Schrodinger's Cat

Jacob Sawyer Alexander Beresford. Seventeen. High School Junior. Resident at Arkwright Manor. Richer than God. What we call chaos is just patterns we haven't recognized. What we call random is just patterns we can't decipher. what we can't understand we call nonsense. What we can't read we call gibberish.

[dylanobrizen]

[dailyteenwolf]

[jscajones]

[theprinceatarkwright-blog]

the distraction ;; jacob & jeremy

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jeremyxmorgan:

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Over the course of the minute that followed his orgasm, Jacob lay all but immobilized in bed. His body felt too heavy to try movement, only his chest rising and falling with his lungs’ urgent need to catch enough air to replenish themselves with. The boy felt lightheaded, his muscles felt cramped, and his eyelids too heavy to be peeled open. He was close to fading, falling asleep perhaps for an hour or three with Jeremy by his side… Jeremy. Jeremy! It was that thought alone that brought Jacob back after the minute passed. Slowly the boy opened his eyes and rolled onto his side, catching the college freshman lying flat next to him, fisting his own length with firm strokes that Jacob’s stare zeroed in on.

He didn’t want to interrupt Jeremy—in fact, there was a small part of him that wanted to let the boy finish himself off; the sight alone proved enticing enough—but Jacob hadn’t forgotten about the deal they’d made before Jeremy went down on him, and more than compelled to keep to his end, he felt eager to do it. So, after gathering his breath once more, he reached for Jeremy’s stroking hand, grabbed the wrist, and forced it to stop. “You look really sexy doing that next to me,” he offered, inching closer to Jeremy and pressing his lips on the college freshman; a slow, easy sort of kiss followed. “But we had a deal,” he reminded Jeremy with a smirk. “So you really shouldn’t be doing that.”

Gently moving Jeremy’s hand away from his cock, Jacob replaced it with his own, strokes slow and steady as his palm and fingers grew accustomed to the shape and firmness of the older boy’s shaft. Then Jacob buried his face on the side of Jeremy’s neck and peppered it with kisses just like he’d done with this thighs after he’d come, and his pace picked up. Jeremy’s erection felt hot and heavy in his fingers, a sensation he should’ve grown used to from the last time they did this; yet, just like the blow job, this felt wholly new to the high school junior. “Let me know if I’m doing okay, yes?” he pleaded while his stroking pace picked up again.

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Jesus Fucking Christ!

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oliverbeauregard:

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A soft moan escaped him, eyes narrowed slightly as his body shuddered. Oliver’s hand had stayed on his crotch, yet he had all but forgotten about it until it started applying pressure on his straining length. Every time his palm pushed back, it would send waves of electricity coursing through his nerves, and Jacob couldn’t resist the urge to press forward when it wouldn’t. A few more sounds fell from his mouth, cheeks burning red with embarrassment. But, God, he was so aroused, was it even all right to think of anything other than the way his hand felt on his dick? To imagine what it would feel like with no denim in-between? Only the sight of Oliver’s shirt flying away proved enough to pull Jacob from his reverie, and no sooner than he laid eyes on Oliver’s hard chest it was all he could do not to run his hands across it.

Oliver had other ideas, however, and before he could react Jacob and his chest were pressed flush against Oliver’s, and they were kissing again, more leisurely this time. And when they weren’t kissing, they were staring; and when they weren’t staring they were kissing again. If it wasn’t the taste of Oliver’s mouth that caught his attention, it would be the way his chest rose and fell when it was resting against his, the speed of his heartbeat, and the searing-hot touch of his bare skin. Insane… Jacob chuckled. “So what?” he returned, stealing a kiss or two from Oliver as he looked down and once again started fumbling with the waistband of his trousers.

He wanted Jacob naked. The boy blushed harder, and yet his smile only grew wider at that. And then he was complying, lifting his weight off Oliver’s lap with his knees resting on both sides of his seat, and undoing the button and fly of his jeans. He had to stop for a second to watch Oliver pull his sweats down. He had gone commando—that was so fucking sexy… but he couldn’t allow himself this distraction right now. Forcing his eyes away from what he was sure would quickly become his favorite part of Oliver’s body, Jacob hastily yanked his jeans down along with his boxers, pulling them off his feet, and then sitting back, utterly naked, on Oliver’s lap. “Now what?” he repeated after Oliver, his tone low, voice near on breathless. “Now you touch me,” he said, “and I—” he reached between their laps and took Oliver’s hard length in his hand, giving it a quick tug, “—touch you back…” And before Oliver could say anything else, Jacob silenced him with a kiss. 

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Text @ Jacob

Bella: Clearly.

Bella: Well since you're friends with him, can you tell him not to threaten my life next time?

Jacob: Yes, I'll tell him to not be a creep

Jacob: He did tell me he called you a b-word... lol dumb move

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Text @ Jacob

Bella: Well, remember how I said there was a rumor about Arkwright running a train on you? Well I lied and after I said some stuff, he started talking to me.

Bella: He didn't act like he was ally protective, if you get what I'm saying.

Bella: He also threatened to kill me, but that's besides the point

Jacob: Well, he's not my boyfriend, if that's what you're asking

Jacob: Oliver has his own pile of shit to sort through, tbh

[theprinceatarkwright-blog]

Text @ Jacob

Bella: I know my parents did and yeah I consider myself a bit more progressive, but it's funny to see 1%ers acting like they have the higher moral ground.

Bella: Speaking of which, just a guess, but are you with Oliver Beauregard?

Jacob: Ehh, people like to hold on to whatever bs they can to make themselves feel better

Jacob: Huh?

Jacob: Define 'with'

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Text @ Jacob

Bella: Well I'm here for you while you figure it out.

Bella: Oh someone slipped a note under my door telling me I was a homophobe, which is hilarious for a few reasons.

Bella: 1. Who the fuck still writes notes in this day and age?

Bella: 2. I don't hate gay people. I have bigger things to hate like animal abusers.

Bella: and 3. I bet twenty bucks that the parents of whomever wrote that note voted Republican in the last election

Jacob: Oh

Jacob: I'm pretty sure most people's parents here voted Republican in the last election

Jacob: I didn't ask my parents, but I think at least dad might have signed a check for Mittens

[theprinceatarkwright-blog]

Text @ Jacob

Bella: You could have trusted me with that, Jake. You didn't and that hurts.

Bella: This was a good lesson for me. It makes it easier to not trust a guy with everything. Makes me more critical.

Bella: The only bad side was the note under my door.

Jacob: It's not that I don't trust you, it's that I don't know what the fuck this mean yet

Jacob: I don't really mean to keep anything from you

Jacob: What note?

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Text @ Jacob

Bella: It started off as a bit of a joke. Like 'you must be gay to not want to hook up with me'

Bella: I didn't actually think I was going to stumble onto something and when I did...

Bella: I let my emotions get the best of me. I was really angry at you for not telling me.

Jacob: There's nothing to tell because I don't even know what this is, Bella

Jacob: I'm still trying to figure it out

Jacob: For all I know you're right and I'll end up liking guys only from now on, or maybe a year from now I'll have a girlfriend that I bang every day. Who knows? Because I sure as hell don't

[theprinceatarkwright-blog]

Text @ Jacob

Bella: I was just really mad and I said things that I didn't mean. I was the stupid one.

Bella: You can be whoever you want to be. Love whoever you want to love.

Bella: We don't have to be friends again, but I do want you to know that I'm sorry.

Jacob: I just can't believe you'd judge me like that

Jacob: I'd have expected it from my brother first than from you

[theprinceatarkwright-blog]

Text @ Jacob

Bella: I'm sorry I was such a bitch.

Bella: And you know how I feel about that word.

Bella: That's how you know I'm serious.

Jacob: Okay

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