Page 1 of Poles Apart
Prologue
Dominic
“Oh my God, that feels so good. Don’t stop, don’t stop,” Dominic panted, leaning against the desk, head thrown back in ecstasy, eyelids fluttering as Jacob jacked him off. “Fuck, I’m gonna come. Shit. That’s so good.”
He screwed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw as his spunk spilled over Jacob’s hand. He grunted, the force of his release taking his breath away.
“Fucking hell, Jacob, you’re good at that.” His heart beat hard in his chest as he fought to control his breathing.
“Shall I do you too?” He managed to open his eyes and reached for Jacob’s jeans.
“Nah, mate. I’ve got to get to class. See you later, though, yeah?” Jacob nodded and wiped his hands on Dominic’s T-shirt before licking his fingers.
Dom looked at his shirt in disgust. “Ah, you dirty bastard. I’ve got class too, and now I’ve got jizz on me.”
“Yeah, well, at least it’s yours, mate, no problem.” Jacob grinned, bending to pick up his backpack, but before he could leave, Dominic hauled him in for a hard kiss. They broke apart, their breathing heavy, and Jacob leaned in for another, pressing their lips together before he finally walked away.
He opened the door to the empty classroom, looking both ways before leaving. “All clear, no one around. Catch you later.” He nodded and threw him his trademark smirk as he sauntered out of the room.
Dominic murmured to himself, unable to manage anything more coherent after his orgasm. He touched his lips and watched as Jacob shut the door behind him.We need to stop doing this, he thought as he tucked his dick in his jeans. They were going to get caught, thrown out of college, but he enjoyed the thrill of it, the chance they could get caught. Plus, he loved doing this with Jacob.
They were both eighteen and in college. Jacob worked as an apprentice for a national energy company doing his Engineering Degree, and Dominic was in his final year, studying Performing Arts.
Dominic had thought about going into teaching, but a recent dancing gig at a local gay bar meant he could earn moneyanddo what he loved. The pay wasn’t bad, around £50 a night, but the tips were amazing, and he knew how to work the crowd. He wanted to be out there dancing, not teaching.
His real obsession, though, was pole dancing, and after watching videos on the internet, he knew that was what he wanted to do. He hadn’t seen many men perform it, and to be honest, it did have a bad rap, more associated with seedy lap dancing bars than dance studios, but that didn’t deter him.
This thing with Jacob, though…
He’d known him for a few years. They’d gone to the same school, but it was only this last year that this...thing, whatever it was, had started. One night, at a party thrown by someone in Dominic’s class, Jacob arrived with a girl. They’d bumped fists then, barely acknowledging each other.
At some point during the night, Dominic went outside for some fresh air. His body and face slick with sweat from dancing. He desperately needed to cool down. As he stood at the side of the house, a bottle of water in his hand, his shirt tucked into the back pocket of his jeans, Jacob found him.
His deep blue eyes captured Dominic’s, and before he could say hand job, Jacob had him pinned to the wall, his lips on his and his hand on his rock-hard dick. Dominic dropped the bottle to the floor, his hands in the back of Jacob’s jeans, gripping his arse, pulling him closer.
Their kiss was filthy, teeth clashing and tongues licking inside each other’s mouths, but they couldn’t stop. After fumbling with zips and buttons, they’d gripped each other’s dicks and with clumsy hands, jerked each other off, both of them coming within minutes.
Jacob removed his shirt, wiped the cum from them both and handed it to Dominic. Without a word or a backward glance, he’d walked away, leaving him still gasping.
The second time it happened, they’d been at college. A chance meeting in the changing rooms of the gym ended the same way, but at least that time, they could clean up properly.
Now here they were, six months later, not in a relationship, but still hooking up whenever they were both in college and grabbing lunch once or twice a week. They sometimes got together at night, but not often. Both of them were terrified of getting caught.
As much as they’d kept it casual, Dominic had begun to look forward to their brief moments together. This was becoming more than just sex. He was starting to feel so much more for Jacob than he was willing to admit. He was too young to be in love, wasn’t he? Sure, he enjoyed Jacob’s company, but it was developing into want and need, the sense that he couldn’t get enough of him.
But he didn’t know how Jacob felt, and he sure as shit wasn’t going to ruin a good thing by bringing his feelings into it, even if they were becoming stronger.
He knew it was temporary, though. University beckoned, and he wasn’t naive enough to think that long distance would be an option. They both lived in Chester, but he was hoping to move to London. Jacob wouldn’t move with him; he still had family here, a younger sister who he’d said needed him around.
Dominic’s parents divorced when he and his brother were younger, and they both lived with his mum. Jordan, his older brother by three years, was looking for a place of his own. By the time he moved out, Dominic would be in London, making a name for himself.
That was his dream.
As Dominic left the classroom, ready for his next class, his phone buzzed. It was a message from Jacob.
Mum and Dad out later, come around about 9. Abby will be in bed, so we can have some fun. Let me know if you can make it. J
Abby was Jacob’s sister and ten years younger than him. He hoped she’d be asleep when he got there. He wasn’t working tonight either, so a night with Jacob sounded good.
