K I E R O N

Chapter |8| Trust

J A C O B ‘ S P. O. V

The cameras swarm to us like moths to the flame. Blinding, striking. I struggle to see past the blur flashes of pure white that sear themselves into my brain.

I'm normally used to a camera or two since the publicity was great for my business. Yet, it was never like this.

Never pure c*****e that could pose threat to me. Or him.

The thought Kieron deals with this on a regular basis is chilling. I hate that he's the most famous Romano. It doesn't make sense in a way since he's not the CEO of Romano enterprises, nor is he a reformed playboy that made night clubs his home.

Yet he's the oldest, and according to both me and the media, the most attractive and elusive Romano with his dark stubble, piercing eyes and gruff, untamed expressions.

"Get the f**k away." Kieron bats a few more cameras out of the way. I clutch his hand tighter, shoving my way through the huddled crowd. "Stay close."

I thank f**k we didn't bring Ripley out. No way is he ready for this yet...or ever.

"Move." After a few more minutes of struggling we manage to barrel our way into my apartment building.

Paparazzi still bang on the door but the doorman manages to keep them at bay. It doesn't stop the plethora of other renters that stare and watch as they make their way in and out of the building.

Kieron starts to approach them, that familiar look of pure thunder clouding his eyes. "Hey, it's not worth it." I place my hand flat on his chest, the other slips up his neck, cupping his rough jaw.

Beneath my palm I can feel his heart slow, the beat becoming more rhythmic and soft now. "They shouldn't be f*****g staring at us like that. Like we're..."

"They're not staring at us be hade we're together. It's because you're famous, honey. We've attracted more attention than these people have probably ever seen."

He forces his head away then from all, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the elevator. I press the sleek sliver button, waiting as the elevator begins to whir.

"Did you like the place?"

"Don't ignore this Jacob. I told you that being with me in public would hard and now...fuck I never wanted you to have to experience that."

"So what if my boyfriend is famous? I don't give a f**k about anyone's opinion but yours." He's silent, even as I step closer, looping my arms around his neck to pull our bodies closer.

"Hey," I murmur, nudging my nose against his. "I'm not going anywhere. You haven't scared me off yet."

"But Ripley..."

"We'll find a solution. Get a bodyguard or maybe they'll back off eventually. We will be okay, you and me are good. This isn't ending just because of a few idiots with cameras. Okay?"

"Okay." He hastens a quick kiss against my lips, just as the elevate sings open.

Quickly, we slip inside before anyone else can follow and I close the doors. "You know my parents will find out about us now."

I turn, hand clutching my heart. "You haven't told them yet?" He lightly shoves my shoulder as I laugh, already knowing we were his dirty little secret for now.

Unlike me, Kieron had never had a relationship with a man before. To my knowledge there had only ever been one woman he brought home to meet his parents and that was back in college.

I know what a scary thing all of this was. That's why time was such a huge factor for us. That and patience.

For me, it was only my mum that I cared enough about to tell. She was happy that I had someone, a little wary everything was so quick but still happy.

She's even flying out to meet Kieron next month.

"I'm sure they'll be happy."

"I know they will, I just think they'll be a little hurt I didn't tell them first." I dig my keys out of my pocket as we reach my apartment.

"Why didn't you?"

The kitchen is still messy from the pancake breakfast Kieron surprised us with this morning. We were all so busy laughing and eating all the food that I let time slip by and we were almost late for drop off at daycare.

What made everything harder was that Ripley wouldn't let Kieron go. Instead, he clung to him like a koala, almost in tears as I tried to pull him off.

The only thing that got us out of there was Kieron's promise we could all watch A Dog's Home tonight. There is no way he understands the movie, he's just there for the dogs.

"I guess I'm scared. It's a huge step for everyone. Although they're accepting I know It'll be strange for my dad. I guess up until now we've been living in our own little bubble, happy and perfect, but now others will be encroaching in. They'll all have their opinions and I'm just scared it'll mess up us."

"Nothing could ever ruin us. Well, not unless you break my heart."

"More like you breaking my heart."

I cup his scruff lined jaw, already pulling his neatly pressed shirt out of his slacks. "Never."

Our kiss is a savage but blistering all the same, fuelling that fire which keeps us alight. "Mid morning s*x," He mumbles, as I yank him into my bedroom.

Even though I gave him a b*****b powerful enough to black him out, it still feels like eons since we've been this intimate before. That one night stand changed my life, and I keep it a treasured memory, tucked away in the deep crevice of my mind.

Kieron's lips wander across my jaw, down my neck, whilst his hands rip down my jeans. His warm hand finds my c**k, hard and ready, as he fists it right, unrelenting with his fast movements.

I groan, trying to suppress the building pleasure. "f**k if you keep touching me like that I'm gonna blow in your hand."

"Lucky me," He remarks, but slips his hand out anyway.

We shuffle out of our clothes, helping each other out until we're both standing in the nude.

I admire my boyfriend. f**k, it feels good to call him that.

Light filters in through the slight gaps created by the curtains and they highlight every toned and lined muscle on his body, giving his skin that golden hue that makes me feel like a mere mortal to his Hercules stature.

One of those perfectly shaped eyebrows arches up. "What?"

I give him a lazy smile and to no surprise his c**k jerks. "I'm just admiring you. You're f*****g hot, I'm a lucky man."

His laugh radiates confidence. "Charming, have you seen yourself in the mirror recently?"

Stepping closer, he shifts to angle me towards the full length mirror. "See that. That's the gorgeous face I wake up to every morning, that's the chiselled body I get to call mine. You're f*****g perfect Jacob,"

Kieron lowers his head to graze my cheek with his lips. I continue to meet his gaze through the mirror, fisting my own c**k slowly to watch the carnal desire blaze through his gaze.

"Damn it I need you." We tear away from each other for one responsible moment of sanity as I fumble for a condom and some lube in the bathroom.

I can hear the sound of sheets being sheathed, and I instinctively smile. He knows how much I hate changing the bedding sheets when they get dirty, so instead he's placing a protective cover on top.

Some guys thought it was weird when I stopped mid make out to cover the sheets. Kieron does it for me, a tell tale sign if there ever was one that he is meant for me.

Just like I am for him.

Walking back into the room, I lift the products up. "You or me?" Last time I was bottom, which I didn't mind but I usually prefer topping.

I also know how apprehensive Kieron was about being bottom so I doubt he'll want to...

"Me." He says it with as much strength as he possess but still carries that tinge of nerves that is inevitable.

"You sure?" I ask, despite the flood of excitement that courses through my veins. He nods, ripping the condom open with his teeth to sheath my c**k.

"Just...guide me." I place my palms on either side of his neck, gently massaging his tense muscles.

"Relax okay, we'll have a safe word. Whenever you want to stop,"

"I won't stop." Kieron carries that stubborn gene I'm noticing is a Romano trait.

"If you want to stop, we will. It's okay to stop, to know our boundaries. We can stop and try again." Kieron seems to accept that more and so nods.

"What position?"

"It's easier from behind at first."

"You aren't my first." He points out as matter of fact as ever.

"The last guy was a douche and hurt you so yes, I'm your first."

Turning, he rests his elbows on the mattress and climbs on. In this position, our hips are perfectly align. One push forward and I'll be inside of him.

Yet, I want to take my time. Savour this moment to make it our own.

I pop open the lube tube and gently use my thumb to spread it over his puckered asshole. Upon the first breach, his entire body tenses.

"Relax, okay, just breath with me." I rest one hand on his back for comfort and then try again but this time with my index finger.

Our breathing falls into synch, and so I stretch to two, reaching down to squeeze his balls as I do. "Oh fuck..." Kieron drawls, face buried in the mattress.

"You ready," He's slick and opening easily now.

Noticing his head moving up and down. I squeeze his balls harder. "Words Kieron."

"Yes." He grunts in desperation. "Yes, f**k me."

Those words enough have my c**k springing to life. "Safe word is blueberry. Okay?"

I hear him snort. "Seriously?"

"First thing that popped into my mind." I recall this morning where Kieron threw blueberries into his mouth. For some reason it was hottest thing I had ever seen, and s**t like that sticks out in your mind.

"You need better..." I push forward, sinking in half way. His words break off into incoherent sounds.

"What was that?" I taunt, stilling there whilst he continues to moan. "Didn't hear you Kier,"

"f**k you." He mumbles softly.

Grasping his hair, I yank his head up. The action forces me deeper inside of him. "How do you feel?"

"It's good. It feels good." My anxiety states after that quick check in, allowing me to tug a little tighter.

He hisses, not used to me being so dominant. "You want me to f**k you now? To pound into you so deep that you'll feel it for days to come?"

"Yes, oh god yes. Please," Pulling back until the tip is barely inside, I shove in hard. The move forces him up the bed and then I don't stop, unrelenting with my thrusts that he collapses onto the bed.

"Don't stop Jacob, don't stop."

"Yeah, it feels good?" I circle my hips, climbing onto the bed and planting my knees on either side of his waist.

It lets me f**k him deeper now. The harsh sounds of our bodies violently slapping against each other resonate around the room.

I've never had s*x this fulfilling before, this real. Normally it's all for themselves, selfishly seeking whatever pleasure we can find but with Kieron, my body naturally holds back, not wanting to blow until I know he's satisfied.

"Jacob, f**k I love you. Jeez," I feel his muscles contract around me, and it sends me over the edge.

The o****m knocks me blind for a minute, still inches deep inside of him. Eventually I shift to the side, my limp c**k grazing his upper arm.

"Hey," I gently roll him over. Kieron is still breathing hard, c*m sticking to his stomach as he rests on his back.

Finding his hand, I cling onto it, bringing it close to my lips. "I love you too for what's it worth. I don't know how it's possible to feel for someone deeply as I do for you, but it's true. I'm f*****g whipped for Kieron Romano."

He grins a rare smile. "Yeah?"

"Yeah, and I don't see that changing anytime soon."

Kieron blows out a heavy breath, "So this is what love feels like. It's weird. I think I like it."

Rolling onto my side, I cup his strong jaw. "Good because it's there to stay."

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A/N: Thoughts on their steamy moment?