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Jason is absolutely drenched in sweat. The light blue of his hoodie now a darker shade in more places than he can count. Despite this, he’s starting to shiver as it dries in the cool, late autumn air on his walk back to the car.
He sighs as he sinks into the driver's seat, turning on the engine in order to get the heat going. Another intense workout done.
He’s been trying very hard to look after himself and get into shape now he has the time to actually form a coherent thought after they wrapped season 3. He’d been so stressed and so overworked for four years that his health had taken a backseat. But not anymore. He wants to be around for as long as possible for the kids and for his beautiful Hannah. His fiancée.
The fiancée that is going to kill him if she knows he worked out in a thick fleecy hoodie again.
The guys in his group today all turned up in various layers. Sweaters and hoodies and jackets. But Jason was the only one not to strip down to a T-shirt when they got started. It earned him a few odd glances and he knew he should’ve just taken it off, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
He’s still working on being content with how his body looks. He’s put it through a lot over the last few years thanks to stress and grief and depression, his weight fluctuating with his waxing and waning mental health. He’s softer around his middle than he likes, his chest not as firm as it once was, his muscles less defined.
He hates it.
He also hates that he cares about it at all. His partner loves how he looks. She reminds him all the time. He’s healthy. He still has a full head of hair. He knows he isn’t ugly. He has nice eyes and a kind smile. He should be content.
But he also lives and works in Hollywood and beauty standards are impossible to ignore even for men.
So he’s working out. And eating clean. And covering up until he’s confident enough. Just until he’s back to how he looked before. He swears it.
***
He pulls up to his LA rental house, parking the car in the driveway and taking note of the soft music filtering out from the slightly open kitchen window. Hannah must be getting started on dinner. He might not be able to smell it, but he knows it’s going to be delicious. She’s a brilliant cook. He can just imagine her swaying her incredible hips to the music while she peels and chops and sautées her way around their kitchen. His tummy fills with butterflies at the domesticity of it all.
Wandering into the house he finds exactly what he imagined. Her back is to him and she’s humming along to the music, wiggling her hips. He desperately wants to creep up behind her and wrap his arms around her waist, but he also doesn’t want her to see his sweaty hoodie still plastered to his body. He was so distracted by his thoughts he forgot to take it off outside and really can’t bear to see her disappointed face if she sees it.
Before he can turn around to creep up the stairs, the song ends and another starts, Hannah’s distaste for it obvious in her reaction.
“Ugh, no!” she mutters, dropping the spatula and spinning to face the speaker, reaching out to hit skip at the same time she clocks him hovering in the doorway like some kind of sweaty blue ghost.
She shrieks, clutching her chest with wide eyes. “Fucking hell, J! You scared me half to death,” she says, taking a deep breath and pushing pause on the sound system, plunging the room into silence for a beat while she looks at him. He knows from the look on her face that she’s already seen the dark patches, already knows what he put himself through again.
Her expression softens and she lets out a sigh.
“Darling. You said you weren’t going to that again,” she says gently, pointing in the general direction of his torso. The guilt he was already feeling ticks up a notch. He’s disappointed her. The one thing he never wants to do.
Jason looks down at his feet, suddenly very interested in the corner of the rug as he hears her shuffling about, no doubt turning the stove down to a simmer so she can focus on him entirely. He doesn’t look up again until she’s right in front of him, a slender finger tucking under his chin to draw his face back to her.
Her eyes are full of so much love and concern for him he feels it engulf him like a warm bath, slowing his racing heart. She always has that effect on him.
“I’m sorry, Han,” he murmurs, forcing himself to maintain the eye contact she deserves. “I know I should’ve taken it off, but my lack of self confidence won today.”
He knows Hannah appreciates his honesty. She nods, cupping his face in her hands and pulling him in for a soft, lingering kiss.
“It’s okay, love. I understand. Let’s get you in the shower. Get you nice and clean,” she says, taking his hand and leading him upstairs. A shower sounds incredible. He’s starting to get itchy from the drying sweat on his skin. Another reason he should wear gym appropriate clothes, he supposes.
***
She’s quiet as she pulls him along by the hand into their ensuite bathroom, obviously deep in thought. He knows she’s probably thinking about him and his… issues and he kicks himself for causing her stress. He wants to be better. He’s trying so hard to be better, but some days his demons are louder in his head than her reassuring, loving words are.
What he’s about to be reminded of is that Hannah can be very loud when she wants to be.
***
The bathroom fills with steam as Hannah gets the shower running, turning to face him with a soft smile. She crooks a finger at him, beckoning him towards her like she did recently on stage in Kansas City, making his stomach swoop.
He’s powerless against her pull, stepping into her space so she can kiss him. He sighs into her mouth, the soft velvet of her tongue sliding against his own sends shockwaves through his body, making him shiver again, this time not from the cold, but from arousal.
She pulls away, chuckling at him as he stumbles forward, his lips chasing the warmth of her mouth. He never wants to stop kissing her.
“Come on, my darling man. Clothes off,” she says in that commanding tone she knows always works. He’s naked in seconds, his cock half hard and his eyes raking over her incredible body as she follows suit, stripping out of her simple black leggings and one of his well worn t-shirts. The only thing she’s still wearing is her engagement ring. It glimmers in the halogen glow of the overhead lighting, winking at him. Reminding him that she’s his.
The hand wearing his ring reaches out to him, stroking over his facial hair in a loving caress before dropping to his hand and tugging him under the warm spray.
He groans the moment the hot water hits his itchy skin, rinsing the dried sweat away, relaxing his muscles that’ll surely be sore in the morning. He hears the faint hitching of Hannah’s breath at the sound he makes, her pupils dilating just a little bit. “Does that feel nice, baby?” she asks, her voice low.
“Mmhmm.”
“Good. That’s so good,” she coos, reaching for his sandalwood body wash that she loves the smell of. “Let’s get you clean.”
Hannah forgoes the use of a loofah in favour of lathering the soap over his body with her hands, leaving no place untouched. She pays special attention to his chest, running her fingers through his chest hair over and over in no particular pattern, just touching him for the sake of it.
Eventually she brings the suds out to his shoulders, massaging them briefly before moving down to his biceps. They’re firm under her hands, his work in the gym already paying off as she hums appreciatively when he flexes.
He was aiming to make her laugh, but he supposes he can live with this reaction, too.
Pouring more soap into her hands, Hannah scrubs his armpits, making sure he’s nice and clean. The causal intimacy of his partner washing him after a gym session makes him all squiggly inside. He never thought he’d get to have this kind of closeness with anybody ever again and yet here they are. God herself is washing his sweaty pits.
He has to squeeze his eyes shut as a wave of emotion washes over him. He loves her so much it hurts.
Hannah, distracted by her task, keeps her hands moving, sliding down his sides and around to his back, scratching her nails over his sacrum, causing him to shudder and his cock to twitch, pulling him back from his quiet wobble.
That rewards him with a groan in return, Hannah tucking her face in the crook of his neck, shifting her hands to his ass and squeezing his cheeks. She boldly parts him in his most intimate area, letting the soapy water run over his hole, her finger tips nudging at him as she massages him. God, it feels good.
“Fuck, Han. What are you doing to me?” Jason moans, wrapping his arms around her to hold her tight.
“I’m just loving on my beautiful, sexy fiancé like he deserves,” she mumbles into his skin, peppering his throat with tiny kisses.
It takes everything he has in that moment not to start bawling.
How has he gotten so damn lucky?
***
Shower finished and wrapped up in fluffy towels, they quietly retreat to their bedroom. The sun has almost fully set for how long they spent luxuriating in each other under the water so Hannah rounds the bed and switches on a bedside lamp, bathing the room and in a warm yellow glow.
Before Jason can reach for some sweatpants to change into, Hannah’s gripping him with both hands, pulling his back flush against her chest and walking them over to the full-length mirror in the corner of the room.
He immediately averts his gaze as his pale torso comes into view, Hannah’s green eyes flashing from behind his shoulder at the motion.
“Han…”
“Shhh, baby. Just look.”
He takes a deep breath as he realises what she’s up to, steeling himself. And then he does as she asks. He looks.
The first thing he sees is how pale he is. The lingering freckles on his shoulders are the only indication he’d ever been in the sun in the last decade. Next is his chest. The subtle muscle that once covered his pecs has since grown soft and a touch flabby, the flesh surrounding his nipples more prominent. It’s the biggest reason he wears so many layers.
He takes another deep breath. He’s getting uncomfortable staring at himself, but Hannah holds him steady, pressing soft kisses to his shoulders as her hands reach for the top of the towel secured around his waist.
She looks into his eyes in the mirror, silently asking permission. Jason bites his lip nervously, but nods.
The towel slips away from his lower half, falling in a heap at their feet. Hannah and Jason maintain eye contact as she slides both her hands into his, interlocking their fingers where they hang at his sides so he can’t cover his belly like she knows he was about to do.
“Keep looking, sweetheart. Think about what you see,” she whispers into his neck.
He closes his eyes for a moment, needing a brief reprieve, but follows her instructions, opening his eyes and scanning the newly revealed parts of himself.
His tummy is soft. Much softer than he’s comfortable with. His belly button is wide and deep. He hates when he’s just in a t-shirt and it creates a little dip in the fabric. He feels like it’s a beacon, drawing everyone’s eyes to his most hated part of himself.
Hannah squeezes his hands and he realises he’s starting to tremble as tears fill his eyes. He blinks them away as fast as he can, taking another deep breath and moving his gaze down to his hips.
He has slender hips. Strong thighs from all those years playing basketball. His cock hangs limply between them. Any hint of the erection he had in the shower has dissipated now. However, even when he’s soft, he can appreciate his manhood. He knows he has a nice dick. He’s thick and long and he knows how to use it. Besides his eyes and hands, it’s the thing he’s gotten the most compliments on from his partners in the past.
He’s not really sure how he feels about that, though.
He sighs, flicking his eyes back up to meet Hannah’s. She’s gazing at him with so much love, it takes his breath away and the pesky tears return.
This time he doesn’t bother trying to suppress them. He lets his eyes fill and eventually overflow, hot streaks running down his cheeks.
“My beautiful man,” Hannah whispers, letting go of his hands to wrap her arms securely around him. His tears finally make their way through his beard, dripping off his chin to splash onto her tanned forearms.
“I love you so much Jason.”
A sob breaks free from his chest as she begins to sway them gently, murmuring sweet nothings into his ear in an attempt to soothe him. He closes his eyes and focuses on her voice, on her bare breasts pressing into his back, of her strong arms surrounding him. She loves him. She loves him.
He’s loved. So deeply. So fully.
He breathes deeply, letting his lungs fill to capacity and holding it for a moment before letting it out slowly through pursed lips.
He opens his eyes.
Hannah is still looking, her own sea green eyes blinking back tears as she says, “come lay down with me, baby.”
He silently complies, relieved to not be standing in front of his nude reflection any longer.
Hannah lays him down on his back, making sure he’s comfortable, brushing his hair out of his eyes and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He moves to try and deepen it, but she pulls away.
“I have some things I want to say if that’s alright my love.”
He knows where this is going and instead of trying to deflect, he nods. He wants to hear it, now. He needs to hear it.
Hannah lays alongside him, propping her head up so she’s able to look at him, her left hand resting flat over his heart. No doubt she can feel it racing beneath her palm.
She smiles at him reassuringly before she starts to speak softly.
“You really don’t realise how breathtakingly beautiful you are, Jason.”
His brows knit and she raises her hand to smooth the frown away, stroking her thumb across his eyebrow.
“I think you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.”
“I -“
“Shh, let me continue,” she tuts, threading her fingers through the front of his hair, tugging lightly. He shuts his mouth, little threads of pleasure seeping through the taut follicles and into his brain.
“I love your hair. It’s so thick. And you keep it at the perfect length for me to really grab on. I love gripping you right here -“ she tugs a little harder and he gasps, “when you’re using your delicious mouth on me.”
Jason groans, his cock twitching back to attention and his heart rate picking up speed.
Hannah moves on, letting go of his hair to run her finger over his parted lips. “Speaking of your mouth…”
She dips her middle and index fingers inside his mouth, pressing down on his tongue. Instinctually, he closes his lips around them, sucking firmly.
“Mmm, yes. Just like that, darling. The things you can do with your mouth is sinful, Jason. And it’s all for me, too. The way you kiss, the way you suck my clit until I’m screaming.”
He sucks in a sharp breath through his nose at her words, but keeps going, swirling his tongue around her fingertips like he would if they were her swollen clit.
“Not to mention when you use your mouth to say the most romantic, heartfelt words I’ve ever heard. No man has spoken so poetically about me before, Jason. No man has told me he loves me in so many ways like you have.”
He wants to tell her she deserves that. She deserves that and so, so much more. More than he could ever possibly say, but her fingers are still maintaining his silence so he tries his best to convey it with eyes. He looks up at her with all the love he has inside him.
Hannah smiles. “You’re just so… good . You’re a good man, Jason. In every aspect.” His cock hardens some more at her words. He’s good.
She pulls her fingers from his mouth slowly, trailing a line of his saliva over his chin, down his throat and onto his chest. He licks his lips, waiting for what she’s got next.
Hannah walks her fingers across his chest, stopping at his right nipple to circle the remaining moisture around the hardened bud, making him jolt in surprise at how sensitive he is.
“Hmmm, my responsive boy. So good for me,” she hums. It makes him shudder.
“I love your broad chest. So strong, but with that little bit of softness that makes for a perfect pillow for my head.”
She scratches her nails through the thick hair, leaning forward to press several kisses to his chest. “I love your chest hair. So masculine. My strong man.” Jason groans, the deep rumble reverberating into her lips where she’s pressing them to his sternum.
Hannah shimmies down his body a little bit, kissing along his ribs, pausing to bite a mark into his flank before stopping at his tummy.
His muscles stiffen and he feels himself involuntarily suck in his belly, attempting to minimise the curve of it.
“Nooo, baby,” Hannah tuts, pressing her palm to his softest part, right under his belly button. “Don’t hide away, sweetheart. Your tummy is so precious.”
Jason looks away, the tears starting to return, shaking his head in protestation.
“It’s not,” he whispers.
“It is, darling. I love it so very much,” Hannah presses, stroking her hand gently over his stomach. “I know you hate how it looks, but darling it’s so sexy to me. It tells a story. A story of you and the life you’ve lived.”
Jason looks back at her, his eyes big and shining in the lamp light.
“It tells me that you’re forty eight and have lived a beautiful life so far in this body. You’ve eaten well, you’ve indulged a little sometimes because you deserve to. You’re middle aged and that comes with changes, my love. And you carry it wonderfully. Aging and learning and experiencing life is so sexy, Jason. You, Jason Sudeikis, are the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, tummy and all.”
The tears fall down the side of his face, soaking the pillow, but he doesn’t care. He can’t believe how lucky he is to have Hannah. He can almost physically feel her words knitting together old wounds, finally healing them so fresh, pink skin can form in its place. Like a rebirth.
“That’s it baby, let it all out”, Hannah says, moving back up to hold him close, kissing him. Jason wraps her up and holds her against his chest, letting out years of pent up emotion through heaving sobs and broken cries.
Eventually, he calms down, his breaths no longer hitching in his throat and his tears drying.
“I love you so much, Hannah,” he whispers into her neck.
Hannah raises her head to look into his eyes. “I love you,” she replies, pecking him on the lips before wiggling back down to where she was.
“Now… where was I? Ahh, yes. Your cute little belly button,” she says, pressing a wet kiss directly on it, making him squirm. She grins, holding his hips still so she can lavish more kisses to that spot, nipping lightly at the tender skin. “You’re perfect, Jason.”
He’s breathing heavily again, his cock coming back to life for the third time. He can feel the blush running from his face all the way down his chest.
“ Please, ” he whimpers, his hips stuttering up, looking for friction.
“Mmmm,” Hannah hums, shifting lower to lick and press kisses to his hip bone, her nails raking over his upper thigh. “We can’t forget about your gorgeous cock now, can we?”
“Fuck, Han,” he groans, gripping the sheets at his sides.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take good care of you,” Hannah smiles, pressing a little kiss to the pulsing vein running along the underside of his cock, resting hot and heavy on his belly, making him gasp.
“You always take such good care of me,” he moans, watching as she moves over him, spreading his legs so she can lay between his thighs. She smiles up at him, as if to say “yeah, I know I do” before she surges forward, angling his dick towards her mouth and taking him right to the back of her throat in one fell swoop.
The shout he lets out could be heard down the street.
“God damn it, Hanah. Oh my god, baby!” he cries, trying desperately to keep his hips still so as not to hurt her. “You’re amazing. Holy shit.”
Hannah lifts off him, a line of saliva stretching from her lips to the thick head of his cock. “I know,” she grins.
Jason laughs, tugging her towards him. “Come here.”
They fall into a hot kiss, tongues sliding together wetly and moaning into each other’s mouths as Jason flips Hannah onto her back, tucking himself snugly along her left side so he can stroke his dominant hand down her soft skin, gently rolling a nipple between his fingers.
Hannah whimpers, her hips undulating, desperate for attention. He doesn't make her wait, dragging his hand all the way down to her curls, groaning when she opens her legs for him, allowing him access to her slick heat.
He swipes his fingers over her entrance, gathering the abundance of arousal dripping from her core, bringing it up to her engorged clit.
Hannah gasps, rocking her hips up into his hand. “ Fuck. I forgot to mention your incredible fingers.”
Jason chuckles. “No need, gorgeous. I know how good they make you feel.”
He swirls his fingers over her clit for a while, working her up, preparing her for what’s next.
“Ready?” he asks, pressing his digits against her opening.
Hannah nods enthusiastically, gripping the back of his head with one hand and the sheets with the other.
He shifts lower to get better leverage and pushes his middle and ring finger inside her, crooking them just right to nudge that perfect place inside her. He starts slow, pushing the tips of his fingers against the rough patch of skin over and over again, eventually picking up speed until he’s fucking her with abandon.
The wet noises of her arousal are obscene as he keeps it up, the muscles on his forearm screaming at him, but he can’t stop. She’s nearly there he can feel it. Just a few more pumps.
If they could hear his shout down the street, then the next suburb over can hear her scream. Hannah comes hard, his fingers drawing gush after gush of liquid gold to pour from her core, pooling in his palm and drenching the sheets.
Her thighs tremble as she shouts her pleasure, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her face flushed pink. She’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. A goddess.
He slows the motion of his fingers as she comes down, gentling her through it until he stops, pulling them carefully out of her and sucking them clean. His cock twitches like crazy at the taste of her.
He lets her catch her breath for as long as she needs, laying down next to her and cradling her against his chest.
Eventually, Hannah shifts back to look at him. “My good boy,” she sighs, caressing his cheek.
He feels his chest fill with pride at her words, leaning in and kissing her languidly, in no rush despite the desperate need his cock has for some relief. He knows he’ll be getting there soon.
He’s perfectly content to make out with his future wife, softly caressing each other in their bed for the rest of his life.
Hannah has other plans, however and soon enough she’s pulling him on top of her, wrapping her long legs around his waist and guiding his cock inside her. He slides in easily all the way to the hilt.
They groan in unison, kissing sloppily as he starts to thrust. He pulls all the way out before plunging back inside deeply again and again, his balls slapping against her ass in time with their cries. They’ve set a fast pace right off the bat and it’s incredible.
She’s chanting his name in his ear, her voice rough with desire, but soft around the edges with her love for him. “Jason. Jason. Jason,” she cries, each shout in time with his deep thrusts, the head of his cock hitting that perfect place inside her over and over.
She’s gripping the back of his neck tightly, her fingertips disappearing into his thick hair, pulling his forehead to rest against hers, speaking roughly into his open, panting mouth. “You are so fucking beautiful, Jason. The sexiest man in the whole world. And you’re all mine.”
Hers. He’s all her’s. The base of his spine tingles with pleasure at her words, his hips stuttering in their rhythm, slowing to a gentler pace before he loses it completely. They’ve only just started their love making and her words combined with the scorching slick heat of her clenched around him is about to make him come in record time.
He groans, pushing his cock deep inside and stilling, willing his orgasm to stay away for a little longer.
Hannah doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t need to ask if he’s okay. She knows the effect she has on him. She knows how he feels when she says the things she’s been saying to him tonight. She just smiles softly and strokes her hands gently over the expanse of his sweaty back, brushing the tips of their noses together while she breathes deeply with him.
Her legs loosen their hold around him so she can run the sole of one foot up and down his leg, from his buttocks to his ankle. She’s trying to caress as much of him at once as she can. His heart clenches with love for her as he feels himself finally creep back from the edge he’d been flung onto.
His thrusts pick back up, landing on a slower pace for the time being, hoping to make it last.
“That’s it, my darling. You’re doing so good,” she murmurs, pressing her lips to his lovingly.
Fuck , he’s not going to last.
His cock twitches strongly inside her, making her gasp and clutch at his back, spurring him on.
“Yes, Jason fuck me. Please keep fucking me hard, I need it!” she cries, meeting his thrusts with her own, urging him faster and faster.
He can feel himself hurtling to the edge again, his balls drawing up and toes curling.
Her next words do him in.
“Come inside me, Jason,” she moans, reaching down to grip his ass, her finger tips returning to press against his hole, snapping that final thread of control.
He comes hard with a shout, burying his cock as deep as he can go, a flood of come surging out of him to coat her cervix and her inner walls.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans, his legs shaking with the intensity of his orgasm.
Hannah talks him through the aftershocks, whispering praise and encouragement in his ear, her hands rubbing circles on his back as he shudders in her arms.
He’s sleepy after he comes down, his cock softening and slipping out of her, his spend following behind to puddle on the sheet under her bottom.
The last two… three? hours were an intense roller coaster of emotions and sensations. Combined with his earlier gym session, he’s absolutely spent. Wring him out and hang him up to dry.
“Stick a fork in me, I’m done,” he mumbles, barely coherent. Hannah understands, though and she chuckles before she gasps, his silly joke reminding her about the dinner she left simmering on the stove.
“The sauce!” she shrieks, rushing out of the room and down the stairs in the nude.
Jason bursts into laughter, pushing himself out of the bed with a wince. He quickly throws on a shirt and some sweatpants before collecting a set for Hannah to wear as he shuffles his way to the kitchen.
He finds her grumbling over the stove, her sauce a gluggy ruined mess.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he sighs, coming up behind her to wrap his arms around her waist like he had longed to do when he first got home.
Hannah shakes her head and spins around in his arms to cuddle him. “No apologies. It was more than worth it.”
Jason smiles, leaning in to kiss her softly. “I love you,” he says.
“I love you, sweetheart. Now… how about I go up stairs and change the sheets…” she starts, moving out of his arms to pull on the clothes he brought down, “and you order us an enormous pizza? I’m starving!”
“Done and doner, baby.”
Hannah whoops with excitement, giving his bum a playful swat before bouncing up the stairs.
Jason giggles, his face scrunching up in amusement at his beautiful, silly woman.
He’s the luckiest fucker in the world.