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Dom smiled to himself as Jacob went to pay the bill. A date. Fuck, he hadn’t been on one of those for ages, but this one by far outshone any he’d had in the past. He hoped there would be many more to come.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Jacob
As they left the restaurant, it was still quite early and he did not want to end this date so soon.
“Do you fancy a walk through the park? It’s still light, and I haven’t done it in a while.” Jacob took Dom’s hand in his as they walked together through the gates and to the Roman walls.
“Good job I didn’t wear my heeled boots. It would have been a nightmare walking on this grass in them.”
Jacob looked across at him. “Heeled boots? Since when did you start wearing those? Not that I’m complaining. I reckon you look hot as fuck wearing them, and I can honestly say the thought of you wearing them when you fuck me turns me on no end, Dom.”
“Glad to hear that because I will definitely be wearing them and you, my gorgeous piece of deliciousness, will be tied up and gagged, and you won’t be able to stop me from doing the wicked things I’ve promised to do to you.”
Jacob had no clue what to say to that and was totally hard again by this point. With Dom’s words and the images they created in his head, walking and talking became difficult. He held his hand tighter and, spying a small, wooded area off to the side, dragged Dom towards it.
“Where are we going?” Dom asked, a confused expression on his face.
“Remember when we were eighteen and at college. What did we like to do best?”
“What, you mean other than getting our hands in each other’s trousers all the time? I don’t know Jacob. What did we like to do?”
Jacob gently pushed Dom back towards a tree and pressed himself up against him, making his arousal perfectly obvious to him.
“You always liked it when there was a chance we’d get caught, remember?” He leaned in for a kiss but carefully placed his hand between Dom’s head and the trunk of the tree. He didn’t want to hurt him and could feel the bite of the rough bark on his hand as he kissed him. As usual, their kisses went from soft to frenzied in a matter of seconds. Neither of them ever held back. This was how it had always been, right from that very first kiss, and Jacob thought he would never get enough. It had never been like this with anyone else.
He broke away, and Dom tried to chase his lips, not wanting to end the kiss, but Jacob heard Dom gasp as he dropped to his knees and slowly lowered the zip on his jeans. He always did wear them tight.
“Don’t take them off; just pull my jock to the side,” Dom said breathlessly. Fucking hell, he was wearing a neon-green jock that showed his ‘assets’ off to their full potential. He thought he was going to blow there and then, but he wanted to make this good for Dom.
He glanced around but couldn’t see anyone in the vicinity. He could hear muffled voices in the distance, but nothing close-by. He released Dom’s now very hard cock from the confines of his jockstrap and lowered his mouth as far as he dared. Working his tongue around the head, he circled the base, moving his other hand up and down the shaft. Fuck, he didn’t remember him being this big, and he valiantly tried to swallow the whole thing. He choked, and Dom stroked his face.
“Steady, I don’t want to have to call an ambulance and have to explain what happened.”
Jacob looked up into his penetrating green eyes and did his best. He bobbed his head as Dom moaned and continued to pump him with his hand. Suddenly, Dom placed his hand on his head and stopped him.
“Shit, I think someone’s coming. Get up, quick.”
But Jacob refused to move from his knees. This was the whole point; this was the excitement. He moved Dom’s hand away and renewed his efforts. Dom’s moans became louder as his legs started to tremble. Dom moved his hand to grip the strands of Jacob’s hair, the sting of the pull spurring him on. As Dom started to thrust and fuck his mouth, Jacob gripped his arse, forcing him to go quicker. Saliva dripped down his chin, and his movements became more frantic, but he fucking loved it. Dom thrust harder until he gave a mumbled cry and shot into Jacob’s eager mouth.
He drank his cum eagerly, one, two, three spurts at least, until there was no more. Thankfully, the voices had moved away, and it was just him and Dom again.
“Fuck, Jacob, that was close. Anyone could have seen us,” Dom panted.
Jacob got up from his knees, and after wiping Dom with a napkin he’d taken from the restaurant, he tucked his dick away and kissed him, letting him taste his own release on his tongue.
He pulled away. “That was the whole point. Remember when we used to do it in classrooms? You always wanted the thrill, Dom. I thought we could do it again, see if we still had it.” He smirked at him and wiped his own mouth, the taste of Dom still fresh on his lips. “I reckon we still have it and should definitely do this again.”
“What about you?” Dom asked.
“I’ll be fine. You’re right. There’s too many people around to risk it anymore. Let’s carry on with our walk as if nothing happened.” Dom laughed at his words.
“You think no one will notice. Jacob, you have dirty knees, and I have tree bark in my hair, and if anyone looks too closely at your lips, they’ll see how swollen they are from taking my cock in your mouth. Fuck, that was hot, though, and we will absolutely be revisiting this activity.”
They stepped out of the little area they’d been in, but there was nobody around, so no one was the wiser. Jacob brushed off his trousers as Dom grinned. He took Dom’s hand again, and they strolled through the park, ignoring the looks they were getting. Would people never get used to the sight of two men holding hands? Was it such a disgrace that people would look and turn the other way as if even being in their vicinity would ‘spread the gay’? Jacob thought about Noah’s dad, how he’d reacted to seeing them out, and his words of Friday came to the forefront of his mind again.
He must have tightened his grip on Dom’s hand because he immediately stopped him and turned to face Jacob.
