Jealousy
By Tiriel
NC-17, m/m
I was mostly offline for a long time, and when I returned, Caly put the following challenge to me:
"Ian corners Jake in the men's room when Jake is out on a date....pins him to the wall, fucks him, pulls his pants back up, tucks his shirt in and disappears"
This is the very short PWP thing I wrote in response. Sometimes I do take requests.
Disclaimer: They are *so* not mine that it isn't even funny. I'm not making any money, here or elsewhere, so don't sue.
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Jealousy
By Tiriel
Jake smiled to himself as he washed his hands. He'd had second thoughts about asking the department shrink out on a date, but things were going well. He hit the button on the automatic dryer and thought about his plans for the rest of the evening. He'd go back to the table, have some dessert and coffee, and then take her home. Maybe it would go somewhere from there, maybe not, but it was a good start.
He moved to the mirror near the door to check his hair and froze. In the reflection, standing behind him, he saw the dark figure of Ian Nottingham.
"Wha--" he began, but his question was cut off when Ian shoved him hard against the cool glass of the mirror.
Ian leaned in close to hiss into his ear. "You're having a good time with your date, aren't you, Jake?"
"I'm--it's--"
Ian interrupted. "I think you like her. I think you were probably even wondering whether or not you're going to get lucky tonight." He slid a hand down to firmly cup Jake's groin. "Well, you are."
Jake sucked in air as Ian's hand moved in a slow circle. He felt himself harden, saw his breath fogging the glass.
Ian yanked open the button fly of Jake's jeans and shoved them down. "No underwear. How presumptuous." He sucked Jake's earlobe into his mouth and held it between his teeth for a moment, nipping hard once before letting it go. Ian took hold of the shoulders of the black button-down shirt Jake was wearing and jerked.
Jake heard the fabric tear and at least one button hit the floor as his shirt came open. In a flurry of movement, Ian used the remains of the shirt to tie Jake's hands behind him. Naked now except for the shirt around his wrists and jeans around his ankles, Jake leaned his forehead against the mirror and bit down on his lower lip.
"She couldn't do for you the things that I do," Ian whispered, bending Jake forward and rubbing against him. "She wouldn't satisfy you. She--"
"Stop," Jake moaned, pushing his ass back against Ian's still-clothed crotch. "Stop talking about her and fuck me." He felt Ian move away for a moment, then felt the coolness of lube on his skin. Heat shot through his body as Ian started to penetrate him. He focused on relaxing, letting Ian's hard cock slide deeper and deeper into him until he could feel the scratch of shirttails against his ass and Ian stopped.
Ian's fingertips dug into Jake's hipbones, holding him close, their bodies joined. "Is this what you want?"
Jake groaned. "God, yes, now move." He saw Ian's flicker of a smile in the mirror. Suddenly his hands were free, which was a good thing, because he needed them. He pressed his palms hard against the glass, closing his eyes and bracing himself as Ian gave him what he'd asked for.
Ian fucked him hard, fast, and deep, their bodies slamming together as Jake's cries of ecstasy echoed off the tiled walls. He opened his eyes just enough to see their faces in the mirror, both contorted with pleasure, as Ian came.
Still shuddering against him, Ian reached a hand down and stroked roughly at Jake's cock. Jake threw his head back against Ian's shoulder and felt orgasm take over his body, passing through him and leaving him liquid and weak in Ian's embrace. He sighed as Ian pulled out.
"You have a problem," Ian said with a hint of amusement.
"I don't think I have any problems right now." Jake turned his head to try to capture Ian's mouth in a kiss.
Ian stepped back. "Oh, I think you do." He quickly unbuttoned his shirt, taking it off to reveal a black t-shirt underneath. He pulled that off over his head and tossed it at Jake's feet. "Put that on, pull up your pants, and then take her home."
Jake grinned and picked it up. "Will I see you later?" he asked, pulling the still-warm t-shirt on. Ian's scent surrounded him. By the time Jake's head emerged from the fabric, Ian was already gone.
The End