Yours (on TikTok) - Rob Jetten x Jesse Klaver

SEVEN

Dedicated to Sjoerd (who is probably reading this) and Jolein (who probably isn't). Thanks for letting me borrow your boys, I'll buy you a couple of cocktails if you're ever in Sydney.

I've updated this fic to have a 'mature' rating. If that's not your thing, skip this chapter and the next one. I will make sure it all still makes sense.

The bedroom is darker, the light from the street lamp outside and the bathroom door create crisscrossed shadows on the floor. Rob's bed is neatly made but still looks soft and welcoming. Jesse kicks off his shoes and accepts Rob's offered hand again. He draws him into the bed, knees shuffling the blankets askew. Jesse's heart has kicked up a notch, now. He's not scared or nervous, it's just the thrill that this is finally happening.

Rob takes off his glasses, folding them neatly and placing them on the bedside table. He looks younger without them.
"How do you want me?"
"Don't ask questions like that," huffs Rob. "I can't even start that list."
"Oh," says Jesse. This is a big deal for them both.

Rob presses on Jesse's chest and he allows himself to be pushed backward onto the bed. Rob follows him, straddling his hips and leaning down to kiss him, slowly. Now that they're here, there's no need to rush, it's like time has slowed down. The play of tongues and lips lazily pressing is delicious. Jesse can feel Rob's arousal hard against his own. It's dizzying and so different. Experimentally, he grinds up into Rob, revelling in the sound he makes in response. Jesse slides his hands up along Rob's chest and and finally finishes off the job of opening the rest of his shirt buttons. The lowest one is tantalisingly close to his belt buckle and tricky, since they are still kissing.

Rob doesn't even pause to pull off his shirt, just shrugs it off of his shoulders and shakes off the sleeves. He expertly rolls his hips over Jesse's erection and Jesse moans, reaching up to touch his chest. If he's going to have a Gay Crisis, now is the time. This is nothing like being with his wife. Where he is used to soft curves, there are smooth angles instead. His hands go rough against Rob's sides, gripping him as he licks into his mouth. Rob has a lean runner's body, it feels solid and firm against his hands. It makes him feel restless, wild with want.

After a moment, Jesse pulls back from Rob's lips, eyes flicking down over his body. He looks as good as he feels. "You're stunning," he murmurs.
Rob looks away, huffing a laugh in response.
Jesse lifts his head, running his tongue along the seam between Rob's neck and shoulder. He tastes a bit like salt and there's a hint of dark cologne. It's completely different to what he knows, but he can't get enough. Why didn't he do this years ago? He's so hard it's starting to hurt.

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Rob shuts his eyes as Jesse's mouth works at his neck, his chest. Jesse's hands, gentle again, trail up and down along his sides. It sends shivers through him, making him twitch. This is incredible and they're still mostly dressed. That needs to change. He wants more of Jesse.

He fumbles with Jesse's clothing until the other man gets the hint. Jesse sits up just enough to get his shirt off and then falls back down again to work his trousers down over his hips so he can kick them away. His skin is flawless, more olive and smoother than Rob's. His fingertips trail over Jesse's chest and down to the waistband of his underwear. He swallows. He doesn't want to push him, but he's desperate to see him naked.

Jesse reaches up to pull at Rob's belt, unbuckling it with deft fingers. They catch one another's eye and Jesse grins, pulling Rob's trouser button open and easing the zipper down. Rob is half expecting him to make a joke about how much easier skirts are, but he says nothing, pulling him down for another bruising kiss instead.

Rob presses his advantage, kissing down Jesse's neck and chest, across his flat stomach. He catches the waistband of Jesse's underwear again and looks up.
"Yes?" he asks.
"Fuck yes," Jesse says, one hand gripping at Rob's shoulder. It's the only sign of any tension at all.