Date: Mon, 7 Oct 2002 01:12:31 -0000
From: shakes <shakes003@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Taking of Jakob (Part 14)--Beginnings

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I would like to dedicate this chapter to my friend Connor. True love exists
out there--real love. Even though things appear hopeless in the dead of
night, don't stop believing in love, and especially yourself. You're never
alone.

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Weeks had past and life was unbearable without Jakob. I could feel my
health status deteriorating, not really certain whether it was the cancer,
or just the fact that nothing had meaning for me anymore. Jakob seemed to
disappear, like an amazing dream that gets interrupted and you can never
get back to it after you've woken up. I showed up at his work on a number
of occasions and at different times. Not a sign. My days were spent numbly
going through the routine of the shop, and the idle chiding of a building
full of overgrown boys that lived the lives of men. The nights were long
and painful-struggling to find sleep through tears with my nose shoved into
Jakob's pillow-his scent ingrained on it and my memory.

About a month had passed and I was on a week's sick leave from work. I had
successfully been able to avoid everyone and everything in my life, and
almost forgot there was a world outside of my own when I heard the doorbell
ring. I lay in a stupor, hoping whoever it was would just go away, but no
such luck. The doorbell rang twice more before I painfully rolled out from
under the covers of the bed, and slowly walked to the door while trying to
breathe through the cramps that I was having in my belly at the moment. I
was half dressed in pajamas, half-alive, and half a man when I opened the
door to find my mother gasping at my appearance. She shoved her way through
the partially open door, and slammed it shut behind her-never taking her
eyes off of me.

"Bryan..." was all she could choke out before she slapped me hard across
the face. I opened my mouth to speak and she slapped me twice more until I
grabbed onto her arms and held them behind her back while she broke down
into tears and leaned against me sobbing.

"How could you? How could you keep this from your family?" Her face was
buried in my shoulder--her arms straining against my grasp. I held onto her
firmly, feeling empty--feeling nothing--the thought not even dawning on me
of where she found out about my condition.

"Why do you always shut people out, Bryan? Why do you always have to keep
everything inside?"

My mother was right, and I knew it. Even as a child, I held everything
in. Even when I had met Jakob, and knew I wanted to spend the rest of my
life loving him and being with him, I never said a word. I looked at my
mother in tears, with the realization finally hitting me. I wasn't going to
make it on my own. I was going to die without help. Death. I let go of my
mother's wrists and stared blankly past her as I slumped to the floor and
cried. My mother was instantly with me-her arms around me, rocking me and
protecting me like she did so long ago after she had found me lost in that
store. She held onto me like only a mother could hold onto a child and I
cried in her arms until there was nothing I could do but stop.

It seemed as though my parents had moved in with me the days
following--they were always there. Without many words, I tried to get my
life back on track with their help, and without Jakob. My father had
rescheduled the doctor appointments I had skipped months previous, and
literally held my hand as I scrambled for enough courage to face the
medical field and it's opinions on a "course of action". My mother had
accompanied us for a couple of the appointments, however became easily
frustrated with the Greek doctors chose to speak and opted to stay behind.

After days of poking and prodding, tests and re-tests, the plan was to
surgically remove the cancer, and then decide from there. Just like
that. It sounded easy enough, although I wasn't fond of the idea of getting
my belly split in two, but it didn't seem as dismal or bleak as I had once
figured the situation.  "Of course there could be some complications, but
I've done this many of times, Mr. Matthews. I don't foresee any
difficulties. You're a young man, to your benefit." The surgeon
explained. We shook hands after the date of the operation was set. We
parted ways.
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"Hey, shithead!" My sister's overly enthusiastic voice was on the other end
of the receiver when I picked up the phone after the eleventh ring.

"Mmmm..." was my usual cheery response to her.

"How ya feelin', Bry?"

"Like..." I began, but stopped. I wasn't really sure of how I was
feeling. I ached physically. I ached for Jakob, but I couldn't say that to
my sister. "I don't know, Jordan. I'm okay."

"Yeah, sure." She replied sourly, unconvinced and I quickly grew weary of
the conversation.

"You seen mom or dad today?" I changed the subject.

"Yeah, they're both home helping me."

"Helping you with what? What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm throwing a party tonight. You know how mom gets all excited
and takes over everything."

I laughed out loud. My mother was an enthusiastic woman who loved to be
involved in anything that was going on. I could picture her eyes sparkling,
and the wheels in her head spinning with ideas as my sister brought up the
idea of throwing a party. I'm sure it took all of three seconds before she
had everything planned out-with or without Jordan's approval.

"Yeah, well you know mom." I chuckled.

"It's at seven. Wear something summery." Jordan instructed.

"Uhhh...I gotta date with my pillow. Count me out." The last thing on earth
I felt like was a party.

"Fuck you, Bryan. You haven't left the fucking house in months except for
doctor's appointments and work. You need to fucking get out and have a
little fun to take your mind off of this shit."

"Do you kiss mom with that mouth?" I asked dryly. The last thing I needed
besides a stupid party was my little sister telling me what I did and
didn't need.

"Pull some shorts out, Bryan. Mom's picking you up in a couple of hours."

"It's fucking freezing outside, Jordan. What the hell do I need with
shorts?"

"It's a beach party!" Jordan sounded like my mom-all excited and full of
energy. It was giving me a headache. "See you in a bit" was all she said
before she hung up the phone.

I sighed in dread as I hung up the phone. This is not what I wanted to
do. I did not want to be in a house full of happy people laughing and
having a good time. I wanted to hide under the covers of my bed--my empty
bed that was full of nothing but reminders of Jakob. That same warm bed
where we made love countless times day and night.

I was trembling and trying hard to hold back the tears as I forced myself
to the bathroom to take a shower. The hot water felt good on my body, but
it still felt so empty and lonely without Jakob. I finally gave up trying
to be strong, sat down in the tub and let the shower pour down on me while
I cried. Jordan was right-I did need to get out. I was going to end up
killing myself with grief. I had my mind made up that I would suffer
through my sister's party to if anything, change the scenery around me. I
slowly eased myself up from the floor of the tub, turned the shower off,
and stepped out of the tub, wrapping myself in a towel.

After I had dried off I stood in front of the mirror staring at myself. I
had lost a bit of weight over this recent struggle, and a couple of day's
worth of stubble covered my face. I let go of the towel around me and let
it fall to the floor as I rubbed my face contemplating whether or not to
shave. I decided not to-actually in truth I became distracted by my hair
and forgot about it. My fingers played with the short brown strands as I
looked into the mirror.

"You're gonna shave, right?" I didn't hear anyone come in, and I just about
jumped out of my own skin at the sound of the voice. I turned around and
stared dumbfounded. Jakob stood at the door clad in a heavy wool sweater
with a white T-shirt showing underneath and a pair of jeans. He was
sporting a new hair cut-his black waves barely noticeable. It was cropped
short and looked kind of messy. He looked so good it was hard for me to
breathe. I wasn't sure if I was even awake at that point. It felt like
dream.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd be home." His blue eyes were piercing
right through me. I didn't know what to say to him, or rather if I could
even speak. It became unbearable to look at him given the current
situation, but it was all that I could do to drag my eyes off of him. I
bowed my head and stared blankly into the sink below.

"Wh...wha...what brings you here?" I was struggling to get the words out of
my mouth.

"I came to get a few of my things," was all he said, and his words crushed
me. I felt my eyes sting, and the sink was becoming blurry as I fumbled to
hide the fact my hands were shaking, by filling the sink up with water.

"I needed some beach wear." Jakob added absently. "You goin' to that thing
of Jordan's?"

I nodded slightly, my chin close to my chest as I slowly began to squirt
shaving cream into my hand and apply it to my face. My hands were shaking
badly as I looked into the mirror and brought my razor to my cheek. I was
about to begin a downward stroke, when Jakob's hand touched the small of my
back.

"Bry, you're gonna cut yourself. Here." He gently took the razor from my
hand, and turned me around with the hand that was on my back, so that I was
facing him. I closed my eyes-either hiding from him or myself, I wasn't
certain at that point, and I felt his gentle movements with the razor on my
skin.

He knew the contours of my face by heart as he went over it with the razor
without pause and without a scratch. With my eyes closed, I silently took
relief in his touch--missing and longing for it for so long. I soon heard
the sound of water draining from the sink, and the brush of his hand
against my cheek. I took a long and deep breath, and let it out slowly
before opening my eyes to look at Jakob.

"You're getting thin." He sniffed as his eyes began to look wet. I nodded
slightly as my fingers traced the pattern that was on Jakob's sweater. It
was as though my hand was out of my control and working by instinct. I felt
detached from it. My eyes went from focussing on the finger of mine that
was playing with his sweater, to those familiar baby blues.

"Is that what you're wearing?" Jakob asked, and I barely understood what he
said-my mind was concentrating on the color of his eyes; the feel of the
wool sweater on my fingertips; the smell of him-a mixture of cologne and
his own personal scent. It suddenly dawned on me that I was completely nude
in front of him. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and a finger
was tracing small swirley patterns on my thigh.

"It's a beach party." I commented absently. I looked down at his hands as
my eyes began to fill up with tears again. My sobs began to rack me as I
fought to keep back the tears. His finger left my skin and I immediately
felt emptiness within. All of my composure left me as I brought one of my
arms to cover my face as I bawled like a baby. I felt his soft hands gently
tugging at my arm. As my arm dropped back to my side to expose my face,
Jakob's lips were pressing against mine-his hands holding my face to his
own. His lips left mine, but his hands remained holding my cheeks. He
looked at me longingly-smudges of my shaving cream near his lips and chin.

He took a deep breath as tears began to fall down his face, and began to
say something but then suddenly stopped. He took a small step away from me,
and peeled off his sweater and T-shirt in one motion and let them drop to
the floor. He timidly moved closer and buried his head into my bare
chest--his arms snaking themselves around my waist, his hands softly
massaging me.

His skin burned against mine-my hands raking up and down his back, hardly
believing that it was actually him pressed up against me. We were both
sobbing and holding on to each other as tightly as we could. My hands left
his back and found themselves in his hair-eluded by the lack of curls, yet
fascinated by the softness of it.

"Oh, God! You feel so good." I gasped into his ear before kissing it. I
clutched on to him tightly as he pressed soft kisses onto my chest. My
knees started to give out, and I knew that I couldn't stand for long. I was
completely overtaken. It had to be a dream.

"Bryan." Jakob whispered softly before his mouth found its way to
mine. "I'm sorry. I love you. I miss you so much. I'm sorry." And we kissed
deeply and passionately-holding on for dear life. The kiss seemed to last
for hours and my legs were trembling so badly, I thought I was going to
fall.

"Jakey, I gotta sit down or I'm gonna fall on you." I hoarsely whispered as
I broke our kiss.

"Are you okay? What's wrong?" Jakob's face registered concern as well as
his voice.

"I thought I'd never see you again." The words burned my lips as I spoke
them. Jakob took my hand and slowly led me to our bedroom. Suddenly all of
my need and fear consumed me. My knees buckled beneath me and I landed with
a thud on our bedroom floor.

"Bry!" Jakob was on his knees with me-his arms wrapped around my neck, his
chest pressed against mine.

"I thought I'd never see you again." I repeated and let the truth of those
words sift through me. Jakob gently urged me backwards so that I was lying,
and covered me with himself-surpassing comfort easing over me. His lips
were pressed against mine, the roughness of the material of his jeans
teasing me where they rubbed. I felt like a child in need of the comforting
embrace of a parent. I didn't need my parents however--I needed Jakob in a
way I hadn't let myself need him. The feeling was foreign and scary, but I
promised myself that I wouldn't shut him out like I had before. Instead, I
called out to him.

"Jakey, make love to me."

Jakob's hands trailed softly from my chest down to my hardening member, and
I gently took his hands and pulled them off of me. Jakob looked at me
confused.

"No, Jakob. Not that. I need you. I need you inside of me."

Jakob looked at me blankly--the reality of what I was asking him to do,
obviously not registering with him yet. I brought one of his hands up to my
lips and kissed it repeatedly as I watched the meaning of my request make
it's way onto Jakob's beautiful face.

"Oh," was all he replied as I let go of his hands, and began to slowly
unbutton his jeans. My hands fumbled slightly, but successfully unfastened
his Levi's. My hands moved beneath the jeans and underwear, over his round
ass, and I squeezed lightly before my hands started to push the garments
down off of his waist and hips, down over his thighs. Jakob rested his head
on my shoulder, and I removed his jeans and shorts fully from him with the
help of my legs and feet.

Jakob was lying motionless on top of me, and I could sense that he was
frightened. I knew that it was a huge change of role for him-being the
giver, or the "top" as opposed to being the "bottom". I knew he was not
comfortable with the role reversal, but I was needy and desperate, and the
only thing that could make me feel right again was for Jakob to take me and
make me his.

"Sweetie...please..." I urged him on. I felt Jakob tense up before he
pushed himself off of me, and scrambled around the now darkened room to
switch on the lamp. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me
carefully, as I remained still laying flat on the floor.

"Bry...you think that's okay? I mean...what about...y'know...you got cancer
and all. Won't it hurt?"

"It's not down there, Jakob. It's gonna hurt anyway and I don't care. I
need you. Please...I'll do anything...please, Jakob." My body was in agony
for his touch, and my desperation must have shown clearly on my face. Jakob
closed his eyes and swallowed hard.

"Jakey..." I whispered as I held my hand out to him. His eyes opened and
met mine, and we stared at each other for a long while before he eased
himself off of the edge of our bed, took my hand, and laid next to me on
the floor-his head on my shoulder and one leg covering my pelvis. I turned
slightly so that I could look at him, and our mouths met in a longing
embrace.

His hand slowly stroked my abdomen, as our tongues dueled and explored one
another's mouths. He slowly moved it down and caressed my erection--running
his fingers up and down its length before tracing circles around the
head. His hand touching such private skin sent a wave of relief in me. I
moaned as Jakob's hand slowly made it's way down to my scrotum, and
massaged and teased it's contents.

"Oh, God I love you." Jakob cried out before his mouth devoured mine again,
and his hand traveled even lower-his fingers touching and rubbing against
my hole. My body was on fire-I needed Jakob's body to extinguish the agony.

"I need you." I could barely catch my breath. I could feel Jakob's finger
invading me. It burned like crazy, but Jakob eased on with gentleness-soon
finding that spot that made my body go numb. I cried out in obvious
pleasure.

"I need you too, Bry." Jakob whispered into my ear before kissing it. I
felt his finger slide out of me slowly. Jakob eased himself off of me, and
without taking his eyes off of mine, got to his feet and moved towards the
nightstand. He quickly grabbed the jar of lotion that sat there, and made
his way back onto the floor, and onto me.

I lay with my eyes closed in anticipation. I could feel Jakob
moving-playing with the jar of lotion, the light squishing noises of him
spreading it around were filling the room. I jumped when I felt the
coldness of the lotion on Jakob's hand as it touched my opening, and
unintentionally spread my legs for him. Jakob's mouth latched onto my
nipple as he moaned and let a finger dive inside of me.

My body writhed and arched from Jakob's touch-his probing fingers making my
body burn for more. Jakob's mouth found mine as he shifted above me. His
hands now raking against the skin of my torso while something much bigger
and harder pushed against my back door. The sensation both frightened and
excited me, as I realized we were essentially losing our virginity to each
other by this change of role. I relaxed everything as I felt Jakob push
himself into me-his face pressed into my neck--the grunting sounds he was
making were tickling my ear, making me want him more.

As I turned my head to the side, I was mesmerized as two shadows made love
on the wall beside and above us. The sensual movements they made as their
shapes collided matched perfectly with the movements of Jakob and
I. Sensations and emotions to great to explain coursed through my
veins. Jakob thrust onward-his face kept down and pressed into my neck and
shoulder-his breathing coming out harshly like a cry.

I gained control over my arms, brought them up, and tugged gently at
Jakob's hair. His head felt heavy like his body as he clung on to me in a
white-knuckled grip. My legs eased up and wrapped around his torso keeping
him as close as possible. I felt a burning in my loins--my legs almost felt
tingly, and I knew I was close.

"Baby, look at me." The words left my throat before I understood what I had
said. Slowly and deliberately, Jakob raised his head-his eyes closed a look
of sheer pleasure on his sweet face. He pushed himself upward with his
hands and arms, and slowly opened his eyes as I felt a pop inside of
me. Jakob hollered my name.

"Bry!"

I came between our bodies as Jakob's arms gave out and his torso smacked
into mine. I could feel a hard cramping deep inside of my belly, but not
even cancer could ruin this moment between us. I held him tightly as his
body seized subtlety-his beautiful member still buried deep inside of me.

We lay in a heap of glowing, moist flesh. Moment after moment--clutching
onto each other, trying to somehow gain control of our breathing. Jakob's
hands roamed and caressed me-soon pressing and exploring the right side of
my abdomen. His touch was gentle yet firm-the cramping started to increase.

"Not so hard, baby." I croaked as I kissed his head.

"Oh, my God. I can feel it, Bryan." Jakob started to cry.

"I go in the day after tomorrow. This'll be all over, Jakey."

"Where you goin'?" Jakob sniffed and then kissed my cheek softly.

"I go and get it taken out. I can't do it without you, Jakey. Please don't
make me do this alone...I..." And then we were interrupted.

"Are you two finished, yet?" My mother's voice carried from down the
hallway. Jakob and I both looked at each other with the expression of a
deer caught in high beams. Jakob stopped breathing completely as I mouthed
the words 'shit'.

"Boys? Don't make me come down there because I really don't need to see
what I've just heard." My mom's voice sounded nervous for once in her life,
and I burst out laughing. Jakob sprung to his feet--grabbing at his jeans
and cleaning me from his stomach and chest.

"Not funny, Bryan. Oh, my God!" Jakob scrambled around the room searching
aimlessly for clothes while I remained flat on my back, happier than a pig
in shit-laughing at this rather amusing situation. I calmly cleaned myself
with the jeans Jakob hastily discarded, and got to my feet. Calmly going
through the dresser I picked out a pair of walking shorts and a sleeveless
T-shirt to wear to my sister's ridiculous beach party in autumn.

"Just getting' dressed, ma." I hollered as I stuck my head out of the
bedroom doorway. My mother was standing at the end of the hallway--her
cheeks slightly rosy.

"I would guess so, Bryan." And then she grinned and headed towards the
kitchen.

I turned back into the room and started dressing. Jakob continued to
frantically sift through clothing-muttering incoherently. I buttoned up my
shorts and quietly stood behind him-lightly placing my hand on his
shoulder. He stopped what he was doing and buried his face in his hands-his
shoulders moving up and down from ragged breaths.  "Hey..." In an effort to
soothe what I figured was crying, I turned Jakob around to face me, and
took him in my arms.

"Oh, my God...this isn't gonna end up on one of them shows I hope." Jakob
chuckled into my chest as his arms curled around me and held me tight. We
stood and giggled-completely embarrassed by our predicament.  The more we
looked at each other; it seemed the more we giggled. Finally after five
minutes, I had to help Jakob dress-he couldn't even stand up straight.

"This is all your fault, for the record." Jakob griped as he buttoned up
his white cotton shirt. We both headed for the kitchen to find my mom
sitting at the kitchen table-her head resting on her hand-her fingers
lightly tapping her cheek.

"My fault? You're the one seducing me." I joked as I pinched Jakob's ass
hard. He winced and punched me playfully in the arm.

"Well that's what you get for walking around the house in the buff. What
was I supposed to do, walk away?"

"No, you were supposed to fuck me silly, and you did!" I smiled before
planting a loud and sloppy kiss on his cheek. Jakob blushed. My mother
stood up with her hands over her ears.

"Hello! Mother in the room, can you please discuss this some other time?"
Jakob and I looked at each other in amusement, and shrugged our shoulders
simultaneously. My mother scrambled to the front door. Arm in arm, we
followed and then piled into the back seat of her sedan like a couple of
children-giggling and playfully slapping and poking each other.
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I watched in admiration as Jakob made his way through the circle of
people. Jordan grabbed his arm as he passed her, and she pulled him to
her-placing a beautiful white flower behind his ear. He blushed slightly as
she kissed him on the cheek and led him to the middle of the living room
floor so they could dance. They were laughing and talking while the entire
house load of people had their eyes glued on them. I smiled and laughed on
with them-the expressions on their faces as they danced around the room
becoming contagious, and smiles grew throughout the room.

My stomach began to cramp, and I slowly eased my way into the kitchen where
I could work it off without too much attention drawn to me.  As it was,
each individual had approached me and offered their condolences-as if I had
already passed away. I sat quietly at the table with my eyes closed, leaned
back heavily in the chair and rubbed my stomach.

"Hey, bum!" My father had pushed my hair back and kissed me on the forehead
before taking a seat in the chair next to me.

"Hey." I smiled a toothy smile as I felt my dad take my hand and hold it
inside both of his. My father wasn't an overly affectionate man, nor was he
ever in his life. My father was a man of tact, and he always knew the right
action; the right words at the right moment. As usual, he was right on the
mark.

"Do you need anything for that?"

"Naw, dad. It's nothing, thanks. It'll go away in a couple of minutes." I
opened my eyes and gave him a reassuring wink.

"Okay." He said quietly as he leaned towards me and pushed my hair back
again. It was an interesting father and son moment-undertones of fear
barely noticeable beneath the love and approval I felt from both of my
parents.

"It's good to see the two of you so happy, Bryan. We were getting worried
with the two of you moping around."

"I was scared he'd never come back and there he was..." I smiled in my
reverie. My dad smiled and squeezed my hand as my buddy Mark walked in the
kitchen with a lopsided grin and a can of beer.

"Hey, shithead!" He cried gleefully-it was obviously apparent that he was
half-cut.

"I need to go see where your mother's at." My father discretely excused
himself. "I have to make sure she doesn't scare off the guests." We all
chuckled as we could hear my mother's voice radiating from the front
room--giving directions and telling everyone to have a good time. My father
patted Mark on the shoulder before he left the kitchen. Mark in turn, sat
down where my father was minutes before.

"Fuck, Bryan. What the hell?" Mark certainly had a way with words, but I
knew what he meant. We really hadn't touched base with what was happening
to me.

"I know." I groaned with a shrug and slight grin.

"So, what's the plan? You gotta do chemo or some shit like that?"

"Nothing like that so far. I go for surgery in a couple of days and I guess
we'll see from there."

"Christ, man you're too young for this."

I laughed out loud. How many times had I told myself the very same thing?

"Bryan?" A soft voice came from the kitchen doorway. Mark's face lit up
immediately, and I felt a peculiar feeling as I felt the owner of the voice
come up from behind me and give me a soft, slow kiss on my cheek. I kicked
Mark's leg playfully.

"Ouch, you asshole!"

"Wipe that smirk off your face!" I laughed as Jakob wrapped his arms around
my neck while sitting down on my lap and burying his head in my neck. "I
saw you checkin' him out!" I continued to tease.

"So what?" Mark giggled and downed what was left in his can. "Everybody
does." He finished as he leaned towards me and kissed me on the
lips. Jakob's head shot up and my mouth dropped open as we both stared at
Mark in disbelief.

"Good luck, bro. I'll come and visit." Mark smiled as he headed towards the
other room.

"Yeah...make sure you visit and explain that kiss, you fraud!" I hollered
behind him. Jakob looked at me in astonishment, and we both chuckled
nervously at what transpired. Was Mark trying to come out to us by making
that comment about Jakob, and then giving me a kiss? Or was Mark just full
of shit?

"Is he gay?"

"If he is it's new to me, sweet pea." I answered--my eyes bugged out and my
jaw still on the floor.

"Hmmm..." Jakob mumbled drowsily into my neck and I cradled him for a
little while-enjoying the feeling of him next to me. I smiled in wonder
about him-how absolutely versatile he was in our relationship. A few hours
ago he was covering and filling me with his strength--answering my pleading
and beckoning in the most amazing way possible. Here was another moment,
however--Jakob curled up on my lap like a child--shy, vulnerable, and
completely innocent. No words would ever explain how much he meant to me.

Jakob's breathing was soon light and regular, and I knew that he had fallen
asleep. I could have sat there for the entirety of the evening just holding
him, but my legs were beginning to feel numb, and I had a sudden urge to
fall asleep peacefully as well. With no production, I scooped Jakob up and
headed into the living room, where the guests stopped dead in their hula
skirts and palm tree shirts to watch me pass them and head down the hallway
where my old bedroom was located. The door was open as I edged my way into
the room and gently placed Jakob on the double bed before turning the lamp
on.

"Bryan, honey?" My mother's voice came from the doorway. "Is everything
alright?"

"Yeah, mom. It's been a long day for us. I think we're just going to crash
here if it's okay?" I peeled off my T-shirt and chucked it on the floor.

"Okay. Call me if you need anything." She closed the door behind her.

I stepped out of the remainder of my clothing before I began to slowly
undress Jakob. He laid oblivious in his peaceful slumber as the last of his
clothing was in a pile on the floor, and I took the flower my sister had
placed behind his ear, and put it on the nightstand. I turned back the
covers of the bed, and pulled them down beneath Jakob's naked body until I
reached the very bottom of the bed.

My cock was hard from watching Jakob sleep so sweetly by the time I laid
down next to him and covered us with the layer of blankets. I curled up
closely behind him-kissing and biting his shoulders gently-sucking on the
tender skin of his neck while listening to the soft moans emanating from
his small body. I had no need for sex at that moment-my body completely
satiated from our early engagement. I just wanted to touch Jakob and feel
that he was truly there. My hard member rubbed against the soft crack of
Jakob's bottom, and my arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders.

"Mmmm..." Jakob moaned tenderly.

"I know, baby." I whispered softly in his ear. "I love you, too."