In your stomach

Warning: +18 Content

POV: Bible

Jes didn't give Bible the time or the satisfaction of whining any longer. With one firm breath and a roll of his eyes, he marched over and lifted him. Now effortlessly.

Bible let out a startled gasp, arms crossing tightly like a princess being rescued from a tower she'd built herself.

Jes, his jaw tight and mood somewhere between thunderstorm and deadpan sitcom lead, muttered, "You clearly majored in dramatic arts with a minor in emotional terrorism."

He kicked open the door, carried Bible across the threshold, and dumped him neatly onto the motel bed.

"Sit," Jes ordered, pointing at him like a stern dad dealing with a gremlin child caught drawing on the walls.

Bible obeyed, legs swinging slightly, his pride now sitting awkwardly beside him on the sheets. Jes, already halfway to combusting, cursed under his breath.

"I'll be back. Gotta bring in all the crap from the puddle you turned my life into."

Bible watched him walk out, then looked down at his hands and sighed. "Damn," he whispered to no one. "Wasn't I supposed to feel free after finally telling the truth? Why do I feel like hot garbage in a sad music video?"

His shoulders slumped. He glanced around the room. No crutches. No backup. No kiss. Just one very empty, very tense motel room.

Minutes passed. The door opened again. Jes returned like a wet, brooding storm cloud, soaked shirt clinging to his chest, arms full of their things — all damp, including those cursed divorce papers now sticking awkwardly to his arm. He dumped everything onto the table with the grace of a man trying not to scream.

Bible stared. Then blinked.

"Why did you bring those back?" he asked, tone sharp, already bracing for an answer he wouldn't like.

Jes didn't reply. He stood still, dripping, breathing through his nose. His gaze fell to the floor. Locked there. Frozen. Until, with the slow, ominous weight of a man on the brink, he turned toward Bible — expression unreadable, mouth a tight line, gaze absolutely unhinged.

Bible gulped.

Oh no. Here comes the final boss.

Jes's jaw clenched so tightly you could hear it grind. His eyes locked on Bible like a predator who just spotted the rabbit was limping.

"I can write them new..?" Bible offered, voice small, hopeful, head sinking like a puppy who knows exactly where it peed but is still pretending to be cute.

He folded in on himself, chin to chest, spine curled in devotion. It was his way of saying don't hit me, though he'd never admit it out loud. Jes didn't hit. But the stare? The Jes Stare™? That thing cut deeper than a slap.

Jes just went to the bathroom silently. From inside the bathroom, the sound of rustling clothes and the soft thud of damp fabric hitting the floor echoed.

"HEY!" Bible yelled, dramatically flopping backward onto the bed. "I WANTED TO UNBUTTON THE LAST BUTTONS!"

No response.

Nothing.

Not even a sarcastic scoff or a towel flying in his face. Rude.

Bible pouted at the ceiling, one arm flung across his forehead. "God, silence is the worst punishment," he muttered into the air.

"He's really Jeslighting me now."

After a few seconds of self-pity and lingering shirt-cling discomfort, Bible finally huffed and sat up. His shirt was soaked, clinging to his skin, and it was cold. Really cold. Maybe he would get sick. Maybe then Jes would pity him again and feed him soup in bed and remember he was cute once.

He began peeling off his shirt, grumbling the entire time. "This is what I get for kneeling in puddles."

The shirt stuck halfway, twisted at the neck, and he briefly flailed, legs kicking as he tried not to pull a muscle or further injure his already protesting knee. "Ow, ow, ow—okay, leg hurts. Great. Wet, half-naked, and tragic. Love that."

The struggle was damn real.

Bible grunted as he tried to wrangle the wet shirt off his body. The thing clung to him, sticky, cold, and completely unsympathetic. It twisted around his arms like it was personally offended by his decisions.

"This is a hate crime," he hissed, yanking at the fabric. "I'm being assaulted by cotton."

Of course, his leg, the one still not fully healed, picked that exact moment to remind him it still had beef. He stood up without thinking, putting weight on the wrong side.

"Oh—fu—"

WHAM.

Face. Floor. Splat.

A dramatic thud shook the air, followed by a small, pitiful groan.

His cheek smushed against the wet shirt now spread out like a used napkin on the floor. Cold. Humid. Soggy. It was less motel room now and more sad seafood market. Bible didn't even try to move. He just lay there.

"...uh."

From inside the bathroom, there was a long silence. Then a door creaked.

"Bible?"

Bible didn't respond. He was one second away from making snow angels in his humiliation puddle.

Jes appeared in the doorway, just a towel slung dangerously low around his hips.

"BIBLE!" Jes yelled, rushing forward. His towel flew like a flag in battle, dignity barely hanging on. "God damn it, what did you do now?!"

Bible let out a soft sob. "Now I'm okay..." he murmured, reaching out like a tragic prince, forehead gently collapsing into Jes's very naked thigh. "I missed the mighty tree of Eden," he whispered dreamily.

Jes blinked. "What...?"

Bible turned his head and tapped at his dick.

Jes choked on air.

"Stand up, snake," Bible mumbled.

"I can't take my eyes off you for one damn minute," Jes muttered sternly, towering over Bible with an unimpressed glare. "You're worse than every toddler combined."

Bible, unbothered and clearly amused, gave Jes's crotch a cheeky poke. "So... can I call you Daddy?"

Jes's face twitched. "Don't."

But it was already too late, his lower half reacted like a statue being erected by an overenthusiastic sculptor.

"You—!" Bible started, eyes wide with wicked glee.

"Shhh," Jes interrupted, swiftly pressing a hand over Bible's mouth and putting him gently but firmly back onto the mattress. His voice dropped low. "Don't speak. Promise."

Bible blinked up at him, lips muffled against Jes's hand, cheeks flushed. Then he nodded—obedient, innocent... and absolutely not innocent.

Jes let go of Bible with a sigh and dropped back onto the mattress beside him, arm flung over his eyes.

"I don't know where I turned out wrong," he muttered to the ceiling, more to himself than to Bible.

Bible stayed quiet, remembering the earlier command not to speak. Jes's chest rose with a shaky breath. "But how the hell am I this into my own destruction?"

His voice cracked, soft and raw. "I still love you. God... I do."

Bible's eyes widened, turning toward him—but before he could say a word, Jes shushed him again, more gently this time.

"Don't talk."

Jes sat up and reached for Bible's pants, peeling off the fabric soaked from rain. He frowned. "Shit. Your leg... it's more swollen now."

He glanced up. "Does it hurt?"

Bible's expression, wide eyes, shaky breaths, a barely restrained twitch of pain, was answer enough.

"You can speak now," Jes said, voice low.

"It doesn't hurt," Bible answered quickly. "At least not as much as you ignoring me after we almost divorced. I called you Daddy, and now your..." he pointed with a dramatic look, "...your thing is standing proud."

Jes snorted, amused despite himself. "You really want to suck my dick that desperately?" he teased, leaning closer. "Want it so bad it's driving you crazy?"

Bible swallowed hard and nodded.

Jes brushed his fingers along Bible's cheek. "Then tell me," he whispered. "Tell me how much you love me."

Bible shifted, flustered. "I... I'm really bad with words like this."

Jes didn't wait. He slid two fingers between Bible's lips, letting them rest there for a beat before starting to slowly thrust them in and out, coating them with saliva.

Bible gagged once, just barely, but kept his eyes locked on Jes, wet, needful, defiant.

Jes smirked, satisfied. "Then try using your mouth for words the way you're using it to wet my fingers."

Jes paused, fingers slick and warm as he pulled them out of Bible's mouth. The sudden stillness made the air between them hum.

"I love you... more than you think?" Bible offered, uncertain, like it was a test and he wasn't sure of the answer.

Jes gave a slow nod, eyes fixed on him. "Good start," he murmured. "Try again."

Bible inhaled. "I love you... more than my bike," he said proudly, like he'd just offered his soul on a silver platter.

Jes raised an eyebrow. "I hope that's a good thing. That bike nearly killed you."

He leaned down until they were eye to eye, his breath warm against Bible's cheek.

"I..." Bible started, staring back, wondering how long Jes was going to torture him like this, with soft hands, soft eyes, and not-so-soft intentions. Then his voice steadied. "I love you so much... I want to burn those divorce papers."

Jes froze, surprise flickering across his face. The teasing smirk melted away, replaced by wide, glittering eyes, almost disbelieving, and maybe, just maybe... happy.

Yes, Bible thought, now I know what to do.

He reached up, running his fingers through Jes's damp hair, still clinging to rain or sweat or something in between. Patting him softly. Reverently.

"I love you more than the Eiffel Tower twinkling at night in Paris," he whispered.

Jes blinked.

"I love you so much," Bible went on, voice trembling now, "that my heart actually aches when you're not around. And I'm so jealous. Like... it'd be better if you never had eyes at all."

Jes snorted, startled, warm.

"Because I love your dumb puppy eyes, and they're mine, okay?" Bible whispered fiercely. "Just mine."

Jes exhaled slowly, gaze softening as he looked down at the man beneath him, bare, bruised, but burning bright.

"I love you so much... I can't hold back anymore, Jes," Bible whispered, voice low and trembling.

Before Jes could react, the familiar citrusy scent of his skin hit Bible like a wave—close, intoxicating. And then Bible kissed him.

It was soft at first—shaky, clumsy, like someone who had imagined this moment a thousand times but never dared to act on it. His lips moved awkwardly, then more confidently, pressing in, tasting, learning. Bit by bit, he kissed Jes deeper, prying open that sweet, warm mouth and slipping his tongue inside.

It wasn't perfect. It was messy. But it was real.

Their tongues twined in a hot, wet tangle—chaos, restlessness, madness.

Jes didn't pull away. He let himself get lost in it, their mouths moving like they were trying to memorize each other again. Bible could feel it—the press of Jes's body, the heat building fast, his arousal undeniable, rubbing insistently through the thin barrier of his underwear.

Bible's breath hitched. He hesitated just a second before reaching down to touch him, heart pounding.

But Jes caught his hand.

Their fingers intertwined.

Jes leaned in, forehead pressed against Bible's, breath uneven. "This is enough," he said softly. "Your leg's still swollen."

Bible's eyes glowed—bright, clear, and full of stubborn fire. Beneath the sheen of desire, his cheeks were pale like frost, but his ears burned crimson.

"I don't care about my leg," he said, voice rough and low. "I just want you now."

He pulled Jes in, kissed him deep, and guided Jes's hand down to where he was aching beneath the fabric. "It's uncomfortable," he whispered, grinding slightly, pressing Jes's large hand down harder—just enough pressure to draw out a shaky breath. "You're not making this easy for me, babe."

Jes groaned, his voice gravelly. "You're really not helping either."

Still, he let his hand take over, rubbing him slowly through the damp cloth, fingers teasing with maddening patience. Finally, he hooked the waistband of Bible's underwear and pulled it down, revealing all of him.

Then, with practiced confidence, Jes slid his fingers lower, pushing inside Bible's tight entrance.

"Shit..." Jes moaned, voice cracked with disbelief. "How can you be this wet, without any lube?"

His lips brushed Bible's ear as he rasped, "Say it. Say you want me to fuck you."

The bed creaked, rocked beneath them as Jes's fingers moved faster, deeper, stirring a pleasure so intense it made Bible's whole body shudder.

"Say it," Jes growled again, his eyes wild, burning, his expression utterly wrecked, sexy, drunk on need.

The pleasure was relentless. It hit Bible in crashing waves, his breath hitching, voice cracking into broken moans. "Ah... ah—!"

Jes turned him onto his stomach with a firm grip, palm landing with a sharp smack on his ass, making Bible jolt.

Jes's voice dropped lower, thick with hunger. "Say it, and I'll make you feel even better."

"Ah... ah... I want—"

Jes leaned in, voice low and teasing. "What do you want?"

Bible was trembling, nearly delirious with need, his voice breaking in a whimper. "F-fuck me..."

That did it.

Jes's eyes darkened instantly, a wildfire of lust and affection surging through him. His body moved instinctively, hungrily.

He pressed into Bible slowly at first, but the heat, the tightness, the wetness overwhelmed him. His control slipped.

The first few thrusts were wide, deep, and desperate. So much so that when he pulled back too far, the slick head of his cock slid out with a lewd sound. But Jes caught it, steadying himself with a groan, and pushed back in with a hard, wet slide.

He settled over Bible, covering him completely, pressing him into the mattress like he belonged there, like they both did.

"Bible," he breathed against his ear, thrusting deep again, "you're so hot inside... so wet, so tight. Your husband's gonna get addicted to this. Addicted to you."

Bible's fingers clawed at the sheets, moaning, gasping, arching back into every thrust. "Ah... En... Don't stop—!" His voice cracked, breathless and wild. "Faster... deeper... ah—!"

His body was trembling, completely undone, until Jes caught his wrists and pulled him close, wrapping his arms around him from behind. The contrast between the intensity of his thrusts and the gentleness of that hold made Bible dizzy.

Jes leaned in, lips brushing Bible's ear as he whispered, "Bible... today, we're officially married."

His voice was low, raspy, possessive.

"So if I fuck you... I want to finish inside you. I want to leave my seed in you... right here."

His hand slid down, splaying across Bible's lower belly.

"In your stomach..."

"Ah—" Bible moaned, back arching as Jes pushed in deeper, the stretch dizzying, overwhelming.

"You're really tight," Jes groaned, panting. "Too damn tight."

He kissed the curve of Bible's neck, then licked slowly up to his earlobe, breathing hard. "Why do you always have to be so stubborn with me?" he murmured. "Do you love it when I treat you like this?"

Bible could only whimper in response, eyes glazed, body shaking.

"...Ah—"

Then Jes pulled him up, chest to chest, and settled Bible into his lap. His strong hands gripped his hips, lifting and dropping him in steady, hungry rhythm. Each thrust from beneath was harder than the last, rocking through him, stealing the air from his lungs.

It was like their bodies were molded together—no space left, only heat, friction, skin. Jes held him close, one arm tight around his waist as the other guided the movement. The sweat on their skin made them slide, cling. Every time Jes thrust upward, Bible felt like he was melting in his arms.

Moans escaped Bible without thought. His body softened against Jes, pliant and pulsing with need. He couldn't hold himself upright anymore; he sagged into the crook of Jes's neck as Jes kept moving—relentless, wild, yet somehow still gentle.

Then Jes turned his face and caught his mouth in a kiss. It wasn't clean or perfect—it was wet, desperate, full of muffled groans and shared breaths.

Jes's Adam's apple bobbed as he pulled back just enough to murmur, voice rough like velvet dragged across gravel:"So good... You feel so damn good, Bible..."

He had been thrusting for what felt like forever—so long that Bible thought he might just die in this man's arms. His body trembled as slick warmth spilled out of him, the mess trailing down his thighs, sticky and foaming at the base.

Without warning, the man pulled him in tightly, then pressed him down onto the bed. He lifted Bible's healthy leg and drove back in, harder this time—deep and relentless. The pace was staggering, each thrust fierce and overwhelming.

Bible's eyes flew open wide. His breath caught in his throat as he gasped, voice breaking again and again:"Ah... ah... ah—!"

The man was losing control. He pulled all the way out until only the tip remained, then plunged back in, over and over—so fast it made the bed shake. His voice trembled as much as his body.

Then Jes cradled Bible's face in both hands, pressing their foreheads together, his voice hoarse and thick with urgency."Baby... I'm going to come. Let me finish inside you."

"Do it—shoot for me... ah... ahhh!"

Hot release surged into him, thick and heavy. The deep pulses inside triggered Bible's own climax again, and they both shuddered in sync, tangled, gasping, clinging like they would never let go.

POV: AuthorYeah, I had to give you a 3000-word smut scene. Why? Because we suffered with them.