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The sky was dark outside Jesse’s window. The lamp on his side table was the only light in his room. Protected by the blinds shut over his window and the dim light of the room, Jesse lay sprawled out on his bed. It was late and Jesse was exhausted. But he couldn’t sleep, not yet. He had stripped down to just his boxers. His hands roamed his body, grazing the bulge growing in his boxers, intertwining his fingers in the light patch of hair on his lower stomach, scratching at his chest and neck.
Just a few feet away from him, Mike Ehrmantraut sat on an armchair beside Jesse’s bed. “An experiment”, Jesse had called it. The idea of putting on a show just for Mike made Jesse delirious with arousal. Mike happily obliged. He was stoic, solid, but when it came to Jesse, he was putty in his hands.
Mike arrived at Jesse’s to find the kid in a t-shirt and boxers, pulling him up the stairs, and yanking him into his room. Jesse pulled off his t-shirt and flopped on his bed. Mike pulled up a chair to sit beside him. Jesse laid back and teased himself, waiting. For what, he wasn’t sure.
“So how do you want to do this, kid?” Mike asked, relaxing into the chair casually.
“Thought I’d just get the job done. You watch.” Jesse said, eyes downcast. He took a breath and added, “Talk me through.”
The corner of Mike’s mouth lifted slightly. There was so much Jesse found attractive about Mike, both physically and emotionally. But they both knew that nothing got Jesse going like the sound of Mike’s voice. It was deep and gravelly, commanding but soft. It drove Jesse wild.
“Please, man,” Jesse said, “And I even have that plug in. You never know, maybe it’ll be really good.” Jesse smiled devilishly.
“Sure, darlin’, whatever you want,” Mike smiled. Of course it will be really good. It’s Jesse. Mike didn’t need any convincing, but he sure did like to hear the boy beg. He draped his arms over the arms of the chair so cavalierly, it made Jesse feel dirty. Nearly naked, on display for a man more than twice his age who was observing him like it was the most normal part of his day. Jesse looked him up and down. He still wore his old shoes, faded jeans, and a flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up. The sight of his forearms made Jesse salivate.
“You been good today, Jesse?” Mike asked. He locked eyes with Jesse and refused to break contact.
“Come on, when have I ever been bad?” Jesse toyed. He touched himself through his boxers, a wet stain already growing on the front of them. Mike eyed the stain then quickly brought his eyes back to meet Jesse’s. There was a smugness in them. Jesse knew he had the power, despite wanting Mike to take it.
“Let me see you,” Mike ordered, ignoring Jesse’s little jab. “Take ‘em off.”
Jesse slipped off his boxers and threw them, keeping his eyes on Mike. The unchanging expression on the older man’s face amazed him. Other than a raised eyebrow here and there, Mike was just Mike.
Jesse settled on his knees on his bed, facing Mike. He started touching himself again, slowly working himself up.
“This what you wanted, huh?” Jesse smiled. He couldn’t help but be a little shit sometimes. Without someone to play with, he’d go mad.
“Yeah, that’s good, darlin’,” Mike said, “So good for me.”
The praise went straight to Jesse’s cock. It was something he was just not used to. Most of the people in his life were not particularly kind towards Jesse. Not his parents, and certainly not Walter. Walter, who belittled him at every chance he got. Walter, who went out of his way to find those opportunities. But then there was Mike. Mike knew how to take care of him, to give him the kindness he had lacked in every other aspect of his life. It was an instinct Mike had, he couldn’t help himself. He saw a wounded animal and he had to nurse it back to health. He saw no other option.
After several minutes of watching Jesse, Mike had forgotten that he was supposed to be talking Jesse through. He decided he could not go on without getting at least a little something. Jesse was so beautiful, the curves of his body accentuated by the shadows provided by the dim light of the bedside lamp. Mike could see his ribs, his hip bones, the hollow of his collarbone. Things that disturbed him but, he couldn’t deny it, turned him on.
“Come here, sweetheart,” Mike beckoned, rising from his chair and standing beside the bed. Jesse knelt at the edge of his bed, looking up at Mike with an innocence Mike knew he no longer possessed. Mike cupped Jesse’s face in his hands, kissing his forehead and meeting Jesse’s eyes. His heart melted at the need that filled them, a desperation to be loved, to be taken care of. Mike felt a need too, but his was different, opposite almost. He wanted to give Jesse everything he wanted. This was not anything Mike expected when the kid first sought him out. But he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“You’re so pretty,” Mike said, rubbing his thumbs gently on Jesse’s cheeks. Jesse blushed, fighting to keep eye contact and failing miserably. Mike lifted his chin. “You are. Let me take care of you, darlin’.”
Hesitantly, he removed his hands from Jesse’s face and took a step back. It pained him to lose the touch, but he knew what Jesse needed. Jesse stared at him, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly agape. He patiently awaited his next instruction from Mike, sweat visibly beading on his temple. He prayed Mike could not hear his heartbeat.
“Turn around, Jesse,” Mike said gently. A command, but more of a wish fulfillment than anything else. Whose wish, however, Mike didn’t know.
Jesse turned around kneeling, his feet hooked over the edge of the bed, leaning forward slightly arching his back, supporting himself on his hands. Mike softly laid a hand on his shoulder, massaging his thumb into the base of Jesse’s neck. Slowly, he pulled his hand down the boy’s back, tracing his spine. Jesse shivered at the delicate touch. Mike set one hand on Jesse’s hip, the other settled on the small of his back. And there it was.
Mike stared at the bright pink plug sticking out of Jesse’s ass. He took a deep breath, fighting his urge to go crazy kissing and biting and squeezing the younger man. Instead, he allowed his thumb to slowly circle the exposed base of the plug.
Jesse let out a soft sigh, his hips moving back involuntary. The hand on his hip was gentle but stern, holding him in place. He was so desperate, and the light teasing touches were nowhere near enough for him. There was only one word filling up his head, one word he managed to squeeze out.
“Please,” Jesse whined. “Mike, plea-”
Jesse cut himself off with a moan. Mike’s thumb pushed gently on the base of the plug. Jesse lurched forward, pulled back by the strong hand gripping his hip. He panted, unsure of whether he should grind back against the pressure Mike was applying to the plug, whether he should wait for instructions or ask for permission. The older man held his thumb on the base, moving it around and pushing on it slightly. Jesse’s head was spinning, beyond desperation. He sat still, his hands gripping the blanket beneath him. Squeezing his eyes shut, Jesse did his best to regulate his breathing. If he became overwhelmed, he’d only last a few more minutes. He wanted it, but not that quickly.
Mike watched Jesse’s shoulders rise and fall as he took deep breaths. He could feel his desire grow despite his initial viewing plans for the evening. There was nothing Mike wanted more than to have his hands all over Jesse for the next few hours, completely under his control. But he remembered what the kid had asked for, and he wanted to give it to him. Mike stepped away again, this time returning to his seat beside Jesse’s bed. From a few feet away, Mike could hear a small moan escape Jesse’s lips.
“Let me see you, honey,” Mike repeated, trying to disguise the want in his voice.
Jesse turned around slowly, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. His knees fell open widely. Mike’s eyes went straight to Jesse’s dick. Pink and hard and leaking. Mike stopped himself from licking his lips, tightening his grip on the arms of the chair.
“You’re fucking killing me, man,” Jesse sighed. It was clear that he was exhausted, but still so needy, so desperate to get off. He didn’t want to sleep, but it was so clear that he needed it. Jesse leaned back on his hands, leaving himself wide open, exposed.
“I’m just trying to give you what you asked for, sweetheart. Get on with the show.”
Smugness fell over Jesse’s face, accepting the challenge presented to him. So Mike wanted a show? Well, to be fair, it was Jesse that wanted to give one. Either way, Jesse was going to put on a hell of a show.
He set a hand on his thigh, just above his knee, slowly pulling it towards his hip. He brought his other hand to his chest, letting it roam freely around his torso. He teased himself for a few minutes, scratching at his chest and pinching his nipples. Shivering at his own touch, his eyes fluttering open and shut. He did his best to maintain eye contact with Mike, but he allowed his eyes to roll back when he couldn’t help himself, and he knew what that did to Mike. Jesse could feel his cock leaking onto his thigh, onto the sheets. He looked at Mike, who sat hardly moving, his stoic expression unchanged.
“What’s the problem, old man?” Jesse teased. His hand made its way down his chest, his belly, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock. “Don’t like the show?”
He smiled and began to slowly stroke himself. He allowed his eyes to close and his head to fall back. Deep breaths expanded his chest. Mike shifted in the chair at Jesse’s little noises, sure that Jesse could not see him do so. It was getting harder and harder to watch the boy without touching himself. He did like the show. That was the problem.
With Jesse’s head back and eyes closed, Mike slowly slid his hand from the arm of the chair, across his thigh, to settle on his crotch. He allowed himself a bit of friction, feeling his hard cock through his jeans. Immense relief washed over him just from the light pressure. Mike let out a heavy sigh, and before he could even try to hide it, Jesse had caught him.
“Oh no way, man,” Jesse said, continuing to stroke himself. “No fucking way! This is my show, baby! Hands off.”
“Look kid, someone’s gotta get off here,” Mike grumbled. “Not to say I’m not loving what I’m seeing– believe me, I am. But this ain’t gonna last forever.”
Jesse wanted to be annoyed, but he knew what Mike meant. Getting hard, staying hard, at Mike’s age was somewhat of a challenge. What could he do? Jesse sympathized with him, speeding up his hand on his wet dick. Now a bright shade of pink, dripping across Jesse’s lap.
“Alright, fine, but please, please talk me through,” Jesse halfway begged.
Mike unzipped his jeans and reached his hand into his boxers, nearly smiling at Jesse’s eagerness to finish just for him. He would do what he could to happily return the favor. Although he wasn’t much of a talker, Mike sure could pull out some lines for Jesse.
“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” Mike praised, touching himself. “I love watching you, and it’s just for me.”
“Yeah, unh-,” Jesse moaned. “Yeah, just for you.”
Facing each other, jerking themselves off, watching the other man pleasure himself– Jesse had never been so turned on in his life. At least not in a masturbatory situation. And he was pretty sure this counted. He leaned back against the bed, adjusting his hips to put pressure on the plug. Somehow he managed to shift just so that it hit the right spot for a moment before he lost it. He moaned as his soaked fingers glided across his dick, thumbing the tip.
“Look at you, darlin’,” Mike said, half sweet, half condescending. “My pretty boy, you wanna cum, yeah?”
Jesse keened at the words, and his back arched, shifting the plug inside of him. He whined, beyond his ability to speak coherently. But he did his best.
“Yeah I- unh, fuck, please, oh God,” Jesse said breathlessly. He could feel the tidal wave inside of him growing, and he knew he could not hold out much longer.
Mike’s hand was still wrapped around his dick, now jerking himself off mindlessly. Sure, he wanted to get off, but he could not spare a shred of the attention he was giving Jesse. Mike’s eyes raked over Jesse hungrily. He watched his face, the way the younger man’s eyes were distant and fluttering open and closed in pleasure. He watched his chest, the way Jesse was breathing as if he had just run five miles. But mostly he watched his hands. He could not tear his eyes away from Jesse’s somewhat small hands around his cock. The way he lightly squeezed as he brought his hand towards the tip. The way he allowed his other hand to wander to his nipples, his balls, his neck. Even reaching back to push the plug further inside him.
The burning red of his cheeks had made its way to his chest, warming his torso. Growing whimpers flew from his mouth recklessly, and he was too far gone to even attempt to hold them back. It made Mike’s stomach burn with pleasure. It was clear that Jesse could not take anymore.
“You’re so good, cum for me, honey,” Mike said, unable to decide where his eyes should settle on Jesse for this part.
Jesse came within seconds, shuddering at the pleasure coursing through him. He moaned and whined, collapsing back on the bed as he came down from his orgasm. Thanks to Jesse’s distraction of Mike, Mike had lost his erection. He pulled his hand from his pants. There was always the next time. Besides, the kid had done more than enough for him tonight. He watched Jesse as he lay panting on his back. Slowly, he sat up.
“That was so fuckin’ good,” Jesse smiled. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, to kiss Mike.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, kid,” Mike stood, ready to scoop Jesse up and bring him to the shower. Upon standing, however, Mike saw that Jesse had managed to get his cum on his thighs and the space between them on the bed, as well as on the toe of Mike’s shoe. Jesse glanced down, then back up at Mike, who had one eyebrow raised. The accusatory look on his face made Jesse crack a smile.
“Shit, my bad,” he laughed. “Look, if you don’t want me to blow my load like that then don’t talk to me like that.”
“Messy boy. You’re lucky I don’t make you lick it off my shoes,” Mike grumbled jokingly, scooping his arms underneath Jesse to pick him up.
Mike carefully carried him to the bathroom, all the while Jesse couldn’t help but wish he had made him.