Jackson Returns, 2 (Artwork - full-colour)

LOKITU"S NOTE: For those haven't read it, you can find Jackson's story leading up to this point HERE.

STORY:

Jackson was irritated at the length of time this was taking. His feeding tube had been removed, 30 minutes or more by his reckoning, and all he could do was slightly wiggle to demonstrate his frustration. His jiggling waving down toward Finley’s hands. 

Noticing the ripples, Finley looked up at Jackson’s squished face. He was definitely agitated, and no doubt grumpy.

Delighted at the sight, Finley took both hands and grabbed Jackson’s side. This "love handle" was so heavy that he needed both arms to lift it. 

He could feel the warmth of the fat in his hands, squeezing it between his fingers. It was thrilling. 

"Look at what we have here, Jackson! If you wanted me to shake you, just ask!" 

Angry, Jackson tried to respond to Finley’s harassment. But his body failed him. All he could do was silently rage and get red in the face.

“I’m not hearing an answer! Heh heh. Use your words!"

All the while Jackson wobbled and shook. 

Damn you, Finnley…, Jackson thought.

Smiling, Finley let go of Jackson’s side. The fat rolls slowly changing shape as his finger impressions smoothed out. 

“Alright, alright. I know you're hungry. I've kept you waiting long enough.”

Satisfied with his teasing, Finley grabbed his towel to finish cleaning Jackson. But after a moment he paused and gazed up.

The beauty before him was something he couldn't get enough of. It was a sight to behold.

Finley started jiggling Jackson’s fat again. Up and down. Even the slightest touch would send ripples across his body. 

Taking the towel, dripping with sweat, he inhaled deeply. It was intoxicating and strangely familiar. He remembered this smell from the locker room at training. Even then he must have harboured hidden desires about Jackson. Wanting him all to himself, enormous, obedient and still. 

He had taken over Jackson's whole life. And without question he was the better athlete now.

Breaking his fantasy, Finley looked down at the expanding bulge in his pants. 

Dropping the towel, he walked back over to his coat. Taking out his phone, he texted his assistant asking her to cancel the morning meeting. 

Oh, and to send over two dozen donuts right away.

He smiled and stared back up at Jackson. 

They were going to have a long night.