15. Jake
Jake
The last two weeks have been amazing. It’s the only word I can think of to describe them.
When we aren’t together, we’re on the phone talking or messaging each other.
Sometimes it’s just a quick text to say we’re thinking of each other, and other times it’s long drawn out messages or conversations as we learn more about each other.
Victor has spent nights over at my apartment when I’m not on shift. He officially has a drawer and space in my closet, so he didn’t have to keep packing clothes and bringing them over. He even has a key to my apartment.
Some might think we’re moving fast, but I think everything is happening as it should.
I’ve even come to terms with the fact that I am absolutely falling in love with him and I plan to tell him tomorrow night. I’m nervous as all hell, and I don’t even know if he feels the same way but I can’t hold it in any longer.
He fits so naturally into my life and I can’t go on without him knowing.
It’s even perfect that I’m telling him the news tomorrow because his sister has an appointment and we’ll better know if she’s going to go into labor on time or if it may be a little after her due date.
Of course childbirth isn’t a perfect science, and the baby will come when it’s ready, unless they actually schedule a C- section.
It’s a guestimate, but we’ll have something to work with.
I’m trying to make it there, but I still need to talk to my captain about time off, or possibly switching schedules with someone.
Victor will be leaving in two days and I’m already missing him. I’m going to go crazy without him here. Maybe I can take up a hobby to keep my brain distracted. Maybe needlepoint. Or I could write a smut book and fill it with all the naughty, filthy things I want to do to him.
A part of me hates that he’s leaving, but I get why. If I had a sister and she was having a baby, I’d want to be there. If it was Lena, heaven and earth couldn’t keep me away.
There’s a small part of me that’s afraid Victor will want to stay there.
That he’ll want to be a full-time uncle versus part time.
It’s not like he couldn’t. He runs his own business and can work from anywhere.
It’s what he does now. But another part knows that if he did make the decision to move, he’d tell me.
Get it together, Jakie boy. Victor is definitely coming back. It’s just the thought of being separated from him after just getting together that has you worried.
Once my shifts are covered, I can go join him. I won’t be there the entire time he is, but I can at least meet his sister. Nellie sounds amazing and I kind of already love her.
I'm so caught up in my thoughts that I barely notice Stellan walking toward me until he steps directly into my path. His brows are raised as he gazes at me, his lips pursed like he’s thinking about something.
"What?" I ask, narrowing my eyes at him.
"Nothing, but maybe something,” he says, confusing the hell out of me.
"Dude, that makes no fucking sense. What are you still doing here anyway?”
"Oh, I just wanted to talk to you for a minute. You’re smiling. A lot over the last couple weeks. What happened?"
“Can’t a man just smile? Does something have to happen?"
He raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest, tilting his head to the side as he glares at me, waiting for an answer. One that I don’t give. Instead, I just stare right back at him, a smile on my face.
“We can do this all night long. I have nowhere to be. What or who has that cheesy ass smile on your face?”
“Fine, the guy from the café. Well we’ve been seeing each other and talking a lot; we’ve made it official. We’re dating."
"It's about damn time," he says, and I can't help laughing. "I'm glad you've found someone."
"Thanks."
"But that's not all. I’ve noticed something else. You’re not bitching and moaning about your admirer anymore. Did they finally get the picture and stop?”
“Honestly, I don’t have a clue.”
His brows furrow. “Huh? How do you not know?”
"I told Potts to start intercepting whatever's being sent and keep it for himself. Told him I didn’t want to know anything about what’s being sent.”
"So you seriously don't know if the person is still sending shit?"
"Nope."
"And you don't care?"
"Nope."
He shakes his head. "About fucking time. You let that shit stress you out way too much."
I know he's right. For months I let those gifts control my life. Even let it determine where I had coffee. Not that I’m complaining about that too much because I wouldn’t have met Victor. I don't want to give whoever it is another second of my attention.
"Today is your last shift of the week, right?" he asks.
"Yeah."
"When do I get to meet this man?"
"His name is Victor, and soon." I smile. "He's going out of town to be with his sister, for when she delivers her baby, so it will have to wait until he gets back. I’m really excited for the two of you to meet. Just don’t embarrass me.”
“Oh, Lawson, you don’t need me to do that. You and your paranoia will do that just fine without me intervening.” He glances toward the bay doors. "Well, now that I know what’s going on, I've got to go. Talk to you later."
"Later," I call to his already retreating form.
Once he’s gone, I get back to work ensuring that my truck is stocked and ready to go. But even as I go through the motions of checking the supplies, my mind really isn’t here. It’s with Victor, wondering what he’s doing. Fretting over his upcoming trip and making a mountain out of molehill.
He must sense me thinking of him because a few minutes later my phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out to see a message waiting from him. Not just a message but a picture. Him in my bed.
Victor: Your bed is lonely without you. I’ll be here waiting for you when you get home.
I’ve never wanted a shift to be over as badly as I do at this very second.
Victor in my bed was all I could think about all night. Even in the trenches of fire and saving lives he was still there, stepping back only so I could perform my job. But now I’m home and he’s mine.
I shut the apartment door, trying my best not to wake him. Not yet anyway. As I make my way through the living room, I’m discarding my clothing, letting them fall to the floor. I’ll clean them up later.
Visions of Victor naked in my bed cause my cock to twitch. I can see him perfectly, laying on his stomach, ass on full display begging for me to fuck him. When I’m completely naked, standing just outside my bedroom, I grasp my shaft and slowly stroke it from base to tip.
Fuck it feels good.
I open the door and step inside the room. It’s as if Victor were reading my mind. He’s laying on the bed, sleeping on his stomach, a thin sheet covering his lower body, but I can see the swell of the top of his ass cheeks and I know he’s naked.
He wants me to take him just as much as I want to do it.
I take slow, light steps across the bedroom, not wanting to wake him just yet. I stop long enough to open the drawer on my dresser and pull out the bottle of lube. I want him so bad I don’t know if I can hold off long enough to loosen him to take my cock.
I place my knee on the bed, feeling the weight of the mattress dip beneath me and crawl across the bed toward him. Laying down behind him, I press my dick into him as I place my hand on his hip, gripping firmly and pepper kisses along the muscular ridge of his shoulder.
He groans, rolling to his side, pressing his ass back into me.
“A man can get used to being woken up like this,” he moans.
“I can get used to having you in my bed, waiting for me. Maybe we should make this a permanent thing.”
Crap, did I just say that? Victor doesn’t agree or disagree; instead, he turns his head back to me and I capture his lips with mine, kissing him deeply.
My hand slides around his hip, finding his cock and stroking it.
My thumb brushes over the tip with every upward stroke and I spread the precum already leaking from it across his flesh.
“Mmmm, looks like someone was thinking about me.”
“Always,” he says with a gasp.
I keep stroking his cock, and he leans back into me and warms me with his touch.
“Do you want me to fuck your needy ass?”
“Yes,” he mewls.
I let go of his cock and run my fingers through the crease of his ass cheeks, straight to his opening and run my fingertips around his tight, puckered hole.
I tease the opening with my fingertips, letting a finger slip in just a bit and pull it out again.
I do this over and over, each time my finger going in a little deeper.
He squirms under my touch and it only makes me want to fuck him more.
“Someone’s ready for me. On your knees, ass in the air, head down and I want you to stroke your cock at the same rhythm I’m fucking you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I pull my fingers away, and Victor quickly moves into place. I move behind him, placing myself between his legs. Picking up the lube, I squirt some down his crack and then use my fingers to spread it over his asshole.
Gripping my cock, I give it a few strokes before placing the head at his opening and thrusting inside him, burying myself in him completely. He lets out a gasp, mixed with a moan. His breathing becomes heavier as I slowly pull out, then slam into him again.
“Now remember, stay in sync with me.”
He nods, and I see his arm moving underneath him.
"Fuck, you feel good, baby.” My breathing heavy as I thrust into him. The wet sound of my cock sliding in and out of him, mixed with him jacking himself off fills the room. "Tell me how my dick feels."
"So good," he moans, his one free hand fisting the sheets. "Your cock feels so fucking good inside me. Fuck me, Jake. Come inside of me.”
"You gonna come for me, baby?” I growl. "Once you do, I’m gonna fill you up until you’re dripping."
I pull out again then thrust back in, my hips moving like a piston as I fuck him. "That’s it, baby. Stroke that cock. Come for me."
Victor's hand moves faster, his breathing more rapid, until he finally screams. “I’m going to come.”
My thrusts become faster, my balls slapping against his skin. I can feel my orgasm building, waiting for me to fall over the edge.
“Jake, please, I need to come,” he begs.
"Come with me," I command, thrusting into him again. "Now."
My orgasm hits me, my cock stilling inside him as I fill him with my cum. His ass clenches around my cock, and I stay buried inside of him, my body collapsing on top of him while I try to regain control of my body. Both of us are breathing heavily, overcome by our release.
After a couple of minutes, I slowly pull out of him taking delight in seeing my cum seeping from him. “I’ll be right back; let me get you cleaned up. Then we can both go back to bed.”
“That sounds nice,” his voice soft and sleepy.
I get out of bed, smiling. It’s become something I do all the time. And this, coming home to him waiting for me in my bed, makes me want to ask him to move in with me.
Am I an idiot? Or just love struck? Either way, I don’t care. Not if this is what happiness feels like.