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You would think after the events at the castle rebuilding would be the first worry. Making sure there were no casualties. Making sure everyone is accounted for, making sure the ‘king and queen’ were handled properly. But nothing goes y/n’s way does it?
Everyone circled Jacob and Maisie as soon as red swam off. No big deal. At least it wouldn’t be if y/n could reach his boyfriend and the child they’ve apparently adopted. Everyone needs to fuckin move.
“I don’t think you’re gonna get to them right now” Ah, enter Sarah Sharpe.
“Jacob!? Maisie!?” They couldn’t hear him. Not with so many others talking and shouting. What a nightmare.
“Yeah, no doubt Jacob is gonna be led to a bar, Maisie will follow… you willing to take a message?”
“If ya buy me a pint, I might be persuaded.” Sarah was y/n’s favorite, being practically raised by her and all.
“Tell him I’ll be at my cabin. Whenever he gets drunk enough to squabble, send him home won’t ya?” Y/n pulled out a small bag of coins, holdin them out to her.
“Of course, after I get my entertainment, of course. Maybe I can get him to dance this time…” Sarah trailed off with a wink. Taking the bag of coins and following the crowd. Which will most likely end up at the tavern no doubt.
Y/n sighed and waved for a carriage. He’s knackered and would like to sleep. In his bed preferably. Last time he and Jacob drank together they ended up in y/n’s old tree house, naked and cold. Y/n would like not to repeat that. Well the treehouse naked and cold part. Everything else was more than welcome to be repeated.
His cabin was a bit dusty. Being out at sea and all. Could be worse. He was thankful that the old woman next door comes and cleans every so often, in return when they’re home he has dinner with her to give her some company.
Pasta has never tasted so good. Chicken oh how he missed it. Y/n was sick of fish. The pasta was perfect. So much so he missed the door opening. Thankfully he heard Maisie before he saw her. The thudding footsteps are probably his drunk lover.
“That smells delicious! May I have some?” Speak of the devil. The little one has appeared.
“Wash your face and hands, then I’ll make ya a plate.” Y/n watched as Maisie scurried off. He walked out of the kitchen to the living space. Spotting his boyfriend dozing on the sofa.
“Jacob”
“Mm”
“Go wash up. You smell like a bar.” There were beer spots on his shirt. Y/n mentally rolled his eyes. Jacob didn’t move an inch.
“Jacob” He stepped closer only to be pulled down, sloppy kisses being placed on his shoulder and neck.
“I’m never drinking with those buffoons again…”
“Oh please, you’ll be back at it before the week is over. And as amused as I am there is a hungry child waiting for her plate, now do you want food or should I leave you here?” Y/n pulled himself away, standing up. He could see Maisie watching from her chair at the table.
“ ‘m up, im up” Jacob slowly pulled himself up, stumbling here and there, venturing off to the toilet, not before squeezing his lovely boyfriend's ass though.
“Jacob!” Y/n slapped his hand away, too late though. Maise was giggling and he could feel the smirk on Jacob's face even though his back was facing him. He rolled his eyes, heading to the kitchen.
Plates were made, pasta was devoured, the child was in bed sound asleep. Y/n was on the dock, watching the stars in the sky, listening to the waves lol on the shore.
“Fancy a swim?” Jacob was shirtless, visibly shivering.
“The water is freezing, you’ll catch a cold”
“No better way to sober up” Next thing y/n knew was coldness. Water splashed onto him from where Jacob jumped in.
“C’mon baby. It’s perfect.”
“Jacob I can hear your teeth chattering” even so, y/n followed suit. Opting to slowly lower himself rather than jumping. Jacobs arms wrapped around his waist. Lips met his shoulder again.
“You weren’t at the bar. Was looking for ya” kiss after kiss
“Didn’t feel like drinking. Besides, someone has to feed you two. Make sure you have a warm bed to sleep in.”
Y/n shifted around. Now facing Jacob.
“Did Sarah get ya to dance?” Y/n cracked a smile.
“I may have dabbled in the line dances” Jacob leaned in. The kiss was slow and sweet. Small pecks here and there. Then Jacob shifted. Lifting y/n from under his knees pulling them closer to shore. The water was ankle deep now, he laid y/n on the sand, never letting up the kiss. It got heavier, wetter, and more desperate.
“Jacob…” Y/ns shorts were pulled off, leaving him bare.
“I’ve missed this, missed you.” Jacob was mumbling at this point. Roaming hands, slicked fingers, sloppy kisses. Everything escalated fast. One minute they’re groping, and the next Jacob is sliding in.
“Fuck, Jacob!”
“Sh sh sh, I know” Nails raked down his back, heels digging into his hips. He kept going, slowly building a rhythm. Had y/n begging for more within seconds.
Oh how Jacob loves this man. The man that gives him everything. To Jacob, y/n made the world brighter. He was perfect.
“I love you. Love you so much.” Jacob moved sloppier. Sand digging into his knees, the waves pushing against him. He was close.
“Jacob!” Y/n stilled, legs wrapping tight around jacob, nails drawing blood, head thrown back. Jacob followed soon after, the waves erasing the mess.
They went through the motions of getting to bed. Walking back to the cabin, bathing, clothing themselves, climbing in bed together after checking on Maisie.
“I want her to stay, she’s good for us. Good for you” Y/n stroked Jacobs cheek.
“Yeah, she just might be” He gave a kiss to y/n’s palm, looking at his lover.
“I love you Jacob”
“I love you too”