Date: Sat, 6 Apr 2002 18:19:34 -0000 From: shakes d Subject: The Taking of Jakob (Part 5)--Beginnings **** This work is copyrighted by the author and may not be reproduced in any form without the specific written permission of the author-yadda yadda. It is assigned to the Nifty Archives under the terms of their submission agreement and may not be copied or archived on any other site without the written permission of the author-that being me, people DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to those living or dead is not intentional, and is completely coincidental. All feedback is appreciated-send your thoughts and feelings to shakes003@hotmail.com, and I'll do my best to get back to ya! Peace, out folks! **** The wind had really picked up speed when I dropped a twenty to the cab driver, and painfully eased my way out of the car. The wind froze my ears as it howled and kicked up the snow that had fallen during the past 3 days. I fumbled needlessly in my pockets searching for my keys, when I remembered that Jakob had taken them from me. I looked down the walkway leading to my front door and it seemed miles long. I was petrified of what waited for me on the other side. I battled the wind and snow, making my way to the door. I grasped the doorknob half expecting it not to turn, and felt almost sick when I found that it did. For a brief moment I considered running back down the walkway to see if I could catch up with the cab that had just pulled away from the house, but a blast of February wind through my thin leather jacket made me reconsider. I opened the door and stepped inside. The rush of warmth that hit me felt out of place. I was half expecting the inside to be coated with a thin sheet of ice, but it wasn't. I could hear the crackling of the fireplace just above the stairs, but other than that, the house was dead silent. Still shivering from the cold, I slipped out of my shoes, but opted to keep my leather jacket on until I had more time to warm up. I quietly eased my way up the stairs. As I looked over the railing I could see Jakob on the rug in front of the fire, polishing off the bottle of whiskey he had cracked open months previous while he was out on the deck. He looked as though he had just stepped out of the shower-he was wearing his terry bathrobe, and his hair was wet and dripping onto his shoulders. He brought the bottle to his lips and took a long swallow from it. I finished climbing the stairs and entered the room nervously. Jakob looked up at me in disgust. "Well, lookit here folks. It's Hugh Hefner." He muttered bitterly, and took a huge gulp out of the bottle. "I thought happy hour wasn't until three?" I said full of sarcasm and disappointment. I didn't like it when Jakob drank like that-it wasn't him. He didn't need alcohol. He was too young to be chugging whiskey like some middle-aged drunk. He was too good. "Go fuck yourself." He hissed and took another drink to spite me. I sat across from him on the sofa, and looked long and hard at him. "Okay, I deserve that after last night. Let's have it, kid. Let's get it over with. Gimme what you got." I was hoping Jakob would be his forgiving self, and let me have it easy. If not that, then to make the punishment as quick and painless as possible, but he only shook his head in disgust and looked away from me and into the fire. This wasn't going to be easy. We sat in silence for an hour, while Jakob worked on the bottle of whiskey. I didn't know what to say to him. I sat like the asshole I knew that I was, and watched him inebriate himself. The silence was torture. I couldn't take the silence. I couldn't take him hating me. "Jakob. I'm sorry. I don't know what you want me to say. Whatever it is, tell me and I'll say it. Jakob, please..." "What does it matter what I think anyways?" Jakob interrupted my pleading. "It's a free country, Bryan. You can do whatever the hell you feel like. I don't care." "If you really feel that way, kid why are you pissed at me?" Jakob didn't answer. He only brought the bottle to his lips, and downed more whiskey. 'He shouldn't be drinking like that.' I said to myself. I felt my body stiffen. "Stop it, Jakob." I commanded under my breath. "What?" Jakob was incredulous. "You heard me." I spoke louder-more forceful. "Put down that bottle. I'm sick of watching you acting like a drunk." "HA!" Jakob burst out loud as he stood up, and I almost shook from the spitefulness in his tone. "If I recall last night correctly, you ain't my mother. That is what you said, is it not Bryan? Why don't you go fuck yourself?" Jakob's eyes were welling up with tears, and I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to hold him, and make him believe how sorry I was. I knew I was an ass the night before, but somehow if I could hold him, I knew everything would be okay. I eased my way off of the couch and took a step towards Jakob. "Jakey, give me the bottle." I said softly, and tried to take it from him. "No." Jakob moved his arm away from my grasp, so that I could not retrieve the bottle from him, and in the process the bottle slipped out of his hand, onto the rug in front of the fireplace. Amazingly it didn't break, but the rest of the bottle's contents were splattered on the rug and the carpet beneath. "Grand." I commented sourly as I watched where the whiskey had traveled. 'That better not be a bitch to clean up.' I commented to myself, and looked at Jakob who seemed to be in a daze as he watched the glass of the bottle shine from the light of the fire. Jakob shoved his hand through his still-damp hair, and let out a sigh. He stepped away from the fireplace and my body followed-my back now facing the warmth of the fire. "Did you fuck her?" His face was expressionless, as was his voice. "Does it matter?" Jakob shrugged. "I don't know." "Jakob, what do you see happening between us?" I'm not sure what made me ask him the question, but I realized at that moment, it was imperative to ask. What was happening between us? We had been good friends-buddies for more than two years and since the rape, I could feel the relationship changing. I had always had sexual feelings for Jakob-I've admitted that to myself since the day we met, but lately it seemed to me that Jakob was acting as if he had the same attraction for me. I needed to know. "What are we, Jakob?" Jakob's face registered a mixture of confusion and fear when he looked into my eyes, but he said nothing. He turned slowly to walk away, and I knew I couldn't let him end the conversation like this. I went to grab his arm to turn him around to face me, but he moved it away. "Don't touch me." He mumbled. I moved to grab him again, and my life was changed forever. "I SAID KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF ME!" Jakob caught me completely off guard as his voice boomed throughout the house. With an instinct born of rage and self-defense, Jakob wheeled around, planted one of his hands in the center of my chest, and shoved me away from him. I staggered back a couple of steps from the force of his blow, and stumbled backwards. Jakob's face changed from a look of sheer rage, to an expression of horror. "BRYAN!" Jakob yelled my name, and tried to grab onto me, but I stumbled backwards into the fireplace. My body didn't register anything at first except the sound of Jakob's hysterics as my back slammed down across the stone bottom of the fireplace, and my arm pushed past the wire curtain that contained the fire. The arm of my leather jacket was covered in flames and I was too stunned to move, even when I started to feel the heat on my hand and arm. "OH, GOD. BRYAN!" Jakob was rolling me away from the fire. I saw flames licking away at the arm of my jacket, and Jakob practically tore off his bathrobe, and was trying to put the fire out with it. He was bawling by this point, and I lay on the rug, looking up at the ceiling feeling detached. I could feel him pulling off my jacket, practically ripping the shirt I was wearing, off along with it. He smothered the flames from the jacket out with his bathrobe before turning to see if my arm was still on fire. He was sobbing. "Bryan..." The tears were running down his face like streams as he carefully, and gently inspected my hand and arm that had been in the fire. It looked as though it had been scalded, but incredibly nothing more. My mind was starting to think more clearly. Jakob looked up at me, and pushed my hair away from my face-tears dripping on me as he leaned over me to do so. "Bryan, I'm sorry." He sobbed uncontrollably. "Bryan, please...I'm sorry, Bryan. I'm sorry." Jakob was repeating his apology over and over like a chant. He collapsed his body on top of mine, burying his head into my neck while his hands still played with my hair. My heart was racing from the scare-my breathing was rapid. Jakob continued to chant his apology-running his hands through my hair, soaking my neck and shoulders with tears. "It...it's okay, Jakob. I'm okay." I croaked, suddenly aware of the extremely arousing position we were in. Jakob was clad only in a pair of boxer briefs, and he was laying in between my legs-his bare chest pressed up against mine which happened to be bare too, from him grabbing at my shirt while he was pulling off my jacket. I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck where he had his face pressed, and I could feel the tickle of his tears as they rolled off of my neck and shoulders to the rug beneath me. "Jakob..." I whispered into his ear, and he lifted himself to look at me. His eyes were red and wet, his face flushed, and his mouth was open slightly-his beautiful lips appeared swollen and very inviting. I brought a finger up to touch his lips, and Jakob moved his hands to caress both sides of my face. I'm not sure who really initiated the contact, but our lips embraced in a tender kiss. My heart was pounding in my ears, and I clutched Jakob's near-naked body to me. I broke our first kiss, and moved to sit upright-Jakob's movements allowing me to do so. I sat for a long time not doing anything but staring at my beautiful friend-trying to comprehend what had just happened. We had kissed-not just me kissing him. He had returned my kiss. His baby blues were moist, and searching my eyes for answers. I stared at him, and then pulled my shirt completely off. Jakob looked at me with a frightened expression, and then he was on his knees in between my legs, wrapping his arms around my neck, pressing his lips against mine. My hands were raking up and down his naked back-gathering him to me, and his breaths were coming out in short gasps. When my hands slid all the way from the small of his back up to cradle his head, he opened his mouth slightly to let out a moan. I thrust my tongue in his mouth and pushed his head closer to mine so that he couldn't break away from the kiss. He whimpered slightly, but did not resist. My cock was now aching for him. I wanted to be inside of him. I wanted to give him everything that I had, and everything that I was. I pushed him onto the floor, and covered his body with mine-never breaking the dance our tongues were so deeply involved in. Jakob shoved his fists in my hair and was tugging passionately while my mouth devoured his-my tongue exploring every soft crevice inside of his mouth. My hands were holding him by the side of his ribs, my thumbs just reaching out enough to massage his nipples. They were staring at me-I could almost hear them call my name, begging for attention. I tore my mouth away from Jakob's, and stared deep into his eyes. He was still whimpering. "Shhhhh..." I whispered as I gave him a soft kiss on his cheek. I moved my body down on his, and gently stuck my tongue out to touch one of his pink nodes. Jakob groaned with a passion I had never heard from him before in my life. My cock went rock hard, my pulse rapid. I covered his erect nipple with my mouth-licking and sucking it-teasing it with my teeth before moving to the other one. Jakob's back was arched high-pressing his beautiful chest into my face, begging me for more. I could feel his organ-hard and pressing up against the inside of my thigh. I moved my scalded hand down to his member-massaging and caressing it through the thin material of his underwear. I wanted to feel its strength in my hand. "Bryan..." Jakob was trembling terribly by this point, and I broke my ministrations on his body to see if he was okay. His eyes were wide with fear, and he was breathing hard and fast. The look on his face was familiar, and it felt as though someone were reaching down my throat, and tearing at my heart. I knew that face. "Baby..." I started, and pushed Jakob's hair back, trying to soothe him. His body was trembling badly. "Oh, God Bryan. Please don't hurt me." Jakob begged before breaking into tears again. I ached. I wanted him so bad, but not if it would cause him fear or pain. I could feel my eyes burning. "My, God. What did he do to you, baby? What did he do?" I looked at him full of emotion, and he rolled away from me on his side. I felt rejected at first, but so full of love for this young man that lay next to me. I got up from the rug, and headed towards my bedroom. I grabbed and tugged the comforter that covered my bed, and returned to Jakob with it in my arms. He turned his head to look at me, his face registering confusion. "You...you..." He stopped as I wrapped the comforter around my shoulders, eased myself onto my knees on the rug beneath Jakob, and stretched out behind him-wrapping my arms along with the blanket, around his body. "You...still...want...to...be...with...me?" Jakob's sobs were racking his body, and it was difficult for him to speak. I pulled him closer to me-laying my leg over top of both of his, and kissed his neck passionately. "I love you Jakob. I want to be with you, but I don't want to ever hurt you. It's your show, baby. Whatever you think you're ready for, I'll be here. We don't have to do anything until you say it's okay. If that never happens, I'll still be here. I love you." I repeated, and kissed his shoulders, his neck, the back of his hair, and his cheek and ear. We lay until dark, not saying a word-just lying there. I wrapped his hands in mine as I pulled him even closer to me. The fire had long since died out when we both drifted off to sleep-the feel of his back against my chest and stomach-the feel of his warm cheek against my own.