please read this!

this chapter doesn't contribute to the plot. not at all. not even if you tilted your head to the side and squinted a little. this is just a drabble of smut that i felt inclined to post at 2 am and now i'd feel bad for those who reviewed if i take it down. there will be more development in the next chapter, so if that's what you're after, feel free to skip this. or don't. if you need me i'll be dwelling over why im still stuck on this lame-ass planet (earth)

Jamie squirms and whimpers beneath him as Jack sucks his dick into oblivion. He couldn't move, the cool hands pinning his hips to the bed wouldn't allow it, but he could feel the suction and the wetness and the consistent lapping of a tongue against his member.

His small fists buried in Jack's snowy hair, and the spirit bobbed faster. Wet, lewd sounds were permeating the room, fuzing with Jamie's breathy pants and gave birth to an olfactory sensation that was downright filthy.

The boy's legs were quaking, a sign he was about to spew again, but Jack wasn't having it. In one, lurid movement, he let the slick flesh pop form between his lips and watched as it twitched pitifully in the air.

A string of saliva and pre-come attached his lips to the head. A smirk tugged at his lips as he glanced up at Jamie with burning, azure eyes to take in the kid's expression.

Jamie was borderline sobbing, moaning like a whore. His face was red enough to burst and when Jack leaned in to swirl his tongue around the leaking head, cleaning up the splotches of white, he was more than positive he was going to die.

"Almost there, Jamie," he said, leaning over a nightstand for lube and bumping his dick against the boy's in the process. "Don't pass out."

The boy whimpered in response and watched with watery eyes as Jack popped open the cap and squirted a liberal amount directly onto his cock. Jamie swallowed; his round, innocent eyes took in the sight of thick globs of clear sliding down the red, veiny expanse of Jack's dick.

The spirit chuckled and ran his fingers through the mess of lubricant on his cock. "Open up," he said, thrusting into the slick fist held tight around his cock.

Jamie flushed even darker, if possible, but complied nonetheless. His legs twitched apart a few more increments, still shy towards the prospect of exposure for reasons unknown, but Jack wasn't having any of it. "Wider," he ordered, tone cold and slicing into his flesh.

The boy spread his legs an inch more or so, whimpering at the cool expanse of the air gracing the heated mess between his legs. Jack growled in frustration and forced his legs apart, spreading them sinfully wide. He then lifted his hips up and back until the kid was bent in two with the pink flesh of his asshole ruthlessly exposed.

"So flexible," Jack breathed, and Jamie absolutely glowed at his appraisal. Cool fingers then reached up and slid through the damp mass of Jamie's hair. Get ready, Jack was saying, without having to mumble a word, and when Jamie looked into his eyes he was met with a gaze that leveled him into the ground and reminded him that it was okay, that Jack wouldn't hurt him if he could avoid it.

Jack leaned forward to grace him with a kiss. His lips were soft and cool and lingered against Jamie's, which were flushed red and parted slightly as he panted. He then took hold of the boy's hips, which still fit flawlessly into his palms, and aligned the the head of his cock against his hole.

"Sh," he cooed against his flushed lips, and Jamie wailed when the spirit began forcing his way inside. "Sh," he repeated, and proceeded to sink into the tightness of the boy's hole.

me: (points to this gay ass shit) hey would ya look at that