Chapter 2

Seth and Jake

Chapter 2

By Corina Butler

He hasn’t talked to me all week. Things have been so awkward ever since… Jake sighed, curling up in a ball on the couch. Ever since that night we got drunk and I seduced him. This is all my fault. He was straight. Now he won’t talk to me. This is all my fault.

“I would never do what she did to you,” Jake groaned, mentally. What the fuck was I thinking? Now I’m in an awful position. Seth is probably going to move out and it’s all my fault.

At the very least, he could wait until Seth came home, maybe he would talk to him then. Even if it was just what an awful day he’d had at work. Jake didn’t care. Even the sound of Seth’s voice was nice.

I just… I love him. It’s ridiculous because he’s straight, and now it’s even worse because I’ve experienced what it might be like and it just makes it that much harder. Why can’t I stop loving him?

Tears rolled down his face and he curled into a tighter ball. It’s… it’s so embarrassing.

The door opened and Jake was instantly mortified. There he was, sitting on the couch, crying over Seth, who had just walked in. “U-uh, h-hey, Seth. Welcome home,” Jake said, trying to sound cheerful. “You’re home early… How was work?”

“… are you crying?” Seth frowned.

“Oh, I-… I’m okay,” Jake shook his head. “Heh, sorry. Wow. Sorry to be such a girl on you.”

Seth walked up to him, grabbing him by the wrist. Jake flinched. Seth let him go. “… Whatever, it’s okay. Work was long. I’m going to go take a shower.”

“Oh, alright, cool,” Jake nodded. Seth left the room and Jake got to his feet, moving to his room. He shut the door, leaning against it. That was the most Seth had said to him all week. I’m so miserable. I wish he’d just approach me about what happened so I can move on…

Why did that piss me off so much? Seth climbed in the shower, rubbing his hair to get it wet. His mind dragged up the image of Jake sitting on the couch crying. Seth wondered if it had anything to do with him. I never realized how… feminine he can be. Before, he was just a weird guy. Now that I know he’s gay…

He grabbed the body wash and began washing himself with it, letting his mind wander. “I would never do what she did to you,” he heard Jake’s voice, low, and slightly slurred. He could almost feel that gifted mouth wrapping around him, and he felt himself stirring.

N-no, Seth gritted his teeth. I’m straight, damn it.

He’d been having moments like this all week. He couldn’t even look Jake in the face. He would see him and feel that familiar stirring.

Maybe I should just get it over with… He squirted the body wash into the palm of his hand, massaging his hardening member. He imagined Jake, lying on the bed, his cheeks flushed and breathing rapid, begging him to enter. He stroked himself slowly, visualizing that scene of Jake sucking eagerly on his cock, eager to prove himself to Seth. Even that dick-sucking whore Emily didn’t blow me that good. A small groan escaped Seth’s lips and he sped up his motions. He visualized pounding into Jake and the sounds of pleasure that Jake made, gripping the sheets. In his mind’s eye, Seth saw Jake come screaming and remembered pulling out and blowing his load on Jake’s chest and he physically followed along, throwing his head back and shooting his cum down the drain.

He leaned against the wall of the shower, trying to get his bearings. That had been a good one. He felt good. Seth still felt guilty about seeing Jake crying. He was sure it had something to do with him, but he was still hesitant to make another move. He washed his hair and thought about what to do.

Jake sat on his bed, being depressed. He looked up when there was a knock at his door. His heart sped up. Seth? What’s he doing? Jake got to his feet, opening the door a bit. “Seth? What’s going on?”

Seth pushed the door open, causing Jake to stagger back. Seth ran his fingers through Jake’s hair, pulling him close and kissing him. Jake’s eyes widened before he clung to Seth, closing his eyes tightly. “Mmm, Seth, what are you doing?” Jake murmured, when Seth pulled away. “If this is a joke, don’t play with me like this,”

Seth tilted his head up to look him in the eyes. “Just shut up, Jake,” Seth kissed him again, deeper and more intimately than he had the first time, leaving Jake dizzy. Seth was still a little damp from the shower, wet hot and irresistible. He was everything Jake had ever wanted and Jake was confused about what had changed. Jake clung to his robe, not entirely understanding. Seth turned back towards the door, breaking the contact. “Stop being depressed. And stop crying. It bothers me when you’re depressed or crying.” He left, shutting the door behind him.

Jake blushed intensely, leaning against the doorframe. What had just happened? Had that… I feel like I’m dreaming. Jake made his way back to the bed.

In the middle of the night, Jake was still awake and thinking about Seth. He was drawing on that time they’d spent together. He checked the alarm clock next to his bed. It was two am and he had work the next morning. He had to talk to Seth about it or he would never sleep. He got to his feet and headed into Seth’s room, opening the door silently. “… Seth?” he said, in a low voice. There was no response. The room was dark and smelled of Seth’s sweat and cologne, and it awakened the desire in Jake.

He waited a moment for his eyes to adjust and he walked over to the bed, seeing Seth laid out on it, sleeping soundly. Jake pulled the covers back, gently untying the robe that covered Seth, delighted at the bare skin underneath. He repeated Seth’s name, getting no response. A tiny blush covered Jake’s cheeks as he thought about what to do next. He reached up, running his hand up Seth’s leg, brushing just past the sensitive area. He got a positive response from that and he wrapped his hand around it, beginning to stroke it.

That got a reaction out of Seth. Jake heard Seth’s breath hitch and he seemed to stir. “Wh-what are you doing?” Seth questioned, sleepily.

“You,” Jake answered. “Good morning.”

“Morning? What… I can’t even give you an inch because you take a dick!”

Jake leaned forward, massaging the base of it with his tongue. Seth inhaled sharply, placing his hand on Jake’s head. “I wanted to talk about us, but you looked so cute here asleep that I just couldn’t stop myself,” he rubbed his thumb gently over the throbbing vein on the underside. “I trust you have no objections.”

“No, none,” was the reply. “Damn, this is a good dream,” he murmured.

He thinks this is a dream? Jake paused. I think this is a good opportunity. “Is there anything you want to do to me? You better speak now,”

“There’s a list of things… but I can’t think of them,” Seth answered, sleepily.

“That’s cute, Seth,” Jake rubbed him another moment or so. “Want to put it in?”

“Yes, please,”

“Seth, I want you to be in control of this,” Jake removed his pants and shirt, climbing into bed, straddling him. “Get up and be in control.”

Seth leaned forward, kissing Jake again, letting it linger. “You ready?” he wrapped his hands around Jake’s member, surprised that he was already hard. “Heh. A good… dream,”

Jake reached onto the nighttable and handed him the lotion. “Here,” If I’d had foresight, I would have brought my lube…!

Seth used the lotion on himself, positioning himself. “Heh, this is the second time we’ve done this,” he remarked. “Although you weren’t in the doggy style that time…”

“Seth, shut up and put it in,” Jake sighed.

Seth pushed himself in, waited for Jake to get adjusted.

“A-aah,” Jake clenched the sheets. “S-seth?”

“Yes?” Seth brushed some of Jake’s hair back towards him, running his fingers through it.

“Next time, bondage. Yeah? Heavy. Cuff me to the ceiling fan and just whip me until I can’t feel my ass,” Jake half-smiled. “Not exactly that but…”

Seth leaned forward, meeting Jake’s turned back face. He managed a small kiss on the other’s mouth. “If that’s what you want, I’ll dream it up for you,”

“Oh, good. Nn, I’m ready, Seth,” Jake lowered his face and upper body to the bed, gripping the sheets. “Now. Fuck me. Go,”

Seth started moving, a slow and steady pace. Jake had grown soft underneath him from the pain but after a moment or two of Seth’s stroking, Jake started to come round again.

“Aah, nn- Seth, Seth,” Jake begged, in a low moan. “Faster.”

“You’re going to deal with the pace I’ve set,” Seth murmured. They went at that speed for a bit and as Seth began to get closer to his finish, his speed began frantically increasing, and his hand began to move faster on Jake.

“Where do you want to finish at?” Jake breathed, breathlessly. “I’m close, I’m so close…”

“Can I finish inside?” Seth seemed fully awake now but he wasn’t questioning anything.

“Yes, go ahead,” Jake buried his face in the bed, his breathing getting heavier. “Ah- Now, now,” he managed, and a few seconds later, his back arched and he finished on Seth’s bedsheets. He collapsed on top of it, feeling his lover continuing to move inside him from behind. With an almost animalistic sound, Seth finished inside of Jake, listening to his bottom’s soft cry of surprise at the fullness.

Removing himself, Seth lay down on the bed next to Jake, watching him. Jake entirely flattened himself on the bed, rolling over onto his back. Sweat beads were gathered on his forehead and that of his lover’s, and he looked entirely contented. He glanced over at Seth. “Was it a good dream?”

“The best,” Seth said, in a dreamy and sleepy voice. “That was really, really good.”

“Tomorrow night, you’ll have to get a little kinky with me,” Jake teased. “I love that.” He sat up. “I’m going to go back to my room.”

“Wait, dream Jake,” Seth sat up. “I…”

Jake leaned forward and kissed him again, the two of them exploring each other intimately. Jake leaned back. “Good night.” He headed to the shower first, going to clean himself up. He wondered how Seth would react when he realized it hadn’t been a dream, and his bed was covered in cum stains. I’d feel bad if messing with his head wasn’t so much fun. He swears by being straight but he thoroughly enjoys our sessions. Jake turned the water on. I’ll convince him. Somehow.

Chapter 3

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