Date: Wed, 10 Apr 2002 19:18:55 -0000
From: shakes d <shakes003@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Taking of Jakob (Part 6)--Beginnings

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The room was light, and I could feel the sun on my face through the window
when I finally decided to wake up. I opened my eyes, stretched my body and
felt the tightness of my muscles from sleeping on the floor. I didn't even
have a pillow to snuggle up to. I just had Jakob. I remembered how his
smooth body felt up against mine, and a smile came over my face.

I suddenly noticed Jakob missing beside me, and was then hit with the sound
and smell of ham frying in the kitchen. I sat up and was about to rub the
sleep out of my eyes, when I noticed a bandage neatly wrapped around my
hand and arm where it had been scalded the worst the night before. I stared
at it dumbfounded wondering where the bandage had come from. When the idea
dawned on me, and my eyes shot up to look through the entrance to the
kitchen, Jakob was standing there watching me; his eyes sparkling, his soft
lips curled upwards in a half-smile.

"Morning." Jakob said softly.

"Hey, you." I replied with a big grin. We stared at each other for a few
minutes before Jakob disappeared back into the kitchen.

I sat on the floor for a few minutes more; running my hands through my
hair-aimlessly disheveling it, and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. As I
got up to go into the kitchen, I threw the comforter that I had wrapped
around Jakob's and my body onto the sofa. I stood in the entranceway, and
let my eyes wander over to Jakob, who was standing at the stove cooking ham
and eggs.

"Awww," I whined. "What happened to the outfit you were wearing last
night?" Jakob had put on a pair of jeans, but was naked from the waist
up. 'Forget the ham and eggs.' I thought wickedly to myself. 'I'll just eat
you for breakfast.' I started walking towards him.

Jakob burst out into nervous laughter, still concentrating on the meal he
was cooking. I moved up behind him, and allowed my hands to explore his
chest-paying special attention to his nipples while I nibbled and licked at
his ear.

"Mmmm, that feels good." Jakob moaned and pressed himself up against me. I
continued to explore his chest with my hands-massaging and tweaking while
my tongue continued its exploration of his neck and ear. Jakob writhed in
pleasure, and then suddenly nudged me away with his elbows.

"No, no, no, no. Not getting off that easy, mister." Jakob went back to his
cooking.

"What are you talkin' bout?" I let my good hand roam up his chest again;
pinching his nipple slightly, and he batted it away.

"You've got some makin' up to do for your disgusting display at the bar." I
felt my stomach clench itself up like a fist, but something in Jakob's
voice made me feel safe, although I knew he was right. I had a lot of
making up to do. Jakob turned his head and winked at me.

"Yeah, well I thought we'd be even now, after you pushed me into the fire
last night." I teased while my hand found that perfect pink nipple of his,
and gave it another pinch. Jakob giggled and twisted his body away from my
hand.

"It don't count. You lived." He was laughing, and turned off the burners on
the stove.

"Ouch!" I pretended to be hurt, but in reality I was happy and relieved by
Jakob's sudden playfulness. It had been a long road-with still many more
miles to go-but I could see the remnants of the Irish prankster I used to
know, coming through.

"Sit down, retard." Jakob commanded, and I obliged. I took my usual spot at
the kitchen table, and Jakob served me a plate of eggs (over-easy), and
ham. Jakob isn't known at all for culinary skills (he once burnt mac &
cheese.  I mean he burnt it.  It was black. I shit you not), however the
meal he set before me looked great. He topped it off by pouring me a glass
of milk, and then sat adjacent to me with his own spread.

"Wow, Jakob. This is fantastic!" I was impressed. Everything looked
absolutely perfect. "You watchin' too much 'Food Network' or somethin'?"

"Eat." Jakob grinned and placed the salt and pepper in front of me.

Jakob sat and looked on as I salted my food to death like I always do. He
always made fun of me when I'd eat something because I always reached for
the salt before I'd even taste it. I'm a saltaholic or something-I always
have to have it on my food even if it's already salty. Jakob smirked at me
while I was dousing my eggs, and I stuck my tongue out at him.  He sat
there, trying to hide a grin. I looked at him puzzled, and cut into my egg.

I shoveled a large portion of egg into my mouth, and immediately registered
that something was wrong-something beyond bad cooking. I looked at the
shaker that contained the salt, and noticed the crystals appeared larger
than usual. I felt my gag reflex approaching, and spit the egg out onto my
plate. As I looked over to Jakob, I noticed his face was red and he was
trying very hard to choke back a laugh.

"You fuckin' prick!" I gasped, and Jakob bolted out of the kitchen and down
the hallway in a fit of laughter. He had switched the salt for sugar. I had
just sugared my damned breakfast. I could still hear him roaring when I
chugged my glass of milk-trying to kill the taste in my mouth. I slammed
the empty glass down on the table, and took off down the hallway in search
of the practical joker. It wasn't difficult-I could still hear the idiot
laughing. I was trying very hard to be pissed off, but his laughter was
wearing down my resolve. The more I tried to keep a serious face, the
bigger my grin was.

I threw the door to my bedroom open, and could see Jakob's form underneath
the sheets of my bed.  I could hear him giggling like a child, and it was
becoming contagious. I was giggling, myself as I jumped onto my bed, and
fought to get the sheets off of Jakob. After wrestling around on my bed for
fifteen minutes or so, I finally got him uncovered as I straddled him
around the waist. We were both panting-out of breath.

"Enjoy breakfast?" Jakob was chuckling lightly now, and I grabbed both of
his wrists and held his arms over his head with a grin.

"You quittin' yer job at the store to become a comedian?"

Jakob didn't answer; he only smiled. We maintained our position while we
were both trying to catch our breath. I let go of Jakob's wrists so that I
could play with his tangled waves, and I felt him rest his hands on my
hips. We looked in each other's eyes deep, and longing. I bent down, and
savored the feel of his plump and soft lips pressed against my own.

I was surprised when I felt his tongue gently tickle my upper lip. In
response I opened my mouth for him. His tongue was gentle-almost unsure as
it probed the inside of my mouth and I welcomed it with a low moan-wanting
more. His kiss was a simple piece of heaven for me-the mere fact of his
initiating the contact was creating an unbearable thickness between my
legs. His kiss was soft, tender, and somehow still full of passion, and I
didn't want the moment to end. Our tongues explored each other's mouths for
what seemed like an eternity-and it still wasn't long enough. Jakob broke
free.

"I hafta work." He said matter-of-factly, as if I was really caring whether
he had to work at the moment or not. The stiffness between my legs was
demanding my concentration at the moment, as was the amazing sensations I
was getting as I was gently grinding my crotch into Jakob's. Jakob closed
his eyes as I pressed my pelvis into his, and almost instantly I could feel
the generous lump that was forming in his jeans.

"Shit, I'm serious, Bryan. I gotta go get ready."

I'm sure the disappointment was written quite clearly on my face as I
stopped rubbing my caged member against Jakob. I straightened up feeling a
little rejected, and Jakob sat up and looked at me.

"I'm sorry, Bryan. I gotta get ready for work."

"Yeah, I know." I mumbled softly. Jakob leaned over and kissed me on my
nose before pushing me off of him. I fell to the bed beside where he was,
and he softly chuckled at me.

"I'm gonna go take a shower." He commented as he stood up from the bed.

"Mmmm...sounds nice. Can I watch?" I was teasing on the outside, but deep
down I was praying that Jakob would say 'yes'. There was nothing I wanted
more at that moment, then to watch Jakob washing his incredible
body. Actually, that's not true. I would rather be washing it myself.

"Perv." Jakob turned red and laughed as he left the room to go take his
shower. I lay and looked up at the ceiling, feeling myself drift away. I
closed my eyes and heard the water running from the shower in the
bathroom. The last image in my mind was of Jakob-naked and wet, standing
under the showerhead, letting the water explore and caress his body.