Date: Tue, 7 Feb 2017 14:03:08 -0600
From: Michael Smith <incstwrtr007@gmail.com>
Subject: Jake and Dad - Chapter 4

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Jake and Dad - Chapter 3

 I guess I must have dozed off because the next thing I hear is a faint
knocking on my bedroom door. I sit up a litte bit, having laid down during
my short, light rest.

	"Yeah?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow at the knocking on my door. I
prop myself up using one hand on the soft mattress.

	"Pizza's here." I hear my dad say through the closed door. A wide
smile makes its way across my face and I stand up, stretching a little bit,
the bottom of my shirt rising up off the bottom of my smooth stomach.

	"Coming." I reply as I grab a pair of black calf height Nike socks
and pull them up. I open the door and turn to walk down the hallway,
already smelling the fresh pizza in the air. Dad wasn't on couch anymore so
I turn into the foyar and then proceed into the kitchen/dining room where I
see him standing at the table, setting out two plates on opposite ends of
the table. He turns to look at me and smiles widely as he does.

	"Well, hey there, sleepy head." He says, the deepness of his voice
still surprising me a bit. He opens the box and the smell of the pizza gets
even stronger. "How many pieces do you want?" He turns and looks at me, one
eyebrow raised under the brim of his baseball cap.

	"Uh, just two will be fine." I reach up and rub my upper arm with
one hand as I pull out one of the chairs and sit down. I watch as he
reaches in and places two pieces on a plate before sliding it in front of
me. He follows suit with the other plate, putting three pieces on it and
sliding it to his chair. He shuts the box and sets it on the counter next
to the sink before opening the fridge.

	"I don't know what you like to drink or eat so it may be a little
scare around here until we go shopping."He says as he leans into the fridge
and reaches in. "But for now, this can be our little secret." He turns
around, two bottles of beer in his large hand, holding them by the necks of
the dark brown bottles. He kicks the fridge shut and places one of the
bottles next to my plate before taking his seat across the small table from
me, giving me a slightly mischievous wink.

	"When do you think that will be?" I ask, looking over at him, as I
pick up a piece and take a bite of it. I can't help but to pause for a
second, if this is what everyone talks about Chicago-style pizza being
like, I'm in.

	"We could go tomorrow night when we get back from the City." He
tells me as he takes a few bites of his own pizza, popping off the cap of
his beer and taking a drink. "I've been meaning to go anyway but I didn't
want to stock up on a lot of food you wouldn't like." He gives a small
shrug, his shirt tightening around his muscular shoulders as he does.

 	"That sounds good." I nod and smile a bit, seeing him smile back as
I take a few more bites of the pizza before setting it down. I reach for
the beer and stop a few inches away from grabbing it. "You sure you're cool
with this?" I look over at him, looking at his face, well what I could see
of it. The light over the dining room table was off, the only light coming
from a small fixture over the kitchen sink and what was pouring in through
the archway into the foyar. I look at him, the light just barely showing
his face, making it look a little softer than before, a little more
handsome even. Wait, did I just think my dad was handsome? I need to get
some real sleep, not just a nap.

	"Yeah, of course!" He smiles at me and takes a few more bites of
his pizza. "Or I've always got water if you don't want to drink that." He
takes another drink of his own beer. He pauses for a second and looks at me
and I can feel him looking at me, trying to figure out what I'm
thinking. "I'll get you some water." He nods and stands up, opening a
cabinet and grabbing a glass. He fills it with ice and water before walking
over and setting it next to my unopened bottle of beer. "I don't want you
to feel uncomfortable being here or feel like I want you to do something
you don't feel 100% right about doing." I look up at him as he grabs my
bottle and returns it to the fridge.

	"Thank you." I say as he takes his seat again, across from me. I
take a few more bites, finishing off the first piece before taking a few
drinks of my water. "So, since I haven't asked yet and mom didn't tell me,
where do you work?" I start my second slice as I look over at him, taking a
swing from his bottle.

	"I work for a contracting company." He says a little plainly, as if
it really didn't matter. "We're building a whole new subdivision on the
other side of the neighborhood." He starts on his second slice, eating
about half of it in a few bites. That would definitely why he's in such
good shape for his age. Well, not that most 35 year olds are in horrible
shape. He just happened to be in very good shape for his age, muscular
arms, strong shoulders, broad and round pecs. The girls must been swooning
over him and I can't help but to wonder if he has a girlfriend. He probably
does and just doesn't want to lay too much on me my first night here.

	"Do you just work there as a construction worker or are you like a
boss or something?" I ask after I swallow the pizza that was in my mouth.

	"Or something." He rolls his eyes and chuckles a little bit. "You
could put it that way. I'm over the site but it's not as big of a job as
you would think. We're just doing a few houses at a time so it's never a
lot to do."

	I nod as he speaks, can't helping but to find a bit of sincerity in
his voice, almost as if he was very grateful and humble to be in the
position he was in. I'm sure he was though, he didn't seem the type of man
to "toot his own horn" or show off. I liked that though and hoped that it
would be a personality trait I got from him.

	"What about you?" He asks suddenly as I am about three bites into
my second slice, almost finishing it up. "Did you play any football or do
any extracirriculars down home?"

	I chuckle a bit, making sure not to let any food slip out of my
mouth. I don't know why I thought it was funny that he still referred to
Texas as 'down home' but it was nice still. He was definitely a Southern
gentleman at heart and I could tell, even though his accent and almost
completely vanished.

	"No, not football but I was on the Junior Varsity soccer team this
year." I tell him, not shy to let that information slip. I always liked
soccer, any sort of athletic stuff really. I wasn't a total sports-freak
but I did enjoy it quite a bit, never taking it more seriously than my
classes though. "Do you think my school up here will have a soccer team?"

	"I'm sure they will." He smiles and nods, reassuringly before
starting on his last slice of the pizza. "And, if not, I don't mind driving
you a little ways out to a school that does." I smile a bit at the idea,
really starting to warm up to him. I would have felt bad if I didn't, he
was my dad after all but, he seemed to want to do anything he could to make
me feel comfortable and at home here. "Which reminds me, we need to go get
you registered for a school up here, too. They don't start until the week
after next so you've got plently of time to adjust and settle in before we
have to worry about that."

	We finish up the pizza, eating the whole thing while having a
little idle chit-chat, talking about almost anything under the sun. It was
nice, really. The conversation flowed freely and we were smiling and
laughing the whole time. I was really warming up to him, even the little
things about him. His almost perfect white teeth, his dimples, the deep
laugh, the way his strong chest would rise and fall in his shirt as he
did. It was nice being up here with him. We finish up and I walk to the
sink and begin washing my plate before I feel him standing a few inches
behind me.

	"Here, I'll take care of it." He says softly as he reaches around
me with both arms, gently grabbing one of my hands, holding it steady with
his as he slides the plate from my hands and set it into the sink. "You
don't have to worry about chores for a bit. I want to make sure you're all
settled in and comfortable first, Jake." I look up at him behind me and
smile, straining a bit to look up at his face from this proximity as I hear
him shut the water off with his free hand, still holding my other one. I'm
5'6 and a little tall for my age so he had to be at least 6'1, that's where
I got my height from definitely.

	"Are you sure?" I ask, standing still as he stands behind me, not
touching me but keeping me between the counter and his muscular body. "I
really don't mind helping out." He smiles and bit and leans down, kissing
me gently on the top of my head, sending a shudder through my body.

	"I'm sure." He nods and lets his hand slide off of mine and rest on
the counter next to the sink. "We're gonna have a busy day in the big city
tomorrow so why don't you go get some rest, huh?" He spins around and leans
back on the counter, crossing his arms over his chest, his shirt tightening
around his muscular arms as he does. I smile up at him and flick my hands
in the sink before drying them on my shirt.

	"Alright, I'll see you in the morning then." I grab my glass from
the table and finish off the water that was in it before placing it in the
sink. "Just wake me up when I need to get ready." I smile at him and start
to walk out before stopping and looking at him over my shoulder, still
leaning back against the counter. "Goodnight, Dad." I tell him before
walking to my room, hearing him tell me goodnight as well.

	I walk into my room and shut the door, smiling wide as I hear the
latch click as the door shuts. I turn the TV on and turn it to a random
channel for a little background noise as I start to get ready for bed. I
text my friends back home that I'm really enjoying it up here and am
getting along with my dad. I take off my shirt and add it to the the pile
of dirty clothes before reaching into my suitcase and pulling out a Texas
Rangers tshirt that was a few sizes to big for me and pull it on, letting
the shirt fall halfway down my toned thighs, just long enough to cover my
small, but round and firm teen ass. I pull off my shorts and thow them onto
the pile, leaving me in just my shirt and maroon boxer briefs as I turn my
bedroom light off. I crawl into the bed and feel the soft matress
underneath me, the comfortable sheets and my big tshirt warming me up
quickly as I lay on my stomach. I close my eyes and smile as I lay my head
on the pillow, glad I made it through the first day with Dad okay and
excited to go see the city with him tomorrow.