8. Jacob

8

JACOB

F uck.

Why was controlling myself around Leo always such a challenge? When he'd been begging me to take him at the bar, I almost caved, ready and willing to plunge my cock inside him.

But I knew better. I knew that Leo still had a job to do, and the last thing I wanted was to become a reason he missed something important, ending up as just another stressful thing to manage on his plate. Still, I'd meant what I'd said about fucking him tonight.

I just needed to find the right time.

"Diego! What are you doing? You're supposed to be looking natural," Leo called out as he stood behind Tommy. Everyone was hanging out on the terrace for another impromptu photoshoot after dinner. There were fireplaces and couches on the terrace, giving it a cozy feeling with the snow piled up outside the large windows.

But the problem with the terrace was that it was cozy in the traditional sense, too, which meant that a bunch of buff guys were taking up way too much space. The set-up for the photoshoot looked like they were nearly on top of each other, with barely enough space to come up for air between them.

"What do you expect me to do? I can barely fit in the picture!" Diego yelled back as he awkwardly folded his arm around Andrew's waist, trying to give himself more room.

"If we pose like this, people are going to definitely think we're a thing," Andrew replied. "You know I don't care about stuff like that, but my girlfriend might get a little pissed."

"You two would be a cute couple, actually," Keith joked. "Should I hold Chris' waist, too? Make it look like we're all one, big orgy of a group?"

"Shut the fuck up, Keith." Tommy casually flipped him off. "They're right though, Leo. Everyone does look like they're romantically involved with each other."

"It's progressive!" Leo started before he immediately deflated. "Although, if it comes out that it's just a queer-baiting PR stunt, the internet is going to roast me over an open fire."

"You don't need to do stunts, boss. You're better than that."

"What if we split them up?" I suggested, chiming into the conversation. "Let some of the guys take photos here, and the others on the other side of the room? And then, once we have all the shots, we can play around with editing? Make the room seem bigger than it is?"

"We can make the room look much smaller than it is, too, just leaning into it," Tommy replied. "Play with different aspects, dimensions. Maybe make it an Alice in Wonderland thing?"

"Athletes in Wonderland." Leo's eyes lit up as he spoke. "That's fucking perfect!"

"Hold it, Diego! Hold it! Hold it!" Tommy was snapping away as Diego held onto a burning stick, something we'd dug out of the kindling from the fireplace. He looked like a magical wizard, ready to cast a spell with his shirtless chest and intense gaze.

Meanwhile, Chris was in a full suit and tie at a table right next to Diego, wearing a bored expression. He also had an expensive watch on both of his wrists, a subtle reference to a time-challenged rabbit.

"This is so weird." Leo sounded like he was enchanted by what he was seeing. "Mark my words: This will be the shoot that has everyone talking. This is the kind of stuff designers love."

I started to respond, but just as I did, I noticed Keith looking over at Leo. He was in his own photoshoot, stripes painted across his skin like the Cheshire cat. Based on what Leo had told me about Keith earlier, this was the perfect character for him to reference, one that was absolutely up to no good.

I looked away from Keith, wanting to pretend like his presence didn't bother me. Even so, just knowing that he was playing some kind of mind game with Leo made my blood boil. Leo didn't deserve to be treated like that, and Keith didn't have the right to do whatever he wanted just because he could?—

"Is it you?" Keith was suddenly standing right next to me, a wide smile plastered on his face.

Ugh.

It was like he was method acting.

"What are you talking about?" I didn't make eye contact as we spoke, not wanting to make him feel comfortable approaching me.

"You're watching Leo."

"We're all watching Leo. He's directing the shoot." I scoffed. "You should probably be watching him right now, too, so you know what you're supposed to be doing in the photos."

"No. You're watching Leo," he repeated, his tone shifting. "Like you want to keep an eye on him so you know where he is, so you know no one else is touching him."

"You're making a lot of assumptions right now."

"Am I?" Keith tilted his head to the side. "You're his type. I mean, almost." He chuckled. before he went on. "You can play with him all you want, but you can't have him."

"Keith—"

"Let's be real. Leo is out of your league." Keith shrugged. "He'll come to his senses, sooner than later. But I'm sure you're a fun toy to pass the time with."

Keith patted me on the shoulder before he went back to his photoshoot. Just then, Leo walked over to me, concern written all over his face.

"Jacob?" Leo frowned. "Are you okay?"

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I think I hate your ex-boyfriend."

"Makes sense. He's a pretty hate-able person." Leo chuckled. "Fuck, I'm sorry if he was bothering you. He just can't help himself."

"You want to get out of here?"

"Out of here?" Leo slowly blinked. "But we're in the middle of a photoshoot?—"

"I'll have you back before anyone can find us."

"Jacob—"

"Do you still want me to bend you over the bar?" My voice was low. "You still want me to fuck you until you can't take it anymore?"

"Yes." Leo's answer came quickly.

"Then, come with me."

"This is so stupid, oh, my God, we're going to get caught," Leo grumbled, even as he followed behind me, his every step matching mine.

"We can always turn back if you want to?—"

"No."

"No?"

"I don't want to turn back," Leo murmured. "I want you."

"I want you, too." I turned back toward him once we'd reached the bar, my hands going down to his waist and pulling him in close. "I want you so fucking bad."

I pressed his back up against the bar and closed my mouth over his, our tongues dancing against each other's. I quickly moved my hands underneath Leo's shirt, pulling it over his head and letting it fall to the ground. I reached for the drink he'd never quite finished making for himself earlier and poured the rest of its contents all over his bare chest.

"Jacob!" Leo cried out, just as I hastily licked up every last drop of the vodka and apple juice, making sure I got all of it before it dripped down the rest of his clothes. Leo shivered as my tongue cleaned him up, as I dragged it all along his naked skin.

"Take everything off," I instructed, my eyes locked on his. "Get naked for me."

Leo nodded as he pulled off his pants and boxers, letting them fall to the floor. He then stood completely naked in front of me, his cock already hard for me.

"Go behind the bar. Put your hands on the counter. Keep them there."

I watched as Leo shifted into position, placing his palms down on the counter. Then I walked up behind him and licked my hand from my wrist to my fingertips. After that, I firmly wrapped my hand around his cock, hastily stroking him up and down.

"Fuck, Jacob…" Leo sucked in a sharp breath.

I wrapped my free arm around his waist, keeping him close as I continued playing with his shaft. "Anyone could walk in on us right now, Leo. They could see you like this, completely submitting yourself to my every whim. Seeing how much you belong to me."

A groan escaped Leo just as his cock throbbed against my palm.

"You kind of like the idea of that, don't you?" I pressed. "You like the idea of everyone knowing that you're mine?"

"Yes," Leo admitted, and I started stroking his cock even faster than before. Leo gasped, his head rolling back to lean against my chest, his weeping slit spilling come on the countertop in front of us.

"Fuck. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—" Leo stared down at his come on the bar. "Shit. We need to clean this up before?—"

"Stay right where you are."

"But—Jacob?—"

"Don't move," I ordered, as I pressed myself against him, my hardened cock pushing against his ass through my pants. "That's it. Stay right there."

I began to rub myself against him, my hips rocking against his. Leo groaned, as I picked up my pace, circling my hips against his even faster than before. I was purposely pushing myself to the brink, knowing that I was pushing Leo to his brink, too, teasing him with the promise of my cock without ever delivering on it.

"Jacob…"

"Yes?"

"Fuck me."

"Maybe. I'll think about it." I shrugged as I moved away from him, my hands casually pulling down my pants and boxers. When I moved close to him again, I slid my cock between his thighs, pumping against him all over again.

"Oh, my God. That's so evil," Leo whimpered.

"Maybe I don't think you're ready for me yet."

"But I've had you before?—"

"You still think you're the one in control." I shook my head, still pumping between his thighs. "That's your problem, Leo. You don't know how to let go."

"Yes, I do. I know how to let go," Leo whimpered again. "I'll do whatever you say, Jacob. Just please. Fuck me?—"

Before Leo had a chance to finish his sentence, I'd turned him around to face me. A few seconds later, and I'd wrapped my arms around his waist, sitting him on top of the bar, his legs on either side of me.

I then pulled off my shirt as I kept my eyes locked on his. "Lean back. Spread wide for me."

Leo nodded as he watched me lean down toward my pants, pulling some lube and a condom from my pocket.

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"Nothing. It's just—" Leo's cheeks went red. "You came prepared to fuck me again."

"Why wouldn't I be prepared to fuck you? You're mine, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Which means I can do whatever I want with you?"

"Yes."

"Whenever I want?"

"Yes."

I smirked as I drizzled lube all across Leo's waiting hole. I rubbed it into his entrance with one of my fingers, keeping eye contact the whole time. "Your body feels like it's already ready for me. Have you been thinking about me fucking you again? So soon?"

"Yes."

"Fuck." I groaned as I slid a finger inside him. "You're so fucking hot when you get so worked up that you're reduced to one-word answers."

Leo groaned, too, his hole tight around my finger, his cock bobbing back to life between us. I pulled my hand away from him as I tore open a condom and hastily rolled it down my cock, before sliding my shaft inside him.

"Leo? Guys, do you think he went down this way?"

"I don't know. I'm going to check the bathrooms down here."

"We should probably check his bedroom, too, just to be safe."

Photographers. They must've been looking for Leo to come finish the shoot. Leo's eyes went wide as I pressed deeper inside of him, not caring about the voices we could hear echoing down the hallway.

"Jacob…" Leo moaned my name, his hips pushing back to meet mine. "Fuck… what if someone comes in…"

"If they come in, then, they'll see that you're preoccupied."

"I don't want someone seeing me like… like this…"

"Like you belong to me?" I pumped into him even faster, even harder. "Like you were craving my cock so badly you couldn't help yourself?"

"Fuck! Fuck!" Leo moaned again, as I towered over him, my hands now on either side of his face, my hips still thrusting. I silenced him with a deep kiss, just as I felt him shivering underneath me, like he was right on the edge of coming for me all over again.

Pleased with myself, I reached for Leo's palms, pressing them down against the bar's countertop with my own. Keeping him in place, I began to fuck him with a wild abandon, each of his guttural moans being kept quiet as they landed in my mouth. His shaft throbbed between us as I claimed every part of him, as I made sure that he understood that he was fully mine.

A few moments later, and he was exploding between us, his come landing on his chest and mine. It didn't take long for me to follow him right over the edge as I came hard against him, my cock emptying out strand after strand of come deep inside his ass.

"Maybe he's down here?" There was a voice getting closer to the bar.

Instantly, I pulled Leo down from the bar, hiding him behind it. I quickly grabbed for our clothes, handing Leo his own set. Leo was fast to get dressed, almost expertly, like he'd had experiences like this before.

I caught myself frowning as I pulled on my own clothes, my thoughts immediately going to Keith.

He'll come to his senses, sooner than later. But I'm sure you're a fun toy to pass the time with.

A fun toy.

Was that how Leo saw me? Just something to pass the time with?

Even if he did, did it really matter? Isn't that all I wanted to be, anyway?

"Hey! You found me!" Leo suddenly popped out from behind the bar, just in time to greet the photographer who was walking through the doors. "Sorry. I just got so distracted by this place. It's lovely, isn't it? Maybe we could even think about setting one of the shoots here?—"

I secretly watched from behind the bar, as Leo escorted the photographer out of the room. He looked behind himself once, and we locked eyes, just before a small smile appeared on his face.

Just before a cold wave of uncertainty washed across me.