Chapter 10 #2
Jake shook his head, then turned to Doren, who wore an uncertain expression. He hated the doubt that he saw in Doren’s eyes. He very much wanted Doren to feel secure in this new relationship. Doren had been so good to him, and Jake didn’t want to cause them any pain.
“It’s not that I want to be back with Phil,” Jake continued.
“I don’t. It’s just…it was a total shock, you know?
We had a whole life together, and he packed it all up when I was out of the house and stole it out from under me.
This angel is like that. It’s something I still treasure, but it hurts to know someone you love is capable of that level of callous disregard. ”
Jake was frozen in place, with the angel in his hand. He didn’t want it on the tree. No reminders of his old relationship. But he couldn’t seem to let it go.
A warm hand pressed to his, taking the angel from him. Doren swept the topper up onto the mantel of the fireplace, positioning it artfully amongst the greenery.
“Why don’t we leave it nestled there, in a place of honor? You and I can scour the shops for a new tree topper tomorrow. Does that sound good?”
Jake nodded, tears springing once again to his eyes, but he ignored them as he moved to kiss Doren. There was nothing easy or relaxed about this. No, this was a hungry kiss, an intense kiss. The kiss of someone who’d been starved for affection and connection.
Doren froze for a brief moment, then jumped in to give as good as they got. Their hands snaked around Jake’s waist, grabbing his ass cheeks in a firm grasp. Jake gasped at the touch, even as Doren’s tongue darted into his mouth.
His knees went weak at the assault of sensation. They’d made out before, but that had been cautious, as if Doren was worried Jake might break.
Perhaps it wasn’t an unreasonable concern, but Jake was all in now, and he appreciated Doren could sense that. He didn’t want gentle. He wanted to be owned.
Doren’s tongue searched and tasted every inch of Jake’s mouth. Jake hummed even as he wrapped his lips around it, sucking on Doren’s tongue obscenely. Doren’s eyes widened, but they didn’t let up, allowing Jake to suckle and squeeze.
Finally, Doren’s tongue retreated, and Jake let out an overwhelmed sigh.
“Fuck.”
“I know, sweetheart.” Doren smiled, but there was a hint of the shark as the bright light of aggression and hunger shone in their eyes. The mild, soothing Doren was gone, and in their place was something almost feral.
Jake fucking loved it.
“Take what you need,” Jake whispered, and Doren actually growled.
Jake’s dick went from half-mast to painfully hard as Doren’s teeth scraped along Jake’s neck, making him squirm and whine as tingles shot through his body.
Jake couldn’t move, only able to luxuriate in the overwhelming wave of sensations.
The sensation of Doren’s fingers tugging on his t-shirt shocked him back into reality.
“Wait.” A spike of sadness and shame burst in Jake, and he was suddenly very warm.
“What?” Doren asked, a frown marring his sweet face.
“I…you’ve seen me shirtless before, but I know I’m not anyone’s ideal. You’re so incredibly hot, but I—”
“What are you talking about?” Doren asked, and for the first time there was anger in their eyes. Not only that, but Doren cast aside their normally heightened language for directness. “You are perfect, you’re adorable and hot as hell, and you won’t convince me otherwise.”
Their fingers were up under his t-shirt now, roaming over his sensitive skin. “Everything about you is exactly what I want. Your curves, the muscles underneath them, your belly, the fine hair covering it all. You are the sexiest person I’ve ever met.”
Jake couldn’t keep the skepticism from showing on his face, but it melted away as the naked truth shone from Doren’s eyes. They weren’t lying. Doren knew what they wanted. They wanted him.
Nodding, he allowed Doren to slip the t-shirt over his head, followed by Doren ditching their own. Jake gasped as Doren ran their hands over his stomach, bringing their fingers to rest on his large pecs.
Jake rested his palms on Doren’s hips, trying to ground himself as Doren enveloped his left nipple in their soft lips. His knees wobbled as Doren sucked, doing his best to keep himself steady as Doren flicked his tongue back and forth over his hardened nub.
Then they bit down. Hard.
Jake screamed, gripping Doren’s shoulders so as not to collapse, the mix of pain and pleasure creating an explosion of light and sensation in his brain. He didn’t want Doren to stop, but he wasn’t sure if he could take much more.
Doren let go of Jake’s nipple, tweaking the other with his fingers as Jake twitched in their arms.
“Are you okay, my sweet?”
Unable to form words, Jake shook his head before straightening up again. He collected his thoughts enough to speak. “It’s amazing.”
“Sit.” Doren pushed Jake back with surprising force, landing Jake on the large living room couch. In one swift motion, Doren removed Jake’s cotton shorts, leaving only Jake’s thick cock standing straight at attention, exposed to the cold air.
Doren licked their lips as they looked Jake up and down. “How did you get to be so pretty?”
Jake’s eyes narrowed, uncertain if Doren was making fun of him. He was chubby, bearded, and not particularly tall. There was nothing about him that was pretty.
“I don’t think many people would agree with you.”
“They’re idiots, then,” Doren said as they sank down to their knees between Jake’s legs. “How someone wouldn’t see your gorgeous eyelashes, or beautiful smile, or your perfect dick and not be desperate to have you is beyond me.”
Jake shivered at Doren’s words, unable to stop the warm rush of blood to his face. Doren’s mouth was so close to his cock now, just a few inches away, and Jake was starting to lose his mind.
“Please…”
“Oh, we’ll get there, baby.” Doren bent his head down and trailed up from Jake’s calf, to his knee, to his inner thigh, alternating between flicking with their tongue and bestowing sweet kisses.
Jake squirmed, reaching down and winding his fingers through Doren’s blonde hair. He didn’t understand how he ended up with someone so hot, but he whispered a silent “thank you” to Santa for answering his desperate letter.
Doren nibbled at the flesh of his thigh, and Jake groaned. A thick stream of precum dribbled down the backside of his cock, which twitched and jumped with its need for stimulation.
“Doren, I—”
“I’ll take care of you. Just hold on.” Doren dug their nose into the crease between his dick and his thigh, breathing in deep. “Your scent is amazing. It’s a sweet, musky smell that makes me want to live in your underwear all day.”
“That’s a weird one.” Jake pretended to be judgy, but ended up gasping again as Doren licked their way down to his balls and sucked one into their mouth. “Oh, fuck fuck fuck…”
Wriggling from the sensations, Jake whined. All he wanted was for Doren to stop teasing and put their mouth on his dick. Why did they have to torture him like this?
Doren released his ball and licked a stripe up the underside of his cock, which somehow got even harder as they did.
“Are you trying to make me crazy?”
Doren barked out a laugh before replying, “Yes. I am. I plan to drive you to absolute distraction as we get to know each other until you’re coming in your pants at the sight of me turning the corner.”
“Fucking God…” Jack attempted to stay stoic as Doren looked up with a predatory grin on their face. Jake felt as though he were a mackerel about to be devoured by a great white shark.
With that, Doren swallowed him down to the hilt, staying there and working Jake’s dick as deep into their throat as it would go. Every muscle in Jake’s body tensed, and his pelvis pushed up unconsciously.
He couldn’t move, though, as Doren held his hips in place, the surfer somehow even stronger than Jake had imagined. Hell, Doren might be able to sling him over their shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
Ever-so-slowly, Doren rocked back and forth, the head of Jake’s cock moving against the root of Doren’s tongue.
Jake enjoyed sucking dick as much as the next guy, but he didn’t understand how Doren didn’t have any gag reflex. What he did understand, however, was that this was amazing. He loved the feel of being enveloped by Doren’s wet heat and enjoyed being held down by their firm hands almost as much.
Jake wanted to thrust, but he couldn’t. Begging hadn’t been an effective tactic, and he was at Doren’s mercy.
Doren had no mercy to give. Setting a glacial pace, they moved their lips up and down on Jake’s thick shaft.
“Please, fuck, Doren, go faster.”
Doren hummed but made no change to the tempo of their movement.
Starting in Jake’s legs, muscles jumped and twitched, and after a couple of minutes his whole body was vibrating. He needed to orgasm, but Doren refused to push him over the edge, their slow pace keeping him just shy of release.
He was whimpering and moaning now, no longer able to form the words to beg. Jake’s eyes squeezed shut as his body screamed in need.
That’s when Doren’s finger tickled between his ass cheeks and flicked at his clenched hole. Wait. Was it his finger? It had to be, although there was something strangely flexible about it, as though it didn’t contain any bones.
Whatever the deal was, the sensations were incredible. Jake’s moaning grew to a shout at the added stimulation.
Still, Doren tortured him with the snail’s pace of their moment. Despite that, the flick against his hole changed to something more intense, as the finger—slick and wet—pressed against his entrance.
Slick? When had Doren gotten lube? Jake didn’t have the available brainpower to figure it out.
When the slippery appendage breached his clenched muscle, he orgasmed, screaming as he poured his cum down Doren’s throat. His blood pressure spiked and then dropped, causing bursts of light behind his eyelids.
It took a good minute for his body to stop shaking, which wasn’t helped along by the fact that Doren continued to blow him. It soon became ticklish, and ultimately Jake had to push on their shoulders to get them off.
Doren chuckled, their laugh low and mischievous. They stood, their shorts tented by an enormous erection.
Once Jake had recovered enough to think, he pivoted so that he could lie horizontally on the couch.
“Please. Feed me your cock. Fuck my face. I need it.”
The corners of Doren’s mouth curled up in a smirk at Jake’s words, and they slid their shorts down to their ankles and stepped out of them.
Doren’s cock was glorious. Longer and a little skinnier than Jake’s, it was pink and throbbing. Jake opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out.
Doren lined up their dick and pushed inside. The taste of it was the perfect mix of sweet and salty, like pineapple and salt water. He moaned as his lips closed around it.
All he wanted was for Doren to use his mouth for their pleasure, and he got his wish.
After a few slow thrusts, Doren sped up, and Jake reveled in the fucking.
The head of Doren’s cock hit the entrance to his throat over and over again.
The sound of Doren’s low grunts stirred a deep sense of contentment in Jake.
He loved giving pleasure like this, loved being used. Once Doren saw how eager Jake was, they wound the fingers of one hand through his hair.
Then it was on. Doren thrust even as they guided Jake’s head in, leaving no room for worry or thought of any kind. He was a receptacle, an erotic machine, built to please his person.
Doren let out a stream of filthy words as they sped up.
“Your mouth is so perfect for me. You’re my slut, aren’t you?
My perfect slut. You don’t need food to live.
All you need is my cum to fill your belly.
Once you’ve tasted me, you’ll never be able to stop.
You’ll be desperate to have my dick in your mouth all the time.
You’ll kneel and plead for it, and I’ll be so happy to give you what you need. If you’re good.”
Tears formed at the corners of Jake’s eyes even as a sense of floating bliss filled his body.
“Are you ready, sweetheart? I’m going to fill you up. I have so much cum for you, and you’re going to take. It. Now.”
Doren roared as their cock pulsed, shooting reams of spunk down Jake’s throat. It tasted amazing, sweet and savory, almost like salted caramel. God, he could live on Doren’s cum alone.
Blonde pubic hair brushed against Jake’s nostrils as Doren buried their cock to the hilt, holding his head in place against their pelvis. Jake couldn’t breathe, but he didn’t mind. He adored letting go of control, allowing someone else to be in charge.
When Doren released him, Jake sighed contentedly. Doren caressed his cheek and pulled him up to a sitting position, wrapping their arms around him.
“That was amazing,” Jake whispered, leaning back against the couch. His limbs were like wet noodles. He was exhausted, which was ridiculous, considering he had woken up less than an hour before. “I love how you sometimes talk like you’re in Wuthering Heights, but you can also be so filthy.”
“I haven’t read only classics, you know.” Doren kissed him on the ear with a tender lightness. “And what can I say? You bring it all out. You are perfect for me.”
Jake thought his chest would burst, he was so full of happiness. At that moment, he wasn’t broken. He wasn’t ill. There was nothing wrong with him. Doren hadn’t been disgusted by him, or angry at him, or anything.
Doren had said he was perfect. For the first time in years, Jake entertained the possibility that it could be true someday. Maybe in a few hours, or even a few minutes, he would have to face his troubles, but at this moment, he’d connected with his…What was Doren to him?
Without stopping to overthink, Jake opened his mouth and let the words tumble out.
“Are you my partner? I’m not sure what to call you.
I haven’t dated anyone nonbinary before, and I don’t think boyfriend or girlfriend applies.
That is, if you think we’re even there yet.
I’m sorry if I’ve misread this, I just—”
Doren interrupted Jake’s rambling by pressing their lips to his in a tender, lingering kiss. Jake’s heart rate slowed as they stayed connected, until finally Doren broke off, almost as if they could sense Jake calming down.
“Your person. I’m your person.”