Loving Jacob
An M/M Contemporary Romance
Loving Jacob
Chapter Two
After
impatiently—and, he had to admit, irrationally—pacing and waiting for Jacob to appear
from five o’clock on, Malcolm sent his secretary home early before she acted on
her threat to leave his employ if he didn't quit buzzing her to ask if Jacob Renault
had arrived. At six fifteen, he gave up the pretense of working on briefs at
his desk and went to the second floor technology office suite to find him. The
three-room suite was empty, except for Martin Del Campo, the department head.
"Hey,
Martin." He strove to make his voice casual. "Working late tonight?"
"Nope.
I'm heading out, actually. Young Sam from accounting is having a bachelor party
for a friend of his tonight, and I'm tagging along. Jacob's bringing his car
around and we're riding together. You need something?" The other man
shoved a pile of papers into a drawer and locked it before grabbing his jacket
off the back of his swivel chair with enough force to send it spinning. Obviously
an affirmative response was not expected.
Shit.
His ego took a beating as he realized the kid had definitely stood him up. "No,
I had a question about the network setup in my office, but it can wait. You all
have a good time." He strolled out and down the hall beside the older man,
wondering if it would be too obvious if he asked him how Jacob was working out.
"Want
to come along? Just heading to the bar on the corner, no strippers or anything,
so the wife won't mind." Malcolm hesitated, tempted to accept the casual
offer.
"Nah,
I have to head home and help Liam with a science project." He excused
himself, certain that he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off Jacob in the
intimate darkness of a bar, with or without strippers.
The
next morning, Malcolm cursed when he found himself rushing through his morning
routines, including skipping breakfast with his fifteen-year-old son, Liam. He
thrust the morning newspaper unread into his briefcase in order to arrive early
at the office because he thought he might catch up with Jacob in the ground floor
coffee shop, where he often saw the younger man picking up a cup on his way
into the building. He'd buy Jacob a coffee and make arrangements for them to
meet somewhere else this evening. He could wait that long to have Jacob, and
once he had fucked the young man, his life could revert to its usual calm
routines. Contemplating his dick’s reaction to that idea, he decided it might
take a few good hard fucks to get the twink out of his head.
He
pushed back the flicker of guilt that tried to invade his mind as the gleam of
gold on his ring finger caught the sunlight. Penny knew his preferences in bed
as well as she knew how he took his coffee. Having a little fling on the side
was perfectly acceptable for families in polite society. Even a little fling
with a member of the same sex was preferable to divorce in his parents' eyes,
not that he ever even hinted at being gay to his parents. After enduring their frowns
over his career choice, he had no intention of giving his parents another
reason to be disappointed in him. Fucking someone he worked with would be
tricky to manage discreetly, but he could do it.
Malcolm
checked his stride to a more leisurely pace as he approached the glass doors of
his building. Clutching his brown leather briefcase in one hand, he smoothed
his straight, neatly cut, brown hair with the other. The tinted glass of the
doors that swept open in front of him showed him a brief image of a
thirty-something man, body still tight and well-muscled, skin bronzed from
exposure to the sun and elements. His gray business suit complimented his build
perfectly. He looked good still, could probably pass for thirty instead of his
actual forty-one if he wanted to. He stepped calmly through the open doors in
front of him and turned instantly to the left.
A
brief glance toward the mahogany coffee bar with its exotic flavors and enticing
scents was all it took to locate Jacob. In a distinct contrast to Malcolm's
business suit and professional image, Jacob Renault lounged against it in the
midst of a group of laughing young men sharing coffee before reporting to their
individual workstations. Oh, fuck. The perfect, slim body was accented in
casual Friday garb Malcolm felt sure was solely intended to send his body temperature
skyrocketing. Faded blue Levi’s and a tight navy T-shirt outlined his flat
abdomen and clung to his muscled chest and thighs.
As
though he felt Malcolm's gaze on him, Jacob turned his head and their eyes met.
Happily defiant, Jacob raised his insulated coffee cup in a silent salute
before turning back to speak to a golden-haired, muscle-bound man, equally
casually attired, who stood next to him. The new position treated Malcolm to a
fine view of that denim-clad ass, and he cursed again, softly, but aloud this
time, "Oh, fuck me."
The
golden-haired giant was someone Malcolm had a vague impression worked in
accounting, possibly Sam of the bachelor party. He clearly flirted extravagantly
with Jacob, brushing the perfect pink lips Malcolm had dreamed about having wrapped
around his dick all night with a tanned index finger as he laughed down into
Jacob's face before putting the finger to his own mouth and licking the coffee
residue there. Jacob flushed but didn't turn away.
Malcolm
clenched his fist at his side and deliberately strode toward the elevator. Remembering
the previous morning's encounter, tempted him to change his mind and take the
stairs, but he refused to appear indecisive. There was only one place in his
life for someone like Jacob, and it wasn't a public venue. He stepped into the
elevator, pushed the button for his floor and leaned back against the wall to
plot his way through the brief ride up.
He
lasted until ten thirty before requesting that his secretary send for Jacob. When
his office door opened, he stared sternly at Jacob. "You stood me up last
night, Mr. Renault. I thought I made it clear that my time is valuable." He
deliberately allowed his gaze to travel from Jacob's casual running shoes up
his slim body to lock on the unbelievably purple eyes briefly before dropping
his gaze significantly to his faded denim-covered crotch. He could see the twitches
of movement behind the buttoned fly that indicated appreciation of his regard. "I
owe you something from yesterday."
Jacob
drew in a hasty breath and stiffened slightly as his cock stirred more
violently under Malcolm's gaze. Malcolm smiled knowingly and caught the other
man's hand. He led him casually to the brown leather sofa along the far wall. Once
there he pressed Jacob up against the cream-painted wall and ground the thick
length of his cock against the tight muscles of Jacob's stomach as he kissed
him. Time passed in endless heat and wetness as they thoroughly explored one
another. Jacob's slender frame was firmly muscled, and Malcolm felt the heat
and hardness of his cock pressing against his thigh through both their
trousers. He swiftly maneuvered them onto the sofa and rapidly unbuttoned the
crisp white cotton dress shirt that Jacob had pulled from his pants. Soon both
men were naked and writhing together on the couch. Cock to cock they ground
their hips together, moaning and crying out in their passion as controlling the
moment quickly became an impossible goal.
"I
want to fuck you," Malcolm choked out, tracing Jacob's smooth, taut buttocks
with his large hands.
"No."
Jacob broke away from the kiss that absorbed them both. "No fucking."
Reluctantly,
Malcolm gave in, but continued to massage and fondle the smoothly flexing
muscles of Jacob's ass. He moved in to kiss the other man again, catching the
slight sound of sexy muffled whimpers as he pressed his index finger into the
crease and applied a slight pressure to the tiny pucker there.
Again,
Jacob pulled back. "I'm serious," he groaned, "no fucking. I don't
know you well enough for that level of intimacy!"
"Relax,"
Malcolm whispered soothingly as he continued to rub gently. "I'm not going
to. Just let me do this, it'll make you feel so good."
With
an uncertain nod, Jacob relaxed again and Malcolm dropped his mouth down for
more of those drugging, sweet, hot kisses that seemed to set his body on fire.
He
reached between their bodies and began slowly stroking the younger man's hard
cock. It pulsed hungrily in his hand, and he smiled, pushing his finger harder against
that tiny opening, rubbing gently. Maybe not today, he promised his aching
cock, but soon.
He
gathered precum from both of their slits and used it to dampen their cocks, rubbing
them together as he stroked both hard cocks, gently at first, rubbing his thumb
firmly over the heads to gather more drops on each upward movement. Soon he was
jerking harder, faster, listening in delight to Jacob's breathy whimpers and
pleas that he not stop. The warm spurt of Jacob's release sent him over the
edge as well, and they collapsed together on the sofa.
"Your
eyes are so incredible, such a beautiful color." The words escaped on a
whisper before he could check them, cloak them with the indifference he wanted
to feel at this moment.
Jacob
laughed softly in response, wrapping his hand around Malcolm's neck and pulling
him closer to whisper in his ear. "If I tell you my beauty secrets, can we
do that again?"
Malcolm
shivered as warm breath carried the words to his ear. Goose bumps trailed down
his neck in sensual response to the stimulus. His sated cock twitched,
attempting to make its preference known. He chuckled and turned his head to
whisper back, "I think we can do this again even if you keep your beauty
secrets. Bet I can guess though, contacts?"
Jacob
arched, almost purring as he rubbed his body along Malcolm's slightly hairy,
firmly muscled physique. "Yes. I've worn them since junior high school. Just
a little bit of violet tint to enhance my natural color."
Malcolm
lifted a hand and stroked Jacob's smooth cheek. He guided Jacob's mouth to his
and stared into his eyes. "I never would have known. You could have just
taken the compliment."
"No,
I couldn't. I told you, I want more from you than just this." Jacob ran
his hands over Malcolm's body, petting all the flesh he could reach, causing
warm flushes to rush through him and his heart to beat more rapidly again.
"You
said no to more than this," Malcolm asserted. "I clearly remember, or
I would have spent the last fifteen minutes in a very different position."
He tunneled his fingers under their bodies and clenched his hand on the firm
muscles of Jacob's ass. "Nice as it was to get off with you, it wasn't my
first choice of positions or methods."
Jacob
pushed him away. He pouted a bit sulkily, then shrugged, sitting up on the sofa
and leaning back against the soft leather with a slight wiggle. "Call me
old-fashioned. Certain things are reserved for special people."
Malcolm
snorted. Fuck, this kid made him feel old. "Special people? Come on. Next
thing you're going to tell me you're a virgin and you're waiting for your
freaking prince to come."
Leaning
forward, Jacob swept his hand across the floor, seeking his clothing. "Mock
me if you will. I do believe in love, and I plan to engage in lovemaking only
with the man, or woman," he added doubtfully, "with whom I share my
life and my love fully."
"So,
what do you call this, then?" Cynically, Malcolm deliberately raised a
brow and gestured to include their naked bodies sprawled across the sofa.
Jacob
seemed nonplussed for a moment, then smirked. "Practice."
Doubtfully,
Malcolm gazed at Jacob. The younger man had ceased searching for his clothes
and reclined in an elegant curve against the arm of the sofa. He seemed so
calm, so sexy and self-assured. His flesh was creamy smooth and hairless,
muscles long and well-defined. No hair or blemish marred the physical
perfection displayed for his pleasure, and Malcolm felt a momentary twinge of
jealousy at the thought of some other man, or woman, he corrected, enjoying
this body. He wanted more from Jacob than he'd been given so far, more than he
thought Jacob might intend to give him.
"Practice?"
he murmured. "And what might practice consist of if fucking is not
permitted?" He might as well establish the ground rules early in the game.
Not that he was giving up on fucking that tight ass.
Jacob's
smile stretched his pink lips temptingly wide. He licked them with his damp tongue,
leaving a gleaming trail that Malcolm wanted to follow with his own tongue and
then nip with his teeth. His voice, when it came, was playful, sultrily
inviting. "Practice consists of almost anything except penetration. Do you
want to practice with me?"
Did
he? "You know I'm not going to be the fucking Prince Charming you're
waiting for, don't you?" This kid just might be too naïve for an affair of
any duration. Men looking for happily ever after didn't generally make good
fuck buddies, and that was all he was in a position to offer.
Malcolm
almost felt insulted when Jacob burst into laughter. The purple eyes that owed
their beauty to contacts studied him thoroughly from head to toe, taking in the
gleam of gold on his ring finger, resting longingly on his half-hard cock,
before coming back to meet his own brown eyes. "Yeah, I'm not building
castles here with you, Malcolm. I know you're no prince. Just so you know that
if my prince does come along, you'll be playing in the sand by yourself."
"So,
you want to pass the time in meaningless sex with me while you wait for Prince Charming
to come along and sweep you off your feet?" There was something almost
disgustingly sickening about having this conversation with a grown man. "How
the fuck old are you anyway?"
Purple
flames flashed in Jacob's eyes and he snorted. "Old enough to know I don't
have to take any shit off you just because you're a partner here and I'm a tech
geek. You're hot as hell, but I'm no troll. I can walk out of here and find
someone who wants a hot lay in ten minutes. I'm not blind and I see myself in
the mirror every day. If you don't want what I'm offering, someone else will."
Malcolm
blocked Jacob's path to the exit. "Going like that, are you?" he
asked, quirking his brow again.
Jacob
looked down at his still-naked body. The heat of anger had created a delicate
flush across his chest and his nipples had hardened to deep pink points. His hard
cock bobbed eagerly against his tightly muscled abdomen and leaked drops of
clear fluid down its thick length. He smiled. "Why not? Might help the
cause."
Growling
low in his throat, Malcolm advanced on the smaller man. He wrapped his arms
around Jacob's shoulders and lowered his mouth to the taunting lips. Wet, hot
moments later, he pulled away far enough to hiss, "Never mind. I'll
happily keep you occupied until Prince Fucking Charming shows up. As long as
you know that I'm still going to try to persuade you to see things my way,"
he added, tracing the crease of Jacob's ass with one hand while firmly jerking
his cock with the other.
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