JBL S2 E6 | Hard Choices

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Author’s note: And we’re back for the last bits of JBL! What a journey you have led me on. I never considered myself a writer until you gave me the confidence to do so, and I appreciate every single one of you. We may have gone from 1000 upvotes to the 100ish that remain on this series, and that’s absolutely okay with me. Thank you for being here from the beginning to the end. 

Recap: Blake gets himself together to chase after Jay, while Louis reluctantly lets Jay choose for himself. Jay and Blake reconnect emotionally after Blake sincerely apologizes for the past and announces his intentions. A jealous Louis finds out that they’re going on a karaoke date and does his best to make his impression before Jay goes. 

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Part 1: Once you love someone....

From Jay’s POV:

I know everyone is going to judge me for going on a date with Blake. 

I don’t know what to tell you. 

Maybe it’s one of those situations where you get it, or you don’t get it. It’s okay either way. I can’t ask that you understand what I mean, because….honestly because I can’t explain it any better than you can. 

That magnetic pull Blake has on me. Maybe it’s just hormones and pheromones and all that biological junk.

Or maybe it’s love. 

Or maybe it’s me being in love with a toxic situation. Haha. Honestly, it could be and if so, I can own that too.

But the pull is stronger than I am, so I am already heading in that direction whether I like it or not. So why am I not allowed to like it? 

Looking at him in the driver’s seat, with the city night lights reflecting on his chiseled face is the exact type of experience I dreamed of growing up as a closeted gay boy. He always looks like he came straight from acting as the main character’s hunky boyfriend from some 2000’s chick flick. I’ve always loved how he always smiles when he’s telling a story and you know he’s reliving the moment so vividly in his head. It used to make me want to be one of those people that he’s talking about. And now maybe I am.

The only part about this experience that I didn’t dream of is that I’m loaded up with his best friend’s seed right now. The slightly uncomfortable feeling is a solid reminder that I still need to decide what to do with Louis and Blake. His double load inside me is definitely more noticeable than it usually feels and it reminds me of how his foot was right beside my face as he shoved his long cock deep inside me. 

It's making me hard, even though I came twice myself just earlier. 

“You excited about our sing off?” Blake beams his smile at me 

“Oh I didn't realize we were competing” 

“You should always assuming we are competing when it comes to karaoke” Blake says 

“I'm not that worried about you” I shrug to tease him. 

“You should be” Blake says with a grin while looking straight forward. Suddenly, his right arm comes out to jab me at my sides, making me squirm and giggle in the passenger seat while bound by the seat belt. 

“No…FAIR…” I say through my giggles. I succeed in grabbing his arm and hug it with all my force. Even then, he almost manages to pull his arm away to continue his tickle assault. 

“I need two hands to drive!” He chuckles playfully 

“Uh …huh” I grip onto his arm like a koala. Finally, he gives up and relaxes his arm. Genuinely tired from our struggle, I relax my grip. Almost instinctively, I lay my head sideways onto his arm. A wave of emotions well up inside me and they’re confusing to separate from one another. 

It just feels good. Like I know him, and he knows me. 

“Thanks for saying yes to this” He says as I sink into his arm. I don't reply.

I haven't been to a karaoke bar for years and the experience was oddly dated and nostalgic. I loved it. He isn't the best singer, but he’s got heart, if you know what you mean. When there's a moment to belt for it, Blake goes for it unabashedly. His energy is infectious and he makes it so comfortable to join him in his ridiculous moments. 

“Yoooooo you killed that!!” Blake beams at me as I finish a song. “I love hearing you sing.” 

He looks at me while learning back on the couch in the karaoke room. And then there it was again. 

The electricity. It was just… happening. 

Our lips crash into each other as I wrestle to get on his lap, while he tries to lay me down. Eventually, he grabs my hips and wins, bending me back until he lays me gently on the couch. 

The electricity is coming directly from his lips, shocking life into every fiber of my body. My hands just know where they are supposed to be, grabbing the spots that my body remembers that he likes. I raise my legs as he grinds into me while moaning softly into my mouth. It just feels as though his body is reacting in sync with mine, because everything feels so right.

“Is this ok babe?” He breathes into my mouth. The room is dark, but the windows are huge and anyone who wanted to look in would see everything. 

God, I'm so fucking hard right now. 

“Yeah” I moan out softly as he bites my lower lip just the way I like it “Just… it has to be fast…”

Blake wastes no time in unbuttoning our pants. Thankfully the pants I chose to wear are one of my looser ones so we are able to pull them down slightly without taking them off. 

He grinds into me, and it takes my breath away. As I tilt my head back, he nuzzles into my neck with his soft kisses. Meanwhile, his hands work on pulling my hard on out of my boxer’s front slit. 

“Oh ...yeahh” We moan simultaneously when our hard members slide on each other for the first time in forever. If I wasn't leaking before, the rubbing sensation was definitely making my balls churn out a steady flow of precum. 

Blake is struggling on top of me, barely able to contain his moans and coordinate his kisses on me at the same time.

“Jay…. oh my god… you feel so …ahhh… incredible” 

And he felt incredible too. 

The pure pleasure his body is creating for me was undeniable, and I couldn't get enough of it. I grab at his back and scratch him through his clothes while he frots us, propelled by his hip movements. 

“Jay…babe…” His kisses are sloppy. Messy. Out of his control. His breath is heavy on me.

“MmmMm” I moan back, experiencing effortless pleasure exchanging between us. He finally gives up on trying to kiss me, and presses his forehead against mine instead. Our dicks slide smoothly against each other, lubricated by how excited we are. His hand squeezes, pushing our cocks closer together.

“Oh god … I love you Jay… I love you! Oh! Oh! OH!OH!OH!OH!” 

I don't know if it was his cock exploding on top of mine, his moans or his writhing, but I was over the edge right along with him. I twist with him, tangling myself in a pleasure induced web of hands and hips and lips and heavy breathing. 

It was when he wrapped his free hand around the back of my head to keep his forehead pressed on mine that I stopped struggling against the orgasm and just let it overtake me. 

Blake breathes heavily on my face as he chuckles a bit.

“That … was …. incredible.” He whimpers and moans. It was. 

He gives me a tiny kiss as we recover from that earth shattering orgasm. 

“I love you” Blake says again. 

I say it in my head, but not on my lips. 

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Part 2: I try my best to keep my place in his heart

Louis’ POV:

Working out has been and  always will be a bit of a safe haven for me. Because when you have to use your whole body and mind's energy to lift something so heavy, you can't focus on any of life’s problems. 

But of course, that only works as long as you’re lifting something. As soon as I put it down and the endorphins finish flooding my system, all the thoughts come back.

I haven't heard from Jay since I left his place yesterday. He didn't send me a goodnight text like he usually does, so I know the date with Blake went well. 

I hate that. 

I open up my Instagram to hundreds of notifications, which has become a little bit of a norm since I've become more well known in the fitness community. 

“I would let him destroy me” 

“Are we going to talk about that swing in his pants when he did the jumping jacks?”

“Why is it looking directly at me!” 

I quickly scroll past the ridiculous comments and messages. Nothing they say really shocks me anymore, and I guess any attention is better than no attention in this field. Well, I would also be lying if I said I didn't wear grey sweats on purpose while filming some of those videos. Business is business.

I flip to the messages screen and skim through the fan messages until one message with a blue “verified” checkmark in particular catches my attention. It's a modeling agency that works with fitness models in New York. 

“Hello Louis, your page has caught our interest and we would love to connect to see if you would be interested in joining our roster of models. If you are interested, please contact us to set up a meeting” 

New York? I glimpse myself in the gym mirror. I can't compete with those guys over there with their perfectly sculpted jawlines and blond hair and blue eyes. 

I ignore the message for now and get back to my bench presses. 

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I should call Jay to see what's up 

2

What if Blake picks up the phone? 

My grip on the bar wobbles and forces me to focus again. 

3

Would I move to New York? 

4 

Blake can't fucking let me have anything.

The anger powers me and I go through the end of my set quickly with powerful movements 

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I drop the bar back on the handles with a loud clang and sit up, feeling the blood rush to my head. 

“Hey!” The gym attendant shouts at me with a stern look on his face 

“Sorry” I salute him without really looking up. I pack up my things to get to my car. I'm staying at a hotel close to Jay's place, and I don't particularly feel like trying out some strange gym’s showers today. 

As I make my way home, I get stopped at a red light. This is the intersection where if I turn left, I get to the hotel. If I turn right, then I get to Jay’s place. 

Impulsively, I take a right to go to his place. He liked the surprise visit yesterday, and to be honest, I just have to know what happened last night. 

I pull up at his place to see Jay getting out of Blake’s car. I get out of the car too, but he doesn't see me and starts walking towards his door. As Blake backs out of the driveway, our eyes meet through the windshield. Blake pauses for a second, gives me a little nod, and then drives off. 

Like your dick would've even felt anything after I pumped those two loads into him. I sneer in my head. 

I hurry to the door to push on it before Jay closes it completely. 

“Lou!” He looks dead tired, like he hasn't slept all night. 

“Hey Jay,” I  say as I squeeze in without waiting to be invited in. “How are you?” 

“I'm alright,” he says with a big yawn. “Didn't get much sleep.” 

“You guys fucked all night?” I can't help my jealousy from coming out 

“No,” he shakes his head. “We just talked. Caught up” 

Somehow that makes me feel even worse. 

“You guys didn't fuck?” I repeat

“No, not really. Well, we had a moment at the karaoke place.” 

“But you still got my load inside you?” 

“Louis… what are you doing?” He looks at me with his tired eyes 

What am I doing? 

“Nothing. I'm just asking” I say defensively instead of something intelligent. I'm kicking myself in the head, but I can't stop myself from spewing word vomit “Why didn't you fuck?” 

“We were in public-” 

“Never stopped you before,” I cut him off.

Jay stares blankly at me and a part of me feels bad, but another part of me wants to know the truth.

“Why did you even agree to go? What do you even see in him?” 

“Lou, I'm really tired. Can we chat later?”

“Is the sex better with him than with me?”

“Lou!” He exclaims “What's gotten into you?!”

“I don't know!” I say, almost shouting. The place is silent after that, and I’m intensely embarrassed at my lack of control. With my eyes looking down, I can feel him approach me.

His hug is what my body needed, but not what my brain needed to hear. I don't think he's going to say what I want to hear. 

I have to do whatever it takes to break this connection they have. Whatever it takes. 

“I want to suck you off,” I say suddenly. 

“Oh my god. Stop Lou,” he says with his face in my chest. “Just…stop,” he hugs me tighter.

“I want to,” I insist.

“I haven't even showered yet”

“I don't care,” I say quickly “How many times did he get you off?” 

“Just the one time.” 

I pick him easily and he giggles while he grabs onto my shoulders for balance. I walk us to the bedroom, where I lay him down gently. I take his pants off and am surprised to see him a little hard despite how tired he looks.

“You smell good,” he says with a shrug. “Are you sure?” He asks while looking down at his crotch. 

“Yeah” I get on my knees and take him in my mouth. It's definitely saltier than usual, but he still tastes decent. I am still fairly novice at sucking dick, but some of my previous consistent hookups had said I was getting better. 

I try to get my mouth to produce as much saliva as possible to create a wet and messy suction while rubbing his inner thigh. 

“Slower…” Jay places a hand on my head gently and I follow the rhythm that he wants “Okay… yeah … that's it” 

I follow his verbal instructions precisely, but no matter what I do, I can't seem to make him as hard as I know he can be. Usually, it almost looks painful how stiff his cock is. 

“Sorry.. just tired and maybe don't have anything left in the tank…” Jay mumbles and yawns.

I take his cock out of my mouth and spit on my fingers. Rubbing his taint, I watch his dick grow a little harder in front of my mouth  

“That good?” I put a little pressure on the spot. 

“Yeah…” He puts his hands in front of his face to cover his eyes. I slip my mouth over his dick again. He's definitely harder now, but probably not enough to cum. I slide my fingers lower to his crack to spread my spit. 

“Lou… still sore from yesterday.”

Good. I bet that was part of why he didn't let Blake fuck him. 

“I'll be gentle,” I say while giving his shaft some kisses. With a delicate push, I entered him with two fingers. 

“MmMm” his cock pulses and I swallow it down again. Almost there. I sink my fingers as deep as possible and search for his button. 

“To the left a bit?” He grimaces between some moans. “Now just a little further in.” 

His cock turned rock hard as soon as I felt the little button with my finger tips. I probe at it gently with my fingers, massaging his inner walls. 

“Oh… Lou…” Jay squirms a bit and I take the chance to suck his fully hard cock quickly. “Oh shit … you want me to cum?” 

“MmmM” I say with my mouth full of his cock. As many times as you can until you remember that I am the one that can do this for you. 

“Okay. Finger me faster,” he breathes out. I do so and feel his back arch, which gives my fingers more to work with. His hands grab my head, and I let him guide the speed while his writhing accelerates.

“I'm getting close. Don't stop… don't stop...”

I curve my fingers slightly inside him. 

“OH! That's gonna make me cum! OH Lou? LOUIS LOUIS…mMmmmM.. MMMMMm” 

His hands shove my head down on his crotch so I can not move. I pause everything and let him enjoy his moment.

“No no keep going keep going..” He mutters and I restart my finger fucking to please him. 

“Yeahh…Yeahh.. oh god… ahh…haha hahaha” His moans transition to giggling seamlessly. His hands are yanking my head off, so I come off to look at him. 

“That good?” I smile up at him, relieved to see his satisfied face again. 

“Yeah. Did anything even come out?”

I shrug. Doesn't matter to me. I pull out my fingers and go to the bathroom to wash my hands. 

By the time I'm back out, Jay is fast asleep on his side. I climb into bed with him and spoon him

“Lou…” He stirs awake 

“Yeah?”

“Can I have some space tonight? I’m just feeling really tired”

Space?

Ouch.

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Part 3: The Final Part

From Jay's POV:

I blinked open my eyes, the morning light filtering through the blinds. I sighed, feeling the weight of physical exhaustion pulling me down like a lead balloon. 

I’m absolutely drained. I’m not going to lie and say it’s not great to have 2 hunks fight over you. So much fucking sex.

But also…so much fucking sex. I’m starting to feel a bit gross at this point and I might even be ready to turn to celibacy. Surely my life is supposed to be more than being passed between the same two guys. 

My head spins with the different possibilities until I get my facts mixed up and upside down. Louis is the logical choice, obviously. In fact, on paper, he might even be perfect.

But the spark between us just isn’t the same as it is with Blake. I don’t know if I will ever feel that same spark anywhere else, and that’s scary for me to even admit outloud. What do I do if I never have that magnetic chemistry with someone else?

Dragging myself up from the bed, I grabbed my phone and pressed the dial button on our long dormant group chat. It’s actually pretty weird to see that the last message in there was almost half a year ago, existing as a little digital time of death for what we used to be. They were my buddies, my partners in crime, my lover and now - the source of my headache.

“Hey,” Blake’s tentative voice crackled through the line. Louis picks up right afterwards, although he stays silent.

“Morning,” I replied, trying to sound chill despite the mess inside my head. “You guys up for hanging out today? All three of us?”

“Uh, sure,” Louis said after a beat. “But won’t it be….?”

“Awkward,” Blake finishes his sentence with a flat tone.

“I would like that to no longer be a thing?” I say. God damn this whole thing is so cringy and embarrassing. I swallow my pride and continue to set up the details of where to hang out. If I don’t do it, who will? 

We agreed to meet at my place and I quickly cleaned up as much as I could. I’m surprised when I open the door to both of them at the door together. It had been a little bit since I’ve seen them side by side like that, and it was giving me major deja vu.

Why are they together? Did they meet up beforehand? Did they talk about me?

“Coincidence,” Louis assures me as he comes in first. Blake forces a smile at me as he comes in too. He’s obviously not comfortable with this, and is uncharacteristically quiet. 

I sip my tea nervously after we sit at the dining table, purposely only taking in tiny bits of liquid so I can drag it out as long as possible. Everyone is avoiding eye contact with each other. I lightly kick Blake’s leg under the table, hoping that he will help me out. Out of all of us, he’s the social butterfly, so I’m counting on him here.

“So,” Blake said, breaking the awkward silence. “What’s the plan?”

“I dunno, man,” I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “Maybe we should finally talk about the crap we’ve been avoiding.”

“We already talked,” Louis says, looking across the table at Blake. 

“You guys talked,” I emphasize. “And we talked,” I motioned between Blake and I, and then again with Louis and I. The awkward silence sets in again. It’s the type of silence that begs for someone to speak up. It leaves a certain desperation in the air that leaves a taste of failure because it is not filled. 

“What if you guys never came to surprise me that night?” I say with my head in my hands

“What if you just put your sex toys away properly?” Blake chuckles while carving the table with a pen I had left on the table.

“You didn’t have to use it!” I snatch the pen away from him. “And you caught me in the middle of the act”

“Can we get back on topic?” Louis snaps a bit at us. I look over to see him looking peeved at being left out of the conversation. 

“Chill dude,” Blake raises his eyebrows and I feel Louis' presence flare out from his still posture. His single raised eyebrow told me everything I needed to know.

“Chill,” I repeat while putting a hand on Louis' left arm. 

His eyes soften a bit but the intensity is still strong enough to make me realize how serious he is. 

“What are we doing here Jay?” 

There was a heavy silence that followed that question. Then I spoke up, voice barely above a whisper.

“I can’t do this,” I confessed. “It’s too much. I feel like I'm dating two guys at once and it's hot and sexy but also what the actual fuck?” 

“Then choose babe,” Blake puts his hand on my other hand. His hazel eyes look at me sincerely. “Choose me.  I will be better. I promise.” His eyes are so dreamy with the wisps of his wavy hair just above them. 

I believe him.

Louis scoffs from the other side of me.

“You have something to say buddy?” Blake's voice suddenly charged with anger 

“People don't change that quickly,” he retorts and looks back at me. “Believe them when they show you who they are the first time.”

“Yeah, believe the guy that goes after his best friends ex” 

“You rather believe the guy that goes off to find someone else to fuck everytime he's pissed off?” Louis scoffs again. 

“Shut your fucking mouth,” Blake raises his voice. He sits up and pushes his palms on the table like he's about to say something else, but he pauses for a second and then sits back down.

“Fine,” Blake says looking down. “That was me. That was me. Not anymore”

The awkward silence settled in for the third time in the room. I'm afraid to say any words that might indicate which man I might be leaning towards more. 

“For what it’s worth, I am sorry man,” Louis says softly, grabbing the pen on the table and rolling it on the wood while staring at it. “I knew it wasn't cool of me to do that. I knew you were hurting. It just … happened and I wanted it to happen…”

Louis looks up at me, “and I think you wanted it to happen too” 

“I did,” I say truthfully. “I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have put you guys in this position. It was just always one thing that led to another but I did feel bad but never knew the right time to talk about it and…” I can feel the words falling out of my brain with no rhyme or logic.

“God damn slut” Blake interrupts me with a chuckle and a gentle squeeze of the hand. 

“HEY!” I pull my hand away playfully from Blake’s grip but he hangs on to me with that classic grin on his face.

“Can you two stop doing that?” Louis’ quiet but stern voice makes us fall into awkward silence again. “Fine. I don't need it completely spelled out for me” 

“No Lou wait,” I grip his arm as I feel him start to get up. “Let me finish.”

I take a deep breath and try to ignore both their eyes boring into me. 

“You're both important to me,” I start. “But like I said… I just can't do this anymore.”

Blake starts to say something but Louis hushes him and nods at me assuringly to keep going.

“I think it's time for me to step back and focus on me for a minute,” I continue. “On school and my work placements are coming up too…”

My heart is pounding and it's certainly louder than the silence in the room during my pause.

“I don't even know what city my work placement might be in, you know,” I finish

After a moment of silence, Blake speaks up. 

“Well, that doesn't mean I have to stop trying,” he declares. 

I look up to my left in disbelief. Did he hear anything that I just said? 

“I heard you,” Blake says, reading my mind or my face. “No pressure. But I'm not going to just let it go unless you tell me you want me to go away.”

“Is that what you're telling us to do?” Louis says quietly.

I shake my head and then nod. “Just … some space. This has become a little too serious and I miss just being … us. Maybe we could just lighten up and…” 

“Spray cum on this floor together like old times?” Blake chuckles again with a sad smile.

“I mean…  maybe?” 

“I might move to New York,” Louis says suddenly.

“What?!” I sat up in surprise. “What do you mean? Like, permanently?” 

“Better opportunities for what I wanna do. I got a message from a major modeling company,” Louis says while looking directly at me. “Undecided.”

Undecided.

“Congrats dude” Blake acknowledges and holds his fist out. With a bit of hesitation, Louis bumps it lightly across the table.

“So…friends?” I suggest. 

“Friends,” Louis half smiles at me, looking a bit sad.

I look over to Blake, half expecting him to be less cooperative than Louis as per usual. 

“Friends,” he says while nodding at Louis. Then he turns to face me.

“You still have that fleshlight?” Blake asks 

“Uh uh. Not again,” Louis shakes his head at us. 

“Do you?” Blake presses me.

Of course I do.