Kinktober Day II - Dirty Talk/Watersports/Forniphilia (Human Furniture)
Chosen Theme - Forniphilia (Human Furniture)
Fandom - Wolf 359 (Podcast)
Pairing - Warren Kepler/Daniel Jacobi

Jacobi was pretty excited. Usually Kepler was pretty private and didn't bring many people to his home, but some friends from his work were coming over. Less exciting to him was that these friends included Mr. Cutter and Rachel. He didn't dislike them, but he wasn't very comfortable around Mr. Cutter. Plus, Kepler had given him this suspicious warning that he may not want to drink too many fluids, and he didn't even want to know what that could mean. Regardless, he couldn't wait for the following day to come. Until, that is, Kepler came home.

"So I just kind of realized we don't have a living room table. We should get on that."

Uh oh. Jacobi could guess where this was going. His Sir had used him as a footstool multiple times, and he was guessing this was going to end in an advanced version of that. In a stunning turn of events, he was right.

"So I was thinking, 'Well we don't have time to just get one of those before tomorrow.' and then I realized, I have a perfectly good footstool at home that would suffice. That is of course, if you wouldn't mind?" The question was genuine; Jacobi knew Kepler wouldn't just expect this of him. Even though he could, without punishment, refuse, he kind of wanted to try it. It seemed like a fun challenge for him, and he knew he'd get rewarded greatly if he did as he was supposed to.

"I wouldn't mind at all, but I'd kind of like a little practice." Just like that, he knew he'd said the magic words.

"I think that could be arranged." Kepler helped Jacobi to the floor, then got down there himself. Kepler was a pretty hands-on teacher. If he was gonna have you do something, he always saw it as easier to show you what he wanted, and that he could do it, so that you didn't get confused or think it was impossible. Jacobi mocked the position Kepler held.

"I think I can do that. It's not too terrible on my neck or back. How long would I be holding this?"

"I doubt they'll be here more than an hour. They're busy people, and the only reason we're doing this is so Cutter can breathe down our throats, even on a non-work day. So, I'd say about that time. You'd be fully clothed, of course, unlike when you're being my footstool."

"I had hoped as much Sir."

"I wouldn't put you in a situation like that Mr. Jacobi."

"I know. Thank you." Jacobi wasn't comfortable with his body even when he hadn't realized he was trans, and though Kepler kept an open offer, he really didn't want to pay for something so personal with anyone else's money, even if it was his boyfriend's. Besides, with his breasts removed, he flinched just to think the word, he was mostly satisfied. So Kepler just did his best to protect him. Nobody at Goddard truly cared, they were far too busy to be disrespectful, but it still felt a lot more comfortable to not be exposed the entire time, especially when he was going to be on a literal spacecraft of theirs for an unknown amount of time.

"So how strong would you say your back is?"

"Tolerably. How much weight do you figure will be on me?"

"A couple phones and maybe cups. I'm gonna mock the weight the best I can."

Kepler walked away for about a minute as he gathered some stuff up, then Jacobi saw his feet return into vision. "Ready?"

"I think so."

"Remember, full glass of whiskey here. The expensive stuff, so don't drop it." He teased, only half joking. "Plus if you spill it, you'll break my phone and that would get you in a lot of trouble."

Jacobi tightened his abs. "Ready Sir." The weight unevenly rested towards his ass, as Kepler would probably ask the people coming to keep it, so his neck didn't get injured. He then felt was he assumed to be Kepler's phone resting between his shoulders. A couple more things (maybe keys? Maybe a pack of cigarettes?) laid on his back, but didn't really cause too much weight. Then he felt another phone on him. "Is that-?"

"Yours. More incentive not to spill my drink. How much more weight do you think you could take?"

"Hm… Maybe a couple more little things and another drink or two, maybe a phone or two more on top of that? Anything more and my back or neck may cramp slightly."

"Good. Very good. Think you could take the bottle?"

"Of whiskey? Um… Yeah I guess so Sir."

"I'm gonna test that if you don't mind." Kepler walked off and a significant and cold weight went to the center of Jacobi's back. "Feel alright?"

"Yeah, actually. Guess I'm a bit stronger than I thought."

"Good. Now hold it. I'll set a timer for say, ten minutes, and we'll see where you are, okay?"

"Okay Sir."

Ten minutes later a little alarm went off near to his ear, not very loud, but enough that he would've flinched in a different situation. A less expensive situation.

"How are you doing?" Kepler asked.

"Still okay. I might take a shot or an ibuprofen before I start tomorrow if you wouldn't mind just to make sure I'm good to hold it."

"I wouldn't mind either one, but ibuprofen is probably gonna help more."

"Agreed."

"So how's another hour gonna be for you."

"Might be a little rough, nothing too bad from what I can guess."

"Alright, I'm gonna go get my laptop and do some work for an hour, I'll set a timer to make sure I don't go over since you so badly hate my work coming home with me, and see how you feel. Sound good?"

"Yes Sir." It actually didn't hurt too terribly at the end of the hour, but he was definitely at his limit without getting risky levels of shaky.

"So, how are you?"

"Probably couldn't do more than say, ten to twenty minutes without risking the phones."

"Okay. I'll tell you when you can get up." Kepler unloaded the weight and put the whiskey and their phones back on the counter in the kitchen, then took the remaining stuff and his drink off of Jacobi. "You may get up now."

"Thank you Sir."

"So anything hurting?"

"A little tightness in my neck, but no real pain."

"Good. Would you mind doing it tomorrow night?"

"Not at all. I kind of like the challenge."

"Alright. If you for whatever reason need to stop, be honest with me. I'd rather relocate the stuff then have to relocate a disk in your back."

"I appreciate that Sir. I'll make sure to keep an eye out for any signs of pain."

The next day, Jacobi still didn't have any soreness or pain, and when the time came, he was happy to get on his hands and knees and work as a table for his Sir, though he was embarrassed when Mr. Cutter commented on the "nice furniture" when he entered the house.

"Yeah, y'know I think it really helps bring the decor together," Kepler joked.

Cutter chuckled. Somehow Jacobi already expected this near-dominant behavior out of Mr. Cutter. He inadvertently shivered, knowing nothing was on his back, and hoped no one noticed. No such luck though. "Not perfectly steady though." Jacobi could just hear the cocky look on his face.

"Better be." Kepler warned, only semi-seriously.

Cutter threw his phone, thankfully not literally, on Jacobi's shoulder as well as his keys and what Jacobi assumed to be a work phone or Rachel's phone next to his. It made Jacobi a little guilty to be holding Mr. Cutter's things. He almost felt like he was submitting to the man, which made him less uncomfortable than he was willing to admit to himself, though he noted to talk to Kepler about it after they'd left.

The drinks surprised him. Admittedly, he wasn't quite expecting how different the weight would feel when he wasn't warned. Besides that though, he didn't feel too bad when Kepler's coworkers left, besides about the Cutter thing.

After removing his own phone from Jacobi's back, Kepler told him he could stand.

"Thank you Sir. Could we talk about something?"

"Yeah sure, what's up?"

"I… When Cutter was here-." Jacobi was cut off by a knock on the door.

None other than Mr. Cutter was standing there. "I believe we switched phones on accident Kepler." He showed the background of Jacobi in his footstool position. Jacobi immediately turned bright red. "I don't believe that's my background." The tall man chuckled, but didn't comment otherwise.

"I would certainly hope not." Kepler smirked, but gave an apologetic look to Jacobi as he got Cutter's phone. "Here you are."

"Thank you. Have a good night. You as well Jacobi."

"Thanks Si-Mr. Cutter."

Mr. Cutter looked amused, but unsurprised. "Careful," he teased.

"Sorry."

"Not an issue. See you soon."

Kepler rolled his eyes as he turned back to his sub, but Jacobi's was seriously guilty. He couldn't even look at Kepler. "It's fine dear."

"No. It. Is. Not."

"Then I should really stop calling him that." Kepler laughed. "I didn't realize it wasn't allowed."

"What do you mean?"

"Is this what you wanted to talk about Daniel?"

"Y-Yeah." He was a little thrown off by his own first name. " I just naturally-"

"Don't even worry about it. He does that to people. If you hadn't corrected yourself so sharply, he might not even have noticed. Mr. Cutter is a harsh personality, and a dominating one at that. Please don't feel bad for submitting to him. As long as you're not sucking him off when I don't know about it, it's more than fine."

"Thank you Sir."