Wanted Man

-Jack’s Point of View-

I was terrified. Staying with this man, the sheriff no less, could bring nothing but trouble. I was doomed if I let him suspect anything. I’m honestly surprised he hasn't thrown me out already, I haven't told him anything about myself and was still a complete stranger to him. But he on the other hand, had been happy to share things about himself. But it all seemed far too rehearsed. He rattled off random, useless facts like childhood achievements and that he had been sheriff for 6 years, since he was twenty. But other than the simple things like his age (26), his hair color (A Caramelish Brown), his eye color (Medium Brown), his name (Alexander), and his job (Sheriff), I knew nothing about him. Aside from his generosity and kindness, I knew nothing of his personality, either. But one thing I did know was that I couldn’t push him, since anything he had said had been carefully crafted not to reveal anything of importance. He was almost as talented as I was in dodging questions, feeding me a far too surreal backstory to be true. I was probably the first person he'd ever encountered that could see through it. But for some reason, I couldn’t get behind the other walls he put up.
“Jay?” he said, touching my arm.
I spun on my heel, probably looking like a wild animal. I had been groomed not to let people sneak up on me, but here I was, terrified of the one person that was on my side...for now.
I tried to cover up my blunder with a smile, which probably appeared more like a grimace.
“Sorry, you scared me” I said, trying to keep the pink colour from rising in my cheeks.
He smiled, almost like he was pretending not to notice, “It’s fine, I was just wondering if you were hungry?”
My stomach lept at an offer of food and I nodded violently. When I realized how immature I was acting, there was no way to keep my blush from surfacing.
He laughed again and went into the kitchen to make some food, I guess.
I didn't know where to go, or what to do, so I figured I would just follow him and try to stay out of the way. Or did that seem too creepy?
Sighing to myself, I forced my feet forward, following in the direction he had gone.
He was making some sort of stew and angrily stirring it. I was tempted to say something, but after realizing that I was being nosy already, I decided he was too deep in thought to bother. So I slide into a seat at the table and waited for him to finish.

Damn his house for having the table directly in front of the stove! I had the perfect view of his ass and my throat would go dry everytime he’d move in place, almost as if dancing around in uncomfortableness. In that moment I wasn’t concerned with what was bothering him, I just wanted him out of those clothes and under me.
Jack stop! My brain screamed at me, but when I had this beautiful creature in front of me it was impossible not to continue my fantasy...
He’d be scared because he’d have never done anything like this before, but I’d caress him with kisses, whispering that I loved him and everything would be okay.
I would slip my finger into his mouth, moistening it before sliding it into his tight warm hole. At first he’d try to wriggle away from me, but as I sped up, he’d be begging for more.
“I’m ready” he would whisper.
And then I would press my throbbing cock inside his aching body, feeling his walls contract around me in pain, but in turn giving me pure pleasure.
I closed my eyes and bit my lip, trying not to make any noise as the scene continued to fold out in front of me.
Next, he’d be on top of me, grinding down until I couldn’t take it, so I’d flip him over, pounding relentlessly into him.
“J-JACK!” he’d scream, out of breath as he was about to orgasm.
“Cum for me baby” I’d whisper into his ear, sending him over the edge and into oblivion.
He wouldn’t stop moaning and panting for breath as I touched his overly sensitive dick, helping him ride out his high.
I would pull out and his perfect little mouth would slide down my body, finally reaching my cock that was practically oozing from lack of release.
His lips would slip over my head and..
Suddenly a loud clatter caused my eyes to pop open. He was struggling to reach onto one of the taller shelves. He stretched as far as he could up into a cabinet, probably to grab a bowl, and his shirt slide up, revealing a thin line of skin. But it was still enough to make my face burn.
He turned back to smile at me, only increasing the tightness in my pants.
I mentally shook my head, knowing that I could never have him because he wouldn’t show any mercy towards my past crimes. And he would probably kick me out right now if he knew I was gay. So I smiled back, trying to pretend I wasn’t dying to do some very inappropriate things to him. Trying to pretend like I wasn’t Jack, the gay, wanted criminal. Trying to pretend I was just Jay, a perfectly normal, straight man, who was exploring the world and needed a room for a night or two.
I hoped he couldn't see through my mask to the thoughts that were plaguing me inside.

Notes

Title Cred: Sick Little Games by All Time Low
Hiya Guys!
I kinda feel like this doesn't sum up Jack's dread about getting found out as being a criminal, just his sexuality. But both are important., I guess. And he gets even more scared later, let me tell you!
Well I'm so so sorry that I just can't ever seem to update when I'm supposed to! I have no idea what's wrong with me!
But yeah.. I'm so boring in these comments. It's kinda award cause I dont feel like I know any of you, but I swear I'm way more fun in my story, The Way We Feel, You see what I did there? SHAMELESS PLUG (hee hee butt plug)
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