The Heart of Politics

Cherry

⚠️warnings⚠️:  restraints, blindfold, slight orgasm control, rough sex.

ummmmmm so you've been warned. If you don't want to read it you can just skip the part. Also sorry if the process of events is weird. 

Jesse felt someone lightly tap his shoulder, and his name was whispered in his ear. 

When he opened his eyes, he came face to face with Rob. The streetlights provided the only brightness at night. 

In the light he made out slightly slanted eyes, and ruffled hair cast a shadow on Rob's face. The loving smile he wore, lightly pressed into his cheeks. Jesse looked up, and forgot that he was in a Lamborghini Urus with a cranky college student in the driver seat. 

"Great, he's awake. Now can you guys go? It's like midnight, and I want to go home." Simon groaned. 

"Oh Jesse getting out, I'm not. I need to head back home." Rob broke eye contact with Jesse to look at Simon. 

Jesse felt himself slouch at the idea that he couldn't sleep with Rob, but knew after ditching work, they'd need to be on their A-game tomorrow. 

"Goede nacht." (Good night) Rob lightly pressed his lips against Jesse. 

Jesse was reluctantly released from the kiss, and he headed up to his apartment. 

Jesse entered his apartment and leaned against the back of the door. He pressed his fingers against his lips, and clutched the hat against his chest. He had been kissed before.  He'd kissed plenty of people. And kissed people with amazing technique. He'd kissed sloppy kissers, tongue kissers, nibblers. He'd had enough kisses to tell you which ones were right and which ones were wrong. After all he was a thirty year old man. But never had a kiss felt so right. It wasn't so much the technique, but it just felt right. Rob kissed Jesse as if he were speaking to him. Rob speaks the damn language of kisses. Jesse's knuckles went white from squeezing the hat against his chest. 

When he'd finally collected himself, he went to turn on the kettle. He walked to his room, taking the clothes he'd changed out of this morning and put them in the hamper. 

He heard the kettle whistle, when a knock came at the door. 

"One Second!" he yelled. He turned the stove off, and made his way to the door. He didn't check through the peephole. He just opened it. 

"Rob?" Jesse's eyes widened. He ran a hand through his curls attempting to tame whatever mess he was. 

"You didn't check to see who it was." 

"What?" 

"It's dangerous it could've been someone who wanted to hurt you." 

"But it wasn't..." 

"Still" Rob let himself in, and closed the door behind him. 

"Why are you here?" 

"A lot happened today. Forgive me for lying earlier when I said everything was fine." 

"Wait, so what's wrong? What happened today." Jesse said as he took steps back until he was against the wall at the end of the hall. 

"I called you lovely but you walked away. I had to hear from Simon that you like non-vanilla things. But most of all you keep a rational mind around me, but I-" Rob looked at Jesse's dark honey eyes. "I feel like I'm spiralling. Because I call you lovely, and your warmth leaves me but I want to keep you close, I hear you like sex toys from Simon and I get jealous, and you act rationally and I want to make you a mess from the mess you've made of me."