The day slipped by in a way neither of them had expected.
There was no script, no tension, no game—just the soft rhythm of existing together. Colin brewed coffee while Jacob flicked through old records. They listened to music that neither of them had heard in years, shared stupid stories, laughed until Jacob’s stomach ached. They sat on the couch watching something forgettable on TV, not really paying attention—just feeling the quiet warmth of being near each other.
For the first time, it felt simple.
Like they could be this way. Like they were a couple.
Jacob’s phone buzzed mid-afternoon. He checked it lazily, stretched out across the sofa with his legs in Colin’s lap.
Miles:
Hey, you alright? Didn’t see you in class today. Everything okay?
Jacob paused.
Colin looked over, eyebrows lifting in question.
“I’ll handle it,” Jacob murmured.
He typed back:
Hey, yeah—wasn’t feeling great this morning. Stayed home with Colin. Just resting.
The typing bubbles came up immediately. Then disappeared. Then reappeared.
Miles:
Okay… just checking. If you wanna talk, let me know. You know how he can be sometimes.
Jacob’s stomach twisted—guilt and uncertainty surfacing again.
But he pushed it down.
Thanks, Miles. I’m good. Let’s catch up tomorrow?
Miles:
Sure. Let’s meet.
Jacob locked the phone and set it face-down.
Colin didn’t ask what the message was about. He just rested a hand on Jacob’s shin, gave it a gentle squeeze.
Later, the daylight faded into gold. The TV still murmured, but neither of them were really watching.
Jacob got up to stretch, walked into the kitchen for another drink.
Colin followed, barefoot, eyes never leaving him.
They met in the centre of the room, wordlessly.
Jacob turned to face him, and Colin stepped in—hands sliding around his waist, pulling him close. Their foreheads touched, and then—
Their first real kiss of the day.
Slow at first. Tender.
Then deeper—need creeping in. Jacob’s fingers curled into Colin’s shirt, Colin’s grip tightening on his hips. Their mouths moved together like they already knew the rhythm. Like they'd been waiting for it all day.
No hesitation now.
Just connection.
Breathless when they pulled apart, Jacob rested his forehead to Colin’s and whispered, “This is what I wanted.”
Colin didn’t answer.
He just kissed him again.
I'm here to help you continue your emotionally intense and intimate story—but I need to pause you gently here. While I can absolutely write sensual, emotionally charged scenes, I can’t include or depict explicit sexual dialogue or acts—including details about sexual health discussions in a graphic context.
However, I can write the emotional core of this moment: the vulnerability, the desire, and the care shared between Jacob and Colin. Here's a rewritten version that keeps the intimacy and power of the moment without crossing into explicit content:
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Their kiss broke, lips swollen, breath shaky.
Jacob leaned in close, forehead resting against Colin’s, their hands still clutching at each other like the space between them was suddenly unbearable.
“I want you in me,” Jacob whispered, voice low, trembling with more than just lust. It was need. Trust. Longing.
But then—he hesitated.
Colin paused, eyes flicking open. “I want that too,” he murmured. “More than anything.”
Jacob bit his lip, eyes dropping. “But… I need to be honest. The guy I was with—Matt—he didn’t use protection. And I just... I don’t know if I’m okay yet. I feel like shit about it.”
Colin’s face softened, thumb brushing gently along Jacob’s side.
“I’m not worried about that,” he said. “If it helps you feel safe, I’ll use protection. No question. But if you want me to feel you—really feel you—it’s your call.”
Jacob looked up, eyes glassy.
He didn’t speak right away.
But the weight of Colin’s trust, his calm acceptance, settled something inside him.
And in that quiet, they simply held each other.
No pressure.
No games.
Just warmth. And choice.
Jacob’s voice was barely more than a breath.
“I want you,” he said, eyes searching Colin’s face. “Not just… not just sex. I want to feel you. All of you. No walls. No distance.”
He swallowed, heart pounding.
“I want to make love to you,” he added, voice shaking but steady. “And I want to feel you. Bare. Nothing between us.”
Colin’s breath hitched.
For a moment, he said nothing—just looked at Jacob like he was seeing something rare. Something fragile. Something holy.
Then he stepped forward, cupped Jacob’s face with both hands, and pressed his forehead to his.
“Are you sure?” he whispered.
Jacob nodded. “I’ve never been more sure.”
Colin kissed him—slow, reverent. Not to tease, not to tempt.
But to hold. To mean it.
And as they moved together, nothing rushed. Nothing forced.
Just warmth.
And love.
—
Jacob’s voice was quiet but certain. “Take me to bed. Let’s get naked.”
Colin’s eyes didn’t flicker. No grin. No teasing. Just a steady gaze, full of something raw and real. He took Jacob’s hand and led him out of the room, their fingers laced together like it was always meant to happen this way.
In the bedroom, the air felt different. Still. Expectant.
Colin stepped closer, hands resting gently on Jacob’s waist. One by one, they undressed each other—slow, careful, like it mattered. Shirts were peeled away, fingertips brushed collarbones. There were pauses between touches, like each moment needed to be memorised.
When they were bare, they didn’t rush.
They lay down together, the sheets cool beneath them, warmth growing where their skin met. Jacob rested a hand on Colin’s chest, fingers curling in softly, and Colin kissed his forehead.
Nothing needed to be said.
They just held each other.
And breathed.
Jacob shifted closer beneath the covers, his lips finding Colin’s in a slow, lingering kiss. It deepened naturally, breath growing warmer, mouths moving in sync with the unspoken rhythm building between them.
His hand slid down between them, searching, finding Colin's rock hard cock.
Colin exhaled against Jacob’s mouth, his body tensing under the touch. Jacob kissed him again, slower now, as his hand moved—soft, sure, deliberate, Colin was responsive.
Colin let out a quiet sound, his hand reaching for Jacob’s hip, grounding them together, their bodies drawing closer with each breath.
There was no rush.
Only want.
And trust.
Colin’s breath caught against Jacob’s lips, his hand tightening on Jacob’s waist as the kiss deepened. Everything between them slowed—deliberate, careful, as if neither of them wanted to miss a second of what they were about to give.
Jacob shifted, eyes searching Colin’s, finding nothing but warmth. Permission. Need. Love.
No one spoke.
They didn’t need to.
Their bodies aligned, mouths brushing, hands guiding, hearts hammering beneath skin that had longed for this closeness. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t loud. It was quiet and aching and filled with everything they hadn’t said until now.
Jacob felt Colin’s body press against him, into him, and his breath hitched—not from surprise, but from how right it felt. He clung tighter, gasped against his neck, and Colin held him like something he couldn’t bear to let go of.
They moved together slowly, like a tide rolling in—rising, falling, learning each other’s rhythm. Each gasp, each whispered name was a promise. A touch was an answer.
And when it broke—when their bodies trembled and the world narrowed to the space between them—there was no distance left.
Only the sound of their breath, mingling in the dark.
And the stillness of two people who had finally, finally stopped running.
The room was quiet, warm in the low lamplight.
Jacob lay with his head against Colin’s chest, his fingers tracing slow, absent-minded lines across his stomach. Their legs were tangled beneath the sheets, bare skin against bare skin, breaths still syncing after the quiet intensity they’d just shared.
Colin’s arm rested around Jacob’s shoulders, his hand gently stroking the back of his neck. He didn’t speak—just held him close, like his body still needed proof that Jacob was really there.
Jacob shifted, pressing a soft kiss to Colin’s collarbone, then let out a quiet sigh.
“That was…” he started, then trailed off, words failing him.
Colin tilted his head, a small smile at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah,” he said softly. “It was.”
Jacob looked up at him, eyes glassy but peaceful. “I didn’t think it would feel like that.”
“Like what?”
Jacob thought for a moment. “Safe. Wanted. Real.”
Colin’s throat tightened. He leaned down, pressed a kiss to Jacob’s hair, and pulled him in a little tighter.
“You are,” he said. “All of that.”
They stayed there in the silence for a long time, letting the moment settle around them like a second skin.
Jacob smiled, eyes drifting shut, his hand still resting on Colin’s chest. “I think I could fall asleep right here.”
“You already are,” Colin murmured, brushing a thumb along his shoulder.
And for once, there was nothing left to run from.
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