Page 37 of Poles Apart
With a hoarse shout, Jacob shot first, and Dom soon followed, his grunts filling the room until they both recovered from their high. Dom collapsed on Jacob’s chest, and their breathing started to slow. Jacob opened his eyes and looked at Dom in awe and wonder. Dom knew then that staying away from him was a lost cause.
He huffed out a laugh. “Jesus, that didn’t take long, did it? You’d think we were eighteen again, but at least there were no interruptions this time.”
Jacob grinned back at him. “Just like old times. I can’t wait until we can do that again.” But as soon as the grin appeared, it disappeared from his face, and he turned away.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Dom climbed off him and found the tissues from the side of the bed, carefully wiping them both. He drew Jacob’s face back towards him. “Don’t, Jacob. Don’t do that. Don’t dismiss this as a one-off. I told you earlier I was ready.”
He carried on. “I’ve been thinking about this the last couple of weeks, and I hadn’t realised how much I’ve missed you these past eight years and how…” Dom paused, not quite sure how to say what was actually on his mind. “How much I want you, as much as I did back then. I know I have things going on with Jordan and Seb at the moment, but I could do with someone right about now, and I’m choosing you, Jacob Greyson.”
Jacob looked at him for a moment. “I’m sorry. I suppose I thought this was maybe an adrenaline thing, you know, from earlier at the club. That you were showing your gratitude, like you said. I want something more, Dom. Have done for a while, ever since meeting you again a few weeks ago. I’ve never forgotten you, never met anyone who made me feel the way you did, the way you make me feel now.”
“Baby, I want it all with you. Do you think we can do that again? Be together? I know you have much going on yourself with school so we could take it slowly. Not rush into anything.”
Jacob nodded, but his eyes looked heavy.
“Come on, let’s get some rest. Dancing took the fucking energy out of me tonight, and then that arsehole coming at me. I can’t tell you how much I appreciated you looking out for me. Not many people have done that recently.” Dom felt his eyes closing as he spoke.
Jacob opened his arms, and Dom snuggled into his side. This wasn’t like when he was with Seb. This was him and his new lover spending the night together, sleeping in the same bed, and when they awoke the next morning, they could go for round two. Who knew, there was a chance he’d be waking Jacob in the middle of the night for round two, and then round three would be in the morning.
The blinds were still open, and Dom didn’t think he’d be able to go to sleep. He had black-out blinds in his own room, so he was surprised to see it was light when he woke again. He’d fully expected to wake in the night, but neither of them had stirred, and Dom found himself in a similar position as when he’d fallen asleep. Only difference being this morning, he had a raging boner, and as he caressed Jacob’s body, he found he was having the same issue.
“Morning, sleeping beauty. Has anyone ever told you, you make the most adorable sounds when you sleep?” Jacob kissed his head softly, and Dom felt him gently thrust into his hand.
Jacob rolled them over, and Dom ended up on his back, looking up into Jacob’s sapphire-blue eyes. “I do not. You’re imagining it.” He was desperate to kiss him but didn’t want to subject him to his morning breath. Jacob, on the other hand, seemed to have no problem with it and kissed him, lazily, reverently. He licked his jaw and neck and gradually kissed lower. Lightly touching his sensitive skin, stroking his arms until he reached his destination.
Dom vividly remembered the last time Jacob had had his mouth on him, but he wouldn’t think about that now. He was going to lie back and enjoy the sensation of his hot mouth as it engulfed him, slowly licking his shaft. Jacob’s crafty fingers stroked his balls and moved behind them, towards his eager hole. Dom clenched in anticipation, and when Jacob reached up and placed his fingers in Dom’s mouth, he sucked on them for all he was worth, wetting them, knowing exactly where they would be ending up.
He moaned even more when Jacob slowly teased him with tiny thrusts of his fingers meant to torture and delight him at the same time. Then Jacob shocked the ever-loving fuck out of him by moving his head lower and licking and stretching him at the same time, fingers and tongue working together.
“Jesus, Jacob,” he managed to squeak out. “Fuck, I’m gonna come any minute.” But Jacob was relentless with his movements, licking him and working his aching dick with his other hand. Soon enough, Dom shouted the immortal words, the same words he’d shouted eight years ago. The words that had brought his world crashing down.
“Fucking hell, I’m coming.” And come he did, all over his stomach and chest. Jacob moved quickly from his arse and caught the final spurts in his mouth, drinking the last of his orgasm. When Dom finally came around from his daze, it was to see Jacob frantically working his own dick, and before long, he too came with a guttural groan all over Dom’s chest.
Jacob’s head fell into Dom’s lap, and laughed as his hair rubbed in the spunk covering Dom.
“We’re going to need another shower,” Dom murmured, pulling lightly on Jacob’s hair.
Jacob moaned. “I can’t fucking move. That was too good!” Jacob gradually lifted himself and looked up at him, mischief on his face. He crawled up his body, rubbing and smearing himself all over him.
“Guess we are going to need that shower.” Jacob got off the bed, lifting Dom with ease and throwing him over his shoulder, slapping his bare arse before opening the bedroom door.
“Fuck, Jacob. Don’t drop me down the stairs. I need these legs for dancing, can’t have ’em broken. Put me down, you fucking He-man!” He laughed.
Jacob finally put him on his feet, and Dom slapped his backside in retaliation before running downstairs towards the bathroom, Jacob hot on his heels.
Half an hour later, they were sitting in the family room. Dom still wore his clothes from last night. Jordan was going to give him hell when he got home, fucking walk of shame. Jacob was dressed for work, tight black trousers and a fitted pale-purple shirt, open at the neck. He picked his tie up and started to put it on, but Dom took it from him.
“Here, let me.” He gently placed it around his neck and started to tie it. “You know what I’d love to do with this? I want to use it on you, tie your hands together and bind you to the headboard of your bed, so you can’t move. And then, I’m going to have my very, very wicked way with you.” He leaned up and whispered the last part in his ear, biting gently on his lobe as he did so. Standing this close to Jacob, he knew the effect his words had on him. “Mm, someone likes that idea, I can tell. But next time, Jacob. We will be doing that.”
He finished tying Jacob’s tie and stepped away from the man, looking into his eyes, pleased to see that they were almost black, his pupils blown, his arousal very clear.
“Fuck, Dom. I don’t know what to say to that, but how the hell am I going to go into work now to teach a class of seven-year-olds with that image running in my head all day?”
Dom winked and kissed him on the end of his nose. “I don’t know, but I sure as hell know what I’ll be doing again when I get home.”
Jacob groaned again, and Dom laughed.
“Come on, big boy or else you’ll be late for work, and you need to drop me home first.”
