Jacob Keller (bodyonthetracks) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2022-07-16 00:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | #july 2018, connor, connor x jacob, jacob |
Who: Jacob and Connor
When: morning, Sunday, July 1
Where: Their home, Winthrop Drive
Warning: Turns NSFW
By the time his overnight shift was over, Connor was mentally exhausted. After Wilkes had left, taking his mystery slugs with him, Connor had thrown himself into treating the mundane maladies the two young adults had sustained in their car crash. He’d been relieved to learn once the scans came back that they’d avoided any major injuries, and everything he found had routine, straightforward treatments. There was no more sign of the worms anywhere. It had been soothing to get into that rhythm of making rational decisions again. It helped Connor push everything into the back of his mind, where he didn’t have to deal with trying to make sense of any of it.
Unfortunately, driving home didn’t require enough attention to keep all of those insane questions at bay. If the memory wasn’t so raw and immediate, Connor wouldn’t have believed what he’d seen. None of it had made medical sense as he knew it, and what had Wilkes said? The kids had gone somewhere they weren’t supposed to and been infected? Some sort of waste site maybe, with mutated slugs? The memory of seeing dozens of slithering shapes underneath Jules’s skin kept coming back to him, nightmarish and stark. God. The sun was coming up, but Connor wasn’t sure he would be able to sleep for a while. He just wanted to be home.
Connor did his best to be quiet as he unlocked the side door and let himself in. It was still very early and Jacob was probably asleep, which might be for the best. Connor had no idea how to start talking about any of this. He got his shoes off and shuffled to the kitchen to make himself something to drink. It was his ‘evening’ even if it was technically morning, and he felt like he needed something to settle his nerves.
Despite how many times Connor had told Jacob that he did not need to wait up for him, it just sort of happened anyway. Connor always texted him when he knew what time he'd be leaving the hospital and while Jacob sometimes slept, it didn't feel like a full immersive sleep until Connor was home. He was lucky in that he liked keeping weird hours and often stayed up late anyway working on a commission. Connor had made sure he didn't have to be anywhere else for work so it didn't really matter to him if his sleep was all over the place. He'd dozed on the couch tonight, wide awake as soon as the text came in and after that he'd gone to the study to draw some more.
When he heard the car pull in he got up and rushed downstairs, putting water in the kettle just in case Connor wanted tea before they went to sleep. He'd just barely gotten it started when Connor walked in and so he walked over to greet him. It wasn't unusual for Connor to look tired after a shift like this so he didn't really see anything amiss as he leaned in to kiss him good morning. "Tea?" he murmured right before his lips touched Connor's.
Jacob was always a welcome sight, but Connor felt it much more keenly this morning. He was selfishly glad his boy was up and moving around, even if he didn’t feel capable at all of really describing what he’d seen and what it was doing to his mind. As Jacob came in for a kiss, Connor slipped his arms around him to pull him in close. He kept the kiss brief, but held Jacob against him in a firm hug and closed his eyes for a moment. “Just ... stay here a minute,” he mumbled, hoping that Jacob wouldn’t ask too many questions about why too quickly. Connor just needed to cling to him for a little while and try to feel more grounded.
Jacob knew by now not to ask though he didn't always remember. Connor would tell him if something was weighing on his mind but often times hospital business was private and working in a hospital in general was exhausting. It wasn't the first time Connor clung to him after a shift and it wouldn't be the last time. He was more than happy to stay right there, hugging Connor back, lightly rubbing his thumbs against his back. Connor felt tense against him and Jacob wanted nothing more than to rub all that tension out of him, get him to relax and smile before they slept. He stayed put while the water started boiling behind him and until the kettle clicked off but he was in no rush to go make anything. If Connor needed this, then this was what he was getting for as long as he needed it.
Connor nearly started babbling four or five times as he stood there with his boy gently stroking his back. It was quiet and perfect, and while it wasn’t a cure for everything this time, it calmed some of that frantically confused feeling inside of him. He kind of wanted to just pull Jacob up to bed with him without having to say anything, just curl around him and sleep until he forgot all about those worms. Connor knew that wasn’t possible, though. He finally pulled back enough to look at Jacob, bringing one hand up to cup the side of his jaw and neck. “First, I guess ... do you know Jules Cooper? Or Ethan Woods?” he asked. Connor felt like he knew the names of all of Jacob’s friends by now, but maybe not every person he knew from this tiny town.
Jacob thought about it, focusing on Connor's collar bone as he ran the names through his mind then looked back at Connor's face and shook his head. "If I do, I don't remember them." It wasn't like Connor to come home with names even if he sometimes vaguely told Jacob what had been going on so he had to admit his curiosity was piqued now. Maybe they weren't patients, maybe this had nothing to do with the hospital. He couldn't help the mild panic at the thought that maybe these people had been talking about him, making up lies about him and the tunnel. He knew Connor wouldn't listen to that crap though so he tried to smother the thought as soon as it sparked off in his head. "Do you want tea while we talk about it?" he offered gently. "Or just this." He tightened his hold on Connor meaningfully, giving him a faint smile.
He knew he was breaking rules by being specific about patients’ identities, but Connor would bend any rule for his boy, and if it had been one of his friends on that table with hundreds of worms wriggling under their flesh, Connor didn’t want to keep it from Jacob. Both of them were a few years younger than Jacob, but it was a tiny town. It was a bit of a relief to hear that Jacob didn’t know them though, and he gave his boy a tired, grateful smile back. “Tea would be fantastic,” he told him. Connor kissed the bridge of Jacob’s nose before he let him go and started toward the kitchen door. “I’m going to change and wash up a bit ... bring it upstairs?” he suggested. He was ready to be somewhere comfortable, off his feet, with Jacob’s worm-free skin on his.
Jacob felt pretty pleased he'd made the right call by boiling the water already and he let his hold on Connor linger until he was no longer in reach, smiling back at him and nodding. He was happy to serve Connor and the fact that Connor did serve him back in multiple ways only made him want to do it more. He didn't feel rushed nor did he want to rush Connor so he didn't try to hurry too much as he got out the cups and then decided to bring a sandwich up too for the fuck of it. If Connor wasn't hungry, they could just throw it away, but if he was then it'd be nice to have something light before he slept and a sandwich with some cheese and cucumber would taste nice with this kind of tea.
He brought it up on a little tray, feeling a bit like a butler in some period piece except for the fact he was just wearing boxers and a t-shirt and not a fancy get-up like a proper butler would.
Connor had washed up at the hospital before he’d left, of course, but he took the opportunity to wash more of his arms and face in the sink once he’d stripped out of his clothes. He probably needed a full shower, but he didn’t have the energy for that. Connor pulled on some fresh boxers and was settling under the covers when Jacob arrived with more than just tea. It tugged at something in his chest to see that he’d brought food and everything, and Connor swallowed thickly even as he smiled. He reached to take the tray from Jacob so he could sit down too and set it down on a good spot on the bed. “This is nice,” he murmured, reaching for the mug of hot liquid first. Tea was always soothing, and he needed some of that.
Jacob leaned in to press a kiss on Connor's bicep then lightly rubbed at his back as he sat up straight again and took his own cup of tea. "You really seem like you need to talk about something," he said gently and he already knew it had something to do with Cooper and Woods but he still didn't know if it was a hospital thing or something else. Sure, he was a little sleepy but not so much that he couldn't sit and talk for a while. He always enjoyed whatever time he got with Connor and maybe it was something not a lot of people understood but he really enjoyed adjusting his hours to Connor's, like he was following him around in time and space. "What happened?" he asked, ready to listen and hopefully help.
He did need to talk about it, it was just the getting started that was so difficult. Connor gave a heavy sigh and took another swallow from his mug before he set it down on the tray to reach for the sandwich. A little food made everything easier, right? And Jacob had known exactly what kind of food to bring him, light and simple. “Well, you know we had that storm last night,” he began, glancing at his boy with a touch of wariness. Maybe it was silly to worry about whether Jacob would believe him, but it all sounded pretty fucking crazy, honestly. Connor went on to tell him about the two young patients who were admitted after a car accident, then about the man named Wilkes who rolled in like he’d known they were coming, and his bizarre ‘treatment.’ Connor spent a stuttery few sentences doing his best to describe the worms and how they’d exited the bodies, his disgust evident in his tone. “And then ... Wilkes and his men all just left and we got on with treating their accident injuries. But I just ... I don’t understand it,” he ended in a murmur, shaking his head.
Jacob did not have a strong stomach for that sort of stuff so he was both disgusted and impressed Connor had held it together. He was a doctor, of course, he did have a strong stomach but none of this sounded even remotely like anything a doctor normally dealt with. "That doesn't sound like anything I've ever heard of," he said, unable to keep the frown at bay. Worms multiplying under people's skins - inside their eyes - and all melting together into one big worm to be vomited? Yeah, that sounded more like nightmare fuel than hospital drama. "I don't think... it'd be normal if you understood it." Maybe Connor could have taken pictures, written some doctorly essay about it - Jacob didn't know what those were called - discover something new and awful and present it at one of those fancy doctor conventions. But the way that Wilkes character had swept in sounded like something out of a movie, some top secret government stuff. "They were sure it was over? We're not gonna get some horrible outbreak or something?"
Connor shook his head slowly. “No, he said they got infected ‘somewhere else’,” he murmured. “He said they could do extraordinary things ... I have no fucking idea what that means.” He gave a helpless little laugh and scrubbed his hand over his face. For the rest of his entire shift, if his mind hadn’t been actively engaged in something else, it had been churning in useless circles about all of this, and he was really starting to feel the fatigue. “He gave me his number, and best believe I’m going to follow up. If it’s even a real number. But with the precautions they were taking, I don’t believe it was highly contagious.” Wilkes seemed to know what he was doing, he had the antidote and everything, so Connor assumed his team would’ve been more geared up if it was easy to catch these worms. He blinked a little and focused more on Jacob’s face, giving a faint smile. “I don’t think it’s anything for you to worry about, it’s just ... kind of breaking my brain.”
Jacob gave him a smile that was full of compassion and he didn't feel like he had anything else to offer at the moment. It wasn't like he could come up with some rational explanation, Connor was more likely to be capable of that with all his education, and he didn't want to remind him of all the other shit that had been breaking his brain prior to this. Was this weirder than evil tunnels and fog-monsters? He leaned in and pressed a little kiss on Connor's cheek. "Don't let your brain break," he murmured though he kind of felt like his own brain was breaking too. It was 'just another weird thing' but how many weird things could a person take before they snapped? "At least we know there's people in town who can deal with something like this, that's... good, right?"
There had been other things of course, very scary hard-to-believe things, but Connor hadn’t really seen any of it up close and personal like he had this time. The fog monsters had been impossible for him to mentally hand-wave away, but the most he’d actually witnessed were some huge shapes in the fog and the damage they’d left behind. Today he’d literally pulled some alien slug out of a young man’s throat -- which had just been dozens of slugs and not just one. All of their tests and treatments after Wilkes was gone hadn’t found a trace of remaining parasites. He just couldn’t stop spinning his wheels on what that could possibly mean. Connor nudged the tray out of the way and pulled Jacob in closer, feeling like he needed some snuggling now. “That is good, yeah,” he murmured once they were resettled, then pressed his lips against Jacob’s head. “He might be a good person to know.”
Some part of Jacob wished he could suggest they move away as soon as possible, just get out of this town, move back to Portland. He couldn't though, he wasn't even sure of all the reasons but it just felt so big and impossible. Plus Connor was still wrapped up in some weirdly complicated legal nonsense in trying to help his parents, his lawyer had explained it to him and Connor had tried to explain it to Jacob and Jacob had a feeling that even Connor hadn't fully understood it all either. He was a doctor, not a lawyer. So they were stuck here for better or worse and at moments like these it felt strange how easily Jacob forgot about how bad being in Point Pleasant could be. He was just so happy these days with this amazing man in their lovely house and all the freedom in the world to create and grow. He did agree that a man of science with some means of tackling these weird things was a good man to know. There was always going to be a part of him that distrusted authorities but this Wilkes character was a doctor, not a cop, and so far Jacob had good experiences with doctors. "Sounds like it," he murmured. "I wish I had all sorts of answers and solutions for you, but I don't know anything at all. Maybe he does. Are you going to call him?"
Connor knew he could drop everything and leave town, technically speaking ... but it would be much more trouble now than it was worth. His parents were still here and there were all of the legal tangles around that. He’d bought this house, so he now had financial roots in this town. He’d thought before that he could turn it into a rental property if he left, but those were hazy future plans. For now he was here, he was with Jacob, and he had to learn to live here like so many people already did. There were plenty of others in Point Pleasant who’d maintained their sanity, so he could adapt too, right? Even with his foundational understanding of the world shaken? Connor chuckled faintly and gave Jacob a little squeeze. “I don’t expect answers and solutions from you,” he murmured back. “Just the support you’re so good at. But yes, I think I’m going to, very soon. He said Ethan Woods is his nephew, so he would probably like a status update anyway, once I can check on them again.”
It was sweet to know he provided support but Jacob still wished he had reassurances, some answers that made sense and made everything less terrifying. "You've never seen this guy at the hospital before?" he asked and he was pretty sure he'd never heard that name before. It wasn't too weird, he hadn't ever paid a whole lot of attention to other people, but still. "If he knows a lot about... weird things. It'd definitely be good to have him around." He thought of how if this had happened in that fog last winter, Wilkes wouldn't have been able to get to the hospital and Connor would have been exposed to some unknown horror. It made him feel cold inside and he snuggled closer to Connor as if on instinct. "I think we need more doctors who know stuff." Maybe Wilkes would teach Connor some of these things, Jacob just wasn't sure if that'd be a good thing or not.
“No, he wasn’t familiar to me at all,” Connor answered, tightening his arms around Jacob as his boy cuddled in closer. “Doesn’t mean he hasn’t been there, I just haven’t seen him.” He also hadn’t heard about any extremely bizarre cases coming in recently, and word about that sort of thing tended to spread quickly around the hospital. “I agree though, I felt so ... woefully unprepared, once I saw the extent of their infection. If I can learn useful things from him ...” Connor didn’t even have to say he wanted to be a better doctor, especially for this area, he was sure Jacob knew that already. Connor was quiet for a moment, then hummed softly and hugged Jacob tighter, turning to press his lips against his head. “I’ll give him a call, see what he says. For right now I’m just grateful he turned up when he did. How was your night, though? I didn’t even ask, I’m sorry.”
"Uh, my night was super uneventful and doesn't need to be talked about, yours did," Jacob reminded him gently and he was honestly amazed at how calm Connor was, or how calm he managed to appear at the very least. That was his man, stoic and strong and amazing. "I finished a commission, just need to post it tomorrow and hope they like it." Just because he didn't think his night was interesting enough to talk about didn't mean he wouldn't, especially not when Connor had asked. "It was a really nice, quiet night. I wish you'd been here and not out there dealing with all that." Though maybe something good had come of it, Connor now had someone's phone number and that someone might have answers - maybe even solutions to some of the crazy things going on in town. It made Jacob wonder if he knew anything about the tunnel and the fog monsters, the weird infection that was making Sage turn invisible.
Connor had had years of practice at keeping his head during high-pressure situations, and he’d seen some things that would have fucked with most people’s heads ... they’d just always been natural, biological things. What he’d seen tonight had been biological, but there’d been nothing natural about it. His mind was wired to stay rational and try to figure things out instead of panicking, and it was currently in that mode, even if Connor knew he didn’t have the answer up there. “I’m sure they’ll love it,” he told Jacob with a soft smile. His boy was talented, and Connor was always happy to hear that someone else out there appreciated Jacob’s work. He gave him a little squeeze and huffed. “Same here, fuck.” Though he didn’t know if any of the other doctors would’ve let Wilkes assist with treatment, so Connor was glad he’d been there at the same time. He had no doubt now that those kids would’ve died without that intervention. “I’m here now, though, and off tomorrow -- well, today. So we can do whatever you want to do once we wake up again.”
"First we sleep," Jacob murmured and nuzzled Connor's cheek. "You look exhausted." He himself was in that weird in-between state where he could go either way, at least for another hour or two. If Connor wanted to stay awake longer and distract himself from the weirdness of the night, Jacob would be happy to oblige but sleep seemed the more sensible option. "And you should know better than to give me the reins," he added cheekily. "I'll drag you to karaoke or something." He missed going to the arcade as a customer but he still had both the ex-employee wariness and a fair dose of trauma from that place so he wasn't eager to go back there. "We could go get brunch at Joyland, maybe?" he suggested on a more serious note. "If the weather's good we can go hang out at the park or the beach for a little bit. What do you want to do?"
Maybe it would be a little weird to other people, but Connor kind of felt like Jacob was keeping him young, in a way. He definitely hadn’t been going out to karaoke bars on his own before he’d started dating his boy. He’d needed more fun in his life, he couldn’t deny that, and Jacob had brought so much lightness and joy with him ... Connor was sure he would deny it, and he knew Jacob had some problems just like everybody else, but he’d elevated Connor’s life in many ways. “I just wanna be with you,” Connor told him with a serene smile. “So all of that sounds perfect. And if we end up at the karaoke bar later in the evening, I’m not going to complain about it.” It was something he hadn’t even been sure he would enjoy, but there was something almost addictive about it.
Funnily enough, Jacob hadn't been terribly outgoing when he met Connor either but these days he enjoyed a night out every so often. All the desperation and loneliness was out of the picture so going out was solely for fun and that was a bit of a novelty to him. It also made him more picky about where to go and what to do and there were clubs he'd frequented in the past where he wouldn't be caught dead now. He liked Connor's answer and his own feelings were much the same. He'd go pretty much anywhere if Connor wanted to go there, just happy to tag along and spend time in his company. "Okay then," he said decisively. "Joyland for lunch, some fresh air time at the beach and then we'll see if we want to go out in the evening too." He liked the sound of that and by the looks of it, so did Connor.
It was a perfect plan to Connor -- appreciative of the outdoors and flexible enough to give them plenty of room to follow their whims. He enjoyed days off like that the most, especially lately. Smiling faintly, Connor lifted his fingers to Jacob’s chin, tilting him at the right angle with a soft “c’mere.” He’d felt so unsteady when he’d gotten home, rattled by the experience at the hospital and all of its bizarre implications. But just some time with Jacob, getting it off his chest, having a drink and a snack, feeling his boy’s body against him, it had all soothed and re-settled him. At least for the time being. He wondered if Jacob knew that he was as much of a rock for Connor as the other way around. He tried to put that gratitude into the way he kissed him, soft and slow, fingers resting on Jacob’s jaw and the side of his neck where he could feel his pulse.
Jacob could feel how much more assertive he'd been getting. This relationship had filled him with confidence and a more solid state of self, which was kind of funny given the nature of it. It didn't take much to make him slip back into a more submissive state of mind though and a gentle touch or word from Connor did the trick every time. He absolutely melted into this touch, kissing Connor back just as softly, hyper aware of that light touch on his neck in a way that gave him a tickling feeling in his stomach. They'd been lax about the 'no clothes in the bedroom' rule lately, at least on the nights when Connor had work. They'd been lax about a lot of rules for that matter but it never felt wrong, their relationship just flowed naturally with the passage of time, which was why he didn't feel wrong breaking the kiss and quietly moving off the bed without explicit permission. It felt like the right thing to do, remove the tray with the cups and what little remained of the sandwiches and put it somewhere where they wouldn't knock it over before returning to the bed, kneeling next to Connor again.
The rules were much less important than the vibe of the dynamic between them, and Jacob briefly left the bed in the interest of service and not making a mess, so it was perfect. Leaning his head back against the headboard, Connor watched him with a little smile on his face, idly wondering how he’d gotten so lucky at this later stage in his life. He was so beautiful, even with all his clothes on, sometimes Connor just wanted to lay around and stare at him. Once Jacob was within reach again, Connor pulled him in closer, guiding him to straddle his lap. “I love coming home to you, you know that right?” he murmured as he held Jacob close, tilting his face up to brush their lips together. “You’re my favorite part of any day.” Even when he was only kissing Jacob hello in between work and sleep, Connor loved it. He loved the warm weight of his boy against his thighs even more, but he never felt pressured to have the energy for sex. Jacob understood how hard he worked, and while his body was definitely tired this morning, his desire for that intimacy was starting to override the weariness.
"I love it when you come home to me," Jacob murmured before their lips met and he meant it with every fiber of his being. His life had never felt so easy and so full as it did after he met Connor, to the point where even hearing about a terrifying and possibly supernatural thing didn't have him sinking into a pit of despair, worrying himself sick. That was huge all on its own, that he felt like he had a safe space from all of the madness out there. He ran his hands slowly over Connor's chest as they kissed, giving his pecs a little squeeze before moving on lower. He loved this body so much and he was so familiar with it by now, the things it could do as well as its limitations, he almost knew it better than his own but that wasn't a stretch since he was woefully unaware of his own body a lot of the time. "I'll do anything you want," he reminded Connor with a little smile against his lips and he meant it. If Connor wanted to sleep, Jacob would sleep. If he wanted anything else, Jacob would give it to him.
Connor loved the way Jacob touched him, it never failed to make him feel so sexy. He knew he was a good looking man, but he was no Adonis, he worked too much to really have some ripped gym-built body. The fact that Jacob still seemed to appreciate it was so validating for a middle-aged man. Connor just hoped he stayed attractive to this young man who’d done so much to enhance his life. He let his own hands roam over Jacob’s sides, hips, and thighs as they kissed, slipping them under the bottom of his shirt to brush against his lovely bare skin. The soft reminder made Connor grin a bit too and he gave a thoughtful hum. He did want more than sleep, but he was feeling pretty lowkey about it. Something sweet and lazy was more in order. “I want these clothes off of you first,” Connor murmured warmly, pushing Jacob’s shirt up his body. “Then I think I want your mouth.” He gave the boy’s bottom lip a lick.
"My mouth is yours," Jacob reminded him with a warm smile, sneaking him one little kiss before he sat up and pulled his shirt off. He usually made a point of folding his clothes all neat and tidy but that could wait until they went to sleep so for now he tossed it aside and then maneuvered himself to get his pants off too. He managed without really leaving Connor's body, the fabric was stretchy and loose and he wasn't wearing anything underneath. "Do you want me to take your clothes off?" he asked in a low murmur as he ran his hands over Connor's chest again, loving the curves of his body, hard and soft alike. "Or should I work around them?" Both sounded fun to him, one an act of thoughtful service, the other a little more quick and dirty.
Connor watched Jacob’s undressing process with a lazy little smile. He knew that he “owned” every part of Jacob’s body, but he loved to hear it out loud anyway, like it was just a reinforcement of consent. Everything he had in this relationship, Jacob gave him willingly, and Connor never wanted either of them to forget it. “Take ‘em off,” he murmured after a brief pause, his hands running over his boy’s newly-bare skin. He was so warm and velvety and he felt so good, Connor was a little bummed that so much of him would be out of reach so soon. But the prospect of having Jacob’s mouth sealed around him definitely made his erection happy. While it was still within his reach, he wrapped his hand around Jacob’s cock to give it a few teasing strokes.
Jacob paused his moving just to enjoy a few seconds of that touch, giving Connor a hungry look before he finally moved again, diligently pulling his boxers down and sneaking a kiss here and there on his legs as he moved back enough to pull them off. Connor still looked like someone Jacob was surprised to have in his bed but that feeling was now mixed with the familiarity and safety that Connor made him feel, making for an interesting mix of marvel, excitement and contentment. He moved back over his body, stretching out between Connor's legs and taking his cock in his hand, moving it slowly from side to side as he leaned in to kiss the root of it, glancing up at Connor's face. "You want my mouth?" he asked even if he didn't need a clarification. He just wanted to hear Connor say it again, maybe tease him a little.
The teasing already felt in full effect with the sweet, coy way Jacob handled him. Each of those warm kisses made Connor’s cock feel a little bit fuller and tighter. And damn, his beautiful boy was such a sight, settled between his thighs in their roomy bed. “I’m dying for it,” he answered in a murmur, his fingers brushing over the top of Jacob’s shoulder. He gave his hips a slow rock upward, needy pressure already growing in his balls. “I want to see those pretty lips wrapped around this fat cock ... give it to me,” Connor demanded softly, squeezing the back of his neck a bit. He wanted more than this, he wanted to taste Jacob too, but he wanted to feel spoiled for a few moments first.
Jacob gave him a dreamy little smile at that tight grip, liking the way it made him feel owned and commanded. He didn't make Connor wait, not when he was given such explicit orders, licking at Connor's cock before wrapping his lips around the head of it, teasing the slit with his tongue. He was more than okay with pampering Connor, even if it ended up with the two of them going straight to sleep after, it wasn't always about his own physical pleasure as it was about the emotional side to it and he loved making Connor feel good. He crossed his feet at the ankles, idly swaying his feet as he nuzzled Connor's cock and then slowly took it deeper, pressing his own hardened cock against the sheets without really trying to get any friction.
Jacob knew by now exactly what felt best to Connor, and the slow way he enveloped him with his mouth sent bolts of pleasure straight into Connor’s balls. “Fuck, that feels good,” he whispered as encouragement, sliding his fingers through Jacob’s hair. Connor couldn’t exactly call his position selfless, since he knew Jacob got a lot out of being submissive and serving Connor’s needs, but it certainly felt generous at the moment. As someone who made a living doing his damndest to serve the needs of others all day long, it was a welcome reprieve, the best type of self-care he’d ever found. And after a day like today where so much felt too huge and out of his control, being with his boy like this and calling the shots was a little slice of heaven. “God, you’re so beautiful,” Connor murmured to him, stroking his face a bit.
Jacob loved it when Connor complimented him. It no longer made him squirm uncomfortably so he supposed that was growth or something. These days it just made him feel full of light and warmth and he hummed contently around Connor's cock, reveling in his own kind of pleasure. Knowing Connor felt better because of him was like no other feeling in the world; calming him down and making him feel good after a night like he'd had felt so important and satisfying. Jacob could get lost in these feelings, his fingers idly stroking Connor's thighs and balls, roaming as if of their own accord as he focused on what he was doing with his mouth and pressed his groin against the mattress.
All of those soft, worshipful little touches did wonderful things to Connor’s stomach, and he sank into that mindless enjoyment for a while, not in any rush for the finish line. It felt so good to let go of everything and let Jacob take care of him. Eventually that desire for More got strong enough to inspire him to move -- he wanted to give pleasure back to his boy, touch more of that velvety skin, to feel Jacob’s body get tight and needy too, to listen to him moan ... preferably with Connor’s cock still firmly in his mouth. “C’mere,” he murmured, nudging gently at Jacob’s shoulders. “Come kiss me, then turn around ...”
Jacob didn't quite know what he meant by 'turn around' but he obeyed anyway, moving up Connor's body to let him taste himself on Jacob's tongue. "How do you want me?" he started asking but then Connor was guiding him and he let out a soft little 'oh', grinning as he followed his instructions and stretched out next to him. It had them end up in a leisurely sixty-nine position and he could easily see where this was going. The thought of Connor toying with his cock - maybe even sucking him off - made him giddy with pleasure even before Connor touched him and he watched him half-lidded eyes as he took his cock back in his mouth, settling down comfortably on his side.
Connor rolled onto his side as Jacob settled, his hand skimming down his boy’s side and hip, then up his thigh as he started to press kisses against his skin. He did love to be solely pampered, but giving pleasure was also delightful and he wanted to get Jacob all worked up. He had a beautiful body that was so responsive to everything he did, it was so much fun to play with. Connor kissed here and there on Jacob’s thighs, letting out a breathy sigh close to his balls when Jacob’s mouth engulfed him again. “My beautiful boy,” he murmured, glancing down between them to watch it for a moment. Connor squeezed Jacob’s hipbone and nuzzled a few more kisses in the lovely dip where his thigh met his body, then dragged a slow lick against Jacob’s balls.
The words were as much of a caress as the touch itself and Jacob hummed contently around Connor's cock, stroking his hip and thigh as he kept lazily dragging it along his tongue and sucking it back in deep. He could feel his cock twitching when he felt Connor's tongue, a restless feeling starting up in his thighs where he just wanted to start moving and get more of that sensation. He was patient though and he let that feeling stay there without acting on it, like a tiny tremor in the core of his nerves. Instead he focused on giving Connor pleasure, glancing down his body every so often just to see what he was doing and if he was looking back.
He loved to feel that trembly strain in Jacob’s cock while he slowly licked all around it, and by the time Connor’s tongue reached the tip of it there was a drop of precum to taste. He met Jacob’s eyes in the gap between their bodies as he teased his slit, then finally took him into his mouth. What Jacob was doing to him already felt incredible, and really starting to give the pleasure back only amplified it. As Connor took him deeper, he groaned softly and pushed his hips forward a bit, relishing the slide of plush lips around his cock. It all made him feel so sweetly possessive and dominant -- not only was he taking pleasure from his boy, he was in total control of how much pleasure Jacob got in return. Connor gave him just a few firm sucks before he switched to a much lighter touch, wanting to feel his pretty sub shake with need.
Jacob was perfectly content while also wanting more which was a bit of a delicious contradiction. He simply wanted to sink into this feeling, be all encompassed by it until all he could feel was Connor's body and his own pleasure coiling within and outside of himself. He felt as close to that as he could get at the moment, breathing Connor in and tasting him on his tongue while Connor did the same to him, all his focus on his man. While Connor teased him, Jacob did what he could to make it feel good for Connor. The power dynamic between them was oh so clear, it wasn't his to tease and delay unless Connor told him to so he did everything he knew Connor liked, toying with his balls as he took him deep in his throat, rubbing his tongue against his sweet spots whenever he pulled back.
Jacob’s skills on his cock made it a challenge for Connor to keep himself in check, one which he found very enjoyable. The delicious tension in his body was growing, and he couldn’t help but rock his hips just a bit to satisfy that deep instinct to thrust into all that warm pressure. He kept teasing Jacob, lightly running his tongue up his shaft and nuzzling his lips against the sensitive head before he arched his neck to lick and suck at Jacob’s balls some more. He knew it was feeling good by the way they drew up tight. He loosely curled his hand around Jacob’s cock, gently stroking him while he mouthed at his balls, the inverse of what Jacob was doing to him. This all felt perfect and indulgent, something to get immersed in and forget everything else in the world even existed. Connor gave a deep groan as Jacob’s tongue hit a particularly good spot, and he rewarded his boy by taking his cock into his mouth for some firmer sucking.
Jacob lost his rhythm as Connor's attention to him suddenly got more intense. He was keenly aware that he was highly sensitive and that he did his best servicing when Connor wasn't distracting him and he knew that Connor knew this too so he couldn't really be blamed for fumbling. A small moan escaped his throat and he tightened his grip on Connor's thigh, going still for a second as he let that pleasure course through him. He caught himself after a few seconds and tried to refocus, humming with a mix of apology and contentment around Connor's cock as he started bobbing his head again, taking Connor in deep while trying not to thrust his own cock into the heat of Connor's mouth.
If he was being honest, Connor found the fumbling to be a turn on because he knew how sensitive Jacob was. Giving his boy pleasure ramped up his own, and he’d wanted this position so they could both pamper one another. Just that small moan made his cock throb deliciously, and he stroked his tongue firmly against Jacob’s swollen head. He felt a sense of pride when his boy got back to work, as though Connor had personally trained him well. He couldn’t take credit for Jacob’s natural desire to please though, and it came through with every bob of his head. Connor groaned low in his throat as he started to do the same, his pace slow and teasing for the moment, while he stroked and squeezed Jacob’s hip and ass.
Connor might not be the spark of Jacob's submissive nature, but he'd given him so much room to explore it and gain more confidence in it, he might as well take some credit for it. So much of Jacob's instincts had been self destructive and Connor had taught him they didn't need to be, that he was worthy of pleasure and safety too. It was so easy to submit to him, to completely give up the reins and simply obey and that also meant accepting the good things, to allow himself to be loved and doted on. It was a little disorienting at times, like now when Connor's mouth kept him in that needy and restless state and he still had to focus on what he was doing. Thankfully sucking cock came very naturally and Jacob let himself get into a rhythm again, even if he faltered every so often when Connor changed up his own or hit a spot in a way that spiked more pleasure for just a second.
Jacob was the most perfect-for-him submissive he’d ever met, and Connor wanted to give him the world on a silver platter. He deserved it, in Connor’s mind, for no other reason than being the beautiful person that he was. That was love, he supposed. All of the ways Jacob had grown since they’d been together weren’t invisible to Connor, and he felt so proud of him so often, though he didn’t always say it out loud because he knew all that praise could feel awkward. Jacob was getting better at accepting it, along with this type of pleasure, but Connor still tried not to gush. In the moment he put it into the attention he was giving to Jacob’s body instead, bobbing slowly over his cock while he groped him. The feedback loop of pleasure between them was delicious, and he groaned around Jacob as he rocked his hips a bit with that rhythm, his balls drawing up tighter. Connor took his mouth off of Jacob’s cock for a brief moment to get the pads of his fingers wet, rubbing them gently against his ass as he sucked his cock deep again.
Even without penetration, that part of Jacob was highly sensitive and he moaned softly around Connor's cock when he felt Connor's fingers there, pleasure pooling heavy in his core. He pushed back against Connor's hand, then into the heat of his mouth in slow and unsteady short jerks, unable to keep still any longer as all that pent up energy seemed to start cracking through to the surface. It wasn't like he was breaking any rules, Connor hadn't explicitly told him to stay still, but it still felt a little defiant and cheeky to allow himself that, even when he didn't feel like he had much choice in the matter. If anything, Connor was making him move so it was technically his fault, though Jacob would gladly accept any punishment for it.
Punishment for anything was far from Connor’s mind at the moment. The desperate way Jacob’s hips were moving was a definite turn on for him, and he only encouraged it by continuing to tease his hole and suck firmly on that eager cock. It was deliciously distracting from the pleasure Jacob was generating in his own body, but Connor still felt himself inching closer to the edge. He vaguely wished he had control over the timing of it all, that he could make the two of them come at the same time so he could taste Jacob just as he filled his boy’s mouth. Just the thought made him throb. With a moan, Connor released Jacob’s cock to lick and suck at his balls again for a moment and get more spit on Jacob and his finger. “That’s my boy,” Connor rumbled to him, his hips working a bit faster now. “You’re gonna make me fill that pretty mouth up with cum, is that what you want?” He started to press one finger inside of him.
"Mmhmm," Jacob murmured eagerly and shuddered with pleasure when Connor's finger breached him. He could never get enough of that and he liked to think he showed his enthusiasm for it with the way he kept sucking on Connor's cock, glancing at him with hazy eyes before pulling back for just long enough to speak. "Can I come too?" he asked before wrapping his lips around the head of Connor's cock again, pressing his tongue against the underside as Connor's hips pushed it further inside in rapid movements. At the moment he felt like he was floating in some strange pleasure space where he could really go either way. If Connor stopped he'd stay in that state of being, a little frustrated and very aroused, but it would take so little to bring him to the edge and he knew from experience Connor could take him there with a snap of his fingers.
Connor knew he could draw this out, direct Jacob to stop sucking on him so he could linger and tease and make his pretty boy shake and moan and beg ... or just get an orgasm for himself and leave Jacob hanging for a while, maybe even until after they were settled in to sleep and he could get hard again and slip inside of Jacob ... There were plenty of fun possibilities, but none of them appealed to him as much as letting this run its course and seeing how closely together they could climax. Jacob had been so perfect and sweet and supportive after his bizarre day, Connor wanted to treat him. He gave a deep groan as his boy took him into his mouth again, pushing his finger deeper into his hot body. “Yes, you can come, you’ve been so good,” Connor murmured. He wrapped his lips around Jacob’s cock again and sucked him deeply while he finger fucked his ass.
Jacob was well aware that he had a praise kink by now and being told he'd been good just heightened the pleasure he was feeling, made him want to do even better, be better. He had permission now and Connor didn't seem to be trying to delay his orgasm so he let himself relax into it, moaning softly and just barely rocking his hips back and forth into Connor's mouth and hand. He wanted to time their orgasm perfectly too but listening to his own body and paying attention to Connor's tells was a little beyond him at the moment. It was like he kept having to remind himself that was what he wanted to do before he simply forgot again and lost himself in the sensations of everything, Connor's touch and Connor's taste lulling him into a mindless state while spurring his body on into something needier and faster.
It was lovely to not actually have to concentrate on anything, to just follow his bodily instincts and be, awash in carnal pleasure. He didn’t often get to just turn his mind off, but it always felt the easiest with Jacob. Connor didn’t mind the way Jacob rocked his hips, blissfully aware that his boy’s body was feeling just as good as his own, aching for release that only Connor could give him. He pushed his finger deeper, sucking and bobbing his head with Jacob’s movements to make it feel as good as possible, while he did some thrusting of his own. The pressure in his balls built even more rapidly and he let out some muffled groans around Jacob’s cock, letting that intensity out through his hips and neck until he was right on the edge. It only took a few more seconds and shaky thrusts to tip Connor over, and he grunted deep as his cock jerked against Jacob’s tongue and started to flood his mouth. Connor did his best not to slack on getting Jacob there too, despite his shivering body.
Jacob had a few seconds to feel stupidly victorious that he'd outlasted Connor but it was a brief bout of clarity before his body seemingly shut his mind off again and he followed suit. He'd been close already, Connor's climax sent him hurtling towards that edge and over and he'd barely even swallowed all that Connor gave him when his own body was shuddering, sending him reeling with pleasure. He pulled off Connor's cock with a gasp and pressed his face against his thigh in an attempt to smother some of his moans, his cock throbbing in Connor's mouth and his ass spasming around his fingers. This wasn't why he liked to be awake when Connor came home, no matter what time it was, but if anything it probably had a Pavlovian effect to encourage that behavior even more and it was an absolute cherry on top of everything else.
Connor thoroughly enjoyed his boy’s orgasm, almost more than his own, resisting the urge to grin as he felt Jacob’s hot face press into his leg. He just loved turning Jacob into a shivery mess, even just for a moment or two. Connor sucked him through it, swallowing the hot saltiness that hit his tongue, his finger still pushed deep. As Jacob’s body relaxed again, Connor eased out of his ass while he gave his cock some slow, soft licks to clean him up. He planted a few more warm kisses around Jacob’s crotch before he rolled back a bit with a content little groan. After a stretch, Connor sat up and shifted himself around until he was settled in front of Jacob, hooking an arm around him to draw him in closer. They were both the wrong way on the bed now, but Connor didn’t care, he just wanted to snuggle and kiss on his boy. “You’re the fucking best,” he murmured warmly, meaning so much more than just the sex.
"No, you," Jacob replied and draped his arm over Connor's side, snuggling in close to him and stealing a little kiss. It wasn't a real protest as such, they were just the best together, he figured. "I never regret waiting up for you," he added and that went for the times where they did nothing but sleep too. He liked being alert to Connor coming home, being awake enough to do something for him and enjoying his company, even if it was only for a few minutes before they crashed. Times like these he liked it even more, of course. His body felt sated and sleepiness was creeping in. "If you come home and I'm sleeping, wake me up please." He kind of liked being the wrong way around on the bed for reasons he couldn't quite pinpoint, but then again he liked snuggling Connor wherever and whenever he could.
There had been a scant few times when Jacob had been asleep when Connor had gotten home. While there was something sweet and domestic about moving quietly around the house and then slipping into bed to cuddle in close while trying not to wake him ... he loved this too. And the fact that Jacob wanted to be awake for him, to give him love and take care of him, made Connor’s chest feel all warm. He’d truly hit the jackpot for a partner, and he wondered vaguely if Jacob had any idea how lucky he felt all the time. “I will,” he murmured with a warm smile, planting soft kisses against Jacob’s face. “I’ll try anyway, you’re truly adorable when you’re asleep.” Connor grinned a bit, pulling back enough to look at him. “I love you,” he added softly. “And every moment we spend together.” Connor gently kissed his lips.
Jacob liked the idea of being cute when he slept. It was a vulnerable thing and he always worried he was unattractive, drooling or snoring or something when he had no control over himself. He liked watching Connor sleep too so it'd be a double standard to fret so he didn't try to act coy or stupid about it, enjoying the way Connor looked at him and watching him right back. "I love you too," he murmured when Connor kissed him. "And every moment I have with you. I feel like I owe the universe big time and it used to be the other way around." He draped his leg over Connor's hip, feeling a bit like a koala clinging to a tree - its favorite tree, probably - wanting all the closeness he could get.
Connor chuckled softly, stroking a hand down Jacob’s side to caress that lifted thigh. He always felt so good under Connor’s hands -- he touched a lot of people in various ways in his line of work, and Jacob’s skin always felt the best to him. “Nah, maybe your scale is finally balanced,” he murmured back. Maybe it was egotistical to think that his presence in Jacob’s life could make up for everything he’d suffered before, but he at least knew that he’d changed the trajectory of his boy’s life. Assuming they stayed together like Connor wanted to, he was going to do his damndest to give Jacob every opportunity he might want. In the meantime, Connor was content to just hold him and smooch him until they gathered the willpower to move and go to bed for real.
Jacob liked the idea of that, he even preferred it if the universe still owed him a little because then maybe things would stay good for a while before the regular ups and downs of life started messing with his head again. There was always going to be something, illness or grief, anxiety or frustration - but moments like these made it all worth it in the end. "You make me feel balanced," he said softly before tangling his fingers in Connor's soft hair and losing himself in another kiss.