Who: Connor & Jacob Where: Seaview, then their new place When: February 12th, late afternoon Status: complete Warning: NSFW
Two down, four to go. Jacob had been scribbling that a lot, drawing it even, incorporating it into random designs, trying to see a pattern in the numbers. It wasn't really obsessive, or it was only really obsessive in the way artists tended to hyperfocus on an idea. He wasn't sure if it was helping him or hurting him but it felt better than crying all the time so that was a step up. Two weeks since Sage went missing and he'd known something was wrong with his friend but been completely incapable of doing a damn thing about it. Two down, four to go. At least he sort of knew what happened to Sage, he was... possessed by something, taken away by some sort of magic along with a whole lot of other people in order to protect the town. It felt wrong to Jacob, even if he knew from experience it was true. He'd been so exhausted those last few days just from spending a few hours with Sage but it still felt unfair.
Two down, four to go. Who was going to be next? Definitely him or Jocelyn since they were the only ones out of the remaining four Cooperdale five that were actually in town. He wasn't sure why Connor was still there for him but he was; working hard but somehow always still there when Jacob needed him, a calm and soothing presence when he cried, calming down his urges to run out into the woods and scream until his voice died. Jacob was so grateful for him and at the same time he always felt like it was about to end whenever Connor wasn't there to physically reassure him. It was kind of pathetic so he tried not to talk about it too much, tried not to be more of a pain in the ass than he already was.
He was doodling a picture of Jocelyn hugging the number two when he heard Connor's car pull up outside and so he put away his papers to go greet him at the door. The intense grief and anger he'd felt when Jocelyn told him what happened had gradually faded into muted paranoia and sadness and that was easier to contain at least. It didn't escape his notice that Connor looked a little happier than he had in a while and Jacob smiled at him after he opened the door, quirking a questioning eyebrow at him. "Hi," he murmured, stepping back to let him in before slipping his arms around his waist. "Good day?"
It hadn’t been an easy few weeks. There had been the devastating “mysterious illness” that had befallen so many of Point Pleasant’s residents, causing a widespread fatigue like he’d never seen before. It had been hard for Connor to lose some of those patients, especially when he was feeling some of the tiring effects himself. Connor knew now what had happened ... well, he’d been told an explanation, anyway. He was still working on believing all of it. What he’d seen when the fog had descended on the town had fundamentally changed him, opened his mind up to crazy possibilities he’d dismissed for years as silliness and overactive imaginations ... but it was hard to make that mental turn on a dime, and Connor found himself internally skeptical of some recent events. Hellish parallel universes were just difficult to wrap his head around.
He wasn’t telling Jacob about his doubts, of course, the boy had just lost one of his best friends, however it had happened. Sage was gone, and Connor was just trying to support Jacob through the grief as best he could. Thankfully, work had slowed down into an exceedingly normal routine again, which Connor was intensely grateful for. It allowed him time to actually get some things done that needed doing.
That day, he’d actually gotten off of his shift a couple of hours early, and gone to meet a realtor at a house in town. Connor had liked the pictures, but walking into the place sealed the deal. It was a modest three bedroom house, not in Overlook or Black Cove, but decent and well kept. Best of all, it was far away from Seaview and the tunnel. Connor had felt comfortable there almost immediately, and he’d spent the rest of the time making phone calls and signing papers. He’d debated renting versus buying for so long, but it had hit him that once he was ready to leave this town, it might be a good last home for his parents to live in, if their place couldn’t be salvaged. Until then, it would do for Jacob and himself.
Connor was indeed smiling broadly when he arrived back at the place in Seaview, and seeing Jacob only made it brighter. “Hi,” he replied as he wrapped his arms around his boy. Connor kissed him soundly before humming an affirmative. It had definitely been a good day. He let Jacob go and patted his ass. “Get some shoes on, I’ve got a surprise for you.”
Jacob wouldn't have liked any surprises but this was obviously a good one and he could definitely use something positive in his life. He stared at Connor with a curious and slightly amused expression for a few seconds, even narrowing his eyes as if he could read his expression and figure out what was going on. "Hm," he then murmured but he hadn't figured out shit so it was all for show and he pulled away, still looking at Connor as he went to pick up his boots. It wasn't yet Valentine's Day so it wasn't a fancy dinner or anything though Jacob wouldn't put it past Connor to do that sort of thing early if he had to work on the day itself. Once he'd pulled away he hurried to get dressed, boots and coat since there was still a nip in the air. "Do I have to wear a blindfold?" he asked as he pulled a scarf on, playfully putting it over his head for a brief moment before letting it drop to his shoulders.
Connor tried to keep his expression neutral under the intense scrutiny, but he couldn’t stop his grin as Jacob stared at him. He wasn’t going to give anything away though. He knew Jacob wasn’t a fan of surprises, but he was pretty sure he would enjoy this one. It wasn’t coming completely out of the blue, they’d already talked about moving away from Seaview, but Connor hadn’t divulged that he’d been looking at places yet, much less that he’d found one he wanted. He laughed lightly at the question and reached out to tug a bit on Jacob’s scarf. “Not necessary,” he assured him. “You’ll see when we get there.” Since he hadn’t shed any warm clothes, he turned to open the door and gestured for Jacob to step out before him. A moment or two later they were settled in the car and Connor pulled away from the mobile home. “How about you, how was your day?” he asked, glancing over at his boy.
Jacob didn't love the question but at least today he could say he was better. "I got some work done, finished up some commissions," he said with a little shrug and reached over to idly scratch the back of Connor's head just for that physical contact that seemed to keep him grounded.. The last two weeks he'd obsessively thought about Sage and where he might be - if he was alive, if he was scared. Jocelyn hadn't known much about the place he'd gone to, she got her information from someone who got their information from someone else and it was disjointed and weird by the time it reached Jacob. Every time he thought about Sage his chest felt hollow and pained and it was the not knowing where he was that was going to be his burden, just like with Grayson. The only thing he could do these days was dissociate and think about something else and Connor had been very helpful there. At least today he had worked instead of sleeping all day so that was a welcome change. Sage and the others had clearly had to go because Jacob wasn't the only one affected by the exhaustion.
He was watching where they were going curiously, trying to think of where it might lead. He knew this town damn well and every turn changed his theories until he was completely at a loss. What if they were visiting someone he knew? No, that would be too weird because Connor sure as hell didn't know any of his friends except Joss and Sage. For a bizarre and terrifying moment the idea that his mom was in town and had somehow contacted Connor popped in his head but that made absolutely no sense so it almost made him laugh when that rush of panic was over. "Okay you've got me," he said, staring at the houses they passed. "Where are we going?"
Connor was definitely sympathetic to Jacob’s depression as of late -- losing someone was never easy. Losing someone to the kind of craziness that Sage had disappeared into was even harder. It was all made even more complicated by the loss of their friend from high school as well. Connor didn’t feel like he truly understood all of it, but he tried to be comforting and stable and there for Jacob. It was good to hear that he’d been working today instead of doing nothing. Sometimes keeping your mind occupied was all you could do. Connor hoped this move would also help with that. The further away from Seaview Jacob was, the better. The eventual question made Connor grin all over again. “We’re going to a surprise,” he said, his tone cheeky and amused. Seeing was better than telling!
Before too long, Connor turned the car down the short street that led to the house. It was a cul-de-sac and they were on the right side of the curve. It seemed just like a nice, quiet neighborhood of middle-class homes, and Connor still had that good feeling about it. “Here we are,” he murmured as he pulled into the driveway. The For Sale sign in the front yard had a big bold SOLD sticker slapped on it. Just in case that wasn’t enough of a reveal, Connor turned to Jacob once he’d parked and grinned. “Welcome home.”
Jacob was about to tell him he'd been to a sleepover when he was a kid at the corner of that street but that small history-of-Jacob lesson was lost when Connor spoke. They'd talked about moving, of course, Jacob hadn't taken it all that seriously because it was a lot but there was a house and Connor had apparently... bought it? When he thought about moving he always imagined something very temporary, rental apartment in Haven Park or something but no. "Are you serious?" he said and if his voice was a little flat it was just out of surprise, his eyes wide as he stared at the house, then the sign, then the house again. It was a nice street, it was a very nice house and he was gobsmacked. "Are you serious?" he asked again, this time with more feeling as he looked at Connor, his eyes even wider and his eyebrows attempting to crawl up to his hairline.
Connor was loving his reaction, the shock turning into understanding was fun to watch. If he thought Jacob could safely live in this damn town for the rest of his life, Connor would’ve loved to just gift him the house, but he had other plans in mind for them down the road. It would do for now, though. “Serious as a heart attack,” he said, still grinning broadly. “And I’m a doctor, so I know how serious those are.” He cut the engine and moved to open his door. “Wanna go in? I don’t officially have the keys yet, still some paperwork to process, but the realtor gave me the code for the little door thingie.” There was a key inside the small box that hung from the front doorknob, and Connor couldn’t wait to show Jacob around the place. It was more than enough room for them, and Connor had already staked out one of the three bedrooms to be a combo room -- an office for him and a studio for Jacob.
"Yeah," Jacob said and it sounded more like 'duh' because of course he wanted to go inside. His heart had started beating harder, the mere thought that Connor would buy a house because he wasn't comfortable where they were was insane in the best way. He got out as well, looking up and down the street while Connor walked around the car. It was so much nicer than Seaview and he knew just how far away from the tunnel they currently were. Even if he was looking right at the house now and wouldn't ever believe Connor would play a prank on him, it was still hard to believe they were moving here. Of course for him it wasn't much of a hardship since he really hadn't brought much with him to Point Pleasant when he first arrived, but still. Moving. Here. It blew his mind. "I can't believe you bought a house," he said under his breath as he slipped his arm around Connor's to walk up to it. "A house. On Winthrop Drive. I lived like three streets away from here when I was a kid, this is even closer to the high school than I was." It made him feel a little guilty for the times he'd honestly believed Connor would ditch him for all the hassle lately, like he'd somehow taken it out on Connor that he was insecure. Connor was better than that, it was just hard to believe Jacob deserved it.
Connor had purposefully searched on the other side of town, since Jacob was his main motivation for moving. He didn’t have a ton of furniture in the mobile home, just some essentials he’d gotten cheaply for his time in Point Pleasant, so the move itself didn’t seem like that big of a deal. The two of them could probably get it done with a rented truck, no problem. It was well worth it for his boy’s peace of mind. “Well believe it, it’s happening,” Connor said with a pleased chuckle. He hugged Jacob’s arm to his side and escorted him up the path to the front porch and up the steps. “We can move in in a week or so. And maybe after we’re ready to leave this place, it can be a home for my parents. But it’s ours for now.” He pushed in the code on the lockbox and opened it, then unlocked the front door and stepped back so Jacob could go in first. “Three bedroom, two and a half bath,” he said as he came in behind him, looking around the big open space of the living room. “There’s a garage, dishwasher, all that.”
Jacob didn't need to look at the rest of the house to know just how happy he was and once they were inside he turned around to wrap his arms around Connor, burying his face against his jacket. "Thank you," he murmured, a bit overwhelmed but in a good way. He squeezed him, grinning against the coarse fabric before glancing up at Connor's face. "Wait, three bedroom? Is there something you need to tell me?" It seemed way too much for just the two of them but then Jacob wasn't really used to luxury in his life. Two and a half bathroom for two people? That was just crazy - again, in a good way. "Is someone moving in with us?" The questions were playful but indicative of just how impressed he was with the purchase.
Connor chuckled low and returned Jacob’s embrace, kissing his head before he tilted it up again. The questions made him laugh again, more delighted with Jacob’s reactions than he was with the house itself. It was in good shape, but the home he’d lived in before coming back to Point Pleasant had been nicer. More expensive too, of course, and more space than he needed. This place would definitely feel more full with Jacob there, in all ways. He popped a quick kiss to Jacob’s lips and then let him go to take his hand and start leading him toward the staircase. “Well I was thinking, one can be a guest bedroom,” he said as they climbed the steps. “And as for the other one ...” Connor trailed off, leading Jacob down the short hall to the third bedroom. It had a big window that faced the front of the house, in a direction to get good afternoon light. It was currently pouring in through the opened blinds, painting everything gold. “I thought this might be a good room for your studio. Maybe a little office for me, too.” He smiled warmly at Jacob.
It was perfect, the kind of perfect Jacob only really saw in movies and for a moment it was almost too much. He already knew he was going to like it here, he just wasn't sure if he'd ever feel like he could repay Connor in any meaningful way. He turned to hug him again, at a loss for words and a little emotional. Tears were never far away these days but it felt kind of nice to tear up for something positive for a change. "I love it," he said, his voice a little choked. The house had a nice vibe which was a relief since moving anywhere these days made him wonder if the damn place would be haunted, but he felt nothing but ease here - at least today. Connor's presence might have a lot to say about it but Jacob didn't think that was the only reason.
Connor hugged him tight and didn’t cut it short this time, content to let them stand there as long as Jacob wanted, now that he’d hit the highlights. There was still the master bedroom to look at, with its walk in closet and attached bathroom with a garden tub, but they would get there. Maybe Connor had splurged a little, but it wasn’t like he’d had a ton of choice in a small town like this. There were plenty of homes for sale in Point Pleasant, it had always had a high turnover rate for residents, but not much fit the criteria he was looking for. This place felt perfect though. “I’m so glad,” he murmured, giving Jacob a little squeeze. “I want to give you a real home here.” Jacob had been living with him for a while now, but it was hard to really feel at home in a place you didn’t feel safe. Connor hoped this would be better.
It'd be interesting to see if Jacob was okay with sleeping alone in this house and at least in this moment he felt like he would be. It was far from the tunnels, it was in a really nice neighborhood and he was pretty sure he still knew his old classmate's parents down on the corner. It almost felt like home already even if they didn't have furniture or anything yet. Connor's words made him feel warm and stupidly happy and it was such a contrast to his misery lately that it almost gave him whiplash. He loosened his hold just enough to look at Connor and sneak a kiss on his chin. "You spoil me," he murmured though there was no complaint in his tone or expression, just gratitude and relief. He just hoped it was worth it and it was somewhat of a relief to know Connor's parents might end up living here so it wasn't all just for him. "Show me our room?" he asked, aware they hadn't looked at the whole place yet and that by itself said a lot about it.
It had crossed Connor’s mind that something might be wrong with the place, that it might be haunted or have something hellish living under it or something crazy like that. They would deal with that if it cropped up, but connor got a good vibe from the place. It seemed like Jacob did too. They would bring plenty of their own good vibes in with them, and hopefully it would just be a normal place to live. As normal as anywhere in this town could be. “You deserve it,” he told Jacob with a smile. Connor pulled back, but held onto Jacob’s hand as he led the way to the master bedroom down the hall. It was fairly spacious, Connor noted again as they walked inside, the walls painted a rich dark blue color by the previous owner. “Got our own bathroom over there,” he murmured, nodding toward the door.
It was hard not to think about all the sex they could have in this room and Jacob's smile turned a little sly, despite his eyes still being a bit shiny with unshed tears. "No exposed beams," he pointed out because he felt like he needed to jokingly find at least one fault with the place before he lost his mind with the wonder of it all. He even tsk'ed softly but the grin on his face said all that needed to be said about how much he did not mind. "I don't know what to do with myself right now," he admitted then. "I might explode, just a warning." He wanted to move now, hell he could take care of it all while Connor was working if it came to that, but he tried to contain that excitement, however poorly.
Connor chuckled over that observation, glancing up at the ceiling. “Nothing’s perfect, I suppose,” he said. Smirking softly, he moved in close behind Jacob and pulled the boy in against him, arms wrapped around his chest. “I don’t mind it when you explode,” he murmured suggestively. “Just careful not to get it on the carpet.” He knew Jacob meant a less sensual type of explosion, but being in their new bedroom had put sex into Connor’s brain too. He kissed the side of Jacob’s jaw and then his ear. “Wait’ll you see the bathtub,” he whispered, giving the boy a nuzzle.
It was a pity there wasn't a bed in there already because now Jacob was very firmly in the sex mindset. "Oh?" he said softly, curiosity piqued again and he leaned back against Connor, arching his neck to look at him. "Show me the bathtub," he said with a little smile and it had to be special if Connor thought it was a big deal after showing Jacob their bedroom and his future work studio - something Jacob was still reeling about. No more occupying the kitchen table to work? It was a dream come true. "Is it made of gold?" he asked cheekily and he at the very least expected it to be big enough for two with this introduction.
“Even better, it’s platinum,” Connor joked, rolling his eyes affectionately. He turned Jacob toward the bathroom door and walked him forward, careful that they didn’t trip over each other on the way. He reached to flip on the light once they were in there. The tub didn’t sparkle, but it was big enough for two, and separate from the shower. It was the kind you soaked in ... or did other, more vigorous things in. “So I’ll expect a hot bath ready for me whenever I come home from work,” he murmured with a lopsided grin. “A bath and a cocktail and my naked boy.” He pressed a few more kisses against the side of Jacob’s neck.
"You got it," Jacob replied happily. "Bubblebath, a bubbly and me." He hugged Connor's arms to his chest and relaxed again, closing his eyes momentarily as he enjoyed the feel of Connor's lips against his neck. "I can't believe you bought a house," he whispered, his smile brightening again since it hadn't really faded as they walked in there. Winthrop Drive was a lot closer to everything, the ocean and the pier, he could easily walk to Jocelyn's if the weather wasn't crazy. None of that even really mattered, the most important thing here was that Connor knew he was miserable in Seaview so he'd gone out of his way to fix it. It filled him up with even more butterflies than getting his collar had, he'd never felt this loved before.
He made a softly amused sound and gave Jacob’s skin a gentle bite. He wasn’t a very bubbly person by nature, so Connor didn’t bother making that joke. The mental image was far more arousing than funny anyway. He of course wouldn’t expect that sort of pampering every night, but he wouldn’t complain about once in a while coming home to all three of those things. “Right? It’s a big step, but it’s the right step,” he murmured into Jacob’s ear, stroking his thumbs against his chest. “I love you and I’ll do everything I can to make you happy.” Connor had fretted for a moment or two as he was signing papers that this was Too Big of a gesture, but it didn’t feel like it. He had plans for the place if he and Jacob didn’t work out, or even if they worked out well enough to move away together, so he didn’t think it was too foolhardy. Connor knew by now that ‘moving too fast’ wasn’t going to scare Jacob off.
Jacob had told him he loved him once already and it had felt too big and something he shied away from talking about. It had been in a moment of panicked relief that Connor was alive and there for him and even if the words had often been on the tip of his tongue, he hadn't said them since. Hearing them from Connor was heavy but it also felt right and made his stomach do all sorts of fluttery things. He pressed his lips together and inhaled deeply before he shifted around in Connor's arms to turn around and wrap his arms around him. "I love you too," he whispered and rather than wait for Connor's reaction or risk it getting weird somehow he leaned in to kiss him. It didn't feel like he needed permission right now, the core of their relationship was very much based on submission but he loved Connor and after such a grand gesture, kissing him felt right.
Upon first blurt of the phrase, Connor had had some reservations about saying those words to each other, sure. But he’d had feelings for Jacob already at the time, and they’d only gotten stronger. This moment wasn’t some breathless romantic confession, but the words felt right and natural. He loved Jacob and wanted to be with him, take care of him, nurture him and their relationship. Maybe it didn’t look like what most people thought of as being in love, maybe some would even judge them harshly for the dynamic or the age gap, but he and Jacob knew what it was, and as long as they both felt fulfilled, everybody else could fuck off. Connor didn’t feel weird at all as he returned the kiss, one arm hugging Jacob’s body tight to his, the other hand coming up to cup the side of his neck and jaw. His heart was thudding harder and sweeter, and he wished they could just spend the night in their new home.
There was nowhere else where Jacob felt this safe and if he could spend every waking hour being held by Connor he would. He kind of wished he could just snap his fingers and all their things would already be there but of course the only supernatural shit in his life was all negative bullshit so that wasn't going to happen. "Is it ours already?" he asked when they broke the kiss and was it weird that it was easier to talk about this place as theirs as opposed to Connor's when he had never fully been able to do so with Seaview? Maybe it was different because they were both moving in at the same time but he already thought this place was going to feel like home. "We could just move in tomorrow if we wanted?" Connor had said a week but that was probably just thinking about the logistics of packing and moving things around if he already owned the place.
Connor’s face scrunched briefly with regret. “Not technically, not yet,” he said. “Some paperwork has to clear first. Maybe four or five days, she said. But then it’s all ours. We’ll get it done as fast as we can, I promise.” He liked that Jacob was referring to it as theirs too. That was what he wanted. He might be in charge of their lives to a certain extent, and completely dominate Jacob in the bedroom, but Connor wanted him to feel like an equal part in their relationship. This just worked for them. He grinned a bit, a wicked little gleam in his eye, and slid one hand to grope Jacob’s ass through his clothes. “We could christen it, though,” he murmured. Connor pressed another kiss to Jacob’s lips, then smirked at him again, his voice going a bit husky. “No supplies, so I can’t fuck you ... What do you think, you want to swallow my first load in our new house?”
Jacob's cock was awake and alert even before the words left Connor's mouth and he bit his lip and looked around. "May I?" he murmured, slipping his hands lower until his hands were resting on Connor's hips, slowly moving to the front of his pants. He wouldn't do anything without permission and he was pretty sure that when they were all moved in he wouldn't ever be dressed in their bedroom again but it was a little different now because they were technically guests in this house. It gave him a similar feeling as fucking around at the Overlook party had, even if the odds of someone coming in there weren't high. Connor had the only key, he thought, but it was still exciting. He couldn't help but think he should start carrying lube around just in case but it was probably smart not to get too hot and heavy when they weren't at home.
He wasn’t worried about them being interrupted by anyone, but there was something naughty and fun about fooling around in an empty house he didn’t quite own yet. It was probably some sort of illegal. But they were upstairs in a bathroom with only a small frosted window, so he felt pretty damn safe from being spotted. Connor gave a low hum as he felt Jacob’s hands at his waist, and he let go of him so he could shrug out of his coat and let it fall to the floor. He didn’t plan to get too undressed, but he was quickly getting hot under all the wool. “You may,” he murmured back, his hands moving to guide Jacob’s coat off his shoulders as well. “Get this off first.” Once Jacob was working on getting his fly undone, Connor kissed him again, deep and hungry this time. His cock was straining against the fabric by now, always eager for Jacob’s hands and mouth regardless of the circumstances.
Being kissed like that never failed to get Jacob hot and bothered and he leaned into the kiss needily as he worked on the fly and button on Connor's pants. It would never stop being amazing to him how quickly Connor could turn his mood, drag him out of despair and send him spiralling into happiness and arousal. It might only last so long but it was a good reprieve and one that much needed. His fingers eventually got clothing out of the way enough to get Connor's cock out, hot and hardening in his hand. "Can I touch myself?" he whispered against Connor's lips as he pulled back, lightly stroking his cock, mindful that his hands weren't slick. "Or should I wait?" He brushed their lips together as he spoke and already the air felt thicker, his heart beating harder in his chest.
Connor knew that none of this could cure Jacob’s depression. Grief just took time, and he’d had a lot of it in his young life. Connor just wanted to make the rest of his life as easy as it could be, so he always had a soft place to land when the outer world got hard. That was what you were supposed to do for people you loved, and Connor’s neglected upbringing had impressed upon him how important a safe space was to healing. He wanted to be Jacob’s safe space. Home. It was so strangely beautiful to have such tender feelings for someone while also wanting to fuck his mouth until he gagged. Connor loved it. The soft question sent a wave of tingles down Connor’s body and straight into his cock and he gave a quiet grunt. “Cock out,” he murmured. “But don’t play with it yet.” Since Jacob’s hands were occupied, Connor reached to undo his jeans himself, one hand dipping down to rub against the bulge there before he got him free. He gave an appreciative hum and returned the slow strokes for a moment.
Jacob had suspected Connor would want him to wait and he was more than okay with that, it just made the touch all the better and maybe Connor would get him off. Or maybe he'd make him wait until they left here and that would suck - but be awesome at the same time. It was weird having a masochistic streak sometimes. Connor then reminded him just what he'd be missing and waiting became a little less awesome of an idea. Jacob hummed contently against his lips anyway, almost wishing they could just get each other off just like this. He wanted Connor's cock in his mouth so it was a brief and not all that genuine wish but he still decided not to go down until Connor told him to - or pushed him to - enjoying the teasing touches on his cock for now.
He could be impulsive when he was fucking his boy, but Connor often knew what direction he wanted to go, and he didn’t want to leave Jacob hanging. This was a christening of their new home, it should be mutually pleasurable. He was going to start everything off on the right foot. He didn’t have to tell Jacob that though, and Connor naturally wanted to go first. He let them just kiss and touch each other for a few moments, enjoying the way they were both still dressed, just exposed. Connor ran his hand up and down Jacob’s back, squeezing his ass every so often, until he finally broke the kiss off to nudge Jacob backward. Connor herded him to the edge of the garden tub, the caretaker part of his brain aware that there weren’t any soft places to kneel in the empty bathroom. He didn’t want Jacob to hurt his knees. “Sit,” he whispered, his hands moving to press against the front of Jacob’s hips. “Suck my cock.”
No matter how many times he said that, the words always seemed to go straight to Jacob's balls and he made a soft, needy sound at the order before he followed it, sitting down on the ledge and spreading his legs to let Connor in close. He didn't waste any time before taking him in his mouth, savoring the salty taste. Maybe Connor had showered at work, maybe not, he always somehow tasted clean to Jacob no matter what and he appreciated it whether it was something Connor did on purpose or not. Feeling the weight of it on his tongue sent him spiraling into a completely different mood, not quite subspace but close, a calm and focused state of mind where all that mattered was Connor's pleasure and he grasped his hips to start with, only using his mouth at first but keeping his hands somewhere where he wouldn't be too tempted to reach down and stroke himself.
Connor liked to say it as much as Jacob liked to hear it. Everyone else in his life knew him as a rather reserved and polite man. Some might even say conservative, considering the propriety with which he always treated his patients and colleagues. He liked having a whole different side of himself, one that was hot and filthy and demanding. That part of him was just for Jacob now, and Connor loved how he responded to it. He slid the fingers of both hands into Jacob’s hair, letting out a heavier breath as his boy took his cock between his lips. It sent a flood of tingling pleasure through him, heat blooming even hotter in his lower belly. “Yeah, that’s it,” he whispered. Jacob probably didn’t need the encouragement, but Connor liked to give it anyway.
Needed or not, Jacob loved being encouraged and when Connor praised him in any way it filled up something hollow inside him and made him feel warm and loved. With anyone else that probably would feel kind of shitty afterward but with Connor it just felt good. Sure, maybe he was just a slut to be used and Connor was exceptionally good at doing just that, but he loved Jacob too and that was more than Jacob had ever dared to hope for. He hummed his pleasure at the words, tightening his grip on Connor's hips as he took him deeper. Connor's warm hands weren't pushing him yet but he didn't need prompting to let the tip of his cock slip into his throat before pulling back again to toy with it with his tongue. The smell and taste of his dominant was making him harder and his cock felt a little desperate for Connor's touch again. Jacob could wait, it all felt good, even that growing desperation.
A moan escaped Connor’s lips as Jacob took him deep, and his fingers clenched a little in his hair. The way Jacob’s throat opened for the tip of his cock was deliciously promising, and it took some willpower not to hold Jacob’s head and push himself deeper. All in good time. For now he was happy to give the boy room to do as he pleased -- especially since that meant giving pleasure to Connor. “Fuck, you’re so good at that,” he breathed down to him, stroking his hair and the sides of his face. Connor traced his fingers over the sharp line of Jacob’s jaw, loving how his eyes looked from above. “My good little cocksucker ...” Unable to keep completely still, Connor rocked his hips just a bit, completely hooked on the way Jacob's tongue felt rubbing against the underside of his shaft.
The words were good but the subtle body language was even better, the way Connor couldn't keep from moving made Jacob want to drive him to lose his control and he moaned softly around his cock, sucking it in deep again, tightening his lips around the shaft. He looked up when he pulled off again to toy with the tip, drinking in the look on Connor's face. He was still in control but Jacob could tell his jaw was getting a little slack and he near-smiled before taking him in deep again. This time he let one hand slide lower, cupping Connor's balls and gently rubbing in time with the bobbing of his head. He kind of wished they could get naked and sprawl in this big tub with Connor but all in due time. He could wait a week.
If there had been towels around, Connor probably would’ve gotten them more naked and warm in the tub, but as it was there was something highly erotic about just being unzipped and exposed. If he leaned his head right, he could see Jacob’s cock too, flushed and needy and bobbing softly with his motions. He liked knowing it was there and probably aching for attention, waiting for Connor’s touch, neglected because his boy knew his place. He groaned louder, his eyes rolling closed and his head tilting back as Jacob rubbed his balls and worked him with that deep rhythm. Connor was definitely hazy eyed and lost in it now. As the pleasure built the pressure up in his core, he indulged the urge to thrust more and more. It was hot to know he was fucking Jacob’s mouth in their new home, the first of many times to come, and this might be the only time Jacob was mostly clothed for it. Connor went easy on gagging him -- for the moment, anyway -- but damn if he wasn’t addicted to the sensations coursing through him.
It struck Jacob as a bit fascinating how Connor started taking more control of Jacob as he gave up some of his own and Jacob was more than happy to let him start dictating the speed and depth of his cock in his mouth. His eyes were closed now, his whole focus on the way Connor's cock rubbed against his tongue, thick and veiny, throbbing against his lips. He pushed forward, urging him on, his grip on Connor's hip tightening as he maintained the same loose and caressing grip on his balls. Gagging always made his eyes watery but he took it and it wasn't like he minded that part, it made him feel owned, used and - because it was Connor - loved.
It was something Connor could feel, that slide deeper into submission. He was tuned into Jacob so much now that he could read all that subtle body language, could sense him relaxing more into being a plaything for Connor. It was hot as fuck. “Such a beautiful fucking boy,” he murmured down at him. He thrust deeper and shorter, the head of his cock filling Jacob’s throat for a moment. It left him groaning, his balls tightening up in Jacob’s hand. He pulled back enough to let him catch a breath or two, then thrust deep again. “God,” he panted. Connor held the back of Jacob’s head while he fucked his throat for several strokes, then pulled out of his mouth and grabbed his cock to slap it against Jacob’s cheek a few times. “You want my cum down your throat or on your face, hm? Pick one.”
Pick one, Jacob didn't know how he was supposed to do that and did 'in his mouth' count as a choice when Connor had clearly said down his throat? He blinked up at him, dazed and teary-eyed, still clinging to him as he licked his lips. "Mouth?" he suggested, too aware that it wasn't one of the options given but that's where he wanted it so it didn't hurt to ask. He wanted to taste him, already missed the feel of him in his mouth so he tilted his head to brush his lips against the shaft. He'd take it anywhere Connor wanted, of course, let him drench his face and clothes if that was what he desired.
Jacob looked so damn good like that, messy and watery-eyed and dazed, his pretty lips puffy and slick. It did make the more aggressive side of Connor want to come all over his face and leave it there while he sucked him off in return, leave him marked as Connor’s and slutty for his pleasure ... but his fastidious nature fretted again about not having any towels or soap or anything for after. So into Jacob’s mouth it would go. He didn’t mind the request, but didn’t answer it either, just pushed his cock between those needy lips again. Both of Connor’s hands slipped to hold Jacob’s head in place as he started to fuck his mouth again, his groaning louder and freer as pleasure spiraled higher and higher inside of him. It didn’t take long before his hips jerked and shuddered as his cock swelled and throbbed against Jacob's tongue. Connor was mindful not to thrust too deep while he came so his boy could taste all of him.
Jacob swallowed all of it, grateful for every drop like it was a damn gift and really it was because he'd ordered off menu so to speak. He clung to Connor, gripping his hips with both hands now as he licked him clean with care and devotion. When he let his cock slip from his lips he looked up again with a hazy smile. His own cock ached with the need for attention but that was ok, he could be patient especially when he felt so sated in other ways. "I like this bathroom," he murmured, resting his chin against Connor's stomach as he rubbed at his skin with his thumbs. "I'm gonna spend so much time in here." He was half kidding of course, he'd probably spend way more time in his own studio and bedroom but it was a roundabout way of saying he was fucking happy and that he loved Connor.
Connor loved orgasms, like most people, but he almost liked the moments immediately after even better. When everything still felt rather intense and sensitive, and Jacob took the care to clean him off like it was an act of worship. When he knew the taste of him was still filling his boy’s mouth. He stroked Jacob’s hair through the process, his little gasps and shivers slowing down to a feeling of warmth that suffused through all of him. He smiled down at Jacob when their eyes met again, hazy and satisfied. “I’m so happy,” he whispered back. Connor’s hands came up to cup the sides of Jacob’s jaw, and he bent down to kiss him. He was happy that Jacob was happy, but it was a much bigger statement than that. Delving his tongue into Jacob’s mouth, Connor slowly lowered himself to his knees. The tile floor was hard under them, but he didn’t think he would be there long, honestly. He wanted to return the pleasure, make his boy explode. One of Connor’s hands moved to loosely wrap around Jacob’s exposed and neglected cock, stroking lightly.
Jacob's insides curled in pleasure at the words but nowhere near as much as at the kiss. He leaned into it, giving it his all and hoping Connor could tell from it just how much he loved him. He almost stopped him when he started getting on his knees, the words 'you shouldn't’ slipping out half formed and worried but it was easy to stop worrying when Connor finally touched him. He almost curled in on himself from the pleasure so maybe the promise he could stand that had died on his lips would have been a false one. He ran his fingers through Connor's hair, careful not to tug even if the impulse was there to grab on and tighten. "Please," he whispered because Connor's mouth was right there and Jacob was so close.
He didn’t think he would ever tire of hearing that word out of Jacob. It was such a simple thing, but so powerful. In their dynamic Connor never had to say please, and he loved that it spilled out of Jacob so freely. He kept his touch light and teasing on purpose for another few seconds, then pulled away from his mouth to bend down further. Connor slowly stroked his tongue against the tip of Jacob’s cock, momentarily relishing the taste of his boy’s excitement, then slipped the head into his mouth. He gave a low hum of appreciation as he took Jacob deeper, rubbing the underside of the shaft with his tongue. Jacob was so hard and the warm hardness in his mouth felt so eager and sensitive, part of Connor wished they could just linger there all day so he could tease his boy to madness. But he did want this first experience to be pure pleasure, so he didn’t wait too long before he started up a slow bobbing rhythm.
Jacob sagged a little more even as other parts of him tensed and curled. Whatever lingered of his thoughts that his dominant should not be kneeling was washed away as pleasure overtook him. This wasn't a public space but it was still a bit off limits so he was in a hazy limbo of relaxed and worried someone might come and that was actually really fun, like a less extreme version of a dangerous encounter. "Thank you," he moaned after holding his breath for a few seconds and it was becoming clear to him that Connor wasn't going to prolong this and that was probably a good thing. Jacob didn't mind the occasional torture but it felt right to just indulge in the moment and enjoy what was going to be their new home. That thought still shook him up inside but he was more focused on Connor's hot mouth now and while he wasn't thrusting, his muscles were tightening up so his hips trembled a bit with the effort.
Connor didn’t want to rush through it, set on making sure Jacob enjoyed himself, but he wasn’t going to edge him for too long either. He’d been so good, the best boy, and Connor wanted to reward him. Nevermind that they were sitting in a house he’d just bought for them, but still. It was best to show love in a myriad of ways. As tuned in as he was to Jacob’s body, it was easy for Connor to slow down when he felt too close, pulling off of his cock a few times just to lick it, relish it. It was so lovely and smooth and hot and jumped so cutely when he hit a sensitive spot. He lifted one hand to stroke and toy with Jacob’s balls, gently pulling them down from their high taut position to delay the inevitable a bit longer. He hummed as he took his boy deep into his mouth again, sucking harder and bobbing faster.
He knew all of the tricks to Jacob's body by now and he played him with expertise and skill that was doing Jacob's head in. He was moaning quietly, squirming under his advances and all but mewling whenever Connor pulled back. "God, please," he whispered more than once and then Connor was picking up the pace and Jacob wasn't sure how to form words for a while. He was so used to being naked when he came, it felt a little weird to have his toes curling in his boots and his jeans digging into his skin but it all just made it hotter somehow and when Connor let him come the world was just white noise for a few seconds. When he could think again he realized he was gripping too tightly on Connor's hair, like their roles were reversed, and he loosened that hold with a half whimpered and half chuckled 'sorry'.
Connor didn’t hold the hair-grabbing against him in the slightest, he knew how one could lose control of all the clenching mid-climax. He hummed around Jacob’s cock as it jerked and twitched against his tongue, swallowing down the hot salty liquid easily. It wasn’t a debasement to give pleasure to his sub, especially when he was so appreciative of it, and so damn pretty when he was lost in it. Connor licked him clean and pulled off of his cock, sitting back on his heels and wiping his mouth with the back of one hand. “That’s all right,” he said with a half smile. Connor put his hands on the ledge on either side of Jacob’s legs and moved in to kiss him softly again. “I love you,” he murmured against his boy’s lips. Now that it was out there, he wasn’t going to let Jacob forget it. “This is going to be a good place for us.”
"Yeah it is," Jacob whispered, his smile a little sleepy in the afterglow of his orgasm. "Thank you," he added sincerely and wrapped his arms around Connor, burying his face against his neck. "Thank you for making me happy. I love you." He couldn't even begin to quantify just how much he needed everything Connor gave him, especially now when his loss had doubled and everything else in his life felt so uncertain and painful. Connor was like an oasis, a shelter in the storm and Jacob was finally beginning to feel like it wasn't fleeting, like Connor might not leave him behind when it was time for him to go back to Portland. It was a lot for him, letting go of his fear of abandonment and relax into what they had but Connor was steadily getting him there and he felt so stupidly grateful that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Connor slipped his arms around Jacob’s ribs and pulled him up to his feet so they could embrace more closely. He was there to support him if his legs weren’t steady yet, which sort of felt like a metaphor for their whole relationship. Connor was good with that dynamic. He hated that Jacob was in pain, of course, but it fulfilled something deep inside him to be there so fully for someone. Connor wanted to take care of him, give him security, make him feel safe. All the things he’d lacked growing up himself. He’d fallen for Jacob and his sweet artist’s soul, and Connor wanted to be what he needed. He stood there and held him tight for a little while, kind of liking the bare skin of both their faces and cocks touching, then pulled back enough to kiss Jacob softly and smile at him. “C’mon, let’s grab some dinner on our way back.” He knew they both wished they could just stay in their new house now, but it would be well worth the wait.
Jacob definitely wanted to stay there starting now but he reminded himself one week wasn't much, especially since he hadn't even known this was happening already. He nodded and found his balance to tuck his cock away and zip up his pants. "Good job christening the house," he murmured with an impish smile. "We should do it with all the rooms when we move in. Maybe some of the closets too." He just hoped the neighbors wouldn't be weird about them being what they were, this seemed more like the kind of place where people actually talked to their neighbors than Seaview did. Even if they didn't, Connor was enough for him and he knew Connor's skin was thicker than to let some assholes get to him. "Oh shit, is there a yard? Like... Do I have to mow the lawn this summer?"
He made himself decent as well and smirked back at Jacob at his first idea -- this house was definitely going to get broken in very thoroughly. No question about that. They already had a lovely arrangement at the place in Seaview that Connor could take Jacob basically anywhere he wanted at any time, but somehow the idea of doing that in a new place was exciting. Connor laughed at the questions as he picked up his coat and then Jacob’s to offer over to him. “There is a yard, yes,” he said. “And I expect shirtless mowing all summer.” He grinned and reached up to affectionately squeeze the back of Jacob’s neck once they were both ready to go again. “And don’t worry, you’re going to come in every corner of this house before the first month is up, I have a feeling.” Connor grinned and kissed him, then took his hand to lead him out.
"Oh no," Jacob breathed, rolling his eyes a little but it was all in jest and quickly replaced with a smile at Connor's promise. "If you want me to mow the yard shirtless, then you better slather me up in sunscreen, like strength one hundred. Or the other way around? Was it the lower the number the stronger the stuff? Whatever. Super strong sunscreen, please. I burn way too easily." He was pretty sure Connor wouldn't mind that 'chore' and it did bring to mind the possibilities of some slippery sex and now he was curious about just how private said yard was. Maybe they could sneak a peek out there before leaving though realistically he doubted any yard was really private enough for the things he wanted to do with Connor.
Connor hadn’t thought of that risk on Jacob’s pale skin, but he thought he would be more than happy to cover Jacob in sunscreen and get him all riled up before sending him out to do the sweaty work. At least once or twice, until the novelty wore off. Then maybe they could pay a neighborhood kid to do it or something. He laughed softly as they descended the stairs. “Don’t worry baby,” he murmured. “We’ll make sure you stay alabaster and flawless.” He hadn’t paid much attention to the yard except to note that it did have a privacy fence, but that had made Connor think of other, more innocent things besides outdoor sex. “Do you like dogs? I don’t think I’ve ever asked. The yard is fenced in, and it crossed my mind that I haven’t had a dog in years.”
Jacob nearly made some joke about how Connor already had a dog but that wasn't their dynamic at all. At best he could be his 'devoted puppy' but even that just smacked of some kinks they didn't have. The question threw him off a little and he gave Connor a curious look. "I so didn't take you for a dog guy," he admitted though he guessed he could picture it. "If I had a pet it'd probably be a cat. Or fish. Or a cactus." He was not a dog person and god he hoped that wasn't a deal breaker. Of course if Connor wanted a dog he'd put up with it and maybe even love it but given the choice, dogs were not for him. "Do you want a dog?" he asked and that bad joke came back where he could be a good puppy. Just no. Though that didn't mean he couldn't be a good pet.
Actual puppy play kind of weirded Connor out. He could see the dominance aspect of it, but anything involving pretending to be animals just wasn’t his bag. To each their own, of course, but he preferred not to think of Jacob in those terms. He was a pet in a way, but definitely a person-shaped pet. “A cactus,” Connor echoed with a soft laugh, not at all perturbed that Jacob didn’t jump at the chance to have a dog. “I’m not gagging for a dog or anything,” he said, glancing back at Jacob with a warm smile. “It just occurred to me since we’ve got a real yard now, thinking about you having some company while I’m working. I do like cats, too.” Connor hadn’t had many pets in his adult life, just because he couldn’t devote the time to them they deserved, but Jacob could. He wasn’t disappointed that a dog wasn’t going to be it, though. They were a lot of work and if Jacob didn’t love them, it would be more of an annoyance than a companion.
As they headed out to the car, Jacob gave the house one more look and for a second he almost expected to see something frightening in the window, something to mar his image of his future home, but it was just a pretty house on a quiet street and he couldn't sense anything awful about it. He smiled a little to himself as he got in, not shy of letting Connor see it. He didn't smile a whole lot lately so it felt like a good thing to share finally. "Is this really about getting me some company when you're at work or are you like soft testing getting a third?" he arched a brow at Connor but couldn't keep serious enough for the question to really sound like anything but what it really was; a tacky little joke. If Connor wanted to bring a third into this relationship, he'd be a lot more straightforward about it, Jacob had long since stopped worrying about things suddenly popping up to change their dynamic. It was still funny to rib him about it, he didn't indulge in being bratty very often.
That smile on Jacob’s face made the purchase well worth it in Connor’s mind. The most pragmatic side of him had tut-tutted a bit over the decision, but he knew he could still make the property work for him even if they didn’t end up living there for long. It meant everything to be able to present it to Jacob and solve the problem of living in Seaview. Settling into the driver’s seat, he glanced over at Jacob and laughed at that idea. Getting a ‘third’ was an absurd proposition -- Connor had zero desire for another sub, and there was no way in hell he wanted to share Jacob with anyone else, not for more than possibly fulfilling a sexual fantasy at some point down the road. “Not a chance,” he answered with a grin, even if he knew it wasn’t a serious question. Sometimes jokes camouflaged real insecurities. “Call me old fashioned, but I’m a one-love-slave-at-a-time kind of guy.” Once they were out of the driveway and headed off again, Connor rested his hand on Jacob’s thigh.
Jacob laughed at his reply, mostly because love-slave was a fantastic term, but the relief he felt was tangible and it felt a little weird discovering how jealous he might possibly be. He'd always considered himself a very free-spirited love on everyone kind of a guy but maybe that didn't extend beyond snuggling with friends and having intimate friendships. The mere idea of sharing Connor made his stomach twist in discomfort and the thought of someone else trying to dominate him just filled him with defiance. As such, Connor's immediate reaction soothed him more than he would have thought and if he wasn't already buckled in and moving he would have probably pounced on him to kiss him for it. "Well I'm happy to be that one love-slave," he said instead. "All yours."
Connor didn’t see himself getting interested in anybody else for a very long time, if ever. He’d never bonded with a sub as deeply as he had with Jacob, and it honestly felt wonderful. It was a relationship that felt older than it was, but that didn’t bother Connor anymore. It didn’t feel rushed, it felt genuine. Even if things turned bad somehow later down the road, Connor knew that they needed each other now. Not everybody was lucky enough to find someone to be there through the hard stuff and truly care. “All mine,” he murmured in agreement, cheeks dimpling with a smile. Connor found Jacob’s hand and brought it up to kiss the back of it. “And I’m all yours.” He felt like a love slave himself, very happily so.
It was a good reminder and Jacob slid his hand down lower on Connor's hand, running his fingers over the bracelet that matched his own collar. Things were unimaginably painful in his life but his relationship with Connor was like a light in the dark and today had been a welcome reprieve from his sadness. "All mine," he mumbled with a coy smile and it felt good to really believe it. He wasn't eager to go home to their old place in Seaview and yet he was looking forward to getting there so he could snuggle up to Connor and relax, grateful that he wasn't working a night shift tonight and could be there, as a comfort and a safety measure for Jacob when he needed it so badly.