Jake (Duskwood) Oneshot Collection

The Wolf

(kinda sexy dancing if that's a warning?)

Jake and I are on our way to the Aurora. It's Friday night and everybody in Duskwood knows what that means. Cause Friday nights are dance nights. And jesus, it took me almost the whole week to convince my boyfriend to come with me. Jessy and I planned to go anyway but still I wanted Jake to join us. So here we are. In front of the bar. Jake stops, looking down at me with one of his unreadable expressions. "You know that I'm just here because of you, right?" I slightly tilt my head to the side and softly pull my hand out of his, before I turn to face him and snake my arms around his neck. Standing on my tiptoes I peck his lips. "I know. And I love you for this." His expression softens and he pulls me closer by my hip, kissing me. Even after four months I still can get lost in his kisses. Jake pulls away and gives me a little grin. "Let's do this thing." A smile appears on my face and I can't help but giggle. "Yeah. We got this."

An hour later I still find myself dancing with Jessy while Jake's sitting at the bar, smiling and watching me with a drink in his hand. Seems like he's finally relaxing a bit.
After a few minutes someone appears next to Jessy. Phil. The siblings talk a little before my friend's brother turns to me with a smirk. "Having fun, huh?" His voice is barely audible over the loud music. "Obviously." He chuckles at my slightly dry response before holding out a hand, his expression challenging. "Mind to give me a dance?" I don't know if it's because of the alcohol in my system or just because I don't want to back down. But a wave of mischief washes over me and I take his hand. "Sure."

Phil's smirk widens. Out of the nothing and with a swift motion he pulls me closer and swirls me around to a fast beat. While moving along with Phil's body I try to figure out what song it is. Well, I fail. No idea. Actually I doubt that I know that song at all. But shortly after the bass line changes to a song I know. The Wolf by The Spencer Lee Band. The moment I recognize it I feel someone's presence behind me. Then hands on my hips and a chest in my back before I hear my boyfriend saying: "My turn now." I can't read Phil's expression but he lets go of my hand and backs away. Maybe I should mention that Jake's voice didn't sound much friendly. It was icy, stern. Possessive. Before I can think more about it I feel him pulling me even closer against him, with his hands on my hips he makes me move to the beat. I can feel him move, too. Then he does something unexpected. He murmurs the lyrics "When the wolf comes out tonight" in my ear before kissing my neck. I can't help but tilt my head to the side and he instantly takes advantage of the better access to my neck, kissing and slightly sucking on my pulse. Jesus... Trying to hold back a moan it's only a sigh that's leaving my lips. Jake is smirking against my skin. "Wanna go home?", he whispers in my ear. Unfortunately he turned my brain into jelly so it's impossible for me to form actual words. Instead I just hum agreeing and nod.

A little later I find myself outside with my boyfriend. The streets are empty and the cool night air is working against the alcohol in my system. With a slight smile Jake looks at me. There's something in his eyes that I can't describe. As if he's telling me all the things he wants to do to me once we are at home. I mean, not that I'm complaining. But there's something I want to know before we get there. "Jake?" "Yes, baby?" My heart skips a beat. Baby. That's new. And honestly, I like it. A lot. "Uhm, mind to tell me what exactly that was in there?" His response comes quick. "Nothing. Just wanted to dance with my girlfriend." Is he serious? He just has to be kidding. "And now try again." He releases a deep breath before hesitatingly looking down at me. "Well... maybe I didn't like watching that guy having his hands on you. And maybe... Maybe I just wanted to make it clear that... That you're mine?" The end of his statement sounds more like a question. But I can't help but smile at the meaning of what he said. "Jake, you know that I only love you, right? And you also know that you don't have to be jealous, right?" I can't swipe the grin off of my face. Jake stops in his tracks, facing me. "I'm not jealous." Amazing how adorable it looks when my oh so mature boyfriend pouts. I just grin at him, stand on my tiptoes and peck his lips. "Uh-huh. Of course not."