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After the squad arrived in Florida, Jake and Holt's attempt to take Figgis down was a story of success. However, back in Brooklyn, the group was then scolded by Captain C.J. for going to Florida, and he puts them on the overnight shift as punishment.

Meanwhile, Jake and Amy had found themselves reconnecting in an awkward way, so Jake tried his best to prove their time apart was nothing but a fleeting memory. They have all the time in the world now.

And at that time, Amy attentively tried to talk to Jake about their time apart, but he didn’t seem to want to talk about it. He’d listen to her stories about the 99, but wouldn't speak more than two adjectives about what happened in Florida. She felt there is something that is bothering him in the back of his mind, but she knew if she insists, he’ll just brush it off. Instead she tried to encourage him to rest, as he was injured.

Unspoken words about Florida were almost forgotten, and Jake couldn’t be more happy. He did his best to rest. He wanted to heal as fast as possible to the human body so he could get back to his detective work. He missed this, he missed them so much.

For more than a month after their return, both Jake and Holt took some time off work to let their injuries heal. Holt got his leg impaled on a metal bar, and Jake got shot in his leg in an attempt to save his life from Figgis.

When Jake returned to the precinct, his gums were showing non stop. He couldn’t hide his excitement. It is actually happening, everything is getting back to normal speed. He could already picture it - Charles will give him lots of praises and a big hug, setting him up to track about their next case. Terry will hug him as well, taking Jake’s breath out of him a little in the process. Rosa will do their signature handshake, nod and tell him that it’s good to have him back. Gina will friendly diss him, in their normal banter. Scully and Hitchcock will share their food with him, a very small part of their food though.

Jake’s heart raced as he entered the 99 precinct. With his almost fully healed leg and his helpful buddy cane, this is the day he was looking for. The days of awkwardness with Amy and no detective work are over. This is going to be the best day ever, and nothing could ruin this for him, the best detective is back!

The first thing Jake noticed was that nobody noticed him. Actually the mood couldn’t have been more bleak. It seemed the night shift broke everyone's spirits. Everyone’s but one - a very unusually smiling captain Holt.

Apparently, Holt returned to the precinct way beforehand. He tried his best to raise morals for over two weeks. He tried everything - jokes, party music, what else could he do?

Jake’s smile disappears behind a confused and disheartened expression. This can’t be it. This should be his go to place and now he just wants to get the hell out of there. What happened to his beloved precinct. Damn you, night shift! Damn.

“Listen up, gather up. I have something important to tell you.” Everyone in the precinct lifelessly rose to their feet. “I know this has been a very trying time. But I want to welcome detective Peralta back into work. We’re glad you’re joining us Peralta.”

Jake felt his cheek blush and a squirmy smile creeping up. He caught Amy looking at him as he forced himself to put on a cool mask. “Thank you, cap! I’m glad to be back.” The squad welcomed him lifelessly, as Jake could deduce from his previous encounter with them.

Holt’s forced smile dropped and now the only person other than Jake that wasn’t all gloomy was gone. “That’s it. Look, I tried my best to keep up the morals here. But I can’t anymore. Do you think I like it on the night shift? Well, I don’t. I hate it. I don’t see my husband. I don’t see the sun. I’m tired, constantly. This is it. I’m done. You try to cheer up the precinct, or don’t. I don’t care. I’m done. Take the day off today, maybe some time off would help all of us to reset ourselves.”

“But-” Jake tried to protest. Jake was up for a roller coaster today. Everyone seemed to be a little shaken, they all thought Holt was happy with the night shift, but it seemed their captain put them first, trying to raise morale while they were all being a little petty. They are all in the same boat.

“This is an order. Go home. Everyone.” Captain Holt closed his office door behind him. It didn’t go unnoticed that Holt was now on with the precinct's bad mood. And Jake noticed something more in his intentions, but couldn’t quite figure it out. Maybe all this time together with Holt in Florida just messed up his instincts. He reads too much into it.

The squad apologized to each other, their faces showing glimpses of remorse and fatigue that was long due. Albeit, not before deciding to make a plan to return to the day shift, together. But, an order is an order. And with a hushed “99!” that Terry summoned, the squad spirit was back; at least some of it. 

A small smile returning to his face, Jake took comfort in the way his group was at least working together now, with a glimmer of hope. It might take a little bit more time, but things will get back to normal. He just needs some patience. After so many months afar, what could be a couple more days?

“Are you coming Jake?” Amy looked over her shoulder. Everybody already went out their ways, but Jake’s head seems to be somewhere else entirely.

“Oh. Yeah. Yes.” Jake tried to concentrate on Amy. Shaking his head in an attempt to push his train of thought away for a second. “Go ahead. I think I’ll stay here for a little while, just to make sure I’m up to track with the next case. Charles has already put it on my desk. See?” Jake pointed towards the packed case.

“Are you sure? Captain Holt told us to take the day off. I’m not sure he’s gonna like it if he sees that you’re still here, working. And the doctor’s ordered you to rest more anyways, so-...”

“Don’t worry.” Jake said with his upbeat worryless tone, as he flashed his best responsible-smiley-face he got. “I’ll be out before you’d notice. I’ll see you back at home.” He added, seriousness added to his expression, “I just need to sort things out first…”

Amy saw her boyfriend's gaze drift to his inner world again, the way he always does when it comes to detective work. “Sure sweety, don’t let me wait too much okay? Actually, I’m pretty tired so, if I already fell asleep, maybe don’t wake me up…” She added playfully.

“Of course, I’ll see you soon Amy.” Jake went to peck Amy lightly on her cheek.

In a matter of a split second, Amy captured his lips with hers hungrily. Maybe it was the fact there were no eyes on them, in their familiar yet empty precinct, after way too much time apart that set Amy’s heat on. She slipped her tongue forcibly and grabbed his ass, grinding her hips against him. The hungry sounds she made, got Jake a little weak on the knees. He was getting increasingly turned on. Embarrassingly trying to muffle out any whimpering sounds coming out of him.

And in a matter of seconds what was given was taken away from him. Jake was left panting, leaning against his desk for support,  with his now semi-hard member. As if an injured leg wasn’t enough to give him a hard time standing up. He never needed more than a second of Amy’s tortuous flirting, he knows he’s already gone for. So Jake found himself turned-on in an empty office. How is he gonna concentrate on his glorious case now? Wait, was this her plan all along? Oh, how viciously wicked and tremendously tempting. But, nevertheless, he has missed his work for far too long, and now he finally gets his prize.

About an hour later, Jake got lost in his wonderland, not regarding the time even one bit. It seems that, somehow, an empty precinct is even more quiet at night. Jake’s new case is thrilling, and he seems to be doing his best not to think about Amy waiting for him at home. Maybe, even successfully so. He can’t wait to talk to Charles about the lead he found. 

Beep, beep, The precinct’s clock was making a sound. It has been an hour indeed, and now Jake noticed it as well. The clock noise seemed to distract him way too easily. Maybe it’s too quiet for his own good. Well, the lead would have to wait for tomorrow, this is at least a two men mission anyways. Time to go home to Amy.

Reminded of their passionate encounter moments before, Jake’s awakening member made him understand that he got himself a problem he most definitely needs a release from. 

Jake hobbled towards his desk’s drawer and took out a black worn-out clothing. It was his favorite hoodie, even though it had these little holes in it. Jake planned on using it to cover up his pelvis area, it should do the job. He doesn’t need anyone to think he’s a creep wandering on Brooklyn's streets. Especially at this time at night. He walked to the elevator and pressed the button. Jake could already picture Amy’s on their bed, calling him.

“Make me feel good…” He swears that he could practically hear her.

“Ahh… My good boy…” Wait. That voice.

Jake tippy toed towards the place the voice came from. Distracted, he left his cane behind him. He found himself sheepishly (and with much difficulty) standing in front of a closed-door drapes-shutted office. Was Captain Holt still in the precinct? ButJake was sure his captain had already left. It can’t be. And the lights seemed to be turned off over there anyways. He must be imagining things. The voice seemed to stop. Ghosts? Crooks he can handle, but this is not what he signed for. He needs to go home. 

Just as Jake turned around, a sound of a chair being moved was heard, and Jake entered his survival mode. He recalled, he didn’t really see his captain leaving the precinct, only locking himself in his office. It was then he knew he needed to hide, and fast. Amy was right, he shouldn’t be there. He should’ve left the precinct with the rest of the squad. Holt’s gonna be pissed. Oh, this is an understatement. What if Holt will order him to stay at home for two more weeks like his over-exaggerating doctor ordered him? No, no, no. This can not be happening. 

The door slowly opened, filling the room with a loud creaking sound. Fortunately for Jake, he managed to hide on time. There he was, under Jina’s desk, which was his best choice as it was closest to captain Holt’s office door. Is there such a thing as too many pictures of shirtless ripped Australian fellas? Jake thought to himself whilst looking around. Anyhow, good for you mate! Delighted by his Australian lingo, Jake muffled a giggle with both his hands over his mouth and wished Gina was there to appreciate it. Well, maybe not quiet at that moment.

The footsteps seemed to get further and further away, and Jake was ready to bolt before Holt would notice his best detective had been present. A distracting thought entered his mind, about his not-so-clever yet amusing rhyme, ‘Bolt before Holt’, causing his mouth to blurt a muffled giggle once more. No, now’s definitely not the time, Jake scolded to himself. Focus, Jake, focus. Getting caught defying the captain's orders on the very first day you return to the job was definitely not the plan.

Hastily standing up from his hideout, expression full of pain and mouth tightly shot, Jake cursed himself under his breath. Foolish of him to leave his cane behind. He looked in all directions and started to quietly move, limping towards the elevator. At that moment, he heard a voice from the office again; What seemed to be faint breathing sounds, he believed. Was someone injured? Why does it sound like someone is in pain?

The all-too-familiar footsteps that went away less than a minute started getting closer again and Jake, without a second thought, jumped with his one good leg into his captain’s dim office as fast as he could. Forearms pressed to the tabletop, stabilizing himself on his captain’s desk, Jake's attention was caught by the only source of light in the room.

A gray, small-screened laptop that was left open, unattended, currently playing a video, sounds almost entirely mute. The first thing he noticed was a black and bald, handsome man in an officer uniform. He’s probably about the captain’s age, Jake thought to himself. The second thing he noticed was that there was another officer there, who was kneeling in front of what seemed to be, according to the visibility of their ranks, his superior officer. 

Forgetting his situation for a moment, Jake could not help but think about the resemblance between himself and the little guy. Although this could as well be Kevin or just any random white dude, he cannot say, he only has a view on his back for now. The kneeling officer was being patted slowly by the older men, who was basically towering over. Jake’s tummy started to swirl. His semi hard member awakening back to life, insistently reminding him that he craves attention. 

The stepping sound was getting louder, and Jake reminded himself that he’s got to brush it off for now and pull himself together. He’s not out of danger yet, and these footsteps were getting dangerously close by and would step in any moment now. Why didn’t he hide back under Jina’s desk? Jake cursed himself for his curiosity that had got the best of his instinctive judgment. Eyes searching for an escape, he caught the rolling desk chair in his hand and moved it away. Just a little, just enough so he could crawl under the desk and wish to disappear. 

Jake curled up into a ball; Back pressed against the back of the apparently cold desk, sitting on the even colder floor; Legs tight against his torso, arms hugging his knees in a death grip; Head covered with his hoodie. Somehow hoping this full-of-holes piece of clothing would hide him from his captain's sight. Maybe the lack of light would help too, Jake dearly hoped. He couldn’t even think about the pain he got from his leg. All he could think about was how not to get caught.

Still holding his uncomfortable position with his right arm wrapped around his slowly-desensitized legs, Jake used his left hand to match the holes in his hoodie with his eyes. And suddenly, with his sight returned to him, what seemed to be Captain Holt’s lower body was in his view, no more than an arm's reach. 

Holt released a jaded sigh as he adjusted his chair in front of his laptop. Jake heard a sound of something being put on the desk, then a zipper being opened. And then it dawned on him, it was his captain’s pantsuit’s zipper. And Jake could feel his heartbeat race like crazy. What is he gonna do?

“Do you like what your captain is giving you?”

“Ye-Ah..Yes sir. Yes. More. Please!” Oh damn. By the sound of it, it seems that not only the video sound was turned-on. 

Jake could clearly hear the monologue and attach it to the faces (and more so bodies) of the men he saw in the video before. He could picture the kneeling man, panting his life out under his superior officer. Maybe getting his sensitive nipples pinched, or his member touched, or… Oh my gosh, what is he doing? He can’t be there when Holt’s–... He has to say something. This is way beyond inappropriate. How the hell is he gonna get himself out of this mess.

“Please what, my good boy?” Jake heard a wet sound above the desk. Lube, obviously , he declared. Holt’s hand was working on his gradually hardened fleshy member. Jakes felt his mouth salivating, his own member starting to wake up against his will to the filthy banter. Right palm was pressing hard against his own member who’s been driving him crazy.

“How can I withhold you when you ask so nicely.” Jake noticed the men’s tone in the video became more sinister.

This was all way too overwhelming. And he started to accept the feeling that he had passed a point of no return. He felt dizzy, he knew he should resist the urge that he felt. But he also could not explain himself the reason to do it, feeling it was pointless. Jake's eyes couldn’t tear away from the scene in front of him. His eyes were full, his ears were full. He shook his head, terrified of his own body betraying him, of his lack of reasoning. Jake pressed his palm harder against his covered member in a futile attempt to calm himself down.

Silence fell upon the room. Something has stopped, not just in the video, Holt’s movement was stilled as well. A begging sound followed right after, “What- Why?… No, daddy! Daddy, please! Please don’t leave! Don't leave me, please!” 

Jake felt as perplexed as the little detective. He suddenly felt vulnerable, and very-very little, falling into a younger headspace.

“Don’t worry my boy, I’m right here. Turn around, I want to look at your face as I make you mess up that beautiful uniform of yours.” They must have switched to be back to back at one point then, Jake thought to himself.

“Yes. Please sir. I’ll be good, I promise. Just please, I need to feel you inside me.”

Wet sounds were filling Jake’s ears. Eyes filled with the returning motion of his captain’s hand along his shaft. Smooching and panting sounds were heard. And then again the sound stopped. 

“My boy, you know, you are my best detective. Nothing would take that away… However, - ” A dramatic pause, and with that again the motion of the hand stopped. “However, I do not wish to order you to sort out your uniform once more. I know you can be good for me, but today you tested me. Didn’t you?”

“I-... You didn’t seem to care that much when I got that last case done perfectly… You don’t seem to pay attention to me anymore, so I-...”

“So you acted up?” The darker tone made Jake flinch.

“I just…”

“Up and over Daddy’s lap, baby boy.”

“No- no- No! I’ll be good! I promise.” Jake could hear the fear in the younger one’s voice. He noticed Holt’s hand playing, teasing with his member’s head and under shaft. Jake gulped.

“I believe you, but I’ll be more sure after we get some discipline into you. I like my boys well mannered, as you know. Now, hop on. Don’t let me wait. Daddy’s going out of patience, my boy.”

“No! no- Please! Daddy, please!” The younger voice sounded much more frantic now, and all over the place.

“Color?” Something in the authoritative tone became a little more soft this time, Jake sensed.

“Green” Hearing that Jake realized this was all part of their foreplay. He is kinky himself, he knows what safewords are.

“Now pull yourself up here, or I’ll pull you up myself by that beautiful hair of yours and would be much less merciful.”

“Yes! Yes Daddy. I’m sorry Daddy. I’m sorry! sorry, please…” A sound of climbing and settling down, the brushing of skin against fabric was clearly heard. 

Tension filled the air. One of Holt’s hands was rubbing along his inner thigh as the other was working on his shaft. Jake was only noticing now that his hand slipped through his uniform’s pants, under his boxers. He was working himself off to the same rhythm of his captain, hypnotized. The thought of his captain catching him in action just added more of that kind of horrific thrill. Jake was shaking and twitching, full of fear and excitement, only his captain in his mind, leading him through his pleasure.

“The consequences for your naughtiness and intentional misbehavior are nine spanks. One for each officer today who saw you acting up, and three more for intentionally defying me.” A muffled whine was heard, as the older man continued. “Make sure to refer to me as ‘Captain’ after each count, or ‘Sir’ if it suits you better, and thank me at the end. You are not to refer to me as ‘Daddy’ until you finish taking what I give you for your lack of professionalism. For that period of time, I am your captain, and your captain only. Is that understood and accepted by you?”

“Yes sir. Thank you sir. Please make me good, I wanna be good…”

Jake could hear the counting start. He felt his member pulse beneath his sweaty palm. He was close, he could feel it. With half-closed eyelids, completely dazzled, he was ready to finish himself off any second now. But as his captain had stopped working on himself, switching instead to teasing again, Jake did too. As if his hand was not his own. As if he bonded his pleasure to his captains. 

“Aw-Six. Sir. Thank you sir.”

The sound of each spank was loud, each one getting increasingly louder than the once before, and so were the little detective’s cries. He was nearing the end though, Jake thought to himself, trying to soothe his heart with that. 

“Ah!” Voice slightly hoarse and very drained from screaming, the little guy was practically in tears now. “seven, captain. te-thank you. captain. thank you-... tha-” It felt like the guy was in some sort of a trance, repeating a mantra that has put his soul in a tranquil state. 

Jake understood, somehow. The adrenalin, he is not that far away from the guy right now. All Jake could focus on was his own captain, right in front of him. Did he wish for his captain to find him like that? Jake pushed this thought away, and saw Holt hand dig into his pantsuit, holding himself from touching, while the other gripping at the base of his hard and leaking member.

“Good job, my pretty boy. Now, present yourself. Take your rightful place, on all fours, beneath your superior. Let me claim my prize with that freshly marked, cute piece of ass.”

Jake swore he could hear the little guy giggle in glee at that. Seconds later, wet and harsh pounding sounds fill the room. Holt's hand started to move more feverishly than before. No holding back. Jake tried to follow his lead, matching their rhythms. His gaze was drifting into a dreamlike state.

“Yes, my good boy. How good you are for me…” This time Jake attentioned was caught up in Holt’s voice, as he spoke, his voice low. He noticed how Holt's breath seemed more heavy. His captain might be close, just as he is himself… 

Suddenly Jake felt something wet and warm on his cheek and his reality was finally falling apart. Holt was coming, with a deep raspy moan. Jake didn’t even take a second to think about it. He spread his legs forcibly, oblivious of his injury, and ran his hand faster, coming hard with his captain. Jake’s brain worked at least enough to cover his mouth with his left hand and his torso with his jacket, not to alert his companion.

Both still move their hands on their sensitive members through climexing, panting. Jake was done for, he still can’t believe what he has done. How is he gonna show his face tomorrow and face his captain when his face was so close to his captain's thick member?

Jake was already starting to fall into the rabbit hole with his anxious thoughts, until he heard one word that pushed everything away, and left him stunned.

“Peralta…” Holt hummed under his breath. Quietly, but not quiet enough so that the said peralta won’t notice.

Mouth still covered up with his hand. Drained yet satisfied member in his other hand. Jake's eyes opened wide.

Now what?

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“Peralta…” Holt hummed under his breath. Quietly, but not quiet enough so that the said peralta won’t notice.

All fell into silence. All but one man's heavy breathing, who tucked himself back into his pants.

Eyes wide as can be, Jake strengthened his grip on his covered mouth, his other hand holding his drained yet satisfied member. Did his captain see him? If Jake was not panicking before, he was now. Because, Jake knew, that if his captain didn’t see him under there, then that has to mean one thing.

Jake was used to being called ‘childish’, and might as well be sometimes, but he’s not dumb. He didn’t earn his well-deserved title of “Amazing Detective/Genius” for nothing. Sure, he wasn’t holding the title currently (yet, you just wait and see), but Jake could bet that even Hitchcock and Scully could figure it out if they were in his position. Not that they even will be though.

What is his position anyways? What the hell did he just do? Oh man. There it is. Tremendous feelings of guilt and after-the-fact shame. He had let the adrenalin get the best of him. He had allowed himself to let his guard down. Hell, how would he tell Amy about it? No! Amy must never know. I could never- But Dr Phil said honesty is the key to healthy relationships. Oh–... Screw you Dr Phil!

The sound of a laptop closing pulled Jake out of his thoughts. And when Holt stood up, Jake’s mind went blank. He should try and put up a sentence to explain himself because in a moment his captain is going to expose him from his hideout and he would need to give a really good reason behind the very-unruly scene he presented.

But as Holt did his way toward the door, Jake realized: Captain Holt gave himself a handjob thinking about me. His mind was swirling, and this realization kept repeating itself. Did his brain break?

Another loud sound, door being shut, and then footsteps getting farther away. Jake hoped Holt would not lock the door, he really didn’t have it in himself to pick a lock right now. He just wanted to get back home. And take a shower.

The footsteps got close again. Door opened, something was being taken from the table. The lube, smort, Jake stated. The door closed again, and the footsteps went on their way.

After the sound of an elevator being open and shut, Jake pulled himself up with much difficulty. Careful as to not smear any of his mistakes on his captain’s furniture. Borrowing a couple of hand-wipes to clean both of his cheek and his left eyebrow, (whilst resisting the curiosity to taste and smell it). He decided to borrow another one and cleaned the spot he was sitting on, just in case he missed a bit of his spill that wasn’t caught in his hoodie. Straight to laundry. Jake thought with a sour face.

Jake toddled towards the door, stuffing the used hand-wipes in his pocket, to throw in a dumpster outside the precinct. He opened the door and looked for his cane. He noticed it was leaning against Jina’s desk. Have I left it there? Jake was too exhausted to recall.

Using his renewed support, Jake made his way towards the elevator. He pushed the button and waited as he tried his best not to get in his head. He can’t think about this, he needs a break. Free from this deadly silent office and his midnight uncalled for adventure.

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Getting home was a drag. He wished for someone to take care of himself, he was still in his little headspace. And he couldn’t seem to shake it off yet.

Entering into their shared bedroom, Jake's heart warmed as he noticed how Amy left his night light for him. Jake felt safe around her. He knew he was lucky. He was smiling just at the thought of her in his life. He needed her so much right now. Amy told not to wake her up. Jake remembered. But in this state, all reasoning seemed to go out the window. He just needs his Amy right now.

“Amy…” Jake whispered, a little worried as if he should be waking her up or just try to sleep it off.

“...” She was soundly sleeping, the fine white fabric of her nightgown barely covering her. Jake noticed how her body was making the shape of a question mark. Beautiful Amy, Jake thought to himself.

“Amyyy~…” The second time Amy’s name slipped through his lips, his little headspace got the best of him and he started to snuggle up against her, nuzzling her nape. He needed to feel her warmth.

“...hm?...” Amy’s sleepy voice questioned. “...hey sweetie, it sure took you a long ti-…” 

“nooo but- buut- butt- Amy! Jakey wanned to be back. N- Am. tried to be back. need shawer. wan Amy help Jakey be clean pwease~”

Amy knew about Jake’s headspace. He confessed to her early in their relationship. It was at the weekend they took a trip together and his father showed up out of nowhere to ask for Jake’s favor. At night, Jake told her in length about his past, his family, the way his dad mistreated him, the overly sexual acts he was exposed to seeing him with other women, the mistrust and loneliness he felt, the heartbreak for his mom and the role he took to provide for the family from a very young age…

Stuff like that takes a serious toll on your psyche, Amy knew that. Jake was anxious confessing to her about everything, but Amy reassured him that learning about him honestly only pulled them closer to one another. Actually, as she got to know Jakey more and more, she realized she adored the little boy. As much as she adored her Jake. Her respect for him just grew wider. And Jake was always there, not only for her but for the entire squad. He took on the role to protect his friends, make them smile, happy, and he cherished them dearly. At the very least, he deserved to be cared for just as much.

So, when Jake told her that he sometimes feels his little self around her, she was all ears. With an open heart, and an open notebook (which held a binder, of course,) Amy sensibly picked up as many notes she could gather. Be it her boyfriend, he main source, or others, such as videos, studies and even therapeutic professionals. She also encouraged him to speak up about it and tell her when he needs her. Over the time, Amy found out Jake feels more comfortable asking for help in his little self. This wasn’t a surprise, but a relief. At least he has a way to ask for it, she thought with a warm smile.

Amy pulled herself up by her hands, resting her back against the white pillows. She rubbed her tired eyes gently with the palms of her hands, and reached toward the case of her glasses, laying on the wooden dresser. She put them up, settled them on her nose, and took a soft look on her little one’s head in her lap, looking at her adoringly.

“How are you feeling Jakey?” Although lighthearted, there was a strain of concern in Amy’s voice. The wise detective knew better than to let her boyfriend’s cute demeanor distract her. It was Jake’s first day back at work, and it might not have been what he expected. If Jake regresses into his little headspace, that means something might have triggered it. There were pleasant triggers as well, Amy knew, but she also knew how to sense something was bothering her little guy. Maybe something happened after she left him at the precinct.

Jakey seemed to ponder his words for a few seconds before answering.

“I-... I don’t know.”

Puppy-like chocolate eyes looked up to Amy, as tears started to form in them. Amy’s heart clenched. Jakey seemed frightened. Whatever it was that was going on, Amy felt she needed to figure it out. But first, she needed to take care of Jakey.

“Oh sweety. That’s okay. I’m right here.” Amy bent her head down, pressed soothing soft lips on the little’s frowning forehead, embracing him with her arms. “Let me take care of you, baby boy. Can you tell me what you need right now?”

Jake sniffed, rubbing his hands across his face, tears started falling down. “sh-shawa-.. pweze Amy..”

“Come little one, let’s clean you up.” Amy grabbed one of the pillows supporting her and used it to place beneath the little one’s head, replacing her lap. She moved towards the foot of the bed, taking each of his legs and pulling them until they were bent at the end of the bed and dangling from it. She took off his shoes, then his socks. Then she threw away the socks, noticing one had a hole. Straight into the garbage, she thought as she scored into the basket bin in the corner of their bedroom.

The little one seemed to be turned mute, tears forming trails on his cheeks. She continued by taking off his tie, unbuttoning his light blue shirt. Amy noticed how Jakey’s chest rose up and down faster than normal, one more indication of stress added to the list. She took a peek at his face, not even his hands could cover up the blush he had going on. Lovely Jakey, Amy thought. A smile faintly raising to her face and falling down into the same attentive and worried expression.

Continuing the process, Amy followed by undoing the black hoodie, wrapped around his pelvis. She then took off the brown belt, and followed by unzipping his jeans.

Jakey’s hands rushed to Amy’s as he whispered, “no.” A worrisome look on his face.

“Oh,” This took Amy a little bit by surprise. Usually Jakey had no problem letting her undress him. He felt safe around her. Amy didn’t know what seemed to be the reason for his objection, but she knew better than to push about it.

Amy put some distance between them. Not more than an arm's reach, just enough to give her little some space. And she asked, softness to her voice “What can we do to help you get in the shower and clean up then? Do you want to underdress yourself, little one?”

“-m sorry, Jakey’s dirty… no good for Amy” The little guy whimpered, hiding his face behind his hands again.

“That’s okay to be dirty, that’s what showers are for. Can you let me see your beautiful face? Here, give me your hands, let’s get you toward the shower, we can take the rest of the clothes there.”

The little one nodded his head, although without confidence. Amy’s tone was the most comforting sound in the world to little Jakey. He slowly tested if he could move his hands, peeking through his fingers first before extending them to her.

Amy took his hands in hers, and helped Jakey’s to his fit. “Come on up, I’ve already put your pajamas on your dresser for you before I went to sleep. Wait for me in the bathroom, you can sit over the footstool if you’d like, can you do that sweet thing?”

“ok. yes i can. will wait there then,” On his way to the bathroom, his thoughts started to wonder again. What he saw, what he did, what he felt. Shame and guilt flushed through him in waves.

“Alright, my baby boy. Do you want me to help you with those last pieces of clothing you're wearing?” Amy said as she places his ninja-turtles pajamas on the bathroom shelf, along with deep blue boxers and a nice clean white towel next to them.

Jakey just nodded, in a timid manner, and raised his arms to either side of his body, lips and eyes tightly closed. Amy continued to unzip his jeans, pulling them to the floor with his boxers. She noticed they were sticky. However, she didn’t smell an acidic smell of pee. Instead, she realized, it was as if he came in his pants. As if Amy didn’t have enough questions until then, now she really had to hold herself from intruding the little boy with them.

As quiet sniffs were restarting above her, Amy realized she hadn’t said anything for ten seconds too long. “That’s okay little one, I’m here. I’m right here with you, I’m not going anywhere, unless you want me too. Let’s get you in the shower, clean you up and go to bed. I see you could use some rest, don’t you my love?” Amy tried to reassure him.

“ohhw…mmhha.. too good-... Amyz to good for Jakey. m bad.” The little seemed to be holding himself from sobbing at this point. “-m sorry Amy, m vewy-vewy sorry”

“I hear you. I see that you are upset, but hear me out please. You know, Jakey is precious and a very-very good boy. So please be kinder to him for me, okay little one? With that big heart of yours.” Amy patiently responded, as a matter of facts.

“b-but Ames reallyy m very sorry please- i can not lose you” Jake-y has been coming in and out of his headspace, Amy noticed. And she feels it’s too fast, she feels Jake’s closing up on her, on himself, probably spiraling in with his anxious thoughts in his head.

“Jakey, I don’t know what you are apologizing for, but no matter what it is, I believe we can solve this out together. Because I believe in you, and I believe in myself, and I believe in us. For the time being, let me take care of you, okay? You don’t have to fix anything, let's get you cleaned up first. If you’d like to talk afterwards, we’ll talk. Or we can go to sleep cuddled up together. Your choice, little boy.”

The little one seemed to calm a little at Amy’s words, settling back into his headspace. He sniffed one last time, wiping his face with his hands as he nodded. Amy extended a helping hand toward her boyfriend, helping him in the tub. She turned up the shower handle, making sure the water was just fine in temperature before running it over his body.

The teary boy closed his eyes as she wet his hair and washed his face with the care of her good hands. Amy added comforting words to him all through his shower, “You are doing so well my boy, I’m so proud of you.” She grabbed a sponge, poured little soup on it and gently robbed it along his body. From top to bottom, not leaving any part of his body behind, and heard all the tension leaves as she did so with a deep and long and tired sigh.

As the shower came to an end, Amy extended a guiding hand once more, helping her little one up on his feet, making sure he didn't stumble and fall. She picked up the towel and dried his hair, moving to his neck, arms, torso, pelvis, legs and feet. Next, she picked up the clothing she had for him.

“Beautiful baby boy,” Amy tenderly whispered, covering his body with little pecks as she dressed him up slowly. She observed carefully, not to miss out on his blush she loved so dearly, on his adorable expression as he was sucking on his bottom lip.

Amy rose up slowly to her feet and was immediately wrapped in a warm embrace. She wrapped her arms against Jakey’s hugging body, and led them towards their shared bed. She tucked him in and wished him goodnight, with smiling eyes and loving face. She got into their bed herself, on her usual left side, and turned right to spoon him. Jakey grabbed the hands that were wrapping him like a blanket and intertwined their fingers together.

A few moments past, and slurred mumbling was coming out of the little spoon. Amy gave a soft swift squeeze to his hands and said, “I’m sorry love, I couldn't quite hear you. What is that? you precious thing…”

“I—... Amy, I-…” Jake’s grown up voice seems to come back now. “Amy, I feel so bad. I should’ve left the office with you.”

Amy considerately decided to keep quiet and let Jake dictate the pace of the conversion.

“when you left-... I was- VERY turned on and just- I tried to concentrate on the case- and- and- and I was supposed to go- I heard… -almost mute voices, and I forgot cap was still in the precinct… I used the hoodie to hide under his desk… I mean-... the hoodie was to cover my lower part because, you, you know- and- and- and- I was first hiding under Jina’s desk - which has A LOT of Australian shirtless dudes over there, by the way - and then I got out of there - but the footsteps again - I jumped in the office - I didn’t have time - everything hurts - and I saw this dude patting the other, younger dude - and I thought, I think, he looked like me? I don’t know what I am saying…”

“That’s okay sweetie, take a breath, I’m listening. Take your time.” Amy soothed him, taking notice of his rapidly increasing heartbeat with the touch of their hands.

And so Jake followed the advice, taking a deep breath. He took comfort in the way his back was pressed against his girlfriend's embrace, feeling her chest expand and contract as she breathed in and out. And feeling more stable this time, he continued. “Everything at the office was dark. I hid under the table because Holt came back to the office. I was terrified. I thought maybe if I sit it through quietly enough, Holt won’t even know I ever was right there with him. But his trip to the office wasn't as short as I thought.”

Jake took another breath, eyes shut hard, then opened again. “I was turned on by the thought of coming back to you but was caught up there. There I was caught up to an entire scene I didn’t expect. Porn, older superior officer spanking principles to his subordinate detective, who apparently misbehaved. He called him ‘his little boy’, and the other one called him ‘daddy’, or ‘sir’, or ‘captain’.”

Jake took a deep breath again, a mix of shame and embarrassment crept to his face. Amy knew Jake had daddy-issues with their captain. Hell, the entire squad knew, their captain included. This was no secret. There was this one day he straight up called Holt “dad”, everyone heard it, especially Holt, there’s no coming back from that. And Amy sees their captain as a father figure as well, she admits that, but nothing as intense as the thing Jake has towards the man.

Jake opened his mouth, trying to speak up and continue, but he found himself unable to go through with it. His mouth closed without a word, and then another deep breath. Jake tried to come himself down. All emotions crept out of him as they overflowed. He turned around in his place, to his left side, towards Amy. Her face close to him, their hands intertwined between their warm bodies, covered with white sheets. He looked deeply into her eyes, searching for judgment, for disgust, for rejection. But he only found a mix of confusion, curiosity, worry, and love. And so, he resumed.

“The captain was sitting on his chair, touching himself. For a long time, on and off and on again. Until he was coming, without any knowledge of his own directly on my face. Which was not covered well enough with the hoodie.” As Jake's speech went on, his voice detached at this point, almost as if he gave up on the conversation entirely. As if he carried on only to finish what he had started. Utter shock flashed through Amy’s eyes.

“And I wish this was the end of the story. Him walking out of there, me escaping to you. But that is not the case... I-... I wasn’t thinking. I don’t know why I did this. I love you so much Ames, I don’t know what I’m gonna do if I lose you.” Jake's puppy eyes were staring at with tremendous admiration, shaded by exhaustion and fear. Amy's heart clenched at that. 

“I love you too, I don’t know what I’ll do without you just as much.” Amy emotionally added. Her eyes showed an increased sense of concern. Nothing could prepare her for what she was going to hear, Jake knew that. So he took a deep breath, with the intention of finishing his story, and he spoke the words that opened Pandora's box. “Amy...

I touched myself.”

Amy froze, her brain struggling to process the new information. What does that mean? What does that mean? Wha-

“I touched myself as I watched. The entire time, I was transfixed. I couldn't tear my eyes away. I was so turned on. I tried to reason myself not to act on this urge I felt, but I didn’t find one reason. Or maybe I didn’t want to... At one point I was matching my rhythm to the captain's. As if my hand and my pleasure were not mine, but his.” 

Jake closed his eyes, as if to shade himself from the eyes of the world, or maybe recall a treasured memory. “I wanted so badly to be called a good boy by him. To be seen as one. To be made into one, even - receive some discipline. Under his guiding powerful big hands. Under him... It was like my mind was somewhere else but yet fully present at the same time. It felt so good. But bad. And wrong. And -”

Jake inhaled a shaking breath, as if he forgot he needed to breathe as he was speaking. He opened his eyes, searching for Amy’s which were observing him. Words continuously flowed out of him, voice shaking. And he was seemingly slipping into his little headspace again. “And I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I think I’m broken. I must be. n I don’t see how I can fix this. Fix myself. Fix us. All the awkwardness the past few weeks since Florida, I noticed it and just hoped that it would all go away. That things would get back to the way they used to be… but they can’t- they didn’t when dad got back again wiv mommy. didn’t when die hard 2 came out and was bad so bad i had to forget it. things don’t go back, they just don’t.”

Amy took in a deep breath, using her own advice. And she exhaled slowly, feeling all tension leaving her body. Remorse and compassion in her tired eyes. “You cannot fix what is not broken, sweety. But you are right, things won’t go back to the way they used to. They never do…” 

Amy paused for a few seconds, looking deeply into Jake's eyes as if staring into his soul, and Jake felt as if he was one second away from his soul leaving his body. But then, Amy’s lips were forming a smile, her white teeth gracefully showing.

“But they’ll move forward. Towards somewhere new, and exciting.” Amy concluded with confidence, softly squeezing Jake's hands in a comforting manner. “And I believe we can figure it out together.”

“H-how? bu-t how?” Jake was going to break into sobbing if not for Amy’s eyes. They had that glimmer she always has when solving a case.

“If I understood correctly, you are describing something along the lines of DDlb. So, Daddy Dom - little boy. Which I’m familiar with due to all the research I’ve done when I studied about littles and littlespace, caregivers and CGL as a whole. Well, it’s different, but I think I know just about enough to understand the dynamic and appeal. I most definitely would get back into researching this one. So, as I see it, most of the time when you're with me as a little, not always, but most of the time, it's a pretty young mindset, and it’s very innocent in its nature. There’s no sexual tension to it at all.”

“Right, sure, sure, sure. No doubt, no doubt...” Jake stressed the words in his mouth, not really getting where Amy was getting at.

But then there are those rare times, which you seem like you get in some sort of a dreamlike state. When I was more domineering, in bed. But this isn’t my go to, and you know that as well. I don’t like to be strict with you, I’m too afraid of being mean to you for more than one minute. Though I don’t mind some teasing, word foreplay, role playing. Anyways, what I think is that, maybe, just, maybe the reason I saw so little of that sexual submissive side of you, is simply because I wasn’t giving you what you needed, specifically for these needs.”

“But Amy- No- You are so much more than I could even ask for-” Jake said, his voice full of worry, confusion and guilt.

“It’s reasonable that we won’t be able to fulfill each and every single need each of us have for one another. We both have our work that we’re passionate about, and friends. Our relationship doesn’t come to replace that, but to add to that. And above that, it’s not like thinking about it repels me, or puts me off. On the contrary.”

“What are you saying?” Jake asked, confused out of his mind, this whole conversation making him dizzy again.

“As long as you are willing to maintain a completely honest communication. And by that I mean - tell me E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G.” Emphasizing her last word, Amy continued with a whimsical grin.

“I think, if this is what you want, baby boy… 

I can be on board with you and Captain Holt together, in that sort of Ds relationship.”

Jake gawked at Amy as she calmly awaited his response. Everything was moving so fast and his brain didn’t seem to keep up the pace. Still tucked under the sheets, laying on a comfortable bed, the couple were looking into each other’s eyes. Facing each other in close proximity, they held each other's hands between their bodies. Jake noticed that his hands were sweating although the room was cold. He suddenly felt like he needed some water, and he never drinks water. Is he losing his mind? What in the world is happening to his life?

“Amy…” Jake’s expression fell into a sorrowful expression as the words trailed heavily on his tongue, brows frowning. “I can’t let you do this for me. I’m sorry. I just can’t.”

“But Jake-” 

“I can’t, Ames.” Amy frowned and tried to object, but Jake cut her midway. Amy waited for Jake to continue his point, and after a deep sigh he resumed. “My mom was always prepared to forgive my shitty dad although he had hurt her so much. You know the things he’d done. And she, because she loved him, forgave him for a long time. And it hurt her so much. And I can’t forget how I always felt as her child. How I always felt that she shouldn’t have. He didn’t deserve her… Just as I don’t deserve you.” His eyes fell down to their intertwined hands.

“Well Jake,” Amy pointedly said whilst squeezing their hands together in a death grip. “You don’t get to decide what I deserve. And let me tell you Jake: You are not your father. Who is there for me when my anxiety kicks in? Who does cross puzzles with me even though it’s not their cup of tea? Who nursed me back to health when I got that bad flow? Who inspires me to be a better detective? Who makes me laugh so hard that my tummy hurts?”

Amy stared at Jake, as if waiting for him to answer her rhetorical answer. 

“...ahh-I am?”

“Of course you are dummy!” Amy said with a warm smile to a very blushing Jake. “Gosh Jake. You are so perceptive about any single one of your cases, but yourself. You know that?”

“Charles told that to me on the very first day we met, actually.” Jake held back a smile, maintaining eye contact with Amy. Soon enough, giggling sounds started to fill the room, and all tension was long forgotten.

“Jake…” Amy mumbled, eyes starting to drift off to sleep.

“Em?...” Responded the man beside her with his eyes closed.

“We’ll be alright…” Muffled words were softly spoken into the pillow.

“Hm-hmm…” Jake hummed in approval, feeling safe and loved next to his favorite and most treasured person in the entire world.

—

Inside, behind closed-drapes, two dreamers were catching up on their well-needed sleep. Apparently sleeping at day time doesn’t really deliver that quality sleep. The clock rang, it’s 16:00 PM and Amy rose up at the first ring and already got out of the bedroom to make her morning cup of coffee. To Jake, this is a super power. All he wants right now is to sleep. He noticed that line of light surrounding the window. Sun was still shining, it’s been a while since they had their time in the sun. 

“Good afternoon sleepyhead.” Said Amy as she returned, a coffee cup in her hands. “Still tired?”

“Ah-ah…” Jake responded, still dozy and lacking energy. Amy couldn’t help but smile at him. Always so cute Jakey , she thought. 

“That’s alright. Go back to sleep, we’ve got a couple of hours before we’ll have to head towards the precinct anyways.”

“Oohhnn…” Frustration and anxious noises were made from the man. Who covered his head with the white sheets and curled into a ball, as yesterday’s eventful late night suddenly returned to him. Amy chuckled at his response.

“Speaking of… I have a question that is bugging me.” Amy said in a curious lighthearted tone, as she paused for a moment. Jake's eyes peeked behind the sheets, not fully uncovering his face, just enough to have some eye contact.

“You’ll need to address things to HR but let’s say that’s dealt with… Do you think Holt would be into trying a D/s relationship with you?” Amy said casually, sipping out of her coffee cup.

Jake gazed down in a moment as a blush rose to his cheeks. “I don’t know about that, but… I think he might be thinking about that too.”

“Wait… did anything else happen last night?” Amy questioned, a little bit fearful this time but nonetheless with much curiosity. Her body leaning towards Jake as if it would help her hear him better.

“No. No, I mean. Nothing between us… However- I might’ve-...” Jake's eyes jumped from right to left, still looking down, cheeks now fully red. “I might’ve heard the cap’ say my name, after-... hm… you know… after he-... You. Know.”

“Captain Holt said-... When he-...” Amy repeated as Jaked nodded frankly, face turning red. She processed the news, as the blushing one covered his face with the sheets again.  “Jake! Do. You. Know. What. That. Means.” Amy said as she clapped back, playful frustration showing up on her face. Jake didn’t respond. 

“Jake.” Amy said with a smile. 

“Jake.” Voice getting bubbly by the second. 

“Jake!” Her face lightened up as she proceeded.

“...aghh” A muffled and shy whine was heard from the men under the blanket.

“That’s HUGE. Are you kidding me? That’s… That’s just… So…” Amy mumbled to herself, losing herself in her thoughts for a moment as she stepped into the room and repeatedly moved from one side to the other. 

After a moment of silence, the stepping seemed to stop. The covered and blushing man peaked again from under the sheets. Amy was gazing straight at him, keeping eye contact in a way that Jake felt was comforting. She took three slow steps towards him and set herself next to him. He uncovered his face a bit more and put his head higher on the pillow, to have a better look at her. 

“Please tell me you’re gonna talk to him about this… Jake, you got to talk to Holt. This might actually-”

“No way Ames. Maybe- maybe he might be into this but there’s a long way between an unharmful fantasy to actually going through with this. He is not only my captain, he is also married. Happily so. I can’t bring this up to him, this can’t be right.” Jake eyebrows furrowed, his voice becoming more saddening than tired.

Amy took a moment as she thought, serious but still hopeful she responded. “You have to remember, this relationship isn’t the type of relationship Holt has with Kevin. Just as it won’t be the type of relationship we have. It’s not a romantic one, and although it might be sexual, it still- well, very much more structured. There’s a power dynamic, consentual of course. You always saw him as some sort of a father figure. Do you see me as such?”

“No.” Jake said as a matter of fact. His face scrunching up as he did, as if he ate a piece of lemon. 

Amy chuckled at that and continued softly. “Well, you see. Maybe he has this part of him that he wished could have a place too. What if Kevin won’t be a problem, would you still leave it to fantasy?”

Jake's eyes drifted into his thoughts again, for a few seconds the couple just waited in silence. Until a very frustrated voice said as he looked up. “Why are you so understanding?”

“Does that make you angry?” Amy raised one eyebrow at him playfully, not really bothered by his tone.

“Just- Ames! Come on, don’t you feel like… I don’t know- That. Seriously I don’t think I could do that if I were you. And that in itself isn’t fair because I can’t be okay with doing something I wished you didn’t do.”

Amy sighed for a moment, eyes still warm as she said.“You know what you sound like right now?”

“What?-... what?” Jake questioned, the frustration starting to drift and swap with confusion.

“All of this shame and guilt and sadness and anger and fear. You sound like you are trying to convince yourself by holding onto reasons you don’t really believe in. And that is just a bunch of excuses, Jake. Since when are relationships about acting the same? Equality versus equity, you know that Jake. I know you do… There are things you do that might bother me, make me lose my mind even, but if I do them, it won’t bother you. So why can’t this be that thing? No scratch that, you’ll just find more excuses. A better question would be, if everyone is up for this to happen, how would that make you feel? No consequences.”

“No consequences?” Jake asked, puzzled.

“Yes.” Amy stated. “Not bad ones anyway.” She added with a wink and reached with her hand to her boyfriend’s still furrowing eyebrows, moving her palm on his forehead in a circling movement. Jake's face became less tense with the caring touch, and he closed his eyes for a moment.

“How would that make me feel…” Jake thought to himself, reflecting on Amy’s words.

He set himself up, opening his eyes slowly. He took her hand that was massaging his forehead and scalp, and moved it down a little to his heated cheek and held it there. “Honestly, I think that would make me feel very happy.” 

Amy gave a soft squeeze to Jake’s hand and her smile rose up.

“I’ll need some time though, I won’t be talking to him right away.”

“Are you sure Jakey? This might make you lose focus on your case, and you just got back, I know you want this to work out.”

“True that, true that. No doubt. You’re right. Well, I won’t take too much time then. But I can’t do that right away, that’s too much at once…”

“I hear you. That’s okay, take as much time as you need. I just wanted you to be mindful of that, but it’s your decision.”

“Thank you Amy. I love you so much…” Jake said with his eyes sparkling, taking her hand close to his mouth and putting a long kiss on top of it.

The awakening man's lips felt the warmth of her hand. And she let out a long breath, feeling herself getting increasingly turned on by her boyfriend’s loving gestures. Jake continued leaving a trail of kisses along her arm, all the way to her neck, cheeks, forehead and then lips. 

She felt a tongue brushing against her lips, and she opened her mouth slightly, granting access. 

“Hm..” A muffled moan echoed in their dim bedroom.

Jake broke the kiss, looking at her intensely with shaded eyes. He didn’t say anything, but Amy heard his eyes speak.

He caught her lips with his again, as he rose up to his feet and stood in front of her. She sat at the side bed, head curved upwards to catch his kisses. His hands brushed through her hair and back, and she used hers to run on the sides of his torso. He moved one hand to the front, seizing one of her breasts in his palm and fondling it. 

“That feels nice…” Amy said in between kisses. 

“Hmm” Jake hummed, pleased at what he was hearing. Slowly he moves both of his hands down, to open Amy’s pantsuit. Amy raised herself to help him in the task, and moved her butt backwards on the bed. The pants and panties went right off. 

Amy continued settling herself in a more comfortable position of the bed as she laid her head down on the soft pillows. Jake follows her body on all fours like an enamored puppy in heat, still kissing her lips and looking into her eyes with an unwavering gaze.

“Ah… Hmmm” Amy hummed, as Jake’s hands caressed her inner thighs. He then started moving his pelvis between her legs and a moan fell from her lips. Surprised, she felt his naked skin and realized he must have taken his pajamas as well when she was distracted by his touch. She could tell he was already hard, and he could tell she was already wet.

Trailing kisses down, from her mouth, to her cheeks and nose, neck and chest, Jake reached to her breasts and started to suck hard on one. His other hand is still caressing her inner thigh. Amy started rocking under him, her body responding enthusiastically, seeking more warmth. Both of her hands held the sides of the pillow under her head.

Jake trailed up again, catching her gasping mouth in a deep and intense kiss. Eyes looking directly at her every movement. “MmMhmm!” Amy moaned into their kiss as her hungry men slipped a digit with no difficulty at all, using his thumb to rub her clit. Her eyelids half closed but open for Jake to see. 

Still kissing her, Jake started to move his hand slowly to the rhythm of Amy’s hip thrust. His left hand was holding his weight above her, holding onto the headboard. He broke the kiss for a moment, keeping his eyes on her face and taking in her flushed cheeks and heavy breathing. Slowly he added one more digit, and then another one. Just looking at her up close, keeping a steady rhythm.

Amy’s breath was starting to get heavier. “Jake, I’m-” Her lips were captured by him again, muffling her words. He increased the speed of his hand, and Amy felt her legs lift up and open wider for him to have better access. Her hands trailed on his back and moved to his hair, dragging him back into a deep kiss. She needed him to go faster, and as if he had read her mind, his hand started to move at its fastest speed. Hitting just the right spots to make Amy lose herself in the sensation.

Jake kept his eyes on her as she came hard on his hand that was fingering her, and kept kissing her through her climax. He pulled out gently, breaking the kiss only to move his soaked wet fingers to his mouth, sucking on them clean. Jake then moved down on all fours, trailing kisses on Amy’s tummy and inner thighs and continued to lick her and tonguing her overly-stimulated opening with much unsatisfied hunger. Both of his arms hooked around her thighs.

“More?” Amy panted out and arched her back. She was grasping the pillow under her with one hand as the other went to her men’s hair. “Oh, mama…” She murmured as her body was building up for round two, her second climax approaching her at a high speed.

Jake started wanking his swollen member with one hand, the other hand still grasping Amy’s thigh. He listened to Amy’s breathing for a short moment. until he heard her moan her way into a second climax. Jake continued to jerk him off with his hand. And with nothing holding him back now, he came hard into his palm and onto Amy’s torso, almost passing out on top of her. 

“That-...was-...mind boggling hot” Jake breathed out, moving himself to lay next to Amy. Hugging her sweaty torso, Jake gazed into her eyes again.

“Title of your sex type” Amy said.

“Title of our sex type” Jake added. A wide smile spread on both their faces. Eyes full of love. And he thought to himself that maybe, the only way back - is forward.