Date: Sat, 11 Feb 2017 14:02:58 -0600
From: Michael Smith <incstwrtr007@gmail.com>
Subject: Jake and Dad - Chapter 6

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This is a continuation of the "Jake and Dad" Series. To help understand the
story, please go back and read from Chapter 1!

It has come to my attention that maybe this story is "moving too slowly"
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and son growing together and loving each other, it will not be all about
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I want it to feel as real and natural as possible. That being said, sex is
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Jake and Dad - Chapter 6

	We drove out of the neighborhood and towards the interstate, the
streets of the small suburb much busier tonight than they were when Dad
drove me home last night. I look at all the lights and sounds as we drive
through the small town and turn onto the main interstate towards the City,
the skyscrapers and Downtown glowing bright against the black inky sky. The
engine roars as we take off down the on ramp and join the heavy traffic on
the interstate, the tires of the old car howling against the concrete
highway.

	"So, do you have any plans for what you want to do when we get
there?" I ask, looking over at my dad, his head almost touching the ceiling
of the classic muscle car, the soft green light of the gauges barely
illumiating him as he sat behind the large steering wheel.

	"No, not really." He smiles and shrugs, letting his right hand fall
from the steering wheel and rest on his thigh, just above his knee. He
looks over at me for a second before looking ahead and changing
lanes. "First stop is going to be somewhere to get you a jacket. I don't
think mine is fitting you very well." I roll my eyes a bit and smile as I
look down, the large coat folding over me, almost like a blanket over my
body as I sit in the bucket seat.

	"Any place you want to stop at?" I look over at him a for a second,
studying the shadows on his face from the gauge lights. "Because I don't
have a clue where we're going." He thinks this over for a second and I can
almost see the gears spinning in his head as he thinks before looking over
at me, slowly looking me up a down, causing me to raise an eyebrow at him.

	"I know just the place to stop at but you can't say anything. This
can be your 'Welcome home present.'" He gives me a wink before sliding his
hand over my thigh, giving it a small squeeze. I look down at his hand on
my thigh and smile in the dark car, the only light on my side coming from
the yellow street lights that we quickly pass under. We travel on for a
moment or two before he slowly slides his hand up my thigh a few inches and
then back over to his. "We can get something to eat while we're out,
too. No pizza tonight though. This is a special night so we'll go somewhere
nice." I smile at the thought and can even feel myself blushing a little
bit in the dark car, glad that my dad could't see. I was really getting to
like it here already, something that surprised me a little bit. When Mom
told me that she wanted me to move up here because she thought it would be
good for me, I hated the idea. I don't like the cold, I'm gonna have to
leave all of my friends I've had since first grade and make all new ones,
and I didn't even know my dad. He left when I was 5 and never heard from
him again. She said that it would be good for me to "have a fatherly
influence during my teenaged years" because, according to her, these years
were all about transitioning into "manhood" and I needed a strong male
role-model during this time. Moms right? I think she was just a little
tired of having to worry about taking care of me and her at the same
time. Maybe me moving and being gone would be a good thing for us both. I
look down at my lap and smile a little, locking my fingers together and
twiddling my thumbs together as I feel the strong engine rumbling the seat
a little bit.

	"What are you thinking about over there, buddy?" I hear my dad ask
as I look down at my lap. It was probably a little funny that I had been
quiet for the past few minutes.

	"Just that I'm glad to be up here with you." I tell him truthfully,
looking over at him and smiling. I can see him smiling as he keeps his eyes
on the road.

	"I'm glad that you're here too, son." He reaches over and grabs my
shoulder again, his big strong hand resting firmly but lovingly on it as
his thumb rubs across my upper arm. I look through the windshield and over
the long, flat hood as the light of the city get brighter and brighter as
we race towards it down the highway. He lets his and rest on my shoulder
for a while, longer than it did on my thigh, rubbing it softly through his
heavy coat the whole time. He slowly slides it down my upper arm, to my
elbow before letting it fall back to his muscular thigh. "I'll let you have
some time off school, if you'd like. I havent registered you yet and I
thought we could see a few different places to see which one you liked
best." I smile at the thought, he being very considerate and I wondered if
he was like this all the time. I really hoped he was, he always seemed to
be in a good mood, really playful too. I couldn't help but to wonder why
him and mom split up. I've only been here for a day but he already seemed
like an amazing guy. I look over at his hand on his leg and let my left
hand rest on top of his, hearing him holding his breath for a second.

	"I think that I would like that, dad." I look over at him, his
maroon button down hugging his chest a bit and I catch myself staring for a
moment. What was with me? I've never thought of myself as gay, I've had
several little flings with girls at school, puppy love is what my mom
called it. For one reason or another, just the other persons reasons, they
never worked out. It didn't matter much to me anyway, I was 14 and a
freshman in high school. Was I really worried about dating and finding
someone to love? Not really but, there was just something about my dad that
caught my eye. The way his shirts always hugged his round chest, the curve
of his deltoids from his shoulders into his strong upper arms. I shake my
head and chock it off to nerves. "That's really thoughtful of you, really."
I nod and bit and smile slightly at him as his chest falls, letting his
breathing out.

	"Well, I figured since you moved all the way up here, I would try
to make the transition as smooth and easy as possible for you." He looks
over at me for a second and smiles a bit as he looks into my eyes, his
almost glowing from the pale green light of the Mustangs gauges, the same
color as mine. "Let's worry about getting you a jacket first though, huh?"
He turns back to the road and I let my hand rest back on my lap as we
approach the city, taller and taller buildings starting to pop up as we
first enter it. "This is where the city starts but I want to give you the
full Chicago experience so we'll keep going until we hit Downtown. We can
go to Millennium Park, the Willis Tower, anything you wanna do tonight."

	We drive through the city and I watch as all the tall buildings
rise and fall as we go by. It was a strange but exciting sight for me,
really. Sure, I had been to Dallas several times but it was nothing like
this at all. I smile out of the window as I think of all the possibilities
and everything there is to do here and before I know it, we're merging and
getting off the highway. We come to a light and a sea of people pass in
front of the car before the light turns green. We turn left and go down a
small city street, tall building flanking us on either side, cars packed in
the streets, lights flashing everywhere as people rush by, the growling
exhaust of the car echoing off the buildings. I hear the noise of the turn
signal and Dad parallel parks the car next to the sidewalk expertly before
placing it in first gear and shutting it off, the car shaking a bit as the
powerful engine dies.

	"Are you ready?" He asks as he turns to me. I look back at him and
feel him take my hand in his, holding it tightly. "I've got you so don't
worry about anything. I won't let anything bad happen to you. There's
nothing to be scared of but lock your door." He smiles and winks as he
unbuckle his seat belt and swings his door open. I do the same and lock the
door before shutting it, hearing the mechanical latch catching the door
shut. He walks around the front of the car and I join him on the sidewalk
as we begin our journey, his large coat keeping me very warm. "I'm sure
you'll like the place we're going too." He smiles as he breath fogs out in
front of him with his words. I smile as well, looking up at the skyscrapers
next to us, the sound of people talking filling me ears as the cold air
brushes past us. We turn a corner and the sign of a big retail store hangs
on the other corner. I smile at the red and while logo and chuckle a bit
before looking up at him.

	"I've actually never been in one of these before." I tell him as we
approach the store, large windows showing off various displays of
clothes. He finds the door and holds it open to me and I thank him as we
walk in the store. The vastness of it surprises me and I smile a bit as I
see the mens section on the second floor.

	"I'll take it you like it then." I hear Dad say behind me as he
places his hand on my shoulder and gently leads me towards the escalator to
the second floor, which is just as big as the first. "You can pick out
whatever you like, tonight will be a treat night for you." I step off the
escalator and head towards the jackets. Immediately a black leather jacket
catches my eye and I grab it, pull it off the hanger, and try it on. I look
down at myself and smile, already knowing this is the one. I turn around
and see my dad smiling at me, looking me up and down slowly before nodding.

	"I like it." He says and grabs his own coat from me, quickly
pulling it on before putting his hand on my shoulder and pulling me towards
him by my shoulder again. "Come on, let's go pay for it and then grab some
dinner." We head back downstairs and pay for the jacket before heading back
outside to the cold sidewalk. I put my hands in the pocket of the jacket,
smiling as it keeps me warm. We walk down the sidewalk, taking our steps
together as we walk. "How about some Italian?" He asks as he puts his arm
around my shoulder and pulls me into him gently. I smile and can't help but
to feel a little more relaxed by this gesture. "I know just the place
around here, too."

	We walk for a few more minutes before we stop at a small
restuarant, neatly nestled between two large buildings. I look up at me dad
and he smiles at me before pulling the door open and motioning me to step
inside. I do so and feel him step inside behind me, the smell of fresh
bread invading my nose. There's not much of an entry way, just enough space
for about 5 or 6 people to stand and a small podium. A hostess quickly
comes around the corner and shows us to a small booth in the back of the
restaurant. We thank her and take our seats, the booth being lit my a
small, dim light overhead.

	"What do you think so far?" Dad asks as he looks over at me and
shrugs his coat off, placing it in the booth next to him. I feel his foot
tap against mine a bit as he does and he leaves it there.

	"It seems pretty nice so far." I smile and leave my foot there as
well, just thinking he probably didn't notice. I look over the menu as our
waiter takes our drink order and then returns to take our order. He takes
our menu and dissappers, leaving just us together in the small but
moderately busy restaurant.

	"We can go home after this, if you'd like." He tells me as he leans
forward a little bit, crossing his fingers together. I meet his eyes and
smile, wondering what he is thinking as I look into them.

	"I thought you wanted to give me the full Chicago experience,
though." I say, giving him a wink as I shift a little in the booth, placing
my hands on the table like his. I move my feet a little, taking his away
from mine as I lean forward a bit. "Unless you're already ready to go home,
old man." He pulls a fake surprise face and chuckles.

	"I think I can stand a few more hours of you." He smiles and sits
back in his booth, his foot sliding next to mine again. I feel that it is a
little more intentional this time but I don't think much of it. We keep
talking and joking with each other while we wait for our food to arrive and
end up scarfing it down once it does get there. The waiter brings us our
check and Dad gives him a credit card to run it on. I lean back in my seat,
pretty full from dinner and I smile as I see him lookng at me again.

	"What?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest as I raise an eyebrow
at him.

	"Nothing." He shrugs and puts his hands up a little bit. "I'm just
glad that you're hear is all." The waiter brings the check back and Dad
signs for it before standing up, pulling his coat on again. He steps to my
side and offers his hand which I roll my eye at a bit before standing up
and putting my leather jacket on. We head towards the door and step outside
again, the city still busy as ever. "Come on, we've got several more sights
to see and it's still early by Chicago standards." With that, he puts his
arm around my shoulders again and leads me down the sidewalk. We see a few
of the sights, burning a few hours well into the night. It's about midnight
by the time we turn the last corner to the street the car is on. We head
down the street and I feel his hand grab my waist and pull my close, a
little closer than he had been pulling me all night. "I take it you had a
good night?" He asks, rubbing his arm up and down my side a little bit as I
yawn.

	"I had a great one." I look up at him and give a sleep half-smile
as we make it to the car. He fishes into his pocket and grabs the keys,
unlocking the door and pulling it open with his free hand. I climb in he
shuts the door behind me. I lock it and pull the seatbelt on as he walks
around and climbs in next to me. "I can't wait to get home and sleep,
though." He looks over at me as I talk and smiles before slowly running his
hand through my hair.

	"You can sleep all you want tonight, Jake." He says softly, letting
his hand fall to my shoulder, looking at me and pausing for a moment before
starting the car and pulling away. I make it to the interstate and watch
the skyline dissappear into the rearview mirror. I lean back and shut my
eyes, the steady sound of the engine lulling me to a light sleep, feeling
my dad's strong hand back on my thigh again as I doze off.