FIC - You only had to ask... (1/2) - JANSIS
Title: You only had to ask… (1/2) - JANSIS
Author: Wheelie47
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Van and Jake
Word count: 2,892
Warning: Features Van and Jake - if RPF is not for you then please don’t read.
Disclaimer: Don’t own characters, am not associated in any way with ATWT, Van and Jake. No offence intended.
Summary: What happened when Jake planned a surprise for Van…?
Van sighed with a mixture of tiredness, contentment and a thrill of anticipation as he looked up from the sidewalk at the welcoming light emanating from Jake’s apartment window after he had paid the cab fare.
Van had been surprised and a little hurt when Jake had said he couldn’t pick him up from the airport and that he should catch a cab to his apartment. Van had been pretty sure that Jake could almost see the pout on his face down the phone because Jake had quickly added that a private reunion in the comfort of his apartment was so much better than the airport arrivals lounge.
He couldn’t disagree with that one; it would have been pure torture to be so close to Jake and not be able to jump on him the minute he saw him. Jake just had that effect on him every time he saw him; he simply couldn’t help himself, especially because it had been almost two weeks since the last time he saw his irresistible boyfriend.
Sometimes life just seemed to get in the way of their being together, Van thought with a shake of his head as he made his way up the stairs to Jake’s door. Not that he wasn’t extremely grateful that they were both working at the moment but, what with Van filming in Vancouver and Jake’s trip to Amsterdam to the Stuffer screening, they hardly seemed to be spending any time together. Sure…late night phone calls and his own right hand might ease the longing a bit but it only really scratched the surface; in fact it probably made it worse, acting as a reminder of what he was missing.
The thought of what or rather who was waiting for him behind that door sent a tingle of want and longing through his body that made his cock stir in anticipation. A whole four days of them both having a clear schedule had Van imagining activities that involved them both being hot, hard and naked for as long as possible and certainly didn’t entertain them leaving the apartment any time soon. And it would all start as soon as he could stop fumbling around and get his damn keys out of his pocket…
…
He hadn’t even shut the door behind him before he was enveloped in a whirlwind of strong arms, long legs and lean torso as Jake pinned him up against the door.
‘Jake…are…you…fuck!…right…there!…pleased…to…see…me?!’ Van managed to pant out in between hard and desperate kisses that spoke volumes of longing and relief. He obviously wasn’t the only one who missed this…the connection that was uniquely them, Van managed to think to himself before his brain ceased to be able to think beyond the erotic feeling of Jake’s lips as they explored his throat, chin, jaw and finally, finally his lips; almost as if Jake had to reconnect with Van by mapping out Van’s features with his mouth.
‘Hey there’ Jake’s voice was deep, rich and full of emotion as they finally and breathlessly pulled apart. Jake felt his heart skip a beat and his cock harden uncomfortably in the confines of his jeans as his eyes swept over Van’s slightly dishevelled features; from his mussed up hair where Jake’s fingers had repeatedly clenched and unclenched in the luxuriant blonde locks, the flush of arousal as it crept over Van’s throat and, finally his supple and kiss swollen, parted lips.
‘Hey’ was all Van could manage and he swallowed hard as he tried to get his breathing and his libido under control. Jake smirked and a mischievous delight flashed in his cornflower blue eyes as he marvelled at what his kisses could still do to Van.
‘Come on’ Jake chuckled as he leant down to grasp the handles of Van’s overnight bag where his boyfriend had absentmindedly dropped it when all other thoughts had been overtaken by the mind blowing kisses ‘lets get you settled’.
Van’s smile in reply to Jake’s laugh gradually faded from his lips as his eyes tracked down Jake’s long arms to his elegant fingers when Jake picked up the bag and he first noticed the bike leant against the wall. Scratch that…the bikes leant against the wall!
It was then and only then that Van looked around the lounge and realised in astonishment that the room was full of cycling and camping gear, from the bikes themselves, saddle bags, a small camping stove and back packs to maps of cycling routes spread across the coffee table.
‘Jake…what’s all this stuff?’ Van asked in confusion, a slight pout starting to form on his handsome features as he began to realise what it all meant. The visions of his plans for their time together slipping away; replaced by the images of being all sweaty with strained and aching muscles and something hard in between his legs and against his ass in a way that couldn’t have been further from his thoughts as he ran his fingers over the rigid plastic of the bike’s saddle.
‘Surprise!’ Jake said hopefully but with an edge of disappointment as he realised that Van wasn’t liking the idea. Damn! It had gone down so much better in his imagination.
‘Cycling?! This is your idea of us spending time together?!’ Van asked incredulously; the pout settling on his features in earnest now.
‘Aw…Van…come on! Imagine it! Just you and me…’ Jake pleaded in his best ‘trust me’ voice, ‘you’ll love it! And I’ve heard that nothing compares to alfresco sex’ Jake said with added emphasis, his voice dropping to its seductive lowest as he bit his bottom lip and placed his hands low on Van’s hips; pulling him close and grinding their hips together. He simply couldn’t get enough of Van and the strength of that feeling always amazed him; whether it was in bed, the shower, the kitchen or where ever, it was always overwhelming.
‘You hate it… don’t you?’ Jake asked in a subdued and disappointed voice as the expression on Van’s face didn’t change.
Van felt his heart sink as he saw Jake’s crestfallen features; knowing that he was responsible for making his boyfriend look like that. Shit! He felt like he had just kicked the next door neighbour’s puppy.
‘No…no… Jake’ Van shook his head and reached out to tenderly cup Jake’s cheek in the palm of his hand, his thumb gently tracing a line under Jake’s eye as if trying to sooth away the hurt on his face. ‘It’s not that …it’s just that I…well…I …it wasn’t what I was thinking of’ Van tried to explain without hurting Jake’s feelings even more than he already had.
‘I kinda had something more horizontal in mind!’ Van continued; the corners of his mouth lifting in a half apologetic, half suggestive smile.
‘We can do that too!’ Jake said as he slid his hands further round Van’s slim waist, pulling him closer and pressing his lips to Van’s in a soft and sensual kiss, encouraged by the low moan at the back of his boyfriend’s throat.
‘So…’ Van started a little breathlessly as he reluctantly pulled away from Jake, ‘…this tent is new then?’ he asked, tracing his fingers lightly over the dome of the tent that was set up in the middle of the lounge. It had dawned on him that Jake had gone to an awful lot of trouble to arrange everything; even so far as to plan a route and now he felt guilty for the insensitive way he’d reacted and desperately wanted to make it up to him.
‘Yeah’ Jake answered a little puzzled; wondering where Van was going with this.
‘Well…don’t you think that we should try it out…you know…make sure it’s ok…before we use it for real…in the field…so to speak’ Van smirked at the confused expression that clouded his boyfriend’s handsome features.
‘Van… it’s a tent’ Jake began like he was explaining to a five year old why the sun came up in the morning, ‘I don’t see what difference…’ Jake stopped abruptly with a gasp as he realised the meaning in the hazel hue of Van’s eyes.
‘Oh…oohhh’ Jake grinned widely back at Van, his eyes turning several shades darker with the heat of sudden desire.
‘Yeah…oohhh!’ Van chuckled as he grabbed Jake by his belt buckle and pulled him towards the open tent flap…
…
‘Fuck! Van…so hot!’ Jake breathed out as his eyes greedily took in the erotic sight before him; Van lay naked and stretched out on the sleeping bag, his chest heaving and flushed with arousal, his eyes dark and half closed with desire. Jake couldn’t resist lowering himself fully onto Van and both men gasped as their already hard and leaking cocks connected in a rush of delicious sensations.
‘Need…you…Jake…fucking…want… you’ Van pleaded in a rough and breathless voice that sent shivers down Jake’s spine as he bucked his hips up into Jake’s, creating a desperation friction that spoke volumes of the need for now… right now that coursed through both of their bodies.
Jake captured Van’s bottom lip in between the two of his, pausing to run his tongue along it’s plump length before pressing forward and darting in to caress Van’s tongue with his own. Jake moaned into the kiss, his fingers tangling in the hair at the base of Van’s neck.
‘So…’ Jake panted when he eventually pulled back for air and looked deep into his lover’s eyes ‘…I saw your Face Book post’
‘What?!’ Van asked incredulously, not really sure he had heard Jake correctly; his brain couldn’t think above the level of his arousal to make sense of what Jake was saying.
‘That acting was like being a human Haiku’ Jake explained with a mischievous glint in his eyes as he rocked his hips into Van’s and smirked at the groan that escaped from the sexy man beneath him.
‘So…tell…me’ Jake asked as he nipped, licked and kissed a path along Van’s jaw towards his ear before he paused to suck the sensitive earlobe into his hot and moist mouth, ‘what does this part say?’ he breathed sensuously into Van’s ear.
‘Fuck!’ was all that Van could manage as he felt Jake’s mouth and tongue start on a path down the side of his neck and over his chest.
‘Nothing?! Well… what about here?’ Jake asked before he lapped at a pert, dark nipple; his fingers raking through the soft dusting of Van’s chest hair. It never ceased to amaze him how much he was turned on by his boyfriend’s chest hair; even the smallest glimpse had him wanting to tear at Van’s shirt. He swore that Van sometimes did it on purpose; just to see the reaction in him.
‘No? Well…here…then?’ Jake continued as he covered the tip of Van’s proud and straining cock with his mouth and sucked lightly; his own cock twitching in response to the low moan that rumbled through Van’s chest.
‘Jake!’ Van pleaded and Jake could hear the desperation in his lover’s voice; knowing from experience that he couldn’t take much more. He felt the pressure of Van’s hands at the back of his head; willing, urging him on.
‘Here…surely?’ Jake persisted as his fingers gently brushed against Van’s most intimate of places, revelling in the fact that it was him and him alone that got to see Van so undone and desperate.
Jake looked up and locked eyes with Van; a silent message passing between them as he reached out to grab the small bottle of lube that he had secreted earlier in the hidden pocket of the sleeping bag.
‘Always…my…boy…scout’ Van managed to pant out with a ghost of a smirk playing across his lips, despite the heat of the situation.
Jake continued to hold Van’s lust filled stare as he quickly and expertly prepared Van one finger at a time; always watchful for any pain or discomfort that might cloud his boyfriend’s face.
‘Jake…fuck…now!’ Van breathlessly demanded as he started to buck wildly against Jake’s long and talented fingers as they repeatedly hit his prostate.
‘So… good…so…fucking…good’ Jake repeated again and again, almost like a mantra as he removed his fingers and eased himself slowly into Van.
Jake gasped at the overwhelming sensation of the tight heat that surrounded his cock and it took all of his self restraint not to pull back and slam into Van, but to wait instead until Van started to move back against him.
‘Need… more… harder’ Van urged as he reached up to touch every bit of Jake that he could; his palm sliding up over taut stomach muscles, across the smooth contours of his chest, his fingers tracing the dusting of dark stubble along his jaw.
Jake arched his back and settled into a frantic pace that screamed of his need for release as he sucked Van’s thumb into his mouth and ran his tongue sensuously down and along the fold of skin at its base.
Jake released one hand from its steadying hold on Van’s hips and wrapped his long fingers around the straining shaft of Van’s cock and matched the rhythm of his deep thrusts. Van groaned loudly at the overwhelming sensation of feeling Jake everywhere all at once and knew that neither of them would last much longer.
Van snaked his calf around Jake’s ass, opening himself up further and pulling him in deeper. He tangled his fingers in the sweaty hair at the base of Jake’s neck as he pulled his lover down for a passionate, open-mouthed kiss.
‘Cum for me Van’ Jake breathed against Van’s kiss swollen lips before he nipped gently at his chin as he could feel the rush of his own climax building.
That was all it took to push Van over the edge and he shuddered as he came over Jake’s fingers and their stomachs.
The sight of Van as he lay with his head arched back, flushed and panting and the feel of Van’s muscles contracting around his over sensitive cock undid him completely and one thrust later; Jake followed into a climatic oblivion, before collapsing onto Van’s heaving chest.
‘I…I…’ Van tried to speak but had to stop and swallow hard before continuing in a shaky voice, that was rough and low ‘I think…this tent will work out just fine!’
Jake blew out a breathless laugh that tickled across Van’s chest…
…
Van’s eyes flickered open and it took him a minute or two to realise where he was when he was greeted by the green canvas of the tent wall facing him. He smiled at the memory of last night, his muscles and ass still feeling the stretch and fullness from the intensity of their lovemaking. Sex with Jake had always been good, but last night had hit a new high!
His smile widened as his brain registered the feel of Jake spooned up behind him, smooth chest tight against his back, knees bent behind his and Jake’s soft cock nestled against his ass. He would have been content to just lie there and snuggle back against Jake but his bladder had other ideas, and he reluctantly started to try and disentangle himself from Jake’s embrace and the confines of the sleeping bag without waking his sated boyfriend.
‘Van?’ Jake’s voice was rough with sleep as he woke to the low cursing of Van muttering about ‘fucking zips hating him’.
‘Go back to sleep’ Van tried to sound soothing but Jake could hear the frustrated edge to his voice.
‘Having a little trouble there?!’ Jake asked; the chuckle reverberating against Van’s back, as Jake lifted his head a little to peer over Van’s shoulder to see him struggling with the zip on the sleeping bag.
‘It’s just a zip Van…you shouldn’t have any trouble with those!’ Jake smirked as he moved his hand from its position on Van’s abdomen to pull the zip down; thinking back to last night and how Van had tackled the zip on his jeans with lightening ease.
‘Funny guy’ Van retorted but couldn’t help but smile himself as he playfully kicked Jake in the shin with the back of his heel.
‘Oww…that’s not fair!’ Jake pouted in mock indignation ‘so you’re gonna play dirty in the who’s better at cycling competition’.
‘Uh…uh’ Van shook his head as he finally managed to extricate himself from the sleeping bag and made a sensual show of crawling to the tent flap on all fours, making sure he swung his naked ass rhythmically back and forth ‘I’m more interested in the who looks better in cycling shorts competition’ he continued, throwing Jake a smouldering look over his shoulder before disappearing out of the tent, narrowly avoiding Jake’s tee shirt as it sailed across the tent in his direction.
‘You’re fucking killing me here, Hansis!’ Jake groaned as he threw his head back against the pillow and thought that this trip was turning out to be the best idea he’d ever had…
Chapter 2
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