Waking up with Jake in my arms, his head against my chest and breath hitting my bare arm, is something I could get used to, yes. 

After I changed into bottoms only (I sleep better without a shirt), we went to bed. Somehow, we ended up in each other's arms, and I'm pretty sure this happened after I fell asleep. Jake is one sneaky guy. 

He could've just asked. I don't bite. Unless we fuck. 

I scan Jake's sleeping face. He's a little like sleeping beauty, if sleeping  beauty was a guy with eyes full of crusts. I think I like this version of sleeping beauty better. 

"Why?" he grumbles, moving awfully close to my crotch. I grab his hips, stopping him from shifting. 

"Why are you hard, Alex? I'm serious, it's, like, seven am? I need my sleep." He's grumbling, but he looks so cute doing it I can't bring myself to mock him. It's like a grumpy cat. Impossible to be anything else than cute. 

"It's morning," I tell him. "It's basic human anatomy. And besides, it's all your fault." 

He tries to look shocked, he really does. Too bad he's awful at it and only just awake. I can see right through him. "My fault? How?"

Do I really need to explain it to him? I thought he was smart. 

"Since you, mister Affectionate, quite literally climbed onto me in my sleep, it's only normal for me to get hard. Not my fault you started rubbing against me."

"I so did not."

"Well, I think you did."

A noise escapes my throat as he cups my cock over my clothes. He cocks an eyebrow. "Hm?"

"W-well, maybe you didn't—fuck, Jake, don't do that," I moan. He's undressing me, tortuously slow. 

But, I mean, come on, great way to start the day. I should convince him to keep waking me up like this forever. 

"What did I do?" he asks sweetly, almost innocently, giving my dick a highly needed pump. My body shudders with a mix of anticipation and pleasure. 

"Nothing. You did nothing."

"That's what I thought." Now he's satisfied and hops off the bed, leaving me hard and needy. I manage to grab his wrist right before he makes it out of my reach. "Jake. You started this, you're going to finish it too."

He pretends to be thinking, making a horribly cute face. I almost give in, letting him disappear in the bathroom, but my dick does want Jake to give me the release. So, too bad for him, but I can't let him go. 

"Am I, though?" Oh, that little fucking—

"Get here."

Ah, now he listens to me. He shuts up and makes his way back to the bed rather quickly, the playful face he had before all gone. It's now changed into seriousness, which is hiding the lust. Lucky for me, his eyes are always mirroring exactly what he's feeling. 

Yesterday, when I found him in the middle of a panic attack, his eyes were unsteady and glossed over with tears. He didn't look like he could see me, even if he was looking straight at me. However, now, his eyes are clear as still water. They tell me that, even though he acts like he doesn't, he craves an orgasm just as much as I do. 

I sit up a little straighter, my back against the headboard of the bed, my head against the white wall behind it. Jake is a little more hesitant, but when I tap my thigh to invite him, he complies. 

Of course, he doesn't want to do anything wrong, and with that, is doubting how he should follow my order. It's easy, really; straddle me. 

When he is waiting a little too long for my liking, I grab his hips and lift him from next to my thighs to on them. A gasp leaves his mouth as he loses his balance and grabs my arms for support. 

Mission successful. 

Our eyes lock. There's surprise written all over him, but when that subsides, his need becomes more and more obvious. "Alex."

"That's my name, yes," I tease, running my hands up and down his sides. He shudders, his eyes closing with hope as he awaits my next movement. 

"I hate you," he grunts.

"Nah, you don't." I smirk. He's just about to start bantering when I grab the waistband of his pants and tug it down. That shuts him up well enough. 

After his pants are low enough, I do the same with his underwear. He's now naked for me, just like I am for him. His eyes open slightly again when it takes me to long to do something else (it was barely five seconds, the impatient thing). 

"Yeah? So what do we do now? You talk a big game, but now you actually have to follow through with it—Oh fuck."

His change in demeanor is caused by me turning us around, pinning him to the bed. Like last week, I make sure his arms are above his head. "You keep those there."

"Alex, I—"

"No. You wanted action, you'll get it." 

He squirms on the bed, brows pushed together in confusion but not uttering a single word. I never expected Jake to be so good and submissive. 

I leave the bed to close the shutter. They opened automatically earlier this morning, but if I want Jake for myself, these have to close again. The room engulfs in dark, making Jake let out a suppressed noise (spoiler: it wasn't muffled very well)

Because I'm such a nice guy, I turn on the lamps on each side of his bed. Now, the room is dimly lit, but enough for me to see just what I need to see. Which is a sexually frustrated Jake.

Perfect. 

I already spotted the mirror yesterday, when we were watching the movie. It comes in handy now. 

Jake's chest is rising and falling in a fast pace, yet now it is excitement and anticipation that has him breathing heavily, not panic. I reach for his hand, letting him know he's allowed to sit up. 

After I've had my way with him, his body is positioned on the corner of the bed, facing the tall mirror standing next to his closet. His ass is resting on the heels of his feet, as his knees are spread in front of him. I kiss his temple in a tender way. "So beautiful, baby."

He whimpers, the hands I ordered to stay on his back fumbling. "Whatever. Just do something."

"Needy much?"

"I hate you."

I chuckle, deciding to fulfill his wish and kneeling behind him. I won't fuck him, yet. That's for some other day, when we have more time. 

"Eyes on me, yes?" I make sure he knows what I mean; watch me through the mirror and see the things I can do to your body. Enjoy the sight of me making you fall apart with a simple touch. 

"Yeah," he whispers. His body shudders under my touch, under my fingers travelling down from his neck to his hips. It stills when they stop at his hole. "Alex—oh."

I rest my chin on his shoulder, holding his eyes captive in mine through the mirror. One of my fingers continues the place that would love to take my cock, inch by inch, but I'm not giving that to him just yet. 

The lube I found is right next to me. When I have enough of it gathered (you can never have enough lube, better too much than too less), I bring one finger in. He should have expected it, yet he didn't. 

His back arches. His hands leave the place I ordered them to stay at, now coming to place on his thighs. He grabs onto them, needing something to hold on to. That's mistake one. 

Mistake two is his eyes closing the second my finger moves. Which is the exact opposite of what I told him to do. 

I grab his chin, making his eyes open, wide and surprised. He knows he's caught on something he wasn't supposed to be doing; he just hasn't figured out what yet. "I thought you understood what I said."

"I-I did, it just feels too—mhm," he moans, head falling back at the second finger filling up his needy hole. I notice his right thigh trembling, which is a good sign showing I'm driving him crazy. Slowly but steadily is the way to melt Jake's brain, I'm realizing over time. 

"Eyes on me," I tell him again. With some reluctance and clear effort, he opens them again, holding my gaze. 

As I scissor my fingers, stretching him out, a knock sounds on the door. I immediately clasp my free hand over Jake's mouth, knowing he wouldn't be able to stay silent without. He would try, but fail miserably. 

"Guys? Are you awake yet?" Eliot's voice sounds. I'm momentarily distracted from his interruption as Jake's moan vibrates against my hand, his eyes rolling to the top of his head when I insert a third finger. He loves some teasing. 

"Go on, answer him," I whisper in his ear. Shocked eyes find mine, but I'm not giving in. With a shaky voice, he tries. "We're—we're awake."

There's a silence at the other end of the door, in which Jake's nails bore into my naked thigh. It seems he wants me to tease more, I think. 

I drive up the pace, enjoying to see the panic flash in front of his eyes. Eliot finally answers, and I'm glad our little secret game isn't over yet. "Are you okay in there, Jake? You sound a little off."

My fingers curl, hitting just that spot, the one that I'm so sure will drive Jake crazy. And it does. He gasps, one hand trembling as he brings it to muffle his dirty noises. I push it down again. 

"I'm—fine!" His head falls back against my shoulder, eyes on the ceiling while his lips mutter all sorts of curses. I allow him to; this way, I have better acces to his neck. A greater opportunity to leave hickeys, too. 

"Alright, I'm leaving for class then. I'll see you later, I guess. Bye!" There's something in Eliot's voice that tells me he's suspicious of what's happening in here. He'll try to find out tonight, and my dick hards even more at the thought of a flustered Jake trying to get out of the conversation. Lying and saying he wasn't moaning and writhing like the slut he is. 

"B-bye!" Breathless, Jake finishes up the conversation. As soon as the footsteps distance themselves from us, he lets out his ragged breathing again. I place a kiss on that heaving chest of his, making sure it'll become a visible bruise. Just thinking about him sighing and trying to cover it up makes me want to leave more, all over his body. 

"I hate you, so fucking much," he sighs, but it dissolves into another moan. He's squirming in my arms, begging for more and all the while whining it's too much. Amusing, because he's assuming I don't know exactly what he wants. 

"I don't see you complaining when I do this," I smirk, hitting his spot again. A whimper leaves his mouth, his legs officially trembling now. It won't be long until he comes. 

Taking care I don't hurt him, I remove my fingers. A dramatic gasp leaves his lips as he turns to me, eyes glassed over with lust. "Don't you fucking dare—"

"Mouthy, I like it." I connect our lips with a kiss, shutting him up. As I do, I push him down on the bed again. 

His hands are roaming over my body, and for a split second, my insecurities come back. But when Jake moans and praises me, I forget about them all together. The only thought that should be in my mind right now is Jake. 

"Please, Alex, I need to come so badly," he gasps in the little moment I catch a breath. Right after, he can't utter any more words, because I've already collided our lips again. 

I catch a hold of his hand and wrap it around my dick. He understands the order and starts stroking me, only whining against my mouth for a little. That changes soon enough when I grab his cock, too. 

Jerking each other off, bringing each other closer to the release, I listen to Jake's filthy noises. He is one loud guy, and I think it makes him even hotter. I'm not sure what attracts me more, his unwillingness to let me believe I'm in charge until he's writhing underneath me, or the fact I can make him shudder in pleasure with a single touch. 

When we finally come, together, I move to the spot beside him. Jake doesn't like that, because he turns to me and lays his head on my chest. I wrap my arm around him, kissing his face all over. "You did very well, sweetheart."