The Way To His Heart Part 4/10
Title: The Way To His Heart Part 4/10
Author: Lochnessbunny
Summary: "Please, Jude... I need this."
Rating: NC-17 (just to be safe, nothing too sexual yet)
Author's Note: Had to do a lot of work this weekend, but I am back! Enjoy this new chapter! Comments, as always, are welcome and much appreciated! P.S. I will be using a new userpic for this fic, commence the oooh'ing and aaaah'ing... <3
Jude and Robert were sitting in the middle of the living room after unpacking the last of Jude's things into the spare bedroom. They decided to share a bedroom, but the idea was strictly for convenience, of course. Jude popped open a bottle of champagne they had bought at the grocery store earlier that day and poured it into two tall stemmed crystal glasses. After handing one to Robert, he rose his for a toast.
"To new beginnings and true friendship."
Robert smiled and clinked his glass together with Jude's, "here, here."
Jude lightly sipped on his champagne and Robert chugged his down and proceeded to pour another glass. Jude looked at him with a raised eyebrow, remembering what happened last time Robert had a little too much.
"Oh, stop it Jude. I can handle myself, really."
"Okay, mate. Just looking out for you."
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Hours later, Robert had managed to finish off the bottle of champagne along with a six pack of beer and was halfway through a bottle of whiskey when Jude decided to cut him off.
"Ooookay, mate. I think you've had way too much." He said as he wrenched the bottle away from Robert.
"I disagree," Robert slurred, "I think I've had just enough."
Jude chuckled, "just enough for who? An army?"
Robert shook his head violently before stopping and holding a hand to his head after he became dizzy. "Not for who... for what."
Jude cocked his head to the side, "for what, then?"
"This."
In a flash, Robert straddled his lap and forcefully crushed his lips to Jude's. Jude groaned and tried to push him away, but Robert grasped the back of Jude's head and tugged at his hair. As Jude gasped, he shoved his tongue down Jude's throat and began to grind, hard and dirty against him. Jude's eyes fluttered shut and he kissed Robert back, the little bit of alcohol in his system spurring him on. Robert's lips were just as soft as they looked and behind the burn of the alcohol he could taste what could only be described as Robert and heaven. He tasted amazing. They both moaned as their tongues slid against one another.
Jude brought his hands up and gripped Robert's hips, grinding in time with Robert, making him whimper at the back of his throat. Robert pulled away from Jude's lips and dragged his mouth across Jude's jaw and down his neck, feeling the scratch of his stubble against his lips. He began to suck at the junction between his neck and shoulder and Jude shivered.
Robert then slid his hand down the front of Jude's torso and grabbed Jude through his trousers, hard. This seemed to jerk something awake in Jude.
Wait! What are we doing?? This is all wrong... this isn't how I want our first time to be.
Jude groaned and grabbed Robert's wrist. "Rob, wait. Shit... We can't..." he swallowed and stared at Robert, "we can't do this."
"Please, Jude," Robert whispered against Jude's lips, "I need this."
Jude placed his hand gently on Robert's cheek and put some distance between them so he could look into his eyes when he spoke.
"Exactly. You need this, you don't want it. And until you do... I can't."
Robert closed his eyes and sighed, "You promise?"
Jude smiled fondly, "Yes Robert, as soon as you are sober and want it, just say the word and I will jump your bones."
Robert snickered into Jude's shoulder. Jude pushed Robert back again, "C'mon, let's get you in bed, okay?"
"Kay..." Robert slurred and lifted himself off of Jude's lap. Jude led him up the stairs to the bedroom and after tucking him in, he went back downstairs and fell asleep on the couch.
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Robert awoke with another massive hangover and when he rolled over and found the bed was empty, he frowned.
I thought we were sharing a bed... Where's Jude? What happened last night?
He dragged himself out of bed and padded down the hallway and downstairs to the living room to find Jude sleeping peacefully on the sofa. He walked over and knelt next to the couch and placed a hand on Jude's cheek, stroking it.
Jude inhaled and sighed, then opened his eyes. He smiled, "Good morning, Robert."
"Good morning... Any reason why you slept down here last night?" Robert asked, not certain if he wanted to hear the answer after last time.
"Well, um..." Jude hesitated and Robert's eyes flickered to the bruise on Jude's collarbone.
"Shit! Jude... did... did I bite you?" Robert lightly touched the bruise and Jude sat up.
"Not... exactly? More like... sucked?" Jude said nervously.
Robert groaned and plopped back onto the ground, his knees up to his chest and his head in his hands, "God, Jude I am so sorry. I keep making one monumental mistake after another."
Jude leaned down and pried Robert's hands away from his face and placed himself in Robert's line of sight.
"Don't worry about it, Robert. Seriously. Nothing happened past that and I slept down here so there wouldn't be any regrets on either of our parts."
Robert looked up at Jude with sincere apology on his face. "Thank you, so much."
Jude smiled and stroked his cheek, "No problem."
For a second, Robert saw a flicker of something like restraint in Jude's eyes, but just as fast as it came, it was gone.
"I'm going to fix us some breakfast, want anything in particular?" Jude said and stood, headed for the kitchen.
"I think I have everything needed for your Hamelet." Robert said and smiled. Jude had come up with a recipe for an omelet while doing Hamlet, hence the name, and he had cooked it for Robert when he came to see him.
"Sounds like a plan, be ready in a few." Jude called over his shoulder, chuckling.
Robert couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something had changed. He swore he could sense something different about the way Jude looked at him, and why would Jude have to sleep on the couch? What did he mean 'to avoid regrets on both our parts'? Did Jude feel the same way and had to sleep in a separate room in order to stop acting upon them? Robert sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, all this thinking was intensifying his headache. But try as he might, he couldn't get one thing out of his head: He swore he remembered Jude saying something last night.
"Just say the word, Robert and I'll jump your bones."
Robert shook his head, No, Jude wouldn't say that. We're friends, just friends, nothing more.
He sighed again and rose to take a shower, still trying to get things straightened out in his head.
TBC...
Author: Lochnessbunny
Summary: "Please, Jude... I need this."
Rating: NC-17 (just to be safe, nothing too sexual yet)
Author's Note: Had to do a lot of work this weekend, but I am back! Enjoy this new chapter! Comments, as always, are welcome and much appreciated! P.S. I will be using a new userpic for this fic, commence the oooh'ing and aaaah'ing... <3
Jude and Robert were sitting in the middle of the living room after unpacking the last of Jude's things into the spare bedroom. They decided to share a bedroom, but the idea was strictly for convenience, of course. Jude popped open a bottle of champagne they had bought at the grocery store earlier that day and poured it into two tall stemmed crystal glasses. After handing one to Robert, he rose his for a toast.
"To new beginnings and true friendship."
Robert smiled and clinked his glass together with Jude's, "here, here."
Jude lightly sipped on his champagne and Robert chugged his down and proceeded to pour another glass. Jude looked at him with a raised eyebrow, remembering what happened last time Robert had a little too much.
"Oh, stop it Jude. I can handle myself, really."
"Okay, mate. Just looking out for you."
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Hours later, Robert had managed to finish off the bottle of champagne along with a six pack of beer and was halfway through a bottle of whiskey when Jude decided to cut him off.
"Ooookay, mate. I think you've had way too much." He said as he wrenched the bottle away from Robert.
"I disagree," Robert slurred, "I think I've had just enough."
Jude chuckled, "just enough for who? An army?"
Robert shook his head violently before stopping and holding a hand to his head after he became dizzy. "Not for who... for what."
Jude cocked his head to the side, "for what, then?"
"This."
In a flash, Robert straddled his lap and forcefully crushed his lips to Jude's. Jude groaned and tried to push him away, but Robert grasped the back of Jude's head and tugged at his hair. As Jude gasped, he shoved his tongue down Jude's throat and began to grind, hard and dirty against him. Jude's eyes fluttered shut and he kissed Robert back, the little bit of alcohol in his system spurring him on. Robert's lips were just as soft as they looked and behind the burn of the alcohol he could taste what could only be described as Robert and heaven. He tasted amazing. They both moaned as their tongues slid against one another.
Jude brought his hands up and gripped Robert's hips, grinding in time with Robert, making him whimper at the back of his throat. Robert pulled away from Jude's lips and dragged his mouth across Jude's jaw and down his neck, feeling the scratch of his stubble against his lips. He began to suck at the junction between his neck and shoulder and Jude shivered.
Robert then slid his hand down the front of Jude's torso and grabbed Jude through his trousers, hard. This seemed to jerk something awake in Jude.
Wait! What are we doing?? This is all wrong... this isn't how I want our first time to be.
Jude groaned and grabbed Robert's wrist. "Rob, wait. Shit... We can't..." he swallowed and stared at Robert, "we can't do this."
"Please, Jude," Robert whispered against Jude's lips, "I need this."
Jude placed his hand gently on Robert's cheek and put some distance between them so he could look into his eyes when he spoke.
"Exactly. You need this, you don't want it. And until you do... I can't."
Robert closed his eyes and sighed, "You promise?"
Jude smiled fondly, "Yes Robert, as soon as you are sober and want it, just say the word and I will jump your bones."
Robert snickered into Jude's shoulder. Jude pushed Robert back again, "C'mon, let's get you in bed, okay?"
"Kay..." Robert slurred and lifted himself off of Jude's lap. Jude led him up the stairs to the bedroom and after tucking him in, he went back downstairs and fell asleep on the couch.
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Robert awoke with another massive hangover and when he rolled over and found the bed was empty, he frowned.
I thought we were sharing a bed... Where's Jude? What happened last night?
He dragged himself out of bed and padded down the hallway and downstairs to the living room to find Jude sleeping peacefully on the sofa. He walked over and knelt next to the couch and placed a hand on Jude's cheek, stroking it.
Jude inhaled and sighed, then opened his eyes. He smiled, "Good morning, Robert."
"Good morning... Any reason why you slept down here last night?" Robert asked, not certain if he wanted to hear the answer after last time.
"Well, um..." Jude hesitated and Robert's eyes flickered to the bruise on Jude's collarbone.
"Shit! Jude... did... did I bite you?" Robert lightly touched the bruise and Jude sat up.
"Not... exactly? More like... sucked?" Jude said nervously.
Robert groaned and plopped back onto the ground, his knees up to his chest and his head in his hands, "God, Jude I am so sorry. I keep making one monumental mistake after another."
Jude leaned down and pried Robert's hands away from his face and placed himself in Robert's line of sight.
"Don't worry about it, Robert. Seriously. Nothing happened past that and I slept down here so there wouldn't be any regrets on either of our parts."
Robert looked up at Jude with sincere apology on his face. "Thank you, so much."
Jude smiled and stroked his cheek, "No problem."
For a second, Robert saw a flicker of something like restraint in Jude's eyes, but just as fast as it came, it was gone.
"I'm going to fix us some breakfast, want anything in particular?" Jude said and stood, headed for the kitchen.
"I think I have everything needed for your Hamelet." Robert said and smiled. Jude had come up with a recipe for an omelet while doing Hamlet, hence the name, and he had cooked it for Robert when he came to see him.
"Sounds like a plan, be ready in a few." Jude called over his shoulder, chuckling.
Robert couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something had changed. He swore he could sense something different about the way Jude looked at him, and why would Jude have to sleep on the couch? What did he mean 'to avoid regrets on both our parts'? Did Jude feel the same way and had to sleep in a separate room in order to stop acting upon them? Robert sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, all this thinking was intensifying his headache. But try as he might, he couldn't get one thing out of his head: He swore he remembered Jude saying something last night.
"Just say the word, Robert and I'll jump your bones."
Robert shook his head, No, Jude wouldn't say that. We're friends, just friends, nothing more.
He sighed again and rose to take a shower, still trying to get things straightened out in his head.
TBC...