Summary: While Jake is worn down and restless on tour, the rare night you finally connect on the phone leaves him so overwhelmed by your voice that his longing spills over.
Content Warnings: long distance (kind of), SMUT 18+ INCLUDING: male masturbation, auditory stimulus, phone sex, horny jake, sexual deprivation, cum.
You sank into bed, the light of your phone slicing through the dark. It was finally 9pm, the hour you and Jake had set for your call. Your heart leapt as the phone buzzed, his name glowing on the screen.
Two endless weeks had dragged on with hardly a word shared. Time zones, your grueling day job, his late night performances, and the punishing pace of his nonstop tour had kept you apart. Jake was beyond exhausted, the relentless schedule leaving him no time for himself, not even a fleeting moment to ease his sexual frustration, the pent up desire simmering beneath his weariness
You answered on the first ring, voice brimming with longing.
“Hey, baby, I missed you.”
Your words slipped out, and on the other end Jake felt them hit like a spark. He lay sprawled in his cramped tour bus bunk, the thin curtain shielding him from the hum of the road and the snores of his bandmates.
He was in nothing but a worn t-shirt and boxers, tangled under a thin blanket, his hair a mess from restless tossing. Your voice, that sweet, familiar cadence, shot straight to his core. He felt himself harden almost immediately, a flush of shame creeping up his neck. But despite the twinge of embarrassment, his hand wandered down to his waistband, fingers brushing the elastic.
He shifted, a low hum escaping his throat, trying to keep his cool.
“Hmm, missed you too, darling,” he murmured, voice husky, rough and frayed from fatigue and pent up energy.
You sank deeper into your pillows, clutching the phone tighter. “It’s been too long, Jake. I miss hearing from you.” Your words were soft, but there was a crack in them, an ache. You’d missed him so much it hurt— his laugh, his touch, the way he’d pull you close and hum a melody against your skin.
Jakes knuckles brushed the curve of his shaft and he exhaled sharply, the sound almost a groan. With a rush of realisation, he reprimanded himself silently, moving his hand away from his waistband and resting it on his thigh instead.
He cleared his throat, forcing a steadier tone. “I know sweetheart, I know. We’ll find a way to call more regularly, promise. So, what’ve you been up to this week? Tell me everything.”
You smiled at the question, even though he couldn’t see it, and launched into the details. “Just the usual chaos at work. Monday was a nightmare. My boss dumped this huge project on me last minute, and I spent the whole day buried in spreadsheets. But Tuesday was better; I met up with Sarah for coffee, and we talked about that new café downtown. She said the lattes are amazing so I’ll check it out with her next week and let you know how it is…” You let out a small huff of laughter as you continued talking, and the sound stuck vividly in Jake’s mind, conjuring the exact curve of your lips when you giggled like that.
Jake listened, his eyes closing as your voice washed over him, sobering and intoxicating all at once. He didn’t realize his hand had drifted until he felt his fingers slipping beneath his boxers again, lightly palming his hard on. The sound of your voice sent a jolt through him, making his breath hitch. He was too far gone to stop now, the pent-up frustration melting into a hazy need.
“…and then on Wednesday, I finally got around to reorganizing the closet. Found that old guitar pick of yours that you lost. It was lodged in the back corner in a crack in the wood— you know, the black one with the green markings? I sent you a picture when I found it— made me think of you all over again,” you continued, your voice softening with a sigh that felt like it brushed against his skin.
Made me think of you, seared into his mind, painting a crystal clear image of you holding that pick, your fingers tracing it the way you used to trace his jaw. His fist wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly to the rhythm of your voice, each syllable like a caress against his frayed nerves.
Two weeks of longing, of restless nights and stolen moments thinking of you, had left him raw, and now your voice was unraveling him completely.
You kept going, oblivious to the effect you were having. “Wednesday was kind of slow other than that. Left your pick on your nightstand for when you get home to me.”
Home to me, home to me, home to me. His fist picked up some speed, thumb gliding over the head of his cock.
“And Thursday, I tried cooking that pasta recipe you like, but I swear I messed up the sauce…” A soft chuckle escaped you, and Jake’s mind latched onto it, picturing the way your eyes crinkled at the corners, the way your laugh always felt like a secret shared just with him.
His strokes grew steadier, his breath shallow as he clung to every word, every small sound. The buildup inside him was intense, a slow burn that had been smoldering for weeks, now flaring hot and now so, so urgent. Your voice, soft, and laced with that intimate grace it always held was enough to push his imagination to the edge. He could see you so clearly, like the image had been burned into the back of his eyelids, straddling him, leaning down, your breath against his neck. His hand drove faster, though he kept it quiet, biting his lip to stifle the sounds threatening to spill out.
You paused, the silence stretching. “Jake? You still there?”
He grunted, caught off guard, his hand freezing for a moment. “Hm? Oh, yeah, yeah, I’m here,” he managed, voice strained, thick with the effort of holding himself together. “Keep going. What about… fr–Friday?” The words stumbled out, his mind foggy with the sensation of his fist, pretending it was you instead, your warmth, your touch.
“Okay, baby,” you said with a giggle, the words sending a fresh wave of heat through him. He could picture you saying it, your lips parted just so, your voice dipping into that tender tone you used only for him. His hand moved again, faster now, as you went back to your story. “Friday was a mess, honestly. I burned my eggs in the morning and the house smelt of smoke all day…” Your voice flowed on, light and teasing, peppered with little sighs and huffs of laughter that stuck in his mind like snapshots, each one vivid, each one pushing him closer to the edge. The pressure inside him coiled tighter. Your voice was everything, his anchor, his undoing, the only thing grounding him in that cramped bunk.
He let out a low groan, half whimper, unable to hold it back as the sensation crested. You stopped mid sentence, voice catching. “Jake? You okay?”
“Y— hh– yeah,” he managed to breathe out, chest heaving now. But you’d gone silent. Too silent.
“Are you sure? You sound kind of… I don't know…?”
His breath was heavy, the rustle of sheets faint but unmistakable through the phone. “Mhmmm,” he managed, the sound strained, almost pleading. “Just… keep talking, please. Please keep talking.”
You flushed, a sudden heat creeping up your cheeks as you caught the edge in his voice, the uneven rhythm of his breathing, the soft rustle in the background. Realisation dawned, and you bit your lip, heart racing. How long had he been…
You didn’t call it out, didn’t stop, just leaned into the moment, your voice softer now, deliberately intimate.
“Okay, baby,” you murmured again, and Jake’s mind clung to the way you said it, the word wrapping around him like a touch. “Yesterday, I went for a walk by the wharf, and the sunset was so pretty, all pink and gold, made me think of you…” You paused, your voice dropping lower, a hint of suggestion curling around your words. “I missed you the most that day… went to bed and… touched myself… thought of you…”
Jake’s head threw back against the pillow, eyes squeezed shut as your words painted a vivid picture— your body tangled in sheets, whispering his name into the dark, your fingers moving against your delicate skin, your face contorted in pleasure as you came undone thinking of him.
His fist pumped faster, the image so clear it was almost real, each stroke pulling him closer to the edge. You knew now, knew what he was doing, and you leaned into it, your voice a teasing caress. “I wondered if you were touching yourself too… thinking about me as well? I hoped you were…”
He moaned loudly, the sound raw and desperate. “Oh, fuck, baby…” he gasped, his voice barely holding together as the pressure inside him climbed, climbed, climbed.
Your voice kept going, each word deliberate, dripping with intent. “I could almost feel you there, Jake, your hands on me, your mouth…”
The images burned into his mind, your sighs and soft laughs from earlier mixing with these new, suggestive words, each one pushing him higher. His body tensed, the weeks of pent up frustration boiling over, his fist a poor substitute for you but driven by the sound of your voice alone.
You kept talking, guiding him through it. “I thought about how you’d feel inside me… I wanted it to be you so bad, baby…”
Your words hit him hard, flooding his mind with need. He gripped himself tighter, imagining the steady pump of his fist was the warm, snug feel of you.
His head careened into the pillow, body arching as he hit his orgasm, cumming hard over his fist, spilling into his boxers with a shuddering groan that he couldn’t hold back. His breath came in ragged gasps, the pleasure crashing through him in waves, amplified by the sound of your voice still in his ear, soft and knowing.
You listened to his heavy breathing as he came down, a quiet smile in your voice as you murmured, “Still with me, baby?”
He let out a shaky laugh, chest heaving, the aftershocks still rippling through him. “Yeah… fuck, yeah, I’m here,” he panted, voice raw. His body sank into the mattress as the last tremors faded.
Your voice curled through the phone, playful but tender. “Oh, baby, sounds like you've been saving that one up.”
He let out a tired chuckle, dragging a hand across his damp forehead. “You have no idea. This tour’s been brutal. Haven’t had a second to… y’know, take care of that since I left.”
“Two weeks?” you teased, your voice soft but playful. “God, babe, you must’ve been running on empty.”
“Hmph, barely hanging on,” he mumbled, a faint grin in his voice as he shifted, the sheets rustling.
You laughed softly, knowing how he always crashed hard after. “Well, I don’t wanna keep you up, rockstar. Sounds like you’re barely keeping your eyes open.”
“No, no, wait,” he said quickly, his voice softening, almost pleading. “Stay, please. Keep talking. I… I missed your voice so much.”
You smiled through the phone, your tone turning gentle. “Okay, love. I’m right here.”
“Tell me about that project you’ve got at work,” he murmured curiously, wanting to hold onto you a little longer.
You tucked your arm under your head, settling into the pillow with a soft sigh. “Okay,” you said, your voice warm as you started talking about the latest challenge at work, the deadlines, the little wins, and the frustrating client calls.
Jake listened, his breathing slowing, the familiar timbre of your voice wrapping around him like a blanket. As you spoke, his responses faded to soft hums, and soon, his quiet snores whispered through the phone, lulling you both into a shared, peaceful sleep.
Tag List: @frogkiszka @hailtheaeon @allof--mylove @scarabsinthestardust @musicislove3389 @lightsofthe-living-gvf
A/N: Remember when I said Sam was Tchaikovsky: The Nutcracker coded?? Yeah, well… So is Jake, and since we have now experienced so much Ballerina Jake on stage, I just couldn’t help myself. Also disclaimer, I haven’t done ballet in 5+ years now, so please forgive me if I misname anything. Also, if you are not familiar with the Nutcracker pas de deux, I have linked it HERE for you to go watch (I recommend watching it before reading this, if you have the time or even just the desire to!). Please excuse any errors as always, and I hope you all like it! <3
WARNINGS: Excessive language, excessive practicing, some name calling (bitch, asshole, etc), hate!fucking, asshole!Jake, degradation, fingering, edging, slight mirror play, overstimulation, choking, biting, sort of public sex? sex in a studio, unprotected sex.
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“You two will be excellent together!” You can hear the smile in your choreographer’s voice. At least one of you is excited. “Well, have a lovely day, dear and I will see you back tomorrow to continue rehearsals.”
You say your goodbyes and hang up the phone, immediately sighing to yourself as you toss your phone to the side.
This is just great, you think to yourself.
What are the odds that the original Cavalier would suffer an injury and have to back out and Jake of all people, will be the one stepping in. It’s a serious lose/lose situation for all parties involved.
It has been quite some time since you’ve worked with Jake Kiszka, but to your knowledge he is no different than he used to be. Arrogant, cocky and an absolute asshole. Not to mention, the extensive hours that he chooses to practice are arguably a little unhealthy and excessive. Though, you have to give a nod to the way he strives for perfection. He’s one of the most talented dancers within the Ballet company the two of you work for. It’s admirable in its own sort of fucked up way.
Not that you don’t strive for that same level of perfection, you just have a different view and approach on how to get there.
After a moment or two of sulking, you decide to call Danny. A fellow dancer at your company and one of your best friends - but also a pretty close friend of Jake’s, you’re almost certain.
The phone barely rings twice before an excited Danny is answering the phone.
“Hello?” Danny’s voice finally cuts through, warm and genuine. As it always is.
“Hey! So uhm…” you start to trail off. “You know Anthony, right ? The guy who was originally the Cavalier?”
“I do, why? What happened?” He asks, concern and curiosity seeping into the way he speaks. “You sound kinda upset...”
“Oh, I’m definitely upset… Anthony has an injury and is being required to take a break…” you pause for a moment, before adding more details. “I mean, he seemed to be in some pain when we were practicing last night, but he told me not to worry.” A long sigh pushes out of your lungs. “But, now Jake is Cavalier...”
What you can only assume is slightly stunned silence, takes over his end of the phone.
“Jake…?” He questions finally. You can practically see his raised eyebrows and wide eyes. “Jake is Cavalier now?”
“Yeah…” You confirm, sighing heavily at the incredibly draining thought of it. “Danny, I don’t even know what to do.”
“Are you joking? What do you mean you ‘don’t know what to do?’” Danny practically scoffs at your words. “You’ve always wanted this part. You would really let Jake ruin this for you? That’s kinda ridiculous, bug.” He scolds you. “Not only that, but you’re already well into rehearsals. You’ve only got a few days left before dress rehearsals start up.”
“Danny, Have you not worked with him?!” You laugh humorously into the phone. “He’s an ass. A complete and total fucking ass.”
Danny laughs at your little outburst, immediately taking up for his friend. “I have and… yes, he can be a lot to handle, but he’s a perfectionist. Everything he does on stage has to be perfect, in his mind.”
You bite at your bottom lip, not at all soothed by Danny’s words whatsoever. You’d made up your mind about Jake and that was that.
“You two will be phenomenal together,” Danny says, breaking the moment of silence. “Give it a go. Don’t just throw away your dreams of doing sugar plum just because of this.”
“I’m really not… it’s just… I really don’t wanna have to do that pas de deux with Jake.” His name spits out of you with pure distaste, making Danny laugh lightly. You can imagine the gentle shake of his head, too.
“Like I said… you two will be amazing,” Danny reiterates, tone warm and genuine. “Don’t stress it too much. Just do what you do best and I’m sure everything will be cool.”
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The first few days of rehearsing with Jake go… well, anything but smoothly. Things are rocky and feel out of place, some parts of the routine having to be changed to suite you and Jake, instead of you and your original partner, Anthony.
And today’s practice rolls around too quickly, just like the last three days have. You go to bed, only to wake up feeling like you only slept for a solid five minutes, before you have to get up and reconvene with Jake all over again.
For the first time since joining this professional company, it feels like actual work. Not that it isn’t always work, but you’ve not ever felt this genuinely frustrated by the thought of going to the studio.
The door of the building slams closed behind you, finally separating you from the chilly, early December air.
You make your way down the long hallway, towards the room that your instructor had originally assigned for you and Anthony to use for practicing your Pas De Deux, but has now been for you and Jake.
As you reach the door, you can’t hear anything from the other side of it, and you wonder if Jake is even around yet. In all fairness, you are incredibly early. However, you’ve come to know that Jake takes early to a whole new level.
You open up the door to find he’s nowhere to be seen. Though he isn’t present just yet, realization is like a slap across the face, as it has been each day since you’ve started rehearsing with Jake.
It hits you in a brand new wave. Every. Single Day: This is really happening. You are stuck with Jake from now, until the end of the run.
But, there’s never enough time to dwell on what’s already in motion - which you’ve come to realize that it’s probably better off that way. You shove all the thoughts and feelings stirring up, as far back as they will go, placing your bag and coffee down, so you can begin getting ready to warm up.
Unfortunately for you, not nearly enough time passes before the sound of the door handle is beckoning for your attention and Jake is stepping through the doorway.
You turn to face him, a tight lipped smile being the only thing he offers you as he turns around to close the door. So, you return the half-assed smile and go back to putting on your pointe shoes and stretching out.
The more you spend time rehearsing with him, the more you realize that truly, he’s absolutely gorgeous. Quite possibly the most beautiful man you’ve ever had the pleasure of dancing with. But, it isn’t really feeling so much like a pleasure to actually be dancing with him.
You swallow down the annoyance already bubbling up, “Do you need to warm-“
“I warmed up already,” Jake cuts you off before you can even finish your question. “I’ve been here for a while working on my variation.”
He places his things down, then makes his way over to you.
The annoyance floods right back in like it never even left, “Alright, then.”
“Let’s work on those new pieces we added.” It comes out as a command, setting your body even more ablaze.
“No need to get all bossy, Jacob.” You bite rather harshly. “That’s what I’m here for. Not to just bullshit around.”
“I wasn’t-“ Jake stops himself short, the two words sounding very defensive and annoyed.
The audacity for HIM to be annoyed.
He sucks in a sharp breath, trying to calm himself. “I wasn’t trying to be commanding.”
“Whatever.” You glare up at him, filling the space between you with even more tension.
“We can just carefully skim through the whole thing, sans the lifts, if you’d like.”
He stares at you with what can only be read as a stunned expression for a moment, before shrugging his shoulders and reaching up to roll the sleeves of his shirt.
“Ready?” Jake extends his hand out towards you, while clearly trying his best to release the unwanted tension in his shoulders.
You take his hand and let him guide you, stepping through slowly until you reach the first lift.
“Aaaand we’re skipping this part,” Jake sings in a mumble, moving with you into the next few steps.
You move with him flawlessly through it all, letting him guide you around the floor. It might even feel nice, if it isn’t for the raging distaste you have for him.
The softness of the which he handles you, doesn’t go unnoticed, though. You notice it almost right away and it slips you into a distracted daze, focusing more on the way his face keeps a calm and even expression and his body moves so fluently.
“Shit!” Jake hisses suddenly, quickly followed by a gasp from you as you bump into his body, causing you both to stumble. “Are you even paying attention?! Goddamn.”
“You grabbed my arm wrong.” You lie quickly, smirking internally as you watch pure annoyance start to show itself all over his face at even the suggestion that he’d messed up.
“You’re joking, right?” Jake snaps at you, practically burning holes into your head with his intense stare.
“No, I’m not joking.” You fire back, trying to make your eyes just as cold and harsh as his are, “There’s a lift there, Jacob.”
Any sort of normal, appropriate volume for the space the two of you occupy is suddenly out of the window completely.
“We aren’t even doing the fucking lifts right now!” Jake’s hands fly into the air dramatically.
“Jesus Christ. This is already giving me a fucking headache.” Your fingers rub at your temples and you fight to not raise you voice like Jake just had. “Let’s just start over? We can do the damn lifts this time, if that makes you happier.”
“Just don’t fucking kill yourself.” Jake mumbles, adjusting the bun hanging lowly at the back of his head.
“If something happens to me, it’ll be because you’ve dropped me.” You scoff, emphasizing with an intense eye roll. “And I wouldn’t put that past you.”
For once, you seem to have stunned him into silence for a brief moment.
“Are you not capable of just fucking practicing?” Jake questions, dropping his arms down to his sides, his shoulders slumping. “Or is it always just going to be a bitching contest?” He takes a step closer to you, pointing and finger at your face. “Because if so, I fucking quit. They can find you a new partner.”
There’s barely a beat of crippling silence before he’s adding on, “And good luck getting your shit together with him before dress rehearsal in three days.”
Your jaw drops as shock washes over you. The first instinct of your body is to simply just reach up and smack him, however, it’s not worth the consequences that will surely follow such an action.
Getting down on the floor, you start frantically untying your pointe shoes.
“What are you doing?” Jake’s volume is still a little too loud for a place of work. “Get up.”
“I have a fucking better idea-“ You pull both pointe shoes off quickly and stand back up. “Find yourself a new partner, dick.”
With that, you storm over to your bag and drop your pointe shoes inside. You grab your regular shoes and your bag, not even turning back to look at him as you make your way to the door.
So much force is put behind your movements as you jerk the door open and slam it closed as you leave.
“Woah, there, hot stuff…” Josh greets you, with an air of caution to his tone. “What’s got you so pissed off?”
“Your twin.” You respond flatly. No emotion for him to gauge in your tone whatsoever as you continue storming down the hallway.
“Right, right… Cause he got…” he sighs, trailing off.
“Yeah…”
“How about we go take a little break?” Josh suggests as he catches up with you, stopping you in your tracks. “I was about to go grab some coffee on my way home, but you can come along and i’ll just bring you back here after?”
Though, you aren’t sure if you’ll even want to come back yet, you give him a slight nod, and that’s all he needs before his arm is motioning for you to follow him.
The two of you walk to his car in silence for a minute, until you’re both inside and buckled in.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Josh asks as he starts his car.
A strained sigh forces its way out of your lungs.
“I mean…He’s just…” you pause, trying to word yourself carefully as you don’t want to disrespect Josh by talking so harshly about his brother.
But Josh beats you to the proper words you’re searching so hard for. “Hard to work with?”
You hold back the scoff that bubbles up in your throat. “Yeah… Yeah, that’s one way to put it.”
Much to your surprise, a genuine giggle leaves Josh’s lips as he drives through the little bit of lunch hour traffic lingering on the streets of the city.
“You don’t have to sugar coat it, love,” he assures you, flashing you a quick smile. “I know he can be a bit… mm…difficult.”
“He acts like I’m not also just as much of a perfectionist! I don’t get it!” Your hands gesture up for emphasis, slamming back down into your lap with a soft smack. “I felt like I was having to walk on egg shells earlier.”
“I wish I could sit here and tell you that things will get better, but…” Josh trails off, running his hand over his face. “This part is stressing him out. He never expected to be doing it… I know he doesn’t want to fuck it up. Now, that doesn’t excuse his actions, but just…give him some time. He will loosen up eventually. Hopefully…”
Despite Josh’s words being true, you don’t feel as though they’ve really soothed you very much, if at all.
“You haven’t danced with him in a really long time, either and you dance differently now. I mean that in a good way, but Jake is also having to learn how you work now, on top of everything on his end.” Josh adds, having sensed the uncertainty still lingering on your face.
“I’m not going to lie to you… I’ve been fucking up, too.” You tell him honestly. “Like our routine.”
Josh looks over at you, clearly surprised. “You? You’ve been fucking up?” He questions. “How? I watched you and Anthony do it just last week and it was beautiful!”
“I… I don’t know. I guess Jake just… makes me nervous?” You admit.
Josh turns his face towards the window, trying to hide the grin tugging at his lips until he can collect himself.
But before Josh even has the chance to formulate a response to that, you’re asking him the question that’s been burning your brain since you left the studio.
“Do you think he’ll still be there when we get back?” You ask him softly. The fear of having to go to your director and explain such an outburst between you and Jake, settling deep within your bones. Or worse, Jake has already gone to someone and explained the situation, ultimately kicking you from your role.
“I can assure you, he’ll be there when we get back.” Josh answers seriously. “He isn’t going anywhere.
The conversation about Jake drops for the remainder of your little adventure. Until you’re watching the studio slowly come back into your line of sight, as Josh drives the two of you back.
“What if he’s still mad?” You can’t help but bring the situation back to the surface.
Josh’s shoulders slump slightly, and he seems to be thinking about the best way to answer you. Because the sickening truth is, even he knows that Jake is probably still boiling below the surface, just waiting for another fuck up from you, or anyone else, to send him exploding all over again.
“Just… Don’t go back in guns blazing…” He tells you, trying to choose his words carefully. “Try to be level headed and just get as much practice in as you can. The more you dance, the less room you leave for talking…or an argument. Ya know, whichever... And hopefully, the nerves will ease up little by little, then he won’t have anything to be a shithead over.”
“Right. Because that really worked earlier.” You finally let the scoff you’ve been choking back slip out. “I’ll try again, anyway. Thank you, Josh.”
“Anytime, love. Anytime.” He waves you off with a smile as you close the door and head back inside.
“Hey!”
Just before you step inside, you hear Josh calling for you and you turn around to face him.
“If you need me to come back and beat his ass, just call!”
Your head falls back as a genuine laugh explodes from your lungs. The most you’ve laughed all day, really, and it feels lovely.
Shaking your head, it’s your turn to wave him off, trying to get inside before the cold starts to make your bones ache any more than it already has.
It’s quiet, as you’re reaching the later hours of the afternoon, daylight just barely lingering still.
You make your way down the hall, back to the dreaded, mirrored, room that you and Jake have to continue to share. Assuming he’s still here… or he hasn’t had you replaced and you just don’t know it yet.
When you reach the door, you can hear the familiar song playing from the other side. The doorknob is freezing cold beneath your hand, a drastic contrast to the heat of anger still somehow lingering in your body. Shoving it open slowly, careful not to disturb who you can only assume is Jake, you peak your head in first to see him practicing all on his own.
His movements are flawless. Each step he takes and every movement of his arms, so precise and strong. The white tights he’s wearing accentuate the muscles running throughout his legs, his black t-shirt hugging his shoulders just so. He holds himself with utmost confidence, his eyes never casting themselves to the floor, looking out into an imaginary audience, or at an imaginary partner, when his attention is meant to be focused on her.
Suddenly, you become very aware that you wish to be the one under that gentle, but attentive gaze of his - completely unlike the way he had looked at you earlier. While you may be his partner, he won’t ever look at you that way -gentle and attentive- until he’s on stage and even then, it likely won’t feel real. It will be nothing but acting. It stings, but you shove the sour feeling deep down inside you and step fully back into the room.
“Can you turn the music off for a second?” You ask him, trying to keep a cool and collected tone.
The sound of annoyance Jake lets out doesn’t miss your ears, despite the music still playing.
He walks over and pauses the music, turning to you with an expectant look - just waiting for you to have a damn good reason for essentially asking him to stop what he had been doing. As if the two of you don’t have a lot more work to do.
“I’m…sorry for earlier.” The words are a bit strained as they leave you. What’s to be expected, though? You don’t really want to apologize to him, but you know it’s the right thing to do.
“It’s alright.” Jake mutters, barely nodding his head in acknowledgement to your apology. “I’m sorry, too. Let’s just get back to it, yeah?”
You’re stunned for a moment by his returned apology, having not expected him to give you one at all. Although, you can’t bring yourself to open space for any hope that things are maybe going to get better from here. That’s something you won’t believe until you see it happening consistently. Besides, there’s still an obvious hint of something unpleasant in his tone.
“Yeah, okay…” you agree, sitting your things down. “If you want, we can just work on the lifts for a while… ya know, just for a change of pace.”
The air in the room seems thick with awkwardness, of which you’re not helping to aid at all, being that your tone is rapidly fueling it and Jake without a doubt takes notice of that.
Though, he continues to act completely immune to the awkwardness filling the space. Leaving you to suffer in it all on your own.
After only offering you but a short and flat, “Sure,” you and Jake move on to the lifts. Of which go smoothly… Until they don’t.
“Fucking-“ Jake grunts, arms wobbling slightly as you struggle to find your balance in his hands. “Shit!”
No sooner than the curse of annoyance and distress rumbles out of him, you’re plummeting almost to the ground, Jake’s arms catching you just in time to save you from completely hitting the floor.
“God damnit,” Jake sighs, running a hand over his face once you are standing on your own two feet again.
“This one is just… I can’t get my balance right.” You admit to him. At least you’re being truthful.
You aren’t really sure why you’re having so much trouble. You had done these exact same lifts just fine with Anthony for weeks before Jake even became Cavalier.
Perhaps it was the tension between you and Jake. The mutual, very strong dislike for one another. The lingering bit of hostility from your’s and Jake’s outburst, not even two whole hours ago…
Or his hands on my body… Wait-
You’re quick to interject on your own thoughts. You simply cannot stand the idea of letting your mind wander off with such thoughts about Jake. You refuse to feel that way.
“I see that.” Jake’s words are once again dripping with that same amount of aggravation from earlier - Of which had lead to you storming out on him.
He throws a judgmental glance your way, likely wondering how you even got sugar plum in the first place.
“Let’s try again.” Jake steps behind you, placing his hands on your body just so, adjusting his stance as he prepares to lift you up into the air. Hopefully with more elegance and grace than the first time. “I’m going to count to three, and then you jump.”
You think you’re taking advantage of the fact that he can’t see your face, rolling your eyes at his commanding tone. Much to your misfortune, you seem to have briefly forgotten that you’re both facing a wall, perfectly lined with large mirrors.
“Can you drop the fucking attitude, for god’s sake?” Jake snaps in question, his hands squeezing where they’re planted just above your hips.
If looks could kill, the glare you send him through the mirror would have surely taken him out cold. “How bold of you to point fingers on someone’s attitude. I’m not the only one with an apparent attitude problem here.”
“I’m sorry? In case you haven’t noticed, you are the reason i’m irritated.” Jake is slowly starting to seethe again. You can tell by the way his jaw has clenched itself painfully tight.
You ignore his comment, just staring at him blankly for a moment before finally speaking up.
“Just…count to three. And lift me.” You enunciate your words firmly, sucking in a deep breath in attempts to prepare yourself.
Jake on the other hand, releases a long breath, rolling his shoulders back in hopes to relax his body, at least a little bit. “Fine, then.”
“One…” He begins to count, checking his grip on your waist. “Two…Three.”
The second he speaks the last number, you’re jumping just enough for him to gain the leverage needed to lift you up into the air above his head.
“Good. Good!” Jake praises from below you, watching you attentively through the mirror.
“Tighten your core just a little more,” He tells you, lowering you slightly as you start to wobble a bit. “Yeah, there you go.” He lifts you back up where you’re supposed to be. “Now, hold it.”
You extend your arms out, focusing solely on holding your pose. There’s still the slightest shake to your position, but you hold it pretty successfully, despite that.
“There it is.” The prideful tone of Jake’s voice makes you smile internally, though you’d spend your last drops of energy on keeping said smile off of your face for him to physically see.
“Okay, I’m gonna bring you down now…”
Jake slowly lowers you back down and you hold your next position until you feel your pointe shoe touch the hard floor.
“Thank fuck,” you sigh, relieved that it was somewhat smooth.
Of course, Jake can’t let the slightest little fuck up slide.
‘Everything has to be perfect, at least in his mind.’
“It was still shaky as hell.” Jake complains, giving a dramatic gesture with his hand.
You suck in a quick, sharp breath. The anger resurfacing is nearly blinding, clouding your vision in a red hue that you can’t hardly believe is really there.
“How do you suppose I fix that, then? Hm?” Your voice drips with a venom that’s so unlike you, normally.
“You practice more.” Jake says, as if it’s the most obvious fucking thing. Like you should have already known that.
“Wow. What prophetic fucking advice, Jake. I appreciate it,” you scoff, crossing your arms like a pouting child.
“Since you obviously don’t think you need it, let’s run it, then. Start to finish.” Jake suggests, knowing good and well he just wants to try and prove a point.
With a cool shrug of your shoulders, you agree. “Fine.”
Jake saunters over to his phone, where it lays right by the speaker sitting on one of the chairs, and presses play.
The familiar and oh-so beautiful orchestration starts to fill the room - it brings butterflies of realization to life in your stomach. This is your dream role and while you may be doing it with the absolute last person you would have ever picked on your own, you know in the end, once the two of you work out the kinks of your mutual dislike, you will be a flawless pair.
You take your first few steps that lead you to Jake, where you finally come to meet in the middle and delicately, you lay your hand atop of his palm. His fingers close carefully around your hand, then, lifting your arm above the two of you to slowly spin you around.
There seems to by a shift in the energy within the room and between the two of you, and it’s most certainly a welcomed shift.
As you continue through the routine, the new found comfort of dancing with him slowly overtakes you. Unfortunately, the burning sensation his hands leave in their wake as they help guide you, is making it harder and harder to focus. And of course, that only makes frustration bubble within you.
*Why can’t I dance with him? Why does he have to affect me so much? I don’t like him. He doesn’t like me.
Questions upon questions bounce around in your mind, inevitably distracting you from the important task at hand. It’s dangerous waters to swim in, the closer you get to the crescendo of the song; running the risk of one of you getting hurt somehow by lack of focus.
Focus. Focus. Focus.
You internally chant the word to yourself, desperately trying your best to pull your mind back to one collective place.
“Come back to me.” Jake’s tone is firm but not angry, as he prepares to bring you into the first lift.
Here goes nothing.
Forcing your brain to remain solely honed in on the task at hand, Jake’s hands find your waist and in the blink of an eye, he’s hoisting you into the air, much smoother and more elegantly than the first time.
And by some complete miracle, the first few lifts go flawlessly. Jake even finds it in himself to give a few mumbles of praise and encouragement as you go.
That confidence and momentum doesn’t carry through nearly as long as you hoped it would, though.
As the music builds and builds up to the first of what you would consider the “big” lifts, your heart rate increases. Suddenly your hands are clammy and a little shaky, and your stomach has twisted itself into a sickening knot.
Jake’s so into it, that you can’t bare the idea of asking him to stop, simply because your nerves have taken over. So, you continue into the lift, against your better judgement.
You make it into the air without much trouble, but as Jake brings you down into the next move, your form breaks and causes him to nearly drop you.
“Goddamn it!”
“Oh, my god!”
Both of your exclamations and curses fly out at the same time, only startling each other even more.
“Jesus christ, I knew you weren’t ready for that!” Jake shouts, hands running over his face as the adrenaline and realization of how hurt you could have just gotten, pumps through his entire body. “Do you even realize how fucking hurt you could have gotten just now?!”
“I am ready!” You argue right back, completely ignoring the hint of concern he was displaying for you.
“No, you are fucking not!” Jake’s voice booms, like a bang of thunder that shakes houses, after lightning has struck something. “We wouldn’t be having so much goddamn trouble if you were!”
“I didn’t have all these problems with Anthony,” you point out, matching his unruly volume. You even dare to take a step closer to him.
“What’s the difference?!” He practically screams, taking a step equal to the one you’d just taken. “We’re doing the same routine, for the same show! What. Is. The difference?!”
“Because you’re, you!” Your arms fly up into the air, before smacking back down against your sides.
Jake tilts his head back almost challengingly. “I’m what?”
“You’re the favorite! The one Everyone wants to have the fucking pleasure of dancing with!” You emphasize your words dramatically as you yell nearly right in his face. “You never fuck up anything! Ever!”
“And does that make you jealous?” Jake questions, his tone becoming smug and arrogant.
“No, it doesn’t make me jealous! It makes me nervous!”
Though half of the sentence is a lie; it definitely makes you both jealous and nervous, as soon as the words leave your mouth, you want to snatch them out of the air and shove them back in.
“Really?” Jake raises his eyebrows at you. “Nervous, huh?”
“Yes! Nervous, you fucking asshole!” You yell. “You’re arrogant as all hell and it’s absolutely insufferable, in case anyone hasn’t told you! It’s a nightmare trying to work with someone who is constantly picking apart every little move you make!”
“First of all-“ Jake wraps his hand around your pointed finger and shoves it roughly out of his face. “-Get your finger out of my damn face. And stop fucking yelling at me.” His eyes burn through yours, knocking you down a notch, but you refuse to outwardly show it. “Second, you shouldn’t be talking. You get everything handed to you, like the perfect, pretty little thing you are. You hardly have to work for shit.”
You snatch your finger out of his grip and immediately fire back at him. “I don’t get anything fucking handed to me.”
“But you do!” Jake chides, hardly making a legitimate point.
“No, YOU DO, Jake!” And now you’re back to screaming, throat threatening to go raw by the strain you’re putting on it. “How do you think we got here in the first fucking place!”
“If I got everything handed to me, don’t you think I would have had this from the beginning?!” Jake nearly closes the little space between the two of you, with one more step. “Don’t you think I would have gotten it first, instead of Anthony?!”
A wicked smirk grows on your face. “Right, right. So you’re just their backup, huh?” You watch as Jake’s face grows red and his eyes flash with rage. “Not even good enough to be cast as Cavalier the first time, are you?”
“You should be concerned about the fact that we start dress rehearsals in two days and you can’t even get all the damn lifts right.” Jake jabs.
His close proximity is making it hard to think anymore, the features of his beautiful, anger-hardened face proving to be a major distraction from the comeback you should have been already able to conjure up.
“Well, they- their hopes can’t be but so high, now that they’ve had to settle for you.”
Jake’s jaw visibly tenses, causing the muscles to protrude around his cheekbones and down his neck, the crease between his brows setting in even deeper.
Before you can even bat an eye, or open your mouth to add a little more gasoline to the already raging fire, Jake’s hand is tightly wrapping itself around the back of your neck.
“Is this entertaining you?” You can see Jake’s free hand gesture about, through your peripheral vision. “Being a little bitch?”
You’re frozen, stuck in place - not only because of his grip on you, but because you can’t decide if you actually want to move away.
One might find that name absolutely enraging, but apparently you don’t, considering the way your cunt throbs as the word travels from his mouth, to your ears.
“Fuck you.” You spit through gritted teeth.
“Would that make you less bitchy? If you fucked me? Hm?” Jake taunts, clearly taking in the newfound enjoyment he’s getting out of this.
“Call me a bitch again.” You say threateningly, but it holds no real weight. You just want to keep up the fight a little longer, perhaps a bit too addicted to the way he’s making your blood boil.
“Or what?” Jake all but growls, leaning his face in, so that he’s right next to your ear. “Are you gonna storm out of here like earlier? Like the little fucking brat you are?”
Your skin is screaming to feel his lips. They’re mere inches from your skin, the heat of his breath casting a heat that almost resembles when you sit just a little too close to a campfire.
“I bet you’d perform a lot better if I fucked you.” Jake speaks the wondering thought out loud. “Trained you to be a good little dancer for me.”
“Jake…” you sigh, chest heaving rapidly.
“What?” Jake seethes. “No smart ass comeback? No attitude?” He slides his other arm around your back, but doesn’t pull you quite close enough for your body to touch his. “Come on. Say something else. I dare you.”
Your thoughts spin around themselves as you attempt to conjure up another snarky comment, while Jake’s eyes stare intensely into yours, occasionally flickering down to your lips and right back up.
Finally, it comes to you.
“I’m not taking insults from a boy who probably can’t even fuck me hard enough to keep me out of rehearsal tomorrow.”
The silence that falls between you and Jake is deafening. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, hear the blood running hot beneath your skin. If you listen close enough, you might even hear Jake’s heartbeat banging against his own ribcage, too.
Neither of you move for what feels like an eternity, only adding to the tension that’s already about to burst at the seams.
Jake’s mouth opens and closes quickly, but he still doesn’t speak - only adding to the torment of the moment. Anticipation fills you up so much, you feel like you may start throwing it up.
Slowly, Jake’s eyes narrow until they’re practically shut, and his hand tightens around the back of your neck tightens.
“Are you challenging me, sugar?” The name typically used for endearment, spits out of him like it’s anything but sweet. He’s so cleverly alluding to your role as sugar plum.
“I-If that’s how you wanna see it, go ahead.” You half choke out. Your words are becoming less and less intimidating and lethal as the moments go by. “Since you want to try and prove a point soo badly.”
“I don’t think you deserve anything else from me today.” Jake says, not even bothering to fight off the smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.
Shock fills you up the second the words float out from his mouth and you’re even more shocked at the way disappointment comes along to mix in with it. You may have been annoyed with him for petty shit before, but now you’re genuinely upset.
“W-what…?” The word is barely audible coming from your breathless lungs.
Jake lets go of you and steps away, taking little steps backwards in the direction of his things. The expression adorning his face is downright evil.
“I think you heard me loud and clear.” Jake shrugs, grabbing up his things. He doesn’t even bother to take off his shoes - likely just leaving you to go off to a different room and practice alone.
You watch him, completely dumbfounded as he makes his way to the door, not even giving you glance as he goes by.
The door opening feels so obnoxious, given the newfound silence hanging between the two of you. He’s about to step over the threshold, but turns around to face you one more time.
“See you tomorrow.” He glances over you for a moment, tongue visibly poking the inside of his cheek. “And you better not fuck up.”
<>
After a horrendous night filled with constant tossing and turning, the cool light of the gloomy morning wakes you up out of the sleep, that has only just found you a few hours ago.
Begrudgingly, you force yourself to get out of bed and take a shower, then dig out a pair of tights and one of your favorite leotards. And as much as you don’t want to acknowledge it, the brief question of whether or not Jake will like it, plants itself in your head. It’s black, with long sleeves, and the daintiest lace details at the top around the chest.
You force the thought away immediately. The mere mental thought of Jake making your body tense with anger, and… whatever the hell is left lingering from last night’s little… moment.
The drive to the studio is severely uneventful. Music being the only thing to keep you company throughout the short trip over there.
Seems like you’ve been living there these last few days. Which, might not be so bad if Jake wasn’t such a constant thorn in your side.
As the studio comes into view, a lump over nerves nearly makes you choke. Last night’s interesting turn, still at the forefront of your memory, despite your efforts in trying to ignore it.
You grab all your things and make your way to the door, walking as quickly as you possibly could to get out of the cold air. A swift glance around the parking lot as you go, is enough to see that Jake’s car is nowhere to be seen.
There’s no denying the relief that washes over you. Perhaps you’ll actually be free of Jake for a little longer than normal, to perfect some things by yourself, without the intense and judgmental stare of Jake’s eyes.
Just as you’ve hoped, as you walk down the hallway to your room, there’s nothing but silence on the other side of the door. But just to be safe, you slowly push it open and peak in, only to confirm that Jake is nowhere to be seen.
You take the opportunity to practice certain pieces of the pas alone, hoping to work through most of the imperfections that Jake has pointed out, time and time again.
What you don’t realize though, is how much time actually passes as you fall into a zone. Completely locked in on what you’re doing, practically floating around as though Jake is there to guide you, except you’re doing it all on your own.
Little did you know, Jake is standing at the door… admiring you just like you had done to him yesterday. For him, it’s different; his moment or slight admiration and ogling. He doesn’t have nearly as much trouble admitting to himself that he finds you ridiculously attractive and talented.
Will he say that directly to you? It isn’t likely, but to himself, he absolutely will. Although, the odds of him telling you his thoughts, are far more likely than you vocalizing your’s to him.
Jake stands, body halfway slipped between the cracked door, intently and quietly watching you. Until finally, you turn and your stop brings you to perfect face the door.
The sudden sight of Jake makes your entire body jolt, startled and unprepared to see him in such a random way.
“Jake!” You half screech, your hand coming to grasp at your now aching chest.
“My bad.” The softest chuckle dances with his words. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s fine…” you mumble.
Looking at him for the first time since last night is… definitely different, to say the very least.
The air in the room has shifted and it feels so heavy that it may crush you. Given Jake’s cocky strutting across the room, you guess that he doesn’t feel it the way that you do, or he’s doing a really good job at ignoring it. Like he always does. Yet another thing about him that you envy; his ability to be so unaffected.
“You- uhm… How long were you watching from the door?” You ask him timidly, chancing a quick glance at him as he sits down his things.
“Long enough to see that you’re perfectly capable of a flawless and confident routine.” Jake replies, bringing a soft, pink tint to your cheeks. “Which I suppose is great, except you can’t seem to do that with me.” His tone is the slightest bit playful, but you can’t ignore the way it claws at your skin.
“A bit early to be making digs, don’t you think, Jake?” You raise an eyebrow at him, awaiting the death glare he’s sure to throw towards you any second now.
But it doesn’t come. He just ignores your little muse all together, continuing to stretch and warm up.
Silence falls over you both, as you work on a few moves on the opposite side of the room in front of the mirrors.
Occasionally, you glance over your shoulder through the mirror at Jake, but you don’t let your eyes linger on him for too long, in favor of not getting caught and the refusal to let yourself get carried away.
After a few minutes, you catch a glimpse of Jake getting up and setting up his phone with the speakers, before making his way towards you and finally speaking up.
“Ready to run this thing?” He rubs his hands together in front of him.
“As I’ll ever be,” you mumble in response and follow him back over to the middle of the floor.
Jake steps back to his phone and presses play, bringing the beautiful instrumental to life throughout the whole room.
It eases you, much to your surprise. But not enough to ignore the fires that Jake’s hands seem to be lightning, gradually, all over your body in each place that he touches you.
You do your absolute best to try and remain calm and collected, focusing solely on the dance and nothing else.
Further and further you sink into the routine, and so does Jake. It’s evident in the electric energy that’s suddenly buzzing throughout
the room. The way Jake’s eyes stare into yours so intensely, it makes your knees want to give out beneath your weight. The passion of which he’s exuding…
The way he grips your body to lift you up into the air, unintentionally gripping you harder and harder with each passing lift, until you’re certain he’s going to crush you.
You’re not sure what exactly snaps in your brain, but when it snaps, there is no going back.
"Jesus fucking christ- Put me down!" You yell over the music and Jake immediately brings you back down on your own two feet, but not exactly gently.
"Fuck- what now?!” Jake hisses through his labored breathing. “Can you not go two minutes without bitching?!”
"You have a fucking death grip on me!” You grab at his bicep for emphasis. “Are you trying to bruise me!?”
“You should feel so lucky.” Jake spits back, sarcasm mixing with cockiness in his tone.
“Oh, shut the fuck up Jacob!” You screech in his face. “The last thing I want is you leaving any kind of marks on my body.”
“Trust me, princess, I'm not interested anyway." Jake fumes, face red and jaw set tight, nose glistening with the lightest layer of sweat.
“I’m not either!” It feels like a lie, the second it leaves your mouth. But the volume behind your words, masks the way you hardly believe it yourself. “You’re just an arrogant, self centered, asshole, who always has to get his own fucking way with everything!”
“And you're a fucking bitch who never knows when to shut her mouth." Jake practically growls, his face just inches from yours.
"You’re such a piece of shit." You retaliate lowly.
"Back atcha, princess.” Jake grits, the muscles in his cheeks and neck pulsing rapidly.
"Stop. Fucking. Calling me that.” You demand.
"No.” Jake shakes his head, pushing his tongue into his cheek. “No, I don’t think I will.” He adds. "All you ever do is bitch and complain about me doing something wrong and it's so irritating. I know what the hell i I'm doing. I'm a fucking professional. It is not my fault that you're so goddamn picky about every little thing!"
"Well, excuse me for wanting to do this perfectly!” You shout back at him, praying internally that this explosion between the two of you hasn’t drawn any attention outside of the room.
"How ironic.” Jake chuckles humorlessly. “Sorry to burst your bubble, Sugar plum, but you're not even close to it.”
"It would be perfect if you didn't grab me like a caveman!” You chide, feeling the sting of Jake’s words prickling under your skin.
"It would be perfect if you stopped squirming every time i lift you!” Jake argues, throwing his hands into the air.
"Maybe if I fucking trusted you, I wouldn't get nervous when you have me in the air!” You shoot back.
“You know that’s not really why you get shaky when I lift you, but whatever.” Jake scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Maybe aybe if you weren't such a hateful little shit, you'd be able to at least pretend to trust me."
"You. Are insufferable.” You turn to walk away from him, leaving Jake glued to his spot as his brain processes what he’s about to say.
"And you clearly need to be put in your goddamn place." Jake says, stopping you in your tracks.
You turn back around to face him, taking a few little steps forward defiantly. "I fucking dare you to try.”
The challenge spits out of you, and not a bit of you thinks he’ll really see it, considering he had the opportunity last night and trashed it.
"You couldn't handle it.” Jake says simply. His words only raise your anger somehow.
"I hate you.” You seethe, closing in on him with a pointed finger.
"Not nearly as much as I fucking hate you.” He flashes you the fakest smile you’ve ever seen in your life, immediately dropping his face back to his previous, stone cold expression.
The tension hanging in the room is so thick, even a chainsaw would likely struggle to cut it. A deafening silence falls over the two of you, nothing but the sounds of both your heavy breaths to fill it.
Your teeth are so tightly gritted together, you worry they may shatter any second now as you await his next move. Because you certainly are not backing down first, from this eerily silent stand off.
Jake’s face is still sharp and set with anger, not even a glimmer of that chocolaty brown left in his eyes.
Just as you open your mouth to foolishly provoke him even more, he’s lunging for you, roughly gripping either side of your face as his lips sloppily crash into yours. You can’t stop yourself from kissing him back. He tastes intoxicating in the best and worst way. A drug that now that you’ve had just a taste of, you aren’t sure you’ll be able to put it down.
Haphazardly, Jake starts guiding you backwards towards the barre, not even breaking the kiss to make sure that’s where he is going. Like a man about to die of thirst, he drinks in the whimper that you release, as your back collides with the barre. His hands find your wrists, and he shoves them up above your head and pins them there.
“Tell me to stop.” He huffs out through rapid breaths, free hand staying planted on the wall by your arm.
"I thought you were putting me in my place.” You narrow your eyes at him. “Or are you all talk?"
Jake just growls, swiftly reaching down to cup your heat, making you gasp desperately. His foot kicks your legs farther apart, middle and ring fingers stroking over you so lightly, you could scream.
Except you can’t. You’ve been struck with utter speechlessness, thanks to the sudden advance and the merciless ache he’s creating between your legs.
“What? Nothing to say now?” Jake questions tauntingly. “I think this is the longest you've been quiet around me. It’s truly a nice change"
“M-maybe you're just not doing a good enough job," you stutter, pressing yourself into the palm of his hand.
"The way you’re stuttering and the wet spot that I can feel right here, says otherwise.” Jake’s fingers tap against you.
You let out an exhale that is dripping with attitude, but make no move to break away from Jake. And you won’t, really. You both know that at this point.
“Do you get tired?” Jake mumbles, leaning in to ghost his lips over your cheek. They trace around, until he settles on your ear. “Do you get tired of being so defiant? Being a fucking brat and causing me so many stresses? Does it get you off?”
“What if it does?” You answer in a whisper, trying to turn your head towards his, but he isn’t having it.
His hand comes up from between your legs and wraps around your throat, causing you to whimper at the loss of contact.
“Let’s get something clear,” Jake starts lowly, his voice rumbling like nearby thunder as he begins to warn you. “Drop the fucking games, or I’ll make sure to fuck you so hard, you’ll have to fucking crawl your way out of here tonight.”
“I will never give you such satisfaction.” You know you’re about to eat these words, but you can’t find it within your being to care.
Faster than what your brain is capable of processing at this point, Jake is turning you around to face the mirror, leaving you no choice but to grip the barre in front of you.
“Then take it.” Jake says, pressing himself against your ass and wrapping his other hand around your jaw. “Take everything I fucking give you, right here. And when I’m done-“ He uses the grip to turn your head towards the door. “-I can’t wait to watch you limp to that fucking door.”
Jake’s hand abandons your jaw, his fingers hooking themselves around the top of your leotard and pushing it off your shoulders. You help him work it off your body from the front, until it finally falls down around your ankles. As you move to step out of it, he stops you.
“Ah. Don’t.” Jake uses his own leg to halt the movement of your own. “Leave it there.”
You huff, but place your foot back where it was, leaving your leo pooling on the floor around your feet.
Jake’s hands work their way up for your hips, to your shoulders, before his dull nails scratch down your back just enough to make your muscles tense and cover you in goosebumps. He repeats the action one more time, watching your body shiver under his touch in amusement.
“Beg me.” Jake commands, dipping the tips of his fingers into the waistband of your tights.
“What?” You meet his eyes through the mirror, both of you taking notice of the pink tint your cheeks take on.
“I said, Beg. Me.” Jake repeats himself, but not without placing some firmness behind his tone.
“For what?” You spit the question like it’s drenched in poison, though, you know good and well what he’s asking you to beg for.
In a blink, Jake bends down just slightly and yanks your tights down until they’re sitting just around your knees.
“Aren’t you gonna take them off?” You ask him through a scoff.
“I only take off the clothes of good girls,” Jake smirks slyly from behind you. “And you’re most certainly not one of those. Are you?”
You don’t answer him, mostly because you’re hyper focused on the way the air feels cool against your cunt, the slip of your inner thighs from the arousal soaking them and the fact that Jake is the one that has caused it.
A swift smack to your ass pulls you back to him, though.
“Are you?” Jake asks again. You can see his hand drawn back through the mirror, prepared to deliver another blow.
“No,” you finally answer, not nearly loud enough.
Smack.
“Louder.” Jake demands.
“No, I-I’m not.” Your voice cracks as you raise your volume up, hoping it will suit him.
“That’s better.” Jake attaches his lips itno your shoulder, sinking his teeth into the muscles as his fingers unexpectedly slip through your folds.
“Ah, fuck!” You cry, squirming slightly at the pleasurable pain of his teeth biting just enough to leave a bruise, paired with the coolness of his fingers. You’re ever so slowly losing your own game of defiance.
“Aw, do you not like it rough, sugar plum?” Jake asks, feigning sympathy for you as he lets his fingers tease around your dripping heat.
“I- I told you I can take it,” you remind him, but it’s hardly as believable as earlier.
“Yeah?” Jake pulls his hand away from you and smacks it across your hand again, the wetness coating his fingers making it sting just a little more.
“Jake, come on,” you beg, dying for him to pay your throbbing clit some attention, even though it likely won’t be for long.
“Oh, so now she begs…” Jake scoffs, returning his fingers to your core.
Instead of going where he knows you want them the most, he slowly sinks a finger into you, curling it upwards upon hearing your whiny moan. The force at which his finger curls into, sends you lurching forward, damn near hitting your head against the glass of the mirror.
His free hand reaches up to grip at your jaw again, forcing your head up to look at him.
“How’s that feel? Hm?” He asks, voice low and gravely, like it has to travel over rocks before it reaches your ears.
Adding in a finger, the thrusts of his fingers become deeper and the sweet curl into that spot that has your knees buckling, grow harder and more intentional - hitting the same sweet spot over and over and over again.
“Goddamn, Jake…” you moan breathily, eyes fluttering closed.
“Open your fucking eyes and look at me.” Jake commands, emphasizing his words with a particularly deep thrust of his fingers.
How he’s managing to reach these untouched places inside of you, you’ll likely never know, but you don’t really care. You force your eyes open and meet his reflection. Tendrils of his hair have fallen out of his bun, framing his face so perfectly. His eyes are dark and dancing with lust and more emotions that are too entangled to place.
“You feel like you’re about to cum…” Jake observes, pulling his soaked fingers out and wrapping his arm around your waist to reach your aching and horribly neglected bundle of nerves.
The circles he’s drawing over you are quick and tight, enough to throw you into an orgasm and completely wipe your mind blank in the process. It’s almost too much pleasure.
“Not so mouthy now, are you?” Jake snaps, cracking his hand against your cunt, before returning to the dizzying circles.
You open your mouth to smart off, but the second your lips part, the most feral moan you’ve ever heard come from your own lungs, bursts right out of you.
“You’re so much more pleasant to be around when you’re moaning instead of bitching.” Jake comments, leaning in to bite at your shoulder again.
You don’t have much wriggle room this time, as his grip around your neck keeps your firmly in place as he bites all along your neck and shoulder.
“Jake!” You whimper, so close to sounding more like a sob.
You want to jerk away from his far too skilled fingers, but you don’t want to run from the earth-shattering orgasm that he’s steadily dragging you towards.
“Do not cum yet.” Jake says against your skin, but his fingers don’t stop.
“Jake, i-“
“Nope. Don’t fucking cum yet.” Jake says again in a much harsher tone.
He’s pushing you. Seeing just how much you can take, how long you can keep yourself dangling you over that steep edge before you’re crying and pleading with him to stop, because you just can’t hold it anymore.
And you’re not far from that, as hot tears sting the corners of your eyes and the knot in your belly is aching and screaming for release.
“Fuck, I can’t-“ You choke out, gripping the barre so hard that your knuckles are paper white. Even your knees have started to slightly bend, forcing Jake to bend down with you in order to not lose the contact. “I can’t, Jake! Please, just let me!”
“Fuck no.” Jake snaps, bringing his fingers to an agonizing stop before removing them from you completely. “What makes you think you’ve earned it?”
Jake’s hands abandon you and just barely, you catch sight of him pushing his own tights and underwear down to his thighs, fully revealing himself to you, hard and practically soaked with pre cum.
As much as you want to hate every bit of this, you can’t wait have him buried inside of you. The way you imagine it will feel to have him stretching you out, hitting all the perfect places inside of you, is replacing all coherent thoughts in your brain.
“Fuck,” Jake groans, stroking himself a few times. “Goddamn how did you fucking get me like this?”
Reaching forward with his opposite hand to grip your hip tightly, he lines himself up and pushes in to the hilt, his dark eyes intently watching your face contort in pleasure.
“Yeah? You like this?” Jake asks, his words slightly rushed from his own pleasure as he moves in and out of you a few times. “Can’t believe this is all I needed to do to get you to shut your pretty fucking mouth.”
All you can do is moan. You’re far too gone to come up with a good and bratty response to that. Besides, you coming to not mind the way he sounds degrading you. It’s addicting, just like his fingers and cock.
Your chest heaves with anticipation as he continues his slow thrusts. One of his hands ventures up your spine from your hip, stopping to firmly grip your shoulder for more leverage.
“You think your dancing has imperfections now?” Jake growls into your ear, his black t-shirt grazing your bare back. “Just wait until you come in and try to dance tomorrow.”
Jake pulls nearly all the way out of you before slamming himself right back in without warning, setting the most relentless pace possible.
A choked moan rips its way out of you, the pleasure of Jake’s cock pounding into you, shooting through your whole body in debilitating waves.
“Come on, sugar plum,” Jake taunts through labored breaths. “Mouth off some more. M’sure you have plenty to say now, don’t you?”
“F-Fuck you…” You force the two strangled words out through your throat, through an array of moans a high pitched whines.
Using his bruising hold on your hip and shoulder, he brings you back to meet his thrust, driving himself even deeper with each stroke.
You can feel the pleasure shooting down through your legs, all the way down to the tips of your toes - sore and likely blistered from your pointe shoes. The sensations popping up all over your body, make you feel like you’re choking on air - little hiccups of whines and ragged, loud breaths being all that makes it out of you.
Jake’s sounds of pleasure aren’t lost on you, though. The deep grunts and growls, an occasional higher whimper falling in here and there. But god, his voice… the way he talks to you. That, you’re sure, will be what drives you into the life changing high that’s finally starting to rebuild itself within you.
“Oh, my god, Jake…” You croak, wishing you could hold onto him. Sink your nails into his shoulders and run them down his back, or arms. Anything.
“Are you gonna cry for me when you cum? Huh?” Jake asks tauntingly, raising his voice slightly to ensure you hear him over your constant moans. His hand travels from your shoulder down to your cunt, and he begins swirling his fingers over your clit.
You writhe in his hold, forcing him to wrap his other arm around your waist, the palm of his hand splaying over your chest to hold you against him.
“Nuh uh, this is what you fucking wanted, so take it.” Jake growls lowly into your ear, kissing the side of your neck just below it.
It feels too good. Way too good. You’re just waiting for your body to short circuit, as Jake continues to mercilessly pound into you, expertly toying with your clit as he does so.
“Look at yourself,” Jake scoffs, sliding his hand up from your chest to your jaw. “So fucked out and pathetic. You gonna leave looking like this?” His eyes scan over the little bruises littering your shoulders and neck. “Gonna show everyone that their pretty, sweet, sugar plum is just a little whore?”
Words have completely fled from you, as have the loud moans you were emitting before. You’ve dwindled down to nothing but a constantly open mouth, with hoarse and uneven breaths panting out, makeup running and strands of hair falling out of your bun, as your orgasm slowly pulls you under.
“Ja- Jake!” You sob, a deep ache settling low in your stomach. “I- I’m s- I-…”
“Give it up, pretty. Go on…” Jake encourages, his thrusts just barely faltering as you begin fluttering around him. “F- Fucking. Give it to me.”
The orgasm that takes hold of you, nearly ravages you. It’s head-spinning, body numbing. So all consuming that your vision and hearing go out entirely, for what feels like an eternity. Your lungs burn as your body locks in place, until you’re finally able to suck in a gasping breath and release the most pornographic cry into the room. It echos and bounces around, and Jake is quickly committing it to memory.
Faintly, as Jake delivers a few more paralyzing thrusts, you can hear him cursing under his breath. Groaning as he pulls out quickly, removing his hand from around you to work himself through his own high and spilling his release over your lower back.
His fingers have yet to come to a stop over you, even through his orgasm. You frantically grab for his wrist, whining desperately as overstimulation takes you for a dizzying spin.
Barely having regained his composure, Jake turns you around, pressing his body flush against yours as he sinks his fingers into you and uses his thumb to continue working your throbbing bundle of nerves.
“Jake, please! It’s too much, please!” You beg him, more tears prickling the corners of your eyes.
“You’re a tough girl, right?” Jake mocks, kissing your cheek with a wicked smirk on his lips. “You can take one more.”
“Jacob, please!” You beg him again, unsure of how you’re even holding yourself up anymore.
“Hush.” Jake commands, watching you with dark eyes as you start fall back into another high.
Your head falls back against the glass with a soft thud, eyes screwed tightly shut and mouth hanging agape just like before.
“That’s it, sugar plum,” Jake rasps. “You’ll give me one more because I said so. Good girl.”
Those last two little words do you in. It isn’t quite as intense as the first, but it still does you in, nonetheless. Your legs tremble beneath you, the muscles in your stomach clenching as you come undone for him again.
As you come down, Jake carefully withdraws his hand from you - soaked and glistening with your release.
You watch his movements with hooded eyes, as he brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks them clean of you.
“Like sugar…” He hums with a shit eating grin. “How fitting.”
Bending down, Jake guides your tights back up, followed by your leo - pulling it up just to your chest.
He then takes a step back from you, pulling his own tights back up over his hips, eyes never leaving your face as you watch him in slight, post-orgasm confusion.
“It’s late,” he speaks up calmly, taking slow steps backwards. “I’ll see you back here tomorrow. Same time.”
You watch him in walk away disbelief, as you attempt to follow after him on weak and shaky legs. By the time you reach him, he’s already flinging his back over his shoulder.
He turns towards you, tossing you a little jar without any warning.
Your hands shoot out to catch it just in time to save it from shattering all over the floor and upon a little examination, you read, ‘Epsom Salt’ written across a little sticky note, taped to the side.
“Might wanna soak in a nice little bath tonight,” he suggests as he heads towards the door.
You watch him pull it open and step out, still completely speechless and rightfully exhausted, your mind spinning in a whirlwind of thoughts about what the hell just happened.
“I need those to be working tomorrow.” Jake adds smugly, quickly pointing at your legs. “Oh, and cover those marks. Can’t go in to dress rehearsal tomorrow night bruised up.”
“W-What…?! I thought dress rehearsal starts the day after tomorrow?” Your sleepy eyes grow impossibly wide.
“Nope.” Jake shakes his head once. “Best be ready, huh, sugar plum?”
With that, he leaves you to be alone with l shock and insanely sore legs, wondering how the fuck you’re going to manage a full day with him and dress rehearsals, now that he’s fucked your body to the point of no return.
Warnings: 18+ Smut! (sexy warnings will be last so you can skip if you want! read otherwise 🫶🏻) An Emergency Meeting, Pining, Yearning, Fluff, Romantic themes, (Jake is a whole sweetheart, we know this) Some light teasing, Discussions of Sex, 'Captain' is brought up, some brotherly banter, light mention of alcohol (it's still in the bar but not aggressively?)
Smut Warnings: Oral (M Receiving) Fingering (F Receiving) Unprotected Sex (P in V- you get the drill & wrap it up at home folks!) there's like a subtle moment that gives cockwarming so, there's that.
Word Count: 6.4k
Summary: Jake has a bit of a moment over his feelings about Charlotte and decides to reach out to the only people he knows will be helpful.
Author's Note: I know I say this every week- but wow, I love them. A very sweet chapter for some very sweet babies. I hope that this fuels your dreams a little more with the two of them. I know we're all waiting for the actual confession but, hopefully this can hold you over until they figure themselves out. 🥰
Jackie And Wilson - Hozier
"I need to be youthfully felt, cause God, I never felt young-
She's gonna save me, call me baby, run her hands through my hair."
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“I’ll see you later, right?”
Her smile beamed at me, her hands pressed against my chest, and she giggled, “Yes, babe. I promise.”
“Okay, okay, I’ll let you go then,” I tell her, moving my hand to hold her jaw. “Actually– wait, one more.” I pull her in, keeping the kiss for as long as I can.
“Baby,” she laughs against my lips, her hands tapping me as I pepper her face with little pecks. Anything to hear her laugh. “Okay, okay, okay!” Her hands grabbed my face and pushed me away, but the way she was looking at me made my insides want to explode.
She sits in the driver’s seat, looks back up at me, and cuts me off before I can even spit out anything. “Yes, I’ll text you when I get there.”
“Drive safe, Hun,” telling her as I push her door shut. I was slowly wandering back to the bar, just scrolling through emails and hearing the chime ring, when I pulled the door open.
Tossing my phone onto the counter and going to the back room to grab a few things, I hear the back door open.
“Goodmorning!” Josh’s voice sings into the hallway.
Walking out to find him, an arm full of beer, I see him making his rounds throughout the tables.
“Well, good morning to you too,” I chuckle, watching him fight with one of the chairs as the feet are puzzled in with the table leg.
I’m stocking beer and checking to see what else we need when I feel his presence behind me.
“How’s Charlotte?” he asks, and I can hear the smirk on his face. I should have known that it would come up; I’ve been distracted lately, so we’ve not had a chance to discuss it.
“Uh, she’s good,” I let out timidly. He’s aware of the agreement she and I made originally, but I haven’t really said much about how I’m feeling to him yet. “How’s Quinn?”
“They’re great—,” he says. “You’ve been spending a lot of time together, huh?”
Shit. I glance over at him, fighting the urge to smile, humming, “mhm.”
Grabbing a towel and starting to wipe down the bar top, I feel him grab my shoulder, making me look at him.
“I haven’t seen you this happy in a while,” he pauses for a second. “It's refreshing.”
I guess I hadn’t realized that my mood, in general, was different. The smile creeps onto my face as we look at each other, “It really is.”
“Are you still just ‘friends’?” He asks, adding the quotes for emphasis.
I nod reluctantly, “Mhm.”
“You know, you’re lying to yourselves, right?” He laughs loudly.
Yeah, but I don’t want to scare her away.
I look over at him, “I’m just letting her call the shots, and if she doesn’t want to claim it’s something else, then..”
“Oh, you lovesick little puppy,” his head falls to the side as he looks at me. “She’ll come around. From what Quinn’s said, she definitely enjoys you.”
My heart shakes at the thought; I really hope she does.
The door chimes as a supplier walks in, distracting us finally from my weird love life situation. But just because Josh and I stopped talking does not mean my brain did.
What if she doesn’t come around? Maybe she really is just in it for the sex while she’s here? There’s literally no way that she needs to be still training Mel at this point.. Josh was done in like two days when I had him take the certification. Oh..oh my god? Wait– it’s an online thing, why is she..? My thoughts run rampant with what ifs and why’s, making my hands shake as I sign for the delivery that just came in. I need to figure out how she’s feeling, but I can’t do this with Josh. The idea hits me.
Me: hi so I need some … help.
I text into a group chat, hoping that they’ll be receptive and not make it worse.
Quinn: are you okay???
Willa: 👀 what kind
Mel: oh??
Me: just girl related help and I can’t ask my brothers.
Me: will you come get coffee to make this easier?
Quinn: I THOUGHT THE DAY WOULD NEVER COME
Mel: I just have to drop Iris off real quick
Willa: OMG SAY LESS
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I wait out front of the coffee shop down the street until I see them coming up.
“You didn’t have to wait for us,” Willa says as they get closer.
I prop open the door for them, gesturing for them to go first, “Oh, I don’t mind.”
I followed them all up to the counter and gave them a second to look at the menu before asking, “Do you know what you want?”
A resounding ‘yes’ came from them, so I walked up, ordering first, and then nodded to the rest of them. They ordered whatever they wanted one by one, and I quickly handed my card over to cover it. Listening to all three of them quietly yell at me for paying, but knowing they are taking time out of their day to come listen to my woes, it’s the least I can do.
They all let out a ‘thank you’ of some sort as the girl handed my card back to me.
Once everyone was situated and we found a comfortable spot, they just stared at me, waiting.
“Alright, kid, spill,” Quinn pipes up as they go to sip on their drink.
“Well… I sort of don’t know what to do about Charlotte,” I admit. The nerves hit me immediately when it came out.
Quinn quickly asks, “What do you mean?” There’s no way they don’t know.
“Uhh.. I just.. she and I have been… um,” I hesitate to say it, but Willa cuts me off before I can.
“Been what? Spit it out!”
I can feel the heat in my face, asking, “You guys really don’t know?”
I watch as they all look at each other, but nobody is really reacting. How?
“There’s no way you don’t,” I mumble as I side-eye them.
Quinn caves first, “Okay, yes, we know.”
“But, tell us how you feel, though!” Mel chimes in right away. Oh, that’s a loaded thing to ask.
“I mean, she’s incredible,” I start, but I can’t stop. “She’s so sweet, even if it took a little while to open up. She’s secretly so funny and nerdy, and my god, she’s beautiful. I just–”
Willa stopped me mid-thought with a loud “OH.” They all glance at each other again; I hate this. “We knew you two were sleeping together, but–”
My face is absolutely bright red at this point, and I reluctantly ask, “I’m assuming she’s told you about that, then?”
“Nothing.. Crazy..” Quinn’s voice trailed off, glancing over to Willa.
She chimes in with, “Obviously just the normal stuff..” passing the look over to Mel.
“Girls have to share stories sometimes, you know?”
My hands run through my hair as I watch them beat around the bush about it, letting a small ‘oh no’ slip out.
Quinn quietly says, “Don’t get too stressed about it, Captain.” They’re hitting me with a wink after they say it. FUCK. I hide my face in my hands for a second, listening to the three of them giggle at my pain.
I can’t stop the “Well, shit” from coming out. I should have known. Quinn naturally would hang onto that just to torture me.
“All outstanding reviews, though. Don’t worry,” Willa says, her eyebrows raised as she sips on her coffee.
My head whips up to look at her, “Really..?”
She nods quickly, as do the other two.
“What does she– no, that’s not important,” I stop myself from getting distracted. “I just don’t know.. how she feels, and it makes me feel a little insane.”
“Wait, what else are you feeling?”
“Yeah, give us more details.”
I sighed before starting, “She just makes everything better. She pushed me not to check my phone when we went to Salem so I could enjoy the day off, and it was.. great. She can distract me enough from everything else going on that I forget about being stressed out. I’ve never slept better than when she stays the night with me. I mean, I just..”
“Oh,” Quinn lets out, looking at the other two. Mel’s hand flew up to cover her mouth, and Willa’s shit-eating grin was plastered across her face. Oh god, that’s not good.
“What?” I ask, knowing I might regret that.
“Jake…” Willa starts before whispering, “You love her.”
My hand finds comfort on the back of my neck, and the blood rushes back into my face when I stumble over my words, “I.. haha.. Um..”
Quinn laughed, “Oh, I might cry.”
“Don’t- if you start, I will too,” Willa joins in.
“I just don’t want to mess up whatever’s going on, and I want to figure out how she feels because I don’t know if I fucked up by letting myself fall for her,” I admit.
Mel finally chimes in, “Jake- you didn’t fuck up. You can’t control who you fall in love with.”
In love.
“There’s no way that she isn’t at least on kind of the same page as you,” Willa immediately tried to help, which naturally was followed up quickly by her counterpart.
“We see how the two of you interact. Even if she isn’t maybe as far down the rabbit hole as you, she’s at least sitting on the edge of it blushing and kicking her feet,” Quinn says. God, they really do spend too much time around Josh.
“Okay. I think I’ve just been too in my head about it. I also hadn’t really processed the feeling, but then the other night, I don’t know what was different,” I can’t stop letting out little truths.
“It’s okay to be scared, Jake,” Quinn says quietly, rubbing my arm.
I shake my head subtly, “I know, and I just-” Mel’s voice playing in my head again, in love.
Mel speaks up before I start to spiral, “If she doesn’t feel the same way about you, she’s dumb as hell.”
“Honestly!” Willa chimes in quickly. “And Jake, just because she isn’t outwardly saying how she feels about you doesn’t mean it isn’t in there.”
They’re all right. It’s normal to be scared. There’s a chance she feels the same way. I can’t control it.
“Thank you,” I let out quietly.
Quinn speaking up again, “Do you feel better?”
I nod before sipping on my coffee again, unable to fight the urge any longer and asking, “So.. what did she say about me?” My eyebrow raises, looking amidst the three of them. I’m still a man at the end of the day, and knowing she told them about our sex life.. I need to know.
They all laugh at the question, but naturally, Willa is the first to say something.
“I didn’t think you had it in you,” she says, making us all laugh. “You’re so quiet and unsuspecting; when she told us I almost didn’t buy that it was you.”
I can feel the heat rushing back into my face, almost regretting the decision to ask, but it’s interesting to hear what she would have said to them.
“Also– is it just ‘captain’ or does she call you other things too?” Quinn asks.
I about choke when I hear it, quietly saying, “I’m not going to answer that.” I scratch the back of my head as I’m trying to avoid eye contact.
The three of them almost scream at the response. No, maybe I do regret asking.
“I mean, she must also be something if it’s bringing that out of you,” Mel says, wide-eyed
I shake my head at the statement, “You have no idea.” Thinking of the fact she initiates a lot of what we do, the way she just takes control, she’s comfortable being in charge or letting me throw her around. “If you thought, I was deceiving, holy shit.”
“Stop!”
“No?!”
“I’m so serious, she’s..” I pause, not really even sure what word to use. My eyes just go wide trying to come up with a good word.
“That good huh?” Quinn taunts, making me laugh. I lean back into my chair, covering my face, why am I embarrassed? It’s not that big of a deal.
A collective ‘OOOOO’ from the peanut gallery makes me laugh harder, knowing that they’re eating this up. I am grateful to have a handful of people in my life that I can at least bring this up to; there’s no way I could have had this conversation with the boys.
“Okay, okay, that’s enough torture for today,” I try to cut them off. We all sit there for a little bit longer, just talking about the plans for Thursday, since basically all of us will be with my parents anyway. Danny usually joins us at some point because my mom loves him like her own, so I’m sure Mel and Iris will be hanging out with us, too. Which is completely fine and I’m not at all jealous. It’ll be nice to spend the day with everyone and not be at the bar, I hope.
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After we all left the emergency meeting, I came back to help Josh out for a bit and make sure everything was put away and written down. It distracted me for a bit but, once I was almost done, it hit me. She hasn’t said anything. I tap my phone and see my lock screen empty. Glancing around the bar, I’ll just make sure she’s good; I toss my phone into my pocket and then find Josh to let him know.
The cold air hits me as I walk out into the alley behind the bar, pulling my phone out and tapping on her name to call her. I know she’s realistically okay, but it doesn’t stop me from feeling nervous.
“Hi,” her sweet voice rings through my phone.
The instant relief of hearing her– indescribable.
“Hey, you. How are you?”
“I’m good? Why are you-” she starts to ask, but then a little gasp leaves her. “Oh my god, I didn’t realize how late it was.” I can’t help but laugh at her being shocked. “Hey! Don’t laugh at me! I was working and apparently was very focused on it.”
I choke back another laugh at her scolding me, “I’m sorry, honey.”
“You don’t sound sorry,” She mumbles; I can see the scowl she probably has on her face in my head.
Dramatically holding over my heart for the effect and pulling out my English accent to really drive it home, “Oh! I am so so sorry, my dear Charlotte. I would never laugh at you for such a responsible and honorable act!” My heart swells at her laugh; I want to listen to that forever.
“Okay, now I believe you,” she giggles. “I can leave in a few minutes to come back.”
The bar isn’t that busy since it’s .. Sunday.. Josh probably wants the money anyway.
“I can come to you,” I ramble out quickly. She always comes here, and it’s the least I can do.
She’s quiet for a second, “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely,” I tell her. “You drive here enough. Just send me the address.”
Her voice gets small when she says, “Okay.”
“Do you want me to bring you anything? Do you need food?”
“No, I’m okay,” She tells me through a little laugh. “Just bring yourself; that’s enough.”
My chest feels weird when she says it, I’m enough. I hate that she makes me so nervous. I stumble over my words, “Uh, I can do that, definitely.”
“I’d hope so,” she laughs. “Let me know when you’re about to leave?”
“Of course.”
“Good.”
We both pause, and the silence feels deafening. The urge to let it out, I love you, is so strong, but I choke it back.
Opening the back door to the bar, I clear my throat semi-uncomfortably, “I’ll be there soon.”
“Okay,” her voice is soft. “Drive safe.”
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I quickly find my way back behind the bar, standing close to Josh when I ask, “Hey, you’re fine closing tonight, right?”
“That is what I’m scheduled for,” he chuckles to himself. “Do you have plans?”
“I may have made some.. Like two minutes ago,” I tell him quietly, rubbing the back of my neck. He knows me a little too well.
“Yes, I can close the bar,” he says, turning to look at me. “Go get laid!”
I laugh and shove his shoulder gently, “That’s not why I’m going!”
“Are you trying to tell me it isn’t going to happen?” His eyebrow may as well be touching his hairline with how high it’s raised.
I hesitate for far too long, he’s right. Finally letting out, “..Touche. Have a good night.” Patting his shoulder a few times before saying, “Love you bub! Thank you!” and scurrying down the hall, pulling my phone out to let her know.
Me: I’m on my way
Charlotte: okay drive safe baby
The drive isn’t terribly long but, long enough for my mind to wander. They have to be right. There’s no way that we’ve hung out and spent so much time together, that she doesn’t at least have some feelings for me. The visual of her smiling at me in Salem as we went to take a picture together sits in my mind. She looked so happy, her hand gently sitting on my stomach, the way she looked at my lips to get me to fully smile for her. Maybe I am lovesick, Jesus christ.
The way she’s started just calling me pet names rather than ‘Jacob’ all the time, makes my stomach turn. Always calling me ‘baby’ and I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of hearing it. Anything if it keeps her around.
I run my hand over my face, looking down at my phone, seeing I only have a few minutes left. I turn the volume up on my music to try and just focus on driving for a second before I let her infiltrate my every thought again.
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As I pull into her driveway, I see her standing outside at the top of the steps. The grin was already plastered on my face as I quickly parked.
“Hiii,” her sweet voice rings quietly as I walk up to her. Her arms stretch out as I get closer, leaning into me before I can climb the three steps to meet her. She wraps her arms around my neck in a hug, snuggling her face into me immediately.
“Why are you out here?” I mumble into her.
Her voice was muffled when she said, “I missed you.”
“Ohhh,” I coo. “Honey, I missed you all day.”
It feels ridiculous to say that it’s the truth, but it is. I’ve been so spoiled with her presence so much the last week that spending any amount of time away from her feels like torture. Lifting her off the step, she wraps her legs around me with a slight giggle in my ear. I tighten my arms around her; nothing feels close enough.
She leans back, looking down at me, her sweet little smile as she stares at me. Beautiful girl, I could stare at you forever. Taking a few steps up before mumbling, “Let’s get you inside. It’s too cold for this.”
She walks me through to the living room, where her laptop is still open on the coffee table. Crawling back into her spot, she pats the cushion next to her for me.
“I’m sorry. I just have a few more things I wanted to try and finish,” she tells me, sounding guilty for working. “It shouldn’t take that long.”
“You watch me work almost daily,” I laugh out. “Do what you need to; I’m happy to just keep you company.”
She spends a few minutes just clicking on different things and then copying and pasting things into emails before I finally break the silence between us.
“Okay, it is a little weird to watch you work like this,” I whisper as I watch her speedily reply to an email. My arm stretched behind her on the couch; I couldn’t stop myself from fiddling with some of her hair. Though it’s odd to see her so focused on her work, I could absolutely just sit here in comfortable silence with her.
Her soft laugh as she looked over at me, “It's a little less exciting than your job.”
“I can make it more exciting,” I tell her. It benefits me, too. Her eyebrow raises while she looks at me.
“How are you doing that?”
I can’t fight the smirk, “How many more emails do you have?”
She scrolls through quickly and looks back over at me, “Only three.”
I reach over, pulling her face to me. I pressed my lips into her bottom one, pulling it back slightly before going back in for another kiss.
“I’ll give you another one once you’re done with another email,” I whisper against her lips, feeling her smile.
I watch her frantically open another email, her eyes scanning it at a ridiculous pace. I relax into the couch more, watching whatever movie she has on the TV.
Did I selfishly decide to play this little game with her? Maybe. But also, she seemed disappointed that she had to work, so at least if I do this maybe she won’t feel like I’m upset with her.
It only takes a few minutes before her little voice chimes, “Done!” She turns to face me, this time her hands reaching out for me. She pulls herself closer, planting herself against me.
The way she’s always kissing my top lip makes my head spin. Her mouth moved against mine slowly, fighting every urge to deepen the kiss. She still has more to respond to.
I pull back, kissing the tip of her nose. Her eyes are still shut, and I swear I can’t breathe. The visual of her eyelashes against her cheeks, the little trail of freckles over her nose, those lips.
“Two more?”
She nods quickly, and we repeat the process. I watch her, typing at the speed of light until she looks over at me, ready for her reward. Letting the kiss last longer since she only has one email left.
Once she starts writing the last email, I lay back on the couch, staring at the ceiling. She has to feel similarly about me, right? She wouldn’t be so okay with this if she didn’t. My thoughts run rampant until I hear the sound of her computer shutting.
Before I can sit up, she’s crawling over me, lowering herself to kiss me a few times. She giggles in between, making my heart rattle against my chest.
“You have all my attention now,” she murmurs against me. “Actually, let me grab you a drink.” Climbing off of me, she disappears into the kitchen.
I look over to see a book on the coffee table with a bookmark hanging out of it. Reaching over and grabbing it, I look at the back cover.
Friends with benefits is written right into the description. My face heats up at the thought of her reading this and realizing that it was an option. I carefully open it to see where she is in the book without moving the bookmark. My eyes go wide when I skim through a paragraph.
‘The headboard slams against the wall, matching the rhythm of his—‘
The sound of her fridge shutting startled me; I closed the book and slid it back onto the table. Oh my god. No wonder she’s a little spitfire in bed if that’s what she’s reading. She was worried about me, but good god— I feel like I’m the one who should be scared.
“All I really have is water; I hope that’s okay,” her voice gets louder as she comes back. I sit up, watching her set it on a coaster beside her book. I just nod as she plops down next to me. She quickly pulls me closer to her, which gives me a better idea.
I pat her leg a couple of times, “Lift up for me?” As she does, I slide my hands underneath her, holding her up as I move into her spot, bringing her back down onto my lap; she curls herself into me right away. Smiling against me and pressing little kisses into the side of my neck.
“You’re so warm,” she mumbles. Nerves will do that.
I grab the throw blanket next to me, pulling it over us, “There you go. Trap all the heat in there for you.”
“You’re so nice.”
“So I’ve heard,” I giggle, raising an eyebrow at her.
She pushes my chest lightly, “You can’t use that against me!”
“I’m just stating what I was told,” I laugh out.
She tries to pout but is failing miserably when she says, “I didn’t know what else to say! Plus, you are way too sweet to me.”
What are the other reasons, then? If that was just the one she wanted to admit.
“Well,” I start. “Are there other things you would’ve said?”
Her face turned a little pink at the question, pulling her bottom lip in slightly with her teeth. “Maybe,” she lets out.
“Anything you want to tell me?”
“It could be partly because I think you’re sooo..” her voice trails off. “Handsome.” Her giggle after tells me that isn’t the word she wanted to use.
“Oh, is that right?”
“God, yes,” she breathes out. “Everything about you— your outfits, your hair, your hands.. you’re soo.. mmm.”
My head falls back onto the couch as I laugh at her, can’t say I’ve had someone spiral like that before over me. Lingering on the fact she mentioned my hands, I can’t help myself, “So.. my hands really do it for you, huh?”
Her face is bright red at this point. “I mean, I just-“
Gently, I grab her chin, making her face towards me, and press a kiss against her pouty lips. “I think it’s cute.”
“Good, because I’ve been staring at them since we met.”
That must be why her eyes light up when I wear rings.
“Anything else you wanna share? Or was that tortuous enough?” I ask.
“Mmmmm,” she hums. “I can’t give away all my secrets at once.”
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We lay there watching whatever Hallmark Christmas movie is on, slowly sinking into the couch. I can feel her drifting off, her breathing slower as she does, but flinching and waking herself up.
“Do you want to go to bed, hun?” I whisper, not to scare her more.
She just nods, moving the blanket off of her and getting up. She looks back at me, reaching her hands out towards me.
“Will you stay?” her tired voice melts my heart.
I kiss the back of her hands before looking up at her, “Of course I will.”
She pulls me along to her room, flipping the lights off as we pass the switches. Watching her slide her leggings off, crawling into bed in just her sweatshirt and thong. Jesus Christ.
I text Josh to let him know that I won’t be home before setting my phone on her dresser and starting to undo my belt when I feel that I have an audience. I glance through my eyebrows as she’s watching me from the bed.
“Take it off, baby,” she quietly cheers, letting out a small ‘woooo!’ I try to fight the smile but can’t when she’s acting like that. I slide my pants down, folding them and setting them with my phone, but as I’m facing away from her, she pipes up again, “There it is.”
I whip my head around to her, wiggling her eyebrows at me. Her giggle rings through the room when I slide into the bed with her.
“You are a monster when you’re tired, huh?”
She scoots herself close to me, her hands sliding up my chest, her eyes hardly open as she looks at me, “I’m sorry, you’re hot, okay?”
I’ve never had someone compliment me as much as she does.
I let out a quiet ‘mmm,’ pulling her into me. Every night, I fall asleep with her, which only makes my feelings for her worse. It’s hard not to fall for her when she attaches herself to me, kissing every inch of skin she can get to. I’ve never felt this kind of love before if that’s even what this is.
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The feeling of her turning over wakes me up, but I’m certainly not upset by it. My hand sneaks around her waist, pulling her against me, sliding my leg between hers and letting my hand slide down her leg and bring it back up to her hip.
“Mmm, hi baby,” she mumbles, turning her head to try and look at me.
I lean forward, kissing her cheek and letting out a small ‘hi honey’ before stretching to give her a small kiss. Her hand reaches up, holding the side of my face, letting her thumb rub against me gently. She presses her ass into me a little more, wiggling slightly.
I run my hand up her stomach, sneaking it underneath her sweatshirt and lightly running my thumb over her piercing, grazing her nipple slowly. It’ll always be hot that she has them pierced. Moving my hand, cupping her breast, and letting my thumb repeat the process until she lets out a quiet ‘mmm.’
Her hand moves from my face, and she snakes it behind her to slide down my stomach and into my boxers. She wraps her hand around me, slowly stroking as I’m lazily pressing kisses into her neck, just enjoying the feeling.
I move my hand to her hip, letting my hand trail over the round of her ass. Sliding the fabric to the side, my middle and ring fingers slip into her, matching the speed of her hand. Her face turns towards me again, so I push myself onto my elbow to hover over her a bit. Our lips moved against each other slowly, feeling her breath, listening to the mix of how wet she was and the quiet whimpers she was letting out into my mouth.
I feel her pushing on the waistband of my boxers, and I carefully lift myself so she can push them down. Her fingers tapped my wrist and then pulled my hand away from her gently before she brought her hand back to my cock, lining me up with her. I move my hips forward a little, pushing into her. She lets out an ‘Oh’ as my hips make contact with her ass, and I just sit there for a second, enjoying the warmth, feeling so close to her.
She starts grinding herself against me, still at a crawling pace; nothing about this sex has been rushed. Her hand found the back of my neck, pulling me back in, leaving kiss after kiss on each other, our tongues dancing between us, anything to feel as close as possible while my hips lazily thrust into her.
I lift her leg, draping it over my hips as I slide my hand down between her legs. Letting my hand just hold over her for a moment before lightly adding pressure to her clit. My hand tiredly rubbed against her, not wanting to rush anything. The way she moans into my mouth would make my knees weak.
“Baaaby,” she moans against me. “You’re so good.”
My heart pounds as she tells me, and I can’t contain the quiet moan that falls out at her praise.
“My sweet boy,” she says, moving hair out of my face for me. She mumbles, “You’re so beautiful.”
My breath catches as she says it, never having anticipated having someone call me that. Someone who looks like her, no less. I stare into her eyes for a second, even if it feels like hours, until it finally slips out, “Oh, honey.” Her lips pressed into mine, her tired smile making my heart throb. I love you, is all that I want to tell her. Endlessly, over and over, until I’m blue in the face.
Our hips start to move a little quicker against each other, so I let my hand move faster against her clit, pulling a string of moans out of her. Her back arches as I thrust into her, watching her eyes flutter shut at the feeling. I press my arm against her, sliding myself underneath her more so she’s lying on top of me, her head landing perfectly on my shoulder.
I turn, letting my lips graze the shell of her ear, “Does that feel good, hun?”
She just nods in response as my hips are thrusting up into her.
“Mm mm, use your words,” I hum out.
“Yes, baby.”
The pet name made me smile against her. I could feel the way my voice was affecting her, which made me want to keep going.
“We’re all alone, Char,” I start. “You can let it all out.” She immediately groans, her hips shifting, meeting my thrusts. “Do you need more?”
She whimpers, “Please.”
“Sit up for me,” I tell her, helping her get there with my free hand. I nudge her arm before telling her, “Touch yourself.” Her hand slides down, taking the place of where mine had been. I grip her hips before thrusting up into her, listening to the moans that are falling out of her.
“Oh my god, babe,” she lets out. “I’m so close, Jake, please.” Her head falls back as she moans my name, making my hips move faster into her. The sweet sounds of her moans as she gets closer and closer to her orgasm only encourage me to try harder.
“Come on, honey. Let me have it,” I tell her, lowering my voice. I can feel her tense up before she lets out any sounds. Her shoulders go forward as her petite frame shakes on top of me; my name litters the air as she rides out her orgasm.
She climbs off of me, getting comfortable next to me again, leaning up, pressing a slow kiss against my lips. She curls herself up, laying her head against my hip and wrapping her hand around me again. Feeling her head shift, her lips wrap around the tip of my cock, letting her tongue swirl around me for a second. She moves a little further down, still stroking me with one hand and barely bobbing her head, but god, everything she’s doing feels incredible.
My hand rests on her ass, lightly grabbing it when she moves her head more. Her hand starts moving a bit quicker, and I can feel it building up. She slides more of me into her mouth, letting her lips drag up the length of me.
“Oh god.” fell out of me; my hand gripped her tighter, which made her moan around my cock. The vibration from it made my head spin, and my whole body started to feel warm. “Char, don’t stop.”
She takes me fully into her mouth, bobbing her head a few times before I was gripping onto anything I could. Her lips slowly made their way up, and then pressed a small kiss against my stomach before looking up at me with a smile.
She slips back into bed after cleaning herself up and curls back up into me.
“3 a.m. sex was worth it,” she giggles.
Brushing loose hairs out of her face, I look at her, “Well, you started it, so I would hope.”
“Hey! You were into it,” she whisper-yells at me.
I choke back a laugh before saying, “A beautiful girl basically asking me to rail her? Yeah, like I'm gonna turn that down.”
“JACOB!”
I can’t fight the laugh when I ask, “What?”
“You started off so cute, and then Jesus Christ,” she laughs. “Also- I hardly think that counts as getting railed.”
She giggles against my lips, pressing a few kisses into me. “I rode your ass, if anything,” she taunts me quietly.
“Hey now, I was still doing things,” I tried to defend myself.
“Yes, you were, and you did a good job, baby.”
A smug little smile grows on my face, mumbling, “Thank you.”
“You’re allowed to be a pillow princess sometimes,” she whispers.
I bark out a laugh, “Oh my god. I know you like being in charge anyway; don’t act like you're mad about it.”
“It is cute when you beg me,” her eyebrows pop up a few times.
I let out a sigh, “Annnnnd, we’re done. Okay, good night!” I pull the blanket over her, blocking her face from seeing me. Thank god it’s dark because I can feel how red my face probably is.
“BABE,” she laughs out, pulling the blanket away from her face. “Ohhhh, is someone embarrassed?” teasing me once she gets a good look at me.
My eyebrows pull together as I shake my head, “Absolutely not.”
“Good, because I think it’s sexy that you’re comfortable with that stuff.”
Oh? I didn’t know that was something that would help, but I’ll take that win.
“I’m glad you think so,” I tell her.
She just nods, “Mhm. I feel like most men are too shy or uncomfortable to let their guard down on things. It’s nice that you don’t seem to mind.”
“Helps that you’re hot when you’re bossing me around so,” I tease. She pushes my chest as she laughs at me.
We lay there for a while longer, just talking about whatever came to her mind, even if I was fighting sleep the entire time. I’d listen to her talk forever if she’d let me. Eventually, she drifted off to sleep, tucking her face into me as she did. I could feel her breath get slower against my skin. I kiss the top of her head before resting my cheek against her.
God, I love you.
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Chapter Twenty
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The Sun presents a feeling of optimism and fulfillment. It represents the dawn which follows the darkest of nights
Author’s note: hello!! welcome back to The Sun! I know it’s been a while, life has been busy. If you’re sticking around, thank you. I promise this fic is still on-going! I hope you enjoy this little chapter. Please excuse any typos :)
It had cooled off significantly in Nashville as fall had settled in. You were thankful that the sweltering summer heat was finally behind you. Today you had planned on a solo shopping trip for a nice new pair of boots. You needed time with yourself to clear your head after the clusterfuck that the past week has been. Ever since they had gotten back from tour you and Josh were solid of course, spending most every day together after work/studio time. You had avoided going over there so you wouldn’t see Jake. You were still pissed at him. He texted you a few times, but you didn’t respond. You couldn’t avoid it much longer as there was a party tonight actually at the studio. One of the long-time techs were retiring and Josh invited you immediately after hearing about it. It was a surprise party, which was your favorite type of party. You grabbed your bag and headed towards your door, Josh would be coming by to get you in a few hours and you needed to get a new pair of boots to complete your outfit. One pair of boots turned into approximately four pair and a new pair of heels, but oh well. The vibe for tonight was casual, so you opted for a rather tight pair of black leather flare pants with a cropped and distressed vintage AC/DC shirt that showed a good bit of midriff. You threw on your usually chunky gold jewelry and picked out your favorite pair you had gotten today, black faux crocodile square platform boots. You applied makeup, crimped your hair, and spritzed yourself with Gucci Guilty. You felt confident and hot. Right on cue, Josh knocked on your door.
“Oh wow. Well hello!” Josh whistled at you.
You giggled at him. “Like the new boots?”
He eyed you, in a way you had never seen him eye you before. “I do. I really do.”
“Ready to get out of here?” You asked, grabbing your small black shoulder bag from it’s hook.
Josh stuck out his arm. “After you.”
You both piled into his Jeep. He was driving which meant he wasn’t intending on getting drunk, so you wouldn’t either.
There were a fair amount of cars in the studio parking lot.
“Well this doesn’t look suspicious at all.” Josh pokes.
You shake your head. “Absolutely not.”
It was jam packed inside. Josh told you to stay put while he got you a drink. You see Danny approaching you and give him a smile. He smiles back, but it’s almost a grimace.
“Hey?”
“Hey… I would avoid the other room tonight. Jake is pretty belligerently drunk. Sam has tried to talk to him, but we don’t know what’s gotten into him.”
You look at him strange. “Sounds pretty typical to me.”
He offers you a sympathetic look and pats your shoulder.
Josh returns with a Beatbox in hand. “This is the closest thing they have to wine. Holy shit it’s packed in here!”
You take the cardboard boxed drink and nod. “Thank you! Yes, it is. Is there another room or is this it?”
Josh winks at you. “Follow me!”
He leads you a room over. It’s less crowded, but there is still a considerable amount of people. Immediately you can see what Danny is talking about. Jake has a bottle of bourbon in one hand and a dirty blonde in a tight red dress in his lap. Something inside of you twists at that- and it makes you mad.
Josh coughs. “Well… I haven’t seen her in a while.”
You try to act like it doesn’t bother you. “Wow, uh who is that?”
“Katie.” Josh replies.
Jake catches the two of you from the corner of his eye. He gives you a bright smile and thrusts his bottle towards you. Then he grabs Katie by her neck and kisses her sloppily.
“Jesus Christ.” Josh winces. “That’s fucking embarrassing. Why is he doing that?”
You are inflamed inside. You know exactly why he’s doing that. Instead of telling Josh, you offer a shrug and a judgmental face.
He shakes his head. “Someone has to stop this shit before he makes an even bigger ass of himself. Come on.”
Josh trucks towards his twin and you stay behind him, nervous as to what Jake might do.
“Hey Jake.” Josh says approaching him. “Come with me for a minute.”
Jake groans and shimmy’s Katie off of him. Josh takes Jake and you into a small office.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you kidding me right now?” Josh asks, in an unbelievable tone.
Jake rolls his eyes at his twin. “Fuck off. Let me breathe.”
“You’re not going to be able to breathe if you don’t cut it the fuck out. We are in front of all of peers and you’re basically fucking her on that couch!” Josh yells.
Jake glances over at you and clenches his jaw. “So what.”
Josh scrunches his face up. “Seriously? What is wrong with you?”
Jake sighs. “I’m fine Josh- fuck.”
“Have you drank that half of that goddamn bottle?” Josh asks, pointing to bourbon.
Jake stays silent.
“Fuck- stay here. I’m going to grab you a bottle of water and you’re going to drink all of it. Give me that shit.” Josh tugs the bottle away and shoots you a sympathetic look before running out of the office.
Jake glances up at you. “Sugs. You look nice.”
“Jake.” You reply, half heartedly. “You okay?”
“Mhm.” He replies.
“You have a little bit of lipstick on your face.” You say, pointing to a red mark on his jaw.
“Thanks.” He replies flatly, wiping at it. “You know-“
“Okay! Here. This is the largest bottle of water I could find. I had planned on us leaving after Scotty had gotten here. I want you to leave with us. I’m not leaving you here like this.”
“No, I’ll be fine.” Jake grumbled.
“Not up for discussion. Please sober the fuck up.” With that, Josh took your hand and led you back to the party. He was the only person in the world who could put Jake in his place without repercussions.
“Fuckin idiot. I’m sorry, I had planned something fun for us after, but I need to make sure he doesn’t die.” Josh offers, still on edge about the situation.
He’s so thoughtful. You reach out and place a comforting hand on his arm. “It’s okay. I completely understand.”
“Thanks.” He offers.
Scotty showed up around 20 minutes later. Josh said his hellos, and then grabbed Jake forcing him to the car. The car ride was awkward and tense. Jake sat in the back with his arms crossed.
“You gonna tell me what all of this is about?” Josh asks, peering into the rear view mirror.
Jake glances at you and doesn’t say a word.
Josh huffs. “Fine. You need to shower when you get home. You reek of booze.”
Jake stays silent. The tension is palpable. You pinched at the fabric of your pants trying to keep yourself busy. Josh notices and reaches over, placing his hand over yours and gives it a squeeze. A quick glance to the rear-view mirror and you see Jake absolutely seething. He must be very drunk to behave like this.
When you finally pulled up, Jake stormed inside.
“What in the fuck…” Josh mumbled.
You bit your lip. “Hey, I think I’m going to head home okay? I don’t want to get caught in the crossfires.”
Josh huffs. “Yeah, okay I understand. Can I call you tomorrow?”
You nod and smile. “Of course. If you need anything, call me too.”
Josh grabs your hand and gives it a quick kiss. “I’m sorry about tonight. I’ll make it up to you.”
You felt your heart skip a beat at his genuineness. “Don’t worry about it, seriously.”
He stares at you for a moment, maybe longer than normal. Before unbuckling his seat belt and walking you to your car. When you got home, you poured a giant glass of wine and soaked in a hot bubble bath. Your head was positively spinning. What in the hell was going on? Why was Jake being such an asshole? Why did you feel blooming butterflies for Josh?
There was not a single answer that you had found at the bottom of the glass of wine. So you searched for another and when you didn’t find it there, you poured another glass accompanied by a large bowl of popcorn and a fuzzy blanket on your couch. You turned on some reality tv show to drown out the thoughts in your head. At some point you had fallen asleep, because you jolted at the sound of your phone. Popcorn had spilled everywhere and you had the onset of a small hangover due to the wine no doubt. You grabbed your phone, it was nearly 2:30 in the morning. You had a text from… Danny?
Hey. Can we do brunch tomorrow?
You made a face. That was weird? Of course you and Danny had done solo things before, but it wasn’t often and it hasn’t been in a while. You quickly texted back.
Hey, yeah. Everything okay?
You tapped your finger nervously while you saw the text bubbles appear.
Yes. Just wanna talk! Catch up
You locked your phone. Something was strange about this. Rather than dwell on it, you cleaned up and zombie walked to bed. Today was too much, tomorrow would be better. That’s what you told yourself anyway.
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Brightness creeped inside your window as your eyes slowly opened. Your headache had continued unfortunately. You groaned and grabbed your water bottle chugging from it like the nectar of the gods were encased inside. 9:42 am. Okay, you still had time do a few things before brunch. You threw your comforter and sheets in the washing machine and brushed your teeth before asking Danny if 11:30 was okay. You two had agreed to meet at a cute coffee and pastry shop roughly ten minutes from your townhouse. You threw on a pair of flared leggings, sneakers, and a cropped sweatshirt then threw your hair up into a high ponytail. It would have to do. Grabbing your keys, you inched towards the door a small amount of anxiety swelling within. You had no idea what this random brunch date was about, but something told you it was more than just a “catch up.”
Danny was already there when you arrived, of course he was always early. He had already ordered you a coffee and breakfast sandwich with a side of fruit.
“Hello.” He offered, cheerily as you sat down.
“Hi.” You replied. “Thank you for ordering this. You didn’t have to.”
He throws his hand up. “Don’t mention it. I wasn’t sure if you would like the coffee. It’s a vanilla honey latte with almond milk.”
“That’s perfect actually.” You smile and take a sip.
“So…” Danny starts.
“So?” You question.
He chews on his lip for a minute. “How’s… everything?”
You give him a funny look. “It’s okay I suppose. Kind of busy at work right now with a big client onboarding process.”
He nods. “Yes, well what about everything else?”
You furrow your brows. “Everything is okay… Why? What are you trying to get at?”
He blows out a breath. “Okay. Jake.”
“Jake?” You question and feel your stomach sink a little.
He nods. “I know. Well sort of. I have seen you two sneaking around, the glances, the touching, smiles. I have also seen a shift in Jake, especially last night.”
You shake your head and feel your face turn red. “No, it’s nothing. Too much information, but we hooked up a time or two. But that’s it.”
“Does Jake know that?” He asks.
You let out a laugh. “He does. In a typical Jake fashion he was lying to me and sleeping with other people during the brief tenure that we were fooling around.”
Danny rubbed his temples. “God. Okay, that explains last night a bit I guess.”
“What happened last night?” You question.
“Well obviously he was belligerent at the party. I didn’t think much of it, he’s been moody lately but I honestly thought it had to do with his stress of the new album. But last night when Sam and I got back home he was something else. Yelling at Josh, attempting to drink more, and then he brought you up. It was brief, just something about Josh always having to be up your-“ Danny cleared his throat. “Anyway. That’s when I realized that this was about you. Whatever in the hell is going on between you two has him out of sorts. I can see that it was self-inflicted… Listen, Jake is not perfect. No one is. He has a lot of issues particularly when it comes to relationships.”
You huff a laugh. “Yeah, trust me I know. I just can’t do that again. We are like oil and water.”
Danny gives you a serious look. “I know that. It’s not ever going to work with you two. Jake is way too stubborn with commitment issues and you don’t put up with shit. But somehow he is still stuck on you. Despite all of the girls and flings he has been around. It’s different with you.”
You get quiet for a moment and glance at the ground.
“Which is what makes all of this more fucked up.” Danny blurts.
You cock your head to the side. “What do you mean?”
He shakes his head and pulls at the bridge of his nose. “Josh.”
Now you feel your stomach sink even more. “Josh? What do you mean Josh?”
Danny gives you a blank stare. “You torture that poor soul.”
You make a face at him. “What? What are you talking about.”
“Be serious for one minute. He is so obviously in love with you and has been for… hell years.” Danny says through furrowed brows.
You feel your face flush.
“You really didn’t know?” He asks.
You shake your head. “No… I didn’t.”
He huffs. “Well, shit. Um yeah. Like madly in love with you. Has been even before Jake…” He pauses. “I love both of them, so dearly. They’re twins, so it makes sense that they’re both in love with the same girl. As much as they try to differentiate themselves at their core they are one in the same. But, Josh has pined over you for years. Then he took a backseat to his own brother and put your happiness above his. He’s just the most selfless guy I’ve ever met. I don’t know… I just wanted you to know that.”
You stay quiet for a minute, your heart and mind racing 100 miles per minute. “Am I a bad person? I swear I didn’t know. I don’t even know what to think right now.”
Danny shakes his head immediately. “No, no you’re not. Hey, I didn’t ask you to come here to make you feel bad. I just wanted to try and offer some clarity, but also make you aware of the situation before we all implode.”
You can’t help but snicker at that. “Fuck. Okay. I guess it’s time to have some conversations.”
He grabs your hand. “I’m always here if you need me. Whatever your decision might be, I’m still always going to be here for you.”
You give him a grateful smile.
You knew what you needed to do.
You knew what was coming next.
You needed to call Jake.
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Hey. Can we talk?
You glanced down at your screen, psychoanalysing every since character. You hit send and then threw your phone on the couch, as if something were going to happen. After breakfast, you went back to your house. Mostly staring off in deep thought. Josh… you knew you had new feelings for him to say the least. They had been developing for a while, but you could never quite place them. The thought of him hurting over you made you want to gouge your eyes out. Then there was Jake. Someone who made your heart beat fast and your back arch like a cat. You didn’t feel the same way for either of them, there was a clear difference in the two.
After thirty minutes your phone was buzzing. You cautiously walked over and picked it up, only to see an incoming call from Josh. Your stomach flips at the sight of it.
“Hey!” Josh cheerily sang out on the other line. “What are you up to?”
You bit your lip. “Nothing too exciting. I’m actually feeling a little bit under the weather.”
You could hear the concern in his voice. “Oh? What’s wrong? I’m at the studio today, but I could come by after and bring you soup or something.”
You shake your head. “No it’s okay. I’m fine, I just feel bleh. I need to rest I suppose and I don’t need you getting sick.”
“Okay. Well, if you need me, call me. You know I’ll be there. If you’re feeling better tomorrow we can go to dinner. Listen, I’ve got to run, I just wanted to check in on you.”
When you got off the phone you felt tears well in your eyes. You were tired, confused, and had no idea what to do next. Eventually, you grabbed the fluffiest blanket you owned and curled up on your couch. When you opened your eyes again it was getting near dark.
“Fuck.” You murmured.
You had slept a perfectly good day away. You picked up your phone to glance at the time and saw that Jake had responded around 20 minutes ago.
About to leave the studio. Want me to come by?
Before you could even think you typed out “yes.” You immediately went into cleaning mode and poured a glass of wine to settle your nerves. You decided to try and make yourself a little more presentable, running a brush through your hair and mascara in your lashes. You felt incredibly anxious, but kept your mind and hands busy cleaning. A half an hour later, you heard knocking at your door.
“Hi.” There stood Jake, as devastatingly beautiful as ever.
“Hey.” You replied, shuffling to the side to let him in.
“Wine?” You asked.
He nodded and sat at your kitchen table watching you uncork a bottle of red.
“Here.” You offered, sitting down the stemmed glass.
“Thanks.” He replied, swirling the liquid around. “So, what’s on your mind Sugar?”
“What are we doing Jake?” You ask, crossing your arms.
He furrows his brows at you. “What do you mean?”
You sigh at him. “You know what I mean.”
He takes a sip of wine and eyes you. “I dunno. We have… history. We’re just screwing around, having fun.”
You bite your lip. “Why?”
Jake crosses his arms right back at you. “Because we’re both consenting adults who enjoy each other?”
You shake your head. “No, I mean why are we doing this? We both know we are never going to have anything out of this. The longer we keep this up, the deeper we get.”
Jake blows out a breath. “I… I don’t have an answer for that Sugs.”
“You know that we will never have something to hold on to. You like to fuck around too much and I won’t put up with it.” You blurt out.
Jake rolls his eyes at that. “Why do we have to have labels on anything? I thought you were the one insisting on no strings?”
You laugh. “Seriously? You get pissed anytime any other man talks to me or touches me. Sure, no strings but I don’t want you sleeping with the whole fucking world while we are doing whatever in the hell we are doing!”
He rubs his eyes. “Fuck. I know, I know.”
“We have to stop.” You say, quietly.
Jake glances at you, his facial expression unreadable. “I don’t want to.”
“We have to. Whatever this is between us that we don’t talk about, and I’m not talking about the sex, is never going to be fixable. We aren’t good together. We both know it and we shouldn’t be bound to one another. No matter how much we feel like we might want to at times. You’re a rockstar for Christ’s sake. You can do whatever you want and have whoever you want. It suits you. I don’t.”
“Don’t say that.” He mumbles.
You shrug your shoulders.
Jake ponders this for a minute and rubs his face. “Fuck. When did things get so complicated between us huh?”
You laugh. “It always has been.”
“I suppose you’re right. I just don’t know how I’m supposed to be around you and not want to touch you.” He pokes with a smirk.
“The feeling is mutual…” you spit back.
His eyes find yours and he rubs his palms on his jeans. “One last time?”
“Jake…”
He raises his eyebrows at you.
Your heart is pounding in your chest. You want to hold strong, you really do. “One last time.” You agree. “But this is it, so make it count.”
“I intend to.” Jake says, nearly jumping out of his seat.
His lips are on yours instantly, that warm familiar sensation flooding through you. You and Jake couldn’t have a relationship together, but you definitely had this.
He walked you all the way to your room, your lips rarely detaching. You both collapsed on your bed, your hands tangled into his hair as he fumbled with the hem of your shirt.
“Fuck.” He groaned, as he pulled your top off. His hands meeting the soft flesh on your chest.
He slipped out of his shirt and pants then tugged your shorts down.
“You’re soaked Sugs.” Jake taunts, sliding his fingers over your clothed center.
You shutter at the feeling and close your eyes, trying to process that this would be the last time. Your eyes peel open after Jake delivers a swift smack to your center.
“Eye on me baby.” He warns.
You crack a smile. He wants to play tonight. He then makes a show out of removing your panties and kisses around your thighs, biting into the skin closest to your inner thigh. Finally, his fingers find your center and you moan. He adds his mouth and you’re all but there already.
“Oh god.” You softly cry, gripping the sheets.
He makes an obscene sound with his mouth and smiles up at you. “Not God, but you can worship me tonight baby.”
That did it. You felt that band snap inside of you as your orgasm washed over you. You rode out that feeling as long as you could.
Jake wasted no time turning you around and propping your ass up in the air. He smacked your ass and you felt your flesh ripple.
“Goddamn I will never get tired of that.” He all but moaned.
He teased you for a few minutes until he couldn’t stand it anymore, sinking into you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head.
Jake pressed you up against his back as he placed sloppy kisses down your jaw. His small amount of stubble tickling the your neck.. He sent his other hand down to your most sensitive spot, swirling his pointer and middle finger with the exact amount of pressure. You could tell he was coming undone.
“Don’t want this to end baby. Fuck.” He growled in your ear.
“Then don’t stop Jake. Don’t stop. God- just like that.” You whined.
He gripped your face sending two fingers in your mouth. You sucked around them and working your tongue in unison.
He moaned out at that. “You drive me fuckin’ crazy. You know that?”
You nodded, his fingers still in your mouth.
“Fuck.” Jake spit, as he pulled out of you and flipped you around. “Wanna see that pretty face when I make you come again.”
He swung one of your legs over his shoulder and gave it his all. You could tell he was holding back, but you were almost there again.
“I’m close Jake.” You manage to get out.
He picks up his pace. “Yeah? You like that? You take it so fucking well. Just like a slut. You liked to be fucked like a slut don’t you baby?”
You lit on fire at that. He knew exactly how to get you off as you nodded with tears in your eyes.
“Mhm that’s what I thought. Such a dirty little girl. Come on baby, give it to me Sugar. Wanna feel you.” He said confidently.
You couldn’t resist. You squeezed him as tight as you could and came harder than you had in a very long time. He was directly behind you, squeezing your hips so tightly you knew there would be bruises.
He panted a few times and then leaned down, kissing you softly before rolling off.
Then, your doorbell rang.
You shot up.
“Expecting visitors?” Jake asked with a confused face.
You shake your head.
“Want me to get it? He asks, grabbing his boxers.
“No, throw me my phone. Let me check my doorbell camera.” You say.
Jake begrudgingly grabs your phone and gives it to you. Your blood runs cold when you see who’s at your door.
“Josh?” Jake asks, surprise in his tone.
“Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Fuck!” You panic.
You glance at the screen again. He’s standing at your door with a bag of what you presume is soup and a 6 pack of ginger ale. You truly were such a giant piece of shit. Thankfully, Josh places all of the items on your doorstep and pulls out his phone.
Dropped by some goodies for you :) I hope you’re not asleep, your soup will be cold!
The text came through as soon as he turned around.
Jake scoffed a laugh.
You furrowed your brows at him. “What could possibly be funny! What if he saw your car?”
He rolled his eyes. “Relaxxxxxx drama queen. I had to park on the other side of the building because there was no parking. Even if he did, who cares?”
“He would be crushed and you know that.” You say, defensively- guilt washing through you.
“He follows you around like a fuckin’ lost puppy.” He huffs out.
“He’s my best friend Jake.” You spit, crossing your arms.
He makes a face at you. “Right.”
You run your fingers through your hair. “Fuck. We shouldn’t have done this.”
“Seriously?” Jake asks, a bite in his tone.
You nod.
“Oh for fuck’s sake!” He belts out. “This is why we can’t work! This right here! You’re so goddamn hot and cold with me!”
You quickly throw your pants back on. “Me? Jake be so for real for one fucking second! You can’t commit for shit, but I’m the problem?”
“I can!” He yells. “You just don’t want it! You play this little charade that you do, but deep down you don’t.”
“I don’t know what I want Jake! But you don’t either!” You yell.
He backs down at that and you both take a few moments of silence to try and calm down.
You take a deep breath. “I don’t know how we operate from here. This is exhausting for both of us.”
He scoffs at you. “Yeah, no fucking kidding. Why are you so goddamn stubborn?”
You can’t help but crack a smile. “Why are you?”
Jake leans back on to your bed, scooting next to you. “We tried, I guess.”
You nuzzle next to him and laugh. “We kind of did.”
“I don’t know how to be your friend.” Jake admits, quietly.
You pause, trying to gauge what he’s saying. “We need some distance, but we’ll get there I think.”
He rubs his eyes. “Yeah.”
You both sit in silence for a few minutes, before Jake gets up. “I’m going to go.”
“Okay.” You offer softly.
He gives you a long glance. “Take care of yourself Sugar.”
You smile softly. “You too.”
With that, he dresses himself and leaves.
A wave of melancholy washes through you. It was kind of like a break up, but a needed one with a sense of closure. Guilt also fell upon you as you opened your door to see what Josh had brought you. You couldn’t even begin to fathom telling him about what has transpired between you and Jake, especially knowing what you know.
You grabbed your soup and made your way to your couch, grabbing your phone. You dialed Josh’s number and felt your heart beating unusually fast.
“Well hello.” He voice rang out, smooth and beautiful.
“Hi Joshy.” You cooed. “Have I ever told you how good you are to me?”
You can hear the grin on his face through the line. “A time or two, but I never get sick of hearing it. Feeling any better?”
“Yeah.” You croak out. “I- um slept some of it off I think.”
“Good.” He replies. “Can I take you out to dinner tomorrow if you feel up to it? I gotta make up for Friday night.”
You feel giddy at that. “Hm, let me check my schedule. Ah! I think I can pencil you in.”
He giggles into the phone. “Great. I appreciate your generosity.”
You both droned on the phone for a few hours, a new sense of excitement pitted in your stomach.
You didn’t know that Josh had felt that way about you. It was something you had been blind to. What was even more surprising to you, however, was the fact that you felt the same way about Josh.
A/n: Second to the last chapter!! I don’t want to say too much, just hold on to your seats 😳. Questions and comments are always appreciated, and as always, enjoy. 🖤 (Or at least try to…)
Content Warnings: smoking, drinking, criminal activity, heavy angst, Jake on some ‘I see dead people’ shit, graphic violence
Word Count: 4.4k
Saturday
Jake awoke with a heaviness in his chest that felt almost suffocating, a strange, foreboding sensation that clung to him like a second skin. It wasn’t quite dread—no, this felt deeper, darker, like the quiet hum of doom lurking just beneath the surface. He stayed in bed for a long moment, staring at the cracked ceiling, trying to shake the feeling. But he knew he couldn’t stay in bed forever, with the final drop scheduled for that evening, he knew he had to reject the warmth of the sheets that felt like a safety net.
With a resigned sigh, he swung his legs over the side of the bed, the floorboards creaking beneath his weight. He could hear you in the kitchen, the soft clinking of plates and the faint sizzle of something on the stove drifting down the hallway. That small sound brought him a sliver of comfort, enough to push himself to his feet. He grabbed a clean shirt from the chair beside him and tugged it on before making his way toward the kitchen, his feet dragging as if each step were weighted.
“What are you doing in here?” he asked, his voice still groggy from sleep. The sight of you stopped him in his tracks. You were standing by the stove, wearing a shirt that had long since stopped fitting, the hem riding up over your belly. The pajama pants hung loose on your frame, clearly a pair of his. The sight brought a faint smile to his lips, lifting the corners just slightly, though it wasn’t enough to shake the lingering weight in his chest.
You turned to him with a grin that rivaled the sunlight streaming through the window, and for a moment, his burdens didn’t feel so crushing. “I’m making breakfast,” you said, placing a hand on your hip with mock defiance. “Just because I’m seven months pregnant doesn’t mean I can’t cook.”
His smile grew a little, but the worry in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed. “You okay, baby?” you asked, tilting your head slightly, your tone soft with concern.
He hesitated, then nodded, though it wasn’t convincing. “Yeah,” he said, his voice quiet. “I just didn’t sleep well.”
You remembered how restless he’d been last night, tossing and turning like he couldn’t find peace. At one point, you’d had to pull the comforter off him because of the furnace-like heat radiating from his body. Turning back to the stove, you plated a stack of pancakes and slid them onto the table with a glass of orange juice.
“Maybe a good breakfast will help,” you offered, nodding toward the table. Jake obediently sat down, though his movements were slow, as if his body were fighting against him.
You joined him with a plate of your own, the silence between you unsettling. Jake picked at his food, taking small bites that barely made a dent in the stack of pancakes. Pancakes were his favorite, yet today, he barely touched them.
“You got anything planned today?” you asked, hoping to fill the void.
Jake shrugged, his eyes focused on the plate in front of him. “Just business as usual. Got something I have to be at this evening, but… I think I’m gonna go for a ride today. Just by myself.”
You nodded, knowing how much solace he found in the open road. “That sounds like a good idea. It’s perfect riding weather.”
“It is,” he agreed softly, though the words felt hollow.
After breakfast, Jake stood and made a weak attempt to help you clear the table, but you waved him off. “Go get ready. I’ve got this.”
By the time you finished cleaning up, Jake had reappeared, dressed in his signature Barbarians vest, a clean white shirt, and his worn black jeans. His boots scuffed the floor as he approached, the faint smell of leather and cologne wrapping around you.
“Well, don’t you look handsome,” you teased, trying to lift his spirits.
Jake smirked, stepping close and pulling you into his arms. His hands rested lightly on your hips, his thumbs brushing over the sides of your bump as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.
“I love you,” he said, his voice low but filled with an intensity that made your heart skip.
“I love you too,” you replied, searching his face for any sign of what was troubling him. But Jake, ever the master at hiding his emotions from you, gave nothing away.
“I’ll see you later, okay?”
You nodded, a knot of worry tightening in your chest as he kissed you one last time and grabbed his helmet. You followed him to the porch, watching as he mounted his bike. The engine roared to life, a sound that normally brought you comfort, but today it felt heavy, ominous.
Jake waved as he pulled away, the tires crunching against the dirt road. You stayed on the porch long after he disappeared from view, the unease lingering like a shadow. Something wasn’t right—you could feel it in your bones.
Lorelei kicked suddenly, a sharp jab that startled you out of your thoughts. You rubbed your hand over your belly, offering what comfort you could. “I know, baby,” you murmured. “He’s gonna be okay. He always is.”
But as the wind whispered through the trees and the distant sound of Jake’s bike faded into silence, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was shifting, something neither of you were ready for.
He couldn’t explain why his journey led him there that day. Jake hadn’t been back to that spot since it happened, since the day everything in his life had flipped on its head. But now, as the deserted landscape stretched out before him, he found himself only minutes away from where Jaxon had died. The desert road felt endless, the horizon blurring into a haze of heat and memory, but something deep inside him—something he couldn’t name—urged him forward.
As he rode, familiar landmarks began to rise in the distance. To anyone else, they were just rock formations, indistinguishable from countless others scattered across the desert. But to Jake, they were markers of a nightmare etched into his soul. His chest tightened as he spotted the jagged cliff where he’d been stationed that day, perched high above the chaos. For a moment, he swore he could see his younger self standing up there, scanning the terrain below, unaware of the tragedy that was about to unfold.
Jake slowed his bike to a stop, veering off the cracked pavement and onto the coarse, sandy ground. He killed the engine and swung his leg over, his boots crunching against the gravel as he walked toward the cluster of rocks. His body moved on instinct, each step pulling him closer to the exact spot where Jaxon had taken his last breath. How he was able to pinpoint it so quickly, he didn’t know—maybe it was muscle memory, maybe it was grief, or maybe it was something else entirely.
When he reached the boulder, he crouched down, his hand grazing the gritty surface. The desert wind whipped around him, hot and dry, carrying with it an eerie silence that seemed to press down on him from all sides. He let his palm rest against the rock, feeling its rough texture scrape against his skin. There, faint but undeniable, was a stain—dark and barely visible, but unmistakable. Jake’s throat tightened.
It looked like blood.
Jaxon’s blood.
Even after all these years, even after the rain and the relentless desert sun, the earth seemed to hold on to the memory of what had happened here. Jake’s breath hitched as flashes of that day seared through his mind. The gunfire, the shouting, the chaos. The moment he’d realized something was wrong. The split-second decision to abandon his post. And the sight of Jaxon crumpled on the ground, his lifeless eyes staring into nothing.
It all came rushing back with a force that nearly knocked him off balance. The desert around him felt heavy, suffocating, as if time itself had stopped to preserve the misery of that moment.
Jake crouched beside the boulder, his fingers tracing the faint stain on its surface, a lump forming in his throat as the memories clawed at him. The desert was eerily still, the only sound the faint whisper of the wind moving through the rocks. He shut his eyes, inhaling deeply, trying to steady the storm inside him.
When he opened them, he froze.
There, standing a few feet away, was Jaxon.
Jake blinked hard, his pulse pounding in his ears like a drumbeat. He had to be losing it. The weeks of sleepless nights, the unrelenting weight of stress—it was all catching up to him, twisting his mind into knots. But there he was—Jaxon. Clear as day, leaning casually against one of the sun-bleached rocks, arms crossed over his chest, his sandy curls tousled by the desert breeze. He looked exactly as Jake remembered him, untouched by time, forever frozen at 17. The sight hit Jake like a gut punch, a ghost plucked straight from his memories and dropped into the unforgiving reality of the desert.
“’Bout time you showed up,” Jaxon said, his voice light and familiar, a ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips.
Jake stared, wide-eyed, his breath catching in his throat. “No way,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I’m losing my goddamn mind.”
“Probably,” Jaxon shrugged, pushing off the rock and walking toward him. “But hey, I’m here, aren’t I?”
Jake stood slowly, his legs stiff, his heart pounding. “You’re not real.”
Jaxon grinned, cocking his head. “Maybe not. But you’re talking to me anyway, so what does that say about you?”
Jake let out a shaky laugh, dragging a hand through his hair. “I’ve officially lost it.”
“Maybe,” Jaxon said again, stepping closer. His gaze softened, and for a moment, Jake forgot that his best friend had been dead for years. Jaxon looked alive, whole, like the version of him Jake wanted to remember.
“Damn, you look like shit,” Jaxon said, his grin widening. “What’s been going on, huh? You got that ‘I’m drowning in bullshit’ look again.”
Jake chuckled, a short, bitter sound. “That obvious, huh?”
“Always has been,” Jaxon said, sitting down on the boulder like it was any other day, like nothing had ever happened. He gestured for Jake to join him.
Jake hesitated before sinking back to the ground, leaning his back against the rock, his eyes flicking to Jaxon, half-expecting him to disappear. But he didn’t.
“You’ve got a lot on your plate,” Jaxon said, his voice quieter now. “Club’s in chaos, election coming up, baby on the way… Sounds like a hell of a ride, brother.”
Jake nodded slowly, his throat tightening. “I don’t know what to do, Jax. If I win, I’m stuck here. If I leave, I’m abandoning the guys. Either way, I lose.”
Jaxon tilted his head, considering. “It’s not about winning or losing, man. It’s about doing what’s right. For them, for her, for you.”
“I don’t even know what ‘right’ looks like anymore,” Jake admitted, his voice rough.
“You’ve always known,” Jaxon said, his tone steady, almost reassuring. “You just don’t trust yourself to make the call. But here’s the thing, Jake—you don’t have to be perfect. You just have to be better than the guy who came before you.”
Jake laughed dryly. “That’s not saying much.”
Jaxon chuckled, the sound light and familiar. “Nah, it’s not. But it’s a start.”
The silence stretched between them, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. Finally, Jaxon spoke again, his voice quieter now, almost somber.
“You’ve got something I never had, Jake,” he said, his gaze dropping to Jake’s hands. “A chance to build something real. Something that lasts. Don’t waste it.”
Jake’s chest tightened as he looked at Jaxon, his best friend’s face etched with an honesty that cut deep.
“Jax…” he began, but his voice faltered.
Jaxon leaned forward, his expression serious now. “Just remember, brother,” he said, his voice low, almost a whisper, “sometimes the hardest road is the only one worth taking. And sometimes…” He hesitated, his gaze turning distant, like he was looking at something Jake couldn’t see. “Sometimes, you don’t get to decide when it starts, and when it ends.”
Before Jake could respond, Jaxon was gone.
It happened in an instant—one moment he was there, and the next, he wasn’t. The desert was still again, the wind brushing softly against the rocks, but Jake’s heart was pounding like he’d just come face-to-face with a ghost.
Because maybe he had.
When Jake arrived at the tavern that afternoon, he couldn’t shake the unease gripping him. The events from earlier in the desert had carved themselves into his thoughts, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t make sense of it. The world felt slightly tilted, as if something essential had been knocked out of place. Everything around him—the faces, the voices, even the scent of stale beer and leather—felt like a strange echo of normalcy, but nothing about it grounded him.
The meeting room was crowded, members loitering in small groups, their voices bouncing off the walls. Jake spotted Ace at the front of the room, commanding the attention of a few high-ranking Barbarians. Normally, Jake would have gone straight to him, shared a joke or a nod of camaraderie, but not today. Today, he avoided eye contact, heading for a chair in the farthest corner of the room where he could observe without being noticed.
Settling into his seat, he scanned the room. The laughter, the jabs, the gruff voices—all of it was painfully familiar, comforting even. But today, the comfort felt hollow. As he leaned back, his mind churned with thoughts of what the future held. Is this it? he wondered. Is this where I’ll spend the next twenty years? These faces, this room, this life? It wasn’t just about the club anymore. It was about you, the baby, and what kind of life he could build for his family. A life like this—constant danger, moral compromises—wasn’t the life he wanted to offer you. But could he ever leave it behind? Did he even want to?
The sharp clap of Ace’s hands brought him back to the present.
“Alright, let’s get to it!” Ace’s voice boomed, commanding the attention of every man in the room. The hum of chatter died instantly as everyone found their seats. Jake straightened, but he didn’t move to the edge of his seat. He already knew what was coming.
Ace launched into the plan for the evening’s final drop, his tone steady and sure. Jake barely listened. He didn’t need to. The plan was etched into his brain at this point.
Meet the EDS at eight at the designated location. Escort them to the warehouse. Nicky and his team would have the money ready. Alejandro’s men would count it, finalize the deal, and the Barbarians would finally be free of their debt.
It sounded simple, straightforward. But Jake knew better. Nothing in this life ever went as smoothly as planned. The thought gnawed at him as Ace wrapped up the briefing.
“Alright, boys,” Ace finished, his eyes sweeping the room. “You’ve got a couple hours to get your heads straight, grab a drink, whatever. Be ready to roll at eight sharp.”
Chairs scraped across the floor as men began to rise and disperse, some heading for the bar, others to their bikes for a smoke. Jake stayed rooted in his chair, hoping to avoid Ace altogether. But his luck ran out when Ace caught up to him at the door.
“What’s up with you, kid?” Ace asked, his sharp eyes narrowing.
“Nothing,” Jake lied, brushing him off with a shrug. “I’m fine. Just haven’t been sleeping good.”
Ace wasn’t buying it. “Yeah, well, don’t expect that to change when you’ve got a newborn wailing at all hours,” he teased, his voice light but probing.
Jake shot him a sideways look, unamused. “Funny.”
Ace clapped him on the shoulder with a chuckle. “Look, kid, tonight’s gonna be a cakewalk. After this, you’ll finally get a breather. I’ll make sure of it.”
Jake didn’t have the energy to argue. “I’m good, Ace. Seriously.”
Ace studied him for a moment longer, his brows furrowed. He could see through Jake’s act, but he knew better than to push. With a final nod, he relented, stepping away to give Jake his space.
As Ace moved on, Jake exhaled deeply and retreated to a quiet corner of the tavern. The din of voices and the clinking of glasses faded into the background as he leaned back in his chair. His mind spun in circles, replaying every word Jaxon had said in his strange mirage-like visit in the desert. He thought about the election, about what it would mean if he won, and the weight of it pressed down on him like a boulder. The club could be his kingdom, his brothers an army at his back—but at what cost?
For a fleeting moment, Jake entertained the idea of staying, of making it work. If he had power, maybe he could protect you and the baby, keep you safe without running. Maybe being on the throne, with an army of Barbarians at his back, would give him the leverage to shield what mattered most. But then his gaze shifted to the men at the bar—his brothers—laughing, throwing back shots of whiskey like there wasn’t a storm brewing just outside the door.
They were fearless in their ignorance, loyal in their chaos, blind to the inevitable fallout of the life they’d chosen. It was the same blindness that had cost Jaxon his life, the same recklessness that had turned Rex into a tyrant. Jake felt the weight of it all pressing on him, the realization that no amount of power could insulate you and Lorelei from what the Barbarians truly brought along with them.
The few drinks Jake had over the past hour did little to dull the sharp edge of his anxiety. If anything, it felt like the knot in his chest only grew tighter. By the time the club was gearing up to hit the road, the unease had become a suffocating weight. Nicky and his small team had left about twenty minutes earlier, and now Jake was waiting for the last bike to fuel up, his nerves fraying with each passing second.
He stood beside his bike, burning through a cigarette, his gaze fixed on the horizon as he avoided eye contact with anyone. The feeling of Ace’s eyes on him was impossible to ignore, but Jake didn’t turn to meet them. He couldn’t. Not with the storm brewing in his mind, a mix of doubt, paranoia, and something darker he couldn’t name.
When the last bike roared to life, the group began to roll out, one by one, a steady procession of power and leather merging onto the road. Jake hung back, choosing to take up the rear of the pack, his thoughts racing faster than his bike ever could.
That nagging feeling that something was wrong refused to let go of him. It clung to his skin, crawled up his spine, whispered in his ear like an unwelcome ghost. Was he just being paranoid, haunted by the mistakes of the past? Or was his intuition screaming at him to pay attention?
The warehouse.
The voice was clear as day. Jaxon’s voice. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard it today, but hearing it now, on the edge of a critical moment, made his stomach churn.
Go to the warehouse.
Jake’s hands tightened on the handlebars, his knuckles white. He looked ahead to where Ace was leading the pack, his posture rigid, his focus locked on the road ahead. If Jake peeled off now, slipping away toward the warehouse, Ace probably wouldn’t notice until they reached the rendezvous point.
Do it.
“Fuck,” Jake muttered under his breath, the decision pressing down on him like a vice. His heart thudded as he began to ease his bike back, slowing just enough to break from the group without drawing attention. Ahead and to the right, he saw the turnoff that would take him straight to the warehouse.
He hesitated for a fraction of a second, then leaned into the turn, the roar of his engine swallowed by the sound of the others continuing down the road. Once he was clear, and the group had disappeared into the distance, Jake gunned the throttle, his bike eating up the road as he sped toward the warehouse.
The wind whipped against his face, but it couldn’t shake the growing pit in his stomach. He didn’t know what he’d find when he got there, but the urgency in Jaxon’s voice left him no choice.
Whatever waited for him at the warehouse, Jake knew it wasn’t going to be good. But he had to see it for himself.
The warehouse loomed in the distance, its shadow cast long and foreboding under the moonlight. Jake parked his bike and killed the engine, the silence around him unsettling. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat louder than the last as he stepped toward the entrance. The faint crunch of gravel beneath his boots was the only sound in the oppressive stillness.
The door creaked as he pushed it open, the dim overhead lights flickering as if the place itself was alive and uneasy. The warehouse was eerily quiet—too quiet. Jake’s instincts screamed at him, warning that something was wrong. He moved forward cautiously, his footsteps echoing in the vast, empty space.
And then he saw them.
Frogman and Nicky, hunched over the stacks of money, hurriedly loading it onto the back of an unfamiliar truck. The sight sent a surge of anger through Jake. He quickened his pace, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade.
“What the hell are you doing?” he demanded.
Frogman froze, his head snapping toward Jake like a deer caught in headlights. Without a second thought, he dropped the money he was holding and bolted toward the back exit. Jake let him go—his focus was squarely on Nicky, who remained standing by the truck, a smug grin plastered across his face.
“Well, well,” Nicky drawled, leaning casually against the tailgate. “The Barbarian Prince. Something told me you’d show up here trying to save the day. Doesn’t surprise me, you’re always snaking your way into things you have no business being in.”
Jake clenched his fists, his body taut with fury. “What the fuck are you talking about, Nicky?”
Nicky’s smirk deepened, his eyes glinting with malice. “Jake, you don’t belong at the top. You don’t deserve it. So I’m making sure that doesn’t happen. You’ve already got Ace and half the guys eating out of your hand. Can’t let the golden boy take over on a count of a little nepotism.” He gestured to the truck. “So, I’m taking the money, hiding it where no one will ever find it. Then I’m gonna tip off Alejandro and tell him you stole it. Tell him it’s at Rex’s trailer.,” his smirk widened, “where you hid it.”
The words hit Jake like a sledgehammer. His chest tightened as he realized the implication—Nicky knew about the money in Rex’s trailer. The secret Jake had worked so hard to protect was now dangling in front of him, weaponized by the one person he least expected.
“You son of a—” Jake started, but the sound of heavy footsteps interrupted him.
Alejandro stepped into the room, flanked by two of his men, his dark eyes scanning the scene. His presence sucked the air from the room, his cold demeanor sending a chill down Jake’s spine.
“I knew I was right to listen to my gut and come here first,” Alejandro said, his voice calm yet dripping with menace. His gaze flicked between Jake and Nicky, landing on the truck before narrowing dangerously.
Jake stepped forward, his hands raised slightly in a placating gesture. “Alejandro, this isn’t what it looks like.”
Alejandro’s lips curled into a humorless smile. “Then tell me, Jake. What does it look like?” His expression darkened again, and his voice boomed in a loud echo through the room, a sound seemingly too loud to come from a man his size. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you and your little friend here are trying to take my fucking money!”
“It’s not like that!” Jake snapped, his voice rising. He turned to Nicky, his frustration boiling over. “Tell him the truth, Nicky!”
But Nicky didn’t move. He stood there in silence, his smug expression replaced by something unreadable. He was letting it play out, letting Jake take the fall.
Alejandro’s patience ran thin. He motioned to his men, who closed in on Jake and Nicky, forcing them to their knees. The cold steel of a gun pressed against Jake’s temple, and Alejandro’s rant began, his voice rising with every word.
“I trusted you, Jake. I trusted you as much as I did your father despite you walking out on your brotherhood. I gave you the benefit of the doubt, and this is how you repay me? Stealing from me? Concocting some elaborate plan just so you could stab me in the back.”
“I didn’t steal anything!” Jake shouted, the anger in his voice edged with desperation. “Alejandro I- you know me. You know I wouldn’t do this.”
Alejandro studied him for a long moment, his gun still aimed at Jake’s head. Then, with a casual shrug, he lowered the weapon and stepped back.
“You know,” he said, almost conversationally, “I want to believe you, Jake. In fact, I think I might believe you. But a man can never be too sure.” He paced in front of them, the room heavy with anticipation. “So, here’s what we’re gonna do. I’m feeling generous tonight, so I’m willing to let you walk out of here with your life.”
Jake’s breath hitched as Alejandro turned to him, his voice taking on a razor-sharp edge. “But I can’t let two traitors live. So, if you want to leave, you have to kill Nicky. No weapons.”
Jake’s blood turned cold as Alejandro turned to Nicky, his expression unreadable. “And Nicky, if you don’t want to die here tonight, I suggest you fight back.”
The room seemed to hold its breath, the weight of Alejandro’s ultimatum pressing down like a vice. Jake’s fists clenched, his mind racing as he glanced at Nicky, who stared back with a mixture of defiance and something darker.
And then, Alejandro’s lips twitched into a sinister smile. “Well, boys?”
WARNINGS: daddy kink, gagging, slapping, degradation, cheating, spit, basically whatever u can think of
daniel robert wagner. what you wouldn't do for that man. one problem. he has a girlfriend. jordan. she was sweet of course but oh god was she a fucking airhead. you could fuck her boyfriend behind her back and she would never find out.
you had known danny since forever but never close enough to actually talk to him. he was in a band and seemed untouchable. that made you want him even fucking more. the way he played on stage made you dive your hand in your panties a great number of times. watching him play on stage was nothing but pure sex appeal.
one night after coming down from yet another high while looking at danny's instagram page you saw a particular comment.
jordieswxrld: so handsome! 💞
you were quick to tap on her account and message her.
y/n: hi girlie! you don't know me but I'm friends with the band and figured we could hang sometime!
jordieswxrld: omg hi!! i'd be down!
y/n: perf! does tomorrow at the tangle hearts cafe work?
jordieswxrld: it does!! how about 2ish?
perfect.
you continued to message her about stupid shit like your favorite colors, foods, how you met the boys, etc. you both agreed to bring one of the boys along. you got josh to agree and she said daniel would come along with her.
you set your phone down and drifted off to bed.
the next day you planned a perfect outfit. one that didn't draw too much unwanted attention but one you hoped would make danny notice you. even a little sneak at your cleavage would've made you happy. you slipped into a light brown cropped tank top with black high waisted pants. since it was starting to get cold you threw on a white knitted cardigan and some boots to top it off.
you looked over your outfit once more before meeting josh in your living room.
"ready to go?" you asked before grabbing your over the shoulder purse. he nodded and opened the door for you.
"i'm glad you're finally giving danny a chance, he's a cool dude." josh spoke whilst backing out of your driveway.
"yeah, i just guess i never felt the need." which a complete half assed answer and you knew josh knew that. it was an absolute lie. you never got to know danny because you'd eye fuck him everytime you'd come around him. every word you would have spoken to him would be dripping in lust. your words would have flowed like a spoon drenched honey, dripping back into the bottle with the sun casting a golden hue onto the counter.
the ride to the cafe was short, it wasn't too far from your house. the second you laid eyes on danny and his god awful girlfriend you didn't know whether to be happy around danny or annoyed to be around jordan.
as you got closer to the table, you presented a smile. danny and jordan got up, jordan greeting you with a hug first. danny greeted you with another hug, this one just a second longer than the one you had with his girlfriend. his cologne engulfed you. the scent alone made you want to rip his clothes off and go at it until you both had not an ounce of energy left in you.
"it's amazing to finally meet you! i've heard so many great things. i've just never managed to find time to hang out!" you said, faking your best friendly voice.
"ohh! i'm sure! you work at a big company i'm sure it's hard to find free time!" she said back.
"oh it really is!" you said sipping on your americano.
"i barely got today off." you spoke out, making casual talk.
"so, what is it you do?" danny chirped up.
"oh- well i work as a medical front desk receptionist. it wasn't too bad in the beginning but with covid, we're all so in demand so it's almost impossible to get any days off." you explained, taking in danny's every movement, every detail. his brown curls softly bounced with every movement his head made. the way he paid attention to your every word. you felt almost as if you were talking his ears off just to watch his eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips.
for a moment you thought he was an actual angel on earth sent down to bless your body with some holy feeling. but the feeling was much less than holy. the exact opposite to be specific. maybe an angel sent from hell.
"y/n…y/n!" you said, getting snapped out of your thoughts by josh tapping you on the side of your arm.
"what?" you barked back, clearly annoyed.
"danny asked you a fucking question dip shit." josh yelled into your ear.
"shut the fuck up josh, youre so loud! sorry danny, i was in my own world for a second!"
"that's okay, y/n. i was wondering if you were going to be at the show tonight. maybe we could all go to a bar after the show." he suggested.
"oh definitely! that sounds like so much fun."
the boys were kicking off their first leg of tour right here in their home state, michigan.
the rest of the day was spent in that little cafe, you taking in every beautiful detail of what was the man in front of you.
when it was time for your departure, you hugged them all goodbye.
"bye you guys! see you tonight!" jordan said, walking back to the car with daniel.
"he is really cool." you said looking down at your feet.
"told you." josh said with a smug smirk.
josh dropped you off at your house before going to the venue he needed to be at for sound check.
you quickly ran to your room, desperately searching for an outfit when you came across two items you knew would work well together. you decided to go with the band's theme.
you dressed in a body suit that was a gold velvet texture. it was two pieces of material covering your tits just right. it gave enough cleavage but you could jump around to the music if you really wanted. you found a chain belt to hang around your waist. it was also gold with suns on it. the suns has faces on them and it was very much one of your favorite possessions.
you paired them with nude stilettos and started on your makeup. you went with a basic gold glitter on your eyelids with black winged liner. you carefully placed gemstones under your eyes, mimicking what josh usually has when he's on stage.
you took an uber to the venue, not wanting to deal with the mess that was parking. as you went behind the building, you showed your pass to the security guards and met up with the boys backstage as they were about to go on. you saw the kiszka's, danny and everyone's girlfriends but dannys.
as you walked up to danny, asking him where jordan had been.
"she had to be with her family, it was an emergency." he said, he sounded sad but not too bad to the point you felt the need to feel bad for him. maybe this was your chance. with all the pent up energy he'd have from performing, he'd need to take it out somewhere. right?
you gave him a long hug before slowly taking a curl of his into your hand and slowly slid it between your two fingers.
"you look good tonight. goodluck." you whispered into his ear, placing a hand on his chest before walking away to get a drink. you smirked to yourself, hoping you had gotten to him. you'd definitely shown enough of your tits for him to check you out at least a couple times at the cafe earlier in the day.
as you went back backstage, you saw the boys giving it their all to the fans. as you leaned against a wall, you noticed danny eyeing you every so often when josh would take a moment to give the crowd a heartfelt speech.
as you took a sip of your white claw, you managed to "accidentally" dribble some onto your chest. you made a fake surprised face and took the drops of it onto your finger. making sure danny was looking, you lapped the liquid off your finger, making eye contact with danny.
you watched danny take a hard gulp, shaking whatever thoughts he had going on in his beautiful mind.
during their last song, you made your way to his changing room. you took a seat on his couch, crossing your legs and scrolling on your phone mindlessly until you heard the doorknob turning. you quickly shoo-ed your phone away and put on a smug smirk plastered on your face.
as he walked into the room, he was shirtless and covered in sweat. if he asked you to, you'd lick the sweat off the soft skin of his chest. his chest was moving like mountains, heaving up and down because of the adrenaline pulsing through his veins.
"what are you doing here, y/n?" he sounded shocked. really you couldn't blame him.
"hm. just..chilling i guess, daniel."
you could tell your words were working their magic. his eyes slowly darkened as his pupils expanded, making his eyes look black and full of pure lust. you looked at him with hooded eyes as you got up, dabbing his sweat off with a cooled towel.
"you seemed distracted daniel. what happened tonight?" you giggled as you slowly backed him up against the counter multiple makeup products were laid on.
"you know what the fuck my problem was y/n." his voice was much darker now, sending another gush of desire in between your legs.
"tell me, my sweet daniel. what was the problem." the sentence was more of a command at this point. both of your voices were low, not risking getting caught by any of the other brothers.
"my problem is that you eye fuck me any and every chance you get." he said through gritted teeth.
you softly placed a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
"i'm so much better than her daniel. i promise you that."
as you slowly pulled away from his body, he brought you back in with his hands digging into your skin.
"y/n.." he muttered.
"i've looked at you for so long, daniel. imagining how you'd feel against my body. imagining how much heat our bodies could produce together."
"if you keep talking like that i'm ripping your clothes off and fucking you dumb right here, right now." he said, pushing his very noticeable boner onto your thigh.
you were once, lost for words. not a single thought other than fucking the man in front of you were floating around your pathetic little mind.
"you don't think i didn't notice when you were bending over the table today? showing me your tits?"
you felt your bodies switch places. you were now pressed against the counter. you both were unbelievably hot and bothered. danny leaned down to place little kisses to your neck.
"what? you'd love be my filthy fucking secret. wouldn't you? getting fucked by me everytime shes not around."
"i'd love to be your dirty little secret, danny." you said, nibbling his ear lobe before slowly falling down to your knees. you undid his belt and undoing his pants. you watched them fall to the ground. you were left with his dick print outlined on his boxers. you wanted nothing more than to pull them down his thighs and shove his cock down your throat. yet, you refrained of doing so. you wanted to take your time with him.
you slowly outlined the tip of his cock, licking up the precum that had beaded through the fabric. you savored the salty taste on your lips before slowly pulling down his boxers. you softly gasped at his size, looking up at him.
"be a good girl and suck my cock like you're supposed to." he muttered, looking down at you. his hair was softly framing his face, his lips turning red due to softly biting on them.
you did as you were told and started with the tip, getting it wet and slobbered up. after doing so you ran your tongue under his shaft before taking about half of his dick into your mouth. he gathered your hair into his hand and made a ponytail with it, holding it together.
"c'mon now, you can do better than that. now can't you?" he said, pushing his cock down your throat. you let out a rather loud gag.
"look at you. acting like a whore and you can't even take my fucking cock." he growled, giving you a slap to your face.
he pushed his cock down your throat once more, leaving it there for a second.
"breathe through your nose, calm down." he smirked, loving to watch the struggle. when you gargled against his dick he let you off. a thick strand of spit connecting you to his cock. your mascara was slowly running down your face from your eyes watering while you gagged.
he stood you up, slipping you out of your body suit. you kicked your shoes off and he did so. the kiss you were currently sharing was full of moans and wet noises.
he pushed you back onto the couch and bent down to his knees. he slapped your pussy a couple times, causing you to jerk your body.
"danny please-"
"don't fucking speak unless your calling me daddy. do you understand?"
you were yet again at a loss for words.
"yes…i- yes daddy."
he pulled you to his mouth, giving a big fat lick, licking up every ounce of wetness you'd produced.
"you taste like fucking heaven. and this? is this for me?"
you nodded as he went back down on you. you covered your mouth, trying to be as quiet as possible.
he sucked on your clit, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. the hand that was placed over your mouth was now yanking hard on danny's hair.
"fuck daddy, youre so fucking good- holy shit!" you whisper yelled as intense pleasure coursed through you.
"let me hear you. your pathetic whines."
"danny what abou-"
"don't. fucking. question me." he barked out at you.
he fucked you with his tongue, causing you to tense every muscle in your body.
"daddy- fuck! i'm gunna-!" you cried out as you came over his face. he pulled away, his chin glistening with your arousal.
as you caught your breath, he walked over to grab his belt.
"on your knees." was all he spoke as you sat on your knees, facing away from him.
he grabbed your hands and quickly tied them together with his belt. how he knew how to do this? you would never know. and never would you have ever guessed daniel was so kinky.
he pushed you down, your chest hitting the back of the couch. a rough moan released from deep within your chest when danny stuffed his cock into your cunt. wet noises were bouncing off the walls, along with daniel's grunts and your moans. he grabbed your hands that were now tied together, using it to thrust into you. he took no time before going at almost impossible pace.
you were taking every feeling in, you couldn't help but let your mind go blank. your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your mouth was hung open.
"look at you. putty in my fucking hands. you came at me and now my cock is too much for your pathetic little self." he said, giving your ass a good couple slaps.
you started drooling, like you cared. you'd be a mess after this anyway. he threw his head back and gave the other side of your ass the same amount of slaps, evening everything out.
you were so close to the edge. so so close to feeling that burst of release you've been needing for god knows how long.
a couple more thrusts and danny was pushing his cock further into you, painting your walls with his cum. you on the other hand, started to cry as you felt your orgasm. the feeling being almost too much for you. you were almost screaming by the time you were shaking over daniel's cock.
both of your breaths were unsteady and heartbeats going as fast as rabbits.
"holy shit." he said as he pulled out. his cum leaked out of you as he undid the belt around your wrists.
"look at that. my very own cock slut. hm." he said in almost a coo-ing voice.
he helped you wash up and even took your makeup off of your face before changing into some of his comfy clothes. you left long before he had to.
at the end of the day you felt happy you finally got what you needed. you were sore most definitely, but so fucking happy.
