever and as if I wasn’t nervous enough to spill my heart out to some woman I’d only known for a week. And here’s this--” he turns to Dan, cupping his face in his hand-- “Devishly handsome guy right next to me, and he looks so disheveled it’s adorable.”

Now there’s absolutely no way Dan can hide the wave of absolute giddiness that washes over him. In his defense, he’s not usually like this. But something about the way Jack is showering him in adoration right now has him unsure of which way is up.

“You got called in for your appointment,” he continues. “I got called in shortly after to see my therapist. I probably went on about absolute nonsense because the entire time, all I could think about was you. I just hoped your appointment would run a few minutes long or something so I could catch you before you left.”

“And it didn’t,” Dan remembers. “He was trying to tell me that I had to be more open with other people and was encouraging me to go to this yoga class. I got so defensive that I got up and left halfway through my session.”

“Mhm,” Jack hums.

“I completely changed therapists. I started going to someone in an entirely different part of the city. And then she suggested yoga to me too on the very first session. I guess I kind of just gave in.”

​“Thank god you did,” Jack smiles and presses a kiss to his cheek.

***

Dan tiptoes into the yoga studio, closing the door as quietly as he can behind him. Unfortunately, it still makes a “thud” as the door hits the frame and he cringes, head hanging low as he shuffles into the large open room.

There’s already about 10 people there, all sitting quietly on their mats. The class hasn’t technically started yet. He has about three more minutes. But most of the attendees seem to be pretty zenned out already. He wonders if he got the right class.

He frantically fishes his phone out of his jacket pocket and double checks the event pass he downloaded. Yep, a beginner’s class. He’s relieved for a moment but then his anxiety returns as quickly as it went. If it’s a beginners class, why does everyone here look so experienced?

He pushes the negative thoughts to the back of his head for the time being and finds an empty spot at the back of the studio to lay down his mat. There’s one person to his right, a guy in his early to mid twenties, his hair tied up in a man bun. He looks far too calm and too attractive to be taking the same yoga class as Dan. He had hoped everyone here would also have been referred by their therapists. That’s looking not to be the case.

Dan clumsily rolls out his mat, plopping himself down on it just as the instructor emerges from seemingly nowhere. She’s so ginger with her steps that she looks like she’s walking on air, and her voice reminds him of what fairies always sound like in movies. He thinks that maybe yoga is not for him. But then, he remembers that his therapist told him he can’t give up on things the moment he feels uncomfortable. He has to push through his discomfort. Curse his therapist’s good advice.

The class isn’t awful, but some of these “beginner” poses feel like they should require two hours of stretching beforehand. And then there’s the guy next to him, who he’s discovered looks pretty even when he sweats, and he does every pose flawlessly. It’s like his body is made from some beautiful, shiny rubber.

And he swears he hears him giggle at him when he can’t get himself into lotus pose. This is it, he’s going to break both of his legs and he’ll never be able to get himself into a pair of skinny jeans again.

But then something miraculous happens. The class ends and as he struggles to re-roll his mat, someone taps him on the shoulder.

He turns around only to find him, his smile far too beautiful to be real, and the helpful hand he’s extending decked out in oversized rings that make him want to let out a desperate little cry. (He hasn’t been laid in far too long and he has a thing for hands, okay?)

“Let me help” he says, and kneels down, effortlessly rolling up the mat tightly and securing it in its velcro strap.

“Thanks” Dan mumbles, unable to look him in the eye.

“No problem, mate.” the guy says. “I’m Jack, by the way.”

Dan finally looks up at him, meeting his kind gaze.

“I’m Dan.”

“Well Dan,” Jack says, “Do you want to go grab a bite to eat? I’m starving.”

***

Dan learns over lunch with Jack at some upscale vegan sushi place he’s never been to in Soho that Jack started going to yoga because he was told it would be a good opportunity for him to make some new friends. And just as Dan is about to tell him he has a hard time believing that Jack has trouble making friends, Jack asks him why he started going.

“Clearly not because you wanted to show off your flexibility,” he teases.

Dan rolls his eyes. “If you must know, it’s because my therapist also told me I should go.” He recalls his therapist told him he should try being more open, but something tells him that was the wrong thing to say.

“I guess we have more in common than we thought,” Jack says.

“What?” Dan asks.

“My therapist is the one who told me I should go too.”

And just like that, Dan feels a little less alone.

“Can I ask you something?” Dan mutters, before he can talk himself out of it.

“Sure.”

“Were you laughing at me because I looked stupid?”

“Oh, absolutely.” Jack deadpans. Then he cracks a smile. “But it was really endearing.”

“Endearing?” Dan questions.

“Is that okay?” Jack asks.

Just then, Dan realizes that this cute guy hasn’t just asked him to lunch because he pities him or even because he wants to be his friend, he likes him. How can this be real?

Unable to string words together, he just nods and Jack laughs.

But then Dan feels like he shouldn’t leave Jack hanging. Maybe it’s the yoga or maybe it’s the fact that an insanely hot guy has actually taken interest in him. Whatever the reason, he suddenly has courage.

“You’re really endearing too, you know.”

Jack’s smile disappears, his eyes suddenly a lot darker than Dan recalls them being. He reaches under the table and places a hand gently on Dan’s knee. When Dan’s mouth falls the slightest bit agape, he slides the hand farther up his thigh.

“I know it’s the middle of the day,” Jack smirks, “But do you want to come back to my place?”

***

“Maybe” Dan starts, his head now on Jack’s chest, his fingers gently caressing his cheek, “Our therapists were married and they decided to set us up.”

“Set us up?” Jack laughs.

“Yeah,” Dan says. “They both had these pathetic patients who cried in their sessions about not being able to find love and feeling lonely and depressed and they though, ‘We need to help these guys.’”

“Are you calling me pathetic?” Jack sits up suddenly, half-appalled, but still laughing.

“You came onto me in a beginner’s yoga class that you were clearly too advanced for.”

“And you couldn’t roll up your yoga mat” Jack retaliates.

Instead of arguing, Dan flips over so that he’s straddling him, his still bare cock brushing against Jack’s. He watches as his boyfriend’s breath hitches and chuckles at him. He can’t believe he was ever nervous around this dork.

Despite it being undeniable that he still has his low days, days he doesn’t want to get out of bed and instead would rather lay under the covers and wallow in his own sadness, something has changed in these past three years. He has someone who will let him do so, but be there waiting for him with a greasy pizza and an episode of Game of Thrones ready to go when he’s feeling up for it. And when Jack is feeling down, he’ll do the same for him (except with an acai bowl and a nature documentary).

He thinks as he looks down at his perfect boyfriend, who’s checking him out like it’s the first time they made love, that this is what it’s like to be truly, indescribably happy.

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be in my eyes, be in my heart

*title from flowers in your hair by the lumineers, this sucks im sorry bye

She was perfect. From her little auburn curls that sprung up on her head, down to her ten tiny toes that wiggled around when she laughed. With a big, gummy smile on her face, Fiona Elizabeth Harries reached a chubby baby arm and made grabby hands at her two uncles.

Jack and Dan had just entered the restaurant where they were supposed to meet up with Finn and his wife Emma, and their precious one year old daughter. As soon as Jack caught a glimpse of his niece, he grabbed Dan’s hand and yanked him behind him, trailing through the restaurant and over to where they were sitting in the booth. 

“There my favorite girl in the whole world! Look at how big you are!” Jack cooed at Fiona, lifting her out of Finn’s arms and peppering kisses all over her chubby cheeks, causing her to shriek with laughter. “I’m sorry Uncle Jack and Uncle Dan missed your birthday last month”

The two men had spent the last month in South Africa. Jack had been shooting a documentary about the Cape of Good Hope, and how it’s coastline is receding further and further back due to the melting of the polar ice caps near Antarctica. Dan had tagged along, not wanting to be without his fiance for the extended period of time he would be away(they’d done long distance before, and vowed to never do it again if they could help it), and the two had ended up missing Fiona’s birthday back in August.

“Nice to see you too, little brother.” Finn chuckled, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

Jack bounced Fiona up and down in his arms as he greeted his brother and sister-in-law. Dan ran a big hand through Fiona’s curls and kissed her on the forehead quickly. 

“Happy late birthday Fi-- I know you don’t know what I’m saying, but you sure are cute” Dan chuckled, before turning and giving Finn a quick side hug, and then to Emma as well. Jack rolled his eyes at Dan. “How was the first birthday party?”

“It was quite lovely, to be honest” Emma smiled, taking a sip of her water. “I feel like I was so stressed out trying to plan for it, but I mean, it’s a baby’s birthday party. All she really cared about was getting to smash her hands into the birthday cake and play with the bits of paper streamers.”

“Aw, I’m still bummed we missed it though.” Dan smiled. He looked over at his fiance and niece, and his heart swelled. Jack was bouncing Fiona on his lap and making funny faces at her, making her giggle loudly and shove her tiny hands in his face. Seeing him with her always made Dan think of how good a dad Jack would be. He was always so good with kids. Dan, not so much, but then again it’s not like they’d be having a child any time soon, what with all the traveling they did. Plus the fact that they were both dudes.

The waitress came over and took everyone drink orders, then returned and took their lunch orders. The two couples chatted more about Fiona’s birthday party, like who came, what kinds of gifts she got, and also just reminisced about the last year since Fiona had been born.

Like how when Emma’s water broke and Finn had texted Jack to tell him, Jack hauled Dan out of bed at five in the morning so that the two of them could be at the hospital. Dan didn’t even change out of his pajamas, and the two men had ransacked a twentyfour hour Asda for all the cutest stuffed animals for their brand new niece. 

And how when Fiona was three months old, Jack had volunteered himself and Dan to stay over Finn and Emma’s apartment for a few nights to take care of the baby while the two new parents got some much needed shut eye. 

“It was kind of fun to play house those few days” Dan laughed, knocking his knees into Jack’s underneath the table. Glancing down at his plate, he felt a heat rise up his neck and a blush fill his cheeks at the idea of being a daddy to a little baby of their own. 

He imagined Jack in the kitchen making little pancakes for their child, dancing around and making silly faces to make their baby laugh like he did to Fiona. He imagined him and Jack reading bedtime stories, and decorating their child’s nursery or bedroom. It was never really something that Dan put much thought into before--the idea of starting up their own little family, but it all of a sudden was niggling at the back of his mind.

Towards the end of the meal, Finn excused himself to go to the restroom, and Emma stepped outside to make a phone call to her mum, leaving Dan and Jack with Fiona, who was starting to look a little tired and quite ready for a nap after all the excitement of seeing her uncles.

“Aw, Dan, babe she looks so cute all sleepy! Hold her, I want to take a little video!” Jack grinned, lifting her up gently over the table and handing her to Dan, who put her down on his lap and cradled her to him. She looked up at Dan with her large hazel eyes, which were the exact same color as Jack and Finn’s, and let out the biggest little yawn. Dan’s heart just about melted, and he leant down to plop another kiss onto the top of her head.

“You’re so good with her” Jack smiled, pointing his video camera at the two of them. “You’d make such a good dad.”

“What? Me?” Dan popped his head up, chuckling in disbelief. “What about you, Mr. Uncle of the Year? I swear when you see her you act like she’s your own daughter.” 

They both had to admit, with Finn and Jack being identical twins, and Emma having long dark brown hair and deep brown eyes, Fiona could pass as being a good mix of Jack and Dan, if that were even possible. Dan gazed down at the now dozing one year old in his arms, and sighed contentedly. 

“D-do you think, I mean, is that something you’d want?” Dan stumbled over his words, unsure of how to phrase them. “Like, having a child? Someday?” 

He chanced a glance up to meet his fiance’s eyes, big and green and staring deeply into his own dark brown ones. The look on his face was so loving and earnest, it made Dan’s heart skip a beat. 

“Of course, babe. With you.”

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Ditandai (Pt I)

Life was currently perfect.

The soft, ocean breeze flowed through the air, causing the stray chestnut hairs that fell from Jack’s bun to flutter around his face. Eyes closed, he stood in the sand; left leg bent inwards, foot against his inner right thigh, hands outstretched above his head, palms pressed together in Vrikshasana pose. In through his nose, out through his mouth, Jack breathed in and out, allowing his mind to drift back and relive the past twenty four hours.

Jackson Harries was a married man.

Jackson Harries-Howell, that was...now.

Less than twenty four hours ago, Jack was stood, hand-in-hand, across from the love of his life. Him and Dan had quickly concluded that with their love for travel and warm weather, they would get married and spend their honeymoon in the gorgeous Bali in Indonesia. They had flown from London, and essentially eloped; the ceremony consisting of only the two of them, the official, and an elderly native couple who served as witnesses.

They did short but heartfelt, self written vows; both causing each other to well up with tears and bite their lips from crying and laughing. When the official declared they ‘may now kiss their husband’, Jack had to hold himself back from attacking those lips he’d been so lucky to have become so familiar with over the last five years.

After the short ceremony, of course the two had to consummate the new marriage. They had rented a small but cozy bungalow on the island for two weeks, and the two newlyweds made a mad dash for it as soon as they could.

And, man, who ever said married sex wasn’t as good as single sex obviously wasn’t fucking Dan Howell.

The evening was filled with wandering touches, mischievous kisses, and sultry caresses. The high temperature of the island was only part of the reasoning the two men were left sticky with sweat, breathing heavy even as they clung to each other; minute after minute, hour after hour, forever unable to get enough of one another.

Jack eased his palms from above his head downward slowly until they were aligned with his heart, inhaling and exhaling another deep breath, even as a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Picturing the parting of his husband’s lips, imagining the soft moan that escaped them as he licked and sucked at the skin along his husband’s throat...and shoulders...and collarbones...all the way down his body until he reached his husband’s delicious---

“JACKSON FRAYN HARRIES”

Jack’s balance was thrown off, and he toppled over onto the soft sand at the sound of Dan’s voice bellowing from inside their bungalow. That couldn’t be good. He quickly gathered his wits, brushing the sand from off his flowy printed pants as best he could before rolling up his mat and rushing up the beach to find the source of the shouting.

“What happened? What’s wrong?” Jack asked as he entered the front door that had been partially left open. He found Dan in the bathroom, dressed only in a pair of boxers as he stared angry at his own reflection in the mirror.

“This is all your fault! I look like a fucking idiot” Dan groaned, back still towards Jack, blocking most of his vision of the mirror.

“What are you talking about?” Jack asked, puzzled.

“Don’t play dumb, Jack” Dan huffed, rolling his eyes. Now that Jack could see in the reflection.

“I’m not playing anything! What the matter--oh.” Jack began, but halted when Dan turned around to face him finally, revealing his usually pristine porcelain skin that was now littered in bright red and dark purple, mouth shaped marks.

“Yeah, ‘oh’. I look like a fucking lepar, Jack!” Dan scolded, turning back around to face the mirror, bringing his hand up to tough at one particularly dark hickey that decorated the side of neck. Jack followed his fingers in the mirror, watching as Dan scoped out each mark on his body. A bite mark on his left shoulder. A scratch on his right rib cage. The trail of hickeys heading down the center of his soft belly down to his pelvis, stopping right above..

“They call them love-bites for a reason, babe.” Jack offered, gnawing on his bottom lip and softly placed his hands on Dan’s hips. “I don’t see what the big deal is.”

“The ‘big deal’ is that we’re gonna be on this tropical fucking island for the next two weeks surrounded by people who are gonna take one look at me without my shirt on and think that I’m some giant cockslut!” Dan exclaimed, softly nudging Jack’s hands from his hips and brushing past his shoulder, making his way into the bedroom. Jack s furrowed his eyebrows and followed behind him, watching as his curly haired husband threw himself down face first onto the bed, letting out another annoyed groan.

“But, I mean, you are a cockslut..” the younger man tried.

“The whole world doesn’t need to know that!!” Dan cried, although it was muffled by his face being stuffed into a pillow.

Well, this was definitely not how Jack had planned his second day of marriage to go; already getting into an argument.

“Baby,” Jack tried again, laying down next to Dan on the bed, running his fingers along his shoulder and bicep, gliding softly across a few pinkened marks that were there as well. Jesus, maybe he did go a little crazy last night...but, he was high on love; sue him.

Dan lifted his face from the pillow and sighed softly as Jack began softly treading his fingers through his dark brown curls, scratching gently at his scalp in this super relaxing secret method he had somehow perfected over the years. Dan didn’t know how, but the technique always somehow managed to make him less upset, no matter how angry he was at his annoyingly hot husband.

“I just look so dumb, it’s embarrassing.” He mumbled quietly, trailing off and closing his eyes at the relaxing touches.

Jack sighed, continuing the motions in lieu of arguing back, not wanting to do anything to further upset him. After about fifteen minutes, soft snores began to escape from Dan, dozed off thanks to Jack’s combing and caresses. He’d let his gentle giant rest.

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Swipe Right-Kristen

“Dan, mate, it’s been three months since you and Phil broke up. It’s time to get back on the horse and move on.” Andrew said, clapping Dan on the back supportively, before brushing past him to rip open the drawn shades to let the bright sunlight fill the previously dark bedroom.

Andrew had been one of Dan’s only real friends from back home in Reading, where he was currently back residing for the time being. After him and his ex boyfriend, Phil, broke up, Dan couldn’t bring himself to jump straight into apartment searching, and instead decided to make an extremely overdue visit to his parent’s house after moving out of the shared flat. The visit ended up becoming more of a semi permanent deal, with Dan claiming to just to be making up retroactively for all the holidays and family gathering he’d missed out on over the last few years.

His teenage bedroom was oddly comforting as he spent most days and nights huddled up in there, alternating between sulking and jerking off. His mother, bless her, had finally gotten to the point of personally calling up her son’s old best mate, in hopes he’d be able to get him out of this funk.

“Yeah, because three months seems like a completely ridiculous amount of time to take to get over a relationship that lasted for three years.” Dan bit back sarcastically, attempting to pull the hood of his sweatshirt over his head, trying to shield the harsh daylight from coming into contact with his pale skin. Andrew only huffed back in annoyance and yanked the hood back down, then placed both hands down on either of his friend’s shoulders.

“Look, I know it seems like the end of the world that your relationship ended, but I promise you it’s not.” Andrew said sincerely. “We’re still young, and you’re a great dude. And there’s tons of equally great people out there that you’ve yet to meet. We need to get you out of this house and back out into the world, and see if we can round some of ‘em up for ya.”

Dan looked up, unconvinced. Andrew groaned again.

“Well you at least need to get laid or something. You’ve been acting like a fucking twat.”

“Well excuse me for-”

“The amount of dick and pussy that’s available for you, it’s ridiculous. Fucking bisexuality, man. Got the best of both worlds. Let’s see what we can do.” Andrew trailed off, grabbing Dan’s iPhone from off the nightstand that was next to the bed.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“Making you a tinder. Everyone has one these days, and it’s the easiest way to find someone, whether it’s just for a hookup or your mopey ass decides to actually finally get back out there again.” Andrew shrugged, and Dan was too tired from the amount of human interaction in one day to protest. Instead, he just flopped back down onto his bed and allowed his friend to do what he wanted.

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It was another two weeks before Dan decided to reopen the Tinder app, sans Andrew’s supervision. He really wasn’t planning on using the app, his heart still too tender to be getting involved with another person so soon, but the notification claiming he had ‘New Matches Waiting for Him!’ finally got the best of him, and he let his curiosity overcome him.

Tapping on the app icon, he was greeted with a new stack of people to swipe right or left on, the message page in the corner alerted him that he had eight matches, and six messages. He hadn’t swiped right on that many people on the first and only time he’d used the app, which was the same day Andrew helped him make his profile. He was just really picky, especially lately.

Five of the matches were guys, three were girls.

None of the messages really caught his attention, they were all just different variations of ‘hey’, some followed by an emoji or two.

Dan huffed, swiping his way back to the home menu of the app, taking a bite out the spoonful of cereal that he had been having for breakfast. Even though it was three in the afternoon.

Whatever. Breakfast is a relative term.

He swiped left on about thirty profiles, ranging from blonde haired dude-bros that held red solo cups in their hands, to skinny girls with ombre hair, their face distorted by that dog snapchat filter. It’s not that these people were unattractive, but Dan could tell just from their display picture that none of them were right for him.

That was, until, a super hot guy, sporting a pair of raybans and burnt sienna colored button down over a white t shirt popped up, with the words “Super-like” appearing under his photo in bright turquoise letters.

Dan clicked on the photo inquisitively, searching for more about this guy via his profile.

Jackson, aged 23, twelve miles away.

On closer inspection, the guy, Jackson, has probably one of the most dazzling set of perfectly straight white teeth he’d ever seen, which were formed into a dorky yet cute smile. His brunette hair was on the lengthier side, enough to be able to form a man bun atop his head, with a good portion of it still falling around the sides of his face and a little down his neck. The picture seemed to be taken of him while at a nice, aesthetically pleasing outdoor cafe, one which Dan had an inkling that he recognized, but didn’t dwell on.

Dan swiped through the rest of his photos, one of him in a forest green shirt, crouching down with a larger camera in his hands, face to the viewfinder, one of him on a beach with a baseball cap and a dog in the background, and the last one was a candid of him drinking black coffee, sporting a red flannel shirt and looking absolutely….wow.

Dan shifted a bit in his chair, his not-so-morning wood causing him a sudden bit of discomfort and he flicked back and forth through the couple of pictures of this guy.

But looks weren’t everything, and Dan wasn’t exactly looking for a quick fuck; much to Andrew’s encouragement.

He scrolled down a bit on the profile.

“Hi, I’m Jack. I love food, my dog, and my camera. I occasionally talk to all three when I’m alone.”

The bio actually managed to make Dan chuckle aloud, before glancing around the family room to make sure there was no one around to witness him smiling like a dope at his phone screen. After the coast was clear, no family members in sight, he glanced back down at the app, before quickly swiping right.

After about twenty five more minutes of mindlessly left swiping, Dan ended up with no more matches, and was about to toss his phone aside onto the couch when it let out a quick ding. He scrambled to grab the phone before it could bounce off the sofa cushion, onto the floor away from him.

He had a message from Jack.

Dan chewed his bottom lip as his long fingers nervously unlocked his phone, opening up the Tinder app once again, clicking on the message bubble.

I’m going to Whole Foods, want me to pick you up anything?

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Dan probably changed about twelve times before he left for his date with Jack. They were going to meet at nine o’clock, at a cafe turned bar called Cafe Grumpy in London. They had been messaging back and forth via the Tinder app for a couple days before exchanging phone numbers and planning to meet up. It had been a little over a week and a half since Jack first messaged him, and over the span of time they had talked about quite a lot, both of them replying immediately when they had free time(which Jack seemed to have a lot less of than Dan). They were really hitting it off through text, with the conversation only dying when one of them began to fall asleep, but it would always be picked up the next morning. Hell, there was even a bit of flirting going on. At least, Dan was pretty sure he was flirting with him…

Dan walked up to the familiar figure that was standing outside the Cafe casually puffing on a cigarette, at about 9:02 pm. Usually Dan wasn’t into people, guys or girls that smoked, but something about Jack made it seem almost...kinda sexy?

Jack was sporting a plain white vneck with an undone denim button up over it, paired with skinny black trousers that has a couple small rips placed in them, and brown suede-looking boots. His long hair was partially tied up into a man bun like it was in his Tinder picture, and fuck, did he look good. Dan hoped his mostly black ensemble; black leather jacket, skinny jeans, sneakers and dark grey tshirt, would hold up to how good his date looked.

“Dan?” Jack asked as Dan cautiously approached him, a smile pulling at his lips as he stubbed out his cigarette butt into the provided ashtray before meeting Dan on the sidewalk in front of the cafe/bar.

“Jack?” Dan nervously smiled back. Oh fuck, do they hug? Shake hands? What does one do when they first meet a tinder match in person. Fuck, uhhhh…

Dan decided to go for the handshake, preferring to not get awkwardly shut down in case he went it for a hug that wasn’t mutually wanted. He stuck his hand out towards Jack, but was surprised when Jack grabbed it, the coldness of the metal of the few rings that decorated his fingers juxtapose to the heat of his own hand, and brought it up towards his lips, placing a soft kiss on his knuckles.

“It’s great to meet you.” He smiled, pulling Dan’s hand back from his mouth but still holding it up by his face. His green eyes(which were fucking magnificent in only the low lighting of the street lights, nevermind how they probably looked in the sunlight, Dan noted) not to subtly gave Dan a once over, causing the corner of his mouth to quip up into a slight half smirk. “You look...really good.”

Although they were doing Jack’s green eyes a disservice, Dan was suddenly grateful for the low lighting of the street lights, as they helped to hide the blush that crept up his neck and flushed his cheeks pink.

“Thanks, you too.”

“Wanna head inside, grab a drink or two?” Jack suggested, nodding his head in the direction of the door, still yet to have released Dan’s hand. Dan nodded back, and followed behind Jack as they entered the bar.

The place wasn’t too crowded, and they found seats at the bar rather quickly.

“What d’ya want to drink, I’ll start a tab.” Jack asked, leaning in a bit to be heard over the music that was playing and the low rumbling of chatter.

“I’ll have a shot of vodka...and you.” Dan deadpanned, but only lasted about a couple seconds before he got too nervous that he’d already made things awkward. “I’m just kidding! By the way….I’m sorry, I saw it on a show or something once, thought I’d be funny, I didn’t mean to make it weird, fuck, uh”

Jack interrupted his rambling by placing a hand on Dan’s thigh and letting out a belly laugh, and it was honest to God one of the most beautiful things Dan’s ever seen. The way his top now of teeth became completely exposed as he opened his mouth and threw his head back, showing off his neck. His laugh was this combination of kinda dumb but super cute and charming.

Something told him, this night was gonna be alright.

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An hour or two and a couple rounds of drinks later, the two guys both had slight buzzes going. Neither of them were full on drunk, but just at the point of feeling warm and good. Not wanting to get too intoxicated and make complete fools of themselves, they mutually agreed to pay the tab and head out.

“I live not too far from here” Jack started, lighting up a cigarette as they stepped out of the bar into the slightly chilly night air. “And it’s only around eleven, if you wanna come back to my place and hang out for a little?”

“Sure, I’d like that.”

Jack smiled around his cigarette, pulling it out of his mouth with one hand, blowing out a puff of smoke into the air, and grabbing Dan’s hand again with the other.

“Cool, let’s go.”

Jack’s flat was only about a ten minute walk from the bar, during which they made light, buzzed conversation and Jack discarded the butt of the cigarette in an ashpost outside his building. He lived in a pretty bougie looking building, if Dan did say so himself, and they rode the elevator up to his apartment on the eleventh floor(stealing flirty glances at each other the whole way, he might add.)

As soon as Jack unlocked the door, he grabbed Dan’s arm and yanked him inside, pushing him up against the door and pressing their lips together. Dan couldn’t help but moan into Jack’s mouth, in slight shock and awe that the hot guy actually was attracted enough to him to go on a date, nevermind initiate a makeout session. Jack’s lips were soft against Dan’s slightly chapped from the cold ones, and he could taste a faint, but not unpleasant mixture of mint, Malboro, and malt liquor. He brought his hands up to cup the short man’s face as he felt hands grasp onto his hips, and let out another soft moan into Jack’s mouth.

He’d gone a pretty long time without intimate human contact like this, so sue him.

When he felt Jack’s ringed fingers drop down slightly, on the verge on grasping his ass, Dan forced himself to pull back.

“Wait, Jack, wait a second” he managed to get out in a shaky voice. Jack’s gorgeous eyes bored into his own dark brown ones, and he gulped before continuing. “Is this just gonna be a one night stand thing, and then we’re never gonna talk ever again? Because I really like you, and, and I just got out of a pretty serious relationship not too long ago, and you’re the first person I’ve been with since him, and I’m not looking for just a quick random fuck, but I’ll understand if that’s what you want, I’d just rather you tell me so that I can avoid getting hurt, and I just really think we connected and”

“Dan, Dan, stop rambling” Jack interrupted him, pressing his pointer finger to his lips to halt them, chuckling slightly. “I really like you too.”

“You do?”

“Fuck yeah, man. You’re funny, smart, hot as hell…” He trailed off, glancing down his body, before snapping his head back up to meet Dan’s eyes again. “Sorry. But seriously. This doesn’t have to be a one time thing, if you don’t want. I know I definitely don’t want it to be a one time thing. We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to either. The alcohol was just getting to me a little and was getting me a lil’ wound up.”

And with that, Jack backed off Dan, away from the door and walking into where his kitchen was, opening up the refrigerator and peering in

“Want something to drink? I have water, juice, lemonade...don’t really have soda or anything, because I’m a bit of a health freak, but I have”

He was cut off by Dan this time, who followed him into the kitchen and spun him around, closing the fridge door behind them, taking his turn to pin Jack against it.

“Now, I didn’t say I didn’t want to do anything,” Dan smirked now, gaining a big boost of confidence after Jack’s admission. Using his height to his advantage, he peered slightly downwards at Jack, licking his lips before he continued speaking. “I just wanted to make sure that wasn’t gonna be all that we did.”

Now it was Dan’s turn to slot their lips together, eliciting a moan out of Jack that was sexy as all hell. Dan’s large hands reached down and cupped Jack’s ass, as Jack reached up and tanged his fingers into brown curly locks. Their bodies pressed firmly together, rubbing their denim covered bulges against one another, causing Jack to nibble on Dan’s lower lip a bit.

“Mmm, fuck, where’s your bedroom?” Dan groaned into Jack’s ear before planting a hot kiss right by it. Jack smirked and gave him a light push on the chest, so that he could lead them out of the kitchen and down the hall.

The two men stumbled into the bedroom, hands wandering all over clothed bodies, and lips doing the same.

Jack’s lips found their way to Dan’s neck once they were laid back on the bed, Jack swinging his leg over the taller man’s body so that his knees we’re on either side of his waist, straddling him. He left wet kisses down Dan’s neck and his hands worked to rid him of his jacket and tshirt. Once Dan’s top was discarded onto the floor, neck kissed turned into chest kisses, which turned into stomach and then hip kisses, causing Dan’s breath to hitch in his throat. Jack teasingly trailed his way back up Dan’s body, running blunt fingernails up and down his sides.

“Shirt. Off.” Dan managed to grunt out, fingers grabbing at the hem of Jack’s shirt, urging him to rid of them as well. Jack was quick to comply, and tossed them along with Dan’s onto the bedroom floor.

Dan took the opportunity to flip them over, so that he was instead the one on top, hover over the younger man and pressing their bare chests together as he teasingly returned the favor of peppering Jack’s neck and chest with sloppy tongue kisses.

When he reached Jack’s waist(which of course was graced with a deep V line, leading to his crotch, obviously, Dan thought), he made quick work of Jack’s belt, and began shimmying Jack’s jeans off, adding them to the ever growing pile. The bulge in Jack’s pants was prominent, and Dan smirked as he placed his lips over the fabric and pressed a hot, open-mouth kiss to it.

“Fuck, Dan,” Jack groaned above him, bringing his fist up to his mouth so he could bite down on his knuckles.

Jack was about to find out something that they had not yet discussed over text, nor earlier at the bar.

And that was that Dan Howell was an absolute cockslut.

Jack’s breathy moans, and muffled groans did nothing but spur Dan on, as he grasped the top of Jack’s pants, which were already were sporting a wet patch of precome and saliva on the front anyway, and yanked them swiftly down and off. Dan nearly drooled at the sight of Jack’s thick, girthy cock, which was hard and practically dripping for him. He wasted no time engulfing it in his hot mouth, eliciting another throaty groan from the man under him, and he hummed in satisfaction.

“Dan, fuck, your mouth feels incredible” Jack breathed out, removing his hand from his mouth down to Dan’s hair, grabbing a fistful. He roughly pushed and pulled up and down, fucking into Dan’s mouth, tilted his head down to watch as the sticky rivulets of saliva connected Dan’s lips to his cock. “Fuckin’ hell, my turn”

Jack sat up, pulling Dan down to lay back on the bed so they could switch positions. He quickly grabbed a bottle of lube and a condom from his bedside drawer before assuming the position, pulling Dan’s belt, skinny jeans, and boxers off in what seemed like one fluid motion.

“You good to top?” He asked the curly haired man, before flipping open the cap of the bottle and coating his fingers to prep himself.

“Fuck yeah” was all Dan could manage, in cock aching to be sucked, his eyes mesmerized by the sight of Jack beginning to fuck himself with his middle finger.

“Good” he replied with a smirk, before running his tongue along Dan’s length, then sucking him down. The feeling was so intense, he had to try so hard to keep his eyes from squeezing shut and his head from falling back in pleasure, because he wanted to badly to enjoy the show that was being put on for him. Jack continued pumping one finger in and out of himself, trying to keep in time with his head bobs as he worked himself open. After a minute, he added a second finger, only momentary faltering in his rhythm along Dan’s cock when he brushed against his prostate, humming out a long, muffled but loud moan sending vibrations throughout Dan’s whole body.

God, Jack���s mouth felt fucking amazing, and lord knows when the last time Dan got a fucking blowjob was, nevermind one this good. He could feel a warmth in his stomach, the coil in his gut threatening to spring if Jack didn’t pull off soon.

“Okay, okay, lemme finish prepping you, or else I’m gonna blow and this whole thing is gonna end way too early.” He begged, gently grabbing Jack’s jaw and cueing him off.

“Mmm, I’m all good, baby,” Jack practically purred, gathering some of the saliva off his chin and using it to slick up his own cock with a couple quick pumps. “Ready for you, how do you want me?”

How the hell did he get so lucky to actually be fucking one of the hottest guys probably on the entire planet, Dan thought to himself. A couple weeks ago he was sitting around feeling sorry for himself, and now look at him.

“On your back,” he growled, “Wanna watch your prettyboy face while you take my cock”

Jack shuffled his way up the bed, laying back against the pillows as he watched Dan with lust-filled eyes rip open the foil of the condom wrapper and roll it on. Dan grabbed the lube and squirted a couple more drops on for good measure, stroking himself to rub in all over.

“Lemme feel how well you opened up for me,” He breathed, taking two long, coated fingers and rubbing firmly around the pink ring of muscles, before pushing them inside of Jack, immediately causing him to moan. “Mmmm, good boy.”

Jack nodded quickly, gnawing on his bottom lip and reaching up to grab Dan’s face with both hands and pull him down into a sloppy kiss.

“C’mon, fuck me, Dan.” he mumbled against swollen pink lips, going in for another kiss but his jaw going slack when Dan pushed into him, slowly but surely filling him up completely, until hips were flushed with hips. “Ohhh, fuck”

“Good?” Dan asked after a second or two, trying his best to keep his composure but holy shit Jack is so hot and tight, even after all the prep, and jesus he feels so good.

Jack nodded, wrapping a muscular arm around the back of Dan’s neck, pulling him close, non verbally telling him to “go”.

Dan kept as steady as of a pace as he could, rocking back and forth into Jack, rotating his hips in order to hit as deep as he can with each thrust. Each thrust met with a moan and groan from both men, the pleasure almost overwhelming for the both of them.

Dan angled his hips so he’s hitting Jack’s prostate with each thrust, and the friction caused by their bodies rubbing against either side of his cock has him babbling unintelligently, like he’s repeating a mantra of “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me” against Dan’s lips.

Dan’s thrust began to stutter and falter, but he tried to regain control and stave off his pending orgasm.

“You feel incredible,” he breathed, “I don’t--I don’t know how much longer I can last.” He admitted, still trying to keep his thrusts deep, hard, and perfectly angled at that one spot. The bedroom suddenly felt like a sauna, and he was sweating bullets, gasping for air as his orgasm approached quickly.

“It’s okay baby, I’m close too,” Jack assured him, running a hand through his hair. “Fucking come for me, come for me”

The words of praise sent him over the edge; his toes curled, his fists wrapped into Jack’s bedsheets, and he thrusts became sloppy and he came with a loud groan, emptying into the condom. He was spent, but still managed a handful more thrusts, and fisted Jack’s cock until he came as well, splattering hot white rivulets in between their stomachs. Dan rolled off him, and the two lay panting, in post coital bliss for a minute or two, before Dan forced himself to get up.

“Bathroom?”

“Down the hall, second door on the right.”

Dan disappeared out of the bedroom and made his way into the bathroom, disposing of the condom and grabbing a wet cloth from shower, returning quickly to clean the two of them up. He tossed the cloth onto the top of the Mt. Everest of garments before realizing that maybe he should start dressing so that he can leave. Sure, Jack said it wasn’t gonna be a one time fuck, but he never said Dan could stay the night either.

“So...should I...go?” Dan mumbled, sitting up in preparation to begin collecting his things.

“The only place you’re going right now is to my kitchen to get us some water, because I’m spent.” Jack said with certainty. “I have boxers and tshirts in the second drawer over there, if you want...although I’m not sure they’ll fit you, giraffe.” He chuckled, rolling over onto his side, nuzzling his head into the pillow.

Dan felt a blush rise on his cheeks, which was ridiculous seeing as he just fucked this guy, yet now he was blushing because he called a nickname? He stumbled over to the dresser in the dark, slipped on a pair of clean, albeit snug, boxers, and padded his way back down the hall into the kitchen. He grabbed two water bottles out of the fridge, but by the time he returned to the bedroom, no more than thirty seconds later, Jack had already fallen asleep and was snoring softly. Dan chuckled quietly, shaking his head, and placed both bottles down on the nightstand before crawling into bed next to Jack.

Should he spoon him? Was that too much, too soon? Dan questioned, laying on his back, unable to shut his brain off, until Jack rolled over in his sleep, and nuzzled into Dan’s chest.

And in that moment, he had never been more content.

[danisnotonjackfics]

Everyday - Jess

(Jack and Dan are daily vloggers. Short n dumb but still cute--like Jack). //7:01am// Jack had a fairly typical morning routine nowadays. He'd get out of bed at 7 (sometimes 7:30 or even 8 if his boyfriend's grip on him was particularly tight), check to make sure his camera had enough juice in it, lug it into the kitchen under his arm and film his breakfast preparations, and then proceed to film the rest of the mundane tasks that every human does in the morning. For some reason, a good amount of people enjoyed seeing those mundane tasks play out on a screen when it was jack doing them. And sure, his cute boyfriend probably helped. He and Dan, said boyfriend, had started a vlog channel on YouTube about a year ago after they'd been dating for a while. When they made a coming out video for each of their channels, their subscribers nearly begged for them to make more videos together. So, when they moved into a London apartment together, they decided a vlog channel only made sense. On this particular morning, Jack decided to film himself waking Dan up. This usually didn't go well because, while Jack was a morning person, Dan was, well, not. He tiptoed from the kitchen back to the bedroom, Dan's favorite blueberry banana smoothie in one hand, camera in the other, and pressed the record button with his nose. "Alright guys, time to wake the beast" he whispered, and laughed quietly at his own joke. He set the smoothie down on Dan's bedside table and stepped around to the other side of the bed, climbing back into it. He gently rubbed Dan's arm, angling the camera right in his sleeping face. "Babeeeee" Jack tried, only to be met with Dan's grumpy face. "It's ear...ly" he attempted, his voice quiet and low, more a hum than anything. "What was that?" Jack teased. "Fuck off, or at least turn the camera off and suck me off" "Dan!" Jack squealed and promptly shut the camera off. "Now I need to cut that out!" ------------------------------------------ //12:24// "Alright guys, we've made it to the market" Jack rotated the camera and panned it around the scene they were currently in. The farmer's market was a special treat for them--a place they typically went to on a Sunday when they were feeling particularly adventurous for dinner or just wanted some fresh fruits and vegetables to prep weekly meals with. Dan loved food, especially new and exciting food, and Jack loved to eat healthy. Their relationship had turned them into that annoying instagram couple that only bought organic and cooked vegan meals together on the daily, but neither of them would have it any other way. Dan grabbed the camera from his boyfriend's hand. "We're looking for heirloom tomatoes and rainbow carrots today, so wish us luck....oh, and Jack really wants to find truffles because he's so fucking posh and bougee-- pray for me" Jack laughed in the background and pushed himself into frame. "You won't be complaining later when you're eating the best veggie burger of your life, now will you?" "No", Dan retorted, straight-faced, "but my wallet will". "Oh shut up" Dan smiled at him, and pulled him around to kiss him in the frame of the camera. ----------------------------------------- //6:12// Jack propped the camera up on the counter, and set up some studio lights behind it. It was time to film dinner. They usually filmed this part like a Tasty video, not including any of themselves in the shot. Cooking together usually included bickering, inside jokes, awful dancing to loud music blaring throughout the apartment, and lots and lots of little kisses. It was precious, intimate time for them, and as much as they loved vlogging, they preferred to keep moments like this private. This time was no different. Dan chose the cooking playlist tonight, composed of Kendrick Lamar's complete discography, and Jack couldn't help but laugh as Dan embarrassingly rapped along while squishing brown rice and truffle patties together. "Hey" Jack poked him in between songs. "Mmmm?" Dan replied, focused on forming the perfect burger. "I love you" "I love you too, dork" Dan replied, not turning away from his masterpiece in progress "No, seriously" Jack took his face in his hand, having to stand on his toes slightly to make sure he had Dan's full attention. "I'm so happy right now. Here. With you. Even though your rapping is terrible.." Dan chuckled and pulled Jack into his arms. "I hope you'll still love me after......this!" He yelled, smearing his chia egg-covered fingers across Jack's face. "Now THERE'S something for the vlog" ------------------------------------------ //8:45// They usually ended the vlog a couple hours before bed, to give them some time to themselves and some time to edit said vlog. "Alright guys, me and Dan are just about to watch a movie so I'm probably going to end the vlog here...what are we thinking babe?" He flipped the camera around to show their massive movie collection on the shelves surrounding their TV. "Hmmm, something critically acclaimed, something good, something...pretentious" Dan pondered, scanning across the alphabetically organized blurays. "Lion?" "Oooh" Jack replied. "Dev Patel is beautiful, so yes" "Guys, do you see how much of a cockslut my boyfriend is?" Dan joked, pointing dramatically at Jack behind the camera. "Andddd time to go! Bye guys!" Jack laughed as he turned the camera off. "I hate you" he groaned. "I know, now come be my little spoon" he pulled the table closer, reached for a piece of popcorn, and grabbed the remote. "Whatever" Jack grumbled, popped the disc in, and obliged.

[danisnotonjackfics]

Stir

In which Jack stays the night and wakes up with a brilliant idea.

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He filled up the second glass with wine and looked at me. “You’re having another, right?”

I nodded, already in a lull and let my eyes blink closed for a few moments as I let the noises of the party in the next room dissipate. I was already sleepy from my first two glasses of Pinot, but I definitely needed them.

Nobody here knew that we’d slept together seven times since the beginning of the month. Seven of the best orgasms in my entire life. I was hooked. Tonight, he and Phil were throwing a party to celebrate the end of their American book tour. He’d promised me wine, and I’d promised him a reward for all his hard work.

I’d had more than enough of my end of the deal already, but I still took the third glass when he slid it in front of me on the breakfast bar.

I watched him as he peered into the living room before kissing me gently behind the ear. “Thank you for coming, babe” he whispered. “You should stay over tonight, yeah?”

I blushed as his voice traveled with the alcohol up to my head and into my cock, but I managed to tame the latter for the moment being.

I nodded and began to sip on my wine as he exited to mingle. I couldn’t help but to watch him when he left though.

Once I had finished my third glass, I was feeling much more social. I poured myself another and made my way into the lounge where I greeted any latecomers I knew. I then watched as Dan talked with them all in the opposite corner. They praised him and patted him on the back with wide eyes and cheery smiles, clearly almost as proud as I was. Phil was then called over and they were both asked endless questions about their travels.

 “So Kansas City isn’t even in Kansas?” I heard Louise gasp and Dan let out that bellowing laugh of his in which his eyes crinkled at the corners and he had to lean forward to keep himself from falling over. I hoped nobody noticed how I admired him and I sheepishly turned back to my glass.  

 Once guests began to leave and the atmosphere in the apartment calmed, Dan joined me on the couch I’d been drowsily perched on and chuckled, taking my empty glass from me and placing it on an end table.

“You look tired”

“I am. Why did you give me wine at a party, Howell?”

“Because it’s proper; I didn’t know you’d fall asleep even whilst music blared in the background!”

I could only giggle at the truth of the statement. To be fair though, it was a Friday and I’d been in the office all day. I was just looking forward to falling asleep wrapped in his arms. Usually we didn’t stay the night when we had our little sleepovers.

As the next hour approached, more people began to leave. Many drunkenly stumbled down the stairs to the front door while yelling last congratulations and thank you’s at Dan and Phil while others were sober enough to converse with them before giving them hugs and finding their ways out.  By 2:45, everyone had gone and I was finally able to fall asleep in an actual bed. His bed.

When he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him, I let out a long sigh. It only took minutes for me to drift off.

Then, sun. It felt as if almost no time had passed because I’d slept so well. I couldn’t help but laugh when I noticed Dan outstretched, each of his arms above his head. That laughter soon faded though when I noticed how flexed they were—and how hard he was.

 My entire face went red. I hoisted myself up so that I was resting on one elbow and peeked over at the alarm clock on his bedside table. It was quarter past ten already. He began to stir a bit and a devious thought crossed my mind.

 He couldn’t sleep all day.

 I pulled the duvet back ever so carefully, attempting to not make any sudden movements that would startle him. He’d gone to bed in just his white boxer-briefs and they were currently far too tight on him. I began to trace one finger up his leg towards his inner thigh when he grumbled and turned his head to the other side. I stopped to make sure he wasn’t fully awake and when he began to snore quietly, I giggled.

I resumed, this time dragging my finger along the hem of his pants until I reached the band. I debated pulling them down, but decided against it. Instead, I hovered over his pleading erection. I slowly began to pepper kisses along the shaft but when he still didn’t wake, I became impatient.

I ran my tongue along him slowly through the thin fabric. Ahh, finally. His eyes darted open and his breath hitched when he realized what I was doing.

 “Is this okay?” I paused for approval. When he nodded frantically, I pulled his boxers down with one hand and took his cock in the other. I slowly ran my thumb across the tip and smirked up at him. He looked so desperate for me to please him.

“Is this a good wakeup call baby?” I purred against him. He moaned, throwing his head back with hooded eyes.

I realized how impatient he was getting and began working his shaft. I moved slowly at first, picking up my pace when I heard him whimper for more. When he placed his hand over his mouth to keep from being too loud, I stopped and took him in my mouth.

 I bobbed up and down on the tip and licked around the circumference of it, moaning against him when I felt the pre-cum coating my lips. I took him all the way to the back of my throat and audibly choked on him. I did this several times over and watched as his mouth hung open in awe. His moans were throaty and quiet although every time I gagged he whined.

I moved increasingly faster, using one hand to prop myself up and the other to work the bottom half of him as I maneuvered my tongue and lips along the top expertly. I loved that by now I knew just how to please him—just how to send him into a fit of writhing pleasure beneath me.

 I could tell he was close when he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pushed himself into my mouth sloppily. He could barely form a sentence as he tried to warn me, but the series of unfinished sounds that escaped his lips told me to let him feel the back of my throat just a few more times.

“Ja...Ja....Ja-ck” he moaned as I used my free hand to massage his balls and before I knew it, I had sent him over the edge.

He filled my mouth, bracing himself with both hands clenched onto his sheets and his knuckles had turned white by the time he began to come down. A few drops of cum outlined my mouth when I pulled off of him and I quickly slid my forefinger around it, collecting each little droplet and I threw my head back to let him watch as his load ran down my throat.

 “God” he managed, running his hand through his hair.

I smiled and crawled up the length of the bed and hovered over him, kissing him to let him taste. He could barely keep his eyes open as he looked up at me, attempting to catch his breath. His eyes were locked with mine and he grabbed my left hand, bringing it up to his mouth and lightly kissing each finger.

“I’m….glad…..you…..stayed”. he smiled

“Mmm, me too” I laughed. 

Footsteps in the hall indicated that it was much too late to stay in bed now, and I frowned at him as I climbed off of him and found his boxers in the sea of jumbled blankets. 

I tossed them to him and he slid them back on. 

“I’ll put coffee on if Phil hasn’t already, yeah?” 

“Yeah”

He kissed my forehead and seemed to think for a moment before whispering against the skin of my neck. 

“Please stay again sometime”.

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sun & moon

https://play.spotify.com/user/j3ssicamary/playlist/53G8BUKgF8JVBFfyIoAayA 

a dan & jack playlist bc why not

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Something New(Smut)

warning: bdsm

“I want you to touch me.” Dan murmured into the timid Jack’s ear, kissing it before he pulled away slowly. The younger boy’s face turned a deep scarlet shade, as he again was thankful for the dim lighting in the small apartment.

“You…want me to touch you?” Jack asked, his voice small as he looked up into Dan’s darkened eyes.

Dan reached over and grabbed his wine glass from the table, taking another sip as he nodded nonchalantly.

“Don’t you want to? You want to fuck me, am I wrong?”

Jack’s cock hardened his trousers as the words spilled from Dan’s lips, those lips that he desperately wanted all over his body. He nodded, and slowly reached his hand down onto Dan’s leg, sliding it up onto his thigh as he leaned into kiss the gorgeous guy next to him.

As their lips touched, Dan quickly reached his hand up and grabbed Jack’s hair in his fist, yanking him back and making him audibly moan.

“Mmm, so you do like it rough? I knew it, an adorable little bottom like you..” Dan chuckled, his fist still full of Jack’s hair as he stared in awe up at him, his erection continuing to grow. He slowly moved his hands up Dan’s thigh until they caressed his own hardened cock beneath his tight black jeans. Jack made quick work of the belt buckle as the alcohol suddenly hit him, and his nerves practically evaporated. He swiftly tugged Dan’s pants down, along with his boxers quickly after, until his cock sprang free.

Jack slid off the couch and onto his knees in front of Dan, his green eyes wide and eager as they stayed looking up into Dan’s. He carefully reached up and wrapped his fingers around the thick shaft of Dan’s hard-on, causing his breath to hitch at the feeling, and running his thumb across Jack’s prettyboy face, before slapping it hard, causing another moan to escape his mouth.

Jack parted his lips and took Dan into his mouth, immediately working his tongue around the head and along the length of his cock, earning moans and groans from the boy he’d fantasized over for months. He slightly gagged as he took the thick cock all the way to the back of his throat, and Dan bucked his hips in pleasure.

Suddenly, Jack was pushed away, as Dan stood up from the couch, pulling his pants up and rebuckling his belt, before pulling Jack back up onto the couch and walking out of the living room and into his bedroom, leaving a confused Jack alone with a throbbing erection.

Did he do something wrong? Oh god, this was so fucking embarrassing. He had a one in a million shot to have sex with the guy of his dreams and he fucking blew it. He literally blew it…but he must not have been good enough.

The internal monologue was interrupted as Dan slammed the bedroom door behind him as he marched back to Jack, a large bag in his left hand.

Oh god.

“Get on your hands and knees.” Dan commanded, and Jack quickly obliged, turning over on the couch and putting his arms down to support his weight. He whined when Dan placed a strong spank onto his ass, as pushed it out farther so he could easily do it again. Dan forcefully yanked Jack’s trousers off, pulling them down his legs and off from around his ankles, then doing the same to himself, smirking as he stroked himself to the sight of Jack’s hardened cock. “Such a little slut for me, aren’t you?”

“Oh my god,” Jack breathed out, shaking his hips back and forth, “please dan, fuck me. I’ve been dreaming about this for so lo-“ He continued, only to be interrupted by another hard spank, which silenced him.

He quivered as he glanced at Dan’s tall figure standing behind him, watching as he turned to reach down and open the bag he’d brought out from his bedroom, pulling out something from inside of it.

“I’m going to fuck you, no question about that.” Dan spoke as he toyed with the mystery object, then placing it around Jack, causing him to jump as a something round was shoved into his mouth, and strapped on behind his head. “But you’re not gonna make a sound, got it? Thats what this is for. Do you know what this is?”

All Jack could do was shake his head, unable to speak with this…thing in his mouth.

“This, is called a ballgag. Its something that little sluts like you,” he paused to spank Jack again. “wear when they’re being fucked. Have you ever been dominated like this before, Jack?”

Again, Jack shook his head no.

“But your cock tells me you like it, don’t you?”

Jack nodded, his eyes wide. Dan chuckled.

“Good boy.”

Dan reached back into the bag, pulling out another object foreign to Jack. It had a long handle, which lots of even longer fringey-looking bits hanging out of the end. Jack furrowed his eyebrows, but his heart rate increased, excited to learn.

“This is called a flogger, and I’m gonna spank your perfect little ass with it, like this.” He grinned, as promised, raised the tool in the air, bringing it back down onto Jack’s reddened bottom, causing a loud but muffled whine to emerge from Jack’s throat. “What was that?” Dan growled, grabbing Jack’s hair for the second time this evening, pulling him up off of his hands until back against Dan’s chest. “You’re not to make another sound,” he demanded as he grabbed Jack’s throat with free hand.

Jack bit down hard on the ballgag, feeling Dan’s cock suddenly fill his tight ass as he thrusting into him.

“Ohh fuck, you feel so good.” He moaned, pulling his cock out and pushing it back in again, repeating the motion over and over again.

After a few minutes, Dan pulled out again, flipping Jack onto his back and digging hand hand back into his mystery bag, before pulling out an object that Jack had definitely seen before. Dan grabbed his arms and placed them underneath him, behind his back, before placing the cold metal handcuffs around both of Jack’s wrists, making him unable to move even less than he already could. Dan smirked at Jack’s helplessness, and picked the flogger back up off the table, lifting it up and bringing it down to slap onto Jack’s sensitive cock.

Jack whimpered, but stayed quiet enough for Dan to not hear, and awaited another slap, which he graciously received.

Dan placed the flogger back down, and then pulled out a similar looking item to the gag he was already wearing, but this one had an open hole, instead of the large rubber ball that currently forced his mouth open. Dan pulled Jack off the couch and onto the floor, pushing him down to his knees, his hands still cuffed behind him, and undid the strap behind Jack’s head, allowing the ballgag to fall from his mouth.

Jack’s jaw was sore, but it was only free for a few moments before the new gag replaced the old one, an open metal circle keeping Jack’s mouth widened this time.

“I like this one more, don’t you babyboy?” Dan smirked, and Jack nodded eagerly. In this position, he was able to get a better view of the magnificent cock in front of him.

“You’re doing so good tonight, keep it up.” Dan leaned down and planted a kiss on his forehead, suddenly spitting into Jack’s open mouth before standing back up, and shoving his cock through the open gag.

His cock hit the back of Jack’s throat repeatedly, strings of saliva visible every time he pulled out and then thrusted back in.

“Do you like when I fuck your face, you little whore?”

Jack nodded, tears falling down his face as his eyes watered, but still determined to make Dan cum for him.

Each time his cock hit Jack’s throat, Dan groaned, not taking to long for his knees to begin to buckle, an orgasm building. Jack could tell he was close, and gaze up at him with wide eyes as he awaited Dan’s climax.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum” Dan growled, pulling his cock out of Jack’s mouth and releasing his hot loud all over his prettyboy face.

Jack nearly came aswell as he watched Dan’s face contort in pleasure, and listened to his sexy moans of ecstasy.

As Dan came down from his high, he collapsed onto the couch, undoing the gag and the cuffs from off of Jack, smirking as he gratefully wiped the cum from around his face into his mouth, even licking each of his fingers clean after.

“Did you enjoy that, baby?” Dan asked, this time softly grabbing Jack’s face and pulling him in for a kiss, tasting his own salty cum on Jack’s lips. Jack was still speechless as he gazed up at him, biting his lip to keep himself from accidentally saying something stupid, and he just nodded. “Well, come back tomorrow night and maybe I’ll let you cum too.”

Jack’s heart pounded, excited that he was gonna get to spend another night with the guy of his dreams.

“Now get the fuck out of here."

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Wine Drunk

Dan is a radio presenter, and Jack is a frequent listener. 

Warning: i don’t know what this is, i’m sorry

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 “Your show is gaining us quite a lot of views” the head of the radio company smiled at Dan, pointing to a document of jumbled statistics on his laptop. “We’re quite happy with our decision to let you take over the morning show”. Dan nodded and thanked him a few times too many, but waited until he’d left the room to celebrate. This consisted of a few small jumps and breathy cheers. He’d only started working at this station a year ago with very little experience, and never thought in a million years that he’d get his own slot with the ability to choose what tracks to play and what topics to talk about. He’d planned on being an intern forever after switching to this career path in all honesty. He hadn’t even told his parents what he was doing for work since he quit his job as a law firm receptionist last spring.

“Call ‘mum’” he spoke into his phone as he made his way to the elevators. As he walked, he noticed the details of the office space. Several rows of grey cubicles sat in the center, separated from the wall of sound booths where the actual shows took place. Each was labeled with name tags and bits of personalization; Dan couldn’t believe one of those was his, probably for much longer now than he’d anticipated.

“Hello?” his mother’s voice chirped from the other end of the line. “Mum I have great news! Can I take you out to dinner sometime this week?”

“In London?” she asked, seemingly unsure. “I dunno Dan, You know how I feel about the city. Come home?”

“No can-do” Dan laughed. “Please? It’ll only be for one night. It’s on meeee” he sang.

He could nearly hear her weighing out the pros and cons, but knew that she couldn’t possibly say no to him. When she inevitably agreed, he gave her the name of his favorite restaurant downtown and directions from the train station. “We’ll meet there at seven, okay? I love you mum. Yes, I’ll wear something nice, I promise. Yep. See you then. Bye.”

The elevator was empty, which gave him time to think. He sighed aloud as he played the words of his boss over in his head, smiling to himself. He couldn’t wait to tell his mom. Maybe she’d be proud of him. Fuck, he barely made it through law school, and the entire time he’d whined about wanting to be an actor or a writer or a music producer. His parents never told him he couldn’t, but Dan knew that they were constantly worried about him. Now he’d finally be able to interview celebrities and play top 100 artist’s singles for the first time on live radio.

The chill of England never surprises him, but it definitely jolted him from his thoughts as he stepped out into it tonight. He even gasped slightly before tucking his hands deep into his coat pockets and beginning the short journey back to his flat a few blocks away. He remembered how worried he’d been beginning to get about the rent due in three weeks and smiled at the lack of stress in his shoulders.

Once home, he immediately kicked off his shoes and poured himself a glass of champagne left over from new years. Well deserved, he concurred.

When his mother  saw him two days later, the same smile still sat spread across his face.

“You look happy” his mother noted, and he nodded. “You’re really going to like the food here” he changed the subject, not wanting to spoil the news just yet. She followed him in, unquestioning for the moment being.

The restaurant was loud and bustling, full of women in gemstone colored dresses and strappy heels with men in perfectly tailored suits. Dan and his mother were quickly greeted by a cheery looking man, probably in his early twenties. His green eyes seemed to light up for some reason when he saw them, and he could barely greet them fast enough. “This way” he spat out, leading them to the main dining room.  

Once he had them seated, he asked the usual. “What can I get you to drink? Would you like a wine menu?” Dan nodded, not looking up to notice the eagerness in the waiter’s face.

“Oh, I’m Jack by the way” he added, waiting for some kind of response.

Nothing. He frowned slightly. “Well..okay. I’ll be right back with that then” he stepped back slowly and turned, running off to the kitchen.

He knew exactly who Dan was. He was the newest radio DJ on his favorite station. He sounded attractive, he looked angelic from the very few radio promotion projects he’d seen. He’d managed to memorize that face though. At first he’d simply admired the guy’s work and taste in music. He wanted to work on the radio too, and had spent hours in the staff room of his dad’s bistro, this very bistro, putting together playlists on his laptop. However, the admiration had quickly turned into a strange crush. He wasn’t sure how or why a person developed a crush on a radio personality, but fuck, he did it.

Even after finding the stupid wine menu, he had collect himself for a few moments before returning to the table. He had a couple others and although they’d just gotten their food minutes before he seated Dan and his mom, he decided to check up on them simply to waste time.

“Are you sure everything’s fine?” he asked, feeling the sweat beginning to form bullets on his forehead.

“…..yes” the plump, grumpy woman said once again, rolling her eyes.

Jack stood motionless, trying to come up with another way to buy himself time.

“Oi, please just bugger off” the woman barked. He sighed, dragging himself by the feet towards his newest table.

Dan noticed him walking ever so slowly, two burgundy menus in hand. “What is taking him so long?” he mumbled to himself, half annoyed and half worried.

He noticed how shaky “Jack”’s hands were when he finally reached them, shuffling the things onto the table like slippery playing cards.

“Are you uh, ready to uh, order?” he tried to recite the words he’d been trained to say as soon as he turned fifteen.

Dan giggled. He wasn’t sure why Jack was so nervous, but he found it cute and strangely endearing.

Jack was terrified. He wanted to give Dan his card or something, but then again he didn’t even have a card. He was just a university student working at his family’s restaurant. What’d he know about being a radio dj anyways.

“Sir?”

“Oh right, sorry ma’am” he apologized, laughing nervously.

“I said I’ll have a glass of your cheapest red, and then I’ll take the prime rib”

“Right” he nodded furiously, scribbling it onto his notepad.

“No mum, don’t worry about the price” Dan hinted, smiling at her. She cocked her head at him in puzzlement. “Daniel don’t be silly, you can barely afford this place”.

“What do you mean? He’s a radio presenter” Jack had to hold his hand back from smacking the back of his own head as soon as he finished the sentence. Now his stupid cover was blown. Idiot.

“What?”

Jack felt his entire face go red.

“I don’t understand what’s going on” Dan’s mother continued. “I thought you worked at a law firm”

Dan explained that he’d wanted to take her out on this very night to tell her about his new permanent job and how amazing it was. Of course she was happy for him, but Jack was still standing off to the side awkwardly, feeling as if he’d just ruined a sincere mother-son moment, which, well, he kind of had.

For the remainder of the night, Jack tried to stay as out of the way as possible. He brought them their food and drinks, asked how everything tasted, but still couldn’t help but smile in a quite forced but deep down genuine manner at Dan every time he passed. This was probably the strangest situation he’d ever been in at work.

He wasn’t even an awkward person, usually. He was extroverted actually, taking hold of the spotlight at every social event he went to. Girls drooled over his pearly white smile and his toned biceps and even though what he really wanted was male attention, he didn’t mind making girls giddy. Even when he had a crush, which pretty much happened every time he got drunk enough at a gay bar or male strip club in Soho where he hung out with his only few gay friends, he’d approach them and buy them drinks with no problem. It wasn’t like he was a completely closeted virgin. He just didn’t know how to act around someone attractive who had status and power over him.

He was more than frustrated when he saw a couple of empty plates on the table, and the conversation between his two customers becoming tired, their eyes glazed with wine-induced joy.

It suddenly and embarrassingly made his pants tighten when he noticed Dan leaning back in his chair, his arm muscles flexed as he stretched them.

“Oh—sir, could we have the check?” Dan noticed Jack standing a short distance away

Jack cleared his throat and nodded far too quickly, making his way over as he simultaneously suppressed his boner before clearing their plates for them and avoiding any and all eye contact.

With alcohol in his system though, Dan felt much friendlier and conversational than before, and seemed to have forgotten the slightly awkward moment from earlier.

“Thanks for listening to my show” he grinned. “It really means a lot”. His words were slightly slurred, but Jack could tell they were honest.

“Yeah, sorry about this. Hope you don’t cut my tip too much” he joked, although he was the only one laughing. He noticed only then that Dan’s mum had slipped away from the table. He turned slightly to notice her making her way towards the washroom.

“I told her to leave for a minute” Dan smirked.

Jack said nothing as he felt his entire face go flush again.

“Why do you seem so nervous around me?” he raised an eyebrow at the waiter who seemed to have quite the crush on him.

“Do you like me?” he asked when he hadn’t gotten a response. Jack thought for a moment and then nodded. “Your uh, your show is cool” he mumbled.

“Don’t be silly” Dan stopped him. “You want to kiss me, don’t you”. His eyes darted down right in the direction of Jack’s bulge.

He wasn’t sure how to respond, but he swallowed the large lump in his throat and nodded yet again. He felt a mixture of confusion and relief begin to concoct in the pit of his stomach as Dan smiled larger now.

Dan went on to instruct Jack to meet him at his address in exactly two hours. Jack didn’t say much, but shakily wrote down the street name and number as well as the number of the flat onto his notepad and tore the page out, sticking it in the back pocket of his black pants.  When Dan and his mother left, Dan turned back to him once more and winked.

As soon as they were out of his sight, Jack ran to the backroom to find his brother Finn.

“I need to go home. I feel like I’m going to throw up” he only half-lied. He sounded frantic enough and his face was beet red, so Finn only looked at him and pointed towards the door, clocking him out in the computer system behind him. Jack thanked him several times over and raced out of the building, appreciating the night’s cold air against his face more than usual.

He quickly caught a cab passing by and nearly shouted his address to the man who took this as a sign to step on it. Jack’s stomach was lurching with nerves but he wanted as much time as possible to shower and tidy up for this stupid radio personality who made Jack’s stupid heart flutter. Shit, he didn’t even think he was gay. He wondered if this was all just a weirdly vivid dream.

Jack scrubbed every surface on his body twice, no three times while in the shower and had to sing to himself to calm his nerves. He wondered what was even going to happen when he got there though. Was the wink just a coincidence? Did he want to talk about music and the radio with maybe a kiss or two thrown in, or did he want to full on ravage him? Jack got chills at the thought, letting out a small moan.

He rushed the rest of his shower, quickly washing any remaining conditioner from his hair and feeling to make sure his skin felt moisturized and smooth. He then shut the water off and hopped out, drying himself half assed and dressing himself in plain blue jeans and a button-up shirt. He picked his most expensive watch, a college graduation gift from his father, and snapped it across his wrist. After quickly quaffing his hair and slipping a pair of leather oxfords onto his feet, he grabbed his keys and made his way out the door.

He only realized he’d forgotten his coat once he stepped outside, but he didn’t care at this point. He knew he’d be early anyways, but he couldn’t wait much longer to actually properly meet Dan. He bit his lip at the thought that he’d come off creepy if he said everything he wanted to say once he got there, and so he began to rethink possible conversation starters just as a cab approached. He hopped in it, recited the address he’s quite shamefully already memorized from reading over so many times, and let his mind wander once again when the car sped up.

Dan meanwhile, was making preparations of his own. He’d already dropped his mother off at King’s Cross and now swirled a glass of chardonnay in one hand as he flipped through his ipod with the other. He worked for the radio for fuck’s sake, picking music shouldn’t have been so hard. He wasn’t necessarily scared to impress Jack, but he was quite focused on making an impression. He wanted to know what the quiet little waiter thought of him already. Why did he like his station and his show so much? Was it an admiration for his craft and his skill, or something more? He decided on a playlist just as he heard his door buzzer go off and smirked to himself before waltzing over to answer it.

“Jack?” he hummed into the speaker.

“Y-yeah” the boy’s voice replied, still as nervous as he’d remembered.

“Come on up” he unlocked the door from his controls, and giggled as he heard the quick stomping of feet up the stairwell. A knock on the flat door shortly followed.

Dan opened it without hesitation and greeted Jack with a “You look nice, please come in”.

This slightly intoxicated Dan wasn’t nearly as dorky or apprehensive as the one Jack had heard and seen on the radio. He felt nervous to step into the apartment even though he could tell it wasn’t much to show for.

A single floor lamp stood next to a tiny end table piled with mail near the door, and the sitting room straight ahead had only a two-person couch and an arm chair, neither one matching the other. The flat screen television in the corner seemed fairly nice, but it stood atop a rather beat up looking stand, the wood chipping visible even from sixty meters away.

He stepped in before Dan slightly reached behind him to shut the door and then proceeded to offer him a cup of tea or a glass of wine.

“Wine, yes” Jack nodded at the thought of calming his nerves.

Dan had placed an extra glass next to the bottle he’d opened tonight as he had a feeling Jack would want some, and he watched Jack’s movements carefully as he filled it. The waiter was unaware, picking a spot to sit on the couch and watching lights in the apartment complex across the street flicker on and off. He was unassumingly cute.

Dan placed the glass in front of him on the dusty, glass coffee table and sat next to him.

“So, you like my show?”

Jack tried his hardest not to come across as a complete stalker as he tiptoed over his words, carefully explaining his love for the radio station and how badly he wished to be a dj someday. “I’m still in university, but next year’s my last” he remarked, taking a sip from his glass. He then went on to express his fondness for Dan’s show. “You’re great at the job” he looked up at the much taller boy who now seemed much closer than he’d remembered.

“Thanks” Dan replied, his voice soft and velvety. “You know” he suddenly decided. “I’d like to let you continue, but then again, I want to kiss you more”.

Before Jack could even process it, Dan’s lips were on his, the taste of wine much stronger than that of his glass. It was innocent at first, but built quickly when Dan grabbed onto his hips, his nails digging through the material of his shirt and into his skin. Jack instinctively moaned and pushed against him, but Dan instead of reciprocating, pulled back.

“What?” Jack asked, already breathless and he was thankful for the dim light in the room as he was blushing furiously.

Dan took one of Jack’s hands, bringing it up to his lips and pressing a sloppy, drunken kiss onto it.

“I’m very tipsy” he confessed. “But nonetheless” he paused, focusing his eyes right on Jack’s,  and although it was a bit dark, he could tell Jack could see the intensity in them, as the pulse in his wrist picked up.

He leaned in so that his mouth hovered just above the sexy little waiter’s ear.

“I want you to touch me”.

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So look into the lens, and I’ll make sure this moment never dies.. (smut)

“First things first,”  Jack mumbled against my lips and he wrapped his fingers around the neck of my shirt, slowly pulling me down to his height. “I need you to make love to me.”

My heart immediately stopped beating as the words tickled my lips, as they left his own. One of my hands fell to his waist, my fingers wrapping around his torso to grab him softly as my other held pressed against the wall behind his head so I could rest my weight on it. My lips latched onto his own, kissing him deeply.

Jack pulled back for a moment, dropping his hands down to the elastic waistband of my pajama bottoms, and he looked up at me with his gigantic green eyes, asking me for permission to go farther.

I bit my lip to keep from smiling like an idiot and ruining the mood, and simply, silently nodded, grabbing his hand in mine and walking with him over to my bed.

“Lay back?” His voice was soft, yet gravely, and I could tell he was tired from not sleeping on his flight.

“Baby, we don’t have to do this.” I assured him, caressing his cheek with my thumb, but he grabbed it and pulled it down.

“What if I want to?” He smirked, and ran his tongue along the length of my index finger, before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it seductively. My cock stiffened in my trousers as he kept his eyes locked on mine, looking up at me as he teased me.

He noticed my erection quickly, and he slithered down the bed, placing a slopping kiss on my bulge, which made it grow even more.

“Do you like that?” He asked, reaching his hands into my bottoms and wrapping his fingers around my cock, making he gasp audible as he squeezed the head gently.

My moans were permission for him to continue, and he pulled my bottoms down off my legs and tossed them onto my bedroom floor. I bit down on my lip as I watched Jack place another sloppy kiss on my, now exposed erection, still never taking his eyes away from mine.

Fuck, he was so sexy, I couldn’t wish for anyone else to take my virginity..

He licked up his palm, then began pumping my cock with his hand as he planted wet kisses across my stomach and along my legs and torso. He smirked as I grabbed the bedsheets in my clenched fists and threw my head backwards with another groans.

“Jack, baby…” I could barely manage to say, beginning to thrust my hips into his hand as he began to pick up speed with his strokes. He reached his other hand down, beginning to play with his asshole, which nearly sent me over the edge right then, he was so hot. “Fuck, I love watching you touch yourself.”

“I want you to touch me…” He said, a slight whine in his voice.

I pulled his hand away and flipped him over almost instantly, and moaned again as I saw how hard he had become as well. I licked my fingers, and leaned down to kiss him again, pushing only one finger into his tight hole. Jack whined into my mouth, and I immediately pulled back.

“What’s wrong baby? Did I hurt you? Do you want me to stop?” I rambled nervously, holding his sides delicately.

“No, please keep going, Dan. Please. I want to do this with you.” His eyes were large as they looked up at me. “Kiss me again?”

I leaned down to kiss him softly, and then tried to penetrate him with my finger again.

“More, Dan. Please.” Jack whimpered, and I obliged, adding another finger inside of him as I slowly pumped them in and out of his tight hole.

“Is that okay?” I constantly asked, making sure I wasn’t hurting him too much. “Tell me if you want me to stop.” I whispered, pecking his lips every so often.

“Baby, go faster. Faster, please.” He almost begged, and his whines turned me on so much. I continued to fuck him with my fingers for a while, adding a third one as well, until I noticed his breathing start to become a bit more uneven, and his legs began to shake. “Dan, I want to cum with your cock inside of me.”

I carefully climbed on top of him, and helped hold his legs open for him. I kissed his neck before I entered him, and mumbled an “I love you” into his ear, then slowly thrusted into him, my cock immediately filling up his still tight hole. It felt amazing for me, but I saw Jack’s face contort as he winced in pain.

“Babe- “

“No, please keep going, I want you to make love to me. I want you to cum for me.” He spoke, before i could even ask if he wanted me to stop.

I continued thrusting in and out of him, grunting and groaning as his perfect virgin asshole clenched around my stiff cock. Every couple seconds, I spat on my fingers and used it to lubricate my motions.

“Oh my god, dan, just like that..” Jack whined beneath me, as I pumped my cock into him quickly, trying to keep as much of a rhythm as I could. “Fuck baby, right there.”

“You feel so good,” I cooed into his ear. “I think I’m gonna cum.”

“Me too, daddy” He moaned, instantly sending me into leg shaking, heart pounding orgasm. I pulled my cock out of him as quickly as I could, and stroked myself as I release my load all over his stomach. “Oh my god, that’s so sexy, I’m gonna cum too.” His voice shook, as he grabbed his own cock and jerked his hand up and down until he came onto his own stomach as well, some of it splashing up onto me as well.

We both instantly collapsed back down onto my bed as we panted in post-coital exhaustion, and I rolled over and planted a kiss onto my beautiful boyfriend’s sweat-covered forehead, pulling him into my chest.

“Your heart—is beating—so fast.” Jack managed to speak through hard, heavy breaths. He slowly crawled up to kiss my lips. “And I am so in love with you.“

[danisnotonjackfics]

Transatlanticism

The distance is quite simply much too far for me to row It seems farther than ever before Oh no

(In which Dan realizes a long distance relationship with Jack isn't what he expected) –---------------------------------- There are probably hundreds of movies focused on the subject of long distance relationships. I’ve seen a few, maybe even half with my habit of watching sad or cheesy movies when alone. I’ve never seen one that truly depicts the nature of one though.

I’ve never seen one that includes the accurate amount of jealousy or longing or pain; especially pain.

I thought I knew what I was getting myself into when we kissed for the first time on his dorm room bed. A slight breeze from the cracked window tickled my cheek and I giggled, moving his hand up to cover it. They were warm from holding a mug of his favorite tea.

As soon as I pulled away, I saw that the expression on his face did not mirror mine. He seemed to be wallowing in something.

“…..What?” I half-whispered, almost afraid to ask.

“I can’t believe I’m leaving for South Africa in two weeks” he sighed, kicking a leg out to hit one of the packed boxes on the floor.

I followed his eyes as he scanned the basically empty room. I realized I’d never seen it furnished.

“Hey, don’t worry about it” I forced a small smile. “You won’t be there forever.”

That was true, but then again he’d also be going to New York, Orlando, and LA shortly after. I’d see him briefly in this window of time, but it wouldn’t be the same as how i’d imagined our relationship while trying to fall asleep for many nights prior to this. I’d imagined watching documentaries while eating a late breakfast, him dragging me on a nature walk somewhere and kissing me atop a mountain, causing me to lose even more breath, etc.

“I want to be an actual couple” he interrupted my internal monologue.

“We will be” I promised, kissing his cheek lightly. I didn’t know if this was a promise that would be kept on either end, but it was one i knew i’d fight to keep.

What I didn’t know was how hellish the next two months would actually be.

“I can’t keep up with the time zones” “She’s just a friend, you’re so paranoid” “You’re making everything difficult, not me!” “Maybe this space is good”

This definitely wasn’t what I signed up for.

My dreams about him were better than my reality with him most of the time. I was whipped though. One minute of him smiling at laughing at one of my horrible puns over Skype made up for every over-text argument. Even still though, I wanted nothing more in the world than to hold him in my arms, look down at his gorgeous face, and place a million tiny kisses along it. I wanted to hold him at night instead of a giant body pillow I’d embarrassingly ordered online a week into him being gone. I just wanted to feel like he was actually mine, not the world’s.

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Tonight I lay in bed, clicking on yet another one of his videos to read through the comments.

“I just want to suck him off, honestly” one shameless one reads.

“Me too” I grumble to myself.

I check the time on the corner of my laptop and count backwards to New York time. I wonder if he’s eaten dinner already. I wonder who else is with him. Maybe it’s a pretty girl. I try to block out any explicit heterosexual brain activity involving him, but it doesn’t go exactly to plan. Instead i notice myself frowning in the reflection of my screen after several minutes at least of doing so.

I need to distract myself, I decide. I call Phil.

I can tell from the strain in his voice that he’s been asleep.

“Sorry” I start.

“What time is it?” he groans.

“About midnight. But listen Phil, I need to talk to someone. I think i’m going cra-“

“Just try to go to sleep” he interrupts, clearly annoyed.

That’s never been the easiest task for me, but I agree to try and hang up the phone, tossing it to the other side of my bed and shutting my laptop, pushing it to the same mostly unoccupied side.

I groan at the emptiness and grab the body pillow from behind me.

“I hate you, you know” i lie as I close my eyes, pretending the inanimate object is actually him.

I let my mind wander to possible video ideas I cradle it. I feel myself relaxing and almost beginning to drift off.

Then my phone rings.

“Ugh Phil, you just told me to-“ I groan as I pick it up clumsily.

I hit the general area of ‘answer button’, my eyes still closed as the screen is too bright to look at.

“Babe?” the voice is familiar in a much different sense.

I don’t speak.

“Daniel James Howell, I know you’re there. Now will you pl-“

“No, I don’t want to talk to you” I lie again, to a much more animated source this time.

“-Please just open the door”

My eyes dart open.  Am i an idiot? I could’ve sworn he wasn’t supposed to come home for another week. Am i already asleep and having some sort of sick excuse for a dream? I didn’t even hear-

Knocking. Loud knocking.

Oh for fuck’s sake.

I leap out of bed much quicker than I’d like to admit, leaving the phone behind. I hear a faint stream of “What”’s and “Dan?”’s as i go.

I flick every light on on my way to the door, trying to better bring myself to some kind of reality. This was the first time since that kiss that i’d actually feel like a couple if he were really here. We’d never cuddled, we’d never even fucked apart from Skype sex. I thought we were fizzling out.

But as I round the corner from the now dimly lit hallway into the common room, I can hear a voice, his voice. I can hear knocking and shuffling of feet, his feet.

“Jack” I express quietly, but he somehow hears me.

“Babe?” he exclaims just as i reach the door.

I throw it open to reveal him. It’s really him. He looks both exhausted and rained on, and i can’t help but giggle as i outstretch my arms hesitantly. He throws himself into them, a wet strand of his hair dripping onto my bare skin. I shiver slightly and he laughs before pulling away.

“Sorry” he looks down at his feet.

“It’s okay, you didn’t get me that wet”

“No, I mean I’m sorry. I’m the shittiest excuse for a boyfriend. Even if we have been long distance and we just started dating. Can we start over or something? Because i spent the whole flight thinking of ways to be better” his voice is slightly shaky and his face serious.

When he looks up at me, he brings a hand to his temple to compose himself.

“Jack?” I manage.

“Yeah?”

“Yes, obviously.”

He smiles as if I’m gem previously undiscovered by man.

“First things first” he closes the space between us.

“I need you to make love to me"

[danisnotonjackfics]

Wrong Place and Time (Smut)

I couldn’t help grinning like a child as I told Dan about all the adventures I’d had over the last month in India. My friends and I had taken part in a rickshaw race for charity which was both dangerous and breathtaking.

As I talked, he held my hands in his own across the table, playing with the silver ring on my fourth finger.

“I never took this off y’ know” I smiled, looking down to note his engraved initials.

“Good, so everyone knew you were mine” he smirked.

God, I’d missed that face so much. I studied it for a few moments. The two prominent freckles on his right cheek, the way he smiled to one side, especially his eyes, the ones I loved to look down at, up at, straight into. Why did I think leaving this very face for so long would be a good idea?

 When the waitress reached our table with two glasses of red wine in hand, I was almost annoyed. I wish we’d stayed in tonight so that I could burry my head in Dan’s chest in between bites of food. However this was our favorite restaurant, and he’d agreed not to eat here without me, so we were both craving the food.

“Are you ready to order?” she asked, quite chipper. She then tossed her long red hair over her shoulder and smiled at me.

“You look like you know what you want, handsome.”

I could tell she was flirting with me. She widened her hazel eyes as she looked me up and down, waiting for a response. I immediately averted my eyes to the menu and ordered my usual soup before looking to Dan.

I had to suppress a giggle.

His eyes dug into her as he ordered, his voice stern. She seemed puzzled but wrote what he said as quickly as possible before rushing away to the kitchen.

Once she was gone, I let myself react.

 “Why are you laughing?” Dan nearly growled.

“Because you’re cute when you’re jealous” I retorted with a smile.

He continued to frown at me.

“I’m not jealous” he lied through gritted teeth.

I knew he was, but I decided not to comment any further. It would be a lot more fun to play his game.

“So where was I?” I continued casually. “Oh right, so the rickshaw kept breaking down and it was so annoying. I have no idea what we would’ve done without Louis. He handled everything in such a calm manner…”

He was grimacing at me, his arms crossed over his chest. “Mhm” he grumbled.

As I told each little story and anecdote, he shifted his eyes around the room. I could tell he was looking for our waitress, awaiting her return.

“Dan” I tried to distract him.

“What? Oh for fucks sake here she comes” he groaned.

“Here you are, boys” she smiled sweetly as she placed our bowls in front of us. As she placed mine though, she made sure to bend down in just the right manner as to reveal her cleavage. She straightened herself out slowly and bit her lip as she looked at me.

“Is there anything else I can get for you?” she raised an eyebrow in my direction.

“No. We’re fine thank you” Dan hummed sarcastically.

Once again, she stepped away, taking a double take at Dan as she went. His eyes followed hers like daggers until she was out of sight. He then turned them to me.

We sat in silence for a few moments before he suddenly leapt up and dragged me out of my seat, behind him. He made his way through a maze of tables, snaking in between passing waiters and customers. I continuously asked where he was bringing me although I had an inkling, but he didn’t answer. My eyes scanned the large main dining room, noticing the confusion and suspicion plastered across the sea of faces.

 When he finally stopped, we were in front of the family style bathroom. I knew it.

 I giggled as he pushed the door open with quite a lot of force, and pulled me in. The lock was then quickly turned and I was shoved against the wall.

I couldn’t help but moan as he pushed his knee in between my legs against my crotch. He pressed his lips against mine to shut me up before biting down hard on the bottom one. I felt my cock harden and had to push him away to collect myself.

 “What was that?” he hissed.

 I looked up at him, suddenly feeling smaller than usual and I whimpered under his gaze. His eyes were somehow darker as he kept them focused on mine. He closed the space between us again and kissed me much softer this time.

 “You’re going to be good for daddy, right? You’re not going to make him punish you?” he whispered in a babyish tone.

I nodded.  The last time we’d fucked I’d been in control. But this was more our usual, and I loved being his submissive.

“Yes daddy.”

“Good boy” he smirked and pulled me from against the wall, pushing me down on my knees.

“You’re mine, you understand? Not that slutty waitress’s, or anyone else’s for that matter” he boomed.

I swallowed. I could see how hard he was out of the corner of my eye and I wanted nothing more than for him to claim me like he had a hundred times before.

“Please daddy” I begged and he didn’t hesitate to unzip his jeans, pulling them down with his grey boxer briefs to his ankles. His length sprung up to his stomach and I felt myself salivate just looking at it.

I grabbed it and slowly worked the head, bobbing up and down on it. I liked teasing him especially when he was in a dominant mood because I knew he’d punish me. It only took seconds for him to become impatient as I felt his fingers grab onto my hair. He pushed himself all the way to the back of my throat and I instinctively gagged and closed my eyes to keep them from welling up.

He moaned at the sensation.

 “Look at me” he demanded.

I obliged.

“mmm, that’s better” he smirked.

He pulled back and pushed all the way in again, this time faster. I let him fuck my mouth as I looked up at him in awe. The way he moaned and cursed under his breath was such a paradox, so angelic yet so devilish.

When he pulled his arm away from me to push his hair back as the other pushed against the wall for support, I moaned onto him. Without a brace on me his movements were sloppy at best.

 “Fuck” he growled, “I’m so close baby”.

 I took full control, taking him all the way back, out, and then back again, repeatedly. One of my hands held onto his hip while the other reached up to grab his balls, massaging them as I continued to please him with my mouth. I wanted so badly for him to cum for me. I moaned more every time I pushed down on him and I could see how crazy it was driving him.

It only took seconds more for him to completely lose it, sloppily thrusting into me and he had to bite down on his knuckles to keep from crying out as he came. I felt it all fill my mouth and run down my throat.

 “mmmm” I exclaimed, pulling away slowly. I kept my mouth open to show the remnants of cum on my tongue.

He was panting, a band of sweat around his forehead but he managed to smile down at me.

 “Good boy” his voice shook.

I smirked, standing up and pushing up against him lightly as I crept onto the tips of my toes. He leaned down to meet me and kissed me as hard as he could in post-coital exhaustion, tasting himself.

“You’re mine” he whispered once more into my ear.

I shivered, suddenly realizing how hard I still was.

“I know I know, can we please get out of here?” I begged.

He chuckled at me and nodded.

“Yes please.”

We rushed to make ourselves look decent enough, Dan pulling his pants up and fixing his hair, and me trying to suppress my boner as much as possible by readjusting it in my boxers. Touching it only made it worse though. “We need to fucking get out of here” I groaned and he laughed, pecking my lips before exiting the bathroom first to make sure the coast was clear. After a few moments, my phone buzzed in my back pocket and I carefully slipped out the door.

We left the appropriate notes on our table and quickly found our way outside, deciding we’d gotten our money’s worth.

 “It’s okay, I think I’m pretty full” I joked as we slid into the back of a cab. I situated myself in the cracked leather seat and recited our address to the driver before turning to my boyfriend who already had his eyes fixated on me, causing me to blush. “What?” I giggled.

 “Just wait until we get home”