Sinning by Default

[Author's Note: Just want to say thank you to you who have reviewed. I totally appreciate it. And I apologise for my irregular updates, but it's just me, never a disciplined writer. Sorry. But anyway, here's another chapter, hope you like ^_^]



Jack woke up slowly, feeling too warm and comfortable to move or even crack open an eye. Another warm body was nestled into his own, breathing heavily in sleep. They had every right to be tired, Jack thought, it had been close to morning before they finally fell asleep, exhausted and content.

The light from outside slowly became more insisting and Jack opened his eyes, glancing at the clock on the wall.

It was half past nine and he suddenly remembered that Melissa would bring the girls sometime this morning. He shook Alex mildly, trying to wake him carefully.

“Wake up, it’s after nine already. Sorry to wake you but my daughters are visiting today.

And suddenly the still form was out of bed, out of the bedroom, and Jack followed him as he frantically searched for his clothes spread around in the apartment.

“What’s the hurry? Is something wrong?”

“I just hope they haven’t noticed I’m gone, I usually sleep very late at Sundays so they shouldn’t notice… have you seen my t-shirt…oh, there it is…” Jack realized that Alex had obviously been sneaking out again, and of course he should have known that.

“Will this give you any trouble?”

“Nah. Don’t worry.” Alex almost smiled. “This is the only thing except for art that doesn’t feel totally screwed up in my life right now. I’ve been sneaking around Nancy and David for years now.”

“Nancy and David?”

“Foster parents. Not like they’re my real mum and dad, you know.”

“How long have you been with them?”

“Since I was about ten.”

“Quite a while then, and before?”

“With my mother. She died. “ And as if he was suddenly shocked by his own words, Alex grabbed his boots in his hands and hurried to get out. As he opened the door and stepped out, Jack just a few steps behind, he ran straight into Lucy, almost tripping her over, but he just continued past Melissa and Angelica, running down the stairs, still with his boots in his hands, not looking back.

Jack did not really understand what had happened, but figuring it had something to do with Alex’s dead mother.

“Daddy?” Lucy asked, “Who was that.”

And he looked at his daughter and then met the disappointed stare of his former wife. He gestured for them to come in, and chatted happily with his daughters. He gave them some games to play and then led Melissa into the kitchen, closing the door behind them, knowing that the upcoming conversation was not for the ears of children.

“How old is he?” She obviously forced herself to remain calm.

“Sixteen. He’s legal.”

“Oh, Jack, he could practically be your son.”

“But he isn’t. I haven’t felt like this… I don’t know… I just have to…”

“Yes, I understand, I know you, you and your obsessions. But they never last, and what will you do then? Leave that boy broken-hearted. He’s simply too young to understand.”

“I’m not quite sure he doesn’t understand and this is not like before, not like with Samuel, this is different.”

“I’m sure it is. At least I’m not married to you anymore. But you are still the father of my children.”

“This won’t affect them.”

“I hope so… This is still a shock for me, you know, I knew you would be seeing men, I just wasn’t prepared for one quite so young, or to run into him.”

“I’m sorry about that. It wasn’t planned. Not much is when it comes to Alex.”

“So that’s his name… No, don’t worry , I’m not going to try to find out who he is. I might not like it but as long as you don’t do anything that will affect the girls your business is your own.”

“Thank you… This must have been the longest conversation we’ve had in a long time.”

“Yeah. I sometimes miss that. Our conversations. We should really never have become more than friends. I should have known better.”

“No, Melissa, I am the one who should’ve known better. I wish we could be friends again.”

“Me too. But it’s not that easy, it still hurts to meet you. But who knows, maybe some day.” She smiled. “Good luck, Jack, and don’t do anything stupid… I’m not asking why this boy…. why Alex ran away from you in panic, I don’t want to know, but be careful.”

“I will.”


Somehow Alex managed to sneak in unnoticed and creep into his own bed. He lay there, staring at the ceiling, not quite understanding what had happened this morning. Last night had been wonderful, more intense than anything he had ever experienced yet he could not believe how much he had told Jack, in just a few words he had told him more than he had told anyone before. He had even mentioned his mother. That what was had undone him, he hadn’t been able to say a word about her since she died and now he had open his mouth and the words just popped out, as if he talked to someone he could actually trust. He tried to think how he had only known Jack for a very short time and that little of this time had been spent talking, he tried to convince himself that if he cared too much it would only hurt more in the end. But right now, all he wanted was to run back to Jack. But he could not. He was a caught inside this big house and Jack was with his family. Yes, that was another shock entirely, Jack had kids, two girls who had stared curiously at him as he escaped the apartment. The oldest girl, the one he had almost tripped over, seemed to be maybe nine or ten, possibly only six years younger than him. The fact that Jack had a family, made him seem so much older, and Alex wondered how old he really was, but decided that he did not care after all.

When he had been back in his bed for about thirty minutes, Nancy knocked on his door, supposedly to wake him up.

“Alex! It’s already way past ten, you can’t sleep away the entire day!” Her voice was too cheerful and Alex did not answer, burying himself underneath the covers, thinking that he wanted to lie there until the next they. At least he had an art class then. And today he wouldn’t be allowed to go anywhere, if he got up Nancy would probably try to make him do some stupid task in the garden; telling him that he needed some sunlight, telling h im once again that he was too pale.


As Jack walked into the classroom, the first his gaze fell on was the head flowing with crimson hair and he briefly caught the boy’s gaze, trying to convey something he himself couldn’t quite define.

“Good afternoon. We have been working a lot with faces lately, but when making a portrait we will not always only have the face, or even concentrate on it. A body can also express feeling. So for today I thought we would do some studies of our model in different poses… But unfortunately the girl who was supposed to pose for us has turned ill and therefore I wondered if anyone of you would mind playing model just for today?”

Some of the girls giggled and a boy shouted out;

“Does the model need to take of their clothes?”

“No, I would definitely not ask someone inexperienced to do that", Jack said calmly, “And from what I’ve heard from Ms. Johnson you have already been through that kind of studies last term.”

No one volunteered.

“Someone please?” He was beginning to feel desperate, had thought this wouldn’t be a problem but now he figured he had forgotten how self-conscious sixteen year olds could really be. They probably thought it horrible to be studied by so many people at a time.

And then his eyes fell once again on the pale boy in the back, the head bowed down and remembered how beautiful he had looked that they on the chair in his studio. Jack remembered how that face had looked in ecstasy and he couldn’t stop himself.

“Alex? Help me out here. I’m sure you’re able to sit still for some time.” He smiled reassuringly as Alex looked up, terror written on his face. But then the anger turned to feigned indifference as he walked to the middle of the room, stood straight and stretched out his arms as if wanting to embrace the room.

“So, Mr. Winter, how do you want me?” As the class snickered Jack understood that Alex had managed to play it cool enough.

Jack watched the challenge in Alex eyes and an automatic, “Underneath me,” almost escaped his traitorous mouth before remembering he was in a classroom full of students.

“Just grab a chair and make yourself comfortable.” Was what he actually said.

He watched as Alex drew up a chair, sat down and slouched. His legs spread slightly , his hand resting on his stomach. It was an imitation of the pose he had held in Jack’s studio, only this time he was wearing a t-shirt and his hand was not so suggestively close to his crotch.

Jack ripped his eyes away from Alex, drew a deep shuddering breath and turned to the rest of the class.

“Ok, everyone, now that's settled; find a place where you get an angle you’d like to work on, use whatever materials you’d like today.”




Alex grew increasingly warm as the class passed, with every fevered glance from Jack as he helped the others with their work. After for what seemed a very long time the lesson ended.

“Ok. Good work everyone, time’s up for to day. Just clean away what you’ve used and then you’re free to go.” He turned to Alex, “And Alex, since you’ve got no cleaning away today I wondered if you would mind helping me tidying up a bit in the storeroom, it’ll be very quick if there’s two of us.”

Alex rose slowly, not trusting himself to say anything and followed Jack down the stairs too the room in the cellar where the school stored all their art material.

The thick door closed heavily behind him and in seconds he was being kissed desperately and responding with equal passion. Hands groped underneath too much clothing trying to get a feel of naked flesh. Alex tore his lips away and gazed up into eyes clouded by passion.

And he fell to his knees, doing quick work with the zipper of Jack’s pants, freeing the already hard length. He used his lips and his tongue to make it wet, avoiding using his teeth, not wanting to cause any pain. As he felt Jacks hand twisting his hair, holding his head hard, he took the length as far down his throat as he could without gagging and sucked with determination. His right hand was busy at the base of Jack’s cock but his left hand was down his own pants working himself to climax as he sucked Jack off. When he swallowed down the hot spurts of semen he came jerking into his own hand.

Jack’s knees seemed to buckle and he then he was kneeling on the floor next to Alex, kissing him again, but this time slowly, lazily. He grabbed Alex left hand and licked the liquid from the fingers one at a time, and Alex shuddered.

“I want you to know,” Jack said, “that you can come to my place whenever you want to, I know it can be hard for you to get away, but I want you all the time.” He gently caressed a perfect cheekbone, “And I would like to paint you,” he added, as an afterthought.