WHO: Jakob and Kyrie WHEN: September 12th WHERE: Jakob’s home WHAT: Taking the next step WARNINGS: Talk of death. Sex. STATUS: Incomplete
For the first time he wanted to blink away, somewhere far from the Island. He sat on his couch and sent Roman a secured message with his report of observations, gossip he’d heard and a request to please see if he could get an off island assignment- even if it was just a quick pick up or drop off. He claimed he was starting to feel restless, but in fact he was feeling sad and angry over one of his only actual friends demises. The one person he’d hung out with because he chose to- even if he couldn’t tell her who he really worked for. Of course, with getting close to Kyrie and working to gain her trust and eventually turning her into an asset, he’d not had a lot of time to reach out to her to see about getting a drink (and she wasn’t the type to reach out herself). It almost made it feel worse that she was gone, that he’d ignored her. That wonder and doubt about if he could have done anything had he been closer to her.
Jakob tossed his phone into the table and picked up his drink. He had to be careful not to actually get drunk- though Rikken had trained him well in keep his composure. Still, he always tried to err on the side of caution. But even so, he wanted to numb some of the loss he felt.
He was just finishing up the bottle of beer when he heard a knock at his door. “Shit.” He hissed under his breath as he got up and grabbed his computer and secure phone and slid them into the false compartment under the bookshelf. His place was supposed to look just like everyone elses- and it did. Well, save for the fact that he didn’t really have any personal items. Sliding the compartment closed he moved to the door and opened it. There was Kyrie. Did they have plans? Shit, he’d forgotten they were going to catch a movie. His face grimaced and he leaned on the door. “Oh god. I’m a jackass.”
Kyrie hadn’t felt up to doing much; the recent discovery and flow of rumors had rendered the petite brunette immobile with fear. She had kept herself in her apartment and cried, afraid to leave. What if that had been her? She didn’t know Hannah but Kyrie did know that nobody deserved to die like that.
Who would be next? Another guard? Another resident? These were fears she had on the back of her mind constantly, so much it was almost crippling. She was scared to go to work but she also didn’t want to let Jake down. Promising to listen, to gather information, she needed to be brave.
Maybe a distraction was a good idea - the promise to go out and do something he’d made weighed heavily upon her. Kyrie had put something on she thought he would like, just a dress and a denim jacket, before heading out into the evening. With more caution than usual she found herself moving to his place and finally reaching the door.
It took all of her energy not to just pounce on him when he opened it, that paranoia touching the edges of her nerves. At his comment she smiled, shook her head, “No! Why?”
Jakob was not dressed to go out, wearing an old T-shirt and a pair of pajama pants. He backed up to let Kyrie enter. “I completely forgot about the movie. I can change.” He said, moving to pick up the couple empty bottle sitting on the living room table. Hide the evidence of sorts.
He crossed into the kitchen and dropped them in the waste can before returning to her. “Just… give me a few minutes? Okay? I’m so sorry.” Jake tried to appear more apologetic than he really felt. He did feel like a bit of a jackass though, but more because he’d let his personal feelings get in the way of his job. At least it was something he could channel. He leaned in and gave her a small kiss on the cheek.
His manner of dress clued her in long before his confirmation - he’d forgotten. Her smile didn’t fade, however, as she moved into his apartment invited. “Oh, that’s okay,” she assured him, shaking her head. “We don’t have to go at all if you don’t want to.” There was always tomorrow or the next day. If he didn’t feel up to seeing her at all she would understand, it’d been a trying few days for everyone.
The kiss warmed her. “Really, don’t worry about it. It’s been an odd few days, I’m sure you had a good reason.” The smile she wore receded a bit but otherwise she carried it in an effort to hide the fear she really felt.
He brushed his fingers over her cheek and slid his fingers into her hair, holding her face as he looked upon her. “I don’t want to disappoint you.” Jake couldn’t risk it. He’d worked hard to earn her trust thus far and couldn’t lose it because of a stupid mistake. Personal feelings that weren’t supposed to get in the way of his work.
Maybe he could use it to his advantage. “I just…” He lowered his head. “I couldn’t help but think, what if-” He shook his head and moved to the couch, sitting. “I knew her… seen her around. We got drinks once.” More than once. “Before I- asked you out.” He glanced over to Kyrie. “I guess it’s all hit me more than I expected.” Jakob brushed his hand through his hair, his words full of half truths which helped make the lies more believable. “I’ve never really had stable friends or family.” That was true. “I’m used to people leaving my life in one way or another. But being here… in a place where you can’t help but… connect with people.” Especially when that was your job.
Her gaze would find his and hold it. He was always so gentle with her, so kind and easy to be around. Because of that her smile began to feel more genuine and less forced the way it usually was. Arms would wind around his frame and she drew him close. “You couldn’t,” she assured him. So far he’d been nothing but kind and she wasn’t that type of girl who would throw a fit over something so small.
Brow would furrow as he began to speak. Letting him go she watched him move toward the couch and her feet would follow after him. She sat next to him, listening, hand reaching out to take one of his. Frowning, Kyrie would nod. “You can’t blame yourself. Everyone is scared that something like that could happen to them. I know I am,” she confessed.
“But you have me, and I have you. We can help each other.”
He let her take his hand and held it with confidence. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.” Jakob promised, knowing honestly he would probably be the one hurting her in the end- but that was very far off. Very far. “And no… she didn’t deserve it.” Whoever was doing this, were they going after government employees? Not caring if they were mutant or not? Or was it just random? Sowing discord?
Jakob turned to face Kyrie. She really was so fragile for someone so strong, wasn’t she? He’d been afraid of pushing her, but the more he watched her the more he wondered if all she relaly needed was acceptance. “I really like you.” He said, leaning in a little. “Maybe it’s better that I forgot about the movie… we can just have a quiet night in.” Jake leaned in and kissed her, pulling back quickly, he rubbed his lips. “Shit, I’m sorry my breath probably tastes like beer.. Let me find a mint or some gum or- I think I have some mouthwash-”
His words brought some comfort but not much. She smiled regardless. It wasn’t that she didn’t believe him - Kyrie knew he meant it and that he would - but he wasn’t there all the time. She spent a lot of time in her apartment alone. Fitz, Ezra, Ben, Jake; all of them said the same thing and yet she could more than count the number of times on her hands that she spent alone in her apartment waiting for the government to break her door down and drag her away.
Nobody deserved to live in that type of fear and yet it happened regardless.
She brightened at his comment. “I like you too.” Color would paint her cheeks. And then a small laugh would come at his comment about the taste of his mouth once the kiss had been broken. Kyrie giggled, “Maybe you should take care of that.”
Jake gasped a little and looked hurt. “What? Are you saying my breath stinks?” He laughed and shook his head, kissing her cheek. “I’ll be right back.”
The man got up and hurried to the bathroom where he could gargle a bit of mouthwash. Pausing slightly as he caught his reflection in the mirror. For a brief moment he recognized the sad face, the pained face who was used to being coming in and out of his life, who’d shut himself off from strangers and protected those who were younger in his foster home. Or at least for as long as he could. Until Rikken.
Rikken who’d- they- taken? Jakob shook his head. They’d saved him. Gave him purpose. That’s what mattered. And he had a job to do. A role to play.
After taking a moment to wash his face, Jake returned to the living room and found Kyrie once again. Before saying anything he pulled her into another kiss, this time when it broke he arched his brow at her. “Better?”
She bit at her lip and looked at him innocently, “Yes and no.” And then another laugh would come which was cut off by her hands clapped over her mouth. Her eyes would render an apology but she watched him scurry away.
While he was gone she took time to make sure the skirt of her dress was perfect, that her hair and makeup was still perfect. It was akin to what she’d gone through and while it made her sad she wanted to be perfect for him. She loved him.
And then she was falling into his arms, into his kiss and she was breathless as he pulled away. “Much.” Arms would wind around him.
“Good.” He held her waist. His eyes looked over her lovingly. It wasn’t too hard to fake it. While the ‘love’ wasn’t something he’d ever really felt for anyone he could remember. She was beautiful and kind and sexy. In another life, maybe he could find love for her. He knew that letting himself give in to those feelings would make doing his job harder though, so he treaded carefully.
Jakob reaches up and brushed some hair out of her face. “So, how should we pass the rest of the night?” Maybe keeping occupied will help him from feeling the loss of his friend.
His grip on her frame was strong and she needed that. She needed that strength to match her own. Hands would slide up those inked arms, her eyes never left his. He could’ve had the worst breath and she probably still would’ve felt the same. It was nice having good breath though.
“I don’t know,” she began, looking away as she thought. “What did you want to do?” Her gaze would find his again.
“I do like holding you.” Jakob said, pulling her a little closer. “And I really like kissing you.” He said, stealing a lingering kiss. “And as much as I like ‘our spot’, it’s a lot warmer here. And the- couch, is a bit more comfortable than the walkway.”
She stepped closer, expression evening out as she listened to his words. Cheeks would color at the comment about kissing and Kyrie lost herself in that extended moment.
Nodding at him, Kyrie set her arms on his inked ones. Fingers brushed across his skin. She knew she liked all of those things with him, too. Being close was ideal, she felt safe around him.
Jakob smiled softly, and moved her to the couch.
He’d be lying if a part of him hadn’t thought of just taking her hand and leading her down the hall. There was a primal, human part of him that desired her. Perhaps it was louder because it could be a way to cover the mourning. But he didn’t.
Jake sat down on the couch and pulled her down with him. Gently he brushed a hand down her arm and took her hand as he drew her in for another kiss. He tried to be precise with his pacing. Careful to not push her too hard- the last thing he needed was to cross a line too early. And it wasn’t easy. She was very sexy and as much as he tried to keep things seperate, he did physically desire her.
As they kissed he rested one hand on her outer, upper thigh and ran the other down her side, carefully brushing her breast as he went. Lingering for a moment.
The couch was comfortable. She settled down after letting him take the lead, curious as to what he had in mind for this quiet night in. Whatever she was feeling she couldn’t describe for lack of words - she felt a desire for him, too, one she couldn’t explain. But she had never done this before, done anything like that with anyone and with the knowledge that he was new to it, too, she didn’t know where to even start.
As his hand grazed the swell of her breast she shivered. A heat began down below and her stomach began to do small flips. All the while she did her best not to pull from the kiss.
Hand fell to one of his thighs, fingers curling into his pants and holding the fabric.
He could feel the soft fabric of his pajama bottoms pull as Kyrie gathered a handful. Jakob slowly moved his fingers, then his palm up the curve of her chest. Slowly he parted their lips, just long enough to verify. “It’s okay?” Before applying a slight bit of pressure as he felt her soft suppleness beneath his fingers.
His other hand gently moved to her knee and pulled up the fabric of her dress, not in a way to expose her, just enough that he could run his hand up the skin of her outer thigh. And once again, he parted to ask her, “It’s okay?”
Breathlessly, Kyrie nodded at the inquiry. She was alright with moving the direction they were knowing that Jake would take care with her. It was a bit odd, that sensation, but not in a negative way. She found herself craving his touch, yearning for him.
And then she was drawing backward. Kyrie would slip out of her jacket exposing bare shoulders and arms. The garment would be cast aside gently and without a second thought of consideration.
The hand from his thigh would lift to cup that sharp jawline and she leaned in to catch his mouth again.
His hand slid higher up her leg, rotating to the top of her thigh as he followed her back, sitting over her as he used the couch for support, his side half resting on her as they shared the couch. The closeness was nice. It was warm and something he’d never really felt before.
His tongue pushed on hers as their lips pulled and pressed passionately. Fingers tightened and massages her leg slightly as his other slid up to her bare shoulder. Lips moved from hers to kiss the naked collar before him, fingers trailed as lips followed across her shoulder. They caught the strap of her dress and gently pulled it down so he could continue. His warm hand cupped her shoulder as he moved back to her lips.
He felt pressure below as his primal brain reacted to the heat building between them. Thankfully the looseness of his pants didn’t restrict him, but it also didn’t do well to hide what was happening.
The cushions were giving as Kyrie leaned backward into their support. His frame pressed against hers felt comforting and seemed only to fuel the already burning heat she was feeling. Whatever was going through her mind she couldn’t find words for, but she had made up her mind as to what she wanted. She wanted him, in whatever context that meant.
A soft sound escaped her and she was helpless to stop it. Tongue lapped against his own. And then the kiss was broken. Kyrie took a breath, her heart was thudding hard, and her eyes would lower to watch what he was doing with his mouth as he found purchase on skin, bone.
And then they were kissing again. She was a bit embarrassed, nervous, but Kyrie knew Jakob wouldn’t let her fail. He made her feel free, confident. Her hands would pull from him and move around to the back of her own dress, easing the zipper of the garment down. The fabric began to split, grow loose, and Kyrie worked out of it as best she could with their closeness.
Jakob moves back a little to give her room as he saw what she was doing, helping in the end. His hand ran down her bare side as he regarded her. Damn, she was beautiful. For a moment he felt wrong, dirty. He was a lie and hadn’t been truthful. He’d established their relationship under false pretenses. A voice in his head, long silent questioned him. Are you the kind of guy to take advantage of a girl like this? She trusts you. Are you really going to poison her first time?
It was a question, one, in that moment he was forced to face. He didn’t want to see Kyrie hurt. And yes, there was a part of him that did actually like her. Even knowing that he was using her for information, an asset. Did that mean he couldn’t still like her company? Desire her body? Couldn’t there be some truth in the role?
“You’re gorgeous.” He said, leaning in and placing a kiss on her chest, above her breast. Jakob slipped his hand around her waist and pulled her up and over to sit on his lap, no longer concerned about the firmness in his pants. Fingers carefully unhooked her bra (with only slight difficulty) and gently peeled the fabric off to reveal those soft and supple orbs. His hands reached down and pulled off his own shirt before he placed a hand on her back and pulled her close, his lips taking purchase on one of her breasts, tongue prodding her nipple erect.
Her breathing was a touch labored for a moment. She was determined to do this without floundering or being afraid. He was handsome; why he had set his sights on someone as basic as she was Kyrie didn’t know but she was grateful. She could crush him with a fist and yet she was so gentle and delicate.
Dress was wriggled out of and cast away. She leaned into his touch, his lips, and moved with those strong hands. Into his lap she would shift, palms moving to rest upon his shoulders. Her hands would move from his skin only to let her bra fall away.
As his lips wound around her breast a soft sound escaped her. “Oh,” she moaned, eyes widening a touch. Her stomach was doing flips.
He pulled away slowly, thumb rubbing over he nub as he looked up to her. “Okay?” He confirmed as he cupped her other breast and gave it some attention too.
God it had been a while- never as far as she was concerned. Honestly it had been so long it might as well have been his first time. He felt her weight on on his lap. His hips shifted slightly on instinct, forcing her to sit higher on his lap. A small, short pleased moan escaped him as he turned it into a hum in her skin. Pulling back he reached up and drew her in to meet his lips.
A nod would come as an answer and Kyrie hoped it would suffice - her mouth and her brain seemed to be off kilter when it came to connecting together. He would have to forgive her lack of words as the physical distraction and the focus she was managing took precedence over speech. He may have been as green as she was when it came to this but he seemed to be doing just fine in her opinion, better than she was or at least that was how she felt.
As their mouths collided she felt helpless to him again. “Jake,” escaped her lips in a moan.
“Mmm,” He hummed against her lips before he pulled back slowly, leaning back on the couch to regard her. “You are so beautiful.” He said, a hand resting on her hip, thumb brushing over her soft skin. “You know that right? Beautiful… and desirable.” She had to be able to tell by now what she was doing to him. A hand reached up and cupped her face, his thumb ran along her soft lips. “I-“ No. He couldn’t say it. Even if it would solidify this unspoken, unwritten contract between them, he couldn’t use that word. Not when he had her in this position. “I really like you.” Not as intense, better.
His words earned a smile - shy at first though it twisted into something playful and dangerous. “All of my life that’s what I’ve been told,” she explained in a soft voice, “But it’s different when it comes from you.” That was the honest truth, he made her feel beautiful whereas before it was just a title, a trophy, a sticker or a brand she wore stamped across her forehead or on a sash tied around her shoulders. He made her feel all sorts of emotions she never thought she would ever feel for anyone.
Leaning into his touch her eyes softened with those words, that admission. Palms would slip slowly down his torso as she leaned closer, determined to make him feel the way she did with a simple touch. “I like you too,” she admitted. It was true - she loved him, really, but maybe this wasn’t the moment to tell him, not wrapped up like this in a blanket of desire and heat.
Jake reached down and pulled up on his shirt, removing it over his head as he cast it aside so her hands could explore. He was fit and tone, clear that he worked out and kept in shape. Ink littered his body. His hand took her face and pulled her in for a deep kiss as he leaned back, pulling her onto his lap, a hand was placed at her hip to keep her stable.
His loose pants did little to hide his excitement that she would surely feel once upon his lap. A small hum escaped him as he looked upon her again. “Kyrie.” He said, a little breathless from the kiss. “I- I want you.” He stumbled out, trying to remember what his first time had been like. “I want you to be my first.” Just like a movie.
Completely different from reality. His first time in reality had been at a friends house, a girl he kinda liked at the time started teasing and messing with him while they were watching a movie. He asked if she wanted to go up upstairs, she said yes and then she went down on him and then they fucked. Farthest thing from being romantic. He was fourteen. Life had been pretty fucked up to that point anyhow. But now, in his role play, he had a chance to change it all. Write his own narrative. So, it may have been cheesy, but it worked for this girl.
Eyes would drink in his lines, the tone of his frame, the illustrations inked across his skin. Her fingers took no time tracing those patterns absently. He was so beautiful inside and out, how she had gotten so fortunate she didn’t know. All of her life her mother had warned that men were no good, they were after everything you had and would stop at nothing to take it. Jake was different.
She moved with his guidance. Able to feel the obstruction below her cheeks flushed. As the kiss broke she inhaled a breath and nodded at him, “I want you too.” To be her first, first everything - he had already broken so much ground she was still blown away by the experience.
Would they stay here? Would they go somewhere else? Kyrie pulled back enough to rid herself of anything else she might’ve been wearing still in an effort to be obstacle free though she only got so far without breaking away completely.
Seeing her underwear shed, he got up from the couch and took her hand. “Come on.”
Jakob escorted her to his room. It was simply decorated like the rest of his place, no real personal elements. As they entered the room he let her move to the bed as he slid out of his pants, revealing to her his naked body. He stepped up to the bed and ran his hand down her hair to give her a moment before speaking. “Lay back.”
There was no shame at all being entirely exposed before him. She had been taught to never show herself to anyone, even if it promised to move you ahead in your career, and here she was defiant and proud of it. A sweep of her long, dark hair over her shoulder and Kyrie was shifting from Jake’s lap to stand. Her hand found his and she strode alongside leaving the pile of clothes left in their wake to tell the beginnings of that tale.
Each step she took toward the destination ahead had her heart racing, nervous but excited. Her gaze flicked around the room but found it no less or more than anything else in the home. Hand would leave his and she moved to the bed, crawling into it.
She watched almost hungrily as he shed the remainder of his clothes and became as bare as she was. The instruction was simple, his touch was like fire. Kyrie complied, laying easily back against the soft, flat surface beneath her.
His hands brushed over her torso and to her hips and then her legs. Gently he spread her legs and lowered his head between them. Lips pressed against her folds as his tongue ran over her warmth until it moved up and found that sensitive nub. He explored her, excited her, his goal was to make her ready for him. For all he was, he wasn’t seeking to actively hurt her. And while he did have protection in the drawer next to his bed- just in case- he didn’t have any lubrication. On the island some normal items were rare.
Her jaw would drop as his lips and tongue pressed against those sensitive folds, the skin; the butterflies in her stomach abated giving way to a deep fire that burned within her. Every nerve was firing rapidly, the muscles in her legs, abdomen tensed and her breath hitched in her throat. Legs had spread for him. She would’ve given him anything he wanted just then - though he already had the most important part of her.
“Jakob,” the word was uttered in a deep tone, eyes rolling into the back of her skull. It wasn’t long before she was giving him what he sought, that moisture. Her body couldn’t resist the temptation.
His fingers ran over his shaft, readying for her as he tasted her. Jakob, taking deep breaths reached over to his drawer and grabbed the rubber. He opened it and slipped it on before he moved over her body. “Hey beautiful.” He said as he kissed her chest and then her neck. A hand slipped between her legs and fingers massages her, gently they slipped inside her to let her feel something smaller first. “How’s that?” He asked as he teased her.
As his mouth fell away she was able to catch her breath - her heart hammered against her chest. Fingers lifted from the bed where they’d twisted into the sheets and found purchase on his arms, the strength of his shoulders. Her eyes found his as he hovered.
“Hi,” she giggled, biting at her bottom lip. She tilted her head to expose her neck to his lips, the skin there hot. And then there was something happening below that caused her to buckle a bit. It wasn’t a terrible feeling - at first it was odd but then the sensation became more pleasurable. She nodded at him. “Good,” Kyrie managed, “It feels good.”
“Let me know if it’s not good.” He said softly, continuing to be the picture perfect boyfriend. Even in the nsfw situation.
Jakob rested one hand beside her head for support as the other took his manhood in hand and gently teased her. He went slow, watching her as he pressed his head into her, before pulling out, then a little more and a little more until he was surrounded by her warm wetness. “Oh god.” He breathed as it felt so good. Something he didn’t realize how much he missed. His hips moved slowly. She was right, which was to be expected. It was good.
She would tell him, but so far everything was good. Better than she ever thought it would be. Her legs parted more, as much as she could, as he worked his way into her slowly. There was some pain at first but it faded as quickly as it had erupted, giving way to pleasure. “Oh, Jake,” she gasped.
The feeling of wholeness began to overtake her. She had never felt so full before in any context - her heart, her soul. Her eyes began to well up with tears in a bout of overwhelmingness. “Don’t stop.”
He did as commanded. Hips thrust, slow at first, then a bit quicker. He found himself looking at her as she told him to keep going. Lips found hers as he found himself falling into rhythm.
It was amazing, a feeling he’d forgotten he needed. Wanted. Missed. Being one with someone, even for a moment. Jake found his breath increasing as his excitement ramped up. Unsure of how long it had been- but most likely shorter than normal thanks to how long it has been, he felt the pressure build up in his stomach and the world close in, as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm him.
The pressure wasn’t so bad as they moved, it fell away and he was hitting every sensitive spot inside her she never even knew she had. Kyrie writhed a bit, taken by the pleasure. Eyes closed, her head lifted and she pressed her lips against his skin. Soft sounds escaped her that she couldn’t control or hold inside.
Again the moisture was there, she couldn’t help herself nor did she really want to. If he didn’t like he she figured he would tell her. How she had gone so long without this she wasn’t sure, it was mind blowing.
He grunted as he sped up, hips thrusting. Her warmth surrounded him as he reveled in her. He felt that pulse in his gut as he let out a moan. His hips pressed against hers as his shaft throbbed, pulsating as he filled the condom. His breathing was heavy as his eyes closed, absorbing the feeling of pleasure.
Had it been five minutes? Ten? More? Less? It didn’t matter to him. He was eager and she had no point of reference. However long it had been, he was in a euphoric state that it didn’t really matter.
Slowly he pulled himself out and kissed her long and hard again before dropping to the bed beside her.
A gasp. She felt his body tense and a bit of warmth come from below that wasn’t her. Thank goodness for small favors, that condom was the barrier they both needed. Her body arched into his upon that release and breathlessly she took him into her arms after the conclusion.
The concept of time was foreign just then - minutes felt like hours to her. His kiss was sweet and she gave all that she had left, feeling exhausted but satisfied. “Wow,” Kyrie managed, looking into his eyes.
Jake smiled as he breathed deeply. “Wow.” He replied, laying his head to the side so he could look at her. Jakob sat up and took a moment to clean himself off before taking a place on the bed next to her again. “You were amazing.” He said, honestly not sure how she compared to others he’d been with- it felt like a lifetime before.
He brushed a hand through her hair. “You are amazing.” It has been nice, a release he needed. He didn’t really think about the impact of it being her first time.