come home 🥀 sequel to sued into submission 🥀 tracob

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Troye Sivan

It's three in the morning, the moon is shining into the lounge. We're settled on the black faux leather couch, the weight of my boy on my lap telling me I'm not alone. That, and the lips pressed against my neck, tongue lapping at my skin and biting gently. I hold my hands against his upper back and neck, closing my eyes shut as my jaw slacks down. He has me a sweet hot breathy mess, smoothing his hands up the back of my neck and into my hair, pulling his lips back just to lean up and catch them against mine.

Still parted, he takes that as an open invitation, lightly pulling my hair and slithering his tongue against mine. A subtle rolling of his hips and I'm whimpering out for more, clutching onto the back of his shirt and biting down onto his bottom lip. He moves a hand to my jaw and backs away just a small space, "Tell me what you want."

Looking up with dewy eyes, still slightly buzzed from our night filled with wine and pasta, I feel my bottom lip trembling. "You, please, sir. I want you." A peck to my lips, he moves around on my lap, resituating himself and sighing gently.

"Since you so kindly asked," Jacob utters.

Just like that, we are two grinding, heavy breathing, madly in love fools finding salvation in one another's hearts. Tongues battling, hands roaming, and breaths jagged, we pull and push until we're just about ready to tear each other's clothes off and fuck under the stars.

That's when the doorbell rings. Leaning back, Jacob lifts a furrowed brow and sighs out sharply.

"Timing is off the charts." He grits out, "I'll be right back. You... be good, or you know what will happen."

I bat my eyelashes at him innocently and smile, nodding an okay. Now who in the hell would be here at such a time? As he checks the camera by the front door, he knocks his head against the wall and lets out yet another frustrated sigh. Opening the door, my question is answered as that same ill-defined boy is back. Sweats, a back over his shoulder, and the front way light shining over him, showcasing his red bloodshot eyes whimfully.

"Jesse," I can hear Jacob say in a low tone as I sit up on the couch and nudge my hair out of my view, "What did I say about showing up unannounced?"

What kind of lawn service shows up at three thirty in the morning?

"I know, I wouldn't do this unless I had no other choice. Ma kicked me out, I have nowhere to sleep." This Jesse kid speaks out. I peak around the door again to see him fidgeting with his hands, he must be nervous. I mean, if I were showing up at Jacob Bixenman's door at three am while his boyfriend is with him, I would be damn nervous too.

"There's a shelter a few miles out." Jacob mutters, "Take your business elsewhere."

"Bix... please. I've got product on me, I can't go back to juvie."

Jacob takes a step back, glances to me, looking away all too soon, and faces the boy once more. "Only until you get back on your feet."

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"What?!" I push him back the very moment we're alone in Jacob's bedroom, the kid sent away into my old bedroom. He barely budges, giving me a stern but accepting look. "What do you mean you're taking in some juvenile from the streets?! Just until he gets back on his feet?"

"We both know what that means." I mutter, going to push him by the chest again when he grabs my wrists and instantly pulls me up to his chest.

"Easy, tiger. You calm down before I make you." He warns, "He is just a kid. Give him a break."

I glare up at him, not knowing what to think, "If you're fucking around with him, I swear-"

"I'm not," He is quick to interject.

"I would never let another get between us, and I sure as hell am not messing anything up between us again. Who I look after does not have to concern nor upset you." He explains, "He's almost an adult, he can't go into the system now. It would be hell. Let's just take care of this and be on our merry way."

When I unball my fists and release the tension built up in me, I drop the act and lean against him instead of resisting. He lets his grip around my wrists loosen and wraps his arms around my waist, looking down on me much more gently.

"We all make sacrifices, don't make me turn this kid away." Jacob murmurs.

I look down and nod, then staring back up into his glistened eyes, "No one can make you do anything, especially not me. I was just scared... I'm sorry."

He lifts one side of his face up into a crooked smile, "I know, baby. I understand."

"Are we okay?" I ask, holding onto his shirt with little fists, still just a bit rattled out of my mind.

He takes my hands and smoothes them out, "Of course."

"It's late, let's get to bed. I can get your little ass off tomorrow or something." He says smoothly, and I give him a playful dirty look.

"Buzz off, bitch." I retort, making him stifle a laugh.

"Go brush up and get in bed, I'll be right back." Jacob commands, pecking my lips and letting me go. I do as I'm told and brush my teeth, wash my face, and comb my hair to the side before hopping into bed and waiting for my pimp ass lawyer boyfriend.

He comes in with a water and a little bottle of pills I would assume. "Pain reliever for the hangover you may or may not have tomorrow morning, water to keep you nice and hydrated." He sets the two items down and sifts a hand through the top of my head, "I'm going to brush then join you. If you're tired now, get some sleep. If you want to wait on me, I'll just be a few minutes."

And I did. Wait, that is. He came back nice and fresh, settling into bed under the duvet with me and holding me close. "Sleep tight, darling. I will see you in the morning." He whispers, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"See you in my dreams," I mumble sleepily, kissing his hand and holding it to my chest. Goodnight, friends.

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a/n: op is a dyke that just wants to write about girls, but we all make sacrifices for the ones we love. this is totally unedited sisters, bros, and all in between because i wrote it on my phone while making breakfast so don't mind. if i remember i will edit it later. love u guys, i'll be back. mwah xxx