They went straight to Klaus's room once they were back. Jake didn't even question why he was not yet allowed to go to his room. Actually, he was unnerved by his ability to just obey the man without putting too much of a fight. He wasn't scared enough, apparently, and that was something Jake thought he was going to regret sooner or later.
This time, Jake tried to play the stoic and not look at the blond, as he undressed. Klaus left Jake to his own thoughts, while he took a short shower. It took all of Jake's willpower, but he managed.
When the blond came back, completely naked, though, the only thing he could think of was to stare. It wasn't fair for men like Klaus to be born in the world and give poor fellows like Jake erotic dreams. Conscious of the attention he was getting, Klaus let his hands wander slowly over his perfect six pack and later grab the half sleeping organ to wake it to life.
It appeared as if Klaus didn't need much of an incentive, either, as he attentively watched Jake follow his every move, with a rapt expression on his still boyish face.
"Are you enjoying it?" he asked, eyeing Jake with a sparkle of amusement in his icy blue eyes.
Jake shook his head as if awakening from a dream.
"What?" he snapped.
"The show I am putting on. All for you," Klaus drawled out the words and moved to climb on the bed, next to Jake who was sitting on his knees, as if he was ready to jump off the bed. "Since you had so big concerns about my ability to get it up, as you put it, I want you to experience it firsthand."
With that, Klaus literally took things in his own hands, as he seized one of Jake's wrists to make the other man palm his manhood.
Jake almost had to bite back a moan. The snake Klaus had between his legs was silky to the touch, yet there was hardness of steel right under the skin, and Jake could only picture how it would have been like to have that impressive thing penetrate him. He had never dared even experimenting with something in that area, let alone something this big. It made him feel fearful and excited at the same time. Engrossed with the unique sensation of gliding his fingers over Klaus's beautiful cock, he missed the look of wanton desire on the blond's face.
"Jake," Klaus whispered, bending slightly to touch their foreheads together. "Do you realize this is as tormenting for me as it is for you?"
He had tried to fight the unfamiliar sensation of having his erection restrained so painfully. He became even more aware of his own cock struggling to get up to no avail.
Klaus's hands cupped his face gently and forced him to look up. Blue eyes searched dark ones, on a quest for an answer. Jake let go of the organ he had been caressing so tenderly until then.
"I wanted this to be about seduction," Klaus spoke softly. "I wanted to be all about me breaching your defenses. Yet, I do not think I have ever wanted someone the way I want you."
"Maybe because I'm not going to give in," Jake mumbled, although he felt as if he only had to cross the invisible few inches separating them, to collect the reward for his so long and fruitless resistance. At that moment, a sudden realization hit him; he was lying, he was just going to give in, and he was going to love it so much that it would hurt him never to have it again. Standing there, at the precipice of desire, all bets were off.
He crossed the line. His lips touched Klaus's mouth feather-like and the blond just stood there, letting him explore without making a move as if to avoid scaring him off. The kiss was chaste, slow, just lips pressing against lips. Klaus's hands descended on his shoulders, caressing his arms in their wake until he reached Jake's hands. He intertwined their fingers together, and held them gently, as if Jake was something precious and everything about him was precious, too. It made the younger male feel as if the world was finally giving in, letting him live the way he truly wanted, to touch, feel and get close to another without anyone standing on some moral high ground, judging him for it.
Jake gave Klaus's lips a small, tentative lick. The blond's mouth parted ever so slightly, granting access. Jake grew bold and pushed his tongue inside. He tasted Klaus to the fullest; he was encouraged to move forward by small strokes against his tongue made by its skillful counterpart. He could swear his eyes were rolling in his head like a slot machine on a lucky Vegas trip. Nothing even remotely similar to what he was feeling now had ever felt this way. From his very few and in between times with girls, he could remember feeling something moist and warm against his mouth. It had been nothing like the scorching heat he felt radiating from Klaus, the strong tongue battling his own, the firm lips catching his and nibbling at them as if the man was driven by some terrible hunger.
He could stay like this forever. He could just get lost in the sensation and care for nothing in the world. Klaus shifted a little, making Jake move along, and pushed the brunet on his back as he got on top, deepening the kiss.
Suddenly, Jake felt panicky. He was not supposed to let the man do that; if Diaz was to find out ... He pushed against the man and Klaus stopped.
"Jake," Klaus called, but the brunet kept his eyes shut. "Jake, listen to me. You are not a kid anymore. You can do whatever you want, do you understand?"
No matter how gently Klaus was speaking, Jake couldn't shake off the feeling of dread he was experiencing under the man's weight. Seeing his stubbornness, Klaus let go and moved away from him. His cheeks ablaze, he rose, but a firm hand caught his.
"I think you should at least show me the courtesy I showed you," Klaus spoke, and this time, the warmth was partially gone from his voice.
"What do you want?" Jake looked sideways.
"A handjob, obviously," Klaus sounded a bit annoyed.
Jake grabbed the man's cock a bit too forcefully. If the blond had any intention to make him look bad, he was wrong. Jake could give him a handjob, no strings attached.
"Easy," Klaus guided his hand and dragged him onto the bed. "Play with the balls a little, too."
Jake kept his eyes down, on the task at hand. He frowned, trying to chase away the sudden urge to just bend and take the man's organ in his mouth, to see how it tasted like.
"Do it how you would do it to yourself," Klaus cooed and Jake's moves became gentler but firmer. He increased the speed slowly, building up the tension, making Klaus's hips rise a tiny bit from the bed.
"You are good, Jake," Klaus encouraged him. "Yes, like this."
When the organ grew harder and harder in his hand, Jake could barely refrain a sensation of complete and utter satisfaction. Klaus sat there, at his disposal, his eyes at half-mast, his lips still moist from the kiss from earlier, his tiny nipples erect, and his entire body taut, strung and waiting for the anticipated release.
A small moan escaped perfect rosy lips, and Jake watched in fascination how the man was coming in long, powerful waves, ropes of white liquid hitting his chest and abdomen. He milked Klaus for what was worth and gathered the last drops with his fingers. Unconsciously, he brought them to his mouth and tasted.
Klaus's eyes grew wide, and Jake jumped from the bed, embarrassed.
"You little pervert," Klaus laughed, still trying to regain his breath after coming down from his high. "You actually put it in your mouth! I cannot believe you are still playing the virginal role with me! Are you sure you have never been with a guy?"
"Never," Jake shook his head while heading for the door and trying in vain to open it.
