Imaginary Friend

AN: Sorry for this guys, but my computer had been dead. AND I had to focus on updating my other story, "Rooftop", so I forgot about this again. ^__^;;




“Come on, join me.”

I studied Jacob, eying his face carefully. There was this expression on his face that I didn't want to miss, and I took a minute to appreciate it.

So contented. And comfortable. Jacob loved his couch, I knew. I loved to watch him nap on it, all covered with pillows and blankets and laying on his stomach. I would always know that he'd fallen asleep when he began to drool, and kick his feet like he were running from someone. Like the dog he used to have when he was younger. I'd assumed he was dreaming, because that's what everyone would always say whenever the dog kicked in his sleep.

Jacob's satisfied expression changed though, switching to confusion.

“Don't you want to sit with me?”

Of course I wanted to sit with him. Must he even wonder?

Shuffling towards the couch, conscious of the rustling of Jacob's clothes against my skin and making it tingle, I turned, slowly aligning myself with the plush comfort of the sofa. I sank into it, noticing how much it cradled my body now that I had weight. Before it had only supported me since I couldn't move it, but now, now it contoured to my body. It held me.

Much like Jacob would hold me, and I sighed happily, every muscle in me uncoiling as I let myself spread out. This was better than Jacob's bed.

Though both were equally pleasurable as long as Jacob was actually occupying one of them.

I slouched back and to the side, right into Jacob's arm, which he'd conveniently put out to catch me. It was nice. Just leaning into him and smelling his musk and feeling his warmth.

But then he turned that box on, the television. That noisy flashing thing. I admit I was curious about it when Jacob was younger, but none of his shiny bright shows interested me. All full of animals and people and letters and numbers. So, I stopped trying to pay attention, and it gradually faded out from my notice.

But now it was louder, and there when I turned to look at it, there were two people kissing deeply on screen. A boy and a girl. They were in their underwear.

“Jacob,” I whispered, awe in my voice. “Are they gonna do it?”

He burst out laughing, the arm draped over my shoulder squeezing me closer. “What?! No, course not!” Still chuckling, he switched the channel to something with a girl drinking juice and smiling at me. “Why would you think that?”

“I don't know.” I mumbled, abashed. “I've never seen other people kiss like that. When you kissed people like that, you always did it with them.”

Jacob snorted, turning to me and grinning. “Yeah, but that was real life. This,” He pointed to the television. “Is just T.V. and those people were just actors. They weren't really kissing.”

Frowning, I bit my lip. “It looked like kissing to me.”

“Well...” Jacob sighed, sounding sort of frustrated, like he did when he was about to try and explain something to me. Not angry, but...tired. “They were kissing, yes, but...They were only pretending to like each other. They kissed because they were getting paid to kiss. I'm sure you've heard of actors and movies and such, right?”

Yes, I have heard of them. I just was never interested nor paid much attention because they didn't have anything to do with Jacob's life. I nodded.

“Okay, well, the actors act out a story for us, and we pretend they are who they pretend to be. For our entertainment. Understand?”

I may not have known much in my life, but I knew how to understand circle-talk. I nodded again.

“Good. Well, that's pretty much it.” He shrugged, changing the channel again. To something with more people, guys running around a beach and playing in the sand. “I shouldn't go more in depth, cause then it loses meaning. The more believable it is, the better.”

One of the guys on the television looked like Jacob. I remember Jacob in a bathing suit. Or in his underwear. Jacob...

I wish he would touch me again. Right now.

"Why do you care so much anyway? You've seen people kiss before."

"Never a boy and a girl, not like that." I've only seen boys kiss like that before. It was weird to see girls and boys kissing like that. "It's always boys in your porn."

Jacob snickered, but didn't say anything, and I realized he didn't want to discuss his porn with me. I didn't see why not.

Turning away from the boys running on the beach in the television, I studied Jacob again. He was sitting into me, like I was to him, and staring at the screen. I decided if he wasn't touching me, then I would just touch him. Reaching over, I let my hand rest on his chest. He was so warm. My fingers tingled where they met him.

Jacob didn't say anything, so I twisted and leaned close to his face, not quite tall enough to be level with him. But, I could smell him better now, and his scent made my nostrils flare. I loved how he smelled. So familiar and yet so new.

I leaned in and sniffed his neck, and he hissed through his teeth, sounding most displeased. I didn't want that. But, pulling back to see his face, he didn't look displeased. His cheeks were pink and his eyes kept darting from me to the television and then back to me. Then he gulped, as I leaned back in.

Jacob was hard. Not fully, but there was a definite bulge in his pants.

But he was ignoring it. Why? Why didn't he acknowledge me right here? Why didn't he just touch me back?

“Jacob.” I said sternly. “Why aren't you touching me back?”

He gulped again. “I'm trying to be good.” Came his unsteady reply.

Good? What was good about not touching me?

No no, that won't do at all. I inched my fingers up over his jaw and made him look at me. “Kiss me.”

“Okay.” He gave in immediately, swooping towards me and kissing me like he'd been holding back or something.

I felt his tongue lightly tapping at my sealed lips, begging entrance, and I opened them, unfurling my tongue against his as he lowered one hand to press against the small of my back.

The heat of his body seemed to pull me towards him, wanting nothing more than to be closer and sate the growing spike of heat in my gut. My cock ached, feeling full and heavy, and I squeezed my thighs together, to lessen the building pressure.

He'd caught me off guard with how easily he'd agreed. And when he started pushing me back towards the couch so he could crawl over me, I almost gave in, like my instincts told me to.

Just let him push me down and have me again.

But at the last minute, just as my back was inches from the plush cushions of the couch, I remembered what I preferred, and I stopped him, my hands on his shoulders moving him off me.

“What's wrong?”

But I didn't answer him, instead I shoved him backwards, off me and onto his own back.

“Oomph! Abel? Wha-?”

“Quiet please.”

He froze, a look of concern making him pout cutely for a moment, but I was already shifting and prowling over him, feeling comforted by my return to dominance.

My hips settled into the nook of his hips and our growing erections slid along each other, making me moan brokenly and Jacob gasp. I kissed him again, parting my lips and sliding my tongue out again to tangle with his.

Jacob moaned into my mouth, hands raising up to sink his fingers into my hair as I ground down against him, everything on me growing hot and tight at the sound of him. Using my knee, I nudged his thighs apart and settled my own between them, letting out a tremulous moan of my own when Jacob's legs wound around my hips, framing them and using the couch as leverage to thrust back up as I thrust down.

The hot coil of heat in my abdomen blossomed, snaking out to each part of my body, making even my fingertips feel hot. Too sensitive, even as I stroked down Jacob's side and reached under his shirt to press my palm to the soft smooth skin of his back, my hand pulsed. Everything pulsed and all I could do was writhe against him, hips rolling and rocking, my cock hard and pressing against his equally hard length, as we kissed on the couch.

Pressing him deeper into the cushions, I leveraged myself on one arm and forced my hips down harder, making Jacob cry out and my own vision go white for a moment as my heart skipped a beat. Each tiny nudge of hip to hip had me that much closer to the edge or orgasm, and I fought with every ounce of me to avoid it. I needed this to last. I wanted Jacob to know I could still bring him pleasure.

Still make love to him.

Actual sex was out of the question, I knew. I was almost there from just making out and touching, and
if there weren't any clothes between us, I would have no chance at all of keeping my rhythm.

Breaking off from Jacob's lips, I kissed down his neck to his collarbone, and I bit down there, my teeth sinking into the soft skin and Jacob bucked beneath me, a stuttered yelp leaving his mouth and his fingers yanking at my hair.

“Abel!” He grunted, straining against me and tilting his head back so I could have better access.

I loosened my jaw and moved to a different patch of skin, suckling where his pulse beat hard and fast. I wanted to mark him. The tiny pink pointed indentions from my teeth weren't enough. I needed more. Jacob needed more. He needed to look like he was mine.

I let my mouth go with a pop from his neck, panting heavily and surveying my work. A very bright red circular hickey marred his skin, still shining wetly with my spit. Leaning down to lap at it, I then shifted to a different patch of skin, sucking hard again and hearing Jacob moan in tandem with his unruly body's squirming.

“Ah! A-Abel, what are you d-d-doing?! Oh god...Uhhnn!” He gasped, tugging hard at my hair with both of his hands and bucking up into me where I had him pinned with my hips.

Pausing to speak, I licked at the new mark just made. “Making you look like mine.” Then I went back down and started a third mark, biting this time to make it bigger.

“But...Ohhuhn...But...I am yours!” Came his thready wail, the smell of him so thick with musk and sweat that I almost didn't hear him, because it was so overwhelming.

But, I was coherent enough to say, “Yes, you are.”

Jacob only moaned again, his voice hitching up another octave and his head restlessly tossing side to side like his hips as I sucked on his neck and ground against him heavily.

In seconds, I knew I'd be coming, and I strove to keep it from happening, useless though it was. My breath was so quick and shallow that I felt light-headed, but everything was centering on my lower body and my cock, and I couldn't focus on anything but that feeling.

Pulling my hands off of Jacob's skin, I reached up and trailed up his arms, pushing his hands off of my head and shoving them over his, pinning him with all of me from hips and up.

This was where I wanted to be, this right here, with Jacob, on Jacob, around Jacob, all of myself touching Jacob. Until I could be inside of him again, I wanted this to be enough. Enough of a connection.

As the heat sparked and began to shrink and intensify, I tilted my head down and captured Jacob's lips again, meeting them in a sloppy tired kiss and not feeling too bad because he was also sloppy, his mouth not working correctly and his throat thrumming with soft moans. Then, with several last desperate thrusts of my hips, I came, with the spark suddenly exploding through me and taking over my body, my muscles all tightening and I accidentally bit down on Jacob's bottom lip, hearing his yelp but not able to react just yet.

“Jacob!” I wailed, grabbing him tight and arching into him, trying melt into him as everything grew too hot and then just as suddenly began to wane into a more reasonable throb. It was during this lessening ache that I was able to relax and sigh, Jacob's name again on my lips, and also the tang of his blood, making me wince.

I don't know why, but I remembered the taste of blood, and I knew what it was instantly. It was familiar and frightening, but nothing else. Whatever memory it came from must have been from my former life, the one of anger and pain. The one I didn't even want to remember because it didn't have Jacob in it.

Apologetic and contrite, I kissed him again, licking the wound I inflicted and cleaning it. Jacob let me, his face tense and sweat on his brow. The bulge in his pants pressed insistently against me, begging for attention.

“I'm sorry I bit you.” I murmured, shifting down his body and reaching for the button of his pants. Undoing it and tugging down the zipper, I glanced up and caught Jacob watching me apprehensively.

“It's okay.” He husked, licking absently at the new line of blood and staring down at me. “It's fine. Just...Abel, I'm so close...”

“Don't worry.” Reaching into his boxers and letting my fingers drift over the hard heated expanse of his cock, I smiled. “I'll take care of it.”

Then I pulled him out, through the opening of his underwear and feeling a rush of excitement so intense, I had to stop and shiver. This would be the first time I'd tasted him like this as a human. As a real person. I couldn't help my mouth watering.

He was leaking a lot, small rivulets of moisture dripping down his head from the red tip. I wanted him against my tongue. I wanted that heat pressing into my throat. And I wanted him to feel me worshiping the very essence of his manhood.

I kissed it, gently and lightly, hearing Jacob's breathing hitch again and he shuddered in my grip. Without waiting anymore, I parted my lips and took him into my mouth, loving the way the smoothness of his skin slid against the pebbled moisture of my tongue. I curled around it, closing my lips and sucking softly, taking him deeper. My body rebelled for a moment, trying to refuse the intrusion, but I swallowed, fighting past the sudden clenching of my throat. I wanted him in. If this was the only way I could have him inside me, the I would force it.

With one hand stroking the skin of his stomach and hips, I used the other one to stroke the skin under his balls, feeling his cock twitch suddenly against my lips as he tried not to thrust up. The thick vein that ran along the sides of his length pulsed in my mouth, like a heartbeat and so quick. He hadn't been lying. He was really close.

Possibly even seconds away. I didn't want to miss it, so I took him as deep as I could, feeling him hitting the back of my throat and not caring, not even reacting. My body finally accepted him, letting me do as I please with him. Sealing my lips around and sucking hard, with both of my hands still stroking him all over, I felt him softly shaking, perhaps to reach up and try and warn me, but I ignored it, still sucking with all my strength and feeling his balls draw up into him body. Then, he was coming, hot and thick, almost surprising me with the feel of it hitting the back of my throat, but I stayed on, nursing on him as he shuddered and shook, trying to buck me off.

When he collapsed back to the couch, I knew he was done, and I ease him out of my mouth, tasting the tang of him still in my mouth, not unpleasant, but strong.

I swallowed again, trying to get rid of the taste, then I inched back up him and kissed him heavily, laying on him and feeling his breath slowing.

“Abel,” He whispered once we parted, eyelids drooping and his cheeks rosy. “I...”

“Shhh...” I calmed, nosing the side of his face and kissing his cheek. “Rest now. I want to lay with you.”

“Okay.” He wheezed, draping an arm over my back.

We lay together in comfortable silence as the television made noise in the background, and I breathed a deep sigh of relief. It had felt good to be the one in control again. Having Jacob under me and reacting to me. Yes, I had been nearly overwhelmed immediately, but I knew now that I could take control if I wanted to again.

Not that I minded having Jacob dominate me, but I preferred making him feel good. It was all I had to offer him.

TO BE CONTINUED