Jack likes to pay $ - Part 2
Companion piece to 'Jack likes to pay Part 1' - inspired by this ask
Jack Abbot who always goes all-out on your weekly date night. No matter how busy his schedule was he made sure to keep a free night just for you. This week he had booked the new fancy restaurant that had opened a block away from your house, the same house that you insisted on keeping even though he had asked you countless times to just move in with him to save money, though he was already the one paying rent.
Jack Abbot who wears his formal suit and navy blue tie because he knew how much you loved seeing him all dressed up... even if this specific suit had caused last year's pregnancy scare ; After coming back from your friend's wedding tipsy and seeing Jack in that slutty white button shirt, you had begged him to pull over so that you could suck his thick cock in the middle of no where. Jack had tried to stay strong and get you home but with a simple gesture of your hand on his bulge, his toothpick-thick resolve had crumbled and he let you use his body, hands supporting your thighs as you rode him until completion.
Jack Abbot who shakes his thoughts away as he pulled your seat for you, rolling his eyes yet blushing harshly when you let out a teasing 'good boy'.
Jack Abbot who lets you order whatever you want from the menu, scrambling to hold your hand whenever you let it go from your wine glass or cutlery. He loves playing with your dainty fingers, loving the way your hand fit perfectly in his like it was meant just for his His eyes slid from your face, sliding through your body, remembering every curve your beautiful silk dress hugged.
Jack Abbot who tries very hard to act normal, to concentrate on your conversation about the newest board member election in your firm but no matter how hard he tried, little Jack jr started twitching. You were gorgeous and Jack had missed you even if it he had woken up in your bed this very morning.
"Jack? Are you listening?" The silver haired man shook his head before nodding.
"Of course darling, it sucks that Eldridge doesn't want to put his name up." Your eyebrows relaxed as you smiled.
"Right?? Hopefully Smith isn't too uptight like the old member."
Jack Abbot who has absolutely no business acumen or knowledge about being a board member but he acquiesces nonetheless. If it was important for you, then it was important for him too. And he loves how passionate you are about it too, lips moving at incredible speeds as you recount the last general assembly though all he could really think about was how those very same lips had taken in his cock in this morning, how they had felt so velvety soft against his balls, how-
"I'll pay half tonight Jackie."
Jack blinked once, twice.
Your hand released his as you pulled open your purse, flickering to find your card. That seemed to snap Jack from his trance as his hand shot out to wrestle your purse away, feeling the attention of other patrons moving onto your table but he simply didn't care.
His eyes switched from the bag in his grasp to you, seeing how your expression of indifference hadn't changed yet he felt as though his insides were burning up.
"H-Have I done something wrong?" Your eyebrow shot up in surprise.
"Did I hurt you in a-any way?" Jack could feel his heartbeat pick up instantly as the day replayed quickly in his mind.
"I-If I did then I didn't mean it! I swear." His hands left the bag on his lap as he grabbed at the table cloth, horrendous scenes playing in his mind; Mornings where he'd arrive back home to find your side of the bed empty. Evenings where you wouldn't be kissing his lips goodbye or wishing him an amazing yet boring shift. Grey days because you would have simply vanished from his life. And it's that last thought that constricted his throat and made his eyes swarm with tears that threatened to fall.
Your worried face crumbled at the sight of the man who looked more like a kicked puppy than anything else at the moment. Your hands found Jacks', holding them close to your chest.
"Baby what's wrong? I love you, why do you think I'm mad?" Your voice was soft as you checked over his fingers, then your eyes quickly went over his face to see if you had missed any signs of distress.
"Y-you said t-that you want to go h-halfsies...."
To say you were stunned would be an understatement. A single second passed before you silently cooed at your boyfriend, right hand going to caress his cheek as he leaned in immediately, eyes closing to enjoy your warmth. Your thumb quickly erased the single fat tear that had managed to escape before it went back to tracing small circles near his cheekbone.
"Baby, I wanted to go halfies because you always pay, I want to treat my man." He lets out a pathetic sigh, damp hazel eyes now back on yours while his teeth gnawed on his bottom lip.
"P-promise you're not mad at me?" You couldn't help the smile that drew itself on your face.
The first few times you had met Jack, you had been worried that he would be unable to talk about his feelings with you: always on the go, always busy, always putting up a front that everything was all right.
The first sign that Jack Abbot was a vulnerable man was shown when you hadn't picked up his calls after a few months of dating, simply because you were napping after feeling unwell.
Under these circumstances, people would usually assume that you were busy with something and that you'd just call back later. Jack's mind on the other hand jumped to the worst conclusions every single time; He thought that he had done something wrong and that you wanted to stop seeing him.
He had appeared at the end of his shift on your doorstep, new bracelet and huge bouquet of flowers in hand, hazel eyes all glossy and uncertain, ready to be forgiven for something that he hadn't even done.
You were sure his mind had done the exact same jump to the wrong conclusions.
"Jack, I love you. I'm not mad." The words sat on Jack's mind for a bit before he finally nodded, lightness coming back to his face while his shoulders relaxed imperceptibly. He grabbed your hand from his face, leaving light feathery kisses on the inside of your wrist.
"If you love me please let me pay."
And you knew right then and there that you would never propose to go halfies ever again just to never see him this stressed out, tough you had enjoyed how good Jack looked with tears in his eyes, so maybe never say never.
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