May 2020 Drabble #2

Hanzo has relegated Jesse into their bedroom. While he tolerated his hirsute bear of a boy toy to make a dumpster out of his pristine apartment from daddy, he did not like it when he made an appearance in his frequent video conferences with his family.

He didn’t say why, but it was easy for Jesse to deduce that he was embarrassed over the fact that he liked to get stuffed by the ruddy cock of a dude he literally pulled of the side of the road with the express service to suck his unwashed cock behind a diner.

That he fell in love first with Jesse’s cock and then probably with Jesse himself in quick succession had not been part of the plan, but Jesse couldn’t say that he minded. Hanzo was a hot piece of ass and rich to boot.

Being basically shut away into the bedroom while Hanzo mimed the perfect business man for daddy and uncles was a comparatively small sacrifice, but one that still rankled. Jesse wasn’t good with rules.

Or, more accurately, he saw a rule and wanted to break it.

He tries to walk in circles and get the energy out this way, but it’s hot  and not even opening the window is making it any better. He can’t cool off knowing that he could be outside. He presses his ear against the door. He can barely hear Hanzo’s deep, cultivated voice murmuring.

Jesse can’t make out what he’s saying but from the tone of it he’s talking Japanese, which would make sense.

Something Jesse thinks is… irresistibly hot.

He wonders whether Hanzo would kick him out once and for all if he were to wander out, but he has an inkling he won’t. He will be spitting mad and fuck Jesse up for a few weeks, but... well… Jesse always liked it rough, and having Hanzo hold his leash and be mean could be the best fucking thing to ever happen to him – after finding a freak that likes to stuff his face beneath his arm and huff his sweaty pit, that is.

The decision wasn’t difficult after that. It really wasn’t.

He grabs a bathrobe out of the en suite bathroom and curls it around himself. He even closes it, though he has to admit he’s done a shitty job of the knot.

He carefully opens the door, his heart pounding in his chest when it immediately changes the muted murmurs into a clear conversation, though he still obviously can’t understand a word that is spoken. Hanzo has tried to lazily teach him a few words, but the way he always grins all sharp when Jesse speaks them, he thinks he’s just taught him bullshit.

Slowly, Jesse steps out of the bedroom. It’s no unfamiliar feeling to have his cock and balls swing freely. He rarely wears anything when he’s inside their apartment. He likes the way Hanzo sometimes forgets mid sentence what he was going to say because he gets distracted by the ruddy dick between Jesse’s muscular thighs.

He takes a deep breath and steps into the fancy living room. That he’s being spotted immediately is obvious. The man currently talking shuts up like his words have been cut off with a sharp knife. Jesse has no idea who of the many faces on Hanzo’s screen is his father, but he lifts a hand and gives a casual wave before he makes his way into the kitchen just to pretend like he isn’t there to cause mischief.

Jesse notes Hanzo turning to see what has caused the sudden silence, but he has his back to him before he can see his expression.

Well. He was out now. Might as well have fuckin’ fun.