Chapter 15 #2
Felix laughed uncomfortably. “You don’t have to compliment me, dude. I’m literally under you.”
“That wasn’t a compliment,” Jacob said flatly. “It was a fact. You know you’re gorgeous, dumbass. Are you going to say I’m in charge or not?”
Felix opened his mouth to answer, but Jacob chose that moment to start grinding against his prostate again and his defiance dissolved in a needy moan.
“God,” Jacob muttered. He kissed Felix again, hard and messy, opening his fingers so Felix stretched around him.
Felix could feel his orgasm building alarmingly fast. He bucked up against Jacob, trying to get friction, trying to get the fingers deeper. “I’m ready,” he said. “Fuck me already.”
Jacob said nothing. He increased his pace, his fingers fluttering against that sweet spot so fast Felix gasped.
“Seriously,” Felix managed, his cock dripping pre-come against his stomach. “Y-you gotta get in me or this show will be over before you can get onstage.”
“Yeah? You want to get fucked?”
“If you don’t get inside me right now I’ll bite you again.”
Jacob laughed. Then he took Felix’s chin, squeezing just enough to make Felix groan. “Say I’m in charge,” he said.
Felix couldn’t take it. This was straight out of his fantasies, even if it was going to wreck him emotionally. He ground up against Jacob, ignoring how rough Jacob’s jeans were against his naked cock.
“You’re in charge,” he slurred, his cheeks squished in Jacob’s grip. “Please, Jacob.”
Jacob’s eyes gleamed. Victorious, like all those times he successfully pinned him during an argument-turned-wrestling match.
Did it mean the same for him, Felix wondered?
Had their wrestling ignited a spark inside him that he didn’t recognize until later?
He hoped so. He hoped he had awakened Jacob, just as Jacob had awakened him.
He hoped Jacob thought about it every time he pinned some other lucky boy down, echoes of Felix in every boy Jacob had for the rest of his life.
Jacob got a condom out of the nightstand. Then he shucked his jeans and boxers, hopping on one foot and cursing in a way that should have made Felix laugh, but just made him all the more aware of what they were doing. His heart was pounding like he was a virgin all over again.
Jacob put the condom on with shaky hands.
“I can do that with my mouth,” Felix offered in an attempt to break the tension.
Jacob swore again, squeezing himself around the base.
“Next time,” he said, and climbed on top of Felix. He was obviously nervous, his hands still trembling as he pulled Felix’s legs apart. But there was that strange calm on his face, intense and narrow-minded, like having Felix under him was blocking out his anxiety.
Jacob held his cock against Felix’s hole. “Say my name.”
“Jacob,” Felix whispered.
Jacob pressed inside. Felix immediately knew he’d made a terrible mistake.
Tenderness swelled in his chest. He always got too emotional about anal.
Especially in fucking missionary. He should have insisted on doggy-style.
But Jacob’s cock was filling Felix so perfectly he couldn’t do anything but whimper.
“Shit,” Jacob said. He stared down at Felix like he was incredible, and even though Felix knew it was because of his hole, he couldn’t deal with it. He buried his face in Jacob’s neck, panting hard.
“Come on,” he panted. “Fuck me.”
Jacob groaned. He gripped Felix’s hips, his fingers shaking as he lay there, filling Felix to the brim.
Felix grinned into Jacob’s neck. “Did you come already?”
“No,” Jacob said, strained. He pulled Felix back by his hair, and the sting was so good that Felix didn’t remember to be self-conscious until he met Jacob’s gaze again. It was just as overwhelming as last time, Jacob’s dark eyes burning into his.
Before Felix could freak out about this, Jacob snapped his hips. Felix’s worry dissolved in a haze of pleasure.
“Tell me what you like,” Jacob ordered. He slid his hand under Felix’s ass and lifted, his eyebrows pinched like he was focusing on something. “Tell me how to make it good.”
“I… I like…” Felix trailed off into a cry as Jacob nailed his prostate. He was focusing, Felix realized blearily. Bastard was trying to fuck him right in his sweet spot and drive Felix crazy.
“That,” Felix groaned. “I like that, holy shit. I like it when you pull my hair. I like it when you hold me hard.”
Jacob’s grip tightened: one hand on his hip, one buried in his hair. Felix moaned, squirming in protest. It felt so good. It felt too good, and he couldn’t look away. Not with Jacob holding his hair like that, forcing Felix to meet his eyes.
“I don’t like eye contact,” Felix blurted.
The barest hint of disappointment passed over Jacob’s face.
Then Jacob leaned in, kissing Felix’s neck and making Felix feel less guilty for ruining something Jacob was clearly into.
He didn’t actually dislike eye contact during sex.
But he couldn’t do this with Jacob watching him like that.
Not when Felix’s stupid, useless love might show in his face at any moment.
“I like—” Felix broke off with a yell as Jacob let go of his hip to grab his cock and jerk him mercilessly.
Felix writhed and moaned, but Jacob didn’t let up, jerking him off like he had something to prove, working his cock into him fast and clumsily but still managing to hit his prostate on every other thrust.
Felix came like that, unable to stop the tides of pleasure washing over him. Jacob fucked him through it so hard Felix almost whimpered for him to cool it.
Almost.
The oversensitivity set in, making Felix’s spent cock jerk every time Jacob’s fucked back into him.
“Heard you liked this,” Jacob mumbled into his neck. “Heard you loved getting fucked after you come. Should’ve made you come before I fucked you. Should tie you to the bed and make you come until you can’t get it up anymore.”
“Holy shit,” Felix slurred.
“Should’ve… I should’ve—” Jacob made a choked noise and stilled, his mouth opening against Felix’s neck. He wrapped his arms around Felix, squeezing so hard it made Felix think of the hundreds of wrestling matches he’d initiated over the years, wishing for this.
Finally Jacob sagged against him, breathing hard.
He nuzzled Felix’s neck, and for a moment Felix let himself imagine it: Jacob loved him back.
Sex didn’t have an expiration date. They lived together, they did this all the time, and any moment Jacob would pull back and look at him like he was the world, and not just because he was a good lay.
Felix’s wrists twinged. He ignored it, too preoccupied with Jacob on top of him, holding him tight.
Then his burned hand started to throb. Jacob hadn’t tied him very well; the shirt was slowly cutting off his circulation.
Felix would tell him how to fix it later, for all the boys who came after him.
He turned his head until his lips touched Jacob’s hair. “You’re never moving in with me, huh?”
Jacob huffed against his skin. He was still inside Felix, on the verge of slipping out.
“No,” he said sleepily. “Some people just don’t fit.”
There was something funny about Jacob saying that to him while his cock was still inside him. But Felix couldn’t find anything funny right now.
“Knots are a bit tight,” Felix said reluctantly.
Jacob lifted his head to frown at him, like he didn’t know what he was talking about. Then his eyes widened and he rushed to untie Felix.
Felix winced as Jacob pulled out of him. Was this the only time? He should have let it go on longer. He didn’t need his hands.
“I did read a guide on bondage,” Jacob said as he undid the knot around Felix’s wrists. “I just… I forgot. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine,” Felix said, forcing a smile. “I’m pretty distracted.”
Jacob laughed shakily and pulled his shirt free. He examined Felix’s burned hand first, checking around the bandages.
“I’m fine,” Felix assured him. “Quit mother-henning.”
Jacob said nothing. He placed Felix’s hand down gently, checked his shirt, probably calculating how much it was going to cost at the dry cleaners, then dropped it over the side of the bed. He didn’t even look pained about it.
He returned to Felix’s side. He reached for Felix, then paused. “What do you like?” he asked, sounding almost shy.
He meant aftercare. Felix thought about telling him that he rarely did aftercare, even though it left him feeling dejected and weird sometimes. He wanted to tell him he liked it when they stroked his hair and told him he’d done good.
“This,” Felix said instead. “Just… stay like this.”
Jacob nodded. Then he lay down next to him again, scooping him in his arms. Not as tight as before—not as tight as Felix needed—but close enough.