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Curiosity
Part Twenty-nine: Different Sides
Jacob's quill scratched furiously across the page. He was running out of time. The hourglass before him was emptying at a startling rate, dripping sand. It wasn't his fault the time for his exam had nearly run out; it was George's bloody fault. George had done that thing, running his tongue along Jacob's teeth when he had kissed him good luck before he left. Anyone would have difficulty concentrating after a snog like that. He'd been fine during the practical part of the test, demonstrating the spells Tarn asked to see but when he had sat down to right the theory, George had strutted into his mind and hadn't buggered off until there was only half an hour left. And it was an important test to. If he passed this his trace would be removed. He had to.
Certain that he would pass, Jacob ducked his head down and sped up the speed of his writing. The test was easy, it wasn't designed to be difficult; it was to simply test his knowledge. Failing would be humiliating and Tarn would never let him live it down. He had to pass, because of its simplicity and because he wanted the trace lifted. It annoyed him to no end. George flounced around the flat showing off with his magic while Jacob had been revising for the test. George used magic for the most menial tasks, just to show off about the fact that he could do it and Jacob couldn't. Jacob wanted his trace removed so he could use magic for stupid and pointless things that would often be quicker if done by hand. But it was fun.
Passing would be easy. He was certain of this more than ever as he looked down at the paper before and scanned through the remaining questions. Draco had given him questions that Jacob knew the answer to in an instant. They still didn't do much actual defence training, the reason Jacob thought was that time often got away from them. They just talked. So Draco had nothing really to put in the test that was relevant to what he had taught Jacob. Jacob was actually surprised Draco hadn't made one of the questions 'Where does the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher reside during the summer break?' That was how little defence he actually knew. But Draco had put in questions about Dark creatures and how to counter them because they had had a long conversation about that last week after Harry and Ginny's engagement.
The hourglass had nearly transferred all the sand and Jacob wasn't stressed anymore. He had finished, his writing was like a blur that had been blurred by another blur. But that didn't matter, it was readable and Tarn had messy handwriting also which meant he would be able to understand it. Professor Tarn would be marking Jacob's entire test. He was just and fair and that scared Jacob because it was an insane fairness that meant even spelling a word wrong would mean he might be marked down. But then again, that didn't really matter either. The only part of the test that had actually mattered was the first, the performing the spells part. And from what he could remember of it, most of his memory of then was hazy because of his thoughts of George and the jolts he kept receiving to his stomach when he thought of that kiss, he had done pretty well. Well enough to pass.
Jacob fiercely dotted his last answer in the test, thankful for it to be over. Just as he pulled his quill away from the page Professor Tarn strode over, pushing his fringe up as he walked and snatched the paper from under Jacob's fingers. He scanned the page down quickly, checking for any questions Jacob missed. Jacob knew that Professor Tarn would be eager for him to pass this test and have his trace removed as that would give him some good press. The Wizarding world were all lying back and scratching their chins about this new Professor who had been at his job for just under two weeks. There had hardly been any opinions on him apart from the one in the Quibbler that George showed him, speculating about the limp in his leg. According to Xenophilius Lovegood the limp in the man's leg was from a charging Crumpled something a rather. Not that Jacob had any clue what that was and he wasn't about to ask Tarn what happened to his leg that made him walk lamely. It astounded Jacob that no one but he and a few others had bothered to form an opinion of the man.
The hourglass was suddenly removed from the table and clinked against the rings the Professor wore on his fingers. He nodded to Jacob who rose from his chair understanding himself to be dismissed. How had he done? He wanted to know. Could he have his trace removed? Would he be able to learn in his own time? He was looking forward to that, George had promised to teach him a few handy tricks that sounded much more fun than handy. He smiled distantly to no one in particular as he sauntered across to the fireplace wondering how long it would take for his results to come back. He wanted the trace removed, now. It was frustrating.
'Jacob,' Professor Tarn's said waving him back before his desk. 'You may as well stay here,' droned the Professor. Randomly, Jacob felt annoyed that the man didn't take joy in his ability in Transfiguration like Professor McGonagall had. It was a random thing to think and he quickly shook the thoughts out of his head, puzzled. 'I will mark this now, it shouldn't take long. Go see Professor Malfoy and do whatever it is you do, Merlin knows you don't learn anything from him.' Tarn's bit his bottom lip and nodded as he surveyed Jacob's paper. 'What are you still standing here for, Jacob? I'll come to Malfoy's office when I've finished marking this, go.'
Running a hand through his blonde hair and trying to take a glimpse of what Professor Tarn was now righting down, he left down the giant staircase. The walk to Draco's office had been confusing at the best of times but now he had the walk pinned down and could probably do it in his sleep. He knew the way as well as he knew the shelves in George's shop, he didn't know what the stock was but he knew where everything was. And that was very similar to the way to Draco's office. He walked there with long strides and he didn't feel in the slightest bit worried about the results of his test. He just wanted to pass. If he'd gone wrong he could have another go later but he wanted to pass right now.
Finally he reached Draco's office door. He knocked once and heard Draco's voice from inside inviting him in. The office was as bland and dull as usually but this time Draco had another desk in the room and it was occupied by a teenage girl scribbling down on a parchment. Her eyes shot up as Jacob walked into the room and she looked embarrassed as she returned to whatever she was doing. Jacob turned to Draco who was lounging back in his chair, lazily scrawling things down on parchment with an impressive quill. The quill was a tawny red colour and it was very drawing, Jacob found himself watching the quill before even speaking to Draco.
'Are you going to say anything or just stand there gawking like a stunned first year?' Draco asked not even taking his eyes up from the page. He must have seen Jacob come in or else he wouldn't have spoken like that. He kicked out the third chair in his room, the one next to him and Jacob sank into it. 'She's on detention,' Draco said pointing the feathery quill in the direction of the dark haired girl who looked up wide eyed and quickly returned to her work with a flush. 'Ignore her, Lucy's nearly done.' Draco looked up at across at her work, and nodded actually giving her a faint smile. 'She's nearly done.'
'That's nice,' Jacob said grabbing at the feathery quill as Draco continued to write and ignoring the girl like he had suggested. The feather on the end of the spike glided easy through his fingers but before he could get really get the feel for it Draco swatted his hand away.
'Working,' he said definitely waving his hand at Jacob's face. 'Talk is fine but not annoying stuff.'
'What do you think of Professor Tarn?' Jacob asked. He wanted to know what other people who had been around the man for sometime thought about him. Tarn was a pretty odd man, he could have one personality and stick with that for a day and then change it completely the next. Jacob had heard of something like that, it was a kind of mental illness. Maybe the Professor had that, but the likeliest answer was that they didn't know him well enough yet.
'He doesn't like me,' Draco said dipping his quill back into the inkpot and sniggered. 'But then again, I don't like him either. But you're the one who has been spending a lot of time with him, a decent amount anyway, apart from his classes of course. What do you think of him?'
'He doesn't talk much, just kind of yells at me and drills me until I get it right. It's refreshing come to think of it. He's not nice though, scary as well and,' Jacob continued, 'he has bad hair.'
Draco nodded his slivery blonde hair fervently. 'Horrible, isn't it? First thing you think when you see him is ... hair. He's got a limp,' Draco said putting down the quill and pushing the parchments away from him. 'Where do you reckon he got that from?'
'Dunno. Did you read what the Quibbler said about that though?'
Draco sneered. 'I don't read that paper, never have and never will. Lovegood completely crazy, no sense in him at all, a completely bloody nutter. I don't care where the Quibbler thinks he got it from. Probably in some kind of duel, Merlin knows the man isn't very likeable. I'm surprised he didn't fire me yet, I'm suppose I'm just so great at what I do, and he can't.'
'What do you say to him?'
'Why do you think it's something I said?'
'Who aren't you rude to?'
'Good point,' Draco said with a half smile. He was getting better at smiling, Jacob noticed. Before it just as a sneer but in good company, he was getting better. Jacob wondered if he'd met someone, love would suit Draco better than most moods though he looked good when disgruntled.
'You were rude to him, knew it. Then I'm surprised he hasn't either.'
'Hah,' Draco said simply and accepted the sheet of paper the student he had placed in detention handed him. He looked it over briefly and gave it back to her. 'Fine,' he said. 'When I set an essay, I expect it done, remember that.'
The girl looked a little affronted but nodded seriously and fled from the room, probably eager to tell all her friends what she had heard the Professor and his friend say about the new Headmaster. Jacob laughed a little at her haste to leave the office, she wasn't sparing any time hanging around after her detention was over. Jacob remembered how it was, he had been given numerous detentions but for nothing less than forgetting about his homework – meaningless things. But he still remembered how annoying detentions were, having to stay after school. It was as good as torture, perhaps in some cases better.
'So,' Draco said shifting in his chair and throwing his legs over one of the arms in the most relaxed position Jacob had ever seen him in. 'Had that test thing?' he asked. Jacob nodded and Draco continued. 'You passed you know,' he drawled. 'I saw it before they gave it to, it's shit easy.'
'Great,' Jacob said with a grin. 'I reckon I passed it anyway. It was kind of easy. Did you have a fit when Tarn asked you to put questions in?'
'A little,' Draco said with a smirk. 'It's not like I actually teach you anything. It would be kind of strange if I did put in the questions you knew the answers too. I just hoped you'd know the answers to what I put in, but it would have been pretty funny if you failed this test. But, hope you don't,' he added dryly with a leer.
'Yeah, thanks,' Jacob muttered.
'How are things with you and Weasley?'
Jacob looked up a little startled. Draco had never asked about his relationship with George. He had expressed that he knew about it but he had never asked or wanted to know anything about how things were going. The fact he had never asked was half because of his stance with Weasley's. Their families didn't speak, respectfully now of course before there had been plenty of rude words exchanged and both the Weasley's and the Malfoy's hadn't forgotten that. The Weasley's who were generally quite forgiving would have excepted an offer of friendship if not a little reluctantly but they weren't about to request one and the Malfoy's after the war were trying to glue back together what little bits of pride they had.
'Good,' Jacob said wondering why Draco was interested. 'Never been better,' he said with a shudder as he remembered the kiss George had given him hours before. His tongue running over his teeth, he could have had an orgasm on the spot if the red head had done it again.
Draco looked at him with a speculative glance and then grinned before hiding his smile behind his pale hand. 'You're in love with him, aren't you?' When Jacob took some time to answer, Draco prodded him with his shoe. 'Come on,' he said. 'I know you are. It's easy to tell.'
'Yeah,' Jacob said rather loudly. 'I am.'
The picture perfect Malfoy let out a sigh and prodded Jacob with his shoe again. 'What's the sex like?'
'Why do you want to know?' Jacob asked not as affronted with the question as he was the first. It was typical of Draco to ask about something so material. He grinned as Draco struggled to find an answer to that question.
'Because,' he said waving a hand about the place. 'Because ...' It was amusing watching his friend struggle for an answer. He was fidgeting uncomfortably in the chair and scratching his head, biting his bottom lip and rubbing his nose awkwardly. 'Curious,' Draco finally spluttered out.
'Got bitten by that bug too, did you?'
'You'd know all about that curious "bug",' Draco leered. 'But what's it like with a bloke?'
Jacob narrowed his eyes and twisted around in the chair to face Draco properly. 'Why do you want to know?' he asked teasingly.
'Look, you better not tell anyone alright,' Draco said, 'but there's this man. He's just you know, wow. I've never noticed men before, but this one ...'
'I get what you mean,' Jacob said. 'It was the same with George when he met ... ah,' Jacob stopped off with a blush.
'When he met you?' Draco asked with a chuckle. 'I'm not surprised. Soft blonde hair, pretty little nose, nice blue eyes, anyone would fall for you.'
'What is it with my nose?' Jacob asked covering his nose with his hands. 'Why is it so bloody petite?'
'Suits you,' Draco commented. 'But we are talking about me here, let's not wander. So the man is just you know, so wow. What's it like, Jacob? What's it like with a guy?'
'Good,' Jacob said and meant it. 'It's good, very good.'
'Have you ever done it with a woman?'
'Yeah. Horrible, I hated it. It's all mushy and wet. They always want to talk afterwards and you just want to have a sleep.'
Draco laughed outright. 'Painful, isn't it?'
'I like men,' Jacob said and nodded in answer to the blonde's question. 'It's better with guys. They feel what you feel, there's nothing better than that. They're more cut, defined than the ladies, it's just better. It's strong but loving at the same time, hot but sensual, tense but caring ... the way he touches me, like he doesn't want to break me but uses careful force -' He was about to continue in the dreamy fashion he had found himself talking when a hand pressed against his mouth and he saw Draco looking at him with horrified eyes.
Draco coughed and moved his hand from his mouth. 'Did you just describe intercourse with Weasley to me?' he asked shocked and looking a little nervous. 'Ew, even thinking about Weasley doing that is disturbing. Don't ever say things like that again!'
'But you asked!'
'Not for a detailed description of your sexual adventures. A generalization would have been fine; I didn't need the full guide through of a night in the Weasley Smith house. Merlin, never again! Do you need a sign over your head that says "Ask with Caution"?'
'Well, what is it you want to know? Be clearer then that!'
'I wanted to know what it was like, not what it's like with George Weasel-bee.' He scowled at Jacob and shook his head. 'That was far too graphic.'
'Fine, drop it, yeah? It should have stayed in the bedroom anyway, you'd of had a nosebleed if I continued anyway,' said Jacob and Draco sniffed lifting his head up trying to look collected. 'Talk about something else. Who is this guy that's so wow?'
'Quidditch player,' Draco said lamely. 'Foreign Quidditch player; has an accent like a god. You wouldn't know his name but he's famous as hell. He's just transferred to the English Quidditch team, decided he wasn't being paid enough to play for his own country,' Draco said with a dreamy sigh. He seemed to like that fact about him moving so he could get more money where as Jacob found it slightly unpatriotic. 'He was a Champion in the Triwizard tournament that was held during my fourth year at Hogwarts and somehow he recognized me and knew who I was when I was moping about bored out of my mind last Friday at Hogsmeade. We've been talking.'
'You should tell him you've got the hots for him,' Jacob said encouragingly.
'But the thing is, I'm not gay,' Draco said in a disheartened tone, his shoulders slumped to reflect this. 'I'm not gay and neither is he.'
'You're just going to leave it at that?' Jacob asked crossing his arms, enraged by how easily Draco was willing to give up. 'Give it a go, come on, Draco. Gender doesn't matter. You can fall for anyone. George isn't gay and him and me -'
'Don't start with that again,' Draco said warningly. 'I don't want to hear about you and Weasley and anything to do with beds.'
'I wasn't going to! I was just, you know, enlightening you, giving you a ... an idea. You don't have to be gay to fall in love with a man.'
'I don't know,' Draco said running a hand through his hair. 'I suppose I could give it ago. See what he says. It's only been a few days and I can't stop thinking about him. Ugh ... it's frustrating.'
'Love?'
'No, infatuation, not love.'
Jacob eyed him shortly and left the conversation at that. So Draco just wanted another commodity, another possession to have a play with for a time while he decided whether it something more or just a good time. Draco was good at hiding what he meant by saying infatuation and talking about this man like that. But Jacob knew what he really wanted from it. He couldn't blame Draco, they were both still young. But Draco certainly wasn't interested in this man for love; he was in it for the sex. Draco stared back blandly at him and shrugged his shoulders like he figured that Jacob had cannoned on and he wasn't going to let it bother him.
There was a question that had been pressing on his mind for some time. The moving pictures he saw around in the Heads office. Who were they all? And what was with the blank one? Ok, make it two questions. 'Draco,' he said looking around is office trying to see if there were any portraits he could ask the question about. There were none but Draco must know of them, he'd either be blind and deaf if he didn't.
'What?'
'You know those portraits, the ones that move and stuff? The ones in the Heads office, why are they all there?'
'There are portraits of previous Headmasters, dead Heads,' Draco said with a cluck of his tongue. 'They always want to talk to you, it's irritating. You go in there and you get a chorus of voices shouting at you, they only talk to the Professors mind,' Draco said instantly realizing what Jacob's next question would be. 'Some of them are quite rude. I don't really know how it works so don't ask me about that either. It's confusing for most of us and when we ask how the portraits know everything about their past lives they don't say a word.'
'What about that blank one?' Jacob asked leaning forward peaked with interest. 'The one right above the desk. It's been empty for a while.'
'It's supposed to be McGonagall's portrait but she never showed up. She just never did, she might have another portrait somewhere that she prefers somewhere else. I don't know. But she'll know there is a portrait waiting for her,' said Draco with a shrug.
Jacob's mind flickered back to the book instantly. The Professor had written the forward in there and there had been an image for her accompanied with it. He hadn't taken time to look at the picture but maybe she was in there, the picture of her that could talk. He fluttered with excitement, did she have something to tell him and was waiting around for him to pay closer attention to the book?
'So, these paintings can go from place to place?'
'Only if they have a frame there.'
'They can go anywhere where they have a frame, even a book?'
'Yeah, I suppose so,' Draco said with a leering frown. 'Why?'
'Professor McGonagall left me a book and she wrote the forward for it, there's a picture of her in there so I was wondering if she was waiting in there for a reason.'
Draco snorted. 'Oh, sure, she has something more to talk to you about? Don't get your hopes up, I bet she's at her family frame.'
'She doesn't have one. No more family, she was the last.'
'Really?' Draco asked. 'Huh, I thought she had some family left. She was always leaving in weekends and some of the holidays for things she called family matters.'
'Maybe there is something more, maybe she was doing something she didn't want anyone to know about until she was gone! What do you reckon?' He was excited now, bristling to the point of over eagerness. He wanted to jump and race back to the flat and check the book but he had things to do here first.
'I reckon you're nuts. If she's there she probably just wants to say hi,' Draco said. 'You don't really believe that, do you? Don't get your hopes up, seriously. She might not be. She might have chosen not to bother herself with us by even coming to her portrait. Don't, you'll just be disappointed, because she probably isn't.'
Jacob stared at Draco was watching him with an impassive gaze. 'If you dish out advice like that you have to take it yourself. And who knows!' Jacob cried throwing his arms up. 'She might be. Maybe there was one last thing she wanted to tell me.'
'Maybe, Jacob, only maybe.'
'Maybe is as good as a yes! I wonder why she's there, and what she wants to say.'
'IF, Jacob,' Draco said strongly. 'If! She might not even be. You can't always expect things to go the way you want them to based on a maybe.'
'When did you get so damn serious? Don't you want to know?'
'Fine, tell me after she speaks to you from a book.' Draco glared at him. 'I just don't want you to be buggered from not finding her there, just looking out for a friend.' Draco sounded like he was trying to undo the words he had said about it because Jacob was teetering dangerously on the edge of becoming angry with him. Immediately Draco's expression flicked to a grin as Jacob smiled half heartedly back. He hated to think it, but Draco was probably right. He should get his hopes up like that.
'I'm still going to look,' muttered Jacob.
'Nothing stopping Jacob,' Draco said stretching his arms out and yawning.
Suddenly there was a tapping at the door and Professor Tarn stepped in, his fringe flopping forward again. He had a sheet of parchment in large hands but nothing on his face to tell Jacob his results. He would have passed, he should have passed, and if he didn't pass ... He would have, as Draco had said the test was "shit easy." Professor Tarn glanced at Jacob and then Draco, stepped forward to slap the parchment down Draco's desk, pushed his fringe out of his eyes and looked at them.
'Been learning, I hope?' he asked before striding purposefully out of the room, shutting the door behind with a snap.
The second he had gone Jacob literally threw himself across the table to grab at the parchment. After his fingers closed around it he sunk back into the chair and flipped it over. One the back of the sheet was his results but not the test he had done. He had passed Transfiguration with flying colours, done alright on Charms (he'd only got a few things wrong and one disastrously wrong) and pretty much aced Potions apart from putting a sprig of Holly in when he shouldn't off but as that didn't nothing to change the desired effect of the potion he wasn't marked down. He had got a hundred percent in Draco's subject.
'Good one,' Draco said pointing to it. 'My excellent teaching did that.'
'You gave me three questions,' replied Jacob.
'Three tricky questions.'
'No they weren't, they were easy.'
'Are you complaining?'
'No! Hell no, it was great. Just deflating a far too large ego.'
Draco shook his head but the sneer like smile was still evident of his face. 'Out,' he groaned. 'I've had enough of you, out, out. I'll see you next time ... Thanks,' he added a little sheepishly as Jacob bade him goodbye.
'Thanks as well,' added Jacob and walked from the room.
Outside the office he looked down at the paper properly. He had done it! His trace was going to be removed tomorrow morning and after 9 he could any magic he wanted without being busted. As of tomorrow at 9 am, he could do magic outside of the school and the Heads office. His wand would finally get a proper work out. Ah, it was a good feeling! He was well on his way to being able to do any kind of magic with just a flick of his wand and maybe a quiet murmur, voiceless magic disagreed with him a lot. He could do magic without a hearing, without being nervous, without being under watch the entire time. Today was a good day and tomorrow morning would be even better. He would go to bed early tonight and pray for the morning to come like a child before Christmas. He grinned to himself as he wandered through the halls of Hogwarts and back to the fireplace.
The shop was full (he had left a little earlier than normal for the test) and bustling as he hurtled down the stairs, beaming with self pride. George was busy helping a customer but that didn't stop Jacob at all, it was just a blip on his radar. He threw his arms around George and pulled the man close to him, snogging him breathlessly and quickly before brandishing the paper at him. He could do magic! Soon, anyway, but he could! And tomorrow would be a great day. He watched George scan the paper and smiled when his face broke into a grin as well.
'Congratulations!' George said to him. 'Bloody wankers though, making you have to wait until tomorrow. Bit harsh.'
'I don't care! I can, or will be able to! It doesn't matter when as long as I can!' Jacob grinned madly and kissed George's lips in a light peck before carefully pushing his way past two people and running back up the stairs to the flat.
He was thinking about grabbing a celebratory beer and swigging it down before going back to help George, the shop was a bit hectic. But halfway to the fridge he saw the book and ground to a halt, just staring at it for seconds. Slowly, he put the paper down on the counter and plucked up the book. What if he was right and Professor McGonagall wanted him to do something that was far too important to put in her will for others to see? He shrugged, and flipped open the cover of the book, flicking through a few blank pages until he came across the forward. He was too interested in the "what if" aspect to care about the consequences of finding out what she had to say to him, But she was hardly the mysterious type, she didn't like tricks and puzzles. If there was something she probably would have told him outright. This kind of thing was completely uncharacteristic of her yet Jacob liked a little bit of mystery, a small amount.
There was a picture of her on the page next to the forward. She looked imposing and was holding her wand while gazing away from the painter with an air of distinction about her. Jacob had to smile at this; she probably had a good laugh after she had seen it. But the picture wasn't moving, completely frozen into the paper. He tapped it with a fingernail; waiting and hoping that she would move for speak to him. He tapped furiously at it for a few more seconds and nothing happened. He had to give up and decide that he had been wrong and Draco was right for him not to get his hopes up. Nonetheless, he grabbed the book and shook it the air hoping for something to come falling out into the floor. A note maybe, just something. He would be happy at this stage if a chipped bit of parchment was in the back of the book that said "Hi, nice weather, isn't it?" It was better than nothing.
Eventually he had to admit that there was nothing there and there was no mystery for him to solve. She hadn't left him anything apart from the book. She hadn't left him an undying message of sorts. Nothing. He felt a little gutted and rather disappointed with himself for getting so excited about it. It was ridiculous that he had hoped like that. But you had to have some excitement, didn't you? For a few brief seconds he had hoped it was something incredible, like a quest of sorts. Now, he realized just how stupid he had been. She was gone, completely and his initial excitement and just been a hope that she wasn't actually gone and there was still a bit of her here.
He sighed, forgot about the beer he had wanted and went to help George.
Hard kisses, soft hands pressed against him as George manoeuvred them towards the bedroom. They had been sitting on the couch, talking about the trace being lifted tomorrow. Jacob had wondered what it like, George had told him you didn't even notice. And Jacob had even noticed it being put on so he wouldn't notice it being removed. Now, they were all hands, clutching at each other as they finally made it to the bedroom and George pushed Jacob down against the pillows and quickly climbed over him. Jacob let out moan at the same time George did as their hard erections bumped against each other.
Jacob thrust his hand between their two bodies and reached down to George's fly and worked the zipper until it came undone. George sat up a little, letting Jacob slide his jeans down his legs to bunch around his knees. He had to kick his shoes off to get his pants of properly. He was kneeling over Jacob when that finally happened. Jacob ran his fingers along the hard length that was level with his mouth. George took no time in pulling his underwear down and running his hands across Jacob's face and hair, fondly though his hands were shaking from oncoming pleasure. A moan escaped from George's lips when Jacob moved his head forward to plant a kiss on the head of his erection. He licked around the pre-come, tasting it on his tongue and closing his eyes in a deep sigh. George thrust forward reminding Jacob that he was still there and for him to stop indulging in his taste. Jacob nodded with a light throaty laugh and pushed his mouth forward further; encasing the head of George's hard on in his mouth. He sucked gently and flicked his tongue around, causing loud moans from George as the man tugged gently on Jacob's hair. One of George's hands had slipped down Jacob's back and his fingers were running along his spine, it was a feeling Jacob loved.
Suddenly George let out a moan that wasn't anything to do with what Jacob was doing. Jacob released George from his mouth with a soft pop and looked up at the man in surprise. The hand that was in Jacob's hair had moved before and Jacob hadn't paid much attention to that but now he wished he had. George was arching against two of his fingers he had pushed inside himself. It was a hot sight and Jacob squirmed, his hand falling to his own erection that was still encased in his jeans.
'What are you doing?' Jacob asked breathlessly. George had never been the bottom before, it was always Jacob. It seemed there was a change in the tides coming brought on by George.
'I want, ah! I want – oh, Merlin,' George moaned. 'I want, ahhhn, I want you to be inside of me ... '
Jacob could have come there and then but George pulled his fingers out from his pucker and began about the task of unbuttoning Jacob's jeans.
'It'll hurt,' Jacob told him cupping his face not wanting to inflict pain on George. 'It'll hurt; it's your first time. It'll hurt.'
'I know,' George said pulling Jacob's jeans down roughly and squeezing erection between his fingers as he pulled Jacob's boxers down as well. 'But I'll get over it. You enjoy it so much, I want to feel what makes you writhe and moan so much.'
It all happened in a flurry. George had reached under the bed to bring up the packet of condoms they kept down there and eased one on Jacob. Using two slicked up fingers, George had reached around and stretched himself a little more before, finally, balancing himself over Jacob. Their eyes locked and George leaned down to kiss him.
'Are you sure?' Jacob asked.
'I, oooh, too late now,' George said clinching his eyes shut. He had slid down over Jacob surprising him, Jacob had let out a startled groan as the hotness had engulfed him. It was a little overwhelming at first, to be inside George. He groaned as George settled himself, completely full of him. Jacob let him become accustomed to this new feeling, he let his fingers play through the soft hair, muttering soft words of love as the red head sat on his lap. He kept touching George's face and shoulders to calm him, stop him from shaking.
'Ok, you can move now,' George murmured softly and then groaned and clutched at Jacob's arms as he pushed upwards. 'Ah, Merlin,' he groaned in pleasure. 'What is, ngg, that? Feels good.'
'Prostate,' Jacob said with a breathless cry as George took control, pushing down against his chest and rising up on Jacob's shaft and then pushing back down.
Sometime later, a sweaty time later, George ejaculated across Jacob's chest and Jacob inside him, filling the condom. George fell across him, panting and shuddering. Jacob pulled himself out of George and let his eyes flutter to a close.
'I love you,' he said to George and softly touched his fingers to the soft, slight damp hair.
'Love you,' George replied kissing Jacob's neck and lazily reaching a hand down so he could pull the covers over the pair of them.
Review please! Takes about thiry seconds and I really appreicate it!
