pontmercyfriend | What spring does with the cherry trees.

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jake vickers,
nsfw

What spring does with the cherry trees.

Marius can't quite believe he's taking one of the most embarrassing experiences of his life as inspiration for a date, of sorts, but here he is. Jake had texted him a date and time, and so Marius made preparations. He'd headed out a couple of hours before the end of Jake's shift, stopping first to pick up the promised wine from his work. He'd also stopped for a box of chocolates and any other supplies they might need because it seemed like the right thing to do. Plus, who could argue against chocolate and wine?

He'd found Jake's apartment unlocked, as promised. He'd put the chocolates and wine on the table, grabbing two glasses out of the cabinet in the process, placing them next the wine. He'd taken a few moments to study Jake's apartment, noting how Jake hadn't been kidding when he mentioned not having much in his flat. Still, in spite of that, Marius got a sense for Jake in the place.

He'd lounged a bit, reading a book he brought with him. An hour before he figured Jake to be due home, Marius made his way into the shower, figuring the wetter he was, the better the effect on Jake. He took his time, luxuriated beneath the hot water. He'd let the soap sink into his skin and lathered the shampoo into his hair. By the time he'd stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel to wrap around himself, his hair looked a bit like a bird's nest.

So now he waits for Jake to come home, having already poured two glasses of the wine he brought. He reads on the floor of the living room, dressed in nothing but the towel, as promised. He lets out a contented sigh, smiling to himself. He anticipates the look on Jake's face, his smile brightening. The edge of the towel slides low on his hips.

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Jake's incredibly glad that today wasn't too difficult a day at work. He would have been pissed if he'd gone home with blood or puke or some other bodily fluid all over himself. Sure, he could have showered and changed to get rid of the physical evidence but usually, after hard days, he just wanted to lay on the couch and sleep.

Tonight, he had plans so he didn't want to end up feeling like shit. Thankfully, the day was mostly quiet and the calls were easily tied up and taken care of before he'd gotten off.

Now, he's at the door of his flat, keys in the lock. The door's unlocked, he knew, but he still wanted to give Marius a bit of a warning that he was there in case it was needed. He took a breath, letting himself imagine what's beyond the door before pushing the door open and stepping in.

His hands went to his utility belt, taking it off and laying it near the door.

"Anyone here?" he asked though he could already smell the faint scent of soap in the air. Someone was definitely here.

Marius hears the keys in the lock, a curious sound since Jake left his apartment unlocked. But then, he reckons, finishing the last sentence of the page he's currently on in his book, he probably wanted to let him know he'd made it home. He closes his book and sets it to the side just as Jake, handsome as ever in his uniform, enters the apartment.

He lifts himself up onto his feet as Jake takes off his utility belt, towel moving in time with his steps.

"Hello," he greets, offering Jake a warm smile as he makes his way over to him. He pauses to grab the wine glasses, first, handing one over to Jake as he approaches closer.

"Long day at work?" He asks, his wet hair sticking a bit to the sides of his face. He flushes a bit, hoping Jake likes what he sees.

Stepping further into his flat, Jake stopped when Marius finally came into view. The sight of him standing there only in a towel, hair wet and wine glass in hand had Jake's mouth going dry.

It took him a second to get his limbs working but he finally did, reaching out to take the wine glass. He didn't even try and hide the shameless way he checked Marius out, licking his lips and taking a sip of the wine to try and get his vocal cords working again.

"It wasn't too bad," Jake said once he found his voice. "Slow. Clean. No one throwing poultry at me."

Wearing nothing but a towel is worth it for the expression alone on Jake's face, Marius thinks, feeling both the extent of his near nudity and the thrill at rendering Jake momentarily speechless all at once.

He also doesn't miss the obvious way in which Jake looks him over. He takes advantage of that fact to stretch a bit; to roll his shoulders so that any remaining shower droplets can work their way down the skin of his chest. He follows the movement of Jake's tongue licking his lips with his eyes, and he finds himself just as shamelessly drinking in the sight of Jake just as he does of the long sip of wine he takes.

"I probably should have mentioned this before, but I promise, the wine isn't enchanted," he says, smiling as he steps a bit closer to Jake. He lets a hand fall to play with the collar of Jake's shirt.

"Sounds like a nice day," he says. "Especially the lack of poultry being tossed your way."

"Anything I can do to make it a better day?" Marius asks, gaze falling to Jake's lips.

Marius' words have him looking down at the wine, eyeing it suspiciously. He didn't think Marius would lie though so he took another, longer sip, savoring the taste of alcohol and flavor on his tongue and down his throat. It'd take more than just a glass to make him drunk but the combination of wine plus the way Marius looked might get him there quicker than usual.

"I think you have already made it better," Jake told him with a decisive nod. "This is -- yeah, this is good. I'm really glad we talked about this and that we're doing it."

Jake had to get a damn hold of himself or he was going to babble himself silly. He was smoother than this, cooler than this but sometimes things just got to him and turned him on like nothing else.

"Did you have a good shower?" he asked, calming down a bit. "Nice and warm and wet?"

"Oh God, I didn't mean to make that sound as questionable as I did, sorry," Marius says, flushing and fumbling a bit with his own words, a bit of his old awkwardness coming back. "I really promise it's regular wine I picked up from work."

He takes a large gulp himself, partly to hide his embarrassment, partly to assure Jake he has nothing to worry about. He won't get drunk on one glass of wine himself but the way Jake keeps looking at him will certainly intoxicate Marius in other ways.

"Me too," he agrees, nodding and smiling at the way Jake seems to babble. God, but he is really quite attractive, he thinks, trying to keep himself calm as he continues to appreciate the sight of Jake standing there in his uniform. His hand keeps playing with the collar of Jake's shirt, and he leans in closer to answer him.

"Yes, very nice," Marius tells him. "Warm and wet and long. Relaxing. Only thing that would have made it better would be if you were there with me."

"It's fine, it's fine," Jake told him hurriedly, laughing. "It's a good thing to know especially in this city. I'm pretty sure some shop in this city sells enchanted wine so it's good to know. I appreciate you drinking it all down to prove it, though."

Jake took a few larger sips of his own wine before shifting to set it down so he could pay a little more attention to Marius. He glanced down at the hand playing with the collar of his shirt and sighed contentedly.

"Maybe later?" Jake asked hopefully, eyes bright. "I do tend to take a shower before I go to sleep and I figure that there will be....a need for it later. I'd hate not to take advantage of how good you smell and how soft your skin is after all. I think I'd never forgive myself if I didn't take advantage of this amazing situation."

"It's the least I can do," Marius says with a sheepish grin, shaking his head a bit. "Especially after putting the enchanted wine bit in your head. I'm sure someone does sell it here, too. What does it say about this city that we honestly have to worry about enchanted wine? It's like something out of a fairy tale, almost."

His smile grows and brightens as he feels Jake sigh beneath the hand playing with his collar. Following Jake's lead, he sets his own empty glass aside, the better to concentrate on Jake.

"Later sounds good to me," Marius says, meeting Jake's hopeful gaze with his own. "As I certainly plan on there being a need for it," he says, letting his free hand fall onto Jake's chest, pressing shapes through the fabric as he leans in closer, nearly enough for their noses to touch. "Well, I'm all yours all night," he promises. "So you can take advantage as much as you'd like."

That being said, Marius leans in and does what's been dreaming of since before Jake walked in: steals a kiss.

"Music to my ears," Jake said though he hadn't had any real doubt about there not being a need for a shower. Considering they'd discussed this a few weeks back, Jake was pretty sure that they weren't going to sit down and watch television and cuddle. It might be nice after some other, more strenuous activities occurred but it wasn't going to be the only thing they did.

Jake reached out and rested his hands lightly on Marius' hips which proved to be the absolute perfect spot for them when Marius leaned in and kissed him. Jake clutched his sides a little tighter, trying to keep him close while returning the kiss slowly but eagerly.

His fingers wanted to just take that towel down and off but he forced himself to wait. All in due time, he thought. He just had to let things play out so he wouldn't rush into what could be an all night encounter.

Marius grins into the kiss, leaning in to Jake's hands on his hips as he moves his own to clutch at Jake's face. The kiss is slow, but no less eager for the pace, and Marius finds himself savoring the lack of rush of it all.

He leans in to deepen the kiss, relishing their intimate proximity to one another.

Part of him wants Jake to just tear the towel off of the lower half of his body; the other part of him knows it's better to wait, to not rush what he feels is already promising to be a wonderful evening.

"You must get this all the time," he says when they break for air, voice heavy from kissing. "But you really do look incredible in that uniform."

Jake is not new to kissing. He's not inexperienced or virginal but he would swear up and down that every time he kissed someone, it felt like a first time. The initial press of lips against lips was always electric, always made his heart race. Sometimes the kiss wouldn't turn out very good in the end but Jake hadn't had many of those.

And he definitely wasn't having one of those now. He still had to hold himself back so he wouldn't jump the gun, get right to something that he knew would come later. Instead, he let himself sink into the kiss, memorizing the feel of Marius' lips and how his skin felt under Jake's fingertips.

When Marius pulled away, Jake licked at his lips, eyes fluttering open and mouth curving into a pleased smile. "Thanks. I'd wear it more often but it can get a bit hot sometimes. Lots of gear to carry around too."

It proves difficult to part from such a kiss, Marius finds. He can feel as Jake sinks into the kiss, feel the way their lips brush together in the way electricity thrums throughout his veins and skin. It feels like being struck by lightning and falling all at once, especially sharp compared to the Valentine's Day party, in which Marius had been rendered intoxicated by the enchanted wine.

But the way Jake's eyes flutter open, like a pair of sleepy butterflies, and the way his lips curve into a smile make the parting worth it to Marius. His own hands slide down Jake's face to his neck as he meets Jake's smile with one of his own, his cheeks flushed from their efforts.

"Seems like it would get hot easily," he notes as his hands slide to Jake's shoulders, noting the apparent strength of the fabric. "Especially with gear to carry around. You should slip into something more comfortable, no?" He asks, eyes glittering with amusement. Perhaps he is teasing, just a little.

"I definitely should," Jake agreed though it was hard to make himself want to move. Marius was still close to him, still touching him and Jake considered enduring the uniform for a little longer just so he wouldn't have to break this spell.

But, another, better thought occurred to him. If he changed, he could change into something lighter, something that showed skin and when touching happened then, it'd be even better. So yeah, Jake was going to move. He was going to get his feet moving any second.

First, he was going to reach up and card his fingers through Marius' damp hair, sighing as he did. It was still chilly from the water, ends wetter than the rest and he ruffled it slightly before stepping back.

"Okay, let me go change really quick," he said, nodding and moving towards his bedroom. "Don't go anywhere, yeah?"

Marius is truly torn between wanting Jake to stay in uniform until such time as he can help undress him and yearning to see him in something more revealing. Both options have their appeals, of course.

Still, he can't keep himself from touching Jake, savoring what he can feel of his muscles beneath his uniform.

He lets out a low, pleased noise, almost catlike, as Jake cards his fingers through his hair, leaning into the soft touch. He chuckles at the ruffling to his hair.

"I'll be right here, waiting," he says, leaning in to steal a kiss before Jake leaves. "Promise."

Jake didn't intend to be gone too long. He disappeared into his bedroom, tossing clothes aside as soon as he could. Pants, shirt, tee shirt, socks, anything that was a part of his uniform got tossed into a pile that would have to be washed.

Jake grabbed a soft blue tee shirt and a pair of cotton pants that were loose and clean. Any other day, he would have been wearing this around his apartment when he knew he'd be alone, drinking a beer and watching some television.

Now, he was going to wear it because it was comfortable and, if his wishes came true, easy to take off. He came back out into the living quickly, immediately making his way over to Marius and all that soft, soft skin.

"If I smell, pretend that I don't," Jake told him, leaning in to take a sniff of Marius' shoulder and that soap smell he could faintly smell when he'd come in.

Marius waits while Jake changes in his bedroom, sinking a bit into his own imagination as he visualizes what Jake in the midst of changing out of his work uniform. He leans against the wall of the living room, smiling at both the pictures his mind provides him with and the sounds of rustling clothing coming from behind Jake's shut door. He wonders, too, what Jake's bed looks like. What it feels like.

He brightens when Jake opens the door and steps out, looking quite dapper in his soft blue t-shirt and pants. He moves to meet him, letting his hands fall over the material of his new shirt, playing with and exploring the way it emphasizes his toned skin.

He smiles at that, shaking his head as he leans himself, letting his eyes wander appreciatively all over Jake's body. He leans in to nuzzle a bit at the side of Jake's face, inhaling his scent, a combination of what he imagines police duties to be and his deodorant.

"What if I like the smell?" He says, eyes glimmering. "You do look quite the picture already. Blue looks really good on you."

"Might call you a bit strange if you like the smell," Jake said with a quiet laugh. His own hands came to rest back on Marius' hips, fingers stroking the bare skin there, just brushing the tops of the towel. He wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to hold out on not just taking the towel down but his restraint was holding strong for the moment.

"But, it's also not the worst I've smelled after a shift either," he hummed, closing his eyes and tilting his head to one side to give Marius a little more room to nuzzle and smell and do whatever the bloody hell he wanted. Jake liked it all. He wanted it all.

"You look really good in almost nothing at all," Jake complimented, sighing. "Really, really good."

"I've been called worse than strange; I wouldn't be offended," Marius says, laughing in his turn. He presses in to Jake's touch on the edge of his hips, brushing against the bare skin and fabric of the towel. Such small touches, and yet Marius feels the sparks from them all the way through to his bones, nearly; his breath hitches, and it's hard not to simply convince Jake to shove the towel clean off then and there.

Marius leans into the side of Jake's face, pressing lingering kisses in between nuzzles as he makes his way down to his neck, savoring the softness of Jake's skin, and the warmth of it. He's trying to restrain himself, but the way Jake looks and feels is making such efforts neigh on near impossible.

He smiles at the compliment, cheeks flushing as he moves his hands to play with the edge of Jake's shirt a bit, slowly beginning to creep up under it. "Thanks," he says, moving back up Jake's neck to ghost their lips together. "You make me feel really, really good in almost nothing." And then he steals another kiss, a bit more hungry this time.

"I would think anyone should make you feel good in nothing at all," Jake mused, keeping his lips pressed against Marius', loathe to move as he was. He let his fingers inch underneath the towel and push down slightly, slowly giving into the need to see more and more skin.

He licked at Marius' bottom lip, pulling back and smirking after he'd done that. He didn't stay away long, already diving back in for another kiss before his smile had even left his lips. He just felt too good and tasted too good to stay away for long.

"I feel overdressed," Jake murmured, nipping at Marius' bottom lip and laughing. "You can do something about that if you'd like or I can just get you naked and admire you."

"Mmm," Marius initially answers, because the press of Jake's lips against his and the way his fingers creep beneath the fabric of the towel are sending jolts through him, rendering his ability to form coherent thoughts and words rather dizzy at the moment. "Very, very good."

He gasps as Jake licks his bottom lip, catching sight of that smirk on his face and feeling it a moment later when Jake leans back in. He's grateful he leans back in so quickly, so much so that he clutches at the bottom of Jake's shirt to hold him there, letting out a soft, pleased noise as he deepens the kiss.

"You are wearing too many clothes," Marius agrees when they part, letting his gaze roam over Jake, his breath quickening at the sight. He starts to tug Jake's shirt up over his head. "Or we could both get naked and admire each other?"

The towel is starting to feel restrictive, and Marius thinks he's likely not entirely thinking wholly with his brain, at this point.

"I like the idea of getting naked," Jake breathed, nodding vigorously. "I don't know if I want to just admire you, though. That would just be like dangling a treat out of my reach. You get naked and I'm probably going to jump on you."

Jake wanted that. He hoped Marius wanted that. Feeling Marius' hands at his tee shirt, Jake reached down to just drag the shirt off of him, feeling ridiculous for even putting it on.

"Touch me," he murmured, leaning forward to catch another kiss from Marius. "Touch me, please. Touch me before I jump on you, mate. Because then I'll be touching you and I'm not going to be able to stop anytime soon."

Marius laughs, breathlessly, his voice raw from all the kissing they've already done and the sheer wanting at having Jake so close to him. "I would hope you'd do more than just admire," he says, smiling. "You can jump on me all you like."

He stares a bit as Jake takes off his shirt, drinking in the sight of his naked chest with obvious hunger.

"You should never actually wear a shirt," he tells Jake, leaning in and putting his hands immediately all over Jake's chest, grasping and touching at every inch he can reach. Pawing, really, like a desperate animal. He groans a bit at the heat of his skin, savoring the warmth as they kiss.

"I don't think I'm going to be able to stop touching you any time soon," he gasps against Jake's lips, leaning forward again to kiss him fervently, his hands still roaming and clutching at Jake's skin.

"I don't know if I'd be allowed to not wear a shirt at work but any other time, I will keep this in mind. It's not like I'll really need a shirt. Weather's getting warm and if I do get cold, I'll just find someone to help me warm up."

As he said this, he finally reached for the towel and gave it a tug. "I hope you're not wearing anything underneath this. I've been imagining what's underneath all night and now I've just gotta see."

He leaned in and kissed Marius as he gave the towel another tug, finally getting it loose and dropping it at their feet. He was strong, didn't look immediately because the kiss was too bloody good to just pull away from to gawk at the nakedness he knew was there.

"I readily volunteer myself for this task whenever you need someone to help warm you up," Marius assures him, smiling against the kiss.

He laughs and steals another long, drawn out kiss as Jake tugs on the towel. He wriggles a bit, helping to get the fabric loose. "I promise, there's only skin between me and this towel."

He groans into the next kiss as he feels Jake pull the towel clean off, falling into a pile at their feet. He moves his arms to wrap around Jake's neck, pressing himself flush against him, nakedness and all. He pulls back just a little, just enough to retain some ounce of coherence in order to speak. "See? Can you feel it? Nothing at all."

"Oh, I can feel it," Jake said, stepping closer just to make sure he felt it all. It wasn't exactly what he wanted because he was still wearing pants but it was close enough. He'd lose his own pants soon enough and there was still enough self control left him in to want to tease and torture himself a little more.

He smiled at Marius from the close proximity and let his hands slip lower, curving over the bare skin of his hips that had just been hidden by the towel. He hummed lowly, hands still wandering over his lower back and just above the curve of his ass.

"Everything feels just bloody fine, in case you were concerned," Jake joked, smiling lazily. "I'm going to continue touching just to make sure but yeah, this is -- this is really good. Really fucking hot."

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