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Could it be Love?
“This is presumptuous” Simon said looking down the length of Jake’s body. His eyes linger over the bag Jake was carrying before he looked back at his face.
“No, it’s not” Jake said but his confidant smile faltered. He didn’t know how Simon was going to react when he just dropped unannounced. He hoped he would be ok. He needed someone right now. Everything was weighing on him like a ton of bricks. He was hanging by a thread and he needed someone to lift that weight off of him before it crushed the life out of him.
Simon smiled and stepped aside for Jake to enter and the look he gave him was distracting to say the least. ‘Oh my god this man is going to be the death of me’ Jake thought to himself as he stepped in to the sitting room.
Simon was curious to know what made the young copper drop by his place so late with more than an overnight bag. But it was all good, he was here and that’s more than he could ask for.
As he entered the sitting room though the mischievous smile on Jake’s face was wiped away by the string lights and the little Halloween and Christmas decors on the mantle and the warm glow of the fire from the stone fireplace. He was taken back to the Christmas last year with his mom seemingly healthy and happy, his father more relaxed and he with no weight on his shoulder. It saddened him to no end that all things he loved and cherished could be taken away from him in such a short period of time.
He let the bags drop to the floor and all the pain he kept in check came in waves and threatened to sweep him away. He couldn’t breathe all of the sudden and he felt tears prickling behind his closed eyelids.
Simon closed and locked the door and came to the sitting room and saw Jake standing in the middle of the room with his head bowed. As he got closer though he could hear the sobs that wracked the younger man’s body and shook his shoulders. Simon rushed to him and embraces him tight.
“Hey, hey it’s ok. I’m not really sure what is happening but it can’t be that bad” he rubbed Jake’s back through the leather jacket and in the contrary to making him better Jake started to cry in earnest. So Simon stepped back and held Jake by the shoulders and looked at his face. “Let me take off your jacket ok? And get you comfortable. Then we’ll see what’s upsetting you this much” he was talking slow as he would to a child. Jake nodded jerkily. But he let Simon take his jacket off of him. Simon threw it on the chair and held Jake by his elbow and guided him to the couch. He sat down and Simon sat next to him and took Jake's hand in his.
“Do you wanna tell me what happened?” he asked as he brushed the young man’s cheek with his thumb. Jake looked at him for the first time and Simon’s breath hitched looking at the sadness pouring off the boys eyes.
“Please make it go away” Jake said and Simon’s heart broke at the chocked voice. This was new to him. He had seen the playful side of Jake but not this vulnerable and helpless side. It appealed to his protective nature and he wanted to take care of Jake at any cost.
“What do you want me to do love? tell me anything, I’d do it?” the endearment came out unintentionally and so naturally. He was surprised at the honesty of that statement. At that moment there was nothing he wouldn’t do to make Jake feel safe and cared for.
“Make me forget everything. Take the pain away” Jake said as he put his arms around Simon and leaned his face on his shoulder. The sobbing had eased up but tears kept on falling, wetting Simon’s shirt.
“I can do that” Simon held Jake’s face in both his hands and smirked, trying to ease the tense situation. Jake smiled trough his tears and blushed beautifully. Simon’s heart gave a little happy jump at that look of complete trust and adoration and he thought ‘whoa, what was that? Isn’t it a bit too fast?’ But he had better things to do than waste time on that thought.
He kissed Jake as if nothing mattered at that moment but making him feel he was the most important thing in the world. The way Jake responded made is blood run hot like never before. It took all of 3 seconds for the sweet soft kiss to turn in to scorching and then they were pulling their clothes off as if on fire.
“We should take this to the bedroom, love. It’d be more comfortable” Simon said as he pulled Jake’s shirt off his pants.
“NO!” Simon was startled by the reply and smirked, he was making Jake forget, ‘Score’, he said as he gave a mental pat to himself.
“Ok babe, you are the boss” he dived in and pulled Jake down to the carpet, unbuckled his belt, pulled his pants and boxers all in one go. “Shit, shit, shit, boots? really? What were you thinking?” Simon was stuck at the boots and was pulling the laces off completely.
“I wasn’t thinking at all. I couldn’t. But not now, come up here!” the whiney tone was a total turn on for Simon. Jake was clawing at his shirt, panting with effort and it was so hot.
“YES, finally.. God you are never wearing these boots, ever. They are too much trouble to take off.” He said. He crawled back up Jake’s body “where were we?” he said as he dove back in to kiss Jake. The younger man moaned and pushed up against him.
“Please, please Simon now please” Jake was begging him now sobbing with need. Simon for his life had not been so turned on by someone like he was at that moment. “What do you need love? Tell me. You have to tell me what you need, I will give you what you need” he reassured Jake and he could see Jake looking at him and his eyes shine with unshed tears. “Don’t cry love, I’m here alright? I will take care of everything.” Just like that it was not all heat and lust anymore. It was more than that; it was more than just flesh and touch. It was feelings, emotions and care, Overwhelming soft touches, looking deep into each others' eyes and all consuming kisses that left both of them breathless. It was not just getting your rocks off anymore; it was way deeper, calmer, comforting and warmer. Could it be, if one wants to put a label on it, called ‘Love’?