Who: Jacob and Connor When: Sunday, Nov 12, early evening Where: The Back Porch, Connor's place Warning: turns NSFW Status: Complete, pt 1
Waking up on Sunday morning was hard. Jacob felt a bit stuck in an existential crisis loop where he wondered what the hell he was doing with his life and why he was in Point Pleasant. He was still having nightmares and he didn't want to go to the tunnel and yet he did want to on some twisted self loathing level. Fortunately - or unfortunately? - he hadn't been able to go, there was no way he was trekking through the woods in the downpour of the last few days but the tunnel was still so present, so close and yet so far. He'd scored himself a trial shift at the Boathouse the night before and stayed up very late chatting with a future coworker. It had been nice and distracting but now he just felt sore and bored and stuck. He should be in Portland, he should have gone back to school, he shouldn't be back in Point Pleasant without even a car to get by. It had stopped raining at least but now it was fucking cold out. He showered and popped some painkillers, tried to do some work on the computer and then idly checked Grindr. He was young and bored and horny and he seriously doubted he'd find someone to hook up with but... it was a way to pass the time.
His heart about stopped when he spotted one of the profiles in his vicinity. Three miles away. Three miles. He knew that guy from Portland, he had joked about him being his white whale because he just kept slipping through his fingers. He'd been at a couple of parties Jacob had gone to, he'd even talked to him once, very briefly before he had to go. His name was Connor and at some point Jacob had said he needed to fuck him if only to get him out of his system. Connor was in Point Pleasant. It didn't make any sense but Jacob's heart was racing now as he turned off the app and sat back, staring at his computer. He unlocked the phone again, clicked messages and then did nothing for long enough for his screen to turn itself off. Everything he thought to say was just lame as hell, like a kid trying to be suave and failing. He rolled his eyes at himself and turned on his phone again, then stared long enough for it to turn off again. Fuck. Direct was good, better than some vague shit. He'd flirted with him before and maybe Connor was not interested. He had needed to go but maybe he'd just wanted to go. Direct was good. So he typed up a message and sent it then put his phone down and messaged Erin because he was sure if he didn't talk to someone about it he might explode.
I know you from fet, if you ever want to play, hmu. It was the lamest message ever he decided when five minutes had gone by and Erin had laughed at him. If Connor wasn't interested and they ran into each other again... Well, fuck it. Jacob would give him flirty eyes and smirk his way through the discomfort.
Settling in had been difficult so far. Connor was full of stupid nervous energy with nothing to channel it into -- he hadn’t started working yet, and he hadn’t really confronted his parents yet about his plans. He was trying to find the right time, they were already upset about him moving to Point Pleasant like they needed supervision. They did, but it was going to be a bitch trying to make them understand that. All the anxiety was making him antsy, and the rain for the past couple of days had kept him mainly indoors. He’d unpacked too fast, then rearranged the living room a couple of times. He’d done a lot of cleaning. He’d watched too much porn and jerked off too often just to pass the time.
He’d also turned his Grindr back on. Connor didn’t really know why; he doubted he would get many bites up here, and he needed to not fuck up his own focus ... but in these early days, a little company couldn’t hurt, right? Things were not currently in his control, and that always made Connor’s hands itch to take it back somehow. So he’d turned the app on and left it while he scrubbed down the kitchen of his new home yet again.
The chime from a message notification surprised Connor, and he stared at his phone for a second before he picked up a towel to wipe his hands with and went to pick it up. He leaned his hip against the counter as he read the message and checked out the guy’s profile. “Oh shit,” he murmured to himself, lips twitching upward. He recognized the face in the profile pic, those sleepy bedroom eyes, that Roman nose. They’d messaged back and forth a few months back, but had never managed to make a date, and now here he was. Jacob ... well hello. Didn’t expect to see you here. How are you? Connor licked his bottom lip, then added a wink emoji after ‘hello,’ and hit send.
Jacob really wasn't expecting a reply. If anything he had swiftly gone down a spiral of thinking Connor now saw him as a crazy stalker who had somehow managed to follow him up here. At least he could prove he was born and raised in Point Pleasant but he could easily picture a scenario where he wouldn't even get the chance to prove it. Connor wasn't interested and he'd tried to let him down gently before and now he’d block him or tell him off or something. Whatever was going to happen, it was going to be embarrassing. Then his phone made that little growling sound he'd assigned to messages and there was a reply. With a winky face. Jacob grinned, his stomach doing little flips as he typed in a message back. I'm in Point Pleasant so... bored? cold? lonely? ;) How are you?
He sent it and realized that all the times Erin had annoyed him with jokes had actually helped. He really needed someone there to crack jokes at his expense and make him laugh, maybe it would calm down the butterflies in his stomach. At least he remembered some of the stupid shit she'd said and it played in his head and did make him laugh though it was more of a nervous huff than anything. Have you seen Moby around? His name is Connor. Imma call him Coby. Idiot girl. God, had his message come off as too whiny? He had added a winky face, that made it more jokey. It was so dumb to get this nervous about a guy but despite knowing that Jacob couldn't very well just stop.
While he waited for an answer -- because Connor had a feeling he would get an answer fairly quickly -- he went back to the messenger app he and Jacob had chatted on and found the conversation again. Just to refresh himself on what their last messages had been like. He had wanted to get together with the kid, he’d seen him a few times at the club, but work and his mental struggling over making this decision had kept getting in the way. And now he needed a distraction from it. Funny that they would end up in the same place. He went back to Grindr and huffed a tiny bit at Jacob’s answer. That about summed it up, didn’t it? And the invitation in there was clear. Connor hummed to himself and slowly ambled to the fridge to pull out a beer as he thumbed in a reply. Sounds familiar. Haven’t been here long, already got cabin fever. Care for a drink? Could use some company.
What Jacob really wanted was to just meet up and play. It was irresponsible and it went against all the guidelines of talking first, establishing hard limits and making sure they were into the same things but it was still what he wanted. Of course what Jacob wanted and what Jacob got were usually very different and unrelated things. He still did a little victory dance in his chair when he got the message back because drinks were a start, a little gateway into possibilities. He didn't leave Connor waiting. Games were for kids and Connor was a dom, he could effectively fuck with Jacob but it would be bad form to do the same. At least Jacob hoped that was how this worked, he really didn't feel like playing games. Ever. Name the time and place and I can meet you there. He simultaneously hoped it would be late enough that he had enough time to get there and that Connor wouldn't decide on too late - like later this week. He sent the message and drew a deep breath as he checked the clock. It was only four, probably too early for drinks, maybe he'd want to meet next weekend. Jacob was probably overthinking it. No, Jacob was definitely overthinking it.
Connor took a moment to answer, walking in a slow circuit around his kitchen and living room as he sipped on the beer. It was tempting to invite the kid -- and he was pretty young, if Connor’s memory served -- over to his place for a polite drink or two before seeing if that offer to play was genuine. But did he really want to do that? He didn’t know Jacob, not really ... but this would have to be a pretty inconvenient scam if Jacob was out to rob him or some shit. Their both being in Point Pleasant had to be some kind of coincidence, unlikely as it might seem. And fuck, the guy was pretty. Meeting in public first to see how they vibed was the smart thing to do. If it went well, Connor could always bring him home. Maybe alleviate some of that boredom. He looked thoughtfully at the time on his phone, considering before he answered. 6pm, Back Porch Pub
The Back Porch Pub sounded great - as long as Sage and Jocelyn didn't show up there to cramp his style. At least Jacob knew by now that none of the staff there felt compelled to harass him. Of course that didn't mean none of the guests would feel the urge to to lash out and ruin this for him but Jacob couldn't go about his life not doing things on the off chance that he might get hassled. Of course he'd hoped Connor would just invite him to his place but this was good too. See you there :) he sent back and decided to go early. He was walking and he didn't want to be a red-nosed shivering mess when Connor showed up. He didn't really care if that made him look desperate, prompt was good, settled down was even better.
He didn't often leave the house without his laptop, mostly because he was so used to spending time by himself at some point during the day and he could use that time to work. He felt a little naked without it as he marched down Cedar Lane and took a turn toward the ocean, the weight missing from his messenger bag a little jarring. He regretted it too because what if Connor didn't show up. He did have a phone to play with and stuff to draw but his computer was a safety net of sorts. It didn't take as long as he'd thought to walk to the Back Porch so he was there a little too early even for his plans. He ordered a coffee and sat down, tugging his hat and scarf off as he settled in, then ran his fingers through his hair probably a little too often. He didn't think the nervousness was going to go away even when Connor got there - if Connor got there - but it was a refreshing sort of nerves compared to the usual sense of dread that seemed to loom over him all the damn time.
Connor took the time to take a shower and change his clothes, since he was pretty grimy from all the cleaning. At least the house looked spotless, if he did bring company back. He made sure he looked presentable and put on some dark jeans and a soft sweater over a t-shirt. The weather was turning, it was cold out now. Connor waited around and had another beer before he slipped into his leather jacket and headed for the car. He didn’t want to be too early, but he wanted to be on time. Connor was always on time. He drove over to the Back Porch -- James had said it was a dive, and that was exactly why he’d chosen it over Dragonfly. The patrons at the dive might be less likely to recognize him later on. Connor walked inside the bar and glanced around, pleased to see that Jacob had beaten him there and gotten a table. He shrugged out of his jacket as he approached, then hung it on the back of a chair and sat across from Jacob, a little smile on his face. “Evening,” he said.
The butterflies in Jacob's stomach did not quiet down when Connor approached the table. He looked damn fine, like he could wear anything and still look classy and composed. He wasn't wearing a suit but he still gave off that vibe and Jacob wasn't even sure if that made sense but that was the feeling he got. "Evening," he echoed with a smile of his own as he put his phone away, no longer needing it to keep himself from going stir crazy. This just made him more so glad that he'd opted to show up early because Connor did not look like he'd been walking in the cold for a long time and Jacob would have felt ridiculous meeting him the way he'd felt when he first arrived. "So we finally meet again," he added and it was ridiculous how nervous this guy made him when he usually felt far more in control with his exes.
The only other times Connor had seen Jacob, he’d been at the club in low lighting, once in a scene where he’d been blindfolded, so it was nice to get a real good look at him finally. So far he lived up to his pictures, which Connor couldn’t say of every guy he’d met off of one of those apps. He leaned back comfortably in the chair, noting that Jacob didn’t seem to be drinking anything alcoholic. “I know, it’s been too long,” he said. “And shitty timing back in Portland, sorry about that again. Work got real hectic on me.” He tilted his head back a bit as a waitress came over to see what they wanted. Connor ordered a rum and coke and then looked over at Jacob with a cocked eyebrow. “You drink?”
"I do," Jacob replied with a little grin before looking up at the waitress. "Vodka in Sprite, please." His gaze trailed back to Connor as she left and he couldn't shake the feeling he was going to fuck this up somehow. That or be underwhelmed, he'd built this guy up in his head for too long, it wasn't healthy. Right now he didn't need healthy. He would have gone home with Connor without letting anyone know what he was up to, there was a rush to it that he needed right now to quiet all the other bullshit going on. Of course Connor hadn't really struck him as an untrustworthy sort. He'd been to one of those really nice workshops that Erin liked so much, people knew him in the community. What the hell was he doing in Point Pleasant? Jacob wasn't sure if he should ask, if he should ask any personal questions at all, if this was just a hookup or... He was overthinking it again. "So... I was born and raised here but I have no idea what you're doing in Point Pleasant," he said playfully in a way he hoped conveyed he didn't really need an answer.
Connor lifted a brow curiously, kind of relieved that Jacob offered up that explanation without him having to ask. He chuckled a bit and smirked as he tilted his head. “What, you don’t believe in the tourist draw of your hometown?” he teased. “Especially with all this beautiful weather we’ve been having? ... no, uh ... my parents moved up here a while back from Portland. I’m up here to help them sort some stuff out.” He shrugged a shoulder like it wasn’t a big deal. Connor wanted it not to be one, and he could pretend for one night, right? In the pursuit of some stress-relieving fun? Jacob wasn’t here to listen to his problems, and god knew Connor was ready to put them aside for a while. “So what brought you back? I thought people couldn’t wait to get free of a small town like this.”
"The tourist draw, obviously," Jacob murmured and let out a little laugh despite the knot that was tightening in his stomach. He really didn't have any official reason to be back and his real reason was something that would have Connor leave before he even finished his drink. "Which by the way is pretty strong in the summer, just not now. Especially with Halloween being over. Point Pleasant gets a little crazy around Halloween, you know this place's history?" It was a casual enough deflection from the question, on topic and everything except he was too aware that he hadn't answered. Maybe Connor would leave it at that, it was Jacob's hometown after all.
The dodge didn’t escape Connor completely, but he wasn’t going to push. He had his own privacy to keep, and if there were questions you didn’t really want to answer yourself, it was smarter not to ask them of others. So he just chuckled and nodded a bit. “I’ve heard some things,” he said. “Seems almost like a point of pride for some of the locals.” Not that he really blamed them; whatever worked to draw the people in, right? But then he thought of James referencing several murders in the area, and he thought some of that reputation was probably well-earned. Connor just didn’t buy in to all of the supernatural stuff. “In any case ... it’s good to see you,” he added, giving Jacob a little smirk.
That smirk was going to be the end of Jacob, he was sure. It didn't take much from Connor to rile up those butterflies and make him feel like melting. Probably pathetic, he'd sworn he wasn't going to let a guy get him all stupid again but there didn't seem to be any use trying to fight it. "You too," he said with his own little smirk, holding back while their waitress returned with their drinks. As soon as she left he leaned forward a little, resting his arms on the table and giving Connor what he hoped was a semi competent seductive look. "The offer stands, by the way," he murmured. "I'm here for a little while if you ever get bored." God he hoped he didn't come off as too eager, but he had a lot of tension to release and it was doubtful Connor was the type of guy he'd settle down with.
Now that they had their drinks and he had something to do with his hands, Connor leaned forward, forearms on the table, and swirled the little straw in his glass. Directness, he liked that, it was better than bullshitting around and having to guess. Connor didn’t have time for that shit, not at his age and especially not up here. “And it’s a tempting offer ... I’m just wondering now what exactly you’ve got to offer me,” he said quietly, his eyes ticking up to meet Jacob’s. Connor waved one finger at him and then picked up his glass. “I mean, besides the pretty face. What are you into? And yeah, I read the fet profile, I just like to hear it out loud. In person. Some people say they want things they don’t really want.” He took a sip.
Jacob quirked his brows and hummed, unsure how to really put it or how much to tell him. It was a fair question, it wasn't like they just wanted to meet up and fuck, this kind of play took trust and communication even if Jacob didn't really want those things right now. It wasn't fair toward Connor to put the onus on him so he considered for a moment before speaking up, glad it wasn't very busy in there and they had relative privacy at their table. "I like giving up control, being tied up, being a little worried is hot when it's in play." He couldn't really explain that one, maybe because he was low key scared all the time, getting scared during sex released some of that tension. Or some other psychobabble, he hadn't exactly seen a shrink about it. "I'm not all that submissive on daily basis, I don't think." He narrowed his eyes as he thought about it and fuck, maybe he was. Not to a ridiculous degree though. "I'm not really into humiliation or a lot of pain but uhm, I like testing my limits. Stubbornly, some might say." He grinned again and studied Connor for a moment. He wasn't sure he'd really answered his question. He'd looked at his fet profile too, obsessively, probably, and he knew that Connor liked to be in control first and foremost. He had a lot of little things listed that Jacob wasn't sure about but they weren't on his hard limit list either and Connor's hard limit list had matched pretty well with his own.
That pretty much lined up from what Connor had read on Jacob’s fet profile, and he was glad the guy wasn’t trying to talk an overly big game in person. He’d run into that before, subs that thought they had to impress him, even with things they didn’t necessarily want. Jacob saying it wasn’t much into pain was a good sign. “Being a little worried, huh?” he murmured with a tiny grin. He thought he understood what Jacob meant, and it made his lower stomach feel a little warmer. Also a good sign. “I like that. How do you feel about bondage?” Some people loved it as a method for them to relinquish control, and others couldn’t stand it, especially with someone they didn’t know. Connor smiled then, with a touch of sheepishness, as he remembered one of the times he’d seen Jacob at the club. “As far as during sex goes, I mean ... I remember that rig Erin had you in that one night, but I know some people keep their shibari separate.”
Jacob hadn't even mentioned bondage he realized and couldn't help but let out a little laugh because obviously obviously he loved it. "Oh no, uhm.. It's hard for me to keep it separate," he admitted, his grin turning a little coy. He was absolutely gay but Erin had tied him up a few times now and it always made him question his sexuality just a little bit. Granted Erin wasn't the most feminine of people and she had a certain sexual appeal about her that even had the straight girls a little weak in the knees so he couldn't really be blamed for it but he knew it was mostly the rope. "I really like rope, or leather restraints or... Anything, really." It caught up with him how intense it was that he was actually talking to Connor about this so openly and it was probably a good thing he still had a full glass in front of him because he wasn't about to stand up anytime soon. "Do you like keeping it separate?" he asked because he had to ask, so many doms did. It was a little sad to him but he supposed he understood.
That coy smile gave Connor a flutter in his stomach, and he felt like his mind was already made up. He was feeling edgy and like he could be a little worrisome ... but not so much that he would be out of control of himself. He just needed an outlet for the frustration and anxiety he was going through, and Jacob was seeming like he could fill that role perfectly. Connor took another sip from his drink before he answered, tilting a little half-smile over at Jacob. “I don’t,” he answered. “While I definitely enjoy the art of it sometimes, that’s not the main appeal to me.” The appeal of course was having someone at his mercy, handing themselves over to his will, watching them squirm and pull against their bindings while he teased them out of their minds. The mention of leather restraints had Connor already thinking about Jacob’s pale wrists wrapped with a belt and attached to his headboard. Eyes still on Jacob’s face, Connor took another slow drink. “You liked to get fucked?” he asked quietly.
The answer to that was pretty straightforward and Jacob didn't try to make it any more complicated than it was. "Yes," he said plainly and the way Connor was looking at him felt heavy suddenly so he averted his eyes and picked up his drink. He couldn't quite stop grinning though, it was faint and he tried to hold back but there was that pleasant tension in his face that he hadn't felt in a while. The vodka burned a little when he drank it and had the almost instant effect of calming him down a little, like he knew it would physically take the edge off and got a little taste of it mentally. "I get tested regularly," he said as he put down the glass and contemplated telling Connor it had been a while since he last fucked someone.
Without the grin, Connor might have worried that he didn’t mean that, but that look on Jacob’s face said even more than his answer did. “I do too.” It should go without saying, everybody who wasn’t monogamous should get tested all the time, but that wasn’t always the case, unfortunately. Connor was meticulous about safety though -- he’d seen the effects of being careless too many times. He sipped some more on his drink and wondered if it would be too obvious if they left together after having just one drink. Probably, but ... he wasn’t sure he cared too much. Connor gave a subtle glance around to try and get a feel for the people who were there. Hardly anybody, and none of them seemed to be paying much attention to their table.
If Jacob thought this was anything more than just a hookup he might have asked Connor what it was that he did, what he liked outside of the bedroom and how long he was staying in Point Pleasant but he wasn't so sure they'd even meet again after this so why bother? All he knew was that Connor already had a hold on him and he hadn't even tied him up yet. He was still ready for disappointment but at the moment he thought it was all worth it for this rush he was currently feeling and he wanted to be reckless and maybe a little stupid. "Do you have plans tonight?" he asked as smoothly as he could considering he felt like he might come off as desperate and needy. It wouldn't be an inaccurate projection but he tried to keep his cool about him without coming off as too nonchalant.
That was going to be Connor’s next question, but it was kind of delightful that Jacob beat him to it. It was obvious that the guy was very interested in him, otherwise he wouldn’t have sent that first ‘hmu’ message, but it was still nice to hear it. And it always made him feel more settled about moving things forward when his submissive partner was the one taking initiative. It was like the green light he needed to take over. “I do now,” he murmured, giving Jacob another little smirk. “As long as you’re free.” Maybe it wasn’t the smartest thing for him to do, find somebody to sleep with when he’d only been in town a handful of days, but Connor didn’t care now. Having already talked to Jacob before made a difference too; he was pretty sure the kid could be discreet.
"Free and at your disposal," Jacob said and it was kind of the perfect reply, he thought. To be used however Connor saw fit. He also thought they probably shouldn't leave together and it had nothing to do with discretion and everything to do with getting his erection to go down before he left. That wasn't going to happen while Connor was still watching him with that delicious little curve to his lips as all Jacob could think about was what he'd be like and what it would feel like to be his. He didn't have a whole lot of experience with an actual dom though he'd played around some and it was a little nerve wracking in a really exciting way.
It was the perfect reply, and a brief wolfish grin crossed Connor’s face. He hadn’t had anyone at his disposal in quite a long time, and even longer since it was someone so pretty. He already couldn’t wait to put some marks into Jacob’s pale skin, see how flushed he got. “Well then, sounds like we both have plans,” he said. Connor tilted his drink back to drain the rest of it, then nodded to Jacob’s that he should do the same. He had more to drink at home if Jacob wanted some of it, and he was settled that this was happening tonight, so why wait? “Did you drive? Gonna follow me? Or ... I guess you know where Seaview is, huh?”
Jacob couldn't ignore the slight chill he felt at the mention of Seaview. It was so close to the tunnel that for a beat he felt like this was some kind of a trick. He caught himself fast and shook his head. "I could use a ride," he admitted. "Unless you don't mind waiting a while." It was a bit of a trek to get there from the Back Porch and while he didn't mind the walk he wasn't so sure he had the patience for it right now. He arched a brow at Connor as he drank some more of his vodka though he didn't really feel like finishing it now.
That either meant he’d walked or had a bike or something, which didn’t really shock Connor. It didn’t bother him in the slightest -- he rather liked being in a better financial position than his subs. It fed into some daddy tendencies that he knew he had. He definitely wasn’t going to make Jacob get from here to there under his own steam. “A ride you shall have, then,” Connor said, flashing him a little smile. He pulled his wallet out to fish out enough cash to cover both of their drinks. “This’s on me,” he added, waving a finger at the table.
Jacob did not mind that at all. He had some money but not a lot, definitely not the sort he'd be throwing at booze on a Sunday night. "Thank you," he said and tilted his head a little as he smiled and put his drink down. He hadn't counted on Connor paying but he'd be lying if he said he hadn't hoped for it. "Do you want to leave together or should I wait a few minutes?" he asked then and he supposed he could make it work since he was wearing a somewhat long coat that could hide the state of that bulge in his black cargos.
Connor tossed the money down, a wicked little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he looked at Jacob again. “Go to the restroom when I leave,” he instructed in a murmur, his eyes on Jacob’s. “Send me a dick pic, and make it a good one. My car doors stay locked ‘til I’ve got it.” He flashed him a quick grin, then got up and picked up his jacket to slip back into. “I’m in a red Nissan, it’s in the right side of the lot. See you in a few.” With that, he turned to saunter out of the bar, fishing his keys out and not looking back. Jacob had said he liked giving up control, so Connor was keen to see how well he followed instructions.
Jacob's eyebrows inched upward and he let out a silent little laugh when Connor walked away. This was not conducive to getting his dick soft that was for sure and he cleared his throat as he got up, took one more sip of his drink and then gathered his things before making a beeline for the bathroom. It wasn't gross in there, for which he was really thankful as he locked the door behind him and unbuttoned his pants. There was an upside to his dick being hard already after all he thought as he fished his phone out and took a picture of it in a loose grip. His heart was pounding by now, not because he was embarrassed about the picture but because he was worried that if he took too long Connor would leave and at the same time he didn't want to rush it too much. He got his pants back on and buttoned before he sent the picture, his face a little warm and that persistent grin still tugging on his lips. Do I get a ride? he sent then, feeling like a cheap whore in the best possible way.
Connor didn’t actually lock his car doors when he climbed inside. His phone buzzed in his hand before five minutes was up, and it made him grin. He opened the message and gazed at Jacob’s cock for a moment or two. It was a decent angle, not terribly artistic framing, but they could work on that. Mostly, Connor was just pleased that it hadn’t taken him very long to get hard. If he hadn’t been already. That was part of what made the young ones so fun, they were just so responsive. He chuckled softly over the next message, meanly considering making Jacob wait another couple of minutes before he answered ... but Connor was starting to feel rather impatient himself. Get your cute ass out here ;) was his response, then he went back to looking at the pic for the next moment or two he had alone.
Jacob tittered when he got the answer, not because it was particularly funny but because he was wound up and he really appreciated the 'cute' part. He got his coat and scarf on and pocketed his hat for now since he wasn't walking, then slung his messenger back over his shoulder before heading out looking for a red Nissan on the right side of the lot. It wasn't too busy so he found it quickly and got in, giving Connor a sidelong glance. "Not my best work," he murmured, half joking. "I didn't want to take too long." Of course he was still hard and could very well take another picture right there in the car if Connor asked him to and just thinking about it wasn't making him get any softer.
Looking at Jacob’s cock and knowing he’d been pulling it out for Connor was a pretty powerful turn on, and Connor’s jeans felt pretty tight too by the time Jacob joined him. It was tempting to just unzip and then reach over and pull Jacob’s head over to see how he handled his mouth, but they were still in public. Home wasn’t too far away -- nothing was far away anymore, honestly -- and he could live with the tease until then. “It wasn’t too bad for being on demand and short notice,” he said amiably, flashing a grin over at Jacob as he turned the car on. Connor backed out of the space and headed out of the parking lot.
Jacob did feel a bit reckless going with him but not nearly as reckless as he would if he'd never met him before. The slight amount of stupid it was to go was just making the whole thing hotter and he realized on some level that it probably wasn't a great thing to be into. He really didn't want to do small talk on the way back to Seaview so he stayed quiet for a few moments before sneaking his hand over to Connor's lap, stopping at his thigh. "Can I?" he asked because Connor wasn't the only one curious to see - or in this case, feel - what was going on underneath the clothing.
No small talk was fine by Connor. He was getting immersed in the headspace now, feeling his mindset shift into the mode where he could take some pretty submissive treat home with him and have his way with him. Jacob’s hand on his leg made him smile in the dark, and Connor made no move to stop him as he drove them through town. It also ensured that his erection wasn’t going anywhere fast. “You may,” he answered smoothly, keeping his hands on the wheel to give Jacob all the room he needed to explore on his own.
Jacob couldn't wait to see what he looked like naked but for now he was okay with touching and letting his imagination fill in the blanks. The denim wasn't very yielding so he couldn't do a whole lot without unbuttoning Connor's jeans but he could still feel that Connor was hard and it filled him with satisfaction. He rubbed that bulge lightly, studying Connor's profile in the dim lights from the dashboard and light posts they passed. He could feel himself slipping further into that mindset of actually wanting to do he was told and it felt like the whole core of him was thrumming with anticipation.
Even with jeans in the way, the groping felt good. Foreplay in a car always reminded Connor of being young and really discovering himself for the first time, what he liked, who he liked. Men, but not necessarily super masculine men. Connor liked a bit of delicateness in his partners, something about it made him feel more nurturing, more possessive in the moment. Jacob’s hand wasn’t shy, but it wasn’t demanding either, and that was pretty perfect. Connor gave a soft hum as his hand dipped down to rub against the back of Jacob’s briefly. He then moved his fingers up to brush against the side of the boy’s jaw. “You gonna be good for me tonight?” he murmured.
"Yes sir," Jacob all but purred back at him, tilting his head into the touch. Connor's profile hadn't said anything about preferences with titles and Jacob wasn't usually all that into the 'sir' thing but with the way he felt like he was already slipping into sub space it came naturally. He'd all but forgotten that he was going to brace himself for disappointment tonight, that he didn't want to get his hopes too high up and all that smart shit he could tell himself when he wasn't drunk with arousal. Connor had an effect on him from the first time he'd seen him, a kind of restless energy inside him ready to erupt.
It seemed to roll beautifully off his tongue, and it made Connor’s extremities tingle. His preferred titles completely depended on the sub -- sometimes ‘sir’ didn’t sound right from someone. But it sounded good coming out of Jacob. Connor moved his hand a bit, cupping the boy’s jaw. Without looking at him, he brushed his thumb over the curve of Jacob’s lips. “Just as soft as they are pretty,” he murmured, almost to himself. After another light brush, he slipped the tip of his thumb between Jacob’s lips, his attention seemingly mostly on the road. Connor was glad there wasn’t a lot of traffic tonight, and that this town was fucking tiny.
Jacob didn't need encouraging, parting his lips further and tilting his head ever so slightly to get more of Connor's thumb in his mouth, gently sucking on it as he watched Connor's profile. There were a lot of things he wanted to do right then but he'd given up control and Connor hadn't told him to do anything yet. Probably for the best since he was driving but the temptation was still there to unbutton his jeans and get a taste of him. They were close to Seaview now and Jacob's excitement was growing.
Connor’s cock flexed under Jacob’s hand and he gave a little hum. The way Jacob moved his tongue was a good sign he knew what to do with a cock between those pretty lips, and Connor drove a bit faster. Tempting as it was to start before they even got back to his place, Connor didn’t want to rush his way through this. He could jerk himself off anytime, the opportunity to really have a night with a partner would run so much deeper than that, if he did it right. So a tease was fine for now. As he slowed down to turn into Seaview, Connor pulled his thumb free and gave Jacob’s cheek a firm couple of pats. “What’s your safeword?” he asked, turning into the complex and glancing over briefly.
"Depends," Jacob murmured. "If I can't use my mouth I like to hold something I can drop." In theory anyway, he'd never really gone that far but it seemed like a cool idea. "I like surreal if I can talk." He'd thought about it a lot, probably too much and the first words that came to mind when he tried to think of something to use for stopping were all related to the Cooperdale Tunnel and Grayson but those had such a bad connotation for him that it didn't feel right. "Do you have a word you like?" he asked curiously, unable to keep from wondering if he'd need a safeword tonight.
“Surreal,” Connor murmured, smiling faintly. “That’s a new one, I like it.” It was definitely not a word that would come out of someone’s mouth by accident. He also liked that Jacob was experienced enough -- or had put enough thought into it -- to know what to do if he was gagged, too. Connor did like to forcibly shut them up on occasion, just not usually the first time. Just for safety’s sake. He was a doctor and a good dom, and he took his partners’ wellbeing seriously. He just happened to be good at multitasking and could fuck their brains out at the same time. “Whatever you’re comfortable with and you’ll remember works for me,” he said with a little smile. “If it’s just up to me, I find green-yellow-red to be really useful. But your call.” He pulled into his short drive and put the car in park. Connor looked over at Jacob quietly for a moment, then moved to lean in closer for a kiss. “C’mere,” he murmured.
The thing about power exchange like this was that Jacob didn't know if Connor - now holding the power - was into some things he was or if he wanted to try things Jacob wasn't into. Kissing was one of those things he hoped for but worried would be off the table so he smiled with a little relief as he leaned in on Connor's request. He had a list on his fetlife profile of some of the things he liked and didn't like but it really was just a tip of the iceberg. There were a lot of things he knew he could become interested in with the right partner that he wouldn't do with just anyone, other things he wasn't sure about but might put up with for the right guy, yet more things that he didn't really know much about. The few things on the list were good guidelines he thought and he hoped Connor had read it and found that they matched well.
Connor had read Jacob’s whole profile a few times now -- once or twice back when they’d first started talking, and then again while he’d been killing time earlier that evening. He hadn’t memorized it, but he’d gotten a good idea of where Jacob stood with his likes and limits. Enough to have a pretty worry-free fun night with him, anyway. He slipped his hand to the back of Jacob’s neck as soon as he was close enough and gave it a squeeze when their lips met. Those lips felt just as good as they advertised, and Connor lingered in just caressing their mouths together for a moment before he deepened the kiss. Some doms didn’t like to make out, but Connor considered himself a sensual lover, and kissing was so intimate and unique, it was a disservice not to appreciate it.
Jacob already loved his hands, especially the way it felt to have one of them gripping the back of his neck, not too hard but definitely possessive. A good kiss was so important, a bad one could kill the mood really fast and he had to swallow down a happy whimper at just how good this kiss was. Connor's hold on him wasn't getting any weaker tonight, that magnetic allure he'd felt the first time he saw him was getting stronger by the minute and Jacob knew he was going to have trouble letting this one go. He'd gotten his hopes up before and been let down really badly so he had to fortify himself against it but right now there wasn't a chance in hell that he could. He kissed Connor back, barely holding back on the hunger as he tried to remind himself he was taking a submissive role right now and probably shouldn't get too bossy with the kissing.
He liked how responsive Jacob was. Connor could feel the tension in his neck and the need humming underneath that kiss. This was going to be fun, he could tell already. It had been way too long since he’d had a pretty new boy on his knees, begging him. It didn’t even matter for what -- for his cock, to get fucked, for release -- he just loved that feeling, especially when it came smooth and natural. They weren’t there yet, but Connor had a good feeling about it now. He kissed Jacob for another moment or two, then pulled back with a deep chuckle. “Come inside,” he said as he released Jacob’s neck. Connor turned the car off and climbed out, tossing a glance around. There were no neighbors around, which he appreciated. He headed up the porch steps and unlocked the door to let them in.
Jacob walked casually up to Connor's house, like he was just visiting and wasn't aching for what was going to happen in there. As casually as he could anyway, when his dick was hard and rubbing against his pants, only making it worse. Or better. He huddled his shoulders a little against the cold while Connor unlocked the door, giving him a little smile before they headed inside. He felt drawn to him like a moth to a flame and it was hard not to lean in and kiss him again. The one downside to subbing for someone, having to hold back on all his impulses. Or maybe it was an upside, it was as exciting as it was difficult.
Connor had sold a lot of stuff before he moved, so the little house was pretty sparse. It was neat and definitely clean, the furniture and decor were just minimal. He’d only left one lamp on for the mood lighting. Not that Connor gave Jacob much time to look around. As soon as he had the door shut and locked behind them, he grabbed for the younger man. It didn’t take much to turn Jacob and put his back against the door. Connor braced one forearm across Jacob’s chest and leaned into it a little bit. “You said you like giving up control, huh?” he murmured, staring steadily into Jacob’s eyes. “That’s good, ‘cause you’re mine tonight, and you’re going to do everything I say, to the letter. Understand?”
Jacob's heart started beating faster again and he nodded quickly. "Yes sir," he whispered and there was that comfort of having a safe word, especially since Connor brought it up first. Jacob didn't want to use it and he knew he'd probably go well past his comfort level before he did and that was both scary and exciting too. "Tell me what you want," he added and the way Connor's arm pressed against him was making him feel a little drunk, much like everything Connor had done tonight.
That look in his eyes made Connor’s insides squirm in the most pleasant way. It was kind of dazed but so warm and open. Vulnerable and all his. His mind went blissfully blank for a heartbeat, something that tended to happen at the very beginning of any session he really got into -- if he over-thought it, it never turned out as well. His instinct was much better at this than he was, and Connor had learned to let it take the driver’s seat. He stared intently at Jacob for another moment, then smiled faintly. “Come with me,” he murmured, pulling back and letting his arm drop. Connor turned, shrugging out of his jacket as he walked through the living room. He tossed it toward the couch on he way to the short all that led to the bedroom. Connor stopped in the doorway, turning to face Jacob with one shoulder leaned against the frame. “Take your clothes off,” he instructed softly. “You’re not allowed clothes in my bedroom, ever.”
Ever made it sound like they'd do this again and Jacob had to remind himself again not to get his hopes up. Live in the moment, enjoy what's happening now. He removed his bag and dropped it on the floor, then looked around as he shrugged off his jacket, searching for a place to put his clothes but not seeing anything there in the hallway. The floor would do, but he wasn't going to assume. "Where should I put them?" he asked as he leaned down to untie his boots, glancing up at Connor as he did so.
Connor almost told him just to drop them, but as much as he’d cleaned this place, he was still a little iffy on the carpets. Rentals could be gross. So he held his hand out for Jacob’s jacket. “Leave the boots there, give the rest to me,” he instructed. “Consider them confiscated.” Connor chuckled a little. He could just put it all in the bedroom to give back once they were back in reality mode -- until then, he was going to enforce the no-clothes rule. He wanted Jacob naked and accessible.
It made Jacob glad he asked since he was still feeling Connor out and was probably at some point going to do something he didn't care for, dropping his clothes where he stood was a minor thing but it was still one bad thing avoided. He barely smothered a grin when Connor laughed, handing over his jacket before toeing off his boots and balancing to get his socks off. Those could stay with the boots, he figured, little things tended to be annoying to carry. Then he pulled off off in order his knitted sweater, t-shirt and cargo pants. He paused when he was down to his underwear, not out of embarrassment but rather to take a moment to look Connor up and down. Still fully dressed, slowly gathering a pile of Jacob's clothes. Jacob couldn't deny it was a rush. He slipped his boxer briefs down, all too aware of how hard he still was and sure Connor would appreciate it. At least he was clearly into this.
Connor watched Jacob strip with much more relish than he let show. Was there anything prettier than a young man with a hardon bobbing with need in front of him? Not in his world. Jacob had a nice body, slim and pale and without a lot of hair. He looked soft, and Connor already wanted to touch him, every inch. Some inches rougher than others. He didn’t yet, his hands full of Jacob’s clothes, just stood there and looked him over for a moment. A tiny smirk crossing his face, Connor started to back up into his bedroom, nodding his head for Jacob to follow, now that he was naked. The bed was large with a sturdy wrought-iron frame with lots of places to tie or cuff someone. There were two nightstands, a chest with a padded lid at the foot of the bed, a chair in one corner, and a dresser. The latter was where Connor put Jacob’s clothes, out of the way. He toed out of his own shoes and pointed at the space in front of the chest. “On your knees,” he told him softly.
There wasn't any huge shift in mood when Jacob entered the room and he was relieved Connor wasn't one of those 'barking orders' kind of dom. Not that he'd expected that from him but it was still a relief. The mood had already shifted as soon as he got in the car and the headspace he was in now was a really good start. He sank to his knees in one fluid motion, willing himself to do it gracefully, keeping his chin up as he stared up at Connor, his hands at his sides even if he really wanted to touch himself. He still wasn't sure if Connor was strict about random things like permission to speak and eye contact, he hadn't seen that on his profile but so far it seemed like they were into similar things. He could barely believe he was actually there, kneeling in Connor's room after all this time of pining. He hadn't been able to imagine it fully so this far exceeded his hopes.
Connor could be strict if it fit the scene. He’d had subs who loved to get yelled at, insulted, degraded, and he’d filled those roles when asked, but it wasn’t his preferred method of playing. He wasn’t a drill sergeant, and there were more enjoyable forms of punishment if a sub stepped out of line. A soft hand until a firmer one was needed was more fun to him. He pulled his socks off and sauntered in closer, rubbing his fingers off on his jeans. He stopped in front of Jacob, his toes barely an inch from the boy’s knees. Holding eye contact with him, Connor leaned a bit and flipped the lid of his toy chest open. He dipped a hand in and pulled out a silky blindfold, running the material through his fingers as he gazed down at his new human toy. He really hoped this turned out mutually beneficial, because looking at Jacob kneeling there with his cock still flushed and hard and ready between his thighs was tantalizing. “You trust me, don’t you?” he murmured, brushing his fingertips against the side of Jacob’s jaw. Obvious question, maybe, but Connor liked hearing the answer.
Jacob kind of wanted to say no because trusting someone like this was really stupid and maybe a small part of him wanted not to trust Connor completely. He wanted to be a 'little worried' like he'd told him before, find a different release for that wariness inside of him. Trust could also mean he was willing to put faith in Connor and give up control - which he did - so the answer was easy anyway. "Yes," he said quietly and almost tacked on 'take me away from it all'. That might entail explaining what all of it was and that was the last thing he wanted to think about right now. He just wanted to let go and find out what Connor was really like. A blindfold was hot, even if it meant he couldn't see him anymore and he really was curious about what he looked like once the clothes came off.
It was a thing that Connor didn’t even need to be told. Escape was something they both needed, otherwise they wouldn’t be there. His lips quirked upward a tiny bit at Jacob’s answer, and he lifted the blindfold to put it over his eyes. Connor moved in a little closer and pulled Jacob’s head into his crotch while he tied the knot in the back. Once he had it firmly secured, he slipped his fingers into Jacob’s hair and pulled his head to one side, bending down close to his ear. “Sure you should?” he purred. Connor nuzzled his nose lightly against the boy’s earlobe, then dipped a bit lower to bite his neck. Not too hard, but enough for it to be a surprise. God, he loved blindfolding people.
Jacob breathed him in while he was close. Connor was clean so he mostly smelled denim but it still tickled him to be there. The question made him smile a little as it fired up that pleasant sense of nervousness and the bite was definitely a surprise even if he should have known it was coming - or at least known something was coming. "Probably not," he whispered under his breath after inhaling sharply. He wasn't tied up yet and he still felt like he was completely at Connor's mercy and his stomach sank a little at the thought of being even more so. It was a pleasant drop though and he bit his lip as he stayed present, all his attention on the man in front of him.
Connor gave a deep chuckle, making sure to exhale a bit of it into Jacob’s ear before he straightened up again and let his head go. He reached back and pulled his sweater off and tossed it toward the chair in the corner, then followed suit with the t-shirt underneath. The air in the room was a little chilly on his arousal-sensitized skin, but he knew he’d be warming up in no time. “Take my jeans off,” he instructed, gazing down at Jacob’s lip bite. He was going to make the best faces, Connor could tell already.
Jacob had wanted to do that for a while now though he hadn't expected to be blindfolded at the time. He reached up and took a few extra seconds to feel around - he was blinded after all so he was excused, right? - lightly running his fingers over Connor's stomach, right above the waistband. He was willing to be he was gorgeous with his shirt off, not too hairy but he could feel some body hair going on and now he really wanted to see him. It was sweet torture and they hadn't even started yet. He fought the urge to lean in and kiss that bare skin, going for the jeans instead and unbuttoning them with ease. That really wasn't something he needed to see to be good at and he felt drawn to the heat of Connor's body as he pulled the jeans down his hips.
The feeling around was the whole idea, along with the challenge of doing it blind, and Connor relished those tentative first touches, his stomach twitching a tiny bit under Jacob’s fingers. Jacob didn’t struggle too much though, and Connor smiled faintly when he only pulled denim down, and not the boxer briefs underneath. He didn’t correct him, because drawing it all out was also the idea. Connor took over when his jeans were low enough to step out of, backing up a step and nudging them out of the way after. He dipped his hand back into the toybox to pick something else up out of it, careful to keep it quiet. “Now the boxers,” he murmured, moving in close to Jacob again.
Jacob knew he was doing something but that was the fun thing about blindfolds: he had no idea what. He focused instead on his own part in things, glad Connor wasn't going to be fully dressed the whole time. Sure, that could be hot too but Jacob wanted to touch him as much as he could get away with. He didn't need to see him, hyper aware of the fact he was nearly naked and right in front of him, so easy to touch and taste if Jacob wanted to pretend to be a little bratty. he rested his hands on Connor's hips, hooked his fingers into his boxers and then paused for a second before tugging them down. The urge to touch him intensified and he leaned in a little closer as he pulled then down Connor's legs.
Connor’s cock had relaxed some with all the moving around and taking his time, but it started to swell again as the elastic of his boxer briefs dragged down over it. He loved being undressed, especially when he hadn’t given explicit permission for touching yet. He reached out to caress one of Jacob’s cheeks with his free hand before slipping his thumb between his lips again. Connor leaned in a bit to brush his cock against the other cheek. Once his underwear was down his thighs, he said, “Give me your wrists.” With a push of his thumb, Connor opened up the handcuffs and waited.
Jacob took his thumb between his teeth and licked it without thinking about it. Quiet as it was, he recognized the sound with another happy coiling in his stomach and raised his hands up for Connor to take. This was it, the point of no return if there was any chance of things turning sour. Jacob didn't expect it to but it definitely put an edge to it to recognize that it might. He kept his hands closed in a loose fist, palms up as he waited for Connor's next move.
So obedient. That was the point, Connor supposed, but it still gave him a charge, like a low buzz of electricity through his body. He lightly ran the cool edge of the cuffs up the inside of one of Jacob’s forearms before he closed it around his wrist. He cuffed the other wrist with a bit more of a firm slap. Connor pulled on the short chain between them a bit, as if to make sure they were secure, then let go. “Put ‘em behind your head,” he directed. Once Jacob had done so, he moved in a bit closer, taking hold of his cock to brush the tip of it against those pretty lips. “Open,” Connor murmured huskily. “Get a taste of this cock you’ve been wanting all night.”
He wasn't wrong about that, Jacob had been wanting it all night and a lot longer than that. He thought he'd first seen Connor in June or July, it got fuzzy, but he'd definitely been wanting a taste of him for months now. He was more than happy to open his mouth and lick at the tip of Connor's cock, warm and just a little salty against his tongue. One lick, then he pushed forward to take the head in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.
Jacob’s tongue felt hot and slick and perfect against Connor’s skin, and his hips flexed a tiny bit as he slipped into his mouth. Both of Connor’s hands moved to cup the sides of Jacob’s face, his thumbs pressing in a bit as he let out a soft groan. “Good boy,” he whispered, pushing his cock in just a little deeper. The selfish temptation was of course there to just fuck Jacob’s face and get himself off, but that would be a waste. Connor kind of liked the struggle that came with being a dom of keeping himself in check too.
Jacob couldn't ever explain why those two words got him so riled up. Good boy. They seemed to go straight to his cock, leaving a heated trail through his core. Having Connor's cock in his mouth as he said it only made it better and he pushed forward a little after Connor had slid in deeper, wanting to show him he could take it, that he was willing to take it all if that was what Connor wanted. It fit so well, heavy and velvety on his tongue and Connor smelled so good as he breathed him in through his nose.
He seemed eager for more, so Connor pushed deeper, sliding his cock further into Jacob’s mouth until he felt the back of his throat. Just enough to block his air for a moment. That tightness was tantalizing, but he didn’t push for more than that just yet. Instead he just held Jacob’s head there, relishing the heat and the press of lips and tongue around him and the idea that he was controlling Jacob’s breath now. “Fuck,” he whispered softly, patting one of the boy’s cheeks firmly. Connor was sure Jacob could take more, but he wasn’t in any rush. It was just a tease for both of them. He pulled back slowly, out of Jacob’s reach completely, and moved to his side to put a steadying hand on his arm. “Get up,” he murmured.