"They're almost asleep," Jake whispers, not too softly. I think he's a little tipsy. 

Then again, so am I. His parents have the most amazing collection of wine. Goddamn. 

"So, upstairs?" I whisper back. He grins, nodding enthusiastically. With his hand in mine, he sneaks off. The TV is still playing, but I think his parents will wake up at some point in the night. 

The second we're behind the corner, out of sight, he pushes me against the wall and starts kissing me. His hands immediately move lower, until they're grabbing my ass. Horny man. 

"You absolute horndog," I chuckle, attaching my lips to his neck instead of his mouth. He may be the one who's got the hand in our bed tonight, but there's no way I'm not gonna tease him or hear his noises. 

"It was your idea," he comments back, still busying himself with my ass. I tap his chest, wanting him to open his eyes and look at me. Clearly reluctant, he does so. "You fucking tease."

"Hey, I'm just trying to tell you to not fuck me in the hallway. Let's go to your room," I whisper, unfazed by his hysterics. Some of the cloud of lust in his eyes clears up as he nods, seeming to realize anyone could walk in, too. 

"Right," he mumbles, still nodding. "Right. You probably want to take a shower first too, huh? But I—I want to keep kissing you."

With a grin, I wrap my arms around his neck in a sort of hug and look down at him. "No one says I have to shower alone."

"Oh, fuck, Alex," Jake moans. His nails are digging into my back as he scratches me, but I couldn't care less.

Okay, the shower did turn out slightly different from how we had imagined it. Jake is now pressed up against the wall of his shower, with my dick deep inside of him. Sure, I'm still planning on letting him fuck me later, but he straight up deserved to be put into place. 

He was getting too cocky. 

I grab the back of his thighs, spreading his legs a little wider. Like the slut he is, he catches up on what I'm trying to do and moves by himself. A strangled noise slips from behind the hand clasped over his lips. He's trying to muffle out his noises, yet he hasn't been very successful yet. 

"Hm—oh, not like that," he whimpers, closing his eyes and shuddering. He's a total mess already. And that while the night is still young. 

"You love it like this, don't you, baby?" I whisper, obviously better than him at being silent. A cry and a moan leave his mouth at the same time. "Yes."

I hoist him up a little, so I can easily thrust in and out of him. He wraps his legs around my waist, enjoying every single second of it. "Fuck."

As I'm about to capture his lips with mine again, he opens his eyes half and looks at me through hooded lids. "I thought I was gonna be in control."

Smirking, I peck his lips. "You can try."

"You're not letting me!" he complains, but it turns in a moan when I move. 

"Well, by all means, Jake, take control." I motion to the door. "I'm ready for it."

"Hm." He crosses his arms over his chest. "You do your. . . thing in here. I want you naked when you join me in bed."

Slowly, he slides off my cock and leaves to his bedroom. I watch his bouncing ass as he runs off. He's seriously trying to kill me. 

As promised, I follow several minutes later, naked. Jake is hastily walking around his room, replacing all sorts of things and putting his bed nicely. As if he's inviting me over for the first time ever. It's sweet, really. 

I cough, letting him know I'm here. Immediately the clothes in his hands drop on the floor and he dives into the bed. "Hi! I've been waiting for you."

Hm. Sure. I stalk towards the bed, trying very hard not to make fun of him. He's breathing hard, but he's pretending he's all calm and relaxed. "You don't need to be nervous for me."

"I'm not," he lies. I give him a pointed look, but he repeats he isn't nervous. Alright, fine, if he wants to lie to himself. 

"Where do you want me?" I ask, lying back as I watch his pretty face twitch in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Keeping my face neutral, I explain it to him. "You're in control. So where do you want me?"

"Oh, right," he mumbles, sitting up straighter again. I almost shake my head at his movements, but that would totally upset him, so I wait until he tells me to move. 

"I want you here," he finally decides, tapping his thighs. My gaze lifts from his yummy legs to his eyes, a little uncertain. "Are you sure? I'm probably a bit heav—"

"Do not," he warns. "Yes, I'm sure. Come over here." I listen to him, partly because he may be right, and partly because I don't want to ruin this moment.

As I lift my leg to straddle him, our skins close but not quite touching. As impatient as ever, he grabs my hips and pushes me down, onto his lap. Even though I try to keep my weight off him, he caught me so off guard I'm completely sitting on him. "Wait—"

"Alex," he says, a stern note in his voice. When I look up at his face, he is giving me a deadpan stare. "It's no problem. Look."

And then he continues to move his legs up and down, with me on them. I have to grab onto his arms to avoid losing my balance. But I got his point, alright. 

"Now make yourself ready to ride me," Jake whispers. I reach to his nightstand and into the drawer, being successful in guessing where his condoms and lube are. With unsteady hands, I roll the condom on his cock. Then, I lube my fingers and lean back, determined to give him a show. 

My head falls back once my finger enters me, but the moan sounding through the room isn't mine. Jake is watching me move my fingers with clenched fists and trembling thighs underneath me. "Fuck, baby. . ."

"You like watching me, don't you?" I whisper, my breathing heavy as a second finger enters. "I knew it. Just like I know you love being watched."

He shuts his eyes closed, but I don't allow him to. "Jake, open your eyes and watch me. I want your eyes on me."

"Alex," he whispers, grabbing my hips and pulling me closer again. "You have no idea what you're doing to me."

I lean forward, brushing my lips over his. "I can think of a few things."

Impatience is clear all over his face. "Stop teasing me and do something. Fuck, Alex, quit stalling and—"

I cut him off by lowering myself onto his cock. It's been long since I've been fucked, since I prefer fucking someone else, but I suppose the feeling isn't that bad. 

Jake's hands rest around the curve of my ass, guiding but not pressuring me. I shudder, feeling his dick stretch me out in such a good way. This isn't what I remember from the days I wasn't in control. It never was this enjoyable. 

Resting my hands on his thighs behind me, I try moving my hips a little, recalling how hot it was when Jake did that, and holy fuck. It's almost better than having Jake squirming at my touch. 

"Fuck," Jake moans out, then clasps his hand over his mouth to muffle out his sounds. Even though I'm the one with a literal dick inside of me, somehow he is still the loudest out of the two of us. And, to be honest, I don't think him muffling his sounds now will still help. The whole house probably already heard him. 

I'm needy of his attention, so instead of keeping my hands behind me, I use them to cup his cheeks and look at his pretty face. His eyes are closed and his swollen lips are hidden, yet there's still so much to admire I don't think I'll ever be done looking at him. 

Now moving my hips at a more steady pace, I let out an occasional noise too. I make sure to keep them under control, and when I slip, to not allow them to be as loud as Jake's. His eyes flutter when I collide our lips, swallowing his little outings of pleasure. 

Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I fear he's silently having trouble under my weight and not telling me because he's scared to upset me. It's the same part of my brain that still envies people for having a flatter stomach than me and bigger arms. It's the part I try to ignore. The part that's wrong, or so I learned. 

So, I decide not to listen to it and just enjoy the moment, lifting my hips a little higher and allowing my movements to be a little rougher. Jake assured me he's fine, so I trust him enough to believe it. 

"You're going to be the death of me," Jake whispers, his hands clutching to me as if his life depends on it. I grin, wrapping my arms around his neck and relishing into the pleasure. The sound my boyfriend lets out sounds equally tortured and equally satisfied. 

I feel like I'm about to come soon, and based on the way Jake's eyes are fluttering, I bet he isn't that far from releasing either. "Wait for me, okay? I want you to cum together with me."

Another noise, this time it's close to the brink of a whimper. God, I love it when he whimpers. It's almost sexier than when he moans, and that's definitely saying something. 

As we finish together, Jake wraps his arms around me and pulls me close. Instead of joining in on his hug, I lift and let him slide out of me. I curl up next to him, searching the warmth of his embrace and his sweet kisses. With one arm slung around my waist and the other discreetly handling the condom, Jake fulfills my desire of comfort without another thought. 

"Since when are you the little spoon?" he chuckles, quietly, while pulling the blankets over us and switching the lights off. The main lights weren't on, but he had some dim light in the corner next to his bed. 

"Shut up," I grumble, pressing back a little just to torture him. The groan he lets out has me smiling in satisfaction. He deserved that one. 

"Why don't you make me?" he teases. Realizing I'm not about to sleep yet (apparently), I open my eyes again and turn to face him. He'll shut up once my lips are on his, won't he?

With a gentle kiss, I'm successful in shutting him up. I know he would shut up if I asked him to, but I also know he's just bugging me because he loves me. Besides, I don't mind cuddling him for the rest of eternity. 

"Turn around," I tell him. He frowns, a little confused, a little tired. It's been an eventful day for him. "What? Why?"

"'Cause, obviously, you're the little spoon here," I grunt, grabbing him at his waist and flipping him around. To soothe the sting of falling for my trick, I tuck my face in the gap between his neck and his shoulder and press a little kiss to the nearest skin. "And I love you for it."

"Tell me again how you love me and maybe I'll be happy again then," he grumbles. My little Grumpy. Isn't he the sweetest thing ever? 

"I love you, baby," I whisper, pressing another kiss to his skin. "I love you so much it aches when I'm not with you. Which basically means I'll be carrying you around in my pocket now."

"Stop! I'm not that short!" he complains. I shake my head in disappointment. He ignores my love confession, but the fact I unintentionally called him short? Oh, God forbid. 

"Flynn agrees with me, though," I tease. His body finally relaxes in my hug, like it always does right before he falls asleep. He isn't quite tense, but the moment he starts to drift off, there's something about seeing his muscles ease that makes my heart heavy. 

"He's not . . . right," he mumbles, sleep making him slur a little. I gently brush the hair out of his eyes and give him another kiss, on his temple this time. I'll never get tired of kissing him. If it's on the lips or literally anywhere else, I'll worship the inch of skin as though it's a god. 

"No, he's not," I whisper back, feeling the sleep call me, too. I wait until Jake's breathing has even out and he's asleep before I close my eyes and drift off, too. 

Falling asleep next to Jake is even better than waking up with him. Sharing the moments of silent comfort and the chance to let go of worries with him is something I never thought would be that spectacular, but I find myself looking forward to this every day. 

I guess love does that to you.