Yours (on TikTok) - Rob Jetten x Jesse Klaver

SIX

They eat the pizza together at the flat's tiny dining table, Rob's paperwork and laptop pushed off to one side. Jesse says he loves the pizza which leaves Rob with a warm glow in his stomach that has little to do with their dinner. Mostly, they avoid talk of work, focussing on mutual friends and what's going on in the city. It feels safe, here. Comfortable. No one is going to ring bells in their ears and there's the barrier of the table keeping them away from one another. They take their time, enjoying the meal and lingering over their empty plates, laughing and chatting.

Afterwards, Rob returns the favour of a glass of wine, choosing a fruity Sauvignon Blanc from New Zealand. It sounds pretentious, but he has it on good authority that this variety, his favourite, is the generic McDonald's of wine. It doesn't stop him enjoying the first fresh sip immensely. He hands the other glass over to Jesse, their fingertips brushing. Instantly, the air is charged. There is a reason why Rob invited Jesse here. And a reason why he came. It feels so wildly intimate, just having this man in his living room. He wants him more than anything.

"Sofa?" suggests Jesse, also taking a sip of the wine.
Bed, Rob counters, but not out loud. Instead he nods and sinks into the sofa, placing his glass on the coffee table and slowly working his tie open. The suggestion is unmissable. Jesse sits across from him, cheeks faintly pink, watching from behind his wine glass.

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He's undressing. Jesse takes a second sip of the wine and clears his throat, scrambling for something, anything, to keep him from staring. Rob is doing it deliberately, Rob does everything deliberately. That's what makes it so electric; this is an invitation. Who is Jesse to ignore it?

Decision made, he sets his glass down on the coffee table and slides across the sofa, stilling Rob's fingers with a determined touch of his hand.
"Let me help you with that," he murmurs, gripping the tie, unknotting it and pulling it slowly down and away. It slides off the fabric of his shirt with a faint hiss.
Rob, not expecting it, let's him, his breath hitching as Jesse's knuckles graze his neck, just above where the collar sits.

"Shall I keep going?" Jesse asks, reaching for the first button on Rob's shirt. Deftly, he slides it out of the buttonhole and moves the fabric aside, sliding his thumb along Rob's collarbone. He leans in, indenting to follow with his tongue-

"Wait," Rob draws back, not too far, and squares his gaze on the other man. "I can't believe I'm stopping you to do this, but I have some questions first".
"Is it Question Hour, Mr. Jetten?" Jesse asks, a little irritated he has to wait. It is strange, now, addressing him formally, the way he does in the Chamber.
"Not too many questions, Mr. Klaver," Rob smiles. Does it feel strange to him too? It's like their professional selves are fully independent of the men they are together, behind closed doors.
"Alright," Jesse grabs his wine again and takes a sip, eyeing the tantalising vee of skin revealed from beneath Rob's shirt. The skin is smooth and so tempting. How desperate has this man made him that even this tiny glimpse is turning him on?
"One," Rob clears his throat, "How much do you want this, with me?"
"So much." Jesse purrs. That should be clear. He can barely keep his hands, and mouth, off him.
"Are you still consenting despite the fact that, should this become public knowledge," he hesitates, "well-"
"I would not be good for either of our careers and is best kept quiet," Jesse interrupts. "I know. It's fine. And I'll tell you if I want to stop as long as you do the same for me." This is all so very Rob. Of course he has an intimacy checklist. It's so Rob that Jesse is struggling to keep an amused smile off his face. Instead, he settles for sliding a fingertip across the fabric of Rob's trousers, back and forth, just above the knee.

"Okay," Rob hesitates, looking down at Jesse's hand as though lost for words, but only for a moment. "Two, we both already have partners and-"
"Jolein knows. She is fine with it. I assume Sjoerd is too or I wouldn't be here." His fingers are itching to get back under Rob's collar. "Can we," he slides his palm slowly up Rob's thigh.
"Not yet," Rob says, crisply, brushing the hand away. "There's more. Question three, protection."
"Condoms," says Jesse, barely having to think. "I have some if you don't." He takes a sip of his wine.
"You do?"
"I have three children, not eight."
"I always forget that's what they were originally invented for," admits Rob.
That makes Jesse chuckle.
"Okay. Item four, is this a one-off?"
"I hope not." The fact that he planned out this list shows, more than anything else, that Rob really does care. It's brilliant, even if it's driving Jesse crazy.
"Good. Me too. And one last question," he clears his throat. "Five, how much experience do you have with- men."
"No experience," Jesse admits, unashamed.
"None?" Rob asks, his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. "Not at uni or even a quickie at a party?"
"None," confirms Jesse. "Why? Do I hide my inexperience well?" Jesse sets his glass down again, genuinely curious.
Rob blinks a few times. "Very well," he says, eventually. "I assumed you must have. You know what you're doing."
"Not much different so far," says Jesse. "Though, I can't hide how excited I am about- this. I've wanted to try for years, but there's never been-"
"Fuck," Rob says, as though something has broken in his willpower. He's on him, kissing the rest of the sentence into his lips. Jesse lets him, enjoying his weight pressing onto him, the soft, wet slide of lips. His tongue pushing and gliding.
"Idiot," Rob mutters, between kisses. Jesse has no idea if he's referring to himself or to Jesse. Maybe both of them. He pulls away from Jesse again, he's breathing hard. "You have to tell me if you don't like-" he swoops in for more kisses, his hands playing at Jesse's jaw, his neck, his chest. "You might not enjoy it with me or-"
"I am confident that's not going to be an issue." Jesse finds one of Rob's hands and guides it downwards.
"Fuck," says Rob, more reverently this time. Then he does something with his wrist, an expert twist and press that has Jesse gasping with how good it feels. He grips at Rob's hips, urging him closer.
"No," Rob says, pulling back. "We aren't groping on the sofa like teenagers. Bed. Now." Jesse has never seen him look so authoritative before. His glasses have gone crooked again. Jesse just wants to keep kissing him but the bed will be good.
"I thought you'd never get there," he jokes, hopping to his feet.
"Shush," says Rob, taking his hand and leading him, quickly, across the room.