"We didn't use protection the last time," Ryder pointed out, evading Jacob's vibrant tongue. "What if I get - "
"You're not a woman," the latter stated, burying his face into the teen's neck. "So we're in the clear," he backed Ryder against the wall and kissed him like never before. The teen sucked at his tongue, thrilled by the deep groans his actions elicited. With his tongue dancing against his, Jacob shot a hand down his back and squeezed his bum, his boner pressed against the teen's middle figure.
His body shook, pumping with sexual adrenaline. He took off his shirt, impatiently working at the fastening at Ryder's waist. The material gave way at last and the fugitive pushed his hand down the boy's pants, capturing his penis to caress him.
Ryder moaned, his head thrown back against the wall in pleasure.
"Jacob," Ryder slapped his hand away. "You're too fast,"
"I want you," Jacob's eyes darkened with lust. "And what better way than being too fast?"
"I need to feel something, I mean I know it's just sex between us but - "
"I never said what we're doing is just sex. Look Ryder, I've been through a lot of things and I want you to know how this moment feels right to me," he eased the boy down to the floor, undressing him, then himself before he began to explore his body with his tongue, finger buried into the teen's hole. Ryder moaned louder.
"I love your ass," Jacob whispered, thrusting his cock into the teen, balls pressed tight as Ryder cried out, leaning heavily against the wall for support.
He began rocking, thrusting his hips simultaneously forward and backward, his arm pressing Ryder to his chest. They galloped faster, the fugitive moving harder, deeper, slamming in a heartbeat.
"Fuck, yes," Jacob muttered, hips slapping and balls jingling. Ryder whimpered, tears streaming out his eyes.
"Fuck you, Ryder, I'll fuck you damn good," Jacob gasped, his cock swelling, opening the ass wider, stretching Ryder to his limits. This time Ryder rocked backward, meeting the dance halfway. Jacob erupted, burying his cock deeper and planting his seed.
They both slumped on the floor, exhausted, a trail of cum on Ryder's ass cheeks. Jacob wrapped an arm around his bosom, placing his head to the side.
Pushing him away, Ryder slipped from beneath him, gathering his clothes and hurrying upstairs. At the top landing, he looked back, not to the fugitive but the ticking clock.
"Lunch is ready. I'll take a shower and come join you in the kitchen," he hurried out of sight, guilt flooding his being, unshed tears making the cool water that ran down his back as he purged himself clean of the aftermath of sin seem real. It couldn't have been worse than this and he hated himself for letting it happen again.
*-*-*-*
Ryder had never been ravenous in his lovemaking with Pete. He'd always been quiet, not a noise, not a moan as the latter evaded his hole with deep thrusts that could've made him scream his tongue out. Pete termed their sex 'Oblivious And Cold'.
He'd been right...until now!
Emptying a pack of pasta into a boiling pot of water on a back burner, he stirred it gently. Chopped vegetables, a sprinkle of olive oil, and other condiments found their way into the steam.
Jacob entered a few minutes after, Ryder refuted the urge to look back at him until the fresh smell of lemon overtook the air. He darted his eyes over, gasping at the glaring nudity.
Jacob grinned. "Like the view?"
"Have some shame and put on your clothes,"
"Oh come on, we just had sex,"
Ryder colored, turning back to the pot in front of him, he knew he should be angry but like the first time he stumbled upon the fugitive, he couldn't. Try all he could, winning seemed far.
Jacob snaked his arms around the teen's waist, resting his jaw on the boy's head. "Smells good,"
"Pasta always does," Ryder adjusted the pot, placing the cover lid on it while still trying to concentrate. "Please sit down, It'd be ready soon."
"Come do another round with me," Jacob demanded, nuzzling his nose against the boy's neck.
"No. It's never happening again," this time, Ryder managed to keep his tone firm.
"Never?"
"I can't cope with all this tension, the stress, and my sore butt. We both never expected this and you know it's too much of a wish to be together,"
"We'd be alright. Quit worrying,"
"We? Who said anything about we?"
"I love you, Ryder Ferris,"
The teen let out a quiet gasp, pulling away. Although the words stung, Ryder knew a little too well not to believe it. "That's a bit too fast, I know nothing about you."
"Normally, I'd have thought you'd be happy with what we did,"
Ryder seemed puzzled. "Care to explain?"
"But I still thought you'd be mad at me because of what the officer said,"
"It's none of my business," Ryder pointed out.
"Yes, it is. I'm still staying with you,"
"Times like this, I wish I could change that,"
Jacob's expression darkened. "I'm not rich. Well, I was until my father disowned me,"
"He had a cause. Perhaps you were too much of an asshole to take on," Turning off the burner, Ryder spooned the white curls into plates.
"I've never been a forward man. If I was too overbearing, Sophie and I wouldn't have been together for long,"
"She was sick, Jacob," Ryder retorted harshly. "A sickness of the mind. If she'd been okay with I'm not sure your relationship would've been that smooth,"
"That's blunt. You hurt me with your words,"
"I'm just stating the facts exactly as they are. It's not my fault you failed to get along with the truth,"
"You shouldn't. What we did was no more my style than yours,"
"How?" Aghast, Ryder pulled out a chair and sat.
"Simple. You're rotten and miserable at the same time. I don't think you know what you want,"
"I wanted you,"
Shaking his head, Jacob countered. "Past tense. You want me,"
"The feelings aren't mutual. Now if you don't mind - "
"I'm trying to find out why you hate me so suddenly. I mean it's shocking. One minute you were hot below me, moaning my name out loud to the world, and the next you're spitting my faults to my face."
Once again, Ryder felt he was taking things too personally. If what they had was meaningless and Jacob was no more pricy as he'd always thought, all he had to do was call in Preston and rid the house of the fugitive. That was cruel, but no longer an option.
"You didn't tell me you were a bastard,"
"Cause I'm not. My mother never mentioned it,"
"Preston told me, and as much as I hate to believe it, I'm curious. Is there anything you're yet to tell me about?"
Hesitant, Jacob looked away briefly. "No. I've got nothing else to say."
"Was there ever anyone before Sophie?"
"Calista. She turned out to be a lesbian afterward,"
"After?"
"You. I've liked no one as much as you,"
"If you want me to buy that statement it'd be worth half the price. No secrets. I'd like to know more about you."