#that first picture with her and silver makes me so happy... her gaze! the duncan name drop! omens of doom! she's gonna kill you! teehee!

[pinkgrapefloyd]

tory nichols x lady macbeth monologue

[infernwetrust]

To a Lifetime [Duncan Shepherd x Jim Mason]

Summary: Duncan takes care of his boy for his birthday. :)

Warnings: SMUT HEAVY, whole lotta fluff, little bit of angst, swearing, mentions of drug use

WC: 6.7k 

A/N: This got out of hand really fucking quickly, LMAO. It was NOT suppose to be almost 7k words, but here it is anyways. Jocelyn, our cricket supreme, you asked me to make sure that Jimothy has a good birthday, so here is my promise to you. Also, if anyone has a req for anything, send it to me! Part of my little Duncan x Jim series that can be found on my master list, here. Several references from To Take Care Of Part 1 are mentioned in this.  Thank you for reading! -Juno

GIF by hailmary-yramliah

Duncan yawned before taking one more sip of his orange juice before placing the glass gently in the sink. Usually, Jim was up as well and hot on Duncan's heels as he follows him around the kitchen. But this morning that was not the case. It was his birthday after all, but Duncan was growing impatient waiting for Jim to get up. He was use to seeing his ocean eyed boy, still sleepy, walking around in a haze as he either cooked breakfast before Duncan had to go to work or as he struggled to get his day started.

Today, Duncan took the day off, dedicating the the entire day to Jim. He wanted to do more than terribly sing happy birthday to him, give him a card and whatever gift he had his eye on, and a birthday cake before he had to be busy for the entire day. Not that Jim didn't appreciate this, but Duncan knew how bad Jim missed him on the days he decided to stay longer at work or the days he decided to go in earlier. And he missed him too, regretting every earlier in and every late stay, but Jim wouldn't have to worry about that today.

Running his hand through his messy hair, the sight of Jim, now awkwardly wrapped up in their bedsheets, still asleep, made him smile. He looked so soft and at peace. And then Duncan thought, if he was going to wake his boy up, he might as well make it count. If Duncan wasn't on top of Jim, watching him crumble underneath him, he loved to be between Jim's legs, getting him off. He almost, always, returned the favor.

He walked quietly over to the bed, attempting to untangle Jim out of the sheets and get him onto his back. And when he finally did, Duncan almost lost his composure. A very bad case of morning wood, Jim had, as he continued to sleep peacefully or so Duncan thought?

"Mmmm, Duncan." Jim stirred in his sleep, instinctively grabbing Duncan's pillow and pulling it closer to him. Jim twitched, rotating his hips slightly before settling back down. Duncan bit down on his lip to stop himself from making any type of sound, slowly rubbing Jim's clothed length. Jim sighed heavily, still very much in his wet dream, squeezing the pillow tightly before burying his face into it.

Duncan took the opportunity to nestle himself between Jim's legs, slowly pulling him out of his fitting pair of white boxers. He set his hand, palm up to catch Jim in his hand before he could slap against his stomach. His mouth watered at the sight of Jim every time. Sliding his phone out of the pocket of his shorts, he snapped a picture of Jim in all his glory, before tossing it to the side.

Jim was oozing now and breathing harder and Duncan decided that he waited long enough. He took Jim all the way into his mouth, causing Jim to jump out of sleep almost immediately at the warmth of Duncan's mouth. He first reaction was to squeeze his legs together, but Duncan stopped him, holding him down by this thighs, rubbing small circles with his thumbs, Jim still in his mouth.

Jim looked down at Duncan with sleepy and dream fucked out eyes before smiling weakly, still holding onto Duncan's pillow. Duncan took this as a sign of encouragement, slowly moving his head up and down, tongue slowly swirling around him. Jim let out that same sigh again, throwing his head back into his pillow. Duncan continued this, slightly picking up the pace.

"Fuck.." Jim moaned breathlessly, throwing Duncan's pillow over his face, taking in his scent. Duncan hummed lowly around Jim, his own length rubbing against the bed. "S' good. S' warm." Duncan pushed Jim to the back of his throat, holding him there for a few seconds. Jim let out heavy exhales, slightly whimpering as his tip brushed the back of Duncan's throat. Pulling him out of his mouth, spit dribbling down his chin, he licked up the sides of Jim, tongue swirling patterns over Jim's tip that was now covered in pre-cum.

Tossing Duncan's pillow to the side, Jim propped himself up on his elbows, watching Duncan work him. Duncan took Jim back in his mouth, sucking at a steady and fast pace, hands kneading at Jim's thighs.

"Shit..." Jim breathed out, putting one of his hands in Duncan's hair. Duncan looked up at Jim, who was looking right back. "Keep that up and I'm gonna cum real pretty down your throat." Duncan paused, pulling Jim back out of his mouth.

"Is that a promise, birthday boy?" Duncan teased. Jim chuckled, moving a few strands of his hair out of his face before running his hands through Duncan's hair.

"Find out." Jim shot back, his dick twitching with every breath that Duncan took. Kissing Jim's tip, he resumed at his same pace, but quickly speeding up. The combination of wet sounds and Jim's loud and godly moans was enough for Duncan to grind himself harder against the bed. Still propped up on his elbows, Jim grabbed the sheets underneath him, his moans getting aggressively louder and his reached his edge. Duncan wasn't letting up any, only increasing his speed evenly.

"Fuck. Dunc. I'm gonna-," Jim began before all that was now coming out of his mouth was a mixture of "uh's" and "oh's", Duncan's name also leaving Jim's mouth a few times as he released inside Duncan's mouth. Duncan continued to suck on Jim, his cum dripping down the sides of him, but Duncan effortlessly slurping it back up before swallowing and removing Jim from his mouth with a loud pop.

"Happy birthday, ocean eyes." Duncan smiled at Jim who was still struggling to catch his breath. Jim laughed, laying back down before running his hands over his slightly sweaty face.

"I love you." Jim replied. "S' much."

"I love you too."

*** "So how long did it take you to come up with that idea this morning?" Jim questioned as he rinsed his shampoo out of his hair, Duncan standing in front of him as he soaped up his own hair. Their chests rested against each other's rising and fall almost in sync as they showered together.

"About 5 seconds." Duncan answered, massaging at his scalp, the two laughing at his answer. Jim looked up at Duncan, still standing underneath the water. Every single day Jim questioned how he was lucky enough to end up with fucking Duncan Shepherd. But what he didn't know is that Duncan was asking himself the same question. How he was so lucky enough to end up with James Mason was beyond him. Completely opposites, the two leveled each other out well and they both knew that. They needed each other.

Jim was just the sign Duncan needed before he gave up on trying to find love completely. Ashamed to admit it, when Jim met Duncan he was so so so close to slipping again. Duncan kept him sane, kept him grounded, reminded him that there were other options, always. If anyone had Jim, it was going to be Duncan, no matter how bad their arguments or fights.

"You okay?" Duncan questioned, noticing Jim had fallen silent, his gaze lingering over him.

"Yeah, I just-," Jim answered, snapping out of his thoughts. He couldn't find the words to say, high on his love for Duncan, so he just kissed him, a warm kiss. He kissed Duncan like he was going to be leaving for a few days, pressing him back against the cold shower wall, but Duncan didn't flinch a muscle. He grabbed both sides of Jim's waist, pulling him as close possible, deepening the kiss. When they pulled away, needing a breath, they rested their foreheads against each other.

"You do a good job." Jim began. "A good job of making me want to just say fuck my birthday and stay home with you all day."

"One. While that does sound nice, never ever fuck your birthday. You're a growing boy Jim." Duncan joked. "Two. I'm yours all day. Today is about you, Jim. I've got a few things planned, starting with lunch."

"Ooo, where's lunch?"

"You'll see."

***

"Mmm, c'mere." Jim said to Duncan as he sat in the passenger seat of Duncan's space silver Tesla that had finally been shipped from DC to California. "Breath check?"

"Always." Duncan replied, getting ready to lightly blow his breath in Jim's face like they usually do before going out.

"No." Jim stated simply. "Breath. Check." He cupped one side of Duncan's face in his hand, pulling him in for a kiss that was tongue heavy and left Duncan speechless.

"All good?" Jim questioned as he pulled away.

"All good.." Duncan answered, running his hand through his hair for the second time today. When Duncan had walked up to the host and said Shepherd party of 4, it left Jim confused until he saw who was sitting at the table.

"No you guys fucking didn't." Jim said as he stared at Medina and her boyfriend/his long time friend, Calvin.

"We did." Calvin answered.

"No, you didn't. You guys didn't drive 6 hours from the Bay to LA." Jim continued, the smile on his face only growing wider. He felt like he could cry. She was his twin after all. Which meant is was her birthday too and Jim couldn't remind the last time they actually sat down and together on their birthday. He turned around to face Duncan. "And you. No you fucking didn't either."

"I did." Duncan answered with a smile.

"No you didn't. You didn't NOT tell me that my sister and her boyfriend were gonna be here today."

"He did." Medina answered, getting up from her seat to come face to face with her brother. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. One that he wasted no time returning. "Happy Birthday, Jimmy."

"Happy Birthday." Jim said back, the two now swaying back and forth in their hug. When they let each other go, Medina made her way over to Duncan, Jim to Calvin.

"Happy Birthday, love." Duncan said to Medina as they went in for a hug.

"Thank you." she whispered in his ear. "For doing this."

"No, thank you, for helping me through the decision that I'll be making today. I'm not going to lie, I'm a little nervous. I know it's hours away, but-,"

"Don't be. He loves you, Duncan." Before the two could finish their subtle conversation, Jim and Calvin were sitting down, so they joined them.

Lunch was full of non-stop conversation, especially between the Mason twins. They had so much catching up to do. No amount of phone calls, video chats, text messages, and yearly visits to PV could ever make up for missed time between the two. The two had long sent each other their birthday presents, not expecting this, but Duncan Shepherd always has a few tricks up his sleeves.

"So what do you guys have planned today?" Calvin asked as he took the last bite of his food.

"I honestly don't know." Jim answered. "Duncan won't tell me anything."

"Calvin won't tell me anything either???" Medina chimed in, knowing good and well that she knew exactly what was happening later today and so did Calvin.

"Oh c'mon y'all." Duncan spoke as he took a sip of his drink. "Birthdays are full of surprises. And I know you like surprises, Jim.

"I do." Jim confessed. "They're heart warming, okay? To know that someone is always thinking about you." Jim quickly glanced over at Duncan before returning his attention back to Calvin.

"I don't." Medina darted her eyes back and forth between her brother and boyfriend. "But the art of good old fashion peer pressure does not work well with Calvin, so I guess just won't know until he takes me wherever he takes me, right?"

"Right." Jim chuckled.

"The Bay Boys were nothing, but peer pressure, so I already know how that shit works." Calvin playfully shot back. "Jim and I here are like the peer pressure KINGS."

"Use to be-," Jim corrected, meeting Calvin across the table for a fist bump.

"Well this explains a lot." Duncan choked, giving Jim's thigh a squeeze. "Peer pressure is how you've got me wrapped around your finger, huh?"

"Oh, please. Duncan I did not have to peer pressure you." Jim playfully shot back. "This is coming from the guy who almost came in his swim trunks the night he met me. I'm not even trying to hear it."

"The feeling was mutual."

"Wow this got heavy, fast." Calvin spoke as the entire table erupted into laughter.

For the last 10 minutes Duncan and Calvin semi-argued about who was going to pay the bill. Both boys desperately wanted to cover the whole thing and of course Duncan's FAT ego wasn't going to let Calvin do that, but unfortunately Calvin was faster. When their waitress came back with the check, he slapped his card down on the table before Duncan could even reach for his wallet.

"Someone's ready to get going, huh?" the young waitress questioned, stifling her giggles at Calvin's eagerness. He gave Duncan a winning smirk as the girl walked away.

"I said I got it." Duncan jabbed.

"Clearly not fast enough, Shepherd."

*** "Wanna drive it?" Duncan asked Jim, holding out the cars keys for him.

"Let me get this. The Duncan Shepherd is going to let me, Jim Mason, drive his precious Tesla?" Jim questioned. Duncan was obsessed with his car. He always kept it clean, regular maintenance, and at the slightest ware in paint, he had the ENTIRE car repainted. Out of his love for Jim he got his own custom license plate that read "MASON". Consider it a small reminder to himself, every day.

"Yeah." Duncan said simply. "I know you've been wanting to drive her. I see the way your eyes light up when you look at her and when you get in her." The first time Jim ever rode in Duncan's car he wasted no time figuring out all the features that it had to offer and he was beyond impressed. What really blew him out of the fucking park the first time Duncan put it in self drive mode for their road trip to Vegas.

"Baby are you sure?" Jim asked again, slightly reaching for the keys.

"Yes." Duncan said, placing them in his hands. "C'mon birthday boy." Jim excitedly made his way around to the drivers seat, adjusting it to his needs, Duncan getting in the car shortly after.

"So where are we going?"

"Well." Duncan looked at his watch. "We don't have any where to be until about 3 and it's 1:30 right now, so we can go wherever you want to, ocean eyes."

"Great because I forgot to tell you last night, but we ran out of weed after that last joint, so I desperately want to go to the dispensary."

"We can do that." Duncan chuckled.

Jim felt like he was on cloud nine in the drivers seat. Fortunately for Duncan, Jim just had to go to his favorite dispensary 45 minutes away on the opposite side of town, which was where their next activity was anyways. About 15 minutes into the drive, Duncan had leaned his seat back, slightly sleepy from lunch. Putting the car in self drive, but keeping his eyes on the road, Jim snaked his hand between Duncan's legs, squeezing at him, palming him gently through his shorts.

"Mmmm, what are you doing ocean eyes?" Duncan questioned sleepily, rubbing his eyes, but adjusting himself in his seat so that he was further into Jim's palm.

"Returning the favor, slightly anyways. I'd love to go down on you, but not through LA traffic."Jim answered, pulling Duncan's zipper down, reaching his hand inside to slip him out of his boxers and through his shorts. It didn't take Jim much to get Duncan going. For a few minutes, he stroked him nice and slow, licking his hand in-between. "Just relax, yeah? Can you relax for me?"

"Mhmmm." Duncan nodded, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his shorts, but keeping them up just in case he quickly needed to tuck himself away. Jim was stroking him faster now, Duncan struggling to maintain even, regulated breaths. One hand had a death grip on Jim's thigh, the other, rubbing in small strides across his own chest. Finally catching up to Jim's pace, he began thrusting upward into Jim's hand. The sounds of Duncan's sighs and moans almost made Jim turn the car around so they could go back home.

Jim licked his hand one more time, getting up whatever taste he could of Duncan before really going at him. And when Duncan showed the tell-tale signs of reaching his peak, Jim did not slow down or give Duncan a break. And within seconds, Duncan came messily in his hand, moaning Jim's name loudly as he did so.

"So." Jim spoke again as he cleaned Duncan up off his fingers. "Anything particular you want from the dispo or?"

"N-n- no." Duncan answered as he struggled to tuck himself back into his shorts, still sensitive. "W-w-whatever you buy it's fine."

"What's the matter, scruffy?" Jim joked.

"Ha. Ha." Duncan mocked.

After what felt like forever moving through LA traffic, they finally got there and lucky enough for them there was just enough street parking spaces so that Jim wouldn't have to walk far.

"Okay. I'll be like 15 minutes, max."

"Here, take my card."

"Dunc, you don't gotta."

"Yeaaaah, I do. You see. You don't have any of your credit cards today. Not even your debit card."

"Wh-,"

"I took them all out of your wallet last night. Don't worry. They're safe at home in our lock box. You won't be paying for anything today."

"Oh my gosh, Duncan. Why do you always do this?"

"Because I love you. And because it's your birthday? You really think I'm going to let you pay for anything on your birthday? You've forgotten who you're dating already? Sheesh."

"Of course not. Big man. With a big ego and a big heart. And a fucking fat di-,"

"Exactly."

"You left my ID in there though right?"

"Of course."

"Okay. Then I'll be right back."

"I'll be here."

*** If Jim wasn't overwhelmed with happiness, he was now. He had been talking to Duncan for weeks about how he was saving up for a tattoo he really wanted and an industrial piercing. So when they pulled up to one of the most highly rated tattoo shops in Los Angeles, Jim swore he was going to throw up out of excitement.

"Ayeeee, Duncan!" the shop owner greeted him with a huge smile and a firm handshake. "Is this the birthday boy?"

"It is!" Duncan answered, wrapping his arm around Jim's waist and pulling him closer to him.

"Nice to meet you." he stuck his arm out for Jim to shake. "Jesse."

"Jim." Jim returned the handshake eagerly.

"Just the way Dunc described you. Let me tell you, if this man talks about anything, it's his ocean-eyed boyfriend."

"And how do you two know each other?" Jim questioned, looking back and forth between the two.

"Jesse, here." Duncan began. "Was assigned to my team at work like 2 weeks ago. We're starting new projects, remember? Anyways. I got the pleasure of getting to know each of my team members closely this past week, Jesse especially and he just happened to let me know that he has his own tattoo parlor and it just happened to be one of the best places in LA."

"They're usually closed today, but Jesse is here today, for you. He'll get that industrial piercing you've been wanting done for you too." Jim shook Jesse's hand again.

"Thank you." Jim said. "I don't know how-. Fuck."

"Ahhhh don't worry about it buddy, come on back to my chair. I'll show you what I sketched out, you'll tell me if you like it, and if you do, we decide where it goes. If you don't, we'll sketch it out again for you. Sound good?"

"Sounds good." Jim answered as he trailed behind Jesse.

"And after that we'll get that piercing done and send you on your way, birthday boy."

"Hey." Duncan said, grabbing Jim's arm. "I'll be back there in a minute, okay? Just gonna make a quick phone call."

"I love you." was all Jim could say back.

"I love you too."

"So you like to surf, huh?" Jesse asked Jim as sat across in his chair from Jim, picking up his sketch pad off his work table that neatly held a tattoo gun, several disposable tattooing needles, several different colored inks, several different cleaning materials and anti-septics, and tattoo balm. Jim looked around Jesse's space that was covered in surfing posters and wallpaper. There were several pictures on the wall of Jesse in his surfing gear, catching waves, and on the beach with his friends. And if he was staring hard enough, he could of sworn that the background in those pictures were Palos Verdes.

"I do." Jim answered proudly. "And I see that you like to too."

"Well that's all we really had to keep us out of trouble in Palos Verdes."

"You're from PV?" Jim followed up.

"Not originally, but it was most of my childhood, until I moved here." Ripping the sketch from his sketchbook, Jim noticed the Bay Boys tattoo located on Jesse's right shoulder, a detail he had initially glanced over.

"And you were a Bay Boy?"

"Unfortunately."

"Yeah, same..." Jim mumbled.  

"Really, huh? Are you from PV?"

"Not originally." Jim laughed causing Jesse to laugh too.

"A man with good humor. I appreciate that." Jesse commented. "Man. Joining the Bay Boys had to be one of the worst decisions of my life. Here let's get this out of the way first and then we'll talk."

Jesse handed Jim his sketch. The design was beautiful. Two surf boards next to each other, nestled upright in some sand, waves painting the background. In the sand, sat a really detailed outline of Jim and Medina, Jim has his head turned towards her as she looks out into the waves. He has one knee to his chest and Medina sits with both knees up to her chest. It was the photo that Duncan had took of  them their last group visit to a beach.

"I love it." Jim croaked out.

"I was hoping you would. Now do you want it all black with shading gradients or do we want to play around with some color?"

"We can play with some color."

"And where do you want it?"

"Left thigh."

"Good size?"

"Perfect size. Any bigger and I'd have to move it to my ribs."

"Perfect."

*** "Well. You've got a lot of heart, Jim." Jesse said. The two had been talking for about 45 minutes, the both of them sharing a little bit about their background, life before PV, life in PV, and life now. "It took as much heart for you to try to stay as it did for you to leave. I rode out the end of my Bay Boys saga until our chapter disbanded. And I'm sorry to hear about your parents too. Trust me, I know. Dad did the same fucking thing to mom." He had just got through with the outline and now it was time for the shading. Different shades of blues, oranges, yellows, pink and red hues would now paint Jim's thigh. Before Jim could continue their conversation, Duncan walked into the room.

"Shit. That wasn't suppose to take me so long. I could not get these fuckers to stop talking for the life of me." he said, pulling up a chair on the opposite side of Jim. "Doesn't hurt too bad does it?"

"Honestly, no." Jim answered, grabbing ahold of Duncan's hand and kissing his knuckles.

"I'm surprised." Jesses said. "Usually the thigh is a tough spot for most people. Super fucking tender."

"Isn't the worst pain I've ever felt." Jim grinned at Jesse.

"I take it you two have been having good conversation?" Duncan's eyes lit up.

"Always good conversation with a fellow Bay Boy, yeah?" Jesse answered.

"Well not always." Jim interjected, his leg twitching slightly as the needle hit a nerve.

"I knew you two would like each other."

The rest of Jim's tattoo session was conversation between the 3 boys and when Jim got tired of speaking, wrapped up in his tattoo as it was almost done, Duncan spoke to Jesse about their upcoming project, his hand never leaving Jim's for more than a minute. After Jesse finished and got Jim all cleaned up, his snapped a picture of his finished work, then took a picture with Jim. He gave Jim his industrial piercing which was a new level of pain for Jim and Duncan would have the bruise to show for it tomorrow. Jim couldn't thank Jesse enough.

"Wanna go start the car?" Duncan asked Jim. "I'll be out there in 5 minutes."

"Yeah, I will." Jim said, kissing Duncan on his cheek and shaking Jesse's hand one more time. "Thanks again, Jesse."

"Come back and see me, Jim."

"Definitely."

"So how much do I owe you?" Duncan asked, reaching for his wallet in his back pocket.

"Nothing. Free of charge for a former Bay Boy and a new friend."

"Oh c'mon Jesse. You have to let me-,"

"Actually you know what you can do? You can bring some of those kick ass chocolate chip muffins that you're always making. Oh and two extra for my wife and kid, yeah? Sound fair?"

"Are you sure?"

"Duncan. Chocolate. Chip. Muffins. K? Now get outta here so I can go home. It's rude to keep your lover waiting, y'know?"

"See you at work Monday, J." Duncan smiled as he shoved his wallet back in his pocket.

Duncan hopped in the car with Jim who stared down at his tattoo with the brightest smile on his face even though it was wrapped up and he could barely make it out. He knew the real thing underneath the wrap and that's what kept him smiling. I'm about an hour he'd be able to take it off and look at it whole again.

"Okay." Duncan said, reaching for something in his glovebox. He pulled out a baby blue blindfold. "Put this on."

"But why-,"

"Just put it on. You'll only be wearing it for about 30 minutes, okay? I have something to show you, but I don't want you to see it until we get there." Jim nodded, putting on his blindfold, making it as secure as possible.

"Hopefully it's to get ice-cream. Cause I really want some Ice-cream, Dunc."

"Oh you'll get your ice-cream, don't worry."

"I don't know if I should be afraid now or not." Jim laughed, reaching around until his hand found Duncan's thigh. "Can you at least change the radio? I hate this song." Duncan did as he asked, putting the car in drive and beginning their journey.

The closer the time got, the more nervous Duncan became. What if he messed up? He had gone over his plenty of times with Medina over numerous amounts of phone calls and video calls and plenty of times in his head today, so why was he still so nervous. He glanced over at Jim, who despite being blind folded was having a pretty good time. He was semi dancing and singing along to the song that played on the radio.

When Duncan pulled up to their final destination he was overwhelmed with nostalgia. It's been a while since he's last seen the hotel where he met Jim. Where he laid eyes on the stunning beach boy with beautiful hair, beautiful eyes, and a heart warming smile as he sat a couple seats down from him at the hotel's beach bar. Where he made a decision that would change both of their lives forever and where he was about to make a decision that would change both of their lives once again.

Duncan had actually gotten the room, yesterday, that way is already prepped and ready to go the way he wanted it for the both of them. He managed to leave work a few hours early to meet up with Calvin and Medina who helped him set up the room. Hours and hours spent gift wrapping and rearranging the room, within hotel standards of course. However, not before Duncan gave Medina her own set of gifts, remembering some of the things she had her eyes on from previous conversations.

"Jim is going to love this." Medina said as she sat on the hotel bed, eyeing the limited edition surfboard that Jim had struggled to get his hands on for the past few months because it was always sold out. Little did he know that Duncan had be watching the market too, intensely and as soon as they became available again, he was on it. "Like he might actually shit himself, holy shit. He's been talking about this bad boy for months."

"Trust me." Duncan began, remembering all the conversations between him and Jim about that surfboard. "I know." Duncan looked around each part of the room that had a gift for Jim in it, taking a deep breath. He pulled out the little box he had in his pocket, opening it to look at the ring inside before quickly closing it and sighing.

"Why so gloomy all of a sudden?" Medina asked as she watched Calvin finish wrapping Jim's last gift.

"Not gloomy. Just nervous."

"Nervous why?"

"What if he says no? What if he's not ready? What if I'm not ready?"

"The both of you are ready. Anyone with eyes could see that. I'm surprised Jim hasn't asked you to marry him first, honestly. Most of conversations, when we're done twinning of course, are about you." she began. "He stresses so much about being perfect for you, Dunc. Don't tell him I told you this, but sometimes he'll call me just to cry over the smallest gesture of kindness you show to him randomly throughout the day and of course I'll listen and then we'll laugh about it and I'll tell him how crazy the both of you are. He wants you, forever."

"Alright." Duncan said as he put the car in park, getting out and quickly walking over to Jim's side to open his door. "C'mon. Take my hand."

"This'll be fun." Jim chuckled. "Always wanted to do some sort of trust challenge."

"I'll be sure to hit every wall, okay?" Jim grabbed Duncan's hand allowing for him to get him out of the car. Closing Jim's door, he wrapped his arm around Jim's shoulder, holding him close. Jim in return threw his arms around Duncan's waist. "I got you."

"Can I at least know where we are?" Jim asked.

"You'll know in a second."

"But, Duncan." Jim whined. "I've waited so long and I miss looking at you."

"5 more minutes. 5 more minutes and you can take it off, yeah?"

"Fiiiiiiine." Jim groaned as him and Duncan walked closely together. Jim knew he was in a building, he knew he had gotten in an elevator. He knew there were other people in his building as well, but that's all he knew. Duncan stood him in front of the room door. The same room Jim decided to walk into that night. Room 707.

"Jim, is it?" Duncan asked, eyeing the surfer boy who took up the opportunity to come visit him in his hotel room.

"Yeah..." Jim answered, struggling to maintain eye contact with Duncan.

"Duncan." Duncan said back, grabbing Jim's hand and pulling him into the room, closing the door behind him. "So Jim, tell me. What made you take me up on my offer?"

"Adventure." Jim said, turning around and snatching Duncan's towel off of his waist, grabbing him by the back of his neck and kissing him.

Duncan opened the door, guiding Jim inside and carefully through the room and back outside on the balcony where he spent most of his mornings, typing away at a presentation for his past life in DC.

"Okay, you can take your blind fold off now." Duncan said, clearing his throat and now running his hand through his hair for the third time today. Jim loosened the knot with one pull, removing the blind fold from his eyes and taking in his surroundings once his vision adjusted to the city lights. "Any of this look for familiar?"

Of course it did. How could it not? Jim remembered every single interaction they've shared on this balcony, most of them naughty, but not all of them. This is the balcony where he quickly came to realize that he was getting attached to Duncan. He quickly realized that what was suppose to be something quick and fun, was no longer that. He had feelings for Duncan Shepherd.

"So like. How do you make it through so many presentations in a week?" Jim questioned as he sat in Duncan's lap, straddling him as he scrolled through his work emails. He sat in the chair located on the balcony of his hotel room, his other hand, snaked around Jim.

"Lots and lots and lots of caffeine." Duncan answered, sighing, dipping his fingers in the waist band of Jim's shorts. "And right now, you."

"Me?" Jim questioned.

"Yeah because I know the faster I finish." Duncan began, locking his phone and setting down on the side table. He sat up a little bit, placing both hands on the small of Jim's back. "The faster I finish. The faster I get to see you and the faster we get to hangout and play."

### Jim leaned over the balcony railing, Duncan behind him, arms wrapped around him tightly. He rested his chin gently on top of Jim's head, rubbing his thumb back and forth across Jim's stomach. Today had been particularly rough for both boys and when Jim had received a rather urgent text from Duncan, asking him to come see him even though the two were just together this morning, Jim was there.

"Do you ever just feel like what you do isn't good enough?" Duncan questioned.

"All the time." Jim answered. "All the time, but sometimes you have to say fuck it and realize you are enough or it is enough. It'll be hard at first and sometimes for me it still is. It's always going to be, but once you do say fuck it and realize that you are enough, you change. Who's got you feeling like what you do isn't good enough?"

"I don't really want to talk about it just yet. Just want to be close to you." Duncan let slip out, hoping that Jim didn't hear. But he did, but he kept silent, pressing himself further back into Duncan.

### Duncan held Jim in his arms, Jim's legs wrapped around his waist as the two kissed passionately. Jim had his arms wrapped around Duncan's neck, a hand tangled in his hair. And for a moment, the world around Duncan stopped. Here he was, a month a half into his two month long business trip, finding himself falling for Jim. Usually Duncan was pretty straight forward with his one night stands and flings, but not Jim. Jim became more than that after one week because as hard as Duncan tried he couldn't get the boy out of his mind after he took him to breakfast the morning after they hooked up.

"Duncan I-," Jim began, his eyes filling with tears. "You-,"

"No tears." Duncan said, wiping away the few that managed to fall. "Not yet because I need to talk to you. I was going to wait until dinner to do this, but I'm tired of waiting now."

"O..okay." Jim managed to get out, trying his best to hold back his tears again.

*** A trail of clothes led to the bed where Duncan topped Jim from the bottom. His fingers dug deeply into Jim's hips as thrusted upwards at an even pace. A pace that was hitting Jim in all the right places, making him cry out Duncan's name every so often. Jim leaned forward, resting his face in the crook of Duncan's neck, leaving sloppy kisses and love bites as he ran his left hand down Duncan's chest. Duncan grew goosebumps, feeling the cold touch of the engagement ring that now was on Jim's ring finger. And for a moment he stopped, grabbing that same hand and bringing it up to his lips, giving it a kiss.

He rolled the both of them over so that he was on top of Jim now, immediately connecting their lips for an intense kiss. Jim in no way, shape, or form, had any intentions of even trying to be dominant with Duncan this evening. Slowly and without disconnecting their lips, Duncan moved in and out of Jim, Jim already so sensitive in all the right places, whimpering against Duncan's lips and wrapping his legs around his waist. Jim had already came twice riding the mess out of Duncan, already missing the feeling of Duncan's warm and large hands stroking him out, and he was closing in on third, hands free, just like how Duncan liked it.

Finally separating from Jim's lips, Duncan let out a breath taking moan as he bottomed himself out in Jim, moving in circular motions as he pushed into Jim's spot over and over. The both of them whispered sweet and loving words into the others ear, Duncan with his arms cradling the sides of Jim's head. And just as Jim got comfortable with the rhythm Duncan had gotten into, he threw him completely off, speeding up.

"Dunc, I'm so close."  Jim moaned out, scratching down Duncan's back, happy tears forming again in his eyes. "Fuck me harder... please." Duncan didn't even question it. Positioning himself upright now instead of laying against Jim, he kept Jim's legs wrapped around his waist once again, carefully gripping and holding the back of his thigh, not wanting to touch and hurt his fresh tattoo.

He was fucking Jim now, relentlessly, but with a burning passion that said nothing but "I love you.".

"Oh fuck!" Jim yelled, throwing his head back, but Duncan brought his eyes back to him.

"No, don't stop looking this way." Duncan said between his moans, not letting up his thrusts that were quickly becoming uneven. "Want to see your pretty face when I make you cum for the 4th time today." Jim was already making small squirts against his stomach every time Duncan slammed back into, a portion of his back lifting up off the bed every time. He eyes darted between Duncan's and the mess he was creating on himself.  

"I love you, ocean eyes." Duncan moaned as his thrusts became even more sloppy.

"I- I- I-," Jim struggled to get back out, his vision becoming blurry as he neared his end and he could tell Duncan was nearing his end too.

"I know, baby boy. I know." Duncan threw Jim's legs over his shoulders, pinning his arms above his head. Jim wasn't even speaking in full sentences anymore, his moans and pants become broken and desperate and Duncan ruined him. "Cum with me, yeah?"

Duncan looked Jim straight in his eyes as he said that and that was enough for Jim to lose it all. He came, hard, Duncan letting one of his arms go to stroke him out. Now with a free hand, Jim slammed Duncan's lips back against his own, Duncan immediately releasing and moaning loudly into their kiss.

The two laid there for a while, Duncan still inside of Jim, resting his head against his chest, taking in the sound of Jim's now steady heartbeat. And if they didn't have to be at Jim's and Medina's birthday dinner in an hour and a half they could lay here forever.

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