Connor was probably lucky that he was working later than Jacob, though Jacob wished he'd been done earlier so he could have given him a ride home from the arcade. Normally he didn't mind walking but it had been A Day and the roads were icy. He'd nearly slipped and fallen more times than he cared to count and he'd already been in such a shitty mood. By the time he got to Seaview - fuming - he didn't manage to catch himself and took a not so graceful swan dive. At least he didn't break anything - or strain anything - but he'd have a nice big bruise to show for it on his hip and he was sore as hell already.
But yes, Connor was lucky because coming home after Jacob had calmed down, showered and changed into dry and comfortable clothes was a lot better than being home when he first got there, cursing up a storm and slamming the door behind him. Maybe the fact he knew Connor wasn't there made him more unhinged since he was better at keeping himself in check around people but no, he was alone and frustrated and in pain he hadn't signed up for.
By the time Connor got home he was calmer but still feeling petulant. It was hard to get into the mindset of wanting to please and pamper someone else when he felt kind of miserable but thankfully there wasn't really anything that needed doing. Connor was bringing home food and he'd probably already had way too much coffee at work so it made no sense to brew some this late. Jacob still met him in the hallway, a little pouty but that was soothed away a little once he'd zipped down his coat and slipped his arms around him.
Connor had had a normal, quiet day at the hospital, which felt like a damn vacation after the fog. He’d seen a few patients sick with winter flus, one kid with strep throat, a sprained wrist, some acute chest pain that turned out to be gas, the usual. It was good to be distracted with work, and even better to know in the back of his mind that Jacob would be at home waiting for him. That was more of a comfort than the boy probably realized. Living together was going well so far, though it had only been a handful of days, Connor still felt good about it.
They’d texted briefly on and off during the day, and he was more than ready to get off his feet by the time he left the hospital and swung by a Thai place to pick up their dinner. When he opened the door and stepped inside to see Jacob right there in the hallway, Connor’s heart gave a happy little squeeze. He set the food bag down and chuckled faintly as his boy unzipped his coat for him and snuggled in. Connor wrapped arms around him and pressed a gentle kiss to his head. “Hey there,” he murmured. “Long day?”
"No," Jacob admitted. "But you'd be amazed at how much crappy you can fit into a short time." He drew back a little, letting his hands linger on Connor's sides before letting go. "Better now that you're here," he murmured and reached up to get Connor's coat for him. Was it a little bit too much like a butler? He didn't care, he was here to take care of him in every way he wanted to do so. "How was yours?" he asked even if he was oh so ready to go into a full blown rant about just how shitty the day had been. Connor was giving off a pretty easy vibe so Jacob was guessing the day hadn't been horrible.
Ah yes, a ton of bullshit could happen in a short amount of time, Connor knew that as well as anyone. Feeling quietly pleased by the gesture, he let Jacob help him out of his coat and hang it up, then picked up the bag of food once more and handed it to his boy. “It was fine,” he said. “Quiet enough, perfectly normal. Just checking sprains and slinging antibiotics.” Connor toed out of his boots to leave them by the door. “Wanna tell me about your crappy? Or would you rather ignore it?” It helped some people to vent and blow off steam, others to be distracted and let it go, and Connor hadn’t quite sussed out yet which camp Jacob was in.
Jacob could go either way. Some things weren't worth bitching about but today he was just so honestly baffled by everything that he felt like maybe talking about it would help him understand it. He didn't want to talk Connor's ear off about negative shit but telling him about some of it sounded like it could help. "My boss was just weird and annoying," he sighed as they headed inside and he only paused to check in with Connor on what he wanted to drink with the food so he could get it from the fridge along with two glasses. "Just anything that went wrong was somehow my fault and at one point he literally accused me of unplugging some of the machines just to fuck with him? He said I was gaslighting him, he really doesn't even seem like the kind of guy who would know what that means but here we are and I'm out to get him?" He got more agitated the more he spoke of it but he realized that as soon as he let out the last words and so he made a conscious effort to take a deep breath and loosen his shoulders before remembering another thing to be upset about. "Oh and then he accused me of stealing from the register until he found the money he thought I'd stolen and he didn't even apologize."
Connor listened through the process of setting out all the food on the coffee table and getting comfortable on the couch. He ordinarily liked to eat at the table, but it seemed like Jacob needed to relax, and it was so much easier to transition into cuddling when they were already on the couch. “He said you were gaslighting him?” Connor echoed with some amusement, shaking his head. The bit about the stealing accusation made his brow furrow deeper though. Most of the rest of it seemed like petty shit, but that was a pretty heavy thing to throw at somebody. It bothered Connor even more that the asshole hadn’t apologized, and he had the urge to go down there and give him a piece of his mind. But he wasn’t Jacob’s father, that would’ve been out of line. Before they sat down, he clasped Jacob’s upper arms and turned him to look at him, rubbing at his shoulders and looking him in the eye. “That’s a lot of bullshit,” he said earnestly. “More than you should put up with. Why don’t you quit?”
Whenever Connor grabbed him in any way it always felt grounding and this time was no different, even if the question threw him a little. He relaxed under the gentle rubbing, giving Connor a faint smile. "I think he's just - it's PTSD or something. It's not like him." That wasn't an answer to Connor's actual question but they both knew why Jacob was working there. He needed a job, he needed the money even if it was less pressing since Connor refused to let him pay rent at his place. They'd never outright discussed Connor taking care of him and Jacob wasn't even sure if that was a good idea if it came to it.
It was impossible to miss that Jacob didn’t really answer the question, and he decided not to push for one. They’d already moved in together fast, maybe it was too soon to really try and talk Jacob into quitting his job. He hadn’t complained a lot about it in the past either, so maybe this was just an isolated incident. So instead he leaned in to give him a soft kiss. “You don’t have to work, you know,” he murmured, just to put the idea in his head. “But come on, let’s eat. Food always helps.” He released Jacob and moved to sit down on the couch. “Everybody reacts to things differently ... hopefully he’ll pull his head out of his ass.”
Jacob lingered where he was for a moment, watching Connor with a mix of amusement and that feeling that was near constant when they were together: a little riot of happy butterflies in his stomach. He wasn't so sure that'd ever end at this point. "What, like you're gonna be my sugar daddy?" he teased but he honestly liked the idea and that slipped through in his voice as well. He'd have more time to draw and more time to draw meant more work which meant more possibilities of further work in the future. That was what he really wanted to do and it was hard not to get ahead of himself, daydreaming about going back to school, about making money of his art, about always having a place with Connor no matter if he actually made it or not.
Well that was easy, wasn’t it? Connor grinned a little and glanced up at his boy as he opened the top of his food container. He could hear that Jacob didn’t hate the prospect or think he couldn’t be serious. “I don’t know if I’d use those words, but ... why not? I can more than afford you. Your boss sounds like an asshole. You like it here, right?” Connor looked up at him again, one eyebrow slightly higher than the other. He was pretty sure the answer to that was yes, but it wasn’t irrelevant to the discussion.
Jacob stayed where he was for a moment longer, watching Connor as he considered it, a little smile curling his lips, his eyes just a bit narrowed. "Yeah," he finally murmured because what was the point in trying to deny it? It wasn't like he was locking himself into an impossible situation, he trusted Connor and if he was wrong about all that, he still had people he could go to if it all came crashing down. He sauntered over to the couch at last and crawled over to Connor, kneeling next to him - facing him. The food could wait another minute. "I'm not with you for your money," he told him firmly, though there was still a playful edge to it since he was pretty sure Connor knew that. "But is that what you want?"
Connor sat back when Jacob settled beside him, giving him all of his attention. He rested his hand on one of Jacob’s knees. It had been reassuring and a little strange to find that as soon as Jacob moved in, all of Connor’s worries about it disappeared. He’d had all of the predictable anxieties -- it had been too long since Connor cohabitated, Jacob was too young, they were both being too impulsive, it could ruin his career here, Jacob’s friends wouldn’t understand, it could all blow up in their faces ... and then they’d just been gone. The temporariness of them living in Point Pleasant may have had something to do with it, but Connor thought it was more that their relationship just felt Right. Whether it was a long term Right or just Right For Right Now remained to be seen, but wasn’t that true of all relationships? Connor chuckled, aware that Jacob was invested far beyond Connor’s wallet; you couldn’t fake their kind of chemistry. “It’s ... kind of a fantasy of mine,” he admitted, watching Jacob’s face. “To take full care of someone -- of you. But I don’t want to stifle your independence or deny you some part of your life that’s important to you, so ... it would have to be your informed decision. But if you want it too ...”
"Well, I do like making fulfilling your fantasies," Jacob said, just one last little half-tease before he let himself be more serious about it all because it was something they needed to talk about seriously. Quitting his job and letting someone take care of him? That was no small thing he was going to saunter into with a grin. "But honestly, yeah... I'd love to quit my job, spend more time on drawing. I can still make money that way just not as much. You wouldn't have to pay for everything." He nibbled at his bottom lip for a moment as he thought about it, lightly resting his hand on top of Connor's. "We could try it and if it doesn't work out I'll get another job." It came out more like a question, he was still a little hesitant because it meant giving more power - and responsibility - to Connor and that could really blow up in his face.
Seeing as how he liked to be thoroughly informed about everything he did, Connor knew how risky it was to put one’s financial stability in someone else’s hands. He knew there were unethical doms out there who would use it for an abusive sort of control rather than the fun consensual kind. He was determined not to go down that path. He wanted to care for his boy, not exploit him. “I’ll be a regular patron of the arts,” he murmured with a little grin, squeezing Jacob’s thigh gently. “I’m happy to give it a shot. It’ll take a lot of communication and honesty ... I want you to tell me the instant you start to feel uncomfortable or controlled in a bad way or anything like that, can you promise me you’ll do that?” It was probably good that Jacob had some source of independent income, it could be fun money for whatever he wanted, while Connor took care of all his basic needs.
Whatever potential problems Jacob's mind provided him with were instantly dismissed because they were nothing he wasn't already dealing with. Things like 'if your computer breaks, you can't just ask Connor to pay for a new one' but did that matter when he wouldn't be able to afford a new one anyway? What little money he made went straight into rent, food and necessities. With those taken care of, what little money he did make off his art would be extra money in his pocket instead of a patch for whatever his paycheck failed to cover. He loved everything Connor said because it was just so... Connor. None of those things were things he himself was worried about but that was because this was Connor and he trusted him. Maybe more than he should. "I don't want you to feel like I'm exploiting you," he said, since they were being honest and upfront. "I'll keep the place clean and hell, I can learn to cook. I want to pull my weight and yeah, I promise I'll be honest, no matter what."
Connor gave a faint chuckle and ran his free hand through his salt and pepper hair. “It’s so funny ... I kinda wanna tell you not to worry about those things, that you’re not here to be a servant, but ... god, it turns me on to think about coming home to a clean house and you,” he murmured, giving Jacob a somewhat sheepish smile. He rubbed his thumb against Jacob’s leg and let his head fall back against the couch. “I just want you to be happy here, fulfilled, getting what you want out of it too. I wanna spoil the shit out of you too, so be ready for that.” Connor grinned a bit. “Don’t worry about taking advantage. I know what I’m doing, and believe me, I’m already getting plenty back for it.”
Jacob smiled a little more widely at that, the mention of arousal taking some of the weight off the conversation and making it a lot more interesting. The thought of something so simple as that turning Connor on made him happy because it was just so doable. He didn't hate cleaning and with a place like Connor's it was easy because it was just maintaining what was already spotless. So if keeping things status quo and existing was enough to turn Connor on it almost felt too easy. "Then I'll quit my job," he said warmly. He inched a little closer to Connor until his knees were touching his thigh, leaning in close enough that Connor could easily close the distance between them to kiss him if he wanted. "And we can check in regularly and make sure we're both still happy with it."
He already kept his house very clean, so Connor knew it wouldn’t be a huge task for Jacob to keep it that way, but there was still something so important about the effort. The idea of Jacob knowing how he liked things and keeping them that way to make him happy made Connor’s insides feel all warm and squirmy. He took his hand off of Jacob’s leg to move it up to the back of his neck, just caressing and gently squeezing for a moment. “I feel so lucky you want to belong to me,” he murmured, the closer proximity sending pleasant tingles down the front of his body. He leaned in closer, but didn’t completely close the gap quite yet. “I’ll do my best to deserve it, Jacob.”
"You already do," Jacob replied quietly but the words were so impactful, almost vulnerable, he didn't want to make Connor feel like he was dismissive of them. "But I'll appreciate it if you keep that up," he murmured. "And I hope you feel like I deserve this too. I'm not even sure I do, you know?" The funny thing about that was that he didn't really care if he deserved it or not, not when Connor touched his neck in this way. Connor wanted him, that was all he needed to know and all he gave a shit about. His own opinion on the matter was secondary at best so his self doubt could fuck right off. It was liberating, yielding to someone in that way, and it quieted down his own demons so much that it was no wonder he was so addicted to it.
It was possible that Jacob didn’t deserve it, just like it was possible that Connor didn’t. They were taking a chance on each other. It might turn out to be a mistake for either one of them, but they’d never know if they didn’t give it a shot. Connor knew this mix of chemistry and shared kinks didn’t come along every day. “I’m sure of it,” he murmured. Connor finally pulled Jacob in close enough to kiss, caressing the boy’s lips with his own before pressing them more solidly together. The trust of it all, the idea that Jacob was willing to put so much responsibility into his hands, to rely on him to take care of things, satisfied something in him that ran so deep, it was hard for him to fully describe. Connor just knew this was exactly what he wanted.
Whatever doubts Jacob might have were so easily quieted because they were communicating honestly. Knowing this was something that Connor truly desired - something that actually made him happy - changed everything. It wasn't just some favor, he wasn't taking pity on Jacob for working a shitty job, it wasn't an offhanded 'if you want' kind of offer. Jacob was welcome there and he felt it with every fibre of his being. He wasn't sure he'd often felt that, even with his own friends he sometimes questioned if they really wanted him around, if he truly had a place in a group or if they just let him tag along because of a habit. It wasn't a rational sort of feeling but that didn't make it any less real and he was intensely happy he didn't have it gnawing at him right now. They both wanted this, Connor was even turned on by the idea and that made it even easier to go along with it.
He kissed him back, relaxing against him as much as he was relaxing into the idea of being his completely. In a way that kiss felt like a handshake might when closing a less intimate deal and there was never a time when he didn't love kissing Connor. It always felt right, his lips were just perfect and his tongue did things to Jacob that he could never put into words. When the kiss ended he couldn't help the little laugh that slipped out, relieved and amused at how he was feeling. "I'm so happy," he whispered as if it was a little ridiculous to feel that way.
That was the best sort of music to Connor’s ears, and he couldn’t help but grin. He sat up a bit straighter and reached around the back of Jacob’s shoulders and waist, pulling him down into his lap in a motion that was like a seated dip in a dance. He was always so easy to move around, so pliable and trusting, it made Connor’s stomach flutter pleasantly and everything tingle below his waist. Holding onto his boy so he wouldn’t slip off, Connor kissed him again, then murmured, “Me too.” Happiness definitely wasn’t something he’d expected to find when he’d made the decision to come to Point Pleasant, but Connor was old enough to know he had to hold onto it wherever he found it. He stole a few more lingering kisses from Jacob, then pulled back to look at him again. “Are you hungry? Or should I take you to bed?” he asked, his tone only half teasing.
Jacob laughed as he was maneuvered around, ending up in Connor's arms, looking up at him. It was like one of those romance novel covers or something, he liked it. "The food will keep," he murmured in reply to Connor's question. "I can eat later but I would have thought you'd be hungry." He was admittedly a little bit hungry himself but he'd always been easily distracted away from food, especially when it came to sex. Sex before eating was usually better anyway. "You know I always want you to take me to bed so your question is very unnecessary."
Connor was hungry, but not in an extremely uncomfortable way. He was used to putting off his body’s needs until he got time to take care of them ... well, most of them, anyway. At the moment his desire for his boy was getting pretty insistent, and Connor was inclined to indulge it. “You do seem to, you pretty little slut,” he murmured with tons of affection. He gave Jacob a couple more smooches and then sat back to help him sit up. He wasn’t quite sure he could carry him yet, and after a long day of work wasn’t the time to find out. “You better get in that bed then.”
Jacob winced a little as he got to his feet because it involved pushing his ass onto the cushions and he was a little sore from his fall. He wondered if it had bruised already and he wondered if Connor would like the way it looked. They'd never really gotten that physical but Jacob had a feeling there were a lot of things they had yet to experiment with so that didn't tell him much. He peeled his sweater off, giving Connor a playful little smile over his shoulder as he sauntered to the living room door. No clothes in the bedroom meant he might as well start removing them before he even left the living room.
It was lovely to watch Jacob get up and walk and start to undress like the good, obedient boy he was. He was lithe and more graceful than he probably knew, like a cat. Connor watched until he moved out of view, then got up himself to follow along, pausing only long enough to put the lids back on the food containers on the coffee table. He peeled his own top layers off as he went, a long-sleeved thermal and a t-shirt underneath, so he was shirtless by the time he caught up to Jacob, eyes sliding over his bare back. He reached out to side a hand down it and squeeze one side of Jacob’s ass, not to stop him, but just to grope him.
Jacob tensed a little because of course Connor grabbed his left side where he'd taken the brunt of his fall. It felt bad but also kind of good which didn't really surprise him considering his proclivities. He knew Connor noticed because there was no hiding that initial reaction of tensing up and the quick inhale of breath through his nose so he turned again as he unbuttoned his pants. "I fell on my ass today," he murmured with a little grin. "You found the spot in one go so I'm going to commend your inner sadist for a job well done." His grin widened as he spoke until he was laughing a little. "I bet it's showing already."
The small reaction of pain was unexpected, so Connor let go before Jacob even turned around. He hadn’t mentioned falling, which was common in this kind of weather and likely put some shitty icing on his shitty day. He let out a small laugh with an ‘aw’ mixed in, but Jacob didn’t seem like it had hurt too bad, so he didn’t feel bad for not knowing it was there. Connor grinned back instead and nodded at Jacob’s pants. “Let’s have a look. I’m a doctor, after all, not just a sadist,” he teased. They were in the hallway now, after all, and the rule was still no clothes in the bedroom.
Jacob was ever so pleased he'd showered as soon as he got home because that made showing off his body a lot less awkward and he made a little 'ooh' sound at the doctor bit because, well, that was some people's kink after all. Maybe not his explicitically but he could see the appeal. He slid his pants down after toeing his socks off with a little bit of a balancing trick, then turned his 'wounded' side to Connor. "How bad is it?" he murmured, arching a bit to see for himself. It was already bruising, still red because it was so new, a fun shaped and not so small spot on his hip.
Connor could definitely see where Jacob had landed, and he gave a little wince in sympathy. Pain could be fun under the right circumstances, but not when he it was unexpected like that. Connor peered at it, then gently rubbed his fingers on the smooth skin around the blossoming bruise. “I think you’ll live,” he said, flashing Jacob another little grin. “But it’s gonna be all kinds of fun colors soon, probably really sore for a few days.” He straightened up and moved his body in closer to Jacob’s, nudging him until he was up against the wall. Connor braced his hands on either side of him. “So should I go easy on you, then?”
Jacob tilted his head back against the wall, loving the way Connor caged him in. "No," he drawled because a little pain didn't really matter during sex and always felt wholly different from the accidental kind. He pushed away from the wall again, just an inch, arching in against Connor until their lips were close even if he didn't take the chance to actually kiss him without permission. "You can do whatever you want," he reminded him softly. Every time he told him it became a little less scary in the risky sense but more so in some different, deeper way. It was the trust that was the most scary, more scary than any physical hurt Connor could inflict on him.
He wasn’t thinking of the deeper psychological meaning of it, Connor was too busy feeling lust bloom deep in his belly. Jacob was just so fucking enticing, looking like that and pushing against him and saying one of Connor’s favorite things to hear. He inhaled slowly through his nose, his dark gaze meeting Jacob’s lighter one and appreciating how bedroom-eyes his boy always looked. “Good boy,” he murmured. “That’s what I like to hear.” Connor slid one hand down the side of Jacob’s body and around to grab his ass again, on the injured side, with a bit more force. “Didn’t I tell you to get in bed? You think you can distract me with your cute little ass?”
Jacob jumped a little when pain flared up again but it all seemed to go straight to his cock and if anything he just wanted Connor to do it again. "I thought I could," he said even if he'd thought nothing of that sort but it was more fun to pretend. "You don't forget easily, do you," he faux-complained, letting his head thud back against the wall even as his body seemed to feel magnetically drawn to Connor's, leaving him arching toward him still.
Connor clucked his tongue and grinned wolfishly at Jacob. His own cock was starting to make his pants feel too tight, and he was ready to move this banter to a more comfortable room in the house. “Mind like a steel trap,” he teased back. Connor pushed himself away from Jacob -- only finding the willpower to do it in the fact that it would be torture for the boy as much as him -- and gave his ass a little smack. “Go on then, go sit on the edge for me.”
That smile was going to be the death of him, Jacob thought. Predatory and sexy as hell, that twinkle in Connor's eyes like a promise things would always be interesting. He jumped again at the swat and obediently hurried into the bedroom, dumping his clothes on the chair before sitting down at the edge of the bed, hands at his sides, his cock jutting up, already hard and ready for his dom. He made a point not to touch it, not desperate for it yet so the temptation was easy to resist.
He took his time walking the rest of the way in himself, wanting Jacob positioned and waiting for him. The boy was just a picture of sexiness when Connor laid eyes on him again, even though he was simply sitting there at the moment. That eager hard cock looked delicious, and Connor decided to really give him a treat in celebration of the advance in their relationship. He stopped near the hamper, undoing his pants and pushing them and his boxers down and off, his eyes never leaving Jacob for more than a second or two. “Touch yourself for me,” he instructed softly. “Real light, just tease. Get your nipples hard.”
Jacob let his gaze travel Connor's body as he did as instructed, slowly running his hands down his chest to start with his nipples, tweaking and pinching them before letting one hand trail down lower. His body was always so responsive, even to his own touches, his nipples were hard within seconds and he kept toying with one as his other hand found his cock, lightly brushing his fingertips along the length of it. He'd never really had strong feelings about his own body either way, he didn't hate it, he didn't love it - but being with Connor made him feel sexy, like his body was a work of art worthy of being treasured. It was a good feeling and it was all in the way Connor looked at him.
Connor was looking at him like he wanted to slowly devour him, and he loved that Jacob didn’t mind being watched. One of these days he was going to have the boy jerk off for him to completion, put on a real show, but so far he kept getting in his own way, unable to keep his hands to himself for that long. Just watching would be some pleasure-denial fun for him too. Connor peeled his socks off and dropped them in the hamper, then slowly approached the bed, his erection leading the way. He was glad that he done his usual bit of cleaning up -- hands and face -- before he’d left the hospital. He stared at the way Jacob’s fingers danced over his own skin, then lowered himself to his knees between the boy’s legs. It wasn’t a position he took up very often, but tonight felt special. Connor slowly started to kiss his way up one of Jacob’s thighs, his hands stroking the outsides of both legs on their way up to his hips.
It took some willpower on Jacob's part to keep touching himself as instructed when what he really wanted to do was touch Connor. Those little kisses made his stomach flutter pleasantly and a part of him wanted to get Connor between his legs and inside him as fast as possible so he could cling to him and be as close as he could be. That urge just made the slow feel even better and he forced himself to keep his touch on his cock light, to keep it teasing while his cock got harder. Eventually he gave into temptation and let the hand on his chest trail down, lightly running his fingers through Connor's hair. The texture difference between the dark and the silver was always fascinating to him where the silver was a little harder but most of Connor's hair was soft and thick between his fingers.
Connor hadn’t told him he could, but he still enjoyed the sensation of Jacob’s fingers in his hair. It was soothing and loving but it made his spine tingle at the same time. He also appreciated the initiative, hoping he wasn’t giving off a purely Strict Dom sort of vibe. That was fun sometimes, but he wasn’t feeling it this evening. Not yet anyway. He reached without looking to guide Jacob’s hand away from his cock as Connor’s lips reached his groin. He kissed and nuzzled in the space where thigh connected to body, giving it a little lick before he ran his tongue over Jacob’s balls. He lingered there for a moment, lightly sucking and licking, then dragged his lips and tongue up the length of the boy’s cock, eyes opening at the tip to briefly drink in his expression.
Jacob already felt a little dopey, staring down at him with heavy-lidded eyes, his lips parted as he watched. It felt like it should be him on his knees in front of Connor but he was not complaining, far from it. He felt a subtle urge to clench his fist in Connor's hair, not because he wanted to take any sort of control but because it was so soft in his grip and would be so easy to grab onto more tightly. He resisted the urge because that was so not his place, but kept stroking Connor's hair, letting his hair tickle his skin. He got rid of some of that tension by clenching his other fist on the sheets instead, lightly running his tongue against his bottom lip as that first thrum of pleasure made its way through his body.
Connor very much enjoyed tease and denial as a domination tactic, and it had been a long time since he’d allowed a sub to come in his mouth, but he found himself wanting to fill Jacob up completely with pleasure. To show his appreciation for the commitment Jacob was giving him, the trust he was putting in him. Connor was going to take better care of him than anybody ever had, and he wanted to kick it off like this, with making his boy squirm and moan. “Such a beautiful cock you’ve given me,” he murmured, keeping his lips against Jacob’s skin. Connor licked around the head a bit more before he took Jacob into his mouth for a light suck as he slowly bobbed his head.
It made Jacob smile, pleased that Connor liked it and pleasantly surprised that he was giving so much attention to it. Even the talking felt good, small vibrations against that sensitive part of him with Connor's warm breath tickling the head. He let out a content little sigh when Connor took him in his mouth and lightly scratched at the base of Connor's neck. "Feels good," he whispered, which felt like an understatement of the century.
It was a good reassurance, since that was the whole point. It felt good to him too; giving head didn’t have to be a submissive thing in the slightest. He was still in control, still granting the pleasure to Jacob rather than it being taken. Using one’s mouth was an intimate way of getting to know all the ins and outs of what was pleasurable anyway, so it just created more resources for Connor to use in the future. He hummed and kept slowly moving his head, pressing his tongue against the underside of Jacob’s cock for some added sensation. He wondered vaguely when the last time Jacob had gotten a full blowjob was, if he was better at it than whoever had been on the giving end. Not that it mattered, Jacob was his now, but Connor did have a competitive streak. He hummed around his boy’s cock and pulled off of him for a moment to lick the shaft up and down before he took him fully into his mouth again.
Jacob would have been kind of delighted to find out about Connor's competitive streak when it came to this. He was for sure winning, even if Jacob didn't remember exactly what techniques his former lovers had used, he knew this felt more intense and that was what counted. His muscles felt tight as he tried not to squirm, stilling that urge to start bucking his hips in pleasure. "Thank you," he breathed, remembering his role in this, and how lucky he was that Connor wanted to give him this sort of pleasure. He hadn't really been with dominant guys before but he'd always had a somewhat archaic idea of them where they took their own pleasure and didn't give a whole lot of it, not in this way anyway. Jacob had been okay with the idea, he took great pleasure in the things that gave his dominant pleasure but this was extra, this was a big, fat bonus he hadn't really counted on and he felt stupidly grateful and happy as Connor's mouth sent thrums of pleasure straight to his balls.
The obvious tension in Jacob’s body, the way his thighs kept flexing, the restraint he was showing, the soft expression of gratitude, all of it made it even better for Connor, more satisfying. Jacob knew this was a treat, Connor could already tell, and he was enjoying the indulgence. Knowing he could stop at any time and make his boy squirm and whine with need was part of what was keeping Connor’s dick rock hard between his legs. He could be a benevolent dom or a (playfully) cruel one, all the power was in his hands. That was the fantasy, anyway. Connor still hadn’t decided exactly which route he wanted to take yet. He stayed where he was for the moment, getting into the rhythm of sucking his boy’s cock while one of his hands strayed to his own. He squeezed and stroked himself a little, subconsciously doing the thing he so liked Jacob to do while giving him head. He felt like he didn’t need to remind the boy not to come without permission, or at least a warning.
Jacob was honestly happy whichever route Connor decided to take. He might not be eager to admit it but the sweet torture felt good too, just in its own way. This was heaven though. Connor had played with his cock before but this was the first time he spent this long just giving him a blowjob and the anticipation that he might stop just ramped up the pleasure of it, knowing it might not last. He watched Connor for as long as he could before it got to be Too Much and he needed to close his eyes, but Connor was right, he wasn't about to let himself go too far without asking for permission to come. The longer it went on, the better it felt and he almost forgot the obligation he had, lost in the moment as he was. He was moaning softly before long and it became harder to keep his body still but his submissive nature wouldn't let his obligation slip his mind completely and he braced himself against it, drawing in a sharp breath as if to orient himself. "Close," he murmured. "Can I come?"
If he hadn’t asked, there would’ve been some sort of punishment, and while he didn’t say ‘please’ like he was supposed to, Connor decided to be generous. It wasn’t every day someone submitted themselves to him completely, after all. Maybe it was silly, but he felt like truly swapping bodily fluids would seal the deal somehow, and this was a non-verbal promise that he was going to take care of Jacob in all things. Connor hummed an affirmative around Jacob’s cock, not letting up on the pace or the pressure. If anything, he sucked harder and bobbed faster, hungrily anticipating the taste of his boy. It was something he so rarely wanted to do, but here he was now, ready for it. Funny how that worked.
Generous or not, Jacob half expected him to stop just to play with him so the quick buildup of his climax was laced with nerves as he braced himself for the pain of not getting there. He was both relieved and surprised when he reached that point of no return, Connor's mouth hot and perfect around his cock, bringing him past that point with skilled expertise. Jacob was moaning louder by then, toes curling with pleasure as he lost that ability to keep still and started bucking up into Connor's mouth. He wasn't thrusting but he was shaking with the effort not to. "Oh god yes," he mewled, letting go of Connor's hair to clasp the sheets on his other side because even if he was losing his ability to form coherent sentences, he knew instinctually he'd tighten his grip too much and that was not his place. He knew this was significant and he felt stupidly grateful while also feeling nervous because Connor still hadn't gotten off and Jacob knew he was going to be very sensitive after this. It was almost like a sense of dread and it only made his orgasm stronger as he pushed himself up off the bed, jerking and twisting as he unloaded into Connor's mouth.
It sounded and felt like a powerful one, and Connor loved every second of it. One of his hands gripped Jacob’s thigh, drinking in the way the muscles jumped and vibrated like they were electrified. Connor slowed his head down as Jacob started to really come, his cock jerking and twitching against Connor’s tongue. He swallowed it down without thinking, humming low and soft and keeping Jacob in his mouth until the last of those sweet throbs was over. Then he pulled back enough to lick Jacob clean, enjoying the renewed shivers from the contact with incredibly sensitive flesh. It might not be something he wanted to do all the time, but it had damn sure turned him on in the moment. Connor finally released his boy and stood up in front of him, ignoring the groan of protest in his knees. There were more practical reasons he didn’t like to kneel, but it was worth it this time. Connor’s cock was rock hard and dripping, and he didn’t give Jacob much time to recover before he slipped his fingers into the back of the boy’s hair and pulled his head forward. “My turn,” he murmured, his voice gravelly and deep. “Open up.”
Jacob was still a little out of breath but he did love sucking Connor's cock and this was a lot easier than taking ongoing sensations to his cock or balls. He opened his mouth without protest, taking the thick member between his lips and darting his tongue over the tip, salty and wet. He finally let go of the sheets, bringing his hands up to clutch at Connor's hips, eagerly pulling him in closer. He wanted to make Connor feel just as good as Connor had made him feel and he was pretty confident in his ability to do just that. The way Connor grabbed onto him made him think he might not even have to really do anything more than take it which wasn't always easy but it meant he wasn't calling the shots.
Connor loved how Jacob’s hands moved from the bed to his legs, like he was magnetic. Pushing his cock into that eager hot mouth was delicious, and Connor drew a sharp breath in through his teeth as Jacob’s tongue slid against his neglected flesh. He tried not to thrust too deep right off the bat, but his body was feeling impatient and needy. Connor had been so generous and giving, and now he wanted his reciprocation. He held tight to Jacob’s hair, holding his head still as Connor’s hips gave a few slow rolls to get himself used to the sensation of being caught between those beautiful lips. “God you’re so good at that,” he breathed down at his boy. “It’s like you were made for sucking cock. My cock.”
Jacob couldn't reply to that but he made a soft, muffled sound that was pure agreement because he really did feel like he had been born to do just that. He loved pleasing Connor and he knew he would love it no matter how rough it got. It should have been scary, that hold Connor had on him, the things Jacob knew he could get away with if he wanted to. So far Connor was doing everything to earn and keep his trust and Jacob was willing to bend for him in near impossible ways for it. He clung to him as he took him in deep, breathing when Connor let him and letting him have complete control over his whole being.
It was good for both of them that they had such good intentions, because all Connor wanted to do was cherish and spoil Jacob, then fuck the hell out of him and then do it all over again. He let himself get lost in the building rhythm of it, pumping his cock in and out of Jacob’s mouth. The boy truly had a talent for it, keeping the right amount of suction and pressure even when Connor accidentally pulled out too far. He felt like he’d already had plenty of teasing himself, having to wait through sucking Jacob off, so he was in no mood to draw it out for longer than was necessary. He felt possessive and dominant and like he wanted to fill Jacob’s mouth with his cum, so Connor kept heading that way. Low grunts and groans started emanating from his throat, and he widened his stance a little, keeping Jacob’s thighs nudged apart with his legs. Connor’s other hand joined the first and he held onto the back of Jacob’s skull as he began to fuck his mouth deep and fast.
Jacob felt like he knew Connor's body as well as his own at this point and that ramped up pleasure was like a drug for him. Knowing Connor loved his mouth - his whole body - made him feel secure in his place and that urge to make everything good for him was satisfied. He didn't often let himself touch Connor freely but as Connor went faster he slipped one hand around to grab his ass, the other circling around to cup his balls in a firm grasp. It didn't feel like Connor was trying to hold back or prolong things so it felt only right to encourage him and make it even better with what little control he did have left.
Connor did love control and even liked to micromanage sexual encounters sometimes, but this wasn’t one of those times. Jacob’s hands felt good on him, and he appreciated that his boy wanted to make this as pleasurable as possible for him. It worked too, that warm grip on his balls only enhancing the pressure inside of them. He breathed a few more lines of husky nonsense about what a good boy Jacob was, his hips moving in sharp pumps, and then he was peaking. Connor drove himself in deep as his body throbbed and released, groaning helplessly and shuddering. He didn’t let Jacob pull back, fingers pressed firmly into his head, and didn’t mind at all when the boy choked a little. After a few blissful moments, everything relaxed and Connor let him breathe again, his own lungs working hard as he half-stepped back. He bent down quickly, hands moving to cup Jacob’s face, and kissed him deep, loving how their tastes mingled together on their tongues.
Jacob gasped in air while he could, relieved he hadn't ended up in a coughing fit because it had been close but he'd managed to swallow even as he choked and tears filled his eyes. For some that might have been a deal breaker but despite the discomfort of it, Jacob loved it. He had moved his hands back to Connor's hips, clinging as Connor came and now he let them smooth up Connor's body as he kissed him back almost desperately. He knew that if Connor hadn't let him come first, he'd be painfully hard now, a testament to just how much he liked being treated that way but he was slowly going soft, his body sated from before. He ended up with one hand on Connor's wrist, loosely wrapped around it as a sign of affection as he eagerly pushed up into the kiss.
Even without an erection, it was easy to tell that Jacob enjoyed his side of everything, so Connor wasn’t concerned about the gagging and eye watering. Jacob knew he could always tap out if he needed to and everything would stop immediately. If he liked choking on Connor’s cock, well ... that was part of why they were doing so well together, wasn’t it? Once he felt like he’d been thoroughly kissed, Connor pulled back, hovering close for a moment as he licked his lips and smiled faintly. “You’re incredible,” he murmured to his boy. Connor felt full of warmth and adoration, and he hoped Jacob felt that way too. He ran his hand through Jacob’s hair, kissed his forehead, then moved to flop onto the bed next to him with a contented groan.
Jacob loved every second of it and even if he didn't, that praise and love Connor gave him afterward would be enough. "So are you," he murmured, unable to keep that grin from curling his lips as he let that euphoric warmth spread through him. He licked his lips and got up only to crawl up on the bed next to Connor, leaving him on his feet for barely a second. "Can I get you anything?" he whispered as he snuck little kisses on Connor's shoulder, lightly brushing his fingers over his arm. He'd had time to recover from his orgasm and he knew Connor was still probably feeling sluggish so it wasn't just his role as a sub that urged him to ask.
Connor was thirsty and now that his balls were empty, his appetite was rapidly coming back. But there were drinks and food in the living room, and he wasn’t ready for either of them to rush off yet. Humming a negative answer, he rolled onto his side to face Jacob and wrapped arms around him, pulling him closer to snuggle in. Connor hooked a leg over him and kissed his face in a few spots. “Just you,” he murmured, and smirked a tiny bit at how cliche that probably was. He didn’t think Jacob would mind. “We’ll go eat in a few minutes.” He just wanted to relax and hold onto his boy for a bit while they both cooled down -- something he was going to get to do more often. The thought made him happy.
"Ooh we have food," Jacob murmured contently. "I forgot about that." He was most definitely in a better mood now and then they'd get food and he'd feel even better. He was content to lie there for a few minutes longer, letting Connor hold him, so he slipped his arm around Connor's middle and snuggled in close. Go figure he'd forget to eat when he was with Connor, like he was all Jacob needed and going without other things was just fine. Probably not for long, he wasn't crazy, but longer than he otherwise would, that was for sure. "Thanks for always making me feel better," he said quietly as he settled in and relaxed again, sneaking a little kiss on Connor's chin.
Connor was softly amused that Jacob had forgotten about their dinner. He’d been the hungrier one, he supposed, after working a shift at the hospital. The Thai would heat up nicely, and they could snuggle up under a blanket and find something light and stupid to watch on TV while they filled their bellies. The thanks was touching, and Connor nuzzled him a bit. “I could say the same thing, so ... thank you too. And you’re welcome,” he added with a faint chuckle. He gave Jacob a gentle squeeze. “I love having you here already,” he murmured. “I always wanna make you feel better, if I can.”
"You can," Jacob said warmly. "And I know you will." He never in a million years thought he'd be okay living in Seaview of all places, but it was somehow okay because Connor lived there. He'd never thought he'd be so quick to submit to someone so completely either, but again, it was Connor so it was okay. Everything about the man just made him feel reassured - unless Connor was playing with filling him with the delicious kind of anticipation that verged on being dread. That was different since it was always sexual and outside of those sexual situations, Connor simply made him feel safe. "So now that I don't have work tomorrow, do you have any requests?" he asked with a little grin. Maybe it was shitty to quit like that with no notice, but Jeff had made it plenty clear that Jacob wouldn't get a notice either when he was on the verge of firing Jacob not once but twice during his angry rants so Jacob didn't feel terribly bad about it.
Normally Connor would’ve disapproved of just walking out of a job and not going back, but considering what Jacob had told him, he didn’t think it was too egregious. Besides, it was just a little bullshit job for teenagers, more or less. Connor was more than happy to step into the role of taking care of everything for his boy. He laughed a little. “Begging for chores already?” he murmured, grinning at Jacob. Connor kissed the bridge of his nose. “Or do you mean requests as in ‘be naked and horny and on your knees by the time I get home’?” It was likely that Jacob meant either one, but nothing immediately sprang to mind to tell him, so Connor could tease and stall for a moment.
"Both," Jacob said with a little laugh and while he had meant chores he now liked the idea of that other thing too. Just as long as nobody came over unexpectedly, like Connor's parents or coworkers. That would be more than a little awkward. "Do you want me to just figure out things to do or do you want to have a schedule?" he asked a little more seriously. "Bathroom on Wednesdays, living room on Thursdays and so on?" He'd make his own schedule if Connor didn't care, otherwise he knew he'd just end up procrastinating and not thinking of chores until Connor was already on the way home. Disappointing Connor was not something he wanted to do so keeping himself in check was going to be necessary.
Nobody ever visited Connor -- his parents hardly left the house to grocery shop -- so he knew it was safe to leave Jacob naked and waiting. The questions made him smile all over again, giving him some strangely warm feeling in his stomach. Talking about a chore schedule shouldn’t make him feel all fuzzy and loved, but it did. “If that’s easier to handle, we can come up with a schedule, yeah,” he said, gazing lovingly at his boy. Even with two of them living there, it wouldn’t take a lot of work to maintain the house, but he loved the thought of Jacob doing little things during the day to make sure Connor was happy when he got home. “I don’t have any preferences, however you want to lay it out. We can even make a chore chart on a whiteboard or something,” he added, only half-serious.
"If you don't make one, I will," Jacob admitted and he might not be aware of just how happy Connor was with his questions but he could feel that they were well received and that in turn made him feel better about asking. "Without a job things can get a little- you know. Days blend together? So a time table is good." He was already looking forward to getting more drawing done but that was also something he needed to be careful about - not letting time slip away while watching TV or browsing the internet. He needed to hold himself accountable and that's where a schedule came in handy. "And if you want me to do something specific - sexual or not - you just let me know." He grinned again and snuck another kiss on Connor's chin before hugging him more tightly.
Connor envisioned a poster on the wall with a calendar grid laid out and shiny stickers to indicate finished chores and he tittered. Jacob wasn’t a child, but it was kind of cute to think about. There would definitely be rewards involved, much more intimate ones than candy and toys. But whatever made Jacob happy there and kept him motivated, Connor wanted to encourage. “Oh you know I will,” he murmured with a deep chuckle, pressing a few more kisses to Jacob’s face and squeezing him back. He wasn’t going to leave his boy struggling through a bunch of guess-work. All flavors of communication were required to make this work. After another moment or two of snuggling, Connor patted Jacob’s ass. “All right. My stomach’s about to eat me alive, so ... let’s go eat.”
Jacob was hungry so he was happy to oblige and while there was a no clothes in the bedroom rule in place, there was no such rule for the living room so he put on his boxers before heading out to the living room. More clothes didn't feel necessary, the heating was good in Connor's little house. He went ahead and got them cold drinks from the fridge, then settled down on the couch with Connor again. This time they weren't gonna get distracted by big life decisions or sex before they ate. "You wanna tell me about your day?" he asked as he grabbed one of the containers to open it up. He still wanted to surprise Connor at work one day, give him some happy memories at his desk, but he wasn't sure if it would be okay. Connor's work was busy and Jacob didn't want to get him into trouble. Still, it was a nice fantasy and maybe he'd learn enough about his job that he could actually do it for real one day.
Connor put on boxers too just for comfort’s sake and settled on the couch. He murmured a thanks as Jacob brought him a drink, and set about opening up his own food containers. They had cooled off a little, but Connor didn’t mind. His stomach was more than ready to dig in. “Not much to tell, really,” he said with a chuckle. “Which I consider a good thing, especially now. I wasn’t in the ER, so it was just your run of the mill sprains and flu, check ups and prescriptions.” He knew it sounded boring, but most of his work was -- boring and methodical. That was how Connor liked it. He was still helping people, and that was the part that gave him the most satisfaction. He picked up the remote control to turn the TV on. “Want to find something to watch?”
"Sure," Jacob replied before he started eating, wondering how this would feel going forward. Maybe they hated each others' favorite shows, maybe Connor had some little rituals he did when he was alone that he wasn't aware of and Jacob would start getting in his way. It was always different with people around and he hoped Connor preferred having him around to being alone. "Do you do a lot of night shifts?" he asked between bites. He'd never really thought about sleeping here alone but now that thought started slipping in and he wondered if maybe he'd be crashing at Jocelyn's every now and then, just to avoid it. The thought wasn't all that appealing, by himself in Connor's big bed, so close to the tunnel? Without Connor there to anchor him, it just sounded miserable.
He took a sip of his drink and started flipping channels, not really sure what he wanted to stare at while they ate. Connor had wondered if their tastes would clash as well, but all of that was just part of living with someone, and he felt old and laid back enough to have faith that petty shit wouldn’t get in their way. Just because Jacob was his sub didn’t mean he wouldn’t have opinions, and they could compromise on anything. That was what it was all about. “Not many, no,” he answered, glancing over at the boy. “I might have to occasionally though.” Given everything that had happened, he wasn’t super comfortable with that either, and he was still aware of his house’s proximity to the Cooperdale Tunnel. Connor wondered if he should find another place, despite Jacob’s assurance that he would be fine there. “You’d be welcome to stay with friends those nights,” he added after a moment’s thought.
Occasionally was better than all the time and Jacob had known better than to hope for a 'never'. He nodded as Connor said what he'd been thinking too. "I think I might," he admitted. "I don't really like sleeping alone." It was different when he stayed at Holly's, that house was far away from the tunnel but even then he'd often taken pills to help him sleep. Pills that had likely caused his weird sleepwalking incident so that wasn't something he wanted to do again. "We'll figure it out as we go," he said with a smile since he didn't really want to worry about that now. He was in a good mood, he had good food to eat and a sexy man to snuggle up to. He didn't even really care what they watched right now, happy as he was to be there. He was glad Connor suggested it though, that he didn't have to be the one to bring it up, like he was asking for permission. It was still something he was learning how to navigate - just how much power he was giving Connor over his life.
That phrase covered pretty much everything. They would figure it all out as they went, and Connor was content with that. It was unrealistic to think they would have all the answers to everything going in, since this was a fairly new situation to both of them. Figuring it out together was part of the appeal to him. It was teamwork. “Damn straight,” he murmured and flashed Jacob a smile and a little wink. Connor refocused on his food, ready to fill his belly and get comfortable with his boy and just enjoy the rest of the night.