Who: Jacob and Connor (part 1/2) When: Wednesday, Nov 22nd, evening Where: Connor’s place Warning: NSFW Status: Complete
One of the shitty things about starting a new job was that you ended up low man on the totem pole, and got stuck with the shifts nobody wanted. Connor had expected that, and while he kept up the normal workplace-banter-gripes with people about having to work on Thanksgiving, he honestly didn’t mind it too much. It wasn’t like he had anything else to do. Going to his parents’ to have a meal was out of the question. Connor wouldn’t have eaten anything out of that house if his life depended on it. It probably depended on him not eating there. So having to work gave him a good excuse.
That meant he was off the day before though, and found himself restless and antsy throughout the day. There wasn’t any work to do around the rental house, or any more progress he could make on getting power of attorney. TV wasn’t interesting to him ninety percent of the time, and he couldn’t concentrate enough to read. He’d texted with Jacob some in the days between the boy’s fun night out at karaoke -- with some chagrin on Jacob’s part and more amusement on Connor’s -- but they hadn’t been able to get together again yet.
Muttering to himself that he couldn’t just turn to this kid every time he felt restless, Connor picked up his phone and set it to dial Jacob’s number. Maybe it was old fashioned to invite him over with his voice, but oh well. The Millennial would just have to deal with it.
Jacob was relieved to find Connor still talking to him after what had been a very embarrassing exchange of text messages during karaoke night. That night had been weird as hell, he'd been drunk, yes, but he didn't normally get so intensely happy and dumb when he drank. He might have chalked it up to just being a one off (people had weird days all the time, right?) if not for the fact that it had all worn off at midnight - on the nose. He'd come crashing down a few minutes after getting to his room, suddenly remembering all the shit that was going on his life and then he'd read the messages he'd sent Connor and about died from embarrassment.
Connor was being cool about it but Jacob wasn't sure they'd hook up again and he sure as hell wasn't expecting him to call. He was busy working when his phone buzzed and then buzzed again in a way that said it wasn't just a text message. Jacob looked up, brows inching upwards when he saw it was Connor calling and then he wasted no time picking up. He considered saying something dirty or teasing but thought better of it in case it was a butt dial or someone else fucking with Connor's phone. A cheery hello did the trick this time.
For a second Connor thought Jacob wasn’t going to answer. He definitely wasn’t leaving a goddamn voicemail, and the disappointment had started to bubble, but then there was his unrecorded greeting, and the small knot in Connor’s stomach loosened a tiny bit. Some young sub -- a beautiful, hot, and intriguing one, granted -- shouldn’t make him so nervous, but Jacob was pretty much the only good thing Connor had in Point Pleasant, so maybe nerves made sense. “Hey there,” he answered back, a tiny smile curling his lips. He realized a heartbeat later that he wasn’t quite sure how to start. “What are you up to tonight?” Connor tried to sound casual about it. Jacob might be busy or just not feeling up to a visit or something.
Not a butt dial, not a random stranger, just Connor's sexy voice. That instantly put a smile on Jacob's face and he dropped his pencil and leaned back in his chair. "Well that depends," he drawled, scraping his teeth against his bottom lip. "What do you want me to be up to tonight?" Would he drop everything and go to Connor's place? Absolutely. Even if it meant walking. He just hoped Connor wasn't calling for some other reason and actually wanted to know what he was up to. At least he wasn't at work, this phone call would have been a lot more painful in the clamor of loud machines and he would have felt trapped and frustrated.
Connor’s unsure little smile turned into a grin at that, and he gave a soft chuckle. What dom didn’t want to hear that kind of shit? They barely knew each other and Jacob was letting him dictate his evening plans. Tonight, at least. Connor wasn’t naive enough to think that was some sort of standing promise or something. “I think you ought to be tied to my bed with my cock in your mouth, personally,” he murmured, his smirk evident in his tone. Saying so put all kinds of delicious memories firmly into Connor's mind and he felt his cock stir in his pants. “Amongst other things. When can I come get you?” It was a bit of a gamble to assume the answer would be yes, but it felt right anyway.
Well that certainly put images in Jacob's mind too and for a second he felt like all the air had been knocked out of his lungs - but in a very, very nice way. "Now would be-," he started and then laughed softly as he corrected himself. "Whenever you want." He had almost skipped the shower when he got home and now he was really glad he hadn't given into his laziness. He was clean and groomed and all ready for Connor and maybe that had been a part of his motivation, that hope that Connor might contact him when he wasn't working and actually want to see him again.
Another chuckle escaped him, both for the eagerness of Jacob’s answer and the correction he made. “Then I’ll be on my way. Be ready. You like Thai food?” he asked, standing up from the couch. Connor walked to his room to grab a pair of socks. If he was going to bring the boy home and wear him out, he might as well feed him, right? Connor hoped Jacob didn’t have an early morning, or ... well, family plans, he supposed. Given the hour and how he was feeling, Connor wanted to keep him all night. Maybe it was too soon for that, but he didn’t think so. Not in a town this size, with such a lack of transportation.
Jacob had not expected that and he felt a pleasant sort of warmth spread through him along with his surprise. "Uhm, yeah," he murmured and realized he was a bit hungry and that eating was probably a good idea before sex, especially the kind of sex they were both into. He pushed himself from the desk and got up, heading for his closet to go through the few shirts he had. He hadn't expected to do any sort of dating or hooking up in Point Pleasant so he probably should go buy some more if this thing with Connor kept going. He definitely wanted to look good, even if he ended up not wearing it for long. "You remember where I live?"
“Sure do,” Connor confirmed easily. He tucked his phone against his shoulder for a moment to pull on his socks, then went back to the living room to grab a jacket. It was getting fucking cold out, and he was already dreading it when real winter set in. “I’ll text you when I’m there.” Leaving it at that, Connor hung up with a little smirk. This was going to be a good night. And he was going to pick up the food first, too, just to make Jacob wait a bit, build the anticipation. Connor wasn’t usually one for mind games, but keeping a sub a little off balance could be a good thing sometimes. He got his shoes on and headed out.
Jacob had no idea what they were doing, if they were eating somewhere or picking up take-out. He expected Connor to be there soon and the wait was driving him a little crazy, putting idea in his head that maybe Connor had changed his mind, that he'd already texted and it hadn't gone through, that something had happened to him on the way over. He checked his phone far too often, already wearing his jacket and shoes so it was getting too warm. He took off his jacket after a while and held it, leaning against the wall next to the front door. When his phone finally buzzed with Connor's message he jolted upright and sighed in relief before putting his jacket back on and heading out. He left his bag this time, expecting to just go straight to Connor's place and then back. He smiled as he got in Connor's car, the smell of food the first thing to catch his attention when he opened the door. "Smells good," he murmured, though his attention was on Connor and obviously so as he looked him up and down.
Connor just got a few different things from the Thai place, the usual stuff that most people liked, nothing too hot, just in case. Once he’d gotten to Jacob’s, he smiled as he watched him approach the car -- he looked good. Connor suspected it was hard for him to not look good, but still, it was a thing he couldn’t help but notice. “It does, doesn’t it?” he agreed as Jacob got in. Connor looked back at him, a little half-smile on his face. On impulse, he leaned over, one hand coming up to cup the side of Jacob’s neck and guide him into a kiss. He let it linger for moment, then sat back with a little hum. “Hope you’re hungry,” he added in a murmur, only halfway talking about the food.
"Yeah," Jacob said softly as he pulled back reluctantly, giving Connor a little smile. He didn't want the kiss to end but the sooner it did, the sooner they could drive to Connor's place, eat and then kiss some more - properly. And what had that been that Connor had said about his cock in Jacob's mouth? Yeah, that wasn't something they could easily do right there in the car and Jacob really wanted to get to that point tonight. "Glad you called," he added though he wasn't about to get into how he'd worried Connor would write him off after his idiotic texts. Because they had been really idiotic and out of character for him in the weirdest way.
Connor wasn’t thinking about the texts in the slightest. He was more interested in how good Jacob smelled, even with the Thai food mixed in, and how eager he was to get him home. As far as he was concerned, the silly rockstar selfie and the messages after had been pretty adorable, just a young man out having fun with his friends. Connor appreciated that Jacob had been thinking about him then. “Glad you answered,” he replied with a little grin. Connor put the car in gear and backed up to get them on their way. “Got any big plans tomorrow for the holiday?” he asked after a moment of driving.
Jacob nodded and pulled his seatbelt on. "I'm having dinner with a friend and her family," he replied and it almost felt like his own family after all these years. "How about you? Don't tell me you're working again." Connor worked a lot, Jacob had found out, but he supposed being a doctor was busy work. It might not be so bad in a town this size but it was Point Pleasant and shit just kept happening here. At least Connor had tonight off and Jacob was benefitting from it.
At least Jacob wasn’t going to be alone, that made Connor feel a bit better. Why he cared, he wasn’t really sure, but he did. “Sorry to say, yeah,” he answered, chuckling faintly. “Tomorrow and Friday. New guy gets the shitty shifts, that’s just how it goes everywhere. Least the holiday pay will be good.” That was always the bright side. Connor wasn’t hurting for money by far, but every bit of it helped. “Hope your dinner’s nice ... old friend?” he asked, glancing over at Jacob again. “Eating with other people’s families can be awkward.”
"Eh, they're practically family," Jacob said with a little smile. "We grew up together and I stayed over there all the time. It won't be awkward." He was always a tiny bit intimidated by Jocelyn's dad but that probably had more to do with his own issues than Mr. Day. "You said your parents moved here, right? Are they leaving you some leftover turkey?" It was a weird conversation to have with someone he was pretty sure was only going to be a sexual contact and Jacob was trying not to get ideas in his head about it being more than that.
Connor had grown up with a few friends like that -- people who were raised in normal, clean homes who acted as a haven to him when he just couldn’t stand to go back to his own house. Nobody ever knew just how bad it was until his early teens, but there had been several sets of parents who knew something was wrong at home for him, and who fed him and let him stay over often because of it. Connor thought now that some of them probably suspected he was molested and beaten, instead of just buried in filth all the time. He didn’t want to get into any of that though, not with Jacob, so he put on a lopsided smile and nodded slightly. “I’m sure they’ll save me a plate,” he said. They wouldn’t, they probably weren’t even aware of when Thanksgiving was exactly, but it was a good enough answer. “Your family live out of town?” he added. Connor couldn’t remember now if Jacob had told him.
"Yeah, Bangor," Jacob replied, not really eager to get into the details of his broken family either. He got along with his mom well but he didn't need Connor to know about his daddy issues and start making weird connections there or psycho-analyzing his like for BDSM and older guys. As far as Jacob was concerned the two were unrelated but he knew how it looked and the last thing he needed was for the guy he was fucking to think he was some kind of daddy substitute. "I've only been there for holidays, I graduated here and moved straight to Portland after high school."
Connor didn’t even want to think about how few years ago that must have been. So he decided not to. Jacob obviously didn’t care about the age gap between them -- or he got off on it. Either way, it didn’t matter because this could only be a fling, right? Right. Nevermind that the boy kept popping up in his mind whenever it was idle, and sometimes when it wasn’t. He wondered if these were weird topics, if Jacob didn’t want to talk about his personal life at all, if this would be better if it was more anonymous. That was some people’s preference, but not Connor’s, not really. He constantly rode that frustrating line of wanting more intimacy and wanting to keep his secrets. He nodded a bit to what Jacob said, then left the idle chit chat alone for a moment while he took a turn to take them back to Seaview. Then he aimed a little grin over at Jacob. “So since you’re a rockstar and all, I’m gonna need to hear you sing something soon,” he teased.
Jacob groaned, then laughed, shaking his head. "Oh my god," he drawled, covering his eyes for a moment or two. "I don't even know... how much we drank that night." He couldn't really tell Connor he thought there might have been something else going on because how could he explain it to someone who didn't know how fucked up this place was. "I can't sing, I don't know what it was I was drinking that made me believe I did but if you really want to hear me sing? You're going to have to come to karaoke with me and buy me a lot of drinks." It was a win/win situation, either Connor never got him to sing or Jacob got a date and drinks out of it so that would have to be his conditions.
He laughed along a bit, grinning at some fond memories of nights out with friends like that. It was something Connor hadn’t done in a long time, and he was probably too old to do it now. Or at least too old to excuse it to himself. If he had a date, however, that might be a different story. “I think I can handle that,” he murmured, still grinning as he glanced over at Jacob. He realized a second later that taking Jacob out in public might be ‘too much’ in his eyes or something, but it was too late now. It could just be construed as light banter anyway, so maybe he wouldn’t think much of it. “Looked like fun though. And it was nice to hear from you in the middle of a long-ass boring shift.”
Jacob wasn't about to tell him how he'd actually feared this would scare him off and hearing him say he'd liked the texts made him feel a little too strongly, probably. Nah, he could play it cool so he grinned at him and reached over to briefly brush his fingers along the back of Connor's neck. "I'll make sure to send you random dumb texts when I know you're working then," he promised - or threatened? - though he wasn't sure he would. Maybe if he knew for sure Connor was working - or if Connor texted him first. He was still worried he'd scare him off because it seemed so damn easy to do so with people.
The little touch sent a tiny pleasant shiver down Connor’s spine. He liked that Jacob took initiative, just a little tease without being too much. “I’ll hold you to that,” Connor said, amused. He had to imagine that their texts wouldn’t stay dumb very long, but would stray into naughty territory. Not that he minded that thought in the least. He couldn’t imagine Jacob would protest a peek down the front of his scrubs. Connor casually reached his hand over to rest it on the boy’s thigh for a moment, then took it back when he pulled up to his place. He put the car in park and twisted around to grab the food bag, then went to get out.
Jacob felt that brief touch so acutely, it was a reminder of how much he craved everything Connor had to give him and he could still feel it when Connor pulled his hand away. "Please do," he said coyly because being held to anything by Connor sounded like a very good thing. He got out of the car when Connor did and waited for him to lead the way, tugging his scarf loose before they even reached the door.
Connor let them into his little mobile home, and it was as neat as ever. He kept restless-cleaning whenever his anxiety started to kick up, so he was glad that he was bringing home something much more pleasant to grab than a sponge this time. He locked up behind Jacob and let them shed their coats before he led him into the kitchen to set the food down. Once his hands were free, he turned and moved in close to Jacob, pulling him in by the hips until their bodies were pressed flush together. Connor dipped his head in to kiss Jacob properly now that they were out of the car and upright.
Even without force behind it, Jacob could so easily feel the strength of Connor's body and it sent a pleasant wave of arousal through him, straight to his crotch. He kissed him back and tried not to get too wrapped up in it since they were going to eat before they did anything else and he didn't want to sit there with a boner longer than necessary. This was good though, so good, and he wrapped his arms around Connor's waist, drinking in the feel of his body against his own.
He was aware of the food, obviously, and Connor was hungry and he knew that they probably needed some fuel for the rest of the night, but Jacob’s lips felt so good. His body felt lovely too, and Connor kind of wanted to boost him up onto the counter and get things started. The waiting would make it even sweeter when he did get him into bed though, so Connor let it linger for a moment, then pulled back. He scraped his teeth over his bottom lip and gave Jacob a lazy little smile. “Hey,” he murmured, as if they’d just now properly greeted each other. That was how it felt, at least. “You ready to eat?”
"Hey," Jacob echoed and it was funny how a simple little word could make him feel all melty on the inside. He nodded to the question then and let his hands linger on Connor's waist, liking the feel of his body too much to let go right away. God he liked the way Connor smiled in a way that was definitely stupid and dangerous when it came to trying to avoid feelings. He'd already told him he was glad he'd called but he wanted to say it again, this time while looking right at him, like it was more intimate. He held back for now and stole a little kiss.
Those eyes of his were something else. Big and beautiful and sleepy. With the aristocratic nose and that haughty curve to his mouth to match, Jacob definitely had a bedroom face. It made the part of Connor that was overly aware of his age kind of surprised that Jacob seemed so interested. Thank god for guys with daddy fetishes, he supposed. After just gazing at him for a few heartbeats, Connor let out a little hum and pulled reluctantly back. He forced himself to turn and give attention to the food, unpacking it and getting a couple of plates and utensils.
Jacob thought about helping but he didn't know where anything was and he didn't want to overstep his boundaries. His stomach was still aflutter from just the way Connor looked at him and it wasn't until he figured out they were leaving the kitchen that he actually grabbed the bag of food and the glasses Connor set aside so he wouldn't have to carry everything. "Do you remember my safe word?" he said as they headed for the living room. They hadn't talked about actually playing but it was better to be safe and Jacob had other things in mind too. "I read something about how everyone should have one, no matter what role they're playing... So do you have one?"
Connor carried some things as well as he led the way to the living room. He had a small kitchen table, but there was something more informal about eating in front of the television. He could put something on low and it would take a bit of the pressure off to make small talk. Connor chuckled a bit when Jacob launched right into not-small talk. Good boy. Connor definitely appreciated straightforward partners. He was too old and experienced to not communicate directly. “Sure do ... surreal,” he answered Jacob’s first question as they sat down on the couch. Once they’d spread out a bit, Connor shrugged one shoulder. “I like to go with the green-yellow-red method. I like having that in-between word, you know? Dial it back a notch, but don’t stop.”
"Yeah?" Jacob replied as he settled down next to him, resting one knee up on the couch cushion to turn his body partially toward Connor. "I don't like safewords being a full stop, more... just check in with me." Having to stop meant he might push himself through stuff he didn't really like because he didn't want to stop either. "Did I tell you that last time?" He wasn't sure, but at least Connor knew now. Surreal just meant he need to clear his mind and get out of the role he was playing, speak frankly. He was just glad Connor wasn't one of those guys who wanted everything or nothing, that if Jacob couldn't take what he was giving him then he didn't deserve anything at all.
“Don’t think so,” Connor answered with a shake of his head. He was pretty sure he would’ve remembered that. “Noted, though.” He probably should’ve asked, but as he recalled, they were pretty damn eager last time. Taking a safeword as a full stop was the safest bet, but now that he knew what Jacob meant by it, that was how Connor would use it too. He’d never had to safeword as a dom, but it was reassuring that Jacob had asked him anyway. Connor knew he wasn’t completely inexperienced in the lifestyle, since he’d seen Jacob at the club and all, but some people just never took those lessons in consent. He got a good heap of food onto his plate and sat back a bit on the couch, mimicking Jacob’s position so he could look at him. “Anything else I should know? Old injuries or bad joints or something I should’ve asked about last time?” He gave a rueful little smile.
"Nah," Jacob replied with a grin. It was a sweet question, even sweeter with how Connor acknowledged he should have asked before but then Jacob thought it was his own responsibility to make sure a dom knew if something was wrong with him. He didn't have anything physical that he knew of and any limits not listed on his profile already were things he had yet to discover. That's what soft safe words were for, he guessed. "You were good last time," he added quietly, his grin turning warmer.
Connor liked that grin, and he gave a half-smile back, some flirtatious slyness in it. “Only good?” he murmured, amused. “Sounds like I’ll have to do better this time then.” He bounced one eyebrow at Jacob and then snickered as he forked some food up into his mouth. He was pretty sure that they’d both had a ball the last time, so to speak, but there was always room for improvement. One of the things about sex was that it just got better and better when it was with someone compatible.
If Connor could do even better then Jacob wasn't going to discourage him. Of course last time had been amazing and the only downside to it had been having to leave. He left that unspoken for now, thinking his expression was pretty telling already so he focused on eating instead, subtly shifting around so his knee was touching Connor's thigh. He couldn't resist, constantly feeling drawn to the older man, like a helpless piece of metal next to a powerful magnet. "Anything I should know?" he murmured after swallowing. "That you like or don't like."
It was sweet and kind of hot, the way Jacob kept touching him in subtle ways. Like anyone, Connor liked to feel desired, and there was nothing like being with somebody who couldn’t keep their hands off of you. And various other body parts. He put his fork down to briefly cover the side of Jacob’s knee with his hand, stroking once or twice with his thumb just to acknowledge the touch as he spoke. “There’s nothing big, really. Just communicate and trust me to do the same.” Like Jacob, all of his hard limits and big No’s were on his Fet profile, and they were obviously pretty familiar with one another’s. “I don’t mind you being a brat, I don’t demand twenty-four-seven subservience or anything, I know you’re a whole person and I play safe ... anything else we can deal with as it comes up. I’ll be sure to let you know,” he added with a little smirk.
It was such a light touch and it still put weight in Jacob's stomach, the heavy and comfortable kind that seemed to radiate heat up to his chest. He had to focus to hear what Connor was saying and eating helped keep him grounded so he shoved some more food in his mouth and nodded along. All of those sounded good and reasonable but that didn't surprise him, Connor had yet to disappoint him. He just hoped the feeling was mutual.
Connor had turned the TV on as they sat down, volume low, and when Jacob didn’t have much to say, he picked up the remote again to find something tolerable for a half hour or so while they ate. The food was decent, better than a town as small as Point Pleasant usually had, and Connor was content to just eat it and glance up at the screen every now and then, with Jacob’s knee pressed lightly against his thigh. Once they were done getting food in their stomachs, Connor was tempted to pull the younger man over against his side and just lounge for a while. He wasn’t sure if that would be too much ... but fuck it, right? They were both pretty obviously lonely, and they needed to let their food settle. So he got a bit more comfortable against the couch cushions, then gave Jacob’s arm a subtle tug and nodded his head in a ‘come here’ sort of way.
When they first hooked up, Jacob hadn't thought this was in the cards, eating together, snuggling? Something fluttered inside of him again and he moved in languidly, leaning in against Connor. He was solid and warm and Jacob couldn't think of anywhere else he wanted to be. He kept his gaze on the TV, even if all his attention was on Connor. This stay at Point Pleasant wasn't anything like he had imagined. He'd braced himself for loneliness and touch-starvation but if anything he was getting more than he had in Portland.
It was beyond nice, having someone leaning against him. Connor had always liked that feeling. He put an arm around Jacob and gazed toward the television himself, though his mind wasn’t on it either. Connor hadn’t really had a boyfriend in quite a while -- once his last relationship had fallen apart, it just hadn’t been something he really wanted to seek out. So he’d missed this. Maybe it was stupid to do it with a kid who might end up flaking out on him, but he was just trying to take things as they were and enjoy things as they happened. He needed some balance of good shit in his life, and so far Jacob had been obliging in giving him that. After a while, Connor lifted his hand to drift fingers through Jacob’s hair, idly paying attention to how he was breathing.
Jacob felt calm, calmer than he had in a few days. He'd felt a tiny bit weird at first and his breathing had felt a little strained but this was good and he had slowly but surely relaxed into it. When Connor's fingers brushed against his head he tilted his head back enough to look up at him, studying the texture of his skin and stubble, so close to his own face. He couldn't resist brushing his nose against Connor's neck, stretching his own to get closer and happily breathing him in. He'd been in relationships before but in hindsight they felt more like friendship with sex that was only so-so. Not that this was a relationship, but god it could be.
The soft touch of skin and breath against his neck made Connor’s eyelids droop a bit, warmth spreading slowly through his stomach. He let Jacob nuzzle for a moment, drinking in the sensation. Oftentimes it was hard to get tenderness directed his way as a dominant, especially with just surface encounters with people, so it was nice to get it spontaneously. His fingers stilled in Jacob’s hair for a moment, then slipped a bit further down to trace the curve of his ear and lightly stroke that sensitive spot just under and behind it. He didn’t move to do anything more yet, curious to see what Jacob would do with minimal prompting.
Jacob closed his eyes at the touch. That comfortable weight that had been in his stomach earlier was back with a vengeance, sinking lower to spread warmth to his cock and balls. He was so fucking easy, but in the moment that felt like a good thing. He brushed his lips against Connor's neck, feather light at first, not quite kissing. After a moment he parted them more and pressed them closer to the skin, slipping his tongue out to taste before nibbling softly. The air felt thicker and while he wasn't being very submissive in the moment he could still feel that familiar buzz in his body.
Connor’s breaths were coming a bit deeper and heavier now as he felt the tingling from Jacob’s mouth at his neck traveling lower into his body. He wasn’t even listening to what was being said on the TV anymore, but Connor wasn’t ready yet to interrupt this to put on music. He moved his free hand over from where it had been resting to stroke it over Jacob’s chest until his fingers found the bump of a nipple under his shirt. Connor started to tease it through the cotton, his other palm sliding around to lightly cup the front of Jacob’s neck, fingertips at the sides of his jaw. He could feel the muscles working there, and it was hot as hell. After another moment or two of indulgence, he used that light grip to hold Jacob’s head in place as he shifted to catch the boy’s lips with his own.
Jacob didn't mind the tv background noise, it was like static now, far away and inconsequential, all he was focused on was Connor. The tightening of his hold was like turning on a switch and Jacob felt like he was melting, letting out a soft moan into the kiss. His nipples were both hard, even if Connor was only toying with one of them, and Jacob only barely kept himself from squirming as his cock grew harder, pressing against his jeans. He wondered if Connor ever liked vanilla sex, realizing with some surprise that he didn't think it would be boring with him but that was a dangerous little path to go down - full of feelings.
If there was a surefire way to get Connor’s engine revving, it was a moan like that. Completely involuntary, helpless, and all his doing. His own cock was a little slower to react to foreplay like this, but it started to swell in his boxer briefs as he kissed Jacob and toyed with his nipple. Connor kept that hand on his neck, his fingers pressing a bit harder into Jacob’s jaw. A lot of subs liked to be held with real pressure, and Connor was more than happy to oblige. He delved his tongue deep into Jacob’s mouth -- there wasn’t much to taste but the spice from the food they’d both eaten, but he gave an appreciative little hum anyway, moving his touch to Jacob’s other nipple. He pinched that one to vary the sensations, laying the groundwork to keep Jacob on his toes tonight.
If Jacob had the mind for it he'd be impressed with how fast Connor took him from one mindset to another, from comfortable and snuggly to this riled up, all in mere seconds. He ran his fingers along Connor's arm, his other hand slipping from between their bodies to stroke Connor's thigh. He definitely liked that firm hold Connor had on him, like he couldn't pull back even if he wanted to - he really did not want to. He was having a harder time not squirming now, his body wanting more, to get closer to Connor, to touch him and feel his naked skin under his fingertips.
Connor really appreciated that Jacob wasn’t afraid to touch him. He liked having control over certain things, of course, granting and withdrawing permission. But he much preferred it when a lover took his own initiative as well; Connor had no desire to just play with a sex doll or something. He wanted to fuck an active participant, even when he was mostly holding the reins. Using the grip on Jacob’s neck, Connor pulled their mouths apart, giving Jacob’s bottom lip a teasing nip as he did so. Connor gave a hum and licked his lips. “You are delicious,” he murmured. “Keep that up and I’m gonna make you dessert.” It was an affectionate threat; they both knew where this was going and how willing they both were to get there.
"You can do whatever you want," Jacob replied, the words slow and quiet and mostly true. He trusted Connor in a way he hadn't been expecting. If he ever needed to use his safe word he was pretty sure it was going to be because of something dumb like a cramp or something, not because Connor was doing something he hated. There was also something thrilling about suggesting that, giving him free reign. Being told he was delicious felt stupidly good, coming from someone like Connor. It just made him want to be better for him.
“Damn right I can,” Connor replied just as softly, a bit of a lazy drawl to the words. He quirked a tiny grin, his eyes heavy lidded as he gazed at Jacob for a few heartbeats. That was another fun thing about being a dom -- he got to admire his beautiful sub for as long as he wanted. Some of them even loved how squirmy it made them feel. “Your food all settled?” he asked and pinched Jacob’s nipple again, his tone and fingers in complete contrast. He thought maybe he wanted to hurt Jacob a little bit more this round. He made such a pretty face.
Jacob did feel like squirming and he found it hard to hold eye contact with Connor the longer he looked at him with scrutiny. He twitched at the unexpected pinch and nodded sharply, feeling a little floaty and weird in the moment. It didn't take much, apparently, not with the right dom. He'd had about a million fantasies about Connor since the last time they were together and none of them came close to the reality of being there with him, even if they were still both fully dressed.
Connor had spent a share of his own time thinking about Jacob. Daydreaming, planning, hoping that they would see each other again and he would get to put some of that into action. Now that Jacob was here in front of him, warm and solid and all his to play with, Connor hardly knew where to start. “Get up,” he murmured, still looking Jacob in the eye. “Go kneel in front of my bedroom door and wait for me.” He squeezed the boy’s jaw hard for a second, kissed him again, then let him go. Connor wouldn’t leave him waiting long, he just wanted to grab something from the kitchen and turn some music on.
Jacob's heart had picked up speed, in part because of the order but most of all it was the way Connor clutched his jaw so hard it almost hurt. He stood up and walked away, then paused and turned around as he remembered Connor's rule about his bedroom. "Do you want me to strip?" he asked and despite his trust in Connor his reluctance to disappoint Connor was laced with just a touch of delicious fear.
A faint smirk crossed his face, but there was real appreciation there that Jacob asked for clarification. “Not yet. I wanna watch that,” he told him. “Don’t go in, just kneel and wait.” He did indeed to hold fast to that rule, because it was one of his favorites. He loved having a private place where he could have as much access to a sub as he wanted, where there were no physical barriers and he could keep the clothed advantage for as long as he saw fit. It was such a sense of control.
"Okay," Jacob murmured a small smile tugging on the corners of his lips before he resisted it and turned to walk down the hallway. It was almost like he could feel the invisible barrier between the hall and the room and he knelt close to the threshold with his hands in his lap and his head bowed down. He didn't need to watch for Connor, he just listened as he let the anticipation build in his chest. Soon, soon Connor would be there and Jacob could be patient, letting his thoughts race around with ideas of what might be coming. When the music turned on he knew Connor would be there shortly - or at least he hoped so.
Connor didn’t make him wait unnecessarily. He got his Spotify running with his favorite sexy playlist, the music coming out of several bluetooth speakers set up around the house. Including in the bedroom. He got a couple of cold water bottles from the fridge to have on hand for whenever they were done or needed a break, and a spare towel. Connor could’ve done all that setting up earlier, he supposed, but the decision to call Jacob had kind of been impulsive, and then he’d left immediately. It gave him a hot little thrill to walk up on Jacob on his knees in the hallway, just as instructed. God, he was just so pretty. “Good boy,” he murmured, his free hand moving to drift through Jacob’s hair. Connor nudged his jaw with his fingers to get Jacob to look up at him, thumb brushing over his bottom lip. “Stand up and strip.”
Jacob got up as languidly as he could and wasted no time in peeling his t-shirt off, then unbuttoning his jeans. His heart was beating fast and hard and he could feel his pulse in his wrists and neck, hard and anticipating. When he took his jeans off, he pulled off his socks as well, then paused with his thumbs in the waistband of his boxer briefs, more for show than in any real hesitation. He took that moment to look Connor over, appreciating the things he'd brought and the music already playing. It kind of made him want to do a strip tease but Connor hadn't asked him to so he pulled his underwear down without any fanfare then stood straight with his arms against his sides, watching Connor intently.
While Jacob appreciated Connor, Connor appreciated him right back, watching the young man shed his clothing with silent relish. He still had a beautiful body. Not that that would’ve changed in the week or so since they saw each other last, but it was nice to see again and confirm. Connor stood quietly for a moment, letting his gaze wander down Jacob’s naked body there in his hallway, lingering around the pleasant flush in his cock. “Go inside and sit on the bed,” he instructed with a tiny nod toward his open bedroom door, his voice a bit more husky now. When Jacob turned to obey, he bent to pick up Jacob’s clothes and followed him into the bedroom, setting them down on the dresser. He left the water bottles there too.
Jacob did as he was told, sitting down on the soft covers and waiting for Connor to join him - or give him further instructions. He really liked Connor's place, it suited him and it was clean and comfortable. It wasn't cluttered at all, quite the opposite and maybe too much so but it still had a nice lived in vibe to it. Being there on his bed again just brought back all the memories of their first time together, the bruise on his wrist that had faded, the way Connor's cock felt inside of him. He wet his lips and looked over to the dresser where Connor was putting the things away, smiling a little at the older man. Ugh he looked hot and the fact he was fully clothed while Jacob was naked made Jacob feel a little vulnerable - but he liked that.
Connor turned to approach the bed, tossing the towel down at the foot of it, his eyes on Jacob. He looked a bit uncertain in that hot, anticipatory way. Connor enjoyed having a boy just waiting for his instructions. It was warm in the bedroom and he knew it was about to get warmer, so Connor pulled his dark long-sleeve shirt up and off. He let it drop as he ambled over to stand right in front of Jacob, just in jeans now, with a belt and socks. He hadn’t let Jacob see much of him the first time before everything got underway, but this time was going to be different. “You in the mood for anything specific?” he asked in a low murmur, nudging Jacob’s legs further apart so he could stand between them. Connor idly ran his fingers up the length of Jacob’s arms and shoulders.
"Whatever you want," Jacob said and his voice cracked a little, even if he meant it. He felt touch-starved, his fingers aching to run over Connor's bare chest and arms, his body tense with the need to get closer to him. If Connor wanted vanilla sex, Jacob would be happy. If he wanted to beat him within an inch of his life... well, less happy but he'd go with it. He had to wonder if that made him crazy or suicidal or something, it probably wasn't healthy but he didn't care if it made him happy and right now, Connor was touching him and he could feel his body spring to life. "Can I touch you?" he asked softly, trying to focus on Connor's face even if he wanted to explore what he could see of his body.
He drifted one set of fingers through Jacob’s hair, another of those little smiles crossing his face at the question. He liked that Jacob had taken the liberty to touch him outside of this room, but now he was asking permission. Like something shifted once they crossed the threshold. Connor wanted to encourage that. His bedroom was his domain, and Jacob became his toy to play with while they were in there. Connor hoped he liked that arrangement; it certainly looked like it. “Yes, you can,” he murmured, brushing his thumbs over Jacob’s jaw as he gazed down at him. “With any part of you.” He lifted his knee onto the edge of the bed and nudged it against Jacob’s crotch, just a gentle pressure for the moment.
Jacob's breath hitched a little at the contact, as if he wasn't already wound up and horny. There was definitely a shift at that threshold and he could feel it like it was a physical thing; he felt the tickle of it as soon as he was near Connor, like his body already knew its master and wanted to please him. Permission granted, he did what he'd wanted to do, running his hands down Connor's torso, from his chest to his stomach, his thumb lightly brushing over the small scar on his abdomen. He took his time looking him over too, not sure he could enjoy the view when they really got started and Connor was fucking gorgeous, deserving attention.
It felt like a lovely indulgence, being touched like that, so reverently. Connor kept himself in good shape, but he knew he was getting older and it was showing here and there in his body. Probably in ways only he could see so far, but it was still always a boost to feel sexy and desired. He stroked Connor back, his shoulders and the back of his neck and head, warmth seeping deeper into his body. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered huskily. “Take my belt off.” He put a tiny bit more pressure against Jacob’s erection with his knee, liking how the denim looked against the flushed and needy skin.
The more he was touched, the more Jacob realized how fucked he would have been if he'd come to Point Pleasant and not had friends here, not had Connor. He'd be touch starved and miserable and no doubt his nightmares would be even worse. He closed his eyes for a few seconds just to drink in that sensation of Connor's hands on him and then Connor moved and Jacob let out a little involuntary moan. He didn't hesitate to move his hand down to Connor's belt, pulling it out of its loop, tugging hard enough to get it loose as he looked up at Connor with unveiled hunger.
The eager way Jacob pulled his belt free was sexy, just like everything else about him. Connor’s jeans re-settled a bit lower on his hips, the elastic band of his boxer briefs peeking out a bit. He drifted his hand gently through Jacob’s hair one more time, then took hold of his shoulders and pushed him abruptly backward onto the bed. Connor pushed his jeans down and stepped out of them, stripped his socks off too, then climbed up onto the bed with Jacob. Boxer briefs still on, Connor straddled Jacob’s body, guiding his arms up over his head before he settled some weight on the boy’s chest. Connor stroked his hand over the side of Jacob’s face again before giving it a smack, just to see him wince.
It was all abrupt, especially after the slow and gentle pace they'd been going at. Jacob stayed down when he was pushed and watched Connor with a heady feeling washing over him. The smack was a surprise, even if it shouldn't have been. It wasn't quite hard enough to hurt but it still made that heat pooling in his groin grow hotter, more urgent. He licked his lips, his gaze fixed on Connor's face again, a little spark of a challenge twinkling in his eyes. He didn't challenge him physically though, his hands staying right where Connor had placed them.
Jacob might not have put physical action behind it, but Connor could still see that little spark. It made his stomach clench in such a pleasant way. Still holding Jacob’s gaze, Connor reached back with one hand to find his cock. He teased it with his fingertips first, tracing the lines of it before he wrapped his fingers around it. It was hard and hot in Connor’s hand, just how he wanted it, and he gave Jacob a few slow strokes as he watched his face. Connor’s own cock had gotten half-hard in his boxers just from everything they’d done so far, and before the next minute was up, it was pushing the soft material into a tent.
The challenge in Jacob's eyes died down a little, replaced with something warmer and needier. He couldn't help but buck up into Connor's grip a little, partially out of reflex, partially because he wanted Connor to know how much he wanted him, how good it felt. He moved his right hand from the spot Connor had placed it, tracing a line down Connor's arm while wondering if Connor would discipline him for doing so, let him do it or simply push his hand away. He did have permission to touch, unless it had expired, and the thought made him a little giddy.
Connor let go of Jacob’s cock for a brief moment, just long enough to spit into his hand. He went back to stroking it slowly. The angle wasn’t the best, considering he was doing it all behind himself, but he didn’t really care. It wasn’t for Jacob, it was for him. To feel how hard his boy was for him, even with minimal provocation. “You been jerking off a lot, thinking about me?” he murmured down at Jacob quietly. He allowed the touch for a few seconds, then reached with his free hand to take hold of Jacob’s wrist. He guided the boy’s hand to the hardon in his boxers instead, wanting him to feel how aroused he made Connor in return. He didn’t let go to give him free reign, just held his hand in place against his cock.
"Yeah," Jacob breathed, not about to lie to Connor's face about that. He'd jerked off a lot because it had been too long since their first time - in his opinion. There wasn't much he could do with the way Connor held his wrist but just touching Connor's hard cock made his own twitch happily in Connor's grip. Jacob felt like he hadn't come for a while which made no sense since he'd rubbed one out that morning but it was different with someone else touching him, with someone he got hard just thinking about.
It made Connor happy and incredibly horny to hear that. Not that he needed much of a boost in either direction, but damn. He squeezed Jacob’s cock and rubbed his thumb over the head of it, liking the way it jumped against his hand. “Yeah?” he said quietly back. Connor let go of Jacob’s wrist and pulled the front of his boxer briefs down to free his cock. He wrapped his own hand around it, tapping the head against the side of Jacob’s jaw before he gave it a stroke or two in sync with his other hand. “Me too. I been thinking about you a lot. About this tight, pretty little body, about sucking your cock, about fucking all the cum out of you.”
Funny how words could make a person come undone Jacob thought as he felt himself unravel, his breath hitching as he dropped his hand onto Connor's thigh and turned his head just a touch - eager to taste Connor's cock again. His own was wet at the tip under Connor's thumb and it was hard not to buck up into the touch when he already felt this needy. He moved his head enough to brush his lips against Connor's cock, his tongue darting out for a quick taste of him. Some guys didn't like being called 'pretty' and Jacob thought they were idiots, something about it made gave him a deep satisfaction, especially in the context of everything else Connor said.
Connor was fairly certain he could see the way Jacob was melting under him and slipping further into that submissive headspace. He was at least getting hornier and more desperate, that much was pretty obvious. Connor grinned down at him as Jacob got a lick of his cock, and he guided it over to rub the head of it against the boy’s lips. That pretty mouth. He wanted to just shove himself between them and face-fuck Jacob, but he was working on teasing them both at the moment, so he just toyed with him a little bit. After another moment, Connor pulled away and unstraddled Jacob’s chest, kneeling at his side instead. He ran his hands over Jacob’s torso and thighs before leaning over to give the underside of his cock a long, slow lick.
Jacob almost whined when Connor pulled away. Almost. He managed to hold back but there was a small sound in the back of his throat he couldn't quite swallow. He reached out to touch him again and his disappointment quickly dispersed when Connor leaned over him. Jacob had a feeling he wasn't going to stay there but it felt good - so good- that he let out a soft moan, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. Connor hadn't said anything about not touching him and he hadn't given Jacob an order not to so he indulged himself by reaching down and touching his hair, lightly because he had no illusions on who was in charge.