JBL S2 E5 | All is Fair Game

Everyone is over the age of 18 

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Welcome to Story Arc 5!

Recap: Blake confronts Louis over his new relationship with Jay and their friendship is fundamentally changed forever when neither is willing to let go of Jay. Louis discusses with Jay the return of Blake and what that means for the two of them. Seeing that Jay is undecided, Louis tells Jay to go home and think about it. 

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Part 1: I get ready to win back my boy

From Blake’s POV:

6 AM.

That’s the time my eyes automatically opened. Getting up immediately, I shake the hair out of my eyes and fumble for my headphones on the nightstand. Once they’re on, and the music is blasting, I put on my gym clothes and throw on a baseball cap to keep my hair out of my face.

Bumping into Louis at the gym - now that would be awkward. But not impossible, given that this is the gym we both go to…well we signed up for together. He usually goes after dinner though, so I doubt he will be there at this godforsaken hour.

I’m really glad that I chose to come here so early. The gym had become a foreign place to me, and it got more and more daunting with each passing day that I didn’t come. The one-day breaks turned into weeks and then into months. Now it’s been far too long. I look at myself in the wall of mirrors and lift up my shirt a bit.

Not that bad, I say to myself as I try to flex my abs. I mean, I’m going to have to do better than this if I’m up against muscle man himself. I open up the music app and flip until I find a song that motivates me. 

Game time. 

No pain, no gain right? I try to keep my goals in mind as I struggle through my workout.

The workout was absolutely horrendous. I felt like throwing up half the time, and the other half I was sweating so much it stung my eyes. I sit on the floor mat after my last pushup and stare at the drenched mess looking back at me. Not good dude. 

ping!

The sound of my phone makes me turn my head towards it. I had left it on a free bench while I worked out on the floor. From the notification, I can see it’s the number of that blond guy I fucked, but I never saved his number to my contacts.

Teddy? Todd? Trey …maybe… It starts with a T anyways.

I open the message anyway to his “Hey, how’s it going?”

“Hey, good. Just at the gym” I text back quickly and place down the phone. I shake out my damp hair for a second while staring at myself in the mirror again. I really need a haircut. And a shave. 

ping!

“Pics or it didn’t happen” 

I chuckle a bit at the phone screen. Who says that still? I press the camera icon and take a mirror selfie to send to him. I watch the message get read immediately and he begins to respond.

“Hot. Love the sweat stains” 

Yeah, he wants it. He definitely wants it. 

ping!

“Whoa..” I quickly turn off the phone screen when the picture loads. I look around the fairly empty gym. Thankfully it is still early and not during a time when guys are hovering over you to use the equipment next. 

Because that picture was not what I would want the average gym bro to see. 

I unlock my screen again and lower the screen brightness. His ass pulls all my focus like it did the first time I saw it. He’s wearing some type of neon green ...man's lingerie? His bare cheeks are perfectly outlined by the bright green fabric. My eyes follow the arch of his back up to his bright, blond hair and his intense, blue eyes. Even through the picture, his gaze is hauntingly piercing. He might be in some kind of public bathroom, given the stall-like structure he was leaning on to take the photo. 

ping!

My eyes widened at the incoming video. A smooth and shiny hole is lit up by a phone’s flash. I click on the play button and watch cum leak out of his hole and onto the bed. Some guy’s hands spread open his cheeks, letting me see his hole twitch as white liquid escapes the winking hole. 

“Holy fuck!” I text back. My boner is hella obvious in my gym shorts, and I’m once again glad that there’s not a lot of people here. 

“Just missing your cock” he says. His name is Trevor. The name comes suddenly to my head.

“You’re waking him up” I sext back, feeling my hard-on bouncing at how much he wants me. I’ve always liked it when girls were desperate for me, and doing whatever it took to get my attention. Boys were no different.

“Show me.”

I look around the gym again. Satisfied that there’s no one close by, I aim the phone at my crotch, filming a short video of my bulge moving as I flex my erection. I send it to him, knowing that he’s going to love it. Of course, he replies right away.

“Come fuck me daddy” 

My cock throbs again. He was good at riding cock, and you can just see it in his eyes that he could take a rough pounding. Last time he was in control, but he’d be a pretty shade of red when I force him to touch his ears with his knees. I’m sure that pretty ass would get red too if I gave him a couple slaps. 

I adjust my hard-on so that it’s in one of the legs of my shorts. Hiking up the shorts a bit, and pulling the tip out of the compression shorts. I snap a photo for him.

“I want to milk you again” His quick responses leave me no time to put down the phone.

“Yeah?” 

“I’d milk so many loads out of you into me. I want to feel you inside me for days afterwards”

My cock is throbbing undeniably at the hot conversation. If the bright lights of the gym were not so obvious, I might have already started touching myself to it. 

“I’d let you use my ass the way you want to…. after the 3rd round” 

I start to text back all the dirty nasty things I want to do to him. All the fantasies I’ve had about other men but never got to try. All the things I felt like Jay was too good to do too. All the frustration I’ve had that I want to take out on him until he earns my load like the little slut he is.

My cock can’t stop pulsing as I type, making a very obvious moving tent in the black shorts. He’s going to get it good for teasing me in public like this.

“How many sets do you got left?” Some guy asks me and I snap out of my fantasy. I get up and pick up all my things.

“All yours, brother” I nod at him before heading to the empty pec fly machine and sitting down. I re-read the long text that I typed out. Reading it feels strange, and I almost don’t remember typing all that out even though it happened just moments ago.

“Free now…” Trevor texts me. 

I look at myself in the mirror, catching myself in a goofy grin. My expression changes as I stare at the man across from me. 

What the fuck are you doing? Don’t you want to win Jay back? Stop fucking wasting your life away with a short-term fling, that always gets you in fucking shit and makes everyone fucking hate your guts.

I push my hair back out of my face as my cheeks burn from the awful feeling coming from my stomach. God damn I need a haircut.

“Well?” Trevor pings me again. 

“Sorry, no. I had a good time last time, but I can’t meet up again. I’m really sorry about that.”

I watch him start typing and stop typing, only to start again.

“K” 

I look at myself in the mirror again, simultaneously guilty that I almost went through with it, and relieved that it’s over now. A shower will be good. And a haircut. 

It’s game time

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Part 2: I meet up with my ex

Blake’s POV:

I was relieved when Jay responded to my text and said he’d hang out with me. His wording sounded a bit…cold…but he didn’t say no. He could’ve said no. 

Fuck, it feels like I’ve been sitting in the car for half the day already. My legs are antsy to start moving, and no songs feel right to listen to. So, I sit in silence instead and watch the trees zoom past me as I drive, anxiously tapping at the steering wheel. 

It’s going to work. It has to work.

Pulling up by the pier is such a strange feeling. So many good times here, and one very bad time. Everything looks the same, from the frayed railing along the edge. To the quiet people that stroll calmly along the water with their dogs.

And there he is, wearing a plaid shirt over a grey t-shirt. His hair ruffling in the water breeze is oddly reminiscent, but his hair is a lot shorter now than the last time. I walk up until I meet him face to face.

“Hi Jay” 

“Hi Blake” he gives a little smile up at me. I should hug him. No, that’s weird. Don’t touch him. Just…

“This is weird, isn’t it?” Jay says, smiling shyly.

“What is?”  My heart is pounding nervously. Fuck, I miss the times when it was so easy between us. Effortless chemistry. I always thought I knew how to make him laugh. But maybe, the truth is he knew exactly how to make me feel funny. 

“Being here” Jay waves his hands around “In this exact spot” 

“Yeah maybe” I nod “Iunno. Seems right too” Jay makes a face at me in response. A cute face.

“What!” I exclaim.

“Trauma. Seriously.” He rolls his eyes, and I take the chance to dramatically flip my wavy hair in the wind for him. “STOP!” 

“Just got this new haircut too” I flip my hair the other way and flash him a smile. 

“Yeah, I noticed” 

Fuck, I love him.

We decide to walk away from the pier and into the neighborhood. When a couple with a baby stroller gets up from a bench and walks away, we take their place and sit down. I feel the need to be the first one to say something, so I start, but get interrupted by a dog barking from a distance. Then, it was too late because I could tell Jay was getting ready to make a speech. He always makes the same expression when he’s about to say something, like he’s going to explode if he doesn’t get it out of him.

“So…Louis and I…” Jay says, while the dog continues to yap in the background. “Um…Louis and I…I know that it wasn’t right for me to…”

Finally, the dog shuts up and I can focus on Jay’s voice. His face is flushed and his fingers are tugging at his pants nervously. 

“It’s okay,” I whisper. I mean, I hate that they were spending so much time together. Time that could’ve been ours. Lost time that we can never get back. The feeling does sting, but the anger is washed over mostly by sadness. 

“We could’ve at least talked to you about it-”

“I told my mom I’m gay” I interrupt him. I watch his eyes widen considerably, and his jaw literally drops. If it wasn’t going to ruin the moment by taking a picture, I would’ve. His expression was priceless.

“Seriously?!” He exclaims loudly.

I nod at him with a little smile. 

“How’d she take it? And your dad?!” 

“Well… She-”

“Blake, I’m so proud of you!!” Jay interrupts me excitedly. His beaming smile radiates from his face, and I swear to god I might cry here in public if he doesn’t calm down soon. 

“Mom took it great. She said she loves me no matter what.” My voice cracks and I forget about trying to hold my tears back. A couple roll down my face and I swipe them away quickly. “Pops, I haven’t told yet. You know how he can be. I just need to figure out how to say it first.”

Jay nods at me, fully turning his body on the bench to face me. I turn my body towards him too, and reach out to his hands on his lap. 

“Can I?” I whisper, while blinking another tear out of my eye. I scrunch my left shoulder to wipe the tear on my shirt, while keeping my hands extended. He looks down at my open palms and then back up at my face. I keep my hands out, focusing on making them shake less.

My body sighs in relief when he puts his hands on top of my palms and I close them to grasp them. His fingers are cold as per usual, but they feel so good in my hand. The energy transfer between us makes my heart race and my palms sweat. I’ve missed him. I’ve missed him so much.

“Babe… sorry… Jay” I muster all the courage I have “I’m sorry” 

His eyes make me want to cry again, but I know I have to get these words out while I have the chance. 

“I know I hurt you.” Ah fuck it. I let the tears roll down my face endlessly. “I didn’t know who I was…and maybe I still don’t.”

The tears falling from his eyes are not helping at all. But for a moment, it’s like the whole neighborhood froze around us. While the other pedestrians continued to walk in front of us, or opened their mailboxes, or drove past, my eyes only saw him. 

“I might not know who I am, but I know I am better with you” I continue “And it’s not your job to fix me, I know…” He chuckles at my words through his tears “...but if you are open to the job…” 

I leave my sentence hanging, hoping he would save me by finally taking the conversation from me. I’ve never been good with speeches and this one was no different. His watery eyes stare into me while I rub his hands in mine. I can feel the heat of my skin leaving and going into him and warming him up. He’s not going to finish the conversation for me.

“I love you Jay” I say looking directly into his eyes while squeezing his hands “I'm sorry I messed it up” 

Jay stays silent for an excruciatingly long moment, then pulls his hands from mine, leaving me with a horrible ache in my heart. He goes to his bag and pulls out some tissues, which he uses to wipe his face before passing the package to me. I do the same thing, then lean my body on the uncomfortably hard park bench. 

Is he going to say anything? 

“The job of fixing you… how much does that pay?” 

I snort a bit from the surprise. “It's a volunteer position” 

“Pass.” He says without blinking.

“Fine! But I don't have any money to pay you.” I reach over to squeeze his knee “Just think of me as your..intern. I'll make your breakfast and your tea to pay my debt” 

Some middle-aged man walks by us and clearly stares at my hand on Jay’s knees. I ignore the nagging feeling at the back of my head and focus on Jay. 

“What do you say? Am I hired?” I squeeze his knee again 

Jay looks thoughtfully at me for a second, and I can almost see all the thoughts racing behind his eyes. He's always been an over-analyzer, and I know he's thinking about all the probability that this could work out or not work out. 

“Probation period.” He smiles gently up at me “But not intern. Friend.” 

“I will accept this job” I beam up at him, with my soul filled with genuine hope. I push on his knee with my hand for some leverage as I get up from the bench. His head follows me as I rise above him, but I sneak in a quick peck on his forehead.

“Friends!” Jay exclaims as he rubs his forehead. 

God, even that reminds me I love him.

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Part 3: I seed him before someone else can.

Jay’s POV:

I had almost forgotten how handsome he really was. The way his hazel eyes sparkles in the sunlight, and how the wind always seems to catch the best side of his hair to create a cinematic romantic look. Some people just have it, don’t they? That thing that makes them undeniably attractive.

I’ve missed his hands on mine. 

Do people change?

It seems like he’s changed. Something about the look in his eyes is different now. Before, he had a careless “fuck all” glimmer in his eyes, and I loved it. I mean, all the girls did too. But there’s something else in his eyes now too…a type of depth that I didn’t see in him before. 

And how can I not melt when he’s looking right into my soul and apologizing for what he’s done and telling me he loves me? Do you really expect me to just turn the other way?

This is Blake we’re talking about. 

I loved him. I really loved him. I don’t know if I could ever be with him again, or even if things could possibly work out if we were together. I’m not stupid either. I know he’s fucked shit up, but honestly, I can’t sit here and pretend to be a saint either. 

I want him to do well and have the best life he can have. I want him to have all the things he said he wanted during our late-night talks in bed. You know, that kind of night where neither of you want to let each other fall asleep, because you’re worried about sleep stealing away the magical moments you have with each other. I want him to own all the talents that he has and make the most of them. 

I love him. I might always love him. 

But in the “you’re my future husband” way? I don’t know. Despite everything I heard from him today…I just don’t know. 

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Louis’ POV:

I can’t stop pacing the basement while I toss a tennis ball up and down.

I’m sure Blake’s already been up at Jay’s place. He’s probably pulling out all the stops to get into Jay’s brain. I can’t just sit here like a dumbass and wait for them to fall in love with each other again. I did that the first time. 

To be honest, the look in Blake’s eyes during our talk haunts me. I have wished every night since then that we just got into a real fight out there on the street. That would’ve been simpler, and Jay would have known that Blake hadn’t changed in the slightest behind this “I’m a new man” disguise. I grab my keys to start driving there. 

The sun is just setting as I get there. His car is in the driveway, so I know he’s home. I take my phone out to text him to let him know I’m here, just in case he’s busy. I stop myself before I press send, reflecting on what I’m trying to say. 

Blake wouldn’t text. 

I get out of my car without pressing send and go up to knock on the door. Jay opens the door wearing a white tank and a pair of his nicer pants. From the looks of it, he had just finished showering and is getting ready to go out again. 

“Lou! What are you doing here?” 

“Giving you a surprise” I tilt my head a bit and smile at him. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah! I’m just getting ready to go out though” he says as he steps aside and I come in “to…oh...”

The “oh” was more than enough for me to know what was happening. 

“Where are you two going?” I ask, almost spontaneously from jealousy. “Out of curiosity” I add. 

“Um…karaoke”, Jay says awkwardly. He’s obviously so uncomfortable to be in this situation right now.

Well, he put himself here. I mentally shrug as I process the situation in front of him. So Blake is playing the music angle. I can’t compete on that, and I’m sure Blake was counting on that. Fucking asshole. Probably hoping to get laid tonight too. 

The idea flashes in my head, and my adrenaline acts on it. I walk quickly towards Jay in the tight hallway, and he instinctively backs up as I rapidly approach him, bumping into the wall. I push up against him to pin him against the wall and accidentally make him turn off the lights when I push him into a switch. 

I can hardly make out his features in the dimmed hallway. But I can smell him, all fresh from the shower with his hair smelling like his shampoo. I can hear his breath changing, and his body reacting to me as my lips hover his.

I lift both arms and place them on the wall above his head.

“oh….fuck…” his moans are electrifying to me as he takes in a big inhale of my scent. That’s right baby. Get a good whiff.

I push on his nose with mine, hinting for his head to come up a bit. He does and I kiss him, letting him know how much I want him right now. 

“Lou…..oh fuck…” he moans as I grab his crotch through his nice pants. I’m going to have to ruin these before tonight “Lou… I have to…go” he says between my kisses.

I back up a bit from him, and reposition my arm so my pit is closer to his face. With my other hand, I guide the back of his head so that he leans forward to it a bit. His eyes focus on my pit hair and I push his head even closer.

As soon as his nose touches the hair, I can feel his resolve weaken. His head stays there, even when I remove my hand from the back of his hair. As he sniffs me, I reach down with my free hand to massage his crotch. 

He’s rock hard, as I expected him to be. 

“We’re going to take care of this before you go”, I say to him while rubbing him. His whimpering and sniffing in my pit is really turning me on. I just love it when he’s submissive like this. “Now suck me and get me wet”

When he starts to get on his knees, I take the chance to take off his white tank. By the time I found a good place to throw the piece of clothing, Jay was already taking off my pants and underwear. 

“Ahhhhh” I breathe out a deep exhale as his warm mouth encircles my hard dick. “Oh….Oh yeah….” I look down to see him rubbing himself through his pants while sucking me off. I think me taking control like this is really turning him on.

I grab his head gently and face fuck him slightly, purposefully keeping some of my dick out of his throat. I can see him getting more frustrated as he tries to make a lunge to get the base of my cock inside him.

“You want it baby?”

“mMmm” he says as I slide my length in and out of his mouth. 

I push forward and force his head to slam against the wall with a thud, shoving the rest of my cock in him. 

“MMmmm” he sputters and I keep my cock deep inside him. Holding it for another couple seconds, before pulling out completely. I watch the line of saliva connect my dick head and his lips. 

He’s really jerking off now, with his hand deep inside his pants. A little wet spot has formed at the crotch of his pants, visible even in the darkened hallway. Jay, always the leaker. I’ll let him keep sucking. I want that wet spot to be big enough that he can’t wear those pants out. 

Not that I feel like I need the help right now, but him sucking will make my cock harder and wetter, which means I can fuck him even harder after. I close my eyes and lean my upper body on the wall as he services my cock and balls. 

After a while, I pull him up and am incredibly satisfied with the large wet spot in front of his pants.

“Whoops”, he says with a sinfully guilty look

“Whoops” I shrug and kiss him again. My hands are at his waist, and I know I can’t hold myself back much longer. I turn him around to face the wall. I take off my tank and throw it on the ground next to our feet. 

The first penetration is always intense but getting sucked for so long beforehand is doing something else to me. My dick slides in fairly easily because of how hard and wet I am. He wants me, and his muscles are relaxed to show me that. I sink deep into him, pushing my entire length inside him while our moans sync up. I kiss his neck as I spear through him, and feel his insides react to my moves. 

I could stay like this forever.

But I have a goal here. A goal to make sure he knows that this is my hole. 

I fuck Jay faster, and he moans out loudly and passionately as I increase my speed. 

“That good baby?” I huff into his ear 

“Yeah! Yeah! Harder!” 

“Yeah?” I bite my lip and grunt as I give him what he wants. His moans keep getting louder and more frequent as I pound him. 

“Har-der…har…der!”  He gasps as he presses his forehead on the wall and jerks off. 

“Yeah?” I try to focus on other thoughts when the pleasure threatens to overtake my body. I increase my speed just as he requests, feeling myself teeter on the edge dangerously. 

“YES!! YES!!! I’M CUMMING! I’M GOING TO CUM AHHhHhHhHHhhHhH… oh LOUU!” 

His hole pulsing and him saying my name was the end for me. 

I slam into him as hard as I can, and feel the cum fly satisfyingly out of my cock and pump deep into my hole. That’s right. 

My 

CLAP!

fucking 

CLAP!

hole! 

CLAP!

I hold down on the last one and we moan in uneven harmony as we come down from the height of our climaxes. 

“Oh god… now I have to go jump into the shower again.”

“You shouldn't” I nibble on the top of his ear with my dick still inside him. 

Let him feel my cum up there.