Washing Up - Chapter 5 - Making Jackson
(MM, MC, MD, GR, SM, SF)
A/N: Thank you for your patience in waiting for the next installment. I have been busy with work and adjusting to my new work schedule. That being said, I am very excited for this chapter. There have been a few comments asking about Jackson from Chapter 1. I am pleased to give you his backstory today.
Jackson watched as the head of his favorite sub slurped and looked up in adoration. His chocolate brown curls bobbed as his green eyes were bright with ecstasy. The smooth tanned skin moved in contrast as slowed to his neck a break. He was fully aware of how long his master could hold out and knew he'd be rewarded in due time.
Jackson looked around the comfortable living room and, not for the first time, thanked his lucky stars for being in the situation he found himself in, despite the rough beginning. He was currently living in the mountains of Tennessee, far from society, and had access to everything he wanted. The money earned from his shady dealings and transports enabled Jackson to fulfill desires once tossed aside in view of crippling debt brought on to attend university. His home, though smaller than some of his colleagues, still outclassed the elite who he could consider to be neighbors.
Jackson never considered himself a car guy, but he did have his favorites to drive around in as well as a few for the practicalities of living in the mountains. Well read books covered one wall of his living room, and lights in the corners emitted a warm hue, encompassing the room in a relaxing glow. Relaxing jazz chords serenaded the room. In conjunction with the music, the comfortably decorated furniture and warm lights lulled Jackson into a state of bliss. The only noise not planned was the occasional choking of his overeager sub. Jackson fell deeper and deeper into the bliss, losing track of time.
The phone rang bringing Jackson out of his reverie. The man between his legs continued working his way up and down the turgid rod in his mouth. The moans and drool emanating from his mouth would've made lesser men cum in minutes, but Jackson was no such man. He was acutely aware of his place in the world; that place was standing above other men.
"Hello," he grunted as he unloaded his cum down the man's throat and waved away the already retreating man, who came back with a towel to wipe Jackson's waist and abdomen clean. The sub left again after doing his due diligence.
"Jackson," a deep voice addressed him, "you're needed in Atlanta. We have a new client."
"I just got home from assisting the client in France. Can't you send that new guy, James, was it?"
"No, he needs more training, but he'll be ready soon. I know you're tired, but we have eyes on new recruiters. You'll have a break soon."
Jackson could help the involuntary sigh, but acquiesced.
"What do I need to know?"
"The client is your typical pervert, no one special, . He wants someone he'd never be able to seduce on his own. He wants a trophy husband to show off. You won't need to change much. The target is almost to his specifications, aside from a few items."
Jackson grimaced at the description, but resisted the urge to say anything.
"When do I need to be there?"
"In two days," the voice said. "The target has been offered a new job at the client's company and will be starting then. He'll be working closely with the client and you'll have plenty of space to work your magic."
"At least there's that," Jackson said. "Tanaka-san made it a tad difficult with Blakey. Thank you again for helping with his documents and loose ends."
Despite Blakey's hermit-like ways before, he did have one friend who checked on him. Fortunately, that friend had been dealt with and is now working with Stephan very closely these days.
"Not a problem. It wasn't too hard, and I got a new toy out of it."
"Right. Well, let me get ready. Please send me the details, Stephan."
"Will do, Jackson. It shouldn't take too long, and on the plus side, you'll be able to eat all the peaches you can handle." Stephan chuckled and hung up.
When the call ended, Jackson threw the phone across the spacious living room where he sat naked. The man who was previously sucking his dick had left to tend to other matters.
He decided to wait until tomorrow to do any packing and went to bed. Jackson pressed a button located on the side table, and a muscled man dressed in a jock strap entered the room, straddled Jackson's waist and aimed Jackson's cock into his leaking hole. The muscled man moaned and whined as fucked himself on the Jackson's cock.
Jackson smirked in satisfaction as he remembered the day he took the man in. They were once roommates in university. Though the man is still his roommate, it is in a vastly different manner.
Five Years Ago
Jackson mentally prepared himself as he heard the noises he knew was from his room as he exited the elevator. Screams of pleasure and words that would make a whore blush echoed. People crowded the hallways. No one could resist listening to the fucking that was happening. A few of them were adjusting themselves or looking at their partners. Jackson wished this was the first time and that his roommate would be punished, but being the local senator's son came with perks.
"Fuck me harder, daddy!" A female voice yelled.
Great, the room is going to reek of sweat and sex because of daddy issues.
The creaking of the bed, the knocking on the walls, and victory yells made Jackson cringe.
"She's a new one," a random student said to him. "There was another girl this morning." He was known for being the oft kicked out roommate in this scenario. More than once, he'd been asked where he slept the nights when his roommate was at it.
Jackson pinched the bridge of his nose, turned the other way, and went back to the library. He decided enough was enough and that he would send an email to the housing department, the university's dean, and Eric's, his roommate, father.
Not that much will get done, but if I threaten to get a lawyer involved, it might help.
The brisk air stung his nose as Jackson walked back to the library. Despite his less than stellar roommate, he did love his university. Located in a quaint city, it wasn't too big, nor too small. It was just right. The library stood small against the backdrop of the mountains that surrounded the town, but it was the best in the world in Jackson's eyes.
Walking in, Jackson almost forgot his woes as the aroma of old books and coffee overtook him. Without the fear of hearing Eric having sex and being able to think, Jackson's gratefulness knew no bounds.
"Did you forget something, dear?" The librarian asked as he swiped his student card again. Stella, the librarian was his favorite person. Always smiling and warm. Jackson had never seen someone so much as become irate with the older woman.
"No, ma'am." Jackson answered. "My roommate has invited another girl over and I don't have anywhere else to go while I write another email that'll get ignored."
She dropped her ever present smile.
"Well ain't that a shame! You paid just as much money to get into a dorm you can't even use. Heck, I've even seen you sleep in here. Jackson, dear, do you want me to help you?"
Jackson's eyes widened. Maybe having university staff on his side would help, but Jackson knew deep down that between keeping the senator happy or a librarian employed, the school would make the obvious choice.
"No, Mrs. Stella. Thank you though. I wouldn't want you to get in the crossfire between me and a senator's brat."
"Well, let me help you how I can." She handed him a key. "This building is old. Very old. There's a room with a bed and desk in the back of the library. You know the hall that only staff are supposed to go down?" Jackson nodded. "Staff members would use it as emergency lodging when the snow made it too dangerous to go home. Now, with the snow plows coming more frequently, no one else uses them. Use this for the rest of the semester to work on your studies or to get some sleep when you can't."
