Joining jack for his sunrise yoga
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TW: This is pure smut and dialogue. +18. Downward dog is Jack's favourite position <3
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Jack Abbot had a few glasses of liquid courage and walked over to you. You were talking intensely with Trinity and Whitaker, and the moment Abbot stepped toward you, they both hurried off.
“You scared my friends away!”
“Me? Scary? I’m a gentle and big cuddly bear” he smirks.
“Not with that look you give people” you mumble, “you stare a lot” you wouldn’t have spoken to him like this at work.But you’re not at work; you’re at Robby’s lake house, you’ve had too many drinks and Abbot only scared you during a trauma call. He was intense during trauma calls.
On a day like today, you found him intriguing. Maybe sexy. Actually, definitely sexy.
“It’s called looking.”
“Okay if you say so." You shrug. "You need to relax, your posture is always so... rigid.'
"I do relax! I do sunrise yoga every morning."
You snort loudly, and he looks offended. His dark, scary and... horny? eyes fixate on yours. "That's the stare I'm talking about!"
"Once again, i'm looking."
"Ugh okay. Let’s play a game.” You take his hand and lead him inside the house; he follows without saying a word. You walk him upstairs, and stand in front of a tall hallway mirror, Abbot standing next to you, still holding your hand. You quickly take your hand back once you notice. “What look would you give someone if you were angry at them?”
He looks at you but you gesture for him to look at the mirror. He raises one eyebrow as he tilts his head. “Okay good, now giving me your surprised look.”
“Give me an example”
“Your ex is pregnant with your child”
His jaw drops once the thought crosses his mind. He hates his ex.
“Perfect there it is. Now, stare at someone you don’t like.” He looks at himself in the mirror, dips his head slightly as he stares, eyes not blinking. Your stomach twists at how intimidating and good looking he looks. “Okay… uh now give me a look that says you like someone”
He maintains the same stare, but his chin is no longer slightly dipped. He lifts his head up slowly. “Abbot that’s the same expression!!”
“It isn’t!”
“You’re staring!”
His eyes flick over to you, “I’m admiring.”
You swallow hard, suddenly feeling heat on your skin. “I hate to think what look you’d give someone if you want to get with them.”
“I don’t do looks, sweetheart” he turns over to you slowly, “I’m better with touch and talk.” You take a nervous sip of your drink as you nod. He’s staring again, but this time there’s a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Next time I won’t stare.”
“Just don’t go round touching… people instead of staring. Might get you in trouble.” You let out a drunken giggle. “Unless of course it’s consensual... touch all you want…..”
Jack maintains his stare, but this time you notice him biting on him bottom lip. And you suddenly want to be that lip. “I’m uh… gonna go. Abbot.”
“Did my stare scare you?”
You shake your head as you bite down on your straw.
“If you’re hungry I can get you some food?”
“Hmm?”
“The straw - you’re chewing on it.”
“Oh, I am hungry” you blurt out. You’re suddenly hungry for him. You’ve been hungry for someone like him for a while, but you thought he was off limits. “I’ll uhh go find myself some food.”
“Can I come?”
“C-come?” You take another sip of your drink, suddenly feeling dizzy and it wasn’t the alcohol causing this. It was him. You imagined how he’d look like if he came. You say. “Oh yeah - you can come, with me, come for food, with me.” You take one final sip of the drink that has now ran out. “Let’s uh… go”
Jack takes your hand this time and helps you walk back downstairs to the kitchen. “Sit”
“Hmm?”
He points to the counter. You put the drink to the side but he doesn’t give you the time to lift yourself up. He already put two strong hands around your waist to pull you up. “There’s leftover pizza” he says smiling, grabbing the box out of the fridge. “Nope that’s all mouldy. Gross.” You let out an unexpected giggle. He hands you a cold bottle of water, but you don’t drink it. You put it on your hot chest, hoping it would slow your heartbeat down and take some of the heat away. “There’s leftover spaghetti?”
“Ew no”
“Who doesn’t like spaghetti!”
“Me! Someone who doesn't like spaghetti and someone who knows how to look, and not stare.”
“Okay, I’m gonna make you a sandwich…” he says as he puts one hand on either side of you as he leans in… “we’re gonna go upstairs…”
You hoped his next words would be….
“And play a game.”
“Fuck” you blurt out.
“Hm?” Jack raises an eyebrow in surprise.
“No sorry just… swearing.” You definitely weren’t. “Another staring game?”
He says gently, “unless you have anything else in mind?”
“No… no, staring is good.”
As promised, he makes you a basic cheese sandwich, thanks to the empty fridge Robby had, and you can’t help but stare at him as he made it. Maybe you now understand why he did it to you too, at work. He stared at you too much and watched you work. Maybe he admired you. You take a bite of the sandwich he prepped and mumble a thank you.
“I promise I make better sandwiches at home”
“Oh no, this… this is good.”
“You’re struggling to swallow”
“I have no issues with swallowing, Abbot” you pull an unexpected face at what you’d just said. “I didn’t mean it that way.”
That stupid smirk breaks out on his face again, “didn’t think you did. Game time?”
He leads the way upstairs, hand holding yours, and positions you in front of the mirror. This time he stands behind you, not fully touching, but enough to feel his warm breath on the back of your head.
“How would you look… at a guy who was flirting with you in a bar?”
You frown and scrunch up your nose.
“That’s your flirting face?!”
“No, that’s my face that says: get away I’m having a good time with my friends.”
“I literally didn’t even give you a back story.” He quickly says, “okay. A look you give someone who annoyed you.”
You give the middle finger.
“No, nooo” he says, frustrated, “that’s not the game!”
“But that’s the look I’d give someone!”
“Okay. Okay fine.” He moves to your side. “With facial expressions only…. What look would you give someone you like?”
Your eyes meet his through the mirror, and you gently smile.
“Okay, see that’s… good.” He murmurs, not being able to resist the urge as he leans in slightly. “Now I want you to stare at someone. Like a scary stare.”
You make an attempt at copying his stare, but once he notices what you’re doing, he breaks out into loud laughter.
“That’s how you look” you protest, “literally the same face!”
“If you say so love”
You swallow hard. You could do with some… love.
“You’re staring” he says softly “and I can’t tell if I know what I think it means or not…”
“What… do you think it means?” You murmur, feeling heat creep up your chest.
He brushes some stray hairs off your face, “would you like me to show you?”
You lean into him, and whisper, “yes please”
His hands wrap around your waist, and with one quick sudden movement, he pulls you toward him. “Touch and talk is my speciality after all.”
You couldn’t do any more teasing. “I could do with less talk more touch.”
“Hah, cocky” Jack's hands slowly move up your body and cup your face. “how long do you think the cocky attitude is gonna last?”
“Depends on how good you are.” You blurt out.
“I won’t be handing out feedback forms at the end.” He whispers against your lips.
“That’s a shame. You’ll never know how good or bad you are then?”
Jack nips on your bottom lip playfully, “oh trust me, they usually tell me. Beg for more even.”
“Can’t be that good.” Your heart was about to explode.
With one quick movement, he picks you up and pushes you against a wall. “I don’t remember you talking this much at work?”
“You’re too busy staring” you say breathlessly.
“Would you like me to tell you what I’m gonna do?” He growls against your lips, “Or surprise you?”
You feel his erection pressing between your legs, and you can only imagine the size. “Tell me.”
“First we gotta find a bedroom.” He gently puts you down and walks down the hallway, finds an empty room and quickly locks the door behind you.
"You're staring again." You said under your breath.
"I think... you might be finding it difficult to tell the difference between staring, and admiring."
"And are you? admiring?"
"This whole fucking time sweetheart." He steps closer, "that's on me for not making it clearer."
You nod, "yeah the instructions were... unclear."
"I'll make it clearer," he whispers as he cups your face again, "you just gotta tell me."
"What's... your speciality?"
He leans in and kisses you, softly and gently at first. Despite the alcohol on his breath, he tasted incredible, and you couldn't stop a soft moan from escaping. "Do you have limits?"
"Just be... nice," you say quietly.
"Always am, sweetheart" he licks his lips before leaning in for more. He kisses you as he walks you over to the bed. "I'm gonna take your skirt off, alright?"
You quickly nod, and his hands gently unzip it before dropping to the floor. He then gently lays you on the bed. "And now... i'm gonna play with you."
You let out a shuddering breath once his fingers push your panties to the side and find your clit. "Fffuck"
"And then i'm gonna eat." He kisses your neck, "Nervous?"
"Me? never." A small lie.
"Good, I want you to be comfortable," he says as he plays with the clit, lips gently sucking on your neck, "this okay?"
"Jack?" you mewl.
"Yes sweetheart?" he his face hovers over yours, and just as he sees your lips part about to moan, he silences it with his lips. "Tell me."
But you don't. Instead, you take your panties off, grabbing his hand and pushing his fingers in.
Jack growls, "I was taking my time. But that's okay."
Your eyes stare into his, "I need you to fuck me, can you do that?"
"But I like to take my time, baby." he smirks, "The night is still young. Is that okay?"
You nod as he starts slowly pumping two fingers in, and you rock against his movement. "Fuck me."
"I will baby" he whispers as he kisses your lips, "I will, you just be good and wait alright?"
You rock harder against his fingers, Jack feeling you drip down with every move. Then he stops and your expression was full of grief. He smirks, "I'm hungry." The moment his lips found your clit, you lost all senses. You squirmed at the way his tongue flicked; you tried to hold on to anything - the sheets or a pillow, but you could only grab onto his curls. He was gentle, as promised, but it wasn't slow. It was greedy, and hungry, and every move was deliberate.
"Jack, oh god-” You pull him closer as your back arches off the bed, so he gently puts his arm over your stomach and holds you down in place. "Stay still."
"I caaan't"
"Mhm" he murmurs against your wet skin, "you can, and you will."
This time, he fucks you with his tongue, and you slap your hand over your mouth to muffle a scream. He's pinning you in place, his tongue is hot and relentless. Your thighs start to tremble around his head as his tongue moves back to the clit, this time sucking on it just as you orgasm. He slows down but doesn't fully stop, not until he feels you relax fully. He kisses your inner thigh softly before moving up, hovering over you with a satisfied grin. "Feeling okay?"
You nod weakly. He hovers his lips over yours, "you taste so good, did you know that?"
"I've been told" you murmur.
"Huh" Jack's tone was not as playful this time. "So other men have been where I have."
"Of course", you tease. "Not many, but enough."
"That's gotta change", he kisses your lips. "I don't like sharing."
"That's a shame" you murmur, "I do love a threeway"
His hard cock presses against your soaked folds. "Can I fuck you now? And then we can talk about sharing later?"
"Yes but-" you shift over to the middle of the bed, pulling him up with you, "Can you not be nice this time?"
He smirks again before diving back in.
Jack was right - he definitely doesn't need to hand out feedback forms because what you felt and what sounds came out of you were nothing you had experienced before.
A few hours later, the sound of his alarm jolted you wide awake. You grunted as you reached over him and silenced the phone, but not even five minutes later, it pinged again. You reach over again, but this time Jack gets hold of you first. "Time for yoga, baby"
"Nopppe" you say, "Absolutely not."
"You said I need to relax."
"Yes, like normal people. Who does yoga at FIVE am?"
After not much protesting, he helps you get out of bed, throwing you one of his t-shirts.
"I can't find my pants."
"You're not gonna need them."
"Huh?" you frown, still half asleep, and incredibly hungover.
"You'll see. You don't have to join in, of course. The option is always there."
You definitely didn't want to.
You sneak out of the house, a big blanket in hand, and he leads the way down to the lake and finds a quiet spot for the two of you to do yoga. Jack takes his top off, then drops his shorts down. He didn't even bother with underwear.
"You're staring."
"You're naked."
"So?"
"You are... naked. We are outside."
"You've seen me naked. Did you forget already?" he smirks, "I can remind you again."
"Uhhh" you wanted him to remind you, here and now. "I'm good."
"Naked yoga - it's sorta my thing."
It definitely is yours now too.
"Fuck it," you whisper under your breath and take off his T-shirt. You now stood naked, in front of him. "What's my first pose? And don't say downward dog."
He smirks, "downward dog."
"We gotta warm up!" you quickly say, "don't we? i've never done yoga before."
He steps closer, "How do you know about downward dog then?"
You pull a face and press your lips together.
"Huh..." Jack lowers his chin and stares. "I don't like sharing."
"So you said." You tease, despite the racing of your heart, you manage to say without your voice shaking, "So how do I do this?"
"Let's do a seated forward pose first. Just follow what I'm doing."
You help him lower himself onto the blanket, and then sit next to him as you mirror his pose. He does it effortlessly, whereas you on the other hand, do terribly because who wouldn't be distracted by someone like him. Let alone someone like him, naked.
“Not bad for a first try. Breathe into it.” he says.
You mumble, "i'm trying."
You try a couple more poses with him. He flows easily into a gentle spinal twist with his prosthetic leg extended comfortably. You follow… to the best of your abilities. Jack chuckles softly, “You’re doing great, baby. Yoga’s not about being perfect.”
“Easy for you to say,” you grumble, cheeks hot. “You look like a damn statue out here.”
"You keep staring," he teases.
"Can you blame me?" you puff your red cheeks out, "we're naked and in the middle of... is it a forest?"
"One last pose?"
"You're gonna say downward dog again."
He nods excitedly, "Only if you want to. You don't have to join."
You playfully stretch out your arms in preparation for your bending down. Jack giggles softly at your attempt. He moves behind you, hands sliding over your hips, "Spread your legs a little… yeah, like that. And then hands down..."
You bend forward into the pose, ass high, feeling completely exposed. This must have been the wildest thing you have ever done in your entire life.
“Oh shit-” Your arms tremble as you try and hold yourself steady.
"Easy" Jack mumbles as he steadies you, "breathe into it."
"You keep saying that!"
"You're doing great," Jack smirks as he takes one look at your wet pussy. "You feeling good?"
"I'm feeling... things for sure."
His hand stays on your back. "Want me to do something about it?"
You look up at him, smiling, "Promise no one will come here?"
He smirks before his hands move back toward your hips, but instead of correcting your form, he drops to his knees. "Just spread wider for me."
"fffuck Jack oh my god" your arms nearly buckle, "oh mmy-"
He buries his face deeper into your pussy, "This makes yoga so much more interesting." The vibration of his words against you makes it impossible for you to stay in your pose. Your arms eventually give out, but he catches you. "Easy, i've got you."
He sits you down gently, and he couldn't help but smile at your pretty face. Your face is flushed, and your hair has gone wild, but Jack loves how you look. He sits back on his elbows as he stares at you. You take a second, collect your thoughts and your breath before you climb on top of him, straddling his hips. Jack's face was full of surprise and admiration,
That. That was a look of admiration.
Jack Abbot has been giving you stares of admiration this whole time but you've been too silly to notice them.
He grips your hips tight around him as you ride him, and the rest was history.
