Date: Sun, 21 Jul 2002 18:10:49 -0000
From: shakes d <shakes003@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Taking of Jakob (Part 11)--Beginnings

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I want to dedicate this chapter to my new friend "Mr. Broadway", we'll call
him. He knows who he is. I just want you to know I wouldn't have been able
to continue with this story if you hadn't come along. It's a long, hard
road-so here's to lots of laughter, and lots of love, and to all those
hopes and dreams. God Bless!

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	'Risky Business'-a somewhat lame movie of the 80's, as I
remember. Christ, I think I was in my early teens the first time I seen the
damned thing, but the memories of that movie came flooding upon me as I hid
behind the door of the entertainment room of our basement, and watched
Jakob dancing around to the music, wearing nothing but his underwear.
Jakob is what I would refer to as a "Rock 'n' Roll" kid.  He likes his
music hard, and he likes his music loud. Too loud. I don't consider myself
an old man yet, but my days of blaring music are somewhat behind me. Not
Jakob, however. Many times I would come home to the sound of screeching
guitars and booming drums coming from the stereo-ask Jakob to turn it down
100 decibels, and have him looking at me without a clue. I would have
better luck sending him the message telepathically, than him being able to
hear me over his 'Metallica' CD.

	It was hard to keep from flailing on the floor in a fit of
laughter. Jakob was in his own world as he spun and grooved to his
music. If I weren't so goddamned in love with him, I would have stopped my
giggling and smiling long enough to realize he wasn't too bad of a
dancer. I watched him jump around on the furniture, and around the room for
two songs. He finally walked over to the stereo and started fiddling with
his CDs when I quietly entered the room.

	Jakob put in a different CD, pushed play as I wrapped my arms
around him, and ground my body up against his. The first song selection
boomed, as he practically jumped out of his skin, and hit his head on the
entertainment center as he spun around to see who it was. I was laughing
uncontrollably by this point, and had to sit on the arm of the couch to
keep from falling. Jakob scowled at me before he turned off the stereo.

	"Asshole, how long have you been home?" Jakob playfully slapped my
shoulder before he wedged himself between my legs and kissed my cheek. I
inhaled the scent of him, and absently ran my hands up and down his smooth
back--enjoying how soft he felt in my hands.

	"Long enough." I smirked, and Jakob turned an interesting shade of
red.

	"Pervert." He scowled playfully while my hands moved from his back
and were now rubbing and kneading his ass. I leaned my head forward and
pressed it against his chest.

	"You're really hot, Bryan."

	"Mmmm...Thank you, baby. You're not so bad, yourself." I
giggled. Jakob yanked my head upward by my hair so that I would look at
him. He wasn't smiling.

	"I'm serious, Bryan. You're burnin' up." Jakob's hand suddenly was
pressed against my forehead. "You're home from work early. Are you okay?"

	"Mmmm hmm. My stomach was bothering me, so I left a little bit
early. Mark said he'd cover for me."

	"That's like the third time in a month, Bry. You should go see
Polack."

	There was something about being babied and pampered by Jakob, that
I jokingly thought to myself could turn me into a hypochondriac. He ran his
fingers through my hair, and kissed my head between moments of rubbing his
face against it. It was probably selfish, but I lapped it up at the
moment. We were so close-the bond between us was unbreakable. So much had
happened, and all of it brought us closer together. So many people say that
everything happens for a reason-everything. I was almost ashamed that so
many horrible things had brought so much happiness to my life. Jakob
endured so much, and in a way it was all for me. I shuddered.

	"Bryan? You okay?" Jakob again kissed me softly on the top of my
head.

	"I'm okay, baby." I mumbled while I rubbed my face against his bare
chest. "I think I ate something bad, that's all. No need to be up
Dr. Polack's ass for my stupidity." This was true. My doctor could open a
practice just seeing me if I bothered him every time I got an upset stomach
from eating take-out. I've always had a sensitive stomach. I generally made
my own lunch, but truth be known, I was a fast-food junkie. All too often
at lunch we'd go out and pick something up at one of the surrounding
fast-food joints.

	"Hold on a sec. I'll get you some Tylenol." I could hear Jakob's
feet pounding the stairs as he ran up to get me some Tylenol from the
medicine cabinet of the bathroom. I slowly stood up, approached the stereo,
and slipped in my 'Diana Krall' CD. A little more soft, and a lot more
romantic than that heavy rock. Don't get me wrong, I like rock music
too-but I wasn't in the mood to have my head pounding from outside
forces. My head was doing that quite well on its own.

	As the smooth sound of her voice began to fill the room, I felt
Jakob touch my shoulder. I turned around and he handed me a couple of
Tylenol tabs and a glass of water. I kissed his cheek softly in thanks, and
took the Tylenol and the entire glass of water. He watched me carefully
until I was finished, and then set the empty glass down for me on the
coffee table. We seemed to lean into each other at that point-wrapping our
arms around each other. The next thing I knew we were both swaying back and
forth to the music.

	After being together for five years, one would think our sex life
would simmer down a little. It never did. I don't know if that had to do
with Jakob's youth, or maybe I just had a high sex drive-maybe a little of
both. I can't count how many times I've made love to Jakob, but he still
remained quite shy after all this time, and each time together was as
exciting as the first. About a month ago we were on the kitchen table ready
to fuck each other's brains out. He came before I even had the chance to
touch his cock or to enter him. He was famous for one of those about every
month. He apologized profusely for it. I was so fucking turned on by it, I
couldn't even see straight. Thus, was our life together.

	It took all of five minutes before my clothes and underwear was
scattered across the floor. Jakob's boxer-briefs were around his ankles
while we were slowly swaying to the soft music. My cock was hard-it was
difficult not to have an erection around Jakob-and was rubbing against
Jakob's smooth body. I looked down while Jakob was nursing on one of my
nipples, and found that he was hard too. After he had stepped out of his
skivvies, we made our way slowly over to the couch.

	It was one of our more memorable bouts of lovemaking (which is why
I'm writing about it)-partly due to the fact that there was no sucking or
fucking involved. It was the first time Jakob had ever cradled me-not for
lack of wanting-the opportunity just never seemed to show itself. I was
afraid of squishing Jakob-there was a notable difference in the size of our
bodies-but as I rested my body between his legs, and lay my head on his
chest, I forgot about the worry. It felt so damned good to be held like
this. It was as if he was protecting me from something neither of us could
see. He played with my hair, and kissed my head while his hands roamed over
my arms, shoulders, and back. It wasn't long before the both of us were
lost in a blissful slumber.

	My eyes focused on the dabble of sunlight that was sneaking it's
way into the room through the small window of the entertainment room. I
lifted my head slightly, but then plopped it back down onto Jakob's soft
and warm chest. His arms and legs were draped around me, and I could feel
his ample manhood underneath my stomach, as I lay in between his legs. We
were wrapped in the comforter that usually lies across the back of the
couch. I figured Jakob must have pulled it down and placed it over us-I
couldn't remember doing it myself.

	I was still feeling a bit queasy, and vaguely ran down a list in my
head of all the meals I had eaten in the past week that may have caused me
to feel so shitty. I was aimlessly organizing the meals into some sort of
order, when I lost track and became more interested in the sound of Jakob's
heart as it pounded into my ear, which was laid strategically over top of
it.  His heartbeat was powerful--the "lub-dub" of it was hypnotic. I was
dozing off again when I felt Jakob shift beneath me.

	"What time is it?" Jakob was mumbling so badly, it took me a couple
of tries before I figured out what he was asking me.

	"Dunno." I mumbled back, pressed my face into his chest, and
yawned.

	Jakob seemed to follow my lazy pace. His arms and legs unraveled
from around me and stretched out in all directions as his back arched
mightily. Finally, Jakob took the biggest yawn of his life. The force of
him inhaling so deeply caused me to move with his body. When he forced this
breath out, my body sunk quickly with his, and before I could get
comfortable again, Jakob was having another yawn. I felt as though I were
on a rocking ship. I chuckled lightly, and started tickling Jakob under his
arms.

	"NO!" Jakob hollered in response before bursting into a fit of
laughter. I debated whether to wrestle him onto the floor, but my stomach
was acting up again from the mild activity that just took place. I frowned
in spite of myself before plopping my head back onto Jakob's chest. He was
rubbing my shoulders.

	"Still not feeling good?"

	I shook my head in response.

	"You didn't wake up once. It was early. You slept right through."
Jakob kissed the top of my head.

	We lay for awhile on the couch not saying anything. I debated
silently whether to doze off again when the doorbell rang.

	"Ughhh..." I moaned. "I'll pay you twenty bucks to go and get
that."

	Jakob chuckled as he wiggled out from underneath me, and rummaged
through the clothes that were strewn across the room the night before. He
slipped into his boxer-briefs, and then stepped into my clothes that made
him look like a throwback from the movie "Honey, I Shrunk the Kids". I
snickered as I wrapped the comforter around me, and was getting ready to
fall back asleep on the couch.

	"Shadap!" Jakob whined before he hobbled upstairs in clothes that
were way too big for him.

	I could hear voices from upstairs as I closed my eyes. I was
somewhere in between wake and sleep, and the voices were becoming apart of
a dream for me. Of course the dream was going to be centered on Jakob-I
could already see him pulling up on my pants that were too big for him,
trying to keep them from falling down. The dream shifted, and I was
suddenly upstairs trying to get Jakob out of those pants. There was someone
there but hell, I never minded an audience before. Who was that other
person? I turned around in my dream to see whom the familiar voice belonged
to, but I was distracted. There was something soft on my lips...

	My eyes jolted open, and I was startled to see Jakob on top of me,
giving me a soft kiss. He pulled up from the kiss, and looked at me
worriedly.

	"It's mom." He whispered before he gave me another soft peck on the
lips. I turned my head to look up and over the back of the couch to find my
mother looking down on me with the same expression that Jakob was wearing
on his face. I sighed, and closed my eyes.

	"Jakob said you had to leave work early again yesterday." I felt my
mom's hand on my forehead. "Bryan, you've got a fever. Jakob, sweetie, go
get a nice cold glass of water for Bryan, would you please?"

	"Mom, why are you here bossing my Jakob around for?"

	"Please, Jakob." My mom ignored my question, and Jakob scurried up
off of me, and then went upstairs for the glass of water.

	"Don't start. Please." I looked at my mother wearily and
groaned. She shook her head at me and came over to the other side of the
couch.

	"When are you going to start taking better care of yourself?" I
opened my mouth to answer, but then figured the question was mostly
rhetorical, and that it didn't require an answer. I shrugged and closed my
eyes.

	"Bryan, I'm serious." My mother's voice was stern, and I looked at
her and realized her face was as well. "You're not a bachelor anymore. You
have another person to think about. It's time to get with the program, and
start living better."

	I nodded my understanding just as Jakob came down the stairs with a
glass of water for me. I could feel my own face lighting up-he was a sight
to behold. The thought of him wearing my clothes was definitely doing
something for me. My grin was getting broader.

	"Mmmm...look at him mom. He's so cute, do you think I can keep
him?" Jakob's face turned crimson, and my mom kissed me on the forehead.

	"Yes, you may." My mom played around with me. Jakob approached me
and I sat up in the couch as he handed me the glass of water and a couple
of Tylenol's. He sat beside me and rested his head on my shoulder as I
swallowed the Tylenol and water. My mother was ready to go.

	"Alright, I see everything is under control here. I brought some
soup, Bryan. It'll be in the fridge. I'm sure Jakob can heat it up for you
when you're ready to eat." She leaned over and gave me another kiss on the
forehead. She then gave Jakob a kiss, as well.

	"Jakob, I want you to phone his doctor and make an
appointment. Make sure he eats."

	"Mom, I don't need to see the doctor. It's just food poisoning."

	"Enough, Bryan!" My mom had a loud voice when she was mad. I
stopped arguing, and nodded slightly.

	"I'll phone, don't worry, mum." Jakob reassured her.

	She nodded, and looked thoughtfully for a moment. She headed for
the stairs, and Jakob jumped up and followed. I could hear them talking
quietly upstairs by the door, and realized my mother was right-I didn't
really take very good care of myself. I ate like I had a cast-iron stomach,
and it was a wonder I didn't weigh 500 pounds except that I did
exercise. That was probably the only healthy thing I did for myself. My
poor stomach-all the garbage I put into it. My stomach gave me a pang of
acknowledgement. I knew I'd be in the can soon, regretting those hamburgers
I ate a few days ago. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes--waiting for
the pain to pass. It didn't.

	"Okay, I called Dr. Polack. You gotta nine o'clock appointment day
after tomorrow." Jakob announced as he was descending the stairs. He looked
at me and his jaw dropped.

	"Bryan? Jesus, are you okay?"

	I didn't have a chance to answer. I leaped from the couch and ran
for the bathroom. Well, we won't go into details here-I'm sure everyone
knows what it's like when your body processes food that shouldn't have been
ingested in the first place. My body was on fire, and I was thankful the
sink was beside the toilet. I turned on the cold water and splashed my body
with it during the whole ordeal. My ass was burning for probably twenty
minutes. When I was finished my "business", I couldn't stand the feeling. I
flushed twice and started the shower. There was a quiet knock on the door,
but I ignored it. I sat down in the shower, and let the lukewarm water wash
over my body.  I sat with my knees bent, and I rested my head on my knees
and wrapped my arms around my legs. I could have fallen asleep again,
except I felt a light breeze flow, and it caused me to shiver a bit. I
reached over to the faucet to turn the temperature of the water warmer, but
Jakob's hand was already over it. I started to say 'thanks' when I felt him
slide behind me.

	"No offense, kid. You're sexy as hell and all, but I'm just not in
the mood right now." I tried to be funny and hide how shitty I felt, but
Jakob was too smart for that old trick.

	"Shhh..." He whispered in my ear. "Just let me hold you." And so he
did. I leaned my back against him, and let my head rest on his shoulder.
Jakob's arms and legs were wrapped around me again, and the feeling was
soothing. I felt better. He was gently rubbing my stomach, and softly
kissed my face, which added to my relief. I was thankful for the large hot
water tank. We sat on the floor of the shower for close to an hour before
the hot water ran out.