Notes: Heed the tags! Walt is a manipulative bastard and dubcon ensues.

Chapter 6:

He hadn't been able to tell if Jesse had been coming to terms with his new life, if he had lost his mind, or if he was up to something. When it came to Jesse, it could have been a bit of all three, Walter supposed. He had kept a close eye on his young companion, and made sure to watch for any suspicious behavior. They had been getting along quite well and Walter was genuinely enjoying his new life with his partner.

The night before, when Jesse had made his escape, Walter had felt more content than he had in a long while. Curled up next to the younger man, with the silence of the night settling around them, Walt had felt all was right with the world. The fact that Walter Jr. hated him, that he wouldn't see Holly for who knew how many years, that his reputation was in tatters… it all didn't matter. Jesse made him forget who he had been and all of the heartache he might have felt in his old life. The younger man inspired so many torrential emotions in him that made him feel…alive.

It hurt that Jesse didn't seem to feel the same way. Though the younger man appeared to at least accept living with him, he didn't exude a sense of joy at the prospect. And Walter couldn't exactly blame him when he really thought about it. He too would resent if someone took away his freedom. No need to mention that Walt had lost his freedom because of the meth business too, but his exile was more or less his own choosing.

It wasn't as if it was torture for Jesse. They were growing closer as a team. True, they still argued and bickered, and would never truly end (which pleased Walter, though he wouldn't admit it). But Walter knew that Jesse was having a good time – or as good of a time as he could have in the situation. He didn't understand why Jesse didn't share his enthusiasm about their new life together.

Perhaps he was so obsessed with Jesse and his feelings because of the way he himself had begun to feel about the younger man. Every thought lately had been completely inappropriate. The fantasies he harbored had grown more and more sexual, and extremely explicit in nature. Walter had long before gotten over his reservations that Jesse was male. Frankly, it didn't matter. He had never had anything against homosexuals before all this, but had never shared the urge.

Until Jesse.

Everything about his new life could be described that way. He hadn't been a criminal until Jesse. He had never cooked methamphetamine until Jesse. He hadn't felt like he could live without his family until Jesse. And he had never had sexual desire for another male…until Jesse.

So why didn't Jesse feel the same way? They shared a bond that was sacred, a passionate whirlwind of a relationship. Walt could forgive the younger man if he didn't feel the same sexual desire. The concept was so new for himself, and he was much older and more experienced in life, so he couldn't fault Jesse if he wasn't there yet. Like everything else he had convinced Jesse of in their past, Walter was sure his young partner would come around to that eventually too. That wasn't what bothered him. No, it was the fact that Jesse seemed to yearn for his old life. What about his past was so much better than the life they shared together now?

It drove Walter crazy.

When he had discovered that Jesse was gone, he had felt more panicked than he had about anything in his entire life. Falling out of a tree and breaking his arm as a child. Convincing Skyler to marry him despite her reservations. The birth of Walter Jr., a long and arduous process. Getting stuck in the desert without gas, believing he and Jesse would die out there. Planning the murder of Gus and then acting on it. Even combined, none of those gut-wrenching experiences equaled the despair Walt had felt at the prospect of Jesse out of his life.

And when he had found him, saw the smaller man slumped in the bar booth, his heart had swelled with joy at finding his partner. Relief had been like a drug in his system and he had finally been able to breathe properly. For a good ten minutes he had sat at the bar and watched Jesse sleep, taking in the slight form of his passionate and disobedient companion.

The spanking had honestly not been planned. Walter hadn't been sure what he meant when he told Jesse a punishment would follow his rebellion. The idea had formed on the ride home, and the more he thought about it the more enticing it became. It would allow him to take out some frustration on Jesse. Since Heisenberg had been born he had felt so much aggression lately, had been attracted to violence in a way he never had been before. The fantasy of giving Jesse a spanking, of reddening the younger man's flesh while not truly harming him… It was alluring in a way that sex with Skyler hadn't been in years. And not only that, but the spanking would let him see Jesse in an intimate way, without revealing he had sexual feelings for the other man.

And the spanking truly had been perfect.

At first, when he couldn't feel Jesse's tight flesh beneath his palm he had feared his fantasy had been just that…a fantasy that would fizzle out and end up a disappointment. But when he forced Jesse to remove his pants it had been magnificent. Hitting Jesse had been wonderful. Feeling his smooth behind under his hand, hearing the sounds escaping from Jesse's mouth. All wonderful. And the way his ass reddened from the blows made Walter harder than he'd been his first time with Skyler.

But the best moment had been when Jesse turned, revealing his erection.

Perhaps he had been wrong. Maybe Jesse had sexual feelings for him too? It was too much to hope for, but Walter felt the feeling start to expand in his mind. If he could just get Jesse to admit his feelings, get the proud boy to confess, Walt could have everything he wanted.

Tussling with Jesse after he lunged for Walter had been invigorating, as all interactions with Jesse were. Walt had felt himself growing harder from the fight, from the struggle between them. They were like opposite forces coming together in a battle of the ages. A mountain up against a gargantuan tornado. Like Zeus and Poseidon. Lightning versus the raging sea. It was fascinating and arousing. Foreplay with Skyler had never been so invigorating. With Jesse, it was chaotic and messy, a struggle of wills between them that left Walter panting with exertion and adrenaline. With Skyler, it had been quiet passion, a slow burning simmer. It was lovemaking, gentle and methodical.

Everything with Jesse was aggression filled, a tumultuous inferno of hunger. Walter craved the fiery ache he had for the younger man. His obsession with his partner had been slowly consuming him, and now to see Jesse beneath him, fighting with all he had and sporting an impressive erection, Walt knew he couldn't fight his desires any longer.

So he had given in and kissed Jesse, pushing his mouth against his former student with a crushing force.

And now, here they were, Walt grinding against Jesse's prone form as he assaulted the younger man's mouth. Jesse lay stone-still, his vivid blue eyes staring straight up at the ceiling. He looked like he had just shot himself up with their product like he used to, so blown wide were his eyes. Groaning from the friction of rocking against his partner, Walt slid his tongue against the tight seal of Jesse's lips, seeking entry.

The boy's lips were so smooth, like silk. They rivaled the soft skin of his ass, and Walt wasn't sure which part of Jesse was more perfect. And still Jesse didn't fight, lay still, allowing his partner to plunder his mouth. Growing even slacker beneath him, Jesse let out a whimper when Walt finally plunged his tongue into the wet confines of the younger man's mouth. The appendage lay just as still as Jesse's body, but Walt didn't let it bother him. Instead, he ferociously caressed Jesse's tongue with his own, all the while moving his right hand down Jesse's body to grasp at his cock. With slow jerks, Walt strove to bring Jesse's dick back to life. He continued to kiss the younger man, all the while jerking the hard length beneath him.

Just as Walter felt Jesse's cock begin to respond, his partner found his fight again. With a snarl, he pushed at Walter's chest and began to wriggle. He backed away from the snapping mouth before Jesse could bite his tongue or lips, knowing that in his angered state Jesse would have no qualms hurting him. Walt's left hand came up to grasp Jesse's chin, a bruising grip that caused him to gasp with pain. "Do you want to be spanked again?" he asked huskily, looking down at the younger man with lidded eyes.

"Fuck. You," Jesse hissed, stilling beneath him once more when he realized Walt hadn't been dislodged.

"Don't act like you don't want this, Jesse. It's quite…apparent you're enjoying it as much as I am." With a flick of his wrist Walter tapped the head of Jesse's penis, causing the younger man to suck in a deep breath at the sensation.

"Get the fuck off of me, you homo!" Jesse howled when Walter made a move to kiss him again.

Walter gazed down at the flushed man beneath him, taking in the sight of it all. Jesse was sweating with exertion, his face red from fighting. His hair was in disarray, sticking up in untamed patches. Jesse's long and delicate hands were pressed up against his chest, ready to push at him again and again, giving the impression of never giving in. Oh, how spirited Jesse was. He was so beautiful. Walter couldn't contain the emotion he felt for his partner. "Jesse, I love you," he stated simply, watching the reactions to his words play out on Jesse's expressive face.

Confusion was present first. A flash of disbelief. Disgust. A heavy dose of anger. But there, at the end, uncertainty. And that was all Walter could hope for. He could work with that.

Moving slowly so as not to startle his fragile partner, Walt leaned down again and pressed his lips to Jesse. He broke the kiss quickly, pulling back a few inches to look directly in Jesse's eyes. "I'm the only one you can count on. I've been there for you through everything. I'm the only one who loves you."

Jesse hiccupped, a soft sob bubbling forth. Tears began to form at Walt's words, and his partner tried to turn away, obviously not wanting to see him cry. "Jane used you, wanted your money." Another sob from Jesse. "Your parents never really loved you. Only I have taken care of you." Tears began to trickle down Jesse's cheeks, and his body shook with the effort to restrain his crying. "I've killed for you, Jesse. Bloodied my hands. To save you." Jesse began to shake his head, trying to deny Walter's words. "I took on Tuco to defend you. Killed Gus to protect you." Jesse's body shuddered and finally a cry escaped him, a loud, wet sound that filled the small space. "I partnered up with you even when you were a pathetic junkie. Sent you to rehab, got you clean. I've been the only one who sees your full potential."

Walter shook Jesse's shoulders until he opened his eyes. His furious gaze bored into the glittering wet of Jesse's blue, and Walt growled, "I love you, Jesse. And I'm the only one that ever will."

His partner collapsed beneath him, great sobs finally escaping. And much to Walt's delight, skinny arms wrapped around him of their own accord, grasping onto him like a lifeline. Walt hushed and cooed to the younger man, holding him tightly and petting his silky hair. He held the younger man until the tears stopped, still lying on top of him, pinning Jesse to the cot. And after a few more moments he turned his face towards Jesse and leaned down, pressing his lips to the younger man's gently.

This time Jesse did not fight, but it was apparent the uncertainty was still there. Tension was in his body, but he sighed when Walter began to rub his shoulders, a soothing massage to ease the rigidity of his body. Walt's hands moved lower, pulling up at the baggy sweatshirt Jesse wore and sliding his hand across the silky skin of Jesse's chest. It was milky white, pale, but in the attractive way that models in magazines could pull off. Small, tight nipples perked at his touch, and Walter smiled when Jesse moaned as he pinched one of the buds.

He leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth, lapping at the flesh like a kitten would to a bowl of milk. Jesse gasped and panted, and his shifting forced Walt to hold him down with his hands. Licking gently at the erect nipple, Walt bit down slightly, pleased to hear Jesse's restrained moan.

He hadn't wanted to have to go so slow, wanted the same ferocious pace as before Jesse had cried. He wanted to flip Jesse over and thrust into him, feel the tight heat he knew awaited him. But much like he had come to realize, even going slow was enjoyable, as long as it was with Jesse. It seemed that no matter what he did, Jesse captured his attention, had a hold on him that forced an obsession.

Giving the same attention to the second nipple, Walt sucked and bit at the bud until he heard Jesse begin to whimper. Whether it was from an overwhelming amount of pleasure or discomfort from the nipping and sucking, he didn't know, but he let go of the sensitive flesh and moved on. Using his hands to explore Jesse's exposed torso, he trailed his fingers against the smooth skin, watching in awe the red trails his fingers made when he applied pressure. Jesse was soft, like Skyler, but still so masculine. It was a fascinating dichotomy. The hard planes of Jesse's chest rose with his gasping breaths, and his hips dipped with a pleasing 'v' shape that led to the rigid cock below. He was gorgeous. Walt couldn't get enough of the sight of him. He peppered kisses on the younger man's skin, trying to discover every inch of him, to leave his mark on the perfect body below. Jesse's hands scrabbled at the blankets, his hands hooking into them like a hawk's talons. He was moaning, wriggling about as much as he could with Walter's hands firmly holding him down."Mr. White," he breathed, a throaty gasp full of what Walt thought was longing.

"Yes?" he asked after he licked a long stripe along Jesse's navel, eliciting another gasp from the younger man at the sensation.

Trembling from the onslaught of sexual stimulus, Jesse was obviously having trouble forming coherent thoughts and articulating them. He shook his head, trying to clear it, while all the while Walt continued to lick and nibble and kiss at the exposed flesh. He never moved past Jesse's bellybutton, not wanting to scare the younger man prematurely. He was also hoping to drive him wild with desire, until he was begging for any sort of touch to move lower.

"Jesse, what?" Walt asked, pausing in his actions, leaning up to stare directly in his partner's eyes.

"I…I... Uh."

Shaking his head with fondness at the younger man, Walt hooked his arms underneath Jesse and lifted him so that he was settled more comfortably on the cot. Keeping constant eye contact, he moved slowly to lay down next to him. His sharp eyes did not miss the gulp and intake of breath Jesse took, but Walt was bolstered that his companion made no move to put more distance between them. Lying down next to Jesse, he turned to gaze into the watery blue eyes of his partner.

"I love you, Jesse. And I'm going to show you how much."

The trembling in Jesse's body increased, and he averted his eyes, staring at the ceiling. Fear radiated off of him in waves, but he still made no move to escape. Walt hoped that was due more to the confusing desire the younger man felt rather than the threat that still hung above Brock and Andrea's heads. Either way, he realized he didn't care. Whether Jesse wanted this now didn't matter. In time, he would. His young partner always came around, and it was true that Walt often had to show him what he wanted before Jesse realized he wanted it too. He had had to teach him so much. How was this any different?

Moving with sudden speed, Walt leaned forward and captured Jesse's lips once more, crushing their mouths together. A surprised squeak squeezed past Jesse's lips, but he allowed Walt access and didn't fight. Pushing himself up on his forearms, Walter leaned over Jesse's body, deepening the kiss. Jesse's tongue hesitantly met his, stroking delicately. His movements were at odds with Walt, who explored Jesse's mouth at a punishing pace.

Moving his left hand down, Walt grasped Jesse's cock and squeezed. "Yo, be careful," Jesse complained, hissing at the pressure.

"Shut up," Walt growled, but he eased up, not truly wanting to hurt his companion.

"Bastard," Jesse answered, but his tone was good natured, and his blue eyes twinkled with amusement despite the unease that shone in their depths.

Walt looked at him for a few moments and then smiled a dangerous smile, and he saw Jesse's face fall with trepidation. "You talk too much, Jesse." He shifted his body, falling to his back. Fiddling with his belt, Walt began to unbuckle it, pulling at his restricting pants.

"Mr. White?" Jesse asked, clearly anxious with the development.

When he was finally free of his pants and tighty whities, Walt slowly pumped his own shaft, turning to face Jesse, who lay by his side, also on his back. He watched as Jesse's eyes grew wider at the sight. "Fill that yapping hole with this," Walt growled, arousal deepening his voice.

"Mr. White, there is no fucking way I'm putting your old man dick in my mouth." His tone was final, absolute.

An eyebrow arched, and Walt looked Jesse straight in the eye, never ceasing with jerking his own cock.

"Mr. White, please," Jesse whined, realizing that Walt had been serious. If he didn't comply, the threat against Andrea and her son was still in place.

"You can take it slow," Walt murmured, trying to soothe the panicking Jesse.

Jesse swallowed, opened his mouth to say something, and closed it again.

Walter sighed and quit touching his cock, instead raising his hand to rub at his eyes in frustration. With an exasperated sigh he asked, "What?"

His partner swallowed past a lump in his throat, and his eyes started to fill with tears again. "I'm not gay, Mr. White."

"Neither am I."

Jesse's eyes bulged. "Then why the fuck do you want me to put your dick in my mouth?"

Walt sighed again and sat up, leaning on his elbow to look at Jesse. "With you, Jesse, my sexuality doesn't matter. I'm not gay. But I find you attractive. It's a… selective attraction to one man, I guess."

"Well, the feeling isn't mutual, yo," Jesse fired back.

Walt frowned, and with speed even he didn't know he had, had his hand gripped around Jesse's flagging erection. "Then what is this?" he hissed, anger flashing in his glare as he leaned in closer to Jesse.

Jesse sputtered and put his hands up, trying to push at Walt's chest. It was a halfhearted move. Fear raged in Jesse's eyes, and Walt saw him struggling to overcome it. "It's a physical reaction. Doesn't mean anything," Jesse whispered, averting his gaze.

"I see."

Clasping both of Jesse's wrists, Walt pinned them to the cot. The younger man didn't fight, the fear for himself and those he cared about at the forefront of his mind. Walter shimmied down the bed, still holding on to Jesse's wrists as he lowered himself. It was awkward, and he didn't have much strength behind the hold, but he nestled himself between Jesse's thighs all the same. With one last look into the wide eyes of his partner, Walt lowered his mouth and licked the head of Jesse's cock, eliciting a startled cry from the other man.

It wasn't how Walter expected it to taste. It wasn't pleasant really. A salty, tangy taste lay heavy on his tongue. Though that didn't exactly surprise him, he wasn't sure how he felt about it. He had always thought women exaggerated the distaste in giving head. He could now understand why Skyler hadn't liked to give him blow jobs very often.

He opened his mouth and took the tip inside, sucking experimentally. Walt knew what he liked when receiving oral, but Jesse was a mystery. He would have to learn everything about him. Increasing the suction, the younger man gave a strangled cry.

Alright, too much pressure then.

Walt eased off, opening his mouth further and letting more of Jesse inside. A pleased moan rattled out of Jesse and he began to buck, trying to throw Walt off of him. Obviously he was unsettled by how good it felt. Walt clamped down harder on the small wrists, and used his weight to pin Jesse's legs down, refusing to let the younger man get away. He was going to realize this was what he wanted too.

Sucking more firmly, Walt took more of Jesse into his mouth, slightly gagging himself in the process. He swirled his tongue around the shaft, pressing the wet appendage against the cock's underside, running it back and forth to aid the efforts of his mouth.

It was awkward, and messy, but Walt began to get a rhythm going, bobbing his head in time with Jesse's jerks. As he worked his mouth and tongue over the throbbing flesh, he began to realize that Jesse wasn't so much fighting to get away any more, but timing his thrusts with Walter. Walt smiled around the cock in his mouth, pleased with the reaction.

This was what giving head was all about. Fuck the taste. What Skyler hadn't realized was that she had held all the power when she was doing this. Walt understood it now. He could make Jesse come any time he wanted, or ease up on the pressure and make him wait, suspend him in limbo. He was the master and it was exhilarating. His cock grew harder as he continued to suck and lick at Jesse's dick, and Walt found that he quite liked his partner in his mouth.

When he felt Jesse shuddering, his body growing tighter, Walt immediately backed off, withdrawing Jesse's dick from his mouth. The younger man groaned, disappointed that he hadn't achieved the release he ached so badly for.

"I'm going to fuck you, Jesse," Walt growled, sitting up on his knees on the cot.

Jesse shook his head, his beautiful eyes growing wide with fear again.

Walter ignored it, shut down any sympathy he felt. Like an unruly child, Jesse needed some tough love to realize this was for the best. "Either you return the favor and suck me, or I'm going in dry. It's up to you."

"Mr. White," Jesse moaned, his body trembling and beginning to shake as tears began to fall.

"Hush, sweet boy. It's all going to be worth it. You'll see." Walt wiped the tear tracks away, running his hands against the smoothness of Jesse's shaven face. "I love you, Jesse."

He pulled at the collar of the sweatshirt that Jesse was still wearing, pulling the younger man towards him. Jesse continued to cry, but did not fight, sagging as Walt pulled him closer. He kissed his partner lightly, lovingly running his tongue along Jesse's lower lip. Ever so slowly Jesse returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around Walter and holding him close, seeking comfort from the very man that tormented him. It was such a sweet reaction, so like his Jesse, that Walter's heart swelled with so much love and affection for the younger man he thought the organ may burst. He couldn't make Jesse give him a blowjob. He just couldn't. If the idea was so…abhorrent, then he wouldn't make him. Not today.

"It's okay," he murmured, breaking the kiss. "I understand. Next time."

Jesse looked up at him with a confused expression, but Walter shushed him before he could ask. Getting up from the cot, Walter hobbled along the cold floor to the kitchen. Rummaging through the cupboards, he searched through their supplies until he found what he wanted. Thank goodness Ed had left them a few ingredients despite the lack of modern kitchen.

Walt hurried back to the bed, smiling at Jesse when he saw that the younger man was sitting up, watching him curiously. He showed his partner the small bottle he had retrieved, laughing when he saw Jesse's expression at the sight of the bottle. "Olive oil works fine as a lubricant, Jesse. Since you don't want 'my old man dick' in your mouth, this will have to do. Probably better than spit anyway."

"I don't want your old man dick in me at all, Mr. White," the younger man hesitantly answered, looking up fearfully.

Ordinarily Jesse's continued resistance would have thrown Walter into a rage. But he understood the defense mechanism for what it was, knew this would be hard for Jesse. Such a proud young man. He could have patience with this. For Jesse.

"Hush," Walt answered good naturedly, patting Jesse on the head as he scrambled back up onto the cot. "And take off that sweatshirt."

He opened the bottle's top and poured out some of the contents into the palm of his hand. With a smirk in Jesse's direction, he began to coat his own cock with it, sighing at the slick friction. "This will work nicely," he sighed, pumping himself at a leisurely pace. He watched with lidded eyes as Jesse reluctantly took off the baggy sweatshirt and tossed it at the foot of the bed.

Pouring more into his hand, Walt rose to his knees and threw the bottle to the end of the cot, landing on top of the heap that was Jesse's discarded sweatshirt. "Come here," he breathed, looking deep into Jesse's eyes.

Struggling with the will to obey Walter's command and to run from the perceived danger, Jesse glanced between Walt and the door to the cabin. In the end, he scooted closer to Walter, keeping his gaze averted. "On your stomach."

Jesse obeyed silently, turning over and burying his face in the pillows. His body trembled slightly, and he jerked when Walt touched the cheeks of his ass. Walt slid the oil between his fingers, making sure his appendages were completely covered. Taking a deep breath, he began to circle Jesse's hole with his index finger. His partner pulled away despite himself, yelping with a small cry at the foreign feeling. Walt said nothing, simply followed the retreating body with his finger until Jesse couldn't move any further.

Circling slowly, Walt continued to tease the sensitive ring of muscle until Jesse's delicate body quit flinching from the touch. Ever so slowly, Walt started to ease his finger inside. He was fascinated by how hot the boy's insides were. With just a half an inch inside Jesse, Walt could barely restrain himself from pulling his finger out and shoving his dick inside his partner. Thinking about pushing his cock into the tight heat that his finger was hesitantly exploring… Walt's cock jutted out, hardening even further.

But he took his time, stopping whenever Jesse's pants grew louder. Walt was in tune with Jesse's body, aware of any signs of too much pain or discomfort. He wanted this to be perfect for them both, wanted Jesse to want this just as much as he did.

"Have you heard of the prostate, Jesse?" Walter asked, his tone barely above a whisper. His index finger was completely inside the younger man, and he was wriggling it slowly, trying to stretch what little he could with just one digit.

When Jesse didn't answer, Walt rolled his eyes. His partner was always so spirited, always wanting to rebel. "The prostate, Jesse, is near the bladder in males. And it also provides pleasure when stimulated, believe it or not." He continued to blabber, trying to distract the younger man from the situation as much as possible, for several reasons. First and foremost, Walter knew Jesse was a virgin in gay sex and that stretching him to cause the least amount of damage would take a while, and Jesse was not a patient man. Second, - though Walter would never admit it - he wasn't quite sure where to find the prostate and wanted to cover up any uncertainty on his part. Walter had a general idea, as he had studied his fair share of anatomy in college, but he was no expert.

But Jesse didn't need to know that.

So he continued to talk, explaining various functions of the body and outlining what he was doing. After a few minutes he inserted a second finger and was scissoring inside Jesse, making sure not to move too quickly or forcefully.

"Mr. White, would you just shut the fuck up?" Jesse finally panted, turning to glare at him over his pale shoulder. He wasn't crying anymore, but his face was red. Walt glanced between the younger man's legs and saw that his erection hadn't deflated. Satisfaction bubbled inside him. Walter felt an amused smirk flickering on his face and he rammed a bit roughly inside the other man, causing Jesse to howl. At first, Walter thought he had hurt the younger man. He began to withdraw his fingers, an apology bubbling forth.

"What are you doing?" Jesse asked, gasping, his face more red than before.

"Jesse, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Y-you… didn't, Mr. White," Jesse mumbled. It was obvious he was mortified. With a huff, Jesse collapsed back down, once more burying his face into the pillows.

At that, a broad grin stretched across Walter's face. So he had found the prostate. A wave of confidence surged throughout him and he continued, pushing back into Jesse with his slippery fingers.

Walt continued to stretch his fingers inside Jesse, moving them in and out as he did so. The oil worked well, slicked up his fingers and Jesse's insides so that there was barely any friction when Jesse's muscles finally relented, allowing him to move inside without much resistance. When he went to add a third finger, however, the tightness was back. He had to start the exhausting process of stretching Jesse again, of allowing him to get used to the sensation.

But for Jesse, he could go slow. He could be patient.

After a few more minutes, Walt felt that he had done all he could to prepare Jesse. He could barely contain himself any longer. His own cock was absolutely aching, begging to be touched, to have release. It was still glistening with oil, but Walt leaned back and grabbed the oil bottle once more, squeezing a generous amount onto his shaft.

"Are you ready?" Walter asked, resting one hand on Jesse's hip and the other on his back.

For a long time Jesse didn't answer. His body was trembling again. "…Yeah," he finally breathed, his voice muffled by the pillows.

"Then roll over."

His partner's body went rigid at that.

"Jesse, it's alright. Roll over."

Little by little, as if moving in slow motion, Jesse began to turn. His eyes were glistening again, a threat of tears. "Why?" he mouthed, his voice lost.

Walter snorted as he wriggled out of his shirt, leaving both of them completely naked next to one another. Jesse didn't even take his eyes off of Walter's face as he completely disrobed. Keeping direct eye contact, Walt explained, "Because, I want to see your beautiful face. I love you, Jesse. Did you think I was going to take you like some whore?"

There was that spark of uncertainty again, like Jesse couldn't believe Walter really loved him. Walter reached up and pulled at Jesse's shoulder, helping him onto his back. Leaning down, he captured his lips in a frantic kiss, their tongues meeting in a rush, though Jesse's was certainly less enthusiastic.

With the distraction of their kiss keeping Jesse occupied, Walter began to position himself at Jesse's entrance, pushing delicately. He moved his hips slowly, at odds with the furious duel his mouth was engaged in. His partner's hands scrabbled on his bare back, his blunt nails digging into his skin as he groaned with the discomfort of the thick cock entering him. Walt continued to push, slowly, slowly, slowly. The tight heat of Jesse encased him inch by inch, drawing a deep and guttural growl from deep in his throat.

He had known it would feel good, but he didn't know it would feel this good. It was the best sensation he had ever experienced. "Oh Jesse," he breathed. He seated himself fully, enveloped completely by the younger man's body. Walt wasn't one for theatrics, but with the pleasure that was filling him, that was bubbling inside him, he would almost say the euphoria zinging straight to his head amounted to an otherworldly experience. It was absolutely incredible.

Remaining still for a few moments, reveling in the feeling, Walt tried to even out his breathing. Jesse panted beneath him, trying to adjust, moving himself ever so slowly to more firmly rest on his back and brace himself, his feet planted beside Walter. He was smart enough to know that Walt wouldn't be able to hold himself back much longer, would begin to move quickly and brutally, reaching for release with all of his strength. Oh, his Jesse. He was so perfect.

When both of their breathing finally slowed, when the heat between their sweat slicked skin began to cool, that was when Walter started to move. He started at a leisurely pace, thrusting in and out of Jesse with slow strokes. Jesse grunted after each thrust, his discomfort returning as Walter moved. He didn't say anything, however, simply lay still, trying to accommodate Walter with quiet grace. He tried, he really did, to remain moving at a pace Jesse could more easily get used to. But as he continued to move, as Jesse's deep heat enveloped him, squeezed more tightly on his length, Walter felt himself begin to move faster. His hips snapped forward, plunging deeply inside Jesse, chasing his release.

Animal instincts clouded his mind, and Walt was blinded by the pleasure. It wasn't until he truly focused on Jesse's silence that he began to internally berate himself. Though Jesse didn't resist, he also wasn't moaning in pleasure. His own hips didn't snap up to meet Walt's, wasn't chasing his desires like his older partner was. Walt stilled before shifting, trying to angle his thrusts in the direction that he had found Jesse's prostate in. "Touch yourself," he murmured, leaning forward to kiss Jesse again, delicately flitting against the boy's lips.

With a shaking hand, Jesse leaned down and grasped his own cock, encasing it in a dry grip. Walt's spit had dried up, but it didn't stop Jesse from pumping his length with quick and efficient strokes. He grit his teeth at the touch, his eyes fluttering shut. Walt began to thrust again, shifting his hips and fixing his angle until a startled gasp escaped Jesse's mouth. His eyes flew open, stared at Walter in surprise. A pleased grin lit up Walt's face, and he struck again, using the same angle. The identical gasp from before gushed out of Jesse's mouth, and his cheeks grew a deeper red when he saw Walt's self-satisfied smile. "Shut up, Mr. White," he spat out in between huffs as Walter began to steadily move again.

"I didn't say anything," he answered, his smirk deepening. He leaned down and more firmly grasped Jesse's hips, snapping forward with as much force as he could muster.

"Fuuuuuuuck," Jesse moaned, throwing his head back at the sensation.

Saying no more, Walt began to thrust in earnest, picking up the rhythm he had been using before. Jesse lay beneath him, finally whimpering and moaning with pleasure, his own hand still gripped around his shaft and pumping steadily. His fair face was red from the exertion of meeting Walt's thrusts, and also with what Walt figured was lingering embarrassment over the situation. No matter. At least he was finally enjoying himself.

It was drawing to a close far too soon. As he continued to plunge into the young and nimble body beneath him, Walt could feel himself tightening, his release becoming imminent. Jesse too seemed to be close, if his low pitched growls were anything to go by. "Jesse," Walter breathed as he felt his body let go, emptying himself into his partner. Walter slumped as he came, his hips slowly stilling as he completed. Beneath him, he could feel Jesse frantically working himself, still chasing his own orgasm.

Reaching down, Walt batted Jesse's hand away and gripped the younger man's cock in his hand, pumping it himself. Jesse sighed, lying back, enjoying the stimulation from another hand that wasn't his own. "Come for me, Jesse," Walter murmured, kissing the boy's lips gently. Moments later Jesse finally cried out and Walter felt the younger man's body tense up as he came. Shuddering with his orgasm, come shot into Walt's hand and dribbled down. Jesse sagged back against the cot when he finished, sleepily looking up at Walter, who still hovered above him.

Walter smiled warmly down at the younger man and kissed him languidly. He ignored the way that Jesse tensed and shied away. Now that they were sated, that the passion was muted, Jesse was extremely self-conscious again. It would take time for Jesse to accept the new aspect of their relationship, Walt knew. So he excused him and flopped down beside his partner, grabbing at the blankets at the foot of the cot, knocking Jesse's sweatshirt and the olive oil bottle to the ground.

"I love you, Jesse," Walter whispered, wrapping his arm around the smaller man and holding him close, covering them both with the blankets he had grabbed.

He knew he didn't need to remind Jesse not to try and escape again.