god-kings

[god-kings]

Jake can be convincing

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Jake fidgets.

And it's weird because he never fidgets. It's not what a leader does. It's something the enemies hone on in as a weakness. It's unbecoming and a habit trained out of him as a young age.

But. All that is forgotten. He fidgets and he bites his lip as he watches you talk to someone you know from school because- fuck. You look good. All he can think about is how he's been so busy for the last couple weeks he hasn't been able to give you the attention you truly deserve. He has promised, explicit and with all sorts of vulgar words falling from his mouth, that he would make it up to you.

And a man only really is as good as his word.

Except now the thirty minutes for the commute home, on top of the couple weeks of forced abstinence is thirty minutes too long.

Jake is good, Jake is patient, Jake is pretty damn perfect but he wants you, and the desire hits him in the pit of his stomach and travels straight down to his dick.

He thinks about you in all sorts of positions. He thinks about the gloves carefully tucked away in the night stand. He thinks about running his hands over every inch of your skin. He thinks about you moaning and panting atop him-

Shit.

Jake runs his fingers through his hair, tries to breathe a little, calm himself down. Was today always so warm? Did the sun beat down so fiercely a minute ago?

You notice your boyfriend's odd and strained movement, catch his eye and- Oh.

You can see exactly what he's thinking, the thoughts running through his mind. You can see even from afar, how his breath has started to come out uneven and ragged. The tips of his ears a pleasing red and the tightening of his pants.

Your throat dries up. You can't hear anything your friend says. You hear nothing except for the pounding in your ears.

Jake doesn't think he can make it back home.

He knows your aversion, and he's also not one for public indecency, except currently he’s a man possessed. He needs you right now like a drowning man gasping for air.

He worries that it's too much to even ask, doesn't want you to feel pressured in the slightest. Yet the tiny thought manifests the longer you stand there and now his vision swims as he thinks about how sordid and seedy and absolutely filthy it would be to take you up against the bathroom stall. To muffle your sounds with his hand and for you to wrap your legs around his hips.

It's not something you do, it's not something he does. Yet the thought grips him and runs through his mind and he can't let go.

You finally return, and even having your presence next to him is a relief to his poor tortured body. It's only now that he realises how painfully hard he is, and more desperate that he has even been in his life.

"Jake?" you say, because whilst this is not like him, his bulge is hard to miss and your body twinges at the sight, curious and eager.

He gulps, or at least he tries to. His voice comes out hoarse and raspy and debauched but his eyes are alight. More alive than you have ever seen and burning with desire.

"Feel free to say no, but-"