Who: Connor & Jacob Where: Home When: Friday night, after cocktail party 6/15 Warning: NSFW, mild con non-con
Jacob had meant to be on his best behavior tonight. It was a respectable cocktail party swarming with police, he hadn't exactly planned on getting wasted. He just hadn't really thought the cocktails were as strong as they were or that they mixed as badly as they did - especially after he'd started the night with a shot at home. He was trying his best to look more sober than he felt, drinking water instead of alcohol and plastering on the most normal, sober look he could. It kind of worked too, at least while they were still at Overlook, but the moment they got into the hot car to drive Sage home, it all seemed to catch up with him. At least he hadn't embarrassed Connor at the club, was all he could think and then wonder if maybe he had. Shit. He slumped down in the passenger seat and rolled the window down for some cool night air to hopefully help with the nausea but driving all the way to Seaview felt like it was taking forever.
Once Sage was safely home they still had to drive back to their place and for the first time since they'd moved, Jacob somewhat wished they still had the old place because then they could stop the car and walk home. He would be so up for that, he thought. Walking. It wouldn't be in a straight line or anything but it would help, he was sure. They'd barely made it out of Seaview when he sat up and huffed softly. "Stop the car," he mumbled and flop-poked at Connor's arm, the strain in his voice making it pretty obvious why he needed to get out now.
Jacob had been putting forth a good effort to seem sober, but Connor knew the signs by now. It didn’t bother him too much -- he wasn’t acting out or being disruptive, and it wasn’t like Connor disapproved of him drinking. He and Sage were there to have fun, after all. Everybody was entitled to indulge once in a while. He was a little buzzed himself throughout most of the night but it had largely worn off by the time they were heading home, leaving him with a bit of a headache. It was fully bearable as they dropped Sage off at home, and Connor was thinking he might even have a nightcap once they were back at the house to make sure he slept deeply.
He wasn’t terribly surprised when Jacob made his urgent request, but the sudden movement still startled him a tiny bit and he hit the brake harder than he meant to at first.. “Yeah, okay,” he murmured quickly as he stopped the car.
It wasn't graceful at all, puking at the side of the road, and Jacob felt miserable as he let out some of the mixed contents he'd been drinking all night. He took a moment to just stand outside the car and breathe after that, fumbling in his pocket for some breath mints that felt weirdly divine on his tongue after emptying his stomach. Connor might not be annoyed with him but he still felt like a tool since he hadn't been this drunk since some random nightclub in Portland and it felt weirdly juvenile.
He got in the car a few minutes later, settling into the passenger seat and popping another breath mint in his mouth. It was like candy at the moment, like fresh air packaged neatly into a pill and he loved it. "Rich people cocktails are dangerous," he said a little sullenly and even put up a pout as he looked at Connor, like he was the victim here and not the idiot who drank too much, too fast.
Connor undid his seat belt and leaned so he could watch Jacob while he was outside of the car. He was staying on his feet, so Connor wasn’t concerned enough about him to actually get out. At least not medically -- it was a small relief when his boy was safely back in the car. It was dark out, and they were in Point Pleasant, after all. Connor gave him a wry smile and reached over to stroke his hair a bit. “Yeah, they spring for the top shelf liquor, it’ll sneak up on you,” he murmured, chuckling faintly at Jacob’s expression. He looked cute when he was pouty, even just moments after throwing up. “Just let me know if you need to stop again.” Connor let off the brake to get them on their way again.
Jacob practically arched into the touch like a cat and then fumbled for the damn seat belt so that the car wouldn't start doing that annoying beeping sound at him, bitching and complaining about him not being strapped in. It took a few tries to get it to click and by the time it finally did, the beeping had already started and he shushed at it in vain attempt to make it stop. "I'm okay now," he said with a sleepy smile, reaching over to scratch lightly at Connor's arm. "And you're so pretty. Did I tell you how pretty you are?" He hummed happily, pinching the fabric of Connor's jacket between his fingers. "The prettiest."
That made Connor laugh softly, a warm feeling flooding his chest. “I don’t think you did but thank you,” he murmured, glancing over at Jacob with crinkled eyes. “I gotta disagree with the last part though -- I couldn’t have been the prettiest, because you were there too.” Cruising down the street in a straight line now, Connor moved one hand off the wheel to settle it on Jacob’s thigh and give a gentle squeeze. “I will accept ‘most dashingly handsome’ though. Did you have fun, baby?” He knew it wasn’t Jacob or Sage’s usual social scene, but he was happy that his boy had set that aside to come with him. Connor wanted Jacob fully in his life, and sometimes that included going to boring functions just to make an appearance, donate, and network.
Jacob let out a delighted snicker at the notion of being the prettiest and he'd always hated how people didn't seem to be able to use that word for men. He liked feeling pretty and he liked pretty things, it wasn't fair that this lovely word was barred from his existence by some dumb social rules. The way Connor deflected didn't make it sound like he hated being called pretty though so that was okay, he could be the most dashingly handsome and that fit him pretty well too. Jacob covered his hand with his own and pulled it up higher on his thigh, not all the way to his crotch but nearly, holding it there gently. "It was okay," he murmured in a tone that suggested he'd been surprised by that. It had been a little less stuffy than he expected and - more importantly - none of the cops had bothered him like he'd feared they would. "Would have been boring without you." Of course he wouldn't have gone without Connor in the first place but that went without saying.
Connor had been called a lot of things in his life, and ‘pretty’ was definitely on the better end of that spectrum, so he didn’t mind it at all. He was sure that Jacob was prettier than he was, at least by his understanding of the word, but all of that was subjective anyway. Connor got a warm little tingle in his stomach when Jacob pulled his hand up higher, and he gave another firm squeeze to his upper thigh. “It would’ve been boring for me without you too,” Connor assured him, glancing over again. It hadn’t been a function he thought Jacob would’ve gone to on his own, maybe not even when he was older, but Connor was glad he’d still gone, and brought Sage along so they could entertain each other a bit. “Thanks for coming with me,” he added in a murmur. “I won’t make you go to all of them. ... but you looked fantastic.”
Jacob preened a bit at the compliment, idly rubbing Connor's hand with his finger. "I'd go anywhere, anytime with you," he said almost stubbornly. A bunch of galas and fundraisers was nothing compared to what he would do for Connor, it was almost laughable to think of it as a chore. "I'd do anything for you," he added and he had probably told Connor that before, though he couldn't remember and was pretty sure he hadn't told him so meaningfully enough. It was a dangerous thing to say but Connor had more than earned his trust. "I think I would die for you. Is that creepy?" His words were a bit slurred and he wondered briefly if he was making Connor uncomfortable by rambling at him, or annoyed at him for losing control. "God I sound so drunk. I'm sorry I got so drunk."
Jacob had tried to convey how much he would do for Connor before, and it always made his chest ache even if he loved to hear it. There were countless things Connor would do for him too, now. Including leaving his parents to fend for themselves while the two of them ran away to a safer life together somewhere else. It was a thought that kept crossing Connor’s mind, but something kept holding him back. Something besides the fact that he’d just bought a house ... It wasn’t a decision to be made tonight, at least, so he pushed it away and chuckled at Jacob’s apology. “You’re not that drunk, you can still walk on your own,” Connor assured him. “Don’t apologize, I wanted you to have fun. And no, I don't think it’s creepy, personally. I would die for you too. I hope you know that.” Connor glanced over at his face, his hand tightening on Jacob’s leg again. “I would never ask that of you, of course.”
Jacob felt his chest tighten at those words. Did he know that? He didn't question Connor's love for him but he didn't want him to die for him either, he wasn't even sure he could live without him. "I don't want you to die for me," he murmured. "Except like little deaths, like in French. Orgasms. It's little death, right?" He laughed and leaned in closer to Connor but the damn seat belt wouldn't let him get as far as he wanted. "I love you so much it scares me sometimes and I think if you knew how much I loved you it'd scare you too, like it's too big and crazy but we've been through so much and you... You bought a house." He wanted to flop on him, but instead he hung in his seat belt and pressed Connor's hand more firmly down on his thigh. "Are we there yet?"
Hearing that the intensity of Jacob’s love might scare him gave Connor a weird tingle in his stomach. He didn’t know how accurate it was -- his boy could be dramatic, he had one of those artist souls, plus he was still so young and inexperienced -- but something about the words appealed to that part of him that wanted complete and utter devotion from his sub. Connor knew he couldn’t let that part of his psyche rule all of his decisions, but it wanted Jacob to be obsessed with him, wanted that love to fill his boy up and crowd out everything else. That wasn’t a functional way to live, of course, and not in Jacob’s best interest, which was his real priority ... but damn if it didn’t make his dick hard to think about. “You can’t scare me, love,” he murmured, and finally moved his hand where he really wanted it, cupping Jacob’s crotch through his pants. “We’re almost there, about five more minutes.”
Something shifted pleasantly inside Jacob when Connor moved his hand and that urge to take off the seat belt only intensified. He slipped it off his shoulder as a compromise and leaned over to brush his lips against Connor's face, trailing lazy little kisses along his jaw. "We could just pull over here," he murmured though he really had no idea where here was; the outside was dark and a little blurry and his entire focus was on Connor, the way his skin felt against his lips, the faint delicious smell of his cologne and his hand pressing down against Jacob's hardening cock. Five minutes seemed like an eternity with how intense and fast arousal seemed to be coming over him and the idea of getting a little naughty in the car was more than a little appealing.
If they lived in any other place, Connor would have been more inclined to agree with that suggestion. He was eager to fool around with Jacob too, but he wanted to be at home when they did it. The darkness of Point Pleasant at night had lost all of its charm quite a while ago, and he didn’t think he could fully relax in a parked car. “Not yet, my boy,” Connor murmured with a faint chuckle, giving his growing hardon a gentle squeeze. He was so responsive, even drunk, it turned Connor on that much more. Jacob’s mouth on his skin was making him tingle, too, but his paranoia still outweighed it all. They would be home and locked away safe soon enough. “Have some patience,” he cooed in the meantime. He kept his eyes on the road as he rubbed Jacob’s bulge -- if he was already this horny, Connor might as well rev him up even more before they got home.
Jacob let out a soft whine at that but then he closed his eyes and let himself enjoy that pressure on his cock. He wasn't thinking about creepy things tonight anymore than he was thinking of not disturbing their neighbors, his world was limited to the small space in the front seat of the car, his focus on Connor and how much he wanted him. "Are we there yet?" he asked about a minute later, his voice husky with need, his breath warm and a bit minty against Connor's cheek. He was still holding onto Connor's hand, grinding up against it and brushing his fingers along his wrist. He wanted more of that friction, wanted Connor's hand under his clothes, wanted all of Connor's attention even if he was still aware they were driving so he couldn't distract him too much.
Feeling Jacob writhing next to him, cock bulging against Connor’s palm, and listening to his heavy breaths so close to his ear made Connor question whether he was being too paranoid about parking. It would be nothing to pull over and unzip his pants to let Jacob have a taste of him. But Connor knew that was just his hormones talking, and it would be best to get home before any of that. “Almost,” he breathed back to Jacob, squeezing him through his clothes a bit tighter. “What do you want me to do to you when we get there?” Connor could very well guess, and there was plenty he could think of himself, but if Jacob wanted anything in particular, now was his chance to express it. Meanwhile, Connor slowed the car down to turn into their neighborhood.
"Touch me," Jacob murmured and while that wasn't very specific, in his mind it still felt like it was. He wanted Connor's hands on him without clothes in the way and with how good his hand felt on him now he didn't even think he needed a lot to be satisfied, a handjob might suffice, if he didn't start feeling greedier once they got to the house. "How 'bout I show you when we get home," he added with a lazy little smile, amused at how he sounded like he had the first clue what he wanted. There was no complicated plan, just touch and be touched, kiss Connor as soon as he didn't need to keep his eyes on the road, wrap himself around him until it felt like their bodies were merging. "But you know you can do whatever you want with me."
“Oh I know,” Connor replied with a deep chuckle. Specific or not, being touched was a clear desire he could fulfill -- he never got tired of touching his boy. Especially when he was like this, horny and squirmy with need. Connor managed to get the car into the garage and thrown into park before his willpower completely cracked. The instant he could, he undid his seat belt and twisted his body toward Jacob, one hand coming up to catch the back of his neck. Connor pulled him into a kiss, instantly deep and hungry as he groped the boy’s crotch with his other palm. As the garage door lowered behind them, he felt safer letting his guard down to indulge in fooling around, and he wasn’t quite ready to do all that pesky walking to get inside.
Jacob didn't even realize they were home until they were suddenly inside the garage and the door was closing behind them. He didn't really have time to process what that meant before Connor was kissing him and he fumbled blindly for the seat belt clasp, freeing himself at last so that he could move even closer to Connor. He'd always loved how spacious this car was but he was drunk and uncoordinated tonight so it didn't feel as easy as he thought it would to move and straddle Connor's lap. He did it anyway, feeling kind of proud of himself as he crammed his knee between Connor's thigh and the door without hurting himself but maybe he'd wake up with bruises the next day, he didn't care. He didn't even hit the horn with his butt so that was a win in his book as he draped himself over Connor and continued kissing him greedily.
As Jacob climbed over, Connor reached down for the seat adjuster and pushed his seat back to make more room. Then he made it recline enough to let him really feel Jacob’s weight against him. His hands slid down Jacob’s back to grasp his ass through those nice pants, rocking his hips up against his boy. Going inside would surely be more sensible and comfortable, but Connor didn’t give a shit. He wanted Jacob just as much as the other way around. Connor groaned softly against his mouth as his arousal spiked higher, his cock fully hard now under the layers of cloth between them. Seeing as how Connor had a dignified reputation to uphold, the two of them didn’t fool around in the car much because it was so risky, but now that they were in a private place, he was realizing how fucking hot it was.
Dress pants and fancy fabrics weren't exactly fun to Jacob on a daily basis, but he had to admit that it was far sexier to rub himself against Connor in those kinds of clothes than it was to do so in jeans. The fabric was so much finer and he could feel more of Connor through it as he found the right spot to really grind against him. Growing up gay and traumatized in a small town had meant that making out in cars had never been part of his sexual awakening and that just made this all the hotter, especially since neither of them was a clueless virgin anymore so there was none of that awkward groping involved. "You should bend me over the hood of this car sometime," he moaned into the kiss, fumbling with Connor's shirt to get at least some of the buttons undone. "I've never been fucked on the hood of a car."
Connor gave a low grunt of aroused agreement, his hands coming around to start working on getting Jacob’s pants undone. “I’ll fuck you all over this car,” he breathed as he loosened Jacob’s belt. There wasn’t any lube in the car or the garage -- something Connor supposed he would have to remedy now -- so the vehicular fucking might not happen tonight, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t fool around. Connor kissed him hungrily again as he unzipped Jacob’s pants and delved his hand inside to find his boy’s cock. There was still some fabric in the way, but it was like digging through layers of tissue paper to find the present underneath, and Connor let out a soft sound as he wrapped his fingers around hot, hard flesh. “I was watching you earlier, at the thing, thinking about how I would try to pick you up, if you weren’t already mine,” he murmured, nipping Jacob's lip.
Those words thrilled Jacob more than he could say. He had pursued Connor and sometimes he felt like he'd just gotten lucky that Connor had spared him a glance. Imagining being pursued by him instead was like fuel on his fire and with Connor's hand on his cock, warm and firm, it made him moan. "Would have been so easy for you," he breathed and that wasn't a lie, he was sure he would have yielded to Connor's every whim even if he knew nothing about him, but that was easy to say when he was already so damn in love with him. He did remember how he had felt when he first saw him, when his friend pointed him out as the man who had complimented her rope work on Jacob. He'd been hungry for him ever since and was pretty sure he would have straight up died from bliss if Connor had actually tried to pick him up at some party. "There were too many people," he added. "I so wanted to meet you in the bathroom again."
Even though Connor hadn’t picked up Jacob at that BDSM party, he’d noticed him. The lovely rope work had helped draw his attention, of course, but it was those big beautiful sleepy eyes and smirky little smile and lithe body that had made him memorable. Knowing what Connor knew now about their compatibility, imagining what would have happened if he had tried to take Jacob home that night gave him pleasant tingles. Would their chemistry have been the same? The thought of Jacob falling to his knees for Connor right off the bat in that club made his cock ache under his boy’s weight. With a low soft sound, he pushed up against him as he gave Jacob’s cock a couple of light strokes. “Would you leave your friend to fend for himself at a party just to have my cock in your mouth?” he murmured, his voice almost a purr. “You crave me that much, my pretty little slut?”
The answer to that was an absolute yes and Jacob didn't care if that made him a dick. "My friends are pretty independent," he moaned, his mouth watering at the thought of sucking Connor off, even if he'd have been a stranger in that scenario. "I'd give up anything to have your cock in my mouth." He could feel Connor's erection through the thin layers of clothing and he pressed down against it, wishing he had more room to move so he could slide down to the floor and suck him off right there. At the same time Connor's hand felt too good on his cock and that made him not want to go anywhere and he kept bucking slowly into his grip, grinding down against him. "Would you have let me?"
Connor was thinking more about both of them disappearing into the country club bathroom for a while, but either scenario was hot as hell, and Jacob’s answer sent fresh lust coursing through him. He loved hearing stuff like that from his boy in the heat of the moment. “How could I resist these lips,” he murmured in answer, moving his free hand up to Jacob’s mouth. Connor brushed his thumb over that full bottom lip before he slipped it further in. There wasn’t enough room for Jacob to suck on his cock, so his fingers would have to do for now. He gave a pleasured sigh and let his head fall back against the seat as he stroked Jacob’s hard dick and slowly finger-fucked his mouth. “Would you suck another man’s cock for me?” he whispered. “If I felt generous enough to share you?”
The question sent a jolt through Jacob and it was hard to not find the idea hot as hell even if it made him feel a little apprehensive. Maybe even because it made him feel apprehensive and he had to wonder if Connor would ever actually do that. He couldn't imagine sucking somebody else's cock, had a hard time imagining what that someone would be like but the idea was undeniably hot anyway as he thought of Connor watching him do that - maybe even guiding him or, better yet, fucking him during. He didn't nod right away, taking a moment to consider it as he twirled his tongue around Connor's finger and gently sucked on it. Eventually he did nod faintly, giving Connor a somewhat curious look. Would Connor want that? Would he like that? It was fantasy at the moment but they'd talked about similar things before and it wasn't hard to imagine it coming true some day.
Connor had no idea yet if that scenario would ever be more than an occasional fantasy that passed through his mind during lust-filled moments like this. Most of the time he felt fiercely possessive of Jacob, but damn if it wasn’t arousing to think about watching him suck someone else off while Connor filled up his ass. He didn’t know who he would trust enough to participate, but it was easiest to imagine James McCarthy in the role, since he was the only kinky friend Connor knew he had here. Or maybe Sage -- he liked the idea of having both of them subbing for him. Maybe the point wasn’t actually doing it, but knowing that Jacob would do it if Connor wanted it. How hot was that? “Yeah?” he murmured, his heated gaze still on Jacob’s face. “I bet you would look so pretty with your mouth and ass both stuffed. Trapped between two cocks, nowhere to go ...” Connor could just imagine the noises he would make. He let Jacob suck on his fingers for another few beats, then pulled his hand away to smear saliva onto Jacob’s cock to stroke him with more purpose.
Jacob's stomach twisted at the words and that only made his cock ache more in Connor's grip and he let out a little whine when Connor stopped touching him. Thankfully it was only for a brief moment and then it was just better and faster, letting him skate closer to the edge and buck needily into Connor's grip. "I'd do that for you," he moaned and he'd be lying if the idea didn't fan the flames in his current state of mind, the way Connor described it filled him with that delicious helpless feeling and he could so easily imagine being in that position, used by two men, maybe even more. "I'd do anything for you," he breathed before kissing Connor again, hungry for something - anything - in his mouth again.
That declaration added to the friction Jacob was creating against his trapped erection was almost enough to make him come right then and there. It was definitely a power trip to know he could talk his boy into anything he wanted. It also gave him fierce feelings of protection -- if he’d been a worse dom, a worse person, he could ruin this boy’s whole life, but all Connor wanted to do was take care of him. And if that care someday involved drowning Jacob in blissful subspace by spit-roasting him with another man, then that was okay as long as everybody was consenting and enjoying themselves. Maybe the reality wouldn’t be as good, but for now it was fun to think about. Connor groaned and kissed Jacob deeply, giving him his tongue to suck on while he kept stroking his needy cock, careful not to push him too close to the edge. This was just the appetizer. “Say you’re mine,” he mumbled into the kiss.
"I'm yours," Jacob moaned and it felt immeasurably good to be able to say that and fully mean it because he trusted Connor so absolutely. He idly wondered if he should warn Connor before he made him come all over his expensive clothes because he felt close, even if Connor was taking care not to let him finish. "Only yours," he added instead before pressing their lips together greedily for more kissing and tongue-sucking. He didn't care that this position wasn't particularly comfortable and that his knee was pressed against the uneven parts of the car door, all he cared about was Connor and the way his body felt against his own, making him reel with pleasure.
Maybe it was contradictory to be turned on thinking about sharing Jacob, then even more turned on hearing Jacob belonged to only him ... but desires didn’t always make sense, did they? Connor’s body was getting more and more restless, dry humping Jacob was not feeling like nearly enough anymore, his boy’s noises and hungry movements driving him crazy in the best way. Connor wanted to fuck him -- no, needed to fuck him -- but they were not in a great position for it. He pulled his mouth away from Jacob’s with real effort, dragging in a ragged breath as he let go of Jacob’s cock. “Get out,” he directed, his voice raw. “Bend over the hood.”
Jacob was momentarily startled by the first order but the second cleared it all up and a rush went through him at just how fucking hot that sounded. "Yes, sir," he breathed with a crooked little smile as he fumbled for the door handle and pushed the door open. He managed not to tumble out of there though his balance left a lot to be desired as he climbed off Connor and out into the garage. They'd had sex in pretty much all the rooms of this house already but never in here and there was something so raw and dirty about it, Jacob was pretty sure he wouldn't last more than a minute - whatever Connor decided to do to him. He made his way to the front of the car, smoothing his hands over the hood as he leaned over it, listening to Connor's footsteps as he followed.
Grateful that Jacob didn’t face-plant onto the garage concrete, Connor climbed out behind him, nudging the car door shut to stop the annoying dinging sound. The overhead light was kind of harsh and the garage smelled like a garage, but that added to his arousal somehow, like they were about to fuck somewhere genuinely dirty. Jacob looked so good already, bent over the hood of his car, and Connor’s cock was eager to escape as he unzipped his pants to take it out. He stepped up behind his boy and hooked his fingers into Jacob’s pants to yank them down further in the back, exposing his ass. He pushed the back of Jacob’s nice shirt up to get it out of the way and smoothed his hand over his lower back before he gave one side of his ass a sharp little smack. “You little fucking tease,” he murmured, his tone making it a compliment. Connor spit liberally into his hand and slicked up his cock, the skin hot and sensitive under his own touch. He moved in closer to rub the head of it against Jacob’s ass. “You’re about to get what you were asking for.”
Jacob had - a long time ago - sometimes fantasized about being pulled over and used like this by a cop, before he actually had to deal with the police for real. This reminded him of those fantasies and he felt cheap and hot and filthy but in a way that was palatable to him. "Fuck," he whispered when he felt Connor's cock and wiggled his ass against it, eager for it, like a fucking slut. A part of him wanted to say no, to plead with Connor not to fuck him just to feel overpowered and used, but it was hard to fake non-consent when he was so horny he felt like he was coming undone. "Please," he said instead and it could mean anything: please stop, please hurry, please wait, please fuck me. It did mean anything and everything in that moment and the cool hood against his cock did nothing to thwart his erection.
He was always begging for something, wasn’t he? Connor had gotten addicted to those quiet pleas from Jacob, that soft ‘please’ that was so easy to read into however he wanted but still meant so much. He wouldn’t have minded if Jacob wanted to do a little consent play, but knowing just how badly his boy was gagging for it was also a powerful turn on. Jacob wanted him so bad he was willing to get fucked in a filthy garage on the hood of a car, when they had access to an entire house mere feet away. But he was a slut for Connor, and that was hot. Connor didn’t make him wait, just as hungry for it, and he pushed his cock into Jacob’s ass without an abundance of patience. Maybe he was feeling a bit sadistic tonight, maybe it was the drinks, or maybe he just needed to be balls deep in his boy as soon as possible, or some combination of all three. Connor took hold of Jacob’s hips to hold his ass tight against him once he’d filled him up, a low groan escaping his throat.
It hurt a little without proper preparation and adequate lubrication but that was just what Jacob was in the mood for and he keened a soft 'no' as Connor filled him up, pawing at the metal underneath him. It was a word that felt good in his mouth and he knew Connor knew him well enough by now not to worry about it. He sure as hell didn't seem like he might worry, obviously in a rougher mood himself and Jacob felt deliciously pinned underneath him and like he wouldn't get far even if he struggled to. Physically he felt like he might come from this alone, without his cock getting much friction and without needing much time, he was so turned on and a little dizzy, his cock dripping precum and twitching against his stomach.
The polar opposite of worry, that tiny word sent a rush of heat through Connor. He knew it wasn’t a hard no, and it made him glad yet again that they had rules and a safeword in place, because he wanted to hear it again. He wanted to hear it and ignore it and maybe rub it in Jacob’s face a little, if he really started to put up a fuss. For the moment, it was difficult to clearly think about anything except how good that squeeze around his cock was, and how pretty Jacob looked against the car like that. “Yes,” he breathed, pushing his hand into the middle of Jacob’s back to keep him down. Not that he was going anywhere anyway, but it was hot to feel tight muscle under his palm. Connor re-wet his free fingers to get some more spit into the mix, then started thrusting -- only the first few had any caution in them. He was in the mood to take Jacob, so that was what he planned to do.
A sharp thrill went right to Jacob's stomach at Connor's response and the thrusts dragged a low keening moan out of him. "Wait," he gasped as he reached back, fumbling for Connor's hip. "Wait, stop." The words felt like they were punched out of him and at this point his balls felt so tight and heavy that he was sure that if Connor would actually listen and stop, he'd die from the lack of release. God, the pressure on his back and the feeling of Connor's cock as he really started pounding him were like a fucking aphrodisiac and despite his words his moans were getting more frantic and needy, his body tense and shivering, eagerly taking what Connor was giving him.
Part of Connor’s mind was removed and alert, listening to Jacob closely for any real sign of distress, since safewords could be forgotten in the heat of the moment. But he didn’t see or feel anything that said Jacob truly wanted him to stop. Without giving it much thought, Connor grabbed for that groping arm, caught it by the wrist, and pinned it behind Jacob’s back. He used the grip for even more leverage, pulling Jacob back into his thrusts. “Fuck,” he grunted, fucking into Jacob hard and fast now while the pleasure-knot in his stomach twisted tighter and tighter. “This is my ass, boy. Fucking take it.” The words came out almost as a growl, and Connor leaned more pressure against Jacob’s captive wrist.
There was a twinge of pain, just enough to heighten everything already going on within Jacob, and those words were the final straw, snapping his resolve and stripping him of control over his body. He was lost to the sensation and the fantasy, his protests now non-verbal keens as his body came hard, jerking and shaking beneath Connor. He let his forehead thud down on the hood of the car, going limp as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, every thrust of Connor's cock hitting that sweet spot inside him until it was almost unbearable in the best way possible. Even spent, he wasn't sure he wanted Connor to stop using him, still reeling in that sub space that felt more like being prey than a submissive, a place he knew wasn't good for him in the long run but fuck if it wasn't good to get that release every so often.
If Connor wasn’t so intimately familiar with Jacob’s body and all the beautiful ways it reacted to stimuli, he might have been a little concerned by his orgasm. As it was, it only served to intensify Connor’s pleasure, knowing that Jacob was completely out of his mind with ecstasy ... and maybe a little pain sprinkled on top of it. The way his body gave up and relaxed put even more fire in Connor’s belly, and he kept fucking him hard and fast, the tension in him building and building until he couldn’t take any more either. He let go of Jacob’s wrist and grabbed his slim hips again, holding tight and pulling him back into those last pounding thrusts, a deep guttural cry coming out of him as his own body shuddered. His head fell back against his neck as he emptied himself into Jacob, still pushing his cock in deep until the very last throb.
Jacob's brain felt like cotton and he stayed slumped like that for a few moments, breathing harshly and focusing on the most random sensations he could feel like the metal against his skin and the slight stinging in his eyes. He hadn't moved his arm much after Connor let it go but gradually let his hand slide down until he was touching Connor again, his skin so hot compared to the car Jacob just wanted to melt into it. He didn't touch much, just let his fingers rest against Connor's stomach, only giving them a little twitch every so often. Among everything else, he felt so grateful that Connor hadn't stopped, that he'd played along and been in the right mood for this. Most of all he was grateful this was Connor though, that things wouldn't get weird now, that he wouldn't just pull out and leave Jacob by himself to feel dumb and cheap for letting himself be used. Instead he felt sated and safe, owned and used in a good way.
It was bliss for those few moments, and Connor stayed inside of Jacob for a long moment while he caught his breath, enjoying the tiny twitches from both of their bodies as everything wound down again, one hand sliding down to cover his boy’s fingers. Jacob looked wrecked in the best sort of way, still lost in subspace, and Connor wished he could just gather him up in his arms to carry him inside and put him to bed. Unfortunately, he didn’t have that sort of strength. He smoothed his hands over Jacob’s lower back in a soothing way, then carefully pulled his cock free and tucked it away. “C’mere, my love,” he murmured as he reached for Jacob to gently pull him upright again. Connor wanted to hold him for a bit, then get his clothes straightened enough to get him inside and comfortable.
It was a little disorienting to stand up again but Connor was there like a rock to lean on and Jacob shuffled around to face him, feeling a bit like a doll as Connor fixed his clothes. The aftercare was never part of his darker fantasies which always evaporated completely once he actually climaxed but it felt good and helped him regain his equilibrium. He didn't mind not being carried, slowly coming around even if he still felt a bit spacey and he watched Connor with a deep sense of love while he fixed him up. He idly thought they needed to clean his cum off the car and then wondered if it was bad for the paint job. It seemed like such a tomorrow problem and he wasn't about to do a damn thing but tumble into bed at this point so he let that thought go off on its own into the cosmos, focusing again on the here and now and the beautiful man standing in front of him.
Connor wasn’t worried about the mess on the car, he could take care of that in the morning. Jacob was his priority, as always. He got his pants up enough to button, but didn’t bother with much else. They would be coming off again momentarily, anyway. He straightened up and cupped the side of Jacob’s face with his free hand, gazing into those lovely hazy eyes for a moment. “You’re the fucking best,” he murmured to his boy, leaning in to kiss him softly. “And I love you so goddamn much.” Connor nuzzled his nose against Jacob’s, then put his arm around his shoulders to gently turn him so they could shuffle into the house. “Let’s head for bed, huh? I wanna hold you while I fall asleep.”
Jacob smiled and inhaled deeply at the kiss and as they started moving it seemed to jolt him into a more mindful space and he found his voice again. "I love you so much," he murmured, reaching up to brush their fingers together as he walked. "I had such a good time tonight. You're amazing." His words were a little slurred and it wasn't just the alcohol but more an overall dazed feeling that had him dead tired now. He just knew he'd sleep like the dead through the night and he honestly couldn't wait. His body was pleasantly sore and spent and Connor's hands felt like they kept him steady as they wandered through the house.
Connor tried to make sure he didn’t stumble, even if he wasn’t feeling the most stable himself at the moment. Between all the liquor and the fantastic sex, he was a little wobbly and a lot tired himself. But he would try to take care of Jacob with every last ounce of energy he had, he knew that in his bones now. “I’m so glad,” Connor murmured with a blissful smile. Jacob had deserved a night of all the fun he could stand, and it seemed like they’d accomplished that for him. It made Connor happy to know he was happy. Neither of them were thrilled to climb the stairs, however, and Connor gave a groan of protest about halfway up. “Gonna install a fucking elevator,” he muttered, then huffed a laugh out through his nose. “How decadent would that be?”
"Oh my God, so decadent," Jacob giggled and before he knew it he was sitting down, gazing up at Connor with a face splitting smile. "If we got like one of those wall elevator chair things, like old people use? We could fuck on that while going up the stairs." That was hilarious and his giggle started turning into more of a laugh. "Or we could move the bedroom downstairs." He didn't want that, not really, but while this drunk it suddenly made sense to him to not ever have to climb stairs again. "But I like the elevator chair more."
That mental image made Connor bark out some laughter of his own, picturing the two of them awkwardly humping on a plastic chair while it slowly whirred its way up the steps. “Home improvement plans for the future,” he told Jacob with a lazy grin. He bent down to kiss his forehead, then pulled him to his feet again. They still had more stairs to go and a whole hallway to traverse before they got the reward of bed at the end. “There’s my boy,” he murmured, holding onto Jacob while they got their balance again and started to climb some more. “Your bedroom’s always gonna be elevated, if I get a say in it.” It was a weird metric for providing a good house for him, but that was what was stuck in his head now. “And have a bathroom attached.”
Jacob wasn't sure what he meant by that, just that it sounded kind of dream-like and he liked it. Some fuzzy part of his brain suggested it probably meant safety and that made sense, especially in a place like this. "I always feel elevated with you," he said warmly but then laughed again because it just brought to mind the dumb stair lift idea he'd had. "Elevator or no elevator," he clarified and it felt kind of nice to stumble along with Connor and lean into him every now and then. He was still more than a little grateful when they got up the last step and didn't have to climb any more. "So you're always gonna take care of me?" he asked with a little grin, slinging his arm around Connor's waist and gazing up at him.
Connor draped his arm over Jacob’s shoulders and escorted him down the hall toward their bedroom. His words might not have been completely clear, but Jacob seemed to understand anyway, and that was what mattered. Connor flashed him a bright, half-drunk smile. “‘Til my dying day, if you’ll let me,” he murmured, his steps wavering just a bit as he smooched Jacob’s forehead. Maybe it was a big declaration, but that’s how he felt, and he wanted his boy to know it. What had started out as a passing fancy in the beginning, something to keep him occupied here besides his parents, had become one of the most significant relationships of his life, and Connor didn’t want to give it up any time soon. At the bedroom door, he stopped them and turned Jacob by the shoulders to start stripping him down to go in.
Jacob made a halfhearted attempt at helping with the clothes but stopped when he more got in the way and let Connor take care of all the buttons. So many buttons and he really wasn't used to wearing things like this, most of his usual clothes just t-shirts and jeans. "I'll take care of you when you get old," he murmured. "If you let me." He couldn't really imagine Connor that old so it was more of a tease but who the hell knew what could happen in the future. He just knew he wasn't going anywhere unless Connor told him to and maybe that was unrealistic thinking but he wholly believed it. He'd never thought he could feel this way about someone and whenever he tried to imagine his life without Connor, all he saw was darkness.
He didn’t like to think about becoming incapacitated-old, though Connor knew that was preferable to dying young. At his age, he was just much closer to staring down that particular barrel, and thinking about going through the ravages of old age in front of Jacob was vaguely embarrassing. He was sure he would feel differently about it if they made it that far, still comfortably in love and dedicated to each other, but for now he didn’t want to dwell on it or even joke about changing diapers. He tossed Jacob’s clothing over his shoulder as he took it off, crouching briefly to tug his pants and underwear down so he could step out of them. “I’ll make sure you’re financially set up for life, if we get to that point,” he murmured as he straightened up. Connor leaned in to kiss his forehead. “Gonna give you a good life, even if I’m drooling in the corner.”
Jacob leaned against the door frame as he stepped out of the clothes, not trusting his balance and for good reason. He felt like crying when Connor spoke again, it just felt so big and he wasn't so sure he deserved that kind of thing. "I'd love you if we lived in a cardboard box," he told him as he wrapped his arms around him and buried his face against his chest. Sure, the luxury helped, but it was so much more than Jacob had ever even dreamed of. He was used to renting rooms in shitty apartments with at least two roommates and too many people coming and going. Point Pleasant was cheaper so he'd had a nicer room at Holly's house with more privacy but that was as good as it got for him, or so he'd thought. There was also that small nagging fear that Connor might one day think he only loved him because of the financial stability and Jacob knew he could never stay with someone for money alone, he just didn't know how to make sure Connor was sure of that too.
Connor didn’t hesitate to wrap both arms around his boy and hug him tight. He was slightly drunk himself, and now that they’d gotten the fucking out of the way, his own emotions were close to the surface, and his throat felt too thick. “I know that,” he mumbled against Jacob’s hair, giving him a gentle squeeze. He didn’t think for a second that Jacob was just after his money or something. Providing for him was just part of Connor’s compulsion to take care of him. It fulfilled him in a way that was hard to explain to other people. He thought that even if he and Jacob split up for some reason, Connor would still make sure he was taken care of, at least for a while. He would never put anybody he cared about out on the street, and he didn’t want Jacob to fear that possibility. Now just probably wasn’t the time to talk about all those details. Connor stroked his fingers through Jacob’s hair and kissed his head a few more times. “I adore you, my sweet boy. I love taking care of you, in any way.”
"You're good at that. You make me feel safe," Jacob mumbled and he was content to just stand there for a minute, holding on to Connor and being held while he swallowed down that slight lump in his throat. "And I really liked tonight," he said after a while as he pulled back enough to look up at Connor. "All of it. I needed that." Before he met Connor he'd never really thought much about things like how a dom could have a drop too, but it suddenly felt important to make sure Connor knew the brief and spontaneous play they'd had was exactly what he'd wanted. "Thanks for not stopping."
It made Connor feel like his chest was glowing to hear that he made Jacob feel safe. That was a big part of what he wanted to do, how he wanted their relationship to be. He was happy to linger there and bask in that feeling for as long as Jacob wanted to. He got another happy pang at the reassurance about the sex, and Connor smiled as he stroked his hands against the sides of Jacob’s face. He hadn’t doubted Jacob’s enjoyment, since he’d left the evidence all over the hood of Connor’s car, but it was always good to get that verbal confirmation. “I needed it too, I think,” he murmured. “You’re welcome. You know how to stop me if I ever cross that line, right? Please never hesitate.”
"I'll tell you it's surreal," Jacob replied and he'd never felt the need to use that word so he sometimes had to stop and remind himself what word he'd actually chosen. He had a feeling, with the way they played, that he'd never actually have to use it. He could just use Connor's name, tell him he was serious or tell him what exactly what was wrong. "I don't think you will though, but I promise I'll use it if I need to." He hesitated for a moment, peering at Connor as he considered it. "If you need to stop, that's okay too." He felt silly saying it, Connor probably already knew, but it still felt important to put it out there, even if he never did it again.
Connor nodded at the safeword, always keen to take any opportunity to remind them both of what it was. It should be ingrained into their minds almost like an instinct -- especially his, since he was the one responsible for reacting appropriately to it. They didn’t usually get into heavy enough consent play for him to truly worry that he wouldn’t be able to tell Jacob’s good reactions from bad, but it was still good to have that safety net. The reassurance made him smile and he nodded again. “I appreciate that. If I ever need to, I’ll let you know,” he said. He dipped in to kiss Jacob’s lips again, then took his hand to lead him into the bedroom. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up and ready for bed.”
Jacob followed him happily even if he would have preferred to go straight to bed. They were both a mess and it'd be a shame to soil the freshly changed sheets on the bed already. It was the thought of crawling into a clean bed that motivated him to actually make it to the bathroom but he hadn't fully abandoned the topic at hand. "I'm pretty sure you can think of anything that's super unsexy as a safeword," he murmured and pulled his clothes off Connor's shoulder to put them in the laundry bin. "Like if I ever tell you I have a cramp... That's not a kink." He wrinkled his nose and grinned. "I might say you're hurting me without meaning it but if I say 'ow' it's probably real." It was easier to ramble about kinks when he was drunk and it made him want to be drunk more often, more open about things even if he was a little drowsy.
He laughed a bit as he started to strip his own clothes off and dump them in the hamper. “Muscle cramps don’t make you come?” Connor asked, like that was the craziest thing he’d ever heard. He shook his head, muttered “weirdo,” then couldn’t help but grin at Jacob. “Duly noted. The thing about ow is that some people like the ow, so ... how much ow do you like? Is the question.” He wasn’t exactly asking Jacob at the moment, because Connor thought he had a pretty good sense of it, but ... if his boy wanted more spice on anything, he was willing to accommodate him. Connor ambled over to the shower to turn it on and let it get hot, glad to be home and out of his clothes.
"I do like the ow," Jacob said with a grin. "But I won't say 'ow', it's not one of my..." He flapped his arms a little as he tried to think of a way to put it. "Words that feel good." He had to roll his eyes at that because he was sure there was a more succinct way to say it, he just couldn't think of it tonight. "But yeah, I don't really know how much. You haven't pushed too far and I- it depends on my mood." He could have taken more tonight, if Connor had wanted to give more, but it had been kind of perfect as it was so he wasn't about to ask for more only to risk it being not what he really wanted.
‘Words that feel good’ made perfect sense to Connor, but he tittered anyway because it was a cute way to put it. Grinning, he snagged Jacob’s wrist to gently pull him into the shower with him as he stepped in, then nudged the glass door shut behind them. “Well if you ever get in the mood for more ow, you just let me know,” he murmured as he pulled his boy close for a moment under the spray. It was tiring to still be on his feet, but the hot water felt really good already. “We can explore it. Anything you want.” There were lines that Connor wouldn’t cross, hard limits for himself, but he doubted Jacob would want to dive into those darkest corners either. And those caveats were boring to make when he was thinking about pretty pain noises and how pink Jacob’s ass got from a firmer spanking.
When Jacob wanted pain, he wasn't sure he could ask for it so maybe he needed to come up with an anti-safeword for that, something that said 'stop' but meant 'more'. That was not a decision to be made in his current state as made evident by how he seemed to blank out on which words would be good to start with so he tucked that idea away for later. When the hot water hit, he didn't think at all for a few seconds; all sensory, no rationale. He groaned quietly and dipped his head under the water, letting the hot stream hit the back of his neck as water dripped down his face, gluing his hair to his cheek and forehead. "I think I might just sleep here," he mumbled after a moment but he knew that once Connor left and there was no warm body to lean against, he'd quickly change his mind.
Connor chuckled as he slowly rubbed Jacob’s back, enjoying the hot spray quite a bit himself. His muscles were achy and his feet were tired, but standing there with his arm around Jacob still felt pretty damn close to bliss. “Don’t tempt me,” he murmured. “Come on, let’s get clean so we can lie down. I’m old, you know. I can’t party like you young men anymore.” Connor flashed Jacob a grin as he reached for the soap. He started to wash his boy first, just using his soaped up hands to clean off Jacob’s groin and stomach, then around to his ass. Connor dipped his head to kiss his shoulder as he rubbed gently.
It felt good and kind of arousing in a very sleepy way that Jacob didn't feel the need to take further and he reveled in being pampered for a bit, stifling a yawn as he leaned one shoulder against the cool tile of the shower wall. "I would've fallen asleep by the front door if you hadn't been with me," he murmured and it was proving to be a chore to keep his eyes open now so he didn't feel too guilty about not returning the favor. He'd do a poor job of cleaning Connor or himself so it was okay to let Connor take care of them both. The hot water was just making him sleepier and he didn't feel like he was sobering up. "Those cocktails packed a punch," he added with a smile, watching Connor with a little smile as he washed himself.
He didn’t mind taking care of himself once Jacob was rinsed off, and Connor did so quickly. “We’ll be in bed soon enough,” he murmured, more than ready to be there himself. He finished up and turned off the water, then grabbed towels to dry them off. Jacob looked ready to drop at any moment, so Connor tried to keep up the brisk pace. Finally, they were clean and dry and the two of them could slide in between the cool sheets. With a sigh of genuine relief, Connor settled in, already reaching for Jacob to pull him in closer.
It felt even more heavenly than Jacob had thought it would and he curled in against Connor, pressing little kisses on his shoulder before slumping down to relax. "I love you," he whispered and then, within seconds, he was out like a light, falling into a soothing and well deserved sleep, his body relaxed and content after a good night. It was nights like these when it was easy to forget all the bad things in the world, where nothing really mattered except the warm body next to him and how sweet it felt to let go of his waking thoughts.