Date: Tue, 27 May 2014 20:01:13 -0600
From: J Daly Matthews <shakes003@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Taking of Jakob (Revisited) Part 5

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      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 away. 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 almost felt 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 trying to numb his pain. 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.

      "Hey lookit! 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 blurted out
sarcastically, but then regretted it.

      I deserved whatever was coming for the way I treated him, but I
couldn't stand to see Jakob belligerent and drunk. It just 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 back and took another drink to spite
me.

      I eased my way further into the room and sat across from him on the
sofa, looking long and hard at him.

      "Okay, fine. 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 was going to be anything but easy. I knew I might have
ruined everything including our friendship.

      We sat in silence for an hour, while Jakob worked on the liquor. I
didn't know what to say to him at that point. 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.

      "What your other friends think seems to be more important. 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, then why are you so pissed at me?"

      Jakob didn't answer. He only brought the bottle to his lips, and
downed more whiskey. I couldn't handle seeing him act that way. I couldn't
stand seeing him take another sip from the bottle. I told myself that he
shouldn't be drinking the way that he was, and 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 can't sit here and watch you act like a drunk. Put it down."

      "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 just go and fuck yourself?"

      Jakob's eyes were welling up with tears, and I couldn't take it
anymore. I knew that I hurt him and I wanted to hold him, and make him
believe how sorry that I was. I knew I was an ass the night before, but
somehow if I could just 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.

      "Great." I sighed sourly as I watched where the whiskey had traveled.

      I 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 damp hair, and let out a deep breath. He stepped away from the
fireplace, and my body followed; my back facing the warmth of the fire.

      "Did you...did you fuck her?" He wouldn't look at me, and it was like
his voice came from nowhere. It was expressionless. His face registered
nothing.

      "Does it really matter to you?" I was tired of the mixed signals. I
had to know and it was now or never.

      Jakob shrugged. "I don't know."

      His answer infuriated me. I was only getting more mixed messages.

      "Jakob, what do you see happening between us?"

      I was sick of the games; tired of walking on egg shells. I knew how I
felt about him, and I was becoming aware of the possibility that he may
have shared some of those feelings. What was happening between us? We had
been good friends; best friends for more than two years and since the rape,
things were changing drastically. 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 slowly looked at me and his face registered a mixture of
confusion and fear when his eyes met mine. Still, he said nothing. He
turned slowly to walk away, and I knew that I couldn't let him end the
conversation like this. I moved to grab his arm to turn him around to face
me, but he pulled it away.

      "Don't touch me." He mumbled and turned away again. I moved to grab
his arm again, and my life was changed forever.

      "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!"

       I could hear Jakob yelling my name as he tried to grab onto me, but
I stumbled hard 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 slate hearth, 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
bloody stunned to move, even when I started to feel the heat on my hand and
arm.

      "Oh my God! Bryan!"

       Jakob was rolling me away from the fire. I saw flames licking away
at the arm of my jacket, and Jakob tore off his bathrobe to smother out the
flames. He was bawling by this point, and I lay on the rug, looking up at
the ceiling feeling a strange sense of detachment. I could feel him pulling
at my jacket and shirt; ripping both of them off. He finally had smothered
the remaining 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 as he carefully and gently
inspected my hand and arm that had been in the fire. I looked over and was
stunned to see that it looked like had been scalded, but incredibly nothing
more. My mind was starting to think more clearly. Jakob looked down 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 so 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...its okay, Jakob. I'm okay." I croaked, suddenly aware of the
extremely arousing position we were in.

       Jakob was completely naked, and he was lying in between my legs; his
bare chest pressed up against my own. I felt the warmth of his breath on my
neck where he pressed his face and the tickle of his tears as they rolled
off of my neck and shoulders to the rug beneath. Suddenly I could feel it;
the soft lump between his legs that was pressing up against my thigh.

      "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 don't know who really initiated the contact, but our
lips embraced in a tender kiss.

      My heart was pounding in my ears and I couldn't believe what was
happening. I brought my hands up to touch his face; to make sure that it
was really him. His lips were soft as I touched them with mine. His breath
was warm and sweet on my face. I broke our kiss, and moved to sit upright;
Jakob moving with me. I sat trying to comprehend what was going on. 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, my eyes lingering over his beautiful body, unclothed and
unashamed. I had to be closer to him. My hand slowly slid down from his
face to his neck with my eyes following. My hand trailed down his chest,
down to his abdomen. His cock wasn't hard, but I could tell it was reacting
to our position. I looked back up into Jakob's eyes and Jakob looked back
at me with a frightened expression. I opened my mouth to say something to
soothe his fears, when suddenly he was on his knees in between my legs,
wrapping his arms around my neck, pressing his lips against mine.

      My hands raked 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 tasted a hint of
whiskey. When I felt Jakob's tongue begin to move against mine, I pushed
his head closer to mine so that he couldn't break away from the kiss. I
felt rather than heard him whimper, but he didn't resist.

      My cock was aching and pressing uncomfortably against the zipper of
my pants. I eased a hand down to pop open the button before tearing apart
the fly. I wanted to be inside of him. I had wanted it for so long that it
was almost all that I thought about. 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, my mouth still drinking of his.

      Jakob shoved his fists in my hair and was tugging passionately while
my mouth devoured his. My tongue began 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 peaked and turned
hard as I rubbed and fondled them. I tore my mouth away from Jakob's, and
stared deep into his eyes. He was still whimpering.

      "Shhhhh..." I whispered as I kissed his cheek softly.

      I moved my body down on his, and gently stuck my tongue out to touch
a nipple.  Jakob groaned with a passion I had never heard from him
before. The sound caused my cock to leak a drop of precum and my pulse
became 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, as if to beg me
for more. I moved up and my mouth claimed his once more.

      I could feel his cock; hard and pressing up against the inside of my
thigh. I moved my blistered hand down and pulled down on my pants before
thrusting my brief-clad erection against his. His hands let go of my hair
and his arms fell limply to his sides before he cried into my mouth. I
moved my hand to his member-massaging and caressing it, still not believing
what was really happening. I was finally making love to him. I had longed
for this moment for so long.

      I moved my hand down to his balls, and gently squeezed his sac before
my hand found his rigid cock again. I began to stroke him earnestly. All I
cared about at that moment was the feel of him in my hand and I wanted to
make him cum for me.

      "Bryan..."

       Jakob was trembling terribly by this point, and I didn't understand
what was happening until I looked into his eyes. I instantly broke my
ministrations. 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 was
reaching down my throat and pulling out my heart. I knew that face. I knew
that face more than I knew my own. I had lost control and was pushing him
further than he wanted to go. I hated myself for it, but I couldn't have
stopped it. Not until I saw his face.

      "Jakey?" I started, and pushed Jakob's hair back, trying to ease him.
His body was trembling badly. He was completely terrified of me.

      "Oh, God! Bryan. Please don't hurt me." Jakob begged before breaking
into tears.

      I ached. I realized then just how much he meant to me and I wanted
him so bad, but I knew I could never be with him if it would cause him fear
or pain. I could feel my eyes burning.

      "I'm so sorry, baby. I'm so sorry." I whispered.

      I looked at him full of emotion, and he rolled away from me onto his
side. I was terrified that he hated me for going too far. I felt rejected
at first, but realized that I had forced him to. How could I be so
insensitive about this after what happened to him? At that moment, I was so
full of love for the young man that lay next to me.

       I quickly got up from the rug, pulled up on my khakis 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 to 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?
Y...you...aren't...mad...at...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.

      "Mad at you? My God, Jakob I love you. I won't ever hurt you like he
did. I want to be with you but...it's your show. Whatever you're ready for,
I'll be here. We don't ever have to do anything unless you say its okay and
if that never happens, I'll still be here with you. I love you so much." I
repeated, and kissed his shoulder.

      He looked at me in confusion and he shook his head wordlessly before
turning his head away. I kissed his neck and the back of his hair, finally
stopping at his cheek.

      We lay until dark, not saying a word, just lying there.  I wrapped
his hands in mine as I pulled him as close as I could 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 abdomen-the feel of his warm cheek against my own.