FIC - Catch me if I fall - JANSIS
Title: Catch me if I fall - JANSIS
Author: wheelie47
Beta: Valenti1965 - Thank you for all your wonderful encouragement, Louise!
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Van and Jake
Word count: 5,636
Summary: Is a weekend away with Jake just what Van needs or will it be his worst nightmare?
Disclaimer: Don’t own characters, am not associated in any way with ATWT or Van and Jake. No offence intended.
AN: Written for the nukeminibang Thanks for doing a wonderful job of hosting, Nic!
Chapter 1, Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Van hadn’t intended to fall asleep.
And he definitely wasn’t hiding out from Jake in his bedroom.
He’d stormed… well… hobbled… through the lodge, flinging his grey hat and goggles onto the nearest chair; shrugged off his ski jacket, letting it drop to the floor before bending awkwardly to take off his boots.
Knowing that Jake would be close behind, Van had hurried to his bedroom, slamming the door shut after him.
He simply couldn’t deal with talking to Jake right now.
In the silence of his bedroom, Van had rid himself of the rest of his ski clothes before slipping into grey sweatpants and a red hoodie.
He’d searched in his bag for a couple of painkillers which he had swallowed down using the bottle of water from his bedside table, grimacing at the warmth of the water that had been there since last night.
Van had stretched out on the bed, groaning as he tried to find a comfortable position that didn’t hurt his knee too much.
He had run his hands through his already hat messed hair as he’d closed his eyes, trying to shut off the pain… physical and mental.
Blinking awake, Van groaned as he stretched and immediately became aware of the pain in his knee again. “Fuck!” he muttered.
Almost instantaneously, he also became aware that he wasn’t alone in his bedroom.
Turning his head, Van saw that Jake was sat in the armchair in the corner of the room, his ridiculously long legs stretched out in front of him and an unreadable expression on his face as he just sat motionlessly watching him.
“Jake?” Van croaked, his voice gravelly from sleep. Annoyance bubbled up inside him at the fact Jake had been sat there watching him sleep. But, after the way he had left the other man standing out on the slopes, he bit down on making a comment.
He was also silenced by the fact that Jake’s hooded eyes were several shades darker than normal and that his mouth was partially open revealing the dark cavity of his mouth. Van had to swallow hard as he imagined kissing those lips and slipping his tongue between them to explore as they shared a kiss like no kiss Luke and Noah had ever had.
“What was that?” Jake asked as his hands gripped the armrests of the chair.
“What was what?”
“Don’t fuck with me, Van! You know what. That. Out. There.” He gestured with a tilt of his head. “What the fuck was that?”
Van bought both hands up and scrubbed them across his face, closing his eyes again. He couldn’t do this. “Jake…” he began, with his eyes still closed, “… I… I... I’m sorry. I can’t.”
He wasn’t aware that Jake had moved until he felt the bed dip. His eyes shot open to see Jake sitting right next to him. He watched the man’s large hands clench and unclench before daring to look up.
Jake sighed and shook his head, his features softening as his gaze met Van’s green flecked hazel. “Why didn’t you tell me, Van?”
Shit! Jake knew. Of course he knew! How had he ever hoped to keep his split with Tyler from Jake?
“It was Billy, wasn’t it?” Van asked as he silently cursed their mutual friend, making a mental note to have words with him when he saw again.
Jake shrugged. “Does it matter? What matters is why you didn’t tell me. That kinda hurt, Van.”
Van’s hand itched to reach out and move soothingly down Jake’s arm. He hated that he’d caused the look of hurt on the brunette’s face.
“I’m sorry. I just…”
“Actually… you know what?” Jake interrupted him, holding his hand up. “I should say from the start that I’m really sorry you guys didn’t work out. Tyler’s a nice guy.”
He paused and Van nodded gratefully.
“But I know why you didn’t tell me. And I think you do too.” Jake looked at him with such an intensity that Van had to remember to breathe.
“I… I don’t know what you…” Van stuttered to a halt when Jake reached out and placed his palm flat on Van’s hip.
“So this doesn’t affect you?” Jake asked as he slowly eased his hand up Van’s side, his eyes never leaving Van’s face.
Was Jake teasing him? He couldn’t stand this. Even through the material of his hoodie, Van shivered at Jake’s touch. “Please don’t, Jake.”
Jake’s hand stilled and he leaned in a little closer. “I’m not teasing you, Van,” he responded as if he was reading Van’s mind. “You have to know that I feel the same too. How can you not?”
Was Jake telling him the truth? He thought back to all the times they had shared together; their time on the show, the events, the times they’d spent just hanging out. Jake had always been touchy feely. Was there more to it than just friendship? Was it possible?
Van’s brain was just about to form another question when it was silenced as he became aware of Jake leaning in the rest of the way and pressing his lips to his.
As Van gasped, Jake took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, bringing his hands up to tangle in the blonde hair. He poured everything he had into it. He had to prove to Van that he meant this… meant this with every fiber of his being. It was that important to him. He had to convince Van with his words and his body that he wanted this… more than anything. He'd wanted this for so long but never thought it would happen.
Van pushed against Jake’s chest when he needed air.
He looked flushed and confused from the kiss and his lips were red and slick. Jake felt a certain pride that he could do that to Van.
It was so much better than when they had kissed as Luke and Noah - a world apart - because it was them… Van and Jake. They weren’t acting now.
Van swallowed and tried to compose himself. “But you’re straight, Jake. You’ve had girlfriends. I’ve met some of them.” He narrowed his eyes as he stared at the deep blue.
“You’re not experimenting, are you?” Van hated that he sounded so insecure but he didn’t think his heart could take that. But he also knew at the back of his mind that Jake wouldn’t do that to him.
Jake shook his head and thought about how he could prove it to Van.
Making a decision, he reached out and grabbed Van’s hand, turning the palm downward as he brought it to his jean glad groin, pressing it over his erection. “Does this feel like I’m experimenting to you, Van?”
For a moment Van just held his hand in place as he stared at Jake, gauging the truth of his words. Then he began to curl his fingers, cupping them slowly around Jake’s impressive length. He couldn’t believe this was happening. His mouth curled into a smirk. “Actually no, it just feels pretty hard to me.”
“That’s the effect you have on me. Although it looks like I’m not the only one in the same predicament at the moment,” he added with an answering smirk as he nodded down at Van’s sweatpants. “Need a little help with that?”
Before Van could answer, Jake moved the hand that wasn’t still holding Van’s hand against his own groin to cup Van’s cock through the thick material.
Van’s lips parted, hanging open as a low moan escaped from between them when Jake began to massage his semi-hard cock. Almost subconsciously he began to mimic the movement with his own hand and soon both men were rolling their hips in an attempt to gain better friction as they crashed their mouths together in a hungry kiss.
“Need to see you… so much,” Jake panted when they pulled apart for a second time.
Van nodded vigorously as Jake’s hands reached for the waistband of his sweatpants. He lifted his hips to aid Jake as he slipped his long fingers beneath the material and pulled them over his hips and down past his boxer-briefs.
Jake gasped and licked his lips when he saw the erection straining against the thin red material, a wet spot of pre-cum already darkening the color.
He tore his gaze away and looked up at Van who was watching him intently. “Can I touch you?”
“Fuck yes!”
Jake took Van by surprise when he leant down and mouthed his clothed cock. He had expected him to touch with his hand not with his mouth.
“Fuck!” was all Van could manage and Jake smiled around the outline of Van’s cock at the thought that he’d reduced this usually ‘talk-a-mile-a-minute’ man to such a short vocabulary.
Van shifted around slightly so he was fully on his back and moved up onto his elbows so he could watch Jake. A shudder went through him and his cock twitched as he heard and felt Jake inhale his scent deeply. The things this man was doing to him!
He was soon writhing back against the bed and he thought he might just cum in his boxer-briefs from the feel of Jake’s mouth on him… even through the thin material… and he hadn’t done that in more years than he cared to remember.
But he wanted to feel more. He wanted Jake’s mouth on his bare skin. “Jake,” he whined, begged even, though he wouldn’t have admitted it.
Jake pulled back, looked up at Van and simply nodded. He wanted that too… so much. “I got you,” he murmured huskily as he hooked his fingers under the elastic and eased Van’s underwear down just far enough to reveal the blonde’s cock, watching as it sprang free of its tight confines.
He took a minute to admire the sight. Van stretched out like this, hard and waiting for his next move, had his heart pounding in his chest and his mouth salivating.
But then the urge to touch Van pushed him on and he reached out with slightly shaking fingers to trace a path up the underside of Van’s length, which was resting proud and erect against the red of his hoodie. He used his eyes and his fingers to memorize every vein and every ridge until he reached the tip, his index finger swirling in the clear liquid that had gathered there.
Suddenly Jake wanted to know what that tasted like and he flicked out his tongue to touch the tip. Hmm. Slightly salty but definitely something he could get used to. And he planned on doing this a lot with Van.
Encouraged by the sounds coming from the man beneath him, Jake scooted into a better position and stretched his lips over the engorged crown as his hand moved to circle around the base of the hard muscle.
Van’s fingers found their way into Jake’s dark luxuriant hair. The slightly longer length than Jake usually wore made it easy to curl his fingers in and it was all Van could do to resist rocking his hips to force more of himself into the moist heat of Jake’s mouth.
This felt amazing. “Are you…ah… sure you haven’t done this…um… before?” Van managed to pant out as Jake began a rhythm of alternating between sucking on the tip of his cock, licking around the crown and working as much of Van’s cock into his mouth as he could while working his fist up and down where his mouth couldn’t reach.
“Nuh-uh. I just know what I like,” Jake breathed around a mouthful of hard muscle. His lips were stretched like never before and he was finding it hard to breath but there was no way he was stopping now. He wasn’t going to admit to Van that he’d been watching hours of gay porn and had even practiced on a banana on the chance he’d get to do this with Van. No way. But he knew what he liked having done to him and judging by the sounds coming from Van, he liked it too.
And this was definitely something else he planned on perfecting with Van.
The hum of Jake’s words around his sensitive cock head had Van writhing and he closed his eyes, a low groan escaping from those bow shaped lips.
As Jake continued working his mouth and his hand on Van’s cock he became painfully away of his own hard-on pressing against the confines of his jeans… begging for his attention.
Despite the awkward position, he shifted his weight onto his elbow so he could keep his hold on Van while moving his now free hand down to his groin to squeeze and palm himself through his jeans. He desperately wanted to release his cock but there was no way he was letting go of Van so he had to make do with the limited friction.
When Jake’s hand moved to squeeze and roll his balls, Van knew he was done for. There was no way he was going to last any longer.
His eyes shot open and he opened his mouth to warn Jake. But the words died on his lips when he saw Jake’s slick, red lips stretched tight around his cock. He had his eyes closed in concentration and Van watched in awe as he saw Jake touching himself through his jeans. He didn’t think he’d seen a more fucking erotic sight in his life.
A tightening in his balls reminded him what he was trying to say. “Jake, so… so… close. Gonna cum,” he warned breathlessly as he tugged back on his hold in Jake’s hair.
Jake opened his eyes and locked stares with Van as he pulled back slightly, leaving just the tip of Van’s leaking cock in his mouth. He wanted to taste Van as he came but he didn’t think he could swallow it all… not yet at any rate.
“Then let go, Van. Cum for me. Wanna see,” Jake murmured against Van’s skin as he pumped his hand up and down the hard length.
Those whispered words and the hot breath on his cock head overwhelmed Van and he felt the familiar unstoppable sensation surging at the base of his spine.
His grip moved from Jake’s hair to his shoulders as he jerked his release into Jake’s waiting mouth.
After the first jerk, Jake pulled off of Van’s length, letting the ropes of cum splatter over his hand and over the front of Van’s hoodie… standing out proud against the red material.
Jake licked his lips. Definitely another taste he could get used to.
Leaning down, he stretched out on top of Van, not caring about the mess he was making.
He kissed Van hard, slipping his tongue between those supple lips so Van could taste himself.
Van felt his spent cock twitch half-heartedly at the feel of being trapped between the material of his top and Jake’s grey sweater and at the unique taste of Jake and him combined in their kiss.
“I…er… I don’t usually… cum that fast,” Van breathed out when they parted. He was embarrassed that he’d finished so quickly but Jake kinda found it hot that he could do that to Van.
“But, I gotta say,” Van began with a twitch of a smirk on his lips, “that’s some pain killing technique you’ve got there. I can hardly feel the pain in my knee now.”
Jake rolled his eyes. Really?! After what they’d just done that was all Van had to say?! “You’re an asshole, Hansis. You know that?”
Van grinned, his dimples showing in full force. “Yeah, but I bet you’d like to get to know that part of me better too!”
“Full of yourself much?” Jake had to chuckle because damn it if Van wasn’t right! He found himself grinding his hips into Van’s, his still hard cock desperate for friction.
“I’d rather be full of you!” Van whispered against Jake’s lips when he felt the other man’s hard-on pressing against his inner thigh. He reached down and grasped Jake’s ass, pulling him hard against his hips. He wanted to take care of that for Jake… wanted to explore all of the body on top of him. Gone was his earlier fear that Jake was teasing him or just experimenting.
Just as Jake was about to reply, Van’s cell beeped and vibrated on the bedside table.
Stretching his arm out, Van grasped his cell and tilted his head sideward to read the message. “Oh shit!” He pushed against Jake to get him to move.
“What?” Jake asked in concern as he rolled off Van to let him sit up.
Van tucked himself back into his underwear and pulled up his sweatpants. “I’m supposed to have done a kickstarter vid for Kit. I completely forgot!” He ran his fingers through his hair, straightened his clothing and grabbed a tissue to try and clean up his hoodie, hoping the stains wouldn’t show. As if any of that would help!
“What? Wait? You want to do that now?!” Jake was exasperated as he gestured between the two of them. “Can’t it wait… like, I don’t know, an hour or two?”
“Why? What do you have in mind?” Van paused and looked intently at the other man stretched out beside him.
“I don’t know. You still look at little peaky to me,” Jake emphasized the word as he looked down at Van’s sweatpants. “Maybe you could use a little more pain relief. And I could do with a little more practice to perfect my technique,” he smirked mischievously.
Van looked at his cell then at Jake and the prominent bulge still standing out proud in his jeans and then back at the cell.
There was no contest.
He threw the cell onto the leather armchair, hoping that Kit wouldn’t mind the delay, before turning back to Jake.
Van grasped a fist full of grey sweater and pulled Jake toward him. “That sounds like a plan,” he breathed against Jake’s lips before kissing him hard.
He knew they needed to talk… about a lot of things. But right now he wanted to feel everything with Jake.
Van was definitely beginning to think that he’d made the right choice in coming here after all!
The End
Author: wheelie47
Beta: Valenti1965 - Thank you for all your wonderful encouragement, Louise!
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Van and Jake
Word count: 5,636
Summary: Is a weekend away with Jake just what Van needs or will it be his worst nightmare?
Disclaimer: Don’t own characters, am not associated in any way with ATWT or Van and Jake. No offence intended.
AN: Written for the nukeminibang Thanks for doing a wonderful job of hosting, Nic!
Chapter 1, Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Van hadn’t intended to fall asleep.
And he definitely wasn’t hiding out from Jake in his bedroom.
He’d stormed… well… hobbled… through the lodge, flinging his grey hat and goggles onto the nearest chair; shrugged off his ski jacket, letting it drop to the floor before bending awkwardly to take off his boots.
Knowing that Jake would be close behind, Van had hurried to his bedroom, slamming the door shut after him.
He simply couldn’t deal with talking to Jake right now.
In the silence of his bedroom, Van had rid himself of the rest of his ski clothes before slipping into grey sweatpants and a red hoodie.
He’d searched in his bag for a couple of painkillers which he had swallowed down using the bottle of water from his bedside table, grimacing at the warmth of the water that had been there since last night.
Van had stretched out on the bed, groaning as he tried to find a comfortable position that didn’t hurt his knee too much.
He had run his hands through his already hat messed hair as he’d closed his eyes, trying to shut off the pain… physical and mental.
Blinking awake, Van groaned as he stretched and immediately became aware of the pain in his knee again. “Fuck!” he muttered.
Almost instantaneously, he also became aware that he wasn’t alone in his bedroom.
Turning his head, Van saw that Jake was sat in the armchair in the corner of the room, his ridiculously long legs stretched out in front of him and an unreadable expression on his face as he just sat motionlessly watching him.
“Jake?” Van croaked, his voice gravelly from sleep. Annoyance bubbled up inside him at the fact Jake had been sat there watching him sleep. But, after the way he had left the other man standing out on the slopes, he bit down on making a comment.
He was also silenced by the fact that Jake’s hooded eyes were several shades darker than normal and that his mouth was partially open revealing the dark cavity of his mouth. Van had to swallow hard as he imagined kissing those lips and slipping his tongue between them to explore as they shared a kiss like no kiss Luke and Noah had ever had.
“What was that?” Jake asked as his hands gripped the armrests of the chair.
“What was what?”
“Don’t fuck with me, Van! You know what. That. Out. There.” He gestured with a tilt of his head. “What the fuck was that?”
Van bought both hands up and scrubbed them across his face, closing his eyes again. He couldn’t do this. “Jake…” he began, with his eyes still closed, “… I… I... I’m sorry. I can’t.”
He wasn’t aware that Jake had moved until he felt the bed dip. His eyes shot open to see Jake sitting right next to him. He watched the man’s large hands clench and unclench before daring to look up.
Jake sighed and shook his head, his features softening as his gaze met Van’s green flecked hazel. “Why didn’t you tell me, Van?”
Shit! Jake knew. Of course he knew! How had he ever hoped to keep his split with Tyler from Jake?
“It was Billy, wasn’t it?” Van asked as he silently cursed their mutual friend, making a mental note to have words with him when he saw again.
Jake shrugged. “Does it matter? What matters is why you didn’t tell me. That kinda hurt, Van.”
Van’s hand itched to reach out and move soothingly down Jake’s arm. He hated that he’d caused the look of hurt on the brunette’s face.
“I’m sorry. I just…”
“Actually… you know what?” Jake interrupted him, holding his hand up. “I should say from the start that I’m really sorry you guys didn’t work out. Tyler’s a nice guy.”
He paused and Van nodded gratefully.
“But I know why you didn’t tell me. And I think you do too.” Jake looked at him with such an intensity that Van had to remember to breathe.
“I… I don’t know what you…” Van stuttered to a halt when Jake reached out and placed his palm flat on Van’s hip.
“So this doesn’t affect you?” Jake asked as he slowly eased his hand up Van’s side, his eyes never leaving Van’s face.
Was Jake teasing him? He couldn’t stand this. Even through the material of his hoodie, Van shivered at Jake’s touch. “Please don’t, Jake.”
Jake’s hand stilled and he leaned in a little closer. “I’m not teasing you, Van,” he responded as if he was reading Van’s mind. “You have to know that I feel the same too. How can you not?”
Was Jake telling him the truth? He thought back to all the times they had shared together; their time on the show, the events, the times they’d spent just hanging out. Jake had always been touchy feely. Was there more to it than just friendship? Was it possible?
Van’s brain was just about to form another question when it was silenced as he became aware of Jake leaning in the rest of the way and pressing his lips to his.
As Van gasped, Jake took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, bringing his hands up to tangle in the blonde hair. He poured everything he had into it. He had to prove to Van that he meant this… meant this with every fiber of his being. It was that important to him. He had to convince Van with his words and his body that he wanted this… more than anything. He'd wanted this for so long but never thought it would happen.
Van pushed against Jake’s chest when he needed air.
He looked flushed and confused from the kiss and his lips were red and slick. Jake felt a certain pride that he could do that to Van.
It was so much better than when they had kissed as Luke and Noah - a world apart - because it was them… Van and Jake. They weren’t acting now.
Van swallowed and tried to compose himself. “But you’re straight, Jake. You’ve had girlfriends. I’ve met some of them.” He narrowed his eyes as he stared at the deep blue.
“You’re not experimenting, are you?” Van hated that he sounded so insecure but he didn’t think his heart could take that. But he also knew at the back of his mind that Jake wouldn’t do that to him.
Jake shook his head and thought about how he could prove it to Van.
Making a decision, he reached out and grabbed Van’s hand, turning the palm downward as he brought it to his jean glad groin, pressing it over his erection. “Does this feel like I’m experimenting to you, Van?”
For a moment Van just held his hand in place as he stared at Jake, gauging the truth of his words. Then he began to curl his fingers, cupping them slowly around Jake’s impressive length. He couldn’t believe this was happening. His mouth curled into a smirk. “Actually no, it just feels pretty hard to me.”
“That’s the effect you have on me. Although it looks like I’m not the only one in the same predicament at the moment,” he added with an answering smirk as he nodded down at Van’s sweatpants. “Need a little help with that?”
Before Van could answer, Jake moved the hand that wasn’t still holding Van’s hand against his own groin to cup Van’s cock through the thick material.
Van’s lips parted, hanging open as a low moan escaped from between them when Jake began to massage his semi-hard cock. Almost subconsciously he began to mimic the movement with his own hand and soon both men were rolling their hips in an attempt to gain better friction as they crashed their mouths together in a hungry kiss.
“Need to see you… so much,” Jake panted when they pulled apart for a second time.
Van nodded vigorously as Jake’s hands reached for the waistband of his sweatpants. He lifted his hips to aid Jake as he slipped his long fingers beneath the material and pulled them over his hips and down past his boxer-briefs.
Jake gasped and licked his lips when he saw the erection straining against the thin red material, a wet spot of pre-cum already darkening the color.
He tore his gaze away and looked up at Van who was watching him intently. “Can I touch you?”
“Fuck yes!”
Jake took Van by surprise when he leant down and mouthed his clothed cock. He had expected him to touch with his hand not with his mouth.
“Fuck!” was all Van could manage and Jake smiled around the outline of Van’s cock at the thought that he’d reduced this usually ‘talk-a-mile-a-minute’ man to such a short vocabulary.
Van shifted around slightly so he was fully on his back and moved up onto his elbows so he could watch Jake. A shudder went through him and his cock twitched as he heard and felt Jake inhale his scent deeply. The things this man was doing to him!
He was soon writhing back against the bed and he thought he might just cum in his boxer-briefs from the feel of Jake’s mouth on him… even through the thin material… and he hadn’t done that in more years than he cared to remember.
But he wanted to feel more. He wanted Jake’s mouth on his bare skin. “Jake,” he whined, begged even, though he wouldn’t have admitted it.
Jake pulled back, looked up at Van and simply nodded. He wanted that too… so much. “I got you,” he murmured huskily as he hooked his fingers under the elastic and eased Van’s underwear down just far enough to reveal the blonde’s cock, watching as it sprang free of its tight confines.
He took a minute to admire the sight. Van stretched out like this, hard and waiting for his next move, had his heart pounding in his chest and his mouth salivating.
But then the urge to touch Van pushed him on and he reached out with slightly shaking fingers to trace a path up the underside of Van’s length, which was resting proud and erect against the red of his hoodie. He used his eyes and his fingers to memorize every vein and every ridge until he reached the tip, his index finger swirling in the clear liquid that had gathered there.
Suddenly Jake wanted to know what that tasted like and he flicked out his tongue to touch the tip. Hmm. Slightly salty but definitely something he could get used to. And he planned on doing this a lot with Van.
Encouraged by the sounds coming from the man beneath him, Jake scooted into a better position and stretched his lips over the engorged crown as his hand moved to circle around the base of the hard muscle.
Van’s fingers found their way into Jake’s dark luxuriant hair. The slightly longer length than Jake usually wore made it easy to curl his fingers in and it was all Van could do to resist rocking his hips to force more of himself into the moist heat of Jake’s mouth.
This felt amazing. “Are you…ah… sure you haven’t done this…um… before?” Van managed to pant out as Jake began a rhythm of alternating between sucking on the tip of his cock, licking around the crown and working as much of Van’s cock into his mouth as he could while working his fist up and down where his mouth couldn’t reach.
“Nuh-uh. I just know what I like,” Jake breathed around a mouthful of hard muscle. His lips were stretched like never before and he was finding it hard to breath but there was no way he was stopping now. He wasn’t going to admit to Van that he’d been watching hours of gay porn and had even practiced on a banana on the chance he’d get to do this with Van. No way. But he knew what he liked having done to him and judging by the sounds coming from Van, he liked it too.
And this was definitely something else he planned on perfecting with Van.
The hum of Jake’s words around his sensitive cock head had Van writhing and he closed his eyes, a low groan escaping from those bow shaped lips.
As Jake continued working his mouth and his hand on Van’s cock he became painfully away of his own hard-on pressing against the confines of his jeans… begging for his attention.
Despite the awkward position, he shifted his weight onto his elbow so he could keep his hold on Van while moving his now free hand down to his groin to squeeze and palm himself through his jeans. He desperately wanted to release his cock but there was no way he was letting go of Van so he had to make do with the limited friction.
When Jake’s hand moved to squeeze and roll his balls, Van knew he was done for. There was no way he was going to last any longer.
His eyes shot open and he opened his mouth to warn Jake. But the words died on his lips when he saw Jake’s slick, red lips stretched tight around his cock. He had his eyes closed in concentration and Van watched in awe as he saw Jake touching himself through his jeans. He didn’t think he’d seen a more fucking erotic sight in his life.
A tightening in his balls reminded him what he was trying to say. “Jake, so… so… close. Gonna cum,” he warned breathlessly as he tugged back on his hold in Jake’s hair.
Jake opened his eyes and locked stares with Van as he pulled back slightly, leaving just the tip of Van’s leaking cock in his mouth. He wanted to taste Van as he came but he didn’t think he could swallow it all… not yet at any rate.
“Then let go, Van. Cum for me. Wanna see,” Jake murmured against Van’s skin as he pumped his hand up and down the hard length.
Those whispered words and the hot breath on his cock head overwhelmed Van and he felt the familiar unstoppable sensation surging at the base of his spine.
His grip moved from Jake’s hair to his shoulders as he jerked his release into Jake’s waiting mouth.
After the first jerk, Jake pulled off of Van’s length, letting the ropes of cum splatter over his hand and over the front of Van’s hoodie… standing out proud against the red material.
Jake licked his lips. Definitely another taste he could get used to.
Leaning down, he stretched out on top of Van, not caring about the mess he was making.
He kissed Van hard, slipping his tongue between those supple lips so Van could taste himself.
Van felt his spent cock twitch half-heartedly at the feel of being trapped between the material of his top and Jake’s grey sweater and at the unique taste of Jake and him combined in their kiss.
“I…er… I don’t usually… cum that fast,” Van breathed out when they parted. He was embarrassed that he’d finished so quickly but Jake kinda found it hot that he could do that to Van.
“But, I gotta say,” Van began with a twitch of a smirk on his lips, “that’s some pain killing technique you’ve got there. I can hardly feel the pain in my knee now.”
Jake rolled his eyes. Really?! After what they’d just done that was all Van had to say?! “You’re an asshole, Hansis. You know that?”
Van grinned, his dimples showing in full force. “Yeah, but I bet you’d like to get to know that part of me better too!”
“Full of yourself much?” Jake had to chuckle because damn it if Van wasn’t right! He found himself grinding his hips into Van’s, his still hard cock desperate for friction.
“I’d rather be full of you!” Van whispered against Jake’s lips when he felt the other man’s hard-on pressing against his inner thigh. He reached down and grasped Jake’s ass, pulling him hard against his hips. He wanted to take care of that for Jake… wanted to explore all of the body on top of him. Gone was his earlier fear that Jake was teasing him or just experimenting.
Just as Jake was about to reply, Van’s cell beeped and vibrated on the bedside table.
Stretching his arm out, Van grasped his cell and tilted his head sideward to read the message. “Oh shit!” He pushed against Jake to get him to move.
“What?” Jake asked in concern as he rolled off Van to let him sit up.
Van tucked himself back into his underwear and pulled up his sweatpants. “I’m supposed to have done a kickstarter vid for Kit. I completely forgot!” He ran his fingers through his hair, straightened his clothing and grabbed a tissue to try and clean up his hoodie, hoping the stains wouldn’t show. As if any of that would help!
“What? Wait? You want to do that now?!” Jake was exasperated as he gestured between the two of them. “Can’t it wait… like, I don’t know, an hour or two?”
“Why? What do you have in mind?” Van paused and looked intently at the other man stretched out beside him.
“I don’t know. You still look at little peaky to me,” Jake emphasized the word as he looked down at Van’s sweatpants. “Maybe you could use a little more pain relief. And I could do with a little more practice to perfect my technique,” he smirked mischievously.
Van looked at his cell then at Jake and the prominent bulge still standing out proud in his jeans and then back at the cell.
There was no contest.
He threw the cell onto the leather armchair, hoping that Kit wouldn’t mind the delay, before turning back to Jake.
Van grasped a fist full of grey sweater and pulled Jake toward him. “That sounds like a plan,” he breathed against Jake’s lips before kissing him hard.
He knew they needed to talk… about a lot of things. But right now he wanted to feel everything with Jake.
Van was definitely beginning to think that he’d made the right choice in coming here after all!
The End