It is the rare occasion that Jacob isn't at Troye's apartment. He would be, but Joe and Caspar had date plans tonight. Which yeah, doesn't affect him, but it does, because Joe had to watch his cousin's cat for the week whilst he was away on some important business trip, and so now he's at home, on the couch that he knows they had sex on, watching a fat, orange cat that can't even do a backflip or anything. Apparently Joe's cousin is very attached to the thing though, so, okay.
He is surfing through the channels, already giving up on all the TV series he was previously watching, because really, it's hard to catch up on over 100 different episodes, and Troye's more important, so, whatever.
He finds some TV show about cats and puts it on, picking up the fat thing of a cat and shoving its face into the screen. "Your family!" Jacob yells, for no other reason than yelling seemed like the appropriate thing to do at the moment. But then the cat is mewling, and there is a gash over his pinky, and he decides he hates cats. A lot.
He sucks on his pinky, laying back over the couch just as his phone buzzes. He reaches over, realising it's from Troye, and then he is also realising that this is the first time Troye has texted him all day, and he becomes worried, fumbling over his phone password to see the message.
"is this good for paying you back? x"
and-and, oh.
Jacob chews his lip. The picture on his phone makes him whimper embarrassingly, eyes slowly trailing over the small screen. He doesn't know if he is breathing.
Troye's perky little bum is displayed, his milky cheeks clad in delicate silk that hug perfectly around the rounds of his bum and his creamy hips. Fuck. His ass looks fantastic. Obscene and absolutely fantastic.
He quickly types out a reply, chewing at his lip and just, fuck.
To Troye :) "even better. fuck you look so good."
And Jacob doesn't mean for his sweatpants to end up at his ankles and for his dick to be hard and flushed in his hand, but, that's what happens as he stares over the image. He looks over Troye's pallid skin; all his soft curves and lush form. Troye's little ass looks like it was specially designed to be in nothing but dainty little panties that press indecent lines into his skin and just, fuck. Jacob's so hard and Troye's so pretty.
God damn, fuck.
From Troye:) "i'm using my new toy x"
And god, Jacob groans, closing his eyes and pumping himself faster. He can't even think of the last time he got this hard. Especially this fast, jesus. But he can't blame his body for reverting back to a 16 year old because fuck. Panties, and the dildo, and Troye. Fucking lewd.
To Troye:) "yeah? i hope youre thinking of me"
He doesn't think about what's going on right now, what's going on between them. He doesn't think about what this all means because he absolutely cannot. All he does is thumb over his slit, biting into his lip to stop from whimpering as he bucks up into his hand. He is picturing Troye, sprawled across his lovely bed with his fairy lights casting a beautiful colour over his pearly skin that's lined in sweat. His panties pushed aside to make room for a pink dildo that he is fucking himself back on, small noises falling from his strawberry lips, and Jacob knew he was gone before he even started.
From Troye:) "always am. x"
And attached is a lovely picture of a pink dildo wedged between Troye's lips, his eyes closed and cheeks hollowed as he presumably sucks on it. His lips are a harsh red against the light pink, and Jacob can see the glow of the yellow fairy lights across his face, along with a light blush and Jacob's, god, he is gone.
He can't- he can't even text back so he quickly hits Troye's speed dial and moments later he hears a breathless moan through his speaker and he whimpers in response. "Fuck, Troye, you're so- I'm so-" he cuts off, squeezing his hand a little harder at the base, and he can hear a tiny gasp through the phone line.
"Jacob," Troye moans out, gasping, and Jacob hears the sounds of rubber and lube and he knows he's easing it inside of himself, "all for you."
Jacob chokes, high and prettily in his throat, letting the moan roll off his lips. "You look so good Troye, so pretty. Fuck-" and Jacob knows he's pumping his hand way too fast, and that Troye can probably hear it through the phone line, but he is so hard; leaking from the tip and flushed so dark. His stomach is swirling and his is so fucking close and he can't stop. Because Troye's whimpers are so encouraging and pretty as he smears the precum that is dripping from his tip. "Can I- another picture?" he breathes out, eyes closing as he hears Troye let out a small noise that he assumes is some form of a 'yes.'
After a moment he gets a picture of Troye on his back, legs lifted and dildo half out of his ass as he fucks himself on it, cock poking out from the top of the panties, a sharp red against the silky pink, and all Jacob can get out is a string of "Fuck- so pretty- Troye- oh," before he is coming over his fist, and whimpering out Troye's name.
He is shaking on the couch, feeling ridiculous and blissed, as his breath comes out ragged and uneven, eyes heavy and jaw slack. He hears Troye finish some time later, squeaking out his name. Jacob never wants to hear his name any other way then off of Troye's lips. No other way, ever.
There's a small giggle through the phone line moments later, and Jacob can't help but to laugh too, feeling his heart flutter, and he wonders if now is the right time to tell Troye he's been in love with him for a while. He decides against it, because Troye sends him a picture of his stomach streaked in come. Fuck.
