JBL S2 E4 | It Wasn't Going to Last Forever

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Welcome to Story Arc 4! Thank you for being here.

RECAP: Louis courts Jay in big ways, which leads to the sparks being stoked into flames. Meanwhile, Blake struggles with his loss and his identity in unhealthy ways. After a lot of anonymous sex, Blake finally admits to himself and others that he is gay. Louis and Jay continue to build their new relationship, seemingly undisturbed, until Blake shows up at the door.

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Part 1: The Bro-Code

Louis’ POV: 

Fuck.

That’s the only word in my mind when I step in front of Jay. I don’t like the way that Blake is looking at him, and I hate even more the fact that he chose to come to my place after we get back from a flight. I’m too tired for this shit. 

“What are you doing here?” I ask with tension in my voice. My jaw kind of hurts from being so tight. 

“Are we not even friends anymore?” Blake shrugs his shoulders and looks at me, before his eyesight flickers to Jay behind me again. “I can’t drop by and say hi to my two best friends?”

“How’d you know that we’d be here?” I ask, ignoring his questions. Is he fucking stalking us? 

“You guys are not exactly being secretive with the instagram posts” 

There’s definitely hurt in his voice. Fuck. Okay, I knew this day was going to come sooner or later. I’ve thought about it over and over again. We are doing nothing wrong. They broke up, I waited a reasonable amount of time, and now we’re here. We’re all adults here. 

Right?

“I just want to talk” Blake locks eye contact with me. “Man to man” 

Well he’s not looking like he might kick my ass. That’s a good sign. 

I turn back to look at Jay, who can’t stop staring at Blake. There’s something in his expression that hurts me to my core. Why is he still giving Blake that look? After everything that has already happened? After all that I’ve done for him? Turning back, I say to Blake

“We’ve had a long night” I wave to our bags on the ground “Tomorrow, we’ll talk” 

Blake chuckles softly and says, “Come on dude. Be a man. Let’s get this out of the way.” His wavy blond hair ruffles into the wind. He’s not budging from his spot.

His gaze moves to Jay again for a second before locking in with me again. 

“Just you and me,” he nods. 

Okay. I owe him at least that. 

I turn back to Jay, who looks evidently relieved. I pick up our bags and walk us to the door. Unlocking it, Jay goes in first and takes the bags from my hands. 

“Louis…” 

“It’s okay. He looks calm. I can handle him” 

“We should do it together” he looks past my right shoulder at Blake again

“That’s not what he wants.” I tilt my head “It will be okay. I knew this was going to happen sooner or later.”

There’s genuine concern for me in his eyes, and that already making me feel more validated and giving me the courage to follow through

“Trust me. I can handle Blake” I nod at him.

He nods at me, and I lean down to give him a small peck of the lips. 

“Be back soon” I swallow and turn around. 

Okay. Here we go. 

Blake and I walk slowly down the road away from my place. For someone who wants to talk, he’s oddly quiet. He looks straight ahead as he walks, the wind blowing his hair back once in a while. I can hardly take the tension anymore. 

“Just say it dude” I finally said first.

Blake chuckles again as he looks forward. “You go after my boy 3 months after we break up and I’m the one that should say something first? You ever heard of the bro code?” 

“You want us to get your blessing or something?” I can’t hide the anger in my voice. Cocky asshole. “You don’t own Jay”

“No, I don’t” Blake admits to my surprise. “But I thought we were better friends than that” 

Blake stops in his tracks and turns to look at me. Up close, I can see the hurt in his hazel eyes. He’s serious. He’s really serious this time. 

“You know how much Jay means to me” 

“I do” I say with a feeling of guilt bubbling from inside me. He’s right, isn’t he? I should’ve talked to him first about it. But everything just seemed to flow so naturally and for once Blake wasn’t there to cockblock me

“You knew how much I was hurting from our…” His intense eye contact is broken as he looks up into the night sky. “...from our….breakup” 

“I do” The feeling of guilt bubbles furthers up my chest. It starts raining a bit and Blake closes his eyes with a half smile as the droplets fall on his face.

“And I don’t appreciate that” Blake’s eyes lock with me again, and I think they might be a bit watery under the dim street lamps. Maybe it’s just the rain.

Okay.

“Okay.” I nod at him and tilt my head down “Alright. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry” 

Blake’s gaze softens. The rain falls on us both as we stand silently across from each other.

I swallow and push my shoulders back, “But Jay is special to me too” and I’m not going to let him go back to you without a fight, I finish silently in my head.

Blake chuckles again. 

“I love him dude” he says quietly, but the words are loud in the empty street. 

I know

“I think he loves me too” his voice cracks. Now it’s really clear that his eyes are watery. He looks up into the night sky and blinks rapidly. Clearing his throat, he looks down at me again

“What do you guys have between us?”

“I don’t know,” I admit. We haven’t talked about it yet. We’ve been having too much fun to talk about serious things like that. 

“Are you boyfriends?”

I shake my head. The glimmer of hope in his eyes and his slight smirk makes the guilt in me fizzle out and get replaced by annoyance. I’ve always hated how arrogant he is. He’s stolen far too much from me. Not this time.

“He deserves better than you” I say spontaneously, fueled by my annoyance. “You’re just going to hurt him again.” 

“Maybe you’re right” He looks down at my feet before looking up again. I am right. Jay is better off without him. I would never hurt him like that.

“And maybe you have more money now, and more status. You can take him to better places” Blake puts his hands in his pockets. “But what we have…what we had… I’m not giving up.” 

You should fucking give up. I shout in my head at him. It’s infuriating how calm he is. While I was hoping that we wouldn’t get into a fist fight in the middle of the street, this slow burn of a conversation is even more painful to endure. 

“What do you want me to say? I’m not going to just step aside and let you fuck him up again” 

“Well, according to Bro code no. 3…” He makes me chuckle despite my tense posture “...I am letting you know that I’m back in the game.” 

“Back in the game?” 

“May the best man win” 

“It’s over for you already dude” I say weakly. With the breeze blowing his hair sideways and his hazel eyes digging deep into me, I know the truth.

Anything can happen. The fear of that grips my heart and I respond by pushing out my chest some more. 

“This is not going to be good for us” I say, keeping my tone cool and controlled. Do NOT let him into your head Louis. Do NOT let him take this away from you. He’s done this too many times to you. 

“We passed that point a long time ago” Blake chuckles slightly again. “It’s too late. You have to understand Louis…. I love him. I can’t let it go. I have to do this” 

He pulls his right hand out of his pocket, and extends it to me. When I look at his arm, I realize just how wet we’ve become by standing in the rain.

I look up at his gaze one more time and see just how serious he really is. Well, I’m serious too. I reach out my hand and we shake firmly on it. 

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Part 2: He shows me how he felt instead of saying it

From Jay’s POV:

“Is everything ok?” I text Louis while looking out the window. They’ve walked off out of my line of sight. It’s been more than half an hour now, so they must be almost done by now. I mean…if they are having a fist fight, I would hear them from here, wouldn’t I?

They’re not going to have a fist fight over me. That’s literally ridiculous. I shake my head and check my phone again in case Louis texted back. 

There! Louis emerges from the shadows of the unlit side of the road and into clarity as he walks towards the cul-de-sac where his place is. He looks somber, with his shoulders straight back while he looks down at the road in front of him. But he doesn’t look hurt physically and that’s already a win in my book. 

I open up the door for him before he gets there and he comes in silently. Up close, I can tell he’s drenched from the rain. After he kicks off his shoes, he walks towards the couch without looking back at me. 

What happened?

Louis takes off his shirt on his way to the couch and tosses it to the ground. Laying down on the couch, he rubs his temples with one hand.

“You ok Lou?” I go to him and kneel on the floor next to where his head is. I stroke his dark hair lightly, combing my fingers along the swoop of his haircut. “What happened? What did you guys talk about?”

“You” he says with his eyes closed and his fingers running through his hair still. 

“Ok? And?” I question him further. I can tell he doesn’t want to talk about it, but I can’t just not know.

“And nothing. Blake is going to do what Blake does. And I’m going to do what I’m going to do.”

What does that mean? 

“What does that mean?” I ask gently while combing his hair back. His hand that isn’t on his head comes up and brushes my hand away in a bit of annoyance. I shrink back and put my hands on my laps. I can see the stress I've caused him and it sucks. It sucks a lot. 

Louis lets out a big tired sigh and opens his eyes. Peeking at me by turning his head ever so slightly, he gives me a weak smile. 

“I'm sorry. Come cuddle?” 

I thought he'd never ask. I crawl up onto the couch and onto him. Squeezing my body in the space between the back of the couch and him, I lay my left ear on his muscular chest. 

In the position, I can hear his heart beating fairly fast. He smells like fresh rain, sweat, and his cologne. 

“I'm sorry” I whisper and I trace patterns on his right pec with my hand. “I should be the one to deal with all this.”

Louis rubs my head with his hand roughly, but doesn't say any words. I continue to run my finger tips slowly across his skin, listening to his consistent heartbeat. He must be so tired after being on a flight and now this… 

I have to ask again. 

“So is everything ok?” I ask timidly, feeling my own heartbeat speed up. His heart rate picks up in my last ear, pounding away loudly into my mind. 

“Whoa!” I cry out as I'm suddenly dropped onto the couch cushions. He suddenly moved, and he was gone before I could latch onto him. My face and arm sink into the warmth his body left behind on the couch cushions.

And then he's on top of me, pulling down my pants in a hurry while I'm still in a sideways position. I struggle to flip to my back as he pulls impatiently at my waistband, and we both finally succeed when I turn around in time for him to rip my pants off me. 

Louis stares down at me, and I can hardly recognize the look in his eyes. There's anger there but also a possessive fire. He pulls me by my knees, and the skin of my neck hurts as I get dragged across the rougher couch fabric. 

“Lou!” I gasp as he pushes my knees and folds me forward. 

A glob of spit lands on my exposed taint. Louis lets go of the back of my knees and my ankles land on his shoulders. He shuffles out of his pants, and leans my legs forward. His cock head takes the spit from my taint and rubs it on my hole. 

I breathe heavily as I let him take control of me. This one isn't for me. 

But it is still so fucking hot. 

“Oh!” His huge cock head penetrates me. “Oh … ohhh… OHHHH!”

I tilt my head back, rubbing my forehead into the back of the couch. 

He 

Is

So 

Hard 

“Oh … oh … oh..” I whimper as his long tool penetrates me with no mercy. “Lou….” . My hole doesn't have time to stretch to fit his massive cock before he's balls deep inside me. 

“You look at me when I fuck you” He says in a low voice and I reposition my head immediately to listen to him. He's completely filled me up and I can't stop whimpering even though he's not moving. 

Louis grabs my chin with his thumb touching my bottom lip. I stare up into his dark eyes through the dim lighting. I can barely recognize him right now. He looks strong and powerful…I'm afraid of him and in awe of him all at once. 

“Oh!!” My eyes shut tight again at the raw pounding. “Oh… god!...” I can barely handle the feeling without a bit more of a warm up. 

But again, this is not for me. I can tell by how hard he is that he needs to fuck me.

And I think he likes that I'm struggling. 

“Oh …” I whimper in a bit of pain. He makes me bottom out on his cock again, fucking me deep and hard “Oh… Oh…..Oh…” my voice shakes with the rhythm of his pumps. I turn my head to the side as my body struggles to adapt to the rough fuck 

“I said..” The pounding increases and my moans vibrate even more as he drills me “You… look at me… when I …”

“...FUCK…” He jams it into me and I roar out.

“...YOU…” my eyes shoot open as his thrust forces my head into the back of the couch painfully. His grip on my chin tightened. I look up at the beading sweat on his forehead and his heaving chest. 

“Ok!” I submit to him fully, letting go of any control I had left over my sore hole. I put my hands on his sweaty neck and nod at him. 

Then Louis drills me roughly, like his only mission is to ruin my hole. He takes no breaks, and I force myself several times to keep my hole relaxed. I fight the urge to close my eyes or turn my head as his dick overwhelms my senses.

He stares right down at me with an unwavering stare as he breathes in sync with his powerful thrusts. I look back into his eyes and see how much he wants me. How much he wants to own me. 

The sweat from his forehead drips down on my face. I see his intense eyesight waiver ever so slightly. He's close. 

“Louis…” I moan out and rub his left ear. His gaze weakens again and he lets out a little moan. His breath quickens. 

“Breed me Louis…oh… ahh..ahhHhh” The drilling is getting almost unbearable. I force myself to accept taking it and keep my eye contact with him. “Louis please breed me” 

“You ready for my load?” Louis finally breaks his silence and moans. He closes his jaw tightly again as he thrusts himself into me. 

“Yes Louis! Give it to me” I wail, accidentally closing my eyes. His hand on my throat makes me open my eyes in surprise again. 

“UhhhH” he groans and his strong fist around my neck tightens, restricting my airflow. 

“Lou..” I choke out, feeling the wind from my throat vibrate against his palm. 

“AHHHH!” Louis closes his eyes in an intense expression, almost puffing out his cheeks as he unloads into me. His grip tightens further on my neck, really choking the air out of me now. 

“AH!” I breathe the air in a huge sense of relief when he lets go of my throat and collapses onto me. His huge sweaty frame envelopes me while he moans into my right ear 

“Oh god… oh fuck.. oh FUCK!” He deafens me while pushing deep into me. His hot breath puffing against my ear is so fucking hot but I'm too trapped by his muscular stature to even touch myself. 

All I can do is to lay there and let this man finish seeding me. I close my eyes and imagine all the seed that he’s pumping into me to mark his territory. Finally, he pushes himself back up off me. Even this slight movement makes me realize how sore I am now. 

The look in his eyes hasn’t softened a bit. 

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Part 3: He wanted it twice

Jay’s POV:

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” I watch Louis close his eyes above me with his jaw still clenched tight. His chest moves dramatically as he breathes through his nose. I haven’t cummed yet, and the sight of him living through so much pleasure with his cock still inside me is enough for me. I rub my precum on my cock to start jerking off. 

Naturally, I rock my hips to get his cock to hit my prostate as I jerk off, and the movement makes Louis open his eyes. Looking down at me stroking fast, he pulls out and gets up from the couch. My legs fall down on the couch, and my loosened hole misses him immediately. I continue jerking off, although now I know I won’t be able to cum. 

Standing beside the couch, the light to the side of him illuminates all his muscles, and I watch the beast of a man swing his long, still hard cock as he kneels down. He grabs my legs and rotates me easily so that they are on the floor. As I lean on my elbows to sit up, he grabs my waist and flips me over without even trying. The way he handles me like a rag doll is insanely hot, and I wonder if I should rebel just so he would be rougher with me.

With my chin now on the couch cushion, I brace myself for what’s about to open. 

“Mmm!” I whimper at the sting of my used hole being penetrated again. 

“Loosened up now, aren’t you?”

“OhHHHHHH” I bury my moan into the couch as his hard cock pierces through to my guts. How is he still so hard after just cumming? 

I lift my head to look back at him, and he pushes my head back down to the couch seat. His thrust forward makes me whine again in pleasurable pain, and his hips against mine pushes my cock against the couch. The couch fabric is too rough against my sensitive cock, so I pull it downwards, so that my painfully hard cock aims downwards while my pubes are pressed onto the cushion. 

His hot breath against my ear makes me whimper. 

“You’re so loose and wet” He fucks me deep

“MmMMm” I whine in a high pitch, suffocated by the couch

“Try clenching,'' he whispers in my ear. I try with all my might to clamp down on his shaft but I can't seem to find the right muscles to do so

“Ruined” He licks my ear and pumps into me “No dick is ever going to be big enough for you anymore”

“Mmm…MMM…mmmMM” I whine desperately. I need it faster, and harder.

“Yeah? You want it rougher still? Can your hole even take it?” 

His tongue at the top of my ear is driving me absolutely insane. 

“Well?” Louis thrusts deep and I swear his dick is in my stomach. 

“YUUUU” I scream into the couch. 

The pain at the back of my head is excruciating when he yanks me by my hair. I stare at the back of the couch while he drills into me. 

“Well?!” Louis wraps his left bicep around my neck. I cry out in desperation as he pounds me hard. I can't think. I can't breathe. I can't say anything 

I 

I

I

My cock pulses shots of cum onto the floor while I grip and pull at his strong forearm. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god!!!! 

“That's right baby…” his grip on my throat loosens and I choke out in my post orgasm haze. “Don't forget what this dick can do..”

I giggle in delirium as the oxygen comes back to my brain, enhancing the dopamine that's flooding my body. Louis chuckles in my ear too as he fucks me lightly. I squirm under his weight, unable to take any more pounding after cumming.

“Oh Lou… I think I finished …”

“Oh you finished. I felt that hole pulse” he kisses my ear again while sliding himself slowly in and out of me. “But I'm not done” 

“You need to cum again?” I struggle with the sensations of his cock rubbing my sore insides. 

“Nope. You're going to cum again. For me.” He kisses the back of my neck 

“I don't know if I can” I say through gritted teeth. I reach down and feel my cock. Because it's so pressed up against the couch, I can only touch the underside of it. 

“Sure you can” he flexes his dick inside me and it makes me gasp at how rigid he is. “I'll take it slow”

And slow he is, pushing gently into the prostate with his amazing cock, which is long enough to hit everything I need it to hit. I rub the underside of my cock as best as I can. 

“Ooof” I sigh out when his dick seems to enter me even deeper than before. I look to the side to see his foot on the couch next to my hip. 

“That good?” 

He's filling me up so good and it's starting to make me want him again. 

“I can go deeper.” He plants his foot closer to my face. 

“Oh FUCK!” 

“Yeah?” He replants his foot one more time and now it's really close to my face. I rub the underside of the head of my cock, lubricated by my post cum juices. 

I really am going to cum again. 

“Lou…”

Just saying his name in the right pitch is enough of a hint for me to fuck me a little harder. And just enough too.

“Cumming.. oh my god I'm cumming again.. I'm cumming … again…” I cry out. The sensation of cumming again so soon is so intense. The orgasm rocks my already exhausted body, and I feel myself only squirt out one or two shots of juice before the dry contractions rip through me. 

“I'm gonna cum again too.” He pushes gently into me and his breathing becomes irregular. I lay down, unable to move from my conquered state.

His foot disappears from the couch and he leans forward to press his chest on me, kissing my neck. He’s almost whimpering, with his breaths becoming more and more random. His hand clasps over top of mine and he squeezes.

“mmm…mmm…” Louis grunts into my neck.

“Did you cum?” I ask while sleepily closing my eyes. 

“Yeah” he kisses my neck.

“Not your usual style” I recall the pounding I usually get when he cums 

“I think your hole has had enough tonight haha” he chuckles a bit 

He pulls out and I know he’s right. I’m going to need a couple of days to recover from what went down tonight. Louis slides down to the floor and leans back against the couch. I get up too and sit as comfortably as I can next to him.

“What are we Jay?” Louis turns his head to look at me, wiping a sweat from his brow.

“I don’t know” I reply honestly. 

“Do you like me?”

“Of course I like you Lou!” 

“Yeah, but more than just a friend?” His eyes are full of questions. I search for the right words while staring back at him.

“You’re really important to me” I start, “I’ve never had any guy treat me better than you have in the last couple weeks.”

“But?”

“No buts” I swallow my words. Don’t be fucking stupid Jay. Don’t ruin a good thing.

“Do you still love him?”

We stare into each other’s eyes. I owe him the truth. 

“I still think about him,” I admit, “I don’t know if I love him.” 

The immediate disappointment in his eyes kills me and I’m compelled to say more.

“It’s just…unresolved, you know? He said we would restart and that was the last time we really talked.”

“Yeah” The disappointment doesn’t fade from his face “I get it” 

“Lou..” I take his hand and rub the back of it softly. 

“Let me take you home” Louis gives me a forced smile, and it breaks my heart. “and stop pouting” 

“I’m not pouting,” I deny.

“You are. Stop doing that, and make a choice.” Louis says while looking for his clothes around him.  “Not right now. Go home and think about it.”

Louis stands up and pulls on his underwear. 

“But you can’t have us both.” 

“Louis….” I pull on his right calf as he puts on his shirt. I don’t want to go home tonight, nor do I want to be alone.

“I’m not mad Jay. I don’t own you and we’re not dating. But if you want to go further with me, you have to tie up those loose strings with Blake first. I can’t have this hanging in the background all the time” 

I look up at him as he walks away to find his keys. I know he’s right.

“Now stop pouting, and get dressed. We still have a long drive tonight”