The noise that it makes when Jamie pulls his mouth off of Alex to catch his breath is so startlingly obscene that Alex can't help but let out a little laugh, his eyes widening as Jamie's nose wrinkles in disgust. His cheeks are already pink, no more room to flush, but Alex is sure that if there were a brighter shade of pink that a person's face could be Jamie would be achieving it.
Jamie smacks Alex on the thigh. "Don't laugh," he says, miserably - "This is hard enough as it is without you makin' a joke out of it."
Alex immediately shakes his head and quickly runs his hand through Jamie's hair. "No, no, 'm not laughin' at you, I promise," he says. "You're doin' perfectly."
Jamie huffs and presses his nose into Alex's leg for a second, visibly trying to recover emotionally, which is- well, okay, yeah, it's cute. Jamie's always been cute when he's flustered beyond belief and trying hard not to let it get the best of him; Alex can't do anything but twist his fingers into Jamie's hair and try not to start begging him to keep going. As much as he wants to let Jamie take everything at his own pace, Jesus Christ, he's only a twenty-one year old getting his first hummer from a bloke. Of course he's kind of losing his mind.
Jamie finally pulls away, clears his throat, and wraps his mouth around Alex again. Alex should be awarded for the amount of self-control he exerts in the effort to avoid tearing Jamie's hair out, his fingers twitching and tugging just a bit but definitively not yanking. Jamie lets out a little grunt at the very light pull, and flicks his eyes up to Alex to give him a little spiteful look. Alex lets out a little apologetic noise that melts into a moan when Jamie wraps his hand around him again and squeezes his eyes shut, seemingly to focus as he slowly leans himself down further.
Alex is going to die. Jamie's other hand is wrapped around his hip, pressing him against the wall from where he's knelt in front of him, and Jamie's clearly unskilled and unpracticed, due to this also being his first time with something like this, so he's trying so hard, lips wrapped around his teeth to keep them away from Alex's sensitive skin. Alex loves him, he thinks; well, he knows it, really, it's just hard to put a pin on it sometimes. Right now, though, with Jamie opening his eyes to look up at Alex, wide and blue with that dark ring Alex can't remember the name of around his iris and his face so red he looks like he might be about to burst, there's no question, he just does.
Alex makes a sound that's far too loud; Matt and Nick are just one room over, and besides that there's someone on the other side of them too, strangers. His free hand moves up to cover his mouth. Jamie makes a little squeaky noise in the back of his throat, mouth too full to articulate anything, and slowly - like, carefully - starts to bob his head.
Alex's fingers twist in a little more sharply, and Jamie grunts again, this time less annoyed, more soft than anything. If Alex didn't know any better, he'd think Jamie liked the feeling.
He doesn't have time to try it again, because Jamie pauses, sucks in a breath through his nose, and then actually, really goes for it, and Alex can't think about anything but the drag of lips and tongue against his cock and the panting he's doing into his own hand, hips twitching in very small circles that Jamie struggles to accommodate for a tiny amount of time before his grip tightens on Alex's hip and pushes him against the wall again. That's fair enough, and Alex also moans, sharp and quiet, at the way it feels to have Jamie's fingers digging into his skin and holding him in place, something he's always known he liked - there's only so many times you can play-fight with a guy and pop a boner before you realize something's up.
The build is regretfully quick, Alex panting and letting out sharp, muffled sounds into his hand to match the ones Jamie's letting out around him. Another little groan, and Jamie swallows, and Alex suddenly realizes -
"Jamie, Jamie," he rushes out, lifting his hand just a bit to speak. "Cl- close, gonna, I'm-"
Jamie's eyes widen, and he pulls off and focuses in with that hand around him, staring up at Alex and panting for breath himself, pupils blown so wide from the exertion of the activity, Jesus Christ he's so pretty that Alex almost immediately comes on his face.
There are a good few seconds where Alex loses the ability to think, ears rushing with blood and eyes unfocusing as he shakes and tries to get himself together, but when he finally comes back to Earth he's treated to the sight of Jamie sitting back on his heels with come on his cheek and the side of his mouth. He's wearing a particular face Alex has come to know pretty well, so turned on that he's tamping down the annoyance in his chest that he'd otherwise be running his mouth off about.
"Sorry," Alex says, voice wavering with mirth - "I did warn ya."
Jamie's nose wrinkles, and he lifts a hand to wipe at his face. "Shut up," he tells him, lip curling up with frustration and, probably, embarrassment.
Alex moves quickly to drop down and join Jamie on the hotel room carpet, leaning back against the wall again with a hand on the back of Jamie's neck to drag him forward for a kiss. Jamie lets him, even splits his lips into a little grin before they make contact. Alex thinks he would normally find the taste he gets from Jamie's mouth - his own come, that is - gross, but at the moment it's actually kind of amazing, because Jamie's smiling and breathing against his lips and leaning closer and closer to the point that Alex is having to tilt his head up and press himself down to make room until Jamie's climbed into his lap and threaded his fingers through his hair to rub at the back of his head. Affectionate, he is. Not the word most people would normally use for when someone's trying to shove their tongue down your throat after blowing you, but then, Alex isn't most people, and Jamie's not really either, is he.
Alex can't help the little hitching sounds that are coming out of him every time Jamie shifts in his lap, still sensitive and starting to get very frustrated with the fact that Jamie's still in his fucking jeans. His hands move to start fumbling with Jamie's button. Jamie hisses into Alex's mouth when the zipper comes undone and pulls back to start shoving his jeans down. They've done shit along these lines before, a handjob in a bedroom or a bit of, as they say, a bump and grind in the bathroom of the tour bus. That one was risky, and Jamie's still kind of pissed at Alex for it, although Alex is pretty sure he's only pissed because Nick for sure heard them, given the way he looked at Jamie when he came back first.
Anyway, Jamie right now looks pretty in need of a bit of help, and Alex is always willing to oblige. He moves his hands up to help Jamie shove his jeans and briefs down, get him out, and yeah, he's never gonna get tired of the sight of that, Jamie's dick flushed pink and damp at the front where he must have been smearing against his pants. "Look at that," he breathes, eyelids fluttering a couple times. "Pretty."
Jamie's head shakes a bit against the side of Alex's neck, and he can almost feel him thinking about how to snip at Alex for the comment. He doesn't get to - Alex spits into his hand, wraps it around Jamie, and gets to it.
Jamie moans into Alex's neck and rocks forward into his grip, his hand coming up to get a handful of Alex's hair to hold him close. He's not the most verbal, no, but he can be right noisy, Alex has learned, moans and pants and groans and on occasion little whines that almost sound like they hurt to have come out. "Al," he lets out, voice tight and fingers tugging at his hair, and he seems like he's gonna say something after that, but all that comes out is one of those aforementioned whines, raspy and high and breaking off into another groan that it sounds like he's forcing himself to do instead.
Alex's hand - the one that isn't otherwise busy - moves up to tangle in Jamie's hair and pull him up off his shoulder, so he can properly appreciate his face, the way his eyes are half-shut and his mouth is hanging open and there's still Alex's mess on his face. "God," Alex sighs, his hand speeding up.
Jamie lifts his eyes up to meet his, mostly unfocused, and lets out a little thin, reedy sound. Limbal ring, that's what it's called, he remembers. "Eh-?" Jamie lets out, panting and rocking into Alex's hand.
"I love you," Alex says, voice cracking, and is almost startled when he feels Jamie twitch, pulse in his hand, and come.