One and Only (Part 9) | Jacob
Ethan tipped his head and laughed softly as Leo left the room. “That was more business-like than I thought it would be. We’re not paying him, are we?”
In the last installment of One and Only
In the first installment of One and Only
Jacob shifted on his kitchen chair. His ass was sore from another busy weekend. With Ethan’s blessing, he’d taken to including some group sex activities. Last weekend had been epic, but he was feeling it. He and Ethan had been forced to change things up last night.
Ramped up by the described details, Ethan had been quick to take advantage and use his tongue to ravage the tender hole that had been pummeled by multiple men.
Sticking his tongue, piercing, and sucking, where other men’s cocks had been turned out to be a particular turn-on for Ethan. He’d eaten and stroked Jacob until he came all over his chest.
The memory made his cock warm.
They’d been together for four months this coming Monday. Almost three of those months, he’d had the freedom to continue dating. But he was starting to feel funny about it. His love for Ethan was growing. His need for random men—diminishing. Things needed to change. He wanted to spend more time with Ethan but still fulfill his needs. Maybe there was a solution.
His front door opened and shut.
“Hey,” Ethan shouted from the front entry. “I bought Chinese.”
“Bring it on up, babe.”
Jacob moved around the kitchen, collecting a couple of plates and some chopsticks. Ethan unpacked the paper bag and laid the food containers out on the counter. He set to work opening them all. He’d bought enough to last a couple of days. Ethan had taken to staying at his place at least two nights a week. Sometimes more.
Jacob wandered up behind Ethan and wrapped his arms around him. He set a kiss between Ethan’s shoulder blades, then kept his lips there.
“I have something I want to talk to you about,” he said.
Ethan turned to face him. “Can we eat first?”
“I’d rather talk about it now. We can eat and talk.”
They loaded their plates and took seats at the kitchen table. Jacob fidgeted with his chopsticks. He wasn’t sure why he was nervous. Ethan had been very open about everything to date.
Jacob caught Ethan’s gaze. “I’ve been thinking ….”
“Okay.”
“How would you feel about me bringing someone home to you?”
Ethan set his chopsticks down. “Like to play with? The three of us?”
“That’s what I was thinking, yeah.”
“Do you have someone in mind?”
“I do, actually.”
There was one man he would be interested in bringing home. Leo. He was young, twenty-two. But he was mature, caring, and gentle. He liked to play, but not too hard. And he made the sweetest sounds when he was being fucked.
Jacob had been with Leo before, many times, and they typically spent as much time talking as they did fucking. Leo was currently at school, in his third year, to become a doctor. He worked a job as a bartender on weekends. That’s how Jacob had met him. He was an interesting man.
Guys like him were gems.
He was sure Ethan would like him.
Ethan stared down at his plate. He was thinking. It was best to leave him when he did that. Just wait for him to mull things over. Jacob fiddled with the food on his plate.
Ethan tapped his chopsticks on the table. “What’s his name?”
“His name is Leo. He’s an absolute sweetheart.”
“When do you want to do this?” Ethan asked.
“I’ll text Leo. See when he’s available.” Jacob hauled his phone out of his pants and started typing. Unlike most others, he’d kept Leo’s number.
“How do you know he’ll be into it?”
“Oh, he will. Leo has a bit of a reputation.”
“Do you like him?”
Jacob peered at Ethan. “He’s a nice guy … that’s it.” His phone buzzed and dinged. “He’s up for tomorrow night if that works for us.” He touched Ethan’s hand. “Be sure about this.”
Ethan took a moment before he answered. It made Jacob a little anxious. He was looking forward to seeing Leo again. The fucking—and the conversation.
“Okay,” Ethan said. “Say, yes, but your place, not mine.”
“Perfect.” He texted Leo back. They set a time of 9 pm. He set his phone down and dug into his food. It was still early. He swallowed the mouthful of sweet and sour pork. “There’s an R&B band playing downtown tonight. I want to check them out. You game?”
Ethan nodded. “Sounds great. I’ll need to go home and get changed first. I’ve only got this suit left. I ran through all of my other clothes.”
Jacob tapped Ethan’s arm and waved his hand. He finally got the food filling his mouth down his throat. “I did laundry. Your clean stuff is on the bed.”
Ethan leaned forward and kissed Jacob’s cheek. “That makes things easier. Thanks.”
“You sure you don’t want to bring more stuff over?”
“No.” Ethan shook his head. “I need to keep my place as home base.”
“Why?”
Jacob hadn’t thought ahead. The word why had just blurted out. He shifted his chair closer to Ethan’s chair and put his hand on Ethan’s. He wouldn’t mind if Ethan stayed with him all week.
Ethan could go back to his place on the weekend for the kids.
“Why don’t you sorta—kinda move in with me,” Jacob said. He would still have his weekends to himself. Be able to bring guys back to his place. It was the best of both worlds.
“Just during the week,” he clarified.
“Here … with you … move in?”
“I know it’s further for you for work.”
“Yeah, it really is. It would make more sense for you to move in with me.”
Jacob smirked and leaned on his propped-up hand. “Are you asking me?”
This was a big deal. He’d never lived with anyone before. He’d never even been asked. He never let relationships go that far. His habit was to pull the ripcord before things got too serious. These past few months with Ethan staying at his place as often as he did had been nice.
Ethan smiled. “Weekdays only. I don’t want to confuse the kids.”
Nor did Jacob want to be in the middle of kid weekends. “No problem.”
“When?”
“Can we do it next Monday night?”
He would need some time to collect the clothes and things he wanted to bring. Then there were the logistics of moving his ornery cat, Patches, back and forth. He couldn’t leave her alone all week. Maybe he could get a pet sitter. As if on cue, she rubbed up against his leg.
He reached down and scratched her head. She made her way over to Ethan. She received her second head scratch of the evening. He’d been right. Patches had taken to Ethan.
Ethan rose and cleared the table. “That’ll give me some time to make some space.”
Jacob joined Ethan at the sink, took the rinsed plates from him, and put them in the dishwasher. “You’re sure you’re all right with Leo?”
“If you say he’s a good guy, I believe you.”
“I have a bit of a confession.” Jacob crossed his arms. “I haven’t slept with him since we’ve been together, but I have been with him a few times before that.”
Ethan furrowed his brow. “How many times?”
“Five.” Jacob squeezed Ethan’s shoulder. “Is that going to be a problem?”
“Why so many times?”
“There’s something special about him … you’ll see what I mean.”
Ethan grunted, pulled Jacob to him, and kissed his forehead. “You’re lucky I love you.”
“I tell myself that every day.” Jacob curled into Ethan’s embrace.
“Enough mushy talk, babe. Should we get going? I want to catch the first set.”
“If you insist on tearing me away from Patches.”
“She’ll be fine, and I want to be home by 10. I need to catch up on some sleep.”
Ethan snorted out a laugh. “Yes, old man.”
“Fuck off.” Jacob smacked Ethan’s chest. “Just get me home in time.”
A kiss descended on Jacob that almost made him want to stay home. But they were moving in together. They were going to have so much time to spend tucked up at home.
Home.
The word had never sounded warmer.
Jacob had the bedroom arranged just the way he liked it. Everything was within easy grabbing distance. Three different lubes. An assortment of condoms in a large glass jar. Toys in a box at the side of the bed.
He had washed and refitted the water-resistant mattress protector. Lube and cum could do some serious damage to a mattress. Sheets were pointless. So was bedding.
His bed would essentially be a play surface.
Leo was running late. A rush of customers had descended as he was about to leave work. It would give Ethan some time to collect his nerves. Jacob left the bedroom for the living room to check on him. He seemed to be doing better. He was busy in the kitchen opening bottles of wine.
A red and a white.
It was overkill.
The secret was not to drink too much. Enough to relax you. Not enough to obliterate your performance potential. They’d eaten a light dinner. A full gut of food wasn’t ideal.
“How are you doing?” he asked Ethan.
“Less nervous. More excited.”
“Excited is good.” Jacob drifted in close to Ethan and kissed him. He was about to slip his hand down the front of Ethan’s pants when the doorbell rang. “Be right back.”
Jacob raced down the stairs to the front door and tugged it open. The sexy, blond, and tanned twink on his front step was a welcome sight. He was even cuter than the last time he’d seen him.
He stepped back to let Leo in. “You found the place all right?”
“Remembered from the last couple of times.”
“Awesome. Come on up.”
Jacob jogged up the stairs with Leo. Ethan was waiting for them in the living room. Leo extended his hand to Ethan. “Hey, I’m Leo.”
Ethan gave Leo’s hand a firm shake. “Nice to meet you.”
Leo clapped his hands together. “So, Jacob. I’m going to impose and ask if I can use your shower. I didn’t have time to head home. Figured you’d be all right with it.”
“Absolutely.” Jacob pointed toward the bedroom door. “The bathroom is that way. Lots of towels on the rack. Use whatever shampoo and soap you like.”
Ethan tipped his head and laughed softly as Leo left the room. “That was more business-like than I thought it would be. We’re not paying him, are we?”
Jacob snorted. “No.” He clung to Ethan’s arm. “So, what do you think? Do you like him?”
“We’ve barely spoken.”
“No ….” Jacob bumped Ethan’s hip with his. “Do you think he’s sexy?”
“He’s certainly cute.”
“Wait until you see his beautiful cock. It has this adorable bend in it.”
Ethan laughed. “You remember his cock?”
“It left an impression.” Jacob pulled Ethan toward the kitchen. “I’d like some wine. Let’s grab a couple of glasses and relax. Leo doesn’t drink. At least he didn’t last time I saw him.”
They poured two glasses of wine, then settled on the sofa.
The water in the bathroom shut off.
“That was quick,” Ethan said.
After a few minutes of what Jacob suspected was fastidious toweling off, Leo appeared in the living room—in the nude, stroking his firm cock.
Goddamn.
He missed seeing that man.
He looked good enough to eat.
The story continues … soon …
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