Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2002 17:38:09 -0000 From: shakes d Subject: The Taking of Jakob (Part 1)--beginnings **** This work is copyrighted by the author and may not be reproduced in any form without the specific written permission of the author. It is assigned to the Nifty Archives under the terms of their submission agreement but it may not be copied or archived on any other site without the written permission of the author. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to those living or dead is not intentional, and is completely coincidental. **** I pulled the car in the alley behind the church and could see him curled up by the dumpster. I wasn't sure what to expect-all I got was a three-second pleading from him over the phone to come get him and then he hung up. I was then left alone with my panic attack. As I pulled the car closer, I had a better look at him. He was lying in the fetal position; naked as the day he was born, covered in blood and a mess that I wasn't sure I wanted to know what contained. I went cold. Jakob didn't even seem to notice me when I got out of my Monte Carlo and walked towards him. It wasn't until I knelt beside him, and carefully placed my hand on his bare shoulder that he flinched and tried to drag his injured body away from my presence. Jakob was making an indescribable noise, like a wounded animal as he tried to gather enough strength to get away from me. I was in a state of horror and shock as I watched him clawing at the pavement, trying to make his getaway. He was bleeding badly from his ass, and had cuts and scratches, and what looked to me to be teeth marks all over his back and legs. I wanted to cry at the sight of him. I wanted to hold him and protect him. I snapped out of my daze. "Jakey," I reached for his face and turned his head, making him look at me. "Jakey, it's me Bryan." Jakob stopped clawing his way across the pavement when he looked into my eyes and realized he was safe. I could see his eyes filling up with tears as he stared into my eyes-a pleading look taking over his swollen face. I ran back to my car and popped open the trunk, and dug out a blanket I always kept in the back in case of emergencies. I had never had to use it before. I would never have been prepared to use it for something like this. As I ran back to Jakob, he had managed to position himself so that he was sitting upright, and leaning against the dumpster. He was trembling and sobbing, and trying hard to hide his genitals with his hands when he spotted me approaching him again. "What happened to your clothes, Jakob?" I asked, already coming up with an answer of my own, just by looking at the evidence. I opened up the folded comforter, and gently wrapped it around Jakob. He didn't answer me in words, but instead sobbed uncontrollably. "Jakob, it's okay now. I'm gonna get you some help. Nobody's gonna hurt you now." I lifted his chin gently so that he could see how serious I was. Jakob finally spoke. "Bryan, my ass is tore up!" he cried, and I grabbed him and clutched him to my chest. "Shhh, it's okay, buddy. I'm gonna take you to the hospital, and you're gonna be okay." "NO!" Jakob swiftly pushed me away from him, and began clawing his way at the pavement again, trying to hold on to the comforter I had wrapped around him at the same time. "I ain't goin' to the hospital! Nobody can see me like this!" Jakob was bawling by this time, and in all honesty I was too. "Jakob!" I yelled at him while I grabbed him by the shoulders, but he was still trying to get away from me. "JAKOB!" I shook him this time, and he sucked in a deep breath and looked straight at me. "Jakob, you're hurt! I have to get you to a doctor!" I pleaded with him, but he was shaking his head at me the whole time. "No! No, Bryan please! You can't let anybody see me like this!" He was begging and pleading with me, and my heart ached for him. I didn't know what to do. I was torn. I knew that he needed medical attention in a big time way, but I wanted to take him home and take care of him myself. "Jakob." I started, but Jakob just looked at me with his pleading eyes. "Please, Bry. Please." His lips were quivering. "Okay, kid." I resigned, unsure that it was the right decision, and he sunk into my arms again burying his face in my chest. I quietly played with his hair until it sounded like he was finished crying, and I gently lifted him up and carried him to my car, and set him down in the front passenger side. Silence was upon us as I peeled out of the alley and headed for home. I looked over to Jakob, and although he had stopped crying, he was shivering, and clutched tightly at the comforter I had given him. I noticed his eye was swelling shut, and his cheek was turning a dark shade of purple. I dragged my eyes off of him and had to consciously keep them on the road, but it was hard. We were about half way to my place when Jakob stretched out and placed his head in my lap to go to sleep. I quietly vowed to destroy whoever was responsible for the condition he was in, with one hand on the steering wheel, and the other gingerly playing with his soiled hair. I thought about how much I loved him. I've yearned for Jakob for about two years. Although I never recognized any homosexual tendencies in myself, that drastically changed the day my kid sister brought Jakob home for dinner and to study. I was absently flipping through channels on the TV when he walked in the front door and took my breath away. He was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen, and the fact that he was young at the time didn't matter to me. I wanted him, even though I had never before considered myself bi or gay. I wanted him in every way imaginable. He was a small little thing-only 5'6" and maybe weighing about 175 lbs., as compared to my 6'3" 200lbs frame. It was his demeanor, and his face and hair that made me take notice. He had beautiful black-almost curly locks that I fantasized running my hands through while I lay on top of him. His baby blue eyes sparkled and were accentuated by the thickest pair of lashes and brows I couldn't imagine until then. His lips were full, and I became extremely aroused as I pictured myself kissing them; fantasizing making love to him; looking into those eyes while being inside of him. When he broke me out of my daze by giving me the most dazzling smile on earth, I knew I would be in love with him forever. We became fast friends that afternoon, and to my delight he pretty much ditched studying with my sister to hang out and shoot the shit with me. I was 23 the day Jakob walked into my life and captured my heart and soul. He was oblivious to any romantic feelings or flirtations that I passed his way. He was lost in innocence, and that made me want him all the more. I eventually moved out into my own place, Jakob would come to watch TV or shoot pool with me, and our friendship continued to grow. I think his parents were concerned with him hanging out with an older guy-I think they were afraid I would get him into trouble or something, but I never really figured out the real reason. Although I never gave up my feelings for Jakob, it was pretty clear to me that he was not interested in me the same way, and I needed to move on. I started dating women heavily-no woman in particular; in fact I rarely had a relationship that lasted over two months. I frequented clubs and bars to pick up one-night-stands, and saw less of Jakob because he wasn't old enough to get in. Although I thought of Jakob constantly, we really drifted apart-our age difference becoming an obstacle for social activities. It was about four months ago when my kid sister called me to tell me Jakob was in the hospital. He was coming home from vacation with his parents when they were hit head-on by a drunk driver on the highway. Jakob's parents were killed instantly, but Jakob managed to live. Ironically it rekindled our friendship, as he had nowhere else to live. He had an older brother that ran away from home about eight years ago, but really showed no intentions of taking Jakob in, for reasons I don't understand. It wasn't even a decision I had to think about. My home was Jakob's home if he wanted it. Jakob was 18 now, and finished school. He was also legal, which meant we could go to clubs and check it all out. I loved going out with Jakob-he would walk into a room and everyone would stop and stare at him. He was hot, and even the men in those places knew it, along with their girlfriends and wives. Jakob remained oblivious and innocent to it all. It wasn't a show; Jakob never considered himself attractive. That seemed to be his way. His innocence and obvious physical beauty were my greatest weakness. I would do anything for Jakob. When we got inside the house I helped Jakob to the bathroom, and drew a bath for him. He stood leaning up against the counter, trembling while he looked at the floor and hugged the now bloodstained comforter around his body. When the tub was full, I had to pry his hands open so that he would let go of the blanket. I could see the fear on his face as I began to expose his damaged body. "It's okay, baby. I ain't gonna hurt you." I whispered as I kissed his forehead. Jakob let go of the comforter, and grabbed me around the waist, holding me tightly. "Don't hurt me." Jakob grunted hoarsely as I softly stroked his back. I kissed his forehead again, hoping to reassure him, and then I slowly broke our embrace and helped him into the bathtub. Jakob looked awkwardly at me, as he again tried to hide his genitals from me, and I took heed and decided to give him privacy. "I'll leave you alone to clean up, Jakey. If you need anything you holler at me, okay? I'll leave the door open." I set a bath towel within reach of him, and made my way out of the room. "Thanks, Bry." I heard Jakob whisper. My alarm clock read 2:36 am when I heard light breathing from behind me. I rolled over and found Jakob lying beside me on my bed on top of the covers, wearing a T-shirt and flannel pajama bottoms. He was lying on his side facing me, and was curled in the fetal position with the tip of his thumb resting between his full lips. My heart leapt into my throat at the sight of him. I carefully pulled the covers from beneath him, and managed to get them over his body. I knew he must have been exhausted emotionally and physically-he didn't even flinch when I moved him. I watched him sleep for what felt like hours-admiring his peacefulness. Even beaten up and bruised, he was breathtakingly beautiful, and I wondered in my head how he could not see how beautiful he was. I pushed back Jakob's hair, and kissed him tenderly on the forehead. I kissed him again, only this time on his bruised cheek, and then again on his nose before I rolled back over to face the other way. A few moments later I felt Jakob wrap his arms around my stomach and snuggle up against my back. I rested one of my hands on top of his and I fell asleep with Jakob pressed up against my back.