Jake lay naked in a bath of the moon's glow, surprisingly silent tonight. Only the buzz of the toy in him while he was splayed out on his bed. Breath robbed from him as erotic delight danced on his senses. This is what you wanted, right, darling? When the toy appeared on his bed randomly, while he was in the throes of what he likes to call self-care. Dirk knew him so well and was so sweet, a love letter, until we meet. Lust-filled images of the blonde played in the theatre of his mind, the part of the handsome hero, meeting his lover under the cloak of night.
Muscles flexed and held him, disrobed skin a euphoric drug, making his mind float and his reactions slow. This is how he likes him right? Pliable and without restraint? The toy buried further inside him as he thought of Dirk, it was him inside Jake, not just through fantasy, through meaning. Dirk wanted inside him, that's why he gifted Jake with this treat. Thinking only of his pleasure, Jake must admit, it's better than his fingers. The pleasant vibrations against his button and screams of the one that was not yet his.
Maybe a video? Jake worked the toy in him for the tenth night in a row, this time without the vibrations. He felt the gentle rocking of the toy and imagined the blonde above him. Secret in the realm of mystery, what would he smell like? Feel like? Taste like? Would a southern drawl fall from his lips and fill Jake with the intoxicating drink. His mind fading from a theatre to nothing but clouds, nothing truly distinct, but a ghost of beloved images still held.
Jake has come to realize he's a drooler, he wasn't before Dirk's little gift, although he had finally worked up the courage to give a gift of his own. Last night he recorded himself and sent it to Dirk, how he wished he could have seen the blonde's face. It seemed to have been received well though, a little carnal reply was returned. Dirk said he had an idea a way to have sex, at least symbolically, his likeness and a few tiny cameras. While under construction, Jake makes sure to put on a show, the praise he gets is nice, Dirk likes the way he drools. A binding of awkward hearts that is perfectly weird, touching, loving, and sewn together with words of tenderness.
Dirk finally confesses of his mistake, sending him the vibrator, it was never meant for Jake. He was just too ashamed to admit the mistake, it was meant for himself. Jake tells him it wasn't a mistake, it as fate, the perverted bastard who seeks give them something so wonderful and pure, out of a dirty little misunderstanding.
Notes: Kind of a weird drabble, but I hope you guys liked it.
