Who: Jacob and Connor When: Noon - afternoon, Thursday, June 14 Where: the marina then home Status: Complete, part 1 Warning: Turns NSFW
Some things had been strange, and it was making Connor antsy. First there had been the bizarre insomnia over the weekend. As a doctor, the speed at which their mental state had deteriorated had worried him, and it had been difficult to hide it from Jacob. Connor had been almost grateful to be called in to the hospital to help with the patients coming in with delirium. He’d done his best. He’d never been happier to fall asleep as he was that Sunday morning.
Then, the day before, a body had come into the morgue. That wasn’t too unusual by itself, but rumors had run rampant around Mercy that it was a weird body. Connor had heard enough to pique his interest, and he’d gone down to the hospital basement to have a look for himself. He couldn’t explain what he’d seen on Camila Ward’s remains, but that blank white stare had stuck with him. He officially had the heebie jeebies.
It made him glad to be off work on Thursday, but Connor felt too full of nervous energy to just bum around the house all day. The weather wasn’t the greatest, but it wasn’t supposed to rain, so Connor thought he and Jacob ought to go do something. He came down from their office to find Jacob in the kitchen, and stepped up behind him, arms slipping around his waist. “Let’s go somewhere,” he murmured before pressing a kiss to the side of Jacob’s neck.
Jacob had been doing his best at not freaking out about everything and sometimes he felt like trauma had made him stupidly numb by now because it was easier than it should be to push these things out of his mind, however briefly. His first thought at Connor's words was that they should leave town altogether but for some abysmal reason the mere idea of that terrified him more than staying did. "Go where?" he asked, leaning back into Connor, always more than happy for any and all attention he got from him. He pulled to the side enough to turn his head to look at him, then snuck a kiss on his lips. They hadn't talked about much of what had happened, like they had an unspoken mutual understanding that things were Weird and they'd seen stranger things before. Jacob hadn't told him about Sage because that wasn't his secret to tell but with how much it was freaking him out, it felt like only a matter of time before he caved and confided in the person he loved the most.
Connor realized a second too late that his words sounded like he wanted to hop a plane to somewhere exotic for an impulsive vacation. While that did sound good, his mind had been on more immediate locations. He kissed Jacob back and gave him a little smile. “Out of the house somewhere,” he said. “Maybe we can grab lunch at the Marina or something? I just feel like I want to get out. How about you?” He’d found that Jacob was kind of a homebody, which Connor didn’t mind at all -- after long shifts at the hospital, most of the time all he wanted was to come home to his boy and stay there. But today he just had a restlessness in him that demanded they go stretch their legs somewhere. “If you wanna get dressed up a little, we can go to The Boathouse and grope each other under their nice tablecloths,” Connor suggested with a little smirk.
They'd already spent a good chunk of the morning just lounging together and having lazy sex so going out and doing something sounded like a perfect plan. "Oh my god, scandalous," he murmured as he moved to turn around fully, slipping his arms around Connor's waist. He'd definitely discovered a new appreciation for suits and ties as Connor somehow made them infinitely sexy whereas Jacob had always found them stuffy and square before. It probably helped that getting all dressed up meant something naughty was going on under the surface so it was probably all very pavlovian of him. The nice thing about The Boathouse was that even if someone there thought ill of him, it really wasn't the kind of place some asshole like Steve was likely to confront him and ruin their day. "I'd like that. What do you want me to wear?"
Considering his profession and income, Connor was more comfortable in those sorts of settings anyway. If he had to defend his relationship, he would much rather it be a scathing verbal dressing-down of someone being rude than a fist fight. The Boathouse versus The Back Porch, basically. People on his social level could be evil bastards, but they were less likely to attack, and Connor could give a fuck less what they thought and said behind closed doors. He just liked to spoil his boy. He draped arms around Jacob and gave a lazy grin, pleased at the question. It was fun to pick out Jacob’s clothes, dress him up like his own personal fashion doll. “Let’s go have a look at the closet and find out,” he suggested, leaning in to press a kiss to Jacob’s lips. Connor lingered there for a moment, briefly considered staying home, then hummed as he pulled away and took Jacob’s hand to head upstairs with him.
Jacob knew that grin well and it gave him a warm feeling of satisfaction to know he'd pleased him. He loved giving up control and letting Connor decide what he wore outside of the house was a big part of that. He knew Connor would never make him wear something awful - nor did he own anything he wouldn't want to wear - but it still gave him a fun little nervous tingle like giving up control always did. He was grinning too as he followed Connor, enjoying the view on the stairs. Connor had given him a few things over the last few months so these days his wardrobe consisted of more than black jeans and loose tops and while he enjoyed those as his personal style, letting Connor dress him up for what Jacob considered 'high society' was both fun and sexy.
Connor led the way to their room but stopped outside the door. The rules around Jacob wearing clothes in the bedroom had relaxed somewhat since they were living together full time -- Connor wasn’t an unreasonable dom, he liked to think -- but the occasion seemed to call for it today. Since they were going to re-dress Jacob, it seemed like they needed to start with a blank slate. A pretty, nude blank slate. Smirking faintly, he held his hand out expectantly, his dark eyes drifting over his boy. “Clothes,” he said.
Jacob's darkest fantasies were abusive but in real life it felt good to have that line they didn't cross. He could flirt with it in his mind and sometimes Connor pushed him up against it in the hottest way ever but he did a perfect job of balancing his domination with a healthy relationship and Jacob was glad he hadn't gotten himself into a situation where he had to be subservient all hours of the day. He still belonged to Connor, would do anything for him, but Connor never asked the impossible. At least not so far. The no-clothes rule was one he'd rarely break - or bend - so he was ready when Connor turned around. He didn't rush, but he didn't go too slowly either, peeling off his clothing one item at a time, folding it and handing it to Connor. Once he was fully naked - save for the collar - he rested his hands behind his back and gave Connor a little smile and time to look him over. He wanted to dress him, he might as well look at what he had to work with.
Having respect for the trust Jacob put in him had always been a priority for Connor. Fantasies were one thing, and he enjoyed dipping into them to please one of them or the other, but that was different than living it 24/7. The dynamic of their relationship stayed consistent though, because they both wanted that. Connor cherished his boy and got satisfaction out of caring for him in many ways, and he was often grateful that a dominant with worse intentions hadn’t gotten to him first. Connor relished watching Jacob undress, collecting his clothes in a pile in his hands. He knew every plane and curve of Jacob’s body by now, but that didn’t change how much he loved to look at it, so he lingered for a moment to admire him. “I wish I could take you out just like that,” he murmured, reaching out to stroke the backs of his fingers against Jacob’s cheek. “Show you off.” Connor gave a grunt of faux-regret, then turned to head into the bedroom, setting Jacob’s clothes down on the dresser on the way to the closet.
The mere thought of traipsing around town naked flooded Jacob with embarrassment that colored his cheeks and made him grin shyly. He liked the idea on some level, liked it for Connor, but it was also mortifying. He knew Connor would never make him do that, more because of propriety and stupid laws, but he could well imagine it in a sex club and that was a completely different scenario altogether and not one that would make him feel as awkward about it. Maybe it was the safety of knowing that which allowed him to actually enjoy the thought and he easily imagined straddling Connor's lap naked, drinking in the power imbalance there. He walked into the room after Connor, unable to wipe that little smile off his face just yet. "Where would you take me like this?" he asked. "If you could."
Connor enjoyed that blush on Jacob immensely, and by now he’d pinpointed the things that were most likely to bring it about, so it was fun sometimes to just toss out little ideas and fantasies that he would never actually act on just to see those pink cheeks. “If I could ... I would take you into the country club on a leash and perhaps blindfolded ... lounge around in one of the VIP rooms with a good view, let you suck on me while I sip on a cognac ...” Connor grinned faintly back at Jacob before he stepped into their walk-in closet to start browsing through the clothes on his boy’s side. “Would you like that?” he asked, glancing up at him again. Connor knew he would probably be mortified in reality, but they were talking fantasy here.
This was where the trust came in strong and the fact he knew Connor well enough to know he would never get him in trouble on purpose. This was so clearly a fantasy that he didn't feel any need to say no to make sure not to give Connor crazy ideas. He could imagine it oh so vividly, soft silk over his eyes leaving him in darkness, all other senses heightened as he curled up on a leather couch with Connor's cock in his mouth. Maybe Connor would drip some cognac on his cock and make Jacob lick it off. His own cock stirred at the thought and he thought they could do this here at home sometime, though there'd obviously be no audience. "Yes," he said quietly, a riot of butterflies in his stomach and he could almost taste that mix of wine and skin on his tongue, feel the heat from Connor's body against his own. "I think I'd like that a lot."
On occasion Connor regretted his own sense of propriety and abiding by laws and social rules, because the pure idea of leading Jacob around like his own gorgeous naked sex pet was hot as hell. Oh well, so many things were better left to bloom just inside the mind. Now that Jacob had confirmed it appealed to him too, it would be something else in the arsenal to subtly tease him with while they were out in public. “I think you would too,” Connor murmured with a knowing little half-smile. He turned his attention back to Jacob’s clothes, eventually picking out a pair of black slacks that always made his ass look nicely round and a blue button down. The outside clothes were the easiest part, it was choosing what would go under them that would be hard. Connor meandered out of the closet to go to their dresser and Jacob’s underwear drawer, the clothes folded over his arm for now. “What else would you like a lot? Anything particular on your mind today?”
"Maybe skip that dresser," Jacob replied cheekily. He didn't often go without underwear since he actually liked how it felt but he could see which pants Connor had picked out and they were really comfortable and snug. Maybe Connor would feel tempted to blow him in the bathroom after teasing him under the tablecloth and it was appealing to think of less fabric between him and Connor's hand. "I'm good with anything, I just want to spend some nice time with you." He hadn't really stopped blushing and it was making it weirdly hard not to laugh, even if he wasn't amused at all. He bit his lip and watched Connor, curious about what he'd pick. "I could put on eyeliner, if you want to annoy the other guests a little."
Connor shot him an amused glance at the first part while he riffled through Jacob’s drawer, enjoying the different fabrics between his fingers. They had beefed up Jacob’s collection since they’d been living together, not only buying him some better quality boxer briefs for daily wear, but some sexier options as well. Connor just loved how he looked in lace and silk, and knowing that Jacob would be wearing something more snug and intimate under his pants while they ate out was a turn on. He picked out a pair of black silk undies with sheer lace over the hips and added them to the clothing pile. “You look gorgeous in eyeliner, put some on,” he said with a smile as he presented the clothes to Jacob. “They can kiss both our asses if they don’t like it.”
It had been such a relief for Jacob to find out he didn't need to sacrifice that part of himself that liked black nail polish and messy eyeliner from time to time. It was almost laughable to think about it now, how he'd misread Connor in so many ways, so attracted to the idea of him that finding out he was a whole person with nuances had been pleasantly surprising. The compliment didn't fail to make him feel warmer, every sweet word Connor gave him was like a hug and if he could live in those moments forever he would. "They wish they could kiss our asses," he corrected him playfully, eyeing the new addition to the pile with growing arousal. It was obvious what mood Connor was in and it almost made Jacob want to stay home because he was getting ahead of himself; already excited thinking about wearing this out in public. It was the perfect timing to sit down and apply eyeliner, it would help him ignore the chub he had going and then he could get dressed.
That made Connor laugh, and he patted Jacob’s bare ass as he headed back to the closet to find some nicer clothes for himself too. It was a much less entertaining process than dressing Jacob, but necessary. Eyeliner and black nailpolish might not have been his personal style, but he wasn’t about to stifle Jacob if he wanted to express himself that way. Besides, rimming those big bedroom eyes in black made them downright irresistible, and Connor liked showing off his beautiful boy. While Jacob got ready, Connor put on some nicer pants and a button-down of his own, skipping the tie this time. It was just lunch, after all. Once they were both dressed and ready, Connor pulled Jacob over to the mirror to look at both of them, humming his approval. He reached up to finger Jacob’s collar necklace for a second, then planted a kiss on his cheek. “You look delicious enough to be lunch yourself,” he murmured.
Jacob was in the right mood to kind of agree with him. His self esteem was a cautiously balanced pile of 'right angles' and 'ignoring flaws', gently padded with Connor's words and the way he looked at him and today it was holding up pretty well. He looked good and those silk undies were snug and sexy underneath his slacks. "You'll have to feed me something too," he murmured and leaned in against Connor suggestively, well aware of the implications those words held. But no, they were being good for now and going out for lunch. Whether they were good at lunch or after was another story altogether though. "I'd happily snack on you all day," he added, reaching up to touch his collar as well, a constant and welcome reminder of how loved he was.
Chuckling deeply, Connor nuzzled him a bit more before he let him go. “If I wasn’t so hungry, I would take you up on that,” he said, giving his boy one more appreciative look from head to toe. Jacob could just be dessert later on, even though they’d already been fooling around this morning. That never seemed to matter to his libido these days. And who could blame him, with such a delectable sub by his side? Connor pressed a quick kiss to his lips, then turned to head out the bedroom door. “Ready if you are,” he said over his shoulder. He did love that they could entertain themselves so well at home, but he wanted to actually make it out the door to treat Jacob to a nice meal out, especially since they were looking so good.
"Yup," Jacob murmured, sparing himself one more glance in the mirror before turning to follow with maybe just a slightly more swagger in his step. It had been a while since he dressed up like this to go outside and he was both excited and a little nervous about it, even if he knew the Boathouse crowd wouldn't bother them. In a funny way it made him almost miss going clubbing but he knew he would probably hate it if he went again, those club nights had always ended up kind of miserable. A special club with Connor would be different though and he was really beginning to feel the itch to see some of those fantasies they shared come true.
After a relaxed and slightly gropey drive to the marina -- Connor just had difficulties keeping his free hand to himself when Jacob looked so good, even with one firmly on the wheel -- the pair of them sauntered up into The Boathouse. He was fairly sure the host at the front gave them a disapproving look, but it was gone a millisecond later so Connor didn’t make a fuss about it. He was prepared to make a fuss if he felt it was warranted though, if anyone said anything impolite to them. In any case, they were seated at a table near the back, with a good view of the ocean. After they were settled and had put in their drink orders, Connor turned his gaze out the huge picture windows. His brow flexed a bit as he took in the view ... there was a fog a couple of miles out over the water. At least that was what it looked like. Connor blinked a couple of times and tried to dismiss it and turn his attention back to Jacob. “So, ah ... how is Sage doing?” he asked.
Jacob missed that little frown but the question made his stomach clench uncomfortably. He didn't feel like he had to tell Connor everything but whatever was going on with Sage was so current and so big, it didn't feel right to keep it from him. Telling him all about it seemed worse though, there was already so much weirdness to navigate, how did he even begin to tell him that his best friend could turn invisible? "Uhm," he hummed, reaching for the small dessert menu for something to do. "You know. Not great. I'm just glad he comes over every now and then, you know. To hang out. I don't think being alone is great for him. I uh, kinda invited him to the thing tomorrow." Invite was perhaps not the right word for it, it wasn't a private event or anything, it was just a thing they happened to be going to. "It might be a disaster but I'm hoping it'll, I don't know, smooth things over a little?" Connor knew they had a bad history with the Point Pleasant police but Jacob was willing to let that all stay in the past, he couldn't exactly fault them for thinking they'd done something to Grayson.
It took Connor an extra second to remember why it ‘might be a disaster,’ but then he hummed an understanding sound and nodded. “Well, we don’t have to stay long if either of you are uncomfortable,” he said. “But maybe it’ll be fun, give him a reason to get out and do something social.” Connor doubted that the crowd would be the type that Sage and Jacob liked to mingle in, but it was still a nice gesture of Jacob to invite his suffering friend along. Sometimes it could give one a boost to get dressed up and be seen, just like they were doing now. They were just missing the cocktails. “And if it sucks, he can come back home with us and we’ll have an after party.” Connor offered his boy a smile, but his eyes strayed back to the window. Nothing had changed over the ocean, there was still a wall of white out there, and it was starting to make Connor nervous.
Jacob felt a rush of gratitude and love when Connor said that; it was just like him to offer support and extend an invitation to Jacob's friends. That flood of happy emotions was short lived though as the look on Connor's face didn't escape his attention this time and he followed his gaze out to the ocean. The sight of the white wall made his stomach drop and his smile fade, all of the joy replaced with cold dread. "That doesn't look good," he said quietly and while it had been months since the fog had overtaken the town and left disaster in its wake, the trauma was still close to the surface. He wondered where Sage was, if he was freaking out alone somewhere. Everything could change in a matter of seconds if it was anything like before and he was torn between staying right there or making their way home now. At least he was with Connor this time, a thought he clung to as he watched the fog. It didn't look like it was moving, just sitting out there far away on the ocean, but it still made the breath catch in his throat.
Jacob obviously saw the same thing he did, which was a tiny relief. Connor knew he hadn’t hallucinated anything that had happened during the fog that had overtaken the town months ago -- there had been too much evidence that it hadn’t all been in his head, an explanation his brain had tried to provide him a few times back then. But it was good to know he wasn’t the only one seeing what he was seeing out over the ocean now. “No it doesn’t,” Connor agreed in a murmur. It was hard to tell from this distance, but it didn’t look like the fog was rolling in. Would it stay that way? Was it waiting for nightfall? He’d suddenly lost his appetite and his palms felt clammy. Connor wet his lips and tore his gaze away to glance around them. Nobody else in the restaurant seemed concerned, or they just hadn’t noticed. Fog was a regular occurrence on the coast, right? Maybe it was just a normal thing. His body didn’t seem to think so. “Do you see it moving?” he asked, eyes coming back to Jacob’s face.
Jacob had seen fog on the horizon more times than he could count as he grew up in Point Pleasant but it had taken on a completely new meaning now and he'd never seen it as thick as it had been during those horrible days in January. He stared out at the ocean and tried to see if it was moving at all and it didn't look like it was. "I don't know," he mumbled because what if he thought it wasn't moving but it was and he was just fucking stupid. He could recognize those thoughts for what they were now, anxiety creeping up on him, coloring everything in a darker shade. "Do you want to go?" He tore his gaze off the fog to look at Connor again, recognizing some of that same anxiety in his eyes. He wasn't sure if that made it better or worse, he always looked to Connor for comfort but if Connor was uneasy that meant Jacob wasn't slipping into some unwarranted fit of paranoia. But was that better? Nobody else was panicking, even the lady on the next table who was staring out the window just seemed to be enjoying the view.
Connor wanted to be calm and collected and fine -- the rational part of his mind was repeating ‘it’s just fog’ over and over again -- but he didn’t feel that way. It had been months ago, but he very viscerally remembered the terror from January. Feeling like his brain was breaking in half as he watched through a window as some huge inhuman shape destroyed part of the hospital building, huddling with other survivors in the dark, being separated from and unable to reach Jacob. Then there was the aftermath, all the deaths and horrific injuries that came into the hospital. One of his legs started to bounce under the table and he stared hard at Jacob for a thoughtful moment, his mouth pressed into a line. He wanted everything to be normal, he just wanted to have lunch with his boy, but he had a deep instinct to leave now. Connor didn’t know if that was a good impulse or if it was trauma talking, but it was hard to ignore. “Yes,” he finally said, opting for honesty. “Do you?”
Jacob still had nightmares about the way his former boss had gotten pulled out into the darkness, too much like the way Grayson had disappeared so the two memories tended to blend together and haunt him on his bad nights. Hearing Connor's voice when it was over had been like a lifeline but he never wanted to go through something like that again. He nodded sharply at Connor's question, feeling a little bad as he spotted their waiter heading back to their table with drinks. This was bigger than that though, he didn't feel like eating and flirting and being sexy, all he could think about was that fog suddenly flooding the town, locking them in. They might not even survive this time. "It's probably nothing, but..." He glanced at the fog again but only briefly before looking at Connor again, conveying more with his silence than he could with words. The drinks appearing in front of them didn't make him feel any more grounded in reality, it just felt like an obligation and no, he was not ready to order.
It seemed that Jacob wanted to leave just as much as Connor did, which sealed in the decision for him. With the fog not moving, it seemed that they could make it home without any issue, but who knew if or when it would start rolling in, and how fast. Best to be tucked in safe at home as fast as possible. If safety even truly existed here. At least they were together this time. Connor gave a little nod and turned his attention to the expectant waiter. He told the man that something had come up and they would be leaving, apologies for the inconvenience. The waiter left as Connor pulled out his wallet. He left more than enough cash on the table to cover their drinks, too impatient to wait for the check, then stood up to leave. He tried to keep his eyes off of the big windows as Jacob joined him and they walked through the restaurant, but it was difficult.
The fact that everyone else in there seemed utterly unaffected felt like a certain type of gaslighting to Jacob so he was relieved Connor was shaken by the fog too or he'd feel like he was going crazy. It felt like they were overreacting but at the same time it really didn't, not with what had happened back when the fog rolled in. He slipped his hand in Connor's hand as soon as they got outside, for comfort and the fear that they'd suddenly be engulfed and unable to find each other. If he didn't look out at the ocean it felt just like a normal day, there certainly was no fog in town yet, it was fairly warm and cloudy but no fog. Except out there, looming like a threat, so far away and yet too close for comfort.
Connor had that same strange sense that he was overreacting but not, at the same time. After what they’d been through with the first fog, he couldn’t imagine someone not reacting, but there was a whole restaurant full of people doing just that. The part of him that was always on as a doctor was tempted to start warning the tables they passed, pointing out the fog through the windows, shaking people up to get them moving. But his current priority was Jacob and getting both of them somewhere safer, so he just walked at a quick clip, hand gripping his boy’s, until they were climbing into the car. Connor stayed silent as he turned the engine over and went to pull out of the parking lot. He tried not to drive too fast so as not to attract police attention, but he did push the speed limit as he took them home, his jaw clenched with determination.
Jacob kept his hands to himself for a while, focused on their surroundings as they headed home. No fog, not yet, and he still expected it to roll in so fast they would simply be driving blind in a swift, terrifying moment. Why do we stay? There was that question again, echoing in his head, but he didn't want to ask it. Leaving was somehow more terrifying than staying and Connor did have his parents to deal with before he could go anywhere. Jacob didn't know the way other places might be terrifying in their own right, at least here he mostly knew which places to avoid. And yet... 'Why do we stay' echoed in his mind until they finally turned onto their street and saw the welcoming sight of their home. He took a deep breath when Connor parked the car, feeling a bit like he hadn't remembered to breathe the whole way home, then reached over to squeeze Connor's hand. "I feel like I'm a little crazy," he admitted and the fear wasn't quite so intense now that he could see the front door and knew that even if the fog came, they could run there.
Leaving Point Pleasant had only crossed Connor’s mind in a casual in-the-future way, even after the experience with the fog. The reason he’d come here at all was still a valid one he had to see through to the end, and now he’d bought a house and was setting down roots in this place. Maybe that was the crazy part, but it still felt somewhat right. He looked over as he returned the pressure from Jacob’s hand. “You’re not,” he told him with quiet assurance. “It’s perfectly rational to be afraid of dangerous things. And fog has proven itself to be dangerous around here. Whatever the explanation, better safe than sorry.” He’d half expected everything to be engulfed in fog by now too, but the air around them was still clear. Connor brought Jacob’s hand up to kiss the back of it, then let him go, reaching for his door. “Come on, let’s go inside.”
"I'm still hungry," Jacob said once they got inside without incident and he moved in closer to Connor when the door was safely closed behind them, draping himself on him in a needy hug. "Do you want to cook something with me?" It felt mean to order something, just in case the fog did come crawling in, but at least they had plenty of food in the pantry and a lot of it was just fine cold in case the electricity went out. It was a strange thing to worry about in June but the madness of Point Pleasant didn't exactly come by on a schedule. "It won't be as good as the Boathouse but I can make some pasta," he mumbled, drinking in the comfort that came with holding onto Connor. It was always grounding and soothing to him to cling to him, except maybe during sex when it provoked some very different feelings.
Even though their house would be pretty powerless against one of those huge monsters, Connor felt better being there. There was a basement they could shelter in if they needed to, and Connor had stocked up on flashlights and batteries and candles after they’d moved in. He felt as prepared as they could be for disaster. But he wasn’t going to drag Jacob down there to cower until it seemed like they needed to. For now the skies outside the windows were still clear. Connor squeezed his boy tight to him and kissed the side of his head. “It’ll be just as good to me,” Connor murmured to him with a faint smile. “I’ll give you a hand.” Today seemed more like the time to do things together, rather than be served.
It was slightly reassuring to think none of those monsters seemed interested in ripping down houses but Jacob was still glad they had the basement. It was better to stay up here and see what was going on out there than to hide down there and wonder so he was glad Connor was there with him to ease his mind and yes, help him cook. He snuck a little kiss on Connor's lips before letting go of him and kicking his shoes off, sneaking a peek outside through the window before heading to the kitchen. If they hadn't left the house they wouldn't have known about the fog, there was no sign of it on their quaint little street, everything looked just fine. Jacob had to wonder if they'd ever not be afraid of fog again, no matter how far away or faint it was. He had tried so hard not to be annoyingly clingy and straight up follow Connor to work all the time for a few months and he could feel that old fear stirred up and all encompassing. "I'm so glad you're not at work," he admitted. They would never do well cooped up together twenty-four seven but at times like these Jacob almost wanted it.
Connor intended to keep an eye on the windows too. If it suddenly got foggy out, they were going to lock up as much as possible and head down to the basement. Maybe it was a gross overreaction, but Connor would rather overreact than under, now that he’d witnessed what kinds of things were possible. He ditched his own shoes and took off the button-down shirt he’d put on to look decent for The Boathouse, left in a white undershirt and his nice pants. “I am too,” he agreed with a low chuckle as they entered the kitchen. As much as he loved his career and was dedicated to his job, if disaster was going to strike again, he wanted Jacob at his side. Tossing a glance through the kitchen window, he went about pulling out the pots needed for pasta and sauce. Hopefully they could just have a normal afternoon and laugh at themselves later.
Jacob used the chance to text Sage and Jocelyn, just to make sure they were okay and somewhere safe. Just in case. He felt a little calmer when he got replies to his texts and could stop wondering if they were going to get caught out there - in Sage's case again. Cooking had never been fun to him but it was different when he was doing it with Connor, or even for Connor, and he washed his hands with a little smile, soaking in the relief of being home and safe. The meal came together far better than it would have if he was alone, they even added fresh vegetables to the mix, working together and sometimes getting in each others' way but that was okay. Jacob kept a close eye on the window, even as they ate, but the fog wasn't coming in and he wondered if they would feel safe sleeping after getting their paranoia so worked up. "Stupid fog," he mumbled as they were finishing up. "I was looking forward to being mischievous in a fancy restaurant with you."
The familiar domestic performance of cooking a meal together was soothing, and the longer the windows stayed clear, the more Connor thought maybe they had overreacted after all. Not that he felt bad about it, just relieved. The food was delicious and it was nice to finally sit down and eat, even if it was just in the kitchen. He wiped his mouth and chuckled faintly when Jacob spoke. “I was too,” Connor agreed as he set his napkin down. Under the table, he reached over to give Jacob’s thigh a gentle squeeze. “We’ll try it again soon, I promise. In the meantime, you’re free to be mischievous anywhere.” He gave an impish smile, though he didn’t really expect anything to come of it. Connor was just glad to be home and together, better safe than sorry.
Jacob wasn't feeling terribly mischievous, despite the sexy clothing and the eyeliner. Maybe the fear had knocked most of it out of him but he felt far calmer now and Connor's words made him smile. "I love you," he said quietly, catching Connor's hand before he pulled away and giving it a gentle squeeze. "I don't need an audience to be mischievous with you." It was fun, sometimes, imagining it and it had sparked some rebellious joy in him to turn heads in that restaurant but mostly he just felt happy to be home and safe with Connor. He wasn't looking at the window as often and that deep seated fear seemed to have eased up enough for him to relax.
Connor smiled warmly at him and squeezed his fingers in return. “I love you too,” he murmured. He moved to stand up, leaning in to kiss the side of Jacob’s head before he straightened all the way up. “I’ll take care of these,” he said, reaching to gather up their dishes. “Go get comfortable, let’s cozy up on the couch and find something nice to watch, yeah? Have an indoor day even if there’s no fog.” They could even draw all the curtains so they wouldn’t be so tempted to keep checking, and maybe they could just chill together. All of the antsiness Connor had been feeling earlier in the day was gone, now he just wanted to stay contained and cuddled up to Jacob.
Jacob gave him a skeptical smile as he got up. "I'll help," he said, not overly tempted to sit by himself right now. "Or sit here and watch you do all the work," he added cheekily as he grabbed the glasses to help. He sometimes tried so hard not to be too clingy but it helped to know that Connor liked it when he was, that it wasn't a nuisance like Jacob always worried it was. He felt especially clingy at times like these, when something had frightened him other than just his own thoughts. It was different if Connor gave him an obvious command, this had been an offer and one that Jacob easily declined. He wanted to help, he wanted to stay close, even if the fog hadn't rolled in.
Connor had meant ‘get comfortable’ as in change his clothes, but he wasn’t going to complain about Jacob sticking close. “Suit yourself,” he said with a soft chuckle. As someone who thrived on being needed, Jacob wasn’t overly clingy for his tastes. They both needed one another in complementary ways, and so far Connor was happy with everything about their dynamic. It wasn’t like Jacob begged him not to work or had to be constantly entertained. The companionship was the point. They made quick work of taking care of the dishes and straightening up the kitchen, then trekked upstairs together to change into more comfortable pants. Connor left it up to Jacob whether he wanted to keep the saucy panties on or not. Soon enough they were settling down on the couch, curtains closed over the windows, cocooned in just the glow from the lamps scattered around the living room. “So what are you feeling like?” Connor murmured as he picked up the remote. “Comedy? Cooking show? No horror today, obviously ...”
Jacob couldn't remember the last time he watched a horror movie, he knew he had after the tunnel but he'd only bene able to handle very specific types of horror films, more idiotic than scary. There were a few movies they'd been meaning to watch and it took some coordination to find out which one they were both in the mood for before they could get it started. It had been slightly disappointing to take off the sexy clothes but he'd opted to go commando in his comfy lounge pants and trading sexy in for comfort felt right tonight. The movie was a good distraction and even gave them something to talk about after, for a little while at least. It was nice to forget that urge to peek out through the curtains just to make sure and a couple of hours later it felt almost like they hadn't had that fright at all. He had ended up curled up on the couch with his legs over Connor's lap and as the credits stopped rolling and they'd stopped analysing the strange ending, he smiled at Connor and wiggled his feet. "Another one? Or bed?" he asked and for the time being he was almost too comfortable to move yet.
Connor was comfortable too, lounging with his hands resting on Jacob’s legs. The wiggle prompted him to give said feet a little tickle, but it was brief. “Bed already?” he asked with a small grin. “It can’t be past five yet. Unless you’re not thinking of sleeping ...” The uneasiness about the fog had more or less passed, though Connor knew that if he took a look out the window and everything was fog, he would be right back to freaking out. So it was nice not to even want to look. Distractions were good, and Jacob was always an excellent distraction. So was another movie though, if his boy wasn’t feeling up to fooling around at all. Connor felt like he could go either way himself.
Jacob twitched a bit at the tickle but didn't pull away. "Maybe I'm super sleepy," he said cheekily and this time he wiggled his legs so his knees rubbed together and against Connor's arm. "But we can nap here while we watch another movie." He had other things in mind, fun things that would distract them even more than a movie would but it wasn't really an urgent need that drove him to be playful, more of a lazy and comfortable arousal that could easily build into something bigger. "What kinda movie are you in the mood for?" he asked with a suggestive little smile and if Connor wasn't in the mood for sex, then a movie was preferable to thinking about real life, at least for a bit.
Connor wasn’t opposed to staying on the couch, it was big enough for them to stretch out together, stay nice and cuddled up. He stroked Jacob’s thighs a bit and gave a thoughtful hum. “I dunno ... something sexy,” he murmured, resting his head back against the couch. “There’s not enough of that ... erotic romance stuff for gay men. It’s not fair.” It was a mild complaint, because there were much bigger problems the community faced, but still. Sometimes Connor just wanted to watch some hot boys angst around and make out without it having to turn to hardcore porn. Didn’t they deserve some plot and drama too? “We need to write the gay version of Fifty Shades and make millions.”
"Our movie would be so much better," Jacob said with a little grin. He had seen some movies based on popular franchises and they tended to be more erotic than pornographic but unfortunately that meant a bunch of twinks trying to act and it tended to be painful to watch. "Most of the gay movies are depressing or funny - or trying to be funny," he agreed. "I'd love a quality movie that just happens to have gay characters making out every now and then." He could think of a few indie movies that might work but he had no idea where to watch them or if they were even available to stream. "Guess we'll just have to stick with queer coded movies or entertain ourselves."
He definitely agreed that he and Jacob could write something far superior to Fifty Shades, even if they wrote it straight, but that was a soapbox he’d already been on more than once. It was just a shitty representation of BDSM, and anybody who knew anything about it agreed. “We’re pretty good at that second one,” Connor said with a slight smirk, one of his hands sneaking a little further up Jacob’s thigh. “Maybe we can just put on some music and see what we come up with.” Staying distracted seemed to be the most comfortable thing this afternoon, and there wasn’t much that was more distracting than sex.
Jacob sat up and squirmed closer to Connor until the back of his thighs were against his. "You've got the control," he said and while he meant the remote it was more fun to slip in that double meaning. He leaned in a little closer, then decided this wasn't enough so he shifted around until he could straddle Connor's lap. "What do you wanna do?" He kept his voice low, leaning in so his face was mere inches from Connor's face, his gaze drawn from his lips to his eyes, slowly back and forth. Jacob was well aware of his own desire, it was just easily moldable by whatever Connor wanted because what he wanted most was Connor.
Connor was more than happy to welcome Jacob onto his lap, moving his arms to make room while he smirked faintly. “You sure are forward for the one without the control,” he murmured, gazing right back into Jacob’s eyes. He stared for a moment, then leaned his head to one side a bit as he used that remote control to switch from the streaming app to the music player. They’d built a few good playlists together, and Connor started up a slow and sensual one. He set the remote down and turned his full attention to Jacob again, hands running up the boy’s thighs where they were spread over Connor’s hips. “Let’s see ... earlier today I wanted to touch you over your clothes. So we’ll start there.” His palms slid up past Jacob’s hips and around to his ass as he spoke the soft words, caressing through soft fabric.
Jacob gave him a slightly sheepish smile at being called out like that, but Connor obviously didn't mind so he wasn't going to feel bad about being forward. This wasn't the same as being covertly touched at a restaurant through fancy slacks and saucy underwear but Connor never failed to stoke his fire and it didn't take more than this for him to start feeling warmer and more pliant. The music did its part too, the slow rhythm sensual and hypnotizing, enhancing his mood easily. Connor's hands felt good on his body and Jacob could never get enough of his voice. "Good start," he whispered and for some vain reason he was glad he hadn't removed the eyeliner when he got dressed for staying home. He might not be wearing slick and sexy clothing but Connor sure as hell made him feel like he was and he had the eyeliner and collar on, making him feel like he still had something left of their earlier plans. Connor could have been wearing anything at all and he would have been sexy to Jacob, it could have been frightening knowing how easily he could sway him and control him but Connor never abused that power he had.