Date: Sat, 23 Jan 2010 14:41:02 -0500
From: Sean Anthony <seananthony_10@hotmail.com>
Subject: Nick and Jakob chapter 1

WARNING: This story contains portrayals of homosexual acts and lifestyles.
There may be references to, or explicit descriptions of, sex between
consenting adults.


If homosexuality, sexually explicit language, or swearing offends you, or
if reading material that contains these topics violates any law or personal
or religious beliefs, please leave now without reading any further.


If you are under 18 years of age, you may not read this story because it is
against the law.


This story is entirely fictional and any resemblances to actual persons or
events are completely coincidental.

NOTE: So I know this took forever to get out and I'm incredibly sorry. I'm
really focused on it now though so I will hopefully get them out a bit
sooner. Also, I'm editing as I go and I'm incredibly picky and I never like
anything I write so it's a very long dreary possible. But still I hope you
enjoy! Feedback is definitely welcome! :)

Nick and Jakob - Chapter 1

I entered the school, for what would be the last time. I had just gotten
accepted into Carver Academy, a boarding school a few hours from my home. I
honestly couldn't believe it. I was finally leaving this small town
behind. After almost a year of fighting my family and administration, I was
able to transfer all my credits and start up immediately as a junior with
full priveleges.

*If they just hadn't messed around last summer I wouldn't have had to
suffer through last year. Ugh.* I shuddered at my recollections of last
year.

I should probably tell you a bit more before you get too confused. I'm
Jakob, as you know, and my dear mother, on one of her more witty days,
started calling me Jace. She based her entire argument on the fact that
boys named Jacob changed the "c" to a "k" in Jake so she was clever enough
to reverse it for my name. Yea, so now it's become my secret pet name for
her and really only my closest friends know it.

I have a pretty normal life otherwise. I've got a house, two parents, a
dog, a little, annoying brother, you know, the usual. Oh, I'm adopted,
that's something exciting, I guess. I'm 17, with my license and a pretty
nice car, and I've got a few friends I can trust.

I looked in the mirror in my locker. It was obvious that I had just woken
up. Well, I hadn't but it seemed like it. Voluntary 6 a.m. swim practices
did that to you. I was actually really hot, according to pretty much
everyone. I was 5'11", 150 pounds, with a body to die for and girls drooled
over. I had perfect teeth with a dazzling smile and those cliche Edward
Cullenesque golden eyes. Though I claimed they were hazel, they sparkled
and became golden at my best moments. My medium-length dark brown hair was
always in disarray and the girls, and even a few guys, loved it. Sometimes
I cut it a lot shorter so it was a buzz cut, which would have the girls all
over me. I was fashion sensible, of course, and knew what looked sexiest on
my build. I had no ass whatsoever to speak of, and I complained about it
often. This forced people to look at my upper body, with its washboard abs,
forming v-cut, developing pecs and shoulders, and my rugged, hard-lined
face. I hate being told that I'm hot or sexy because I never believe it,
though I do secretly enjoy it. Weird I know.

My mom's an RN and my dad's the owner of a successful car business. We
aren't rich, but we generally have more than we need. My family life is,
well, not the greatest. My parents get along most of the time but they have
their flair ups. My little brother, Seth, and I share a room and there have
been several nights where he runs to my bed and huddles against me. I love
my little brother and I regret leaving him alone. As a 10-year-old, he
still needs his big brother to help him out. So basically everything about
my life is normal

But under my normality and regularness, there's an incredibly dark secret
that I've never told. *You, Jakob Michael Riley, are gay, a fag, a homo, a
cocksucker. You don't even deserve to live and no one will accept you or
even be with you.* Uh, sorry for the morbid, depressing tone of that, I get
a little carried away sometimes.

Yea, so now that's finally off my chest, I can move on. I've already
quasi-come out. Meaning, I don't really care what people say about me and
if they know, they know, I haven't formally come out, but it doesn't matter
because everyone pretty much guessed anyways. So back to school, I had AP
chem right now and of course Keith was in this class. I'd had a crush on
him since freshman year, but as my life goes, I never pick the right
guys. He was the first string quarterback as a junior, and thus a god among
us students. But as a quarterback he was, by definition, straight and this
is what backfired on my life. A lingering gazy one second too long and I
was all but exposed. It was my first and only mistake. I never let myself
falter again.

*Thank goodness I can leave him behind and start over again. It's too
oppressive, everyone breathing down my neck making sure I don't step out of
line.*

Now this change wasn't all about getting away from a small town that
generally didn't accept gays. This was also a small town that didn't fit my
academic and athletic needs. I was an intense student and swimmer and
although my school was ranked very high among schools in the nation, I
needed more. And the swim team at this school was beyond pathetic. It was
hardly a varsity sport and there were serious rumors that it was going to
be shut down next year, for my senior year. Yeah. My life was swimming, I
couldn't just give it up. If you weren't serious about swimming, why would
you ever do VOLUNTARY 6a.m. practices? Honestly.

Anyways, I took my customary seat that somehow was always picked to be
right behind Keith. Stupid karma, I thought. Just because I was gay and a
hopeless romantic, karma thought it could taunt me by constantly remind me
of this fact.

Anyways, fast forward a few hours (everything that day was boring. All
there was, was some good byes and some call me's, text me's and email
me's. Again nothing exciting). I was driving to the campus, my parents
follwing with all my stuff. As I shifted lanes on the interstate, I finally
let out a sigh of relief. I was finally going to be rid of my past
problems. My thoughts backfired though. I started to wonder if this was the
right move on my part. But of course it was, this is what I wanted, right?
Even if I don't want it, I made the choice and now I have to follow through
on it. No backing down now. I will just have to invite Seth over as often
as I can to protect him from our parents' wrath. Hopefully, they get along
better with me gone.

Meanwhile, I had found the school and I had driven through the gates. The
drive was about a mile long and the landscape was beautiful. The lawn
stretched endlessly. I knew that there was an extensive woods on the other
side of these grounds, complete with many trails and a lake. About a
half-mile in, I started to pass the dorms, these happening to be the
teachers'. The campus had been laid in concentric circles with the dorms on
the outside and the academic buildings within them. The drive ended in a
large circle surrounded by the administration buildings.

I parked and stepped out of the car and looked around and saw the beautiful
surroundings of the campus. This was practically like college, only
not. Anticlimactic, sorry.

My parents joined me outside of the main office building. Seth came running
up to me and gave me a hug.

"Don't leave me, Jacey!" he cried.

I chuckled. "Aw, Sethy-bear, don't worry I haven't even left yet."

I ruffled his hair and led the way into the building. The secreatry greeted
us warmly and we were called into the dean's office.

Mr. Kelwin greeted us and asked us to sit down. He handed me my paperwork
and I spent the next few minutes filling that out, while my parents asked
the usual questions. You know, stuff like "Where will he be staying?, Will
he be able to get to his classes in time even with his practice schedule?,
Is the food court adequate for all students?, Will he be able to eat three
times daily?, Are the other students considerate and open-minded?, When
will he meet his roommate?" You know, the stuff you usually ignore once
your parents start talking, because you don't really care, knowing that it
will all work out. Mr. Kelwin seemed like a genuine guy though, so I
figured that he would be more than ready to bend to my requests. I heard
that he all but begged me old principal to transfer me.

"So any questions, Jakob?" he asked.

I blinked. "Oh, uhh one. Where's the pool?" I asked.

He laughed, "Of course. Let me show you."

He led the way back into the atrium, but the secretary stopped him.

"Sir, your meeting has been rescheduled to 3. It is now 2:15."

"Shoot. Sorry Jakob, I have to get ready for that. Here, let me find a
student to show you," he opened the door and looked across the grounds.

"Ah, perfect. Nick!" he called. "Do you have time right now?"

"Yes, sir," said the boy.

"Would you mind showing a new student the CAAC?"

"Of course!"

Mr. Kelwin stepped aside and I started. The boy who walked in was, well,
gorgeous, beautiful, sexy, so many words I can't even begin to describe
him. He was about my height and build with a lean muscular torso and
defined legs. His hair was short, black, spiky with a glean to it, like he
just took a shower, or a swim. His eyebrows were thick and accented his
dark eyes beautifully. I couldn't quite place the color of those eyes. Dark
brown? Black? Navy? They seemed to change color in a matter of seconds. And
the lips! Perfect full lips, not too big, but definitely not too small.

*Fuck!* I thought. *Walls, Jace! Fight it! Don't let another Keith happen.*
I fought through my haze and smiled. He smiled back with a dazzling,
perfect-teeth smile.

"Hey," he said. "Welcome to Carver Academy. I'm, well, Nick, obviously." I
almost giggled. His voice was rich and powerful. I wondered if he sang.
He'd probably be a tenor. I wonder if he'd le-*Jace! Knock it off!* I
thought.

"Hey. I'm Jakob," I replied and held out my hand. I had to feel his skin,
know the texture. He reached out his hand and grasped mine. His grasp was
strong, confident. His skin was soft, yet rough and, when he let go, I
could have sworn his fingers held mine for an instant. I was probably
reading too far into it. I had to stop. Soon.