Title: It Is So Ordered
Rating: M (Explicit sex)
Pairing: David Rosen/Jake Ballard
Disclosures: This story is SLASH. Don't like, please don't read. Constructive feedback on the writing is appreciated; but no hate allowed, only love. I do not in anyway own the characters - we have beautiful Shonda to thank for them! I'm just playing with these slashy tidbits I'm making up. Thanks too to my kick-ass beta.
Story: Current day, June 25-26, 2015. Established relationship. Several chapters, stand-alone for now. David and Jake manage their way through the week that ends with the SCOTUS decision to uphold same-sex marriage.
Spoilers: None
It was bright and sunny outside. Jake stood in the shadows of the Supreme Court Building, watching the hum in the courtyard. Between the bottom of the stairs and the street, there were a huge number of smatterings of people. The diverse groups, mostly distinguishable by their attire, sometimes their attitude, and always by the signs they were holding, co-existed where they were.
Rarely did any kind of political decision have any effect on Jake. He was a military man turned government assassin. He took orders, knew how to follow orders and his political opinions seldom entered into the conversation. The pending Supreme Court decision on legalizing gay marriage most certainly had the city, as well as the entire nation, buzzing. And it intrigued him. There were constant groups advocating for and damning against the plight. It was hard to ignore.
The vibrato of the topic in he and David's relationship had followed the course of the SCOTUS journey. At first, it was a non-issue. A decision seemed so far off into the future it was of no consequence to them. As the debate heated up on both sides of the aisle, they both became irritable. Now with the decision eminent, Jake felt like they were constantly either fucking each other's brains out or about to come to other kinds of blows. Last weekend they had a stupid fight about where to set the thermostat. He had been cold, so he did what he thought was the logical thing and turned up the heat. David came home and blew a gasket. Jake didn't know why their reactions to each other were so extreme, but he knew he didn't like it.
They attended the LGBT Pride Month reception last night, a festive occasion that drew only the most positive and supportive people. Jake still shook his head when he thought back on the evening. In their bedroom, they had been moving around in companionable quiet while getting ready when Jake ventured a chance to talk about it.
"How is it we ended up having to attend this thing?" Jake asked, as David futzed with his tie in the mirror.
"Because it's my job. I should be there for work."
"You hate attending receptions, and have gotten out of most of them for a year."
"Not this one, not this time." David had been short with him, and Jake knew for certain he wasn't telling him the whole truth.
Jake let out a sigh. He approached from behind and wrapped his arms around David's midsection, caressing his side under his jacket. He dropped a kiss on his ear and spoke softly. "Please. Tell me what's going on." They caught each other's eye in the mirror and Jake continued. "I feel like there's a movie happening between us, I play a main character but don't have a script. I'm feeling left out, David. Tell me what you're thinking."
David closed his eyes, took a deep breath and turned around in Jake's arms. He wrapped himself around Jake as well. "I can't right now, Jake. Can I just tell you it's important to me and we leave it at that?" He was looked at his partner with wide, desperate eyes, imploring him to agree to his request.
"Ok," Jake responded. It was really no question. He dropped it. David didn't really ask for much, and when he did, it was important to him. Jake always gave him whatever he could.
They finished getting ready and went down to the lobby of their condo where a driver was waiting to take them to The White House. They held hands in the back of the car, David not relinquishing until they had to get out. The evening was festive and Jake ended up having a really good time. The mood in the room was upbeat, eternally positive. There was no way to be in a bad mood and not get caught up in it. He let the champagne flow freely. David, he could tell, was present. And that was about as much as Jake could say about his demeanor. He acted as though he was supposed to, almost that it was his purpose to be there but he was still completely reserved. It was as though he was walling-himself off from actually living the experience. He nursed one glass of champagne for the litany of toasts but otherwise went with club soda.
However, when they got home, now that was a completely different story.
On their way, David had held his hand again in the back of the car. But when the driver pulled up to the front door, David barely waited for the vehicle to stop moving. He had unlocked the door and pulled Jake through. He walked with purpose - there's that word again - Jake would have called it storming but David wasn't angry. He was just really driven. They waited hand-in-hand for the elevator, something they rarely did in public, also during the ride until they arrived at their front door. David ushered Jake inside then immediately used Jake's body to shut the door, with force.
Jake had just given himself over to David. He tipped his head back against the heavy wooden door and let all of his senses tell him what was happening. He felt David's lips on his face and neck, he was aware in some part of his brain he was being undressed. David manhandled every inch of the surface of his chest and torso, then pinned his arms to his sides while he nibbled all the way down the center of his body. He pressed his hands firmly in place, telling him to stay, then undid his pants and pulled them and his underwear down his thighs. David's wet and warm mouth enveloped Jake's cock immediately thereafter and he went about setting a brutal pace. He licked and sucked and deep-throated Jake so hard and far that all it took was David running one finger up behind his balls for him to shout and come down David's throat. While he recovered, David divested Jake completely of his pants, jacket and shirt, underwear and socks, and walked quietly with him by hand back to their room.
David laid Jake down in the middle of the bed and stood at the end to undress himself. He had looked at Jake with such a hunger and Jake remembered thinking 'well, this is new'. After David was naked as well, he literally crawled up Jake's body and knelt between his legs. He leaned down and kissed Jake sweetly, softly, almost tentatively. It morphed into a full, deep kiss as his lover shared his taste with him. Jake knew he moaned he realized David had partially sat back up and entered a well-lubed finger into his ass. David continued to kiss Jake heatedly as he fucked Jake's ass with more of his fingers. Too soon, or not soon enough, David removed his fingers, lubed up his cock and entered him. David always did such a good job preparing him that the burn was all-pleasure. At some point once they were joined, Jake opened his eyes and found David staring at him. Uninhabited. Jake felt a little naked for the first time this evening at the depth of David's stare.
"Baby?" Jake asked, curious, not worried.
"Yes, Love,"
"What is it?"
David considered. "It's you. It's always you," he replied, reached down to kiss him again and set about a very gentle pace. Their kisses lingered like the strokes of David's cock in his ass: long and steady, wholly invasive and completely welcome. Jake felt himself getting hard again and knew the exact moment David noticed as well. He changed the angle at which he was broaching Jake and hit his prostate with every one of his subsequent thrusts. Jake urged David on with his moans and cries of pleasure, his hands reaching for David's ass as though he could get him closer. David's pace steadily increased with Jake's cries until Jake didn't think his body would take any more of this goodness.
"Please," Jake begged and with two more thrusts David gave up his seed.
"I love you," David collapsed onto the bed beside Jake. "I love you, I love you." He continued to murmur as they both fell asleep.
This morning when Jake woke up, David was already gone. It wasn't wholly unusual, but after the events of last night Jake was just left feeling confused and lonely. Two feelings he wasn't really used to feeling.
Which is how Jake ended up here at the steps of the Supreme Court Building. It was a gorgeous afternoon and Jake knew David was ending his day here in some sort of meeting. David soon appeared, pushing out the doors.
He saw Jake. "Hey," he said as he approached.
"Hey," Jake replied, reaching casually for his lover. David didn't respond. Jake withdrew his hands and waited for David to speak.
"I'm sorry about yesterday, and last night?" David ventured. "I know it wasn't..."
Jake looked at David like he had a third eye. "What are you supposed to be sorry for?" He took David's briefcase from him and set it next to the pillar beside them. He brought David to him and embraced him. David's body was stiff, but Jake didn't let him go. They were not in anyone's line of sight. Holding him steady, Jake waited until he felt David take a breath, then another and finally David let himself relax into Jake. "That's it, come on," Jake said softly.
David took a very deep breath and let Jake's presence comfort him. It had been like that for all of their relationship. Since long-ago to present day, he found comfort in Jake's presence, his touch, his embrace. He took a couple of additional cleansing breaths and stepped away just a half step.
Jake still held David's waist, keeping him in place and being able to look him in the eye. "So no 'sorrys', David. I don't know everything that is going on, but I know it meant something to you to go to that reception last night. ...And I know that this," and he motioned to all of it before them. "This means something to you. ...and you'll tell me when you're ready."
David went to Jake again, and kissed him soundly. "I love you. I promise. I love you."
Jake took David in his arms and held him again, tight. "I know, baby. I know." He kept on holding him, whispering, "I love you, too. Always."