Chapter 14
The two men laid in each other's arms, clothed. It has been a long day for both of them and all they wanted was to sleep together, it was peaceful. Save for the overbearing weight of guilt that pressed against the older man's consciousness, which is why even at 3 am he was still awake. Pondering over his life choices up to this point.
The thing nobody ever knew about was that Andrew has met the boy when they were children, it was a small encounter but he was enthralled the moment he saw him. Gorgeous, innocent eyes stared into him, child-life and playful. His face was angelic compared to his, which was always frowning when he was young. That was the only time Andrew saw the boy throughout his childhood, yet he found himself dreaming about him every day while growing up. Imagining what he would look like, how they could've been friends, what would happen if they indeed became friends.
Then the second time was when Andrew was out on a drug run, he came across him once again. The fair-skinned Jacob and his angelic face, out and about with normal friends smiling and laughing. Oh, how Andrew envied to be his friend. He imagined being his friend, slowly warming up to him till he would finally ask if they could go on a date. Maybe they could've gone to prom together, a school fair or a carnival. He wanted it all to be like that, dreamed to have grown up with the boy.
And now, he was still regretting a lot. What would've been if maybe he just sought out a job and saved a hefty amount to live next door to him? Pretend to be a kind, helping, and dashing neighbor. Slowly seducing him with his subtle advances and when he's sure that Jacob is falling for him, he'll scoop him in his arms and take him.
But fantasies are only just that, fantasies. Nobody could change the fact that Andrew chose to be involved in this kind of life. He chose to not approach Jacob for the fear that his plans might get ruined. A lot of his regrets are stemmed from the choices he was forced to make, just for the sake of revenge, for the sake of his dear father.
Jacob
I woke up in the warm embrace of Andrew, I've been getting used to waking up like this. And if I was being completely honest with myself, I would say that I even prefer waking up like this. I feel so ecstatic, so alive just by being held close to him as he's doing right now. His muscles were impressive, firm and were hugged tightly the by thin fabric of his shirt. I tried to become buff before and it did work, barely. I had a thin body with also small muscles. After a while, I just gave up so I grew tall and muscle-less. Even if I did grow tall, Andrew's height is also impressive. I looked up at him, he looks so at peace, so gentle and innocent like this. If it weren't for his body, I wouldn't even think he was a leader of a notorious syndicate.
Andrew
I can feel him squirming in my arms, making little movement, to try and not wake me, it was adorable. I felt his soft hand rest on my face and then it was gone. Moving to the arms that I had around him, he traced the intricate design of the tattoos that I have amassed over a period of time. It all meant something, save for the few that I have around my hips. I rolled on top of him, he looked shocked and I smirked down from on top of him.
"You were admiring me?" I asked teasingly, loving the way his face turn a dark shade of red at the comment.
"It's hard not to," He said, one of his hands unwound itself from my neck, dragging slowly, towards my chest. "Look at how amazingly sculpted you are," down my pecs and abdomen, excruciatingly slow as if he's waiting for me to stop him. Like he doesn't know that if it's him, I'll let him do anything. "How soft but at the same time, hard everything is," he did it, he got low enough and squeezed gently where his hands were placed upon.
"You're playing with fire here babe, I just might take you here and now," I said burying my face in the crook of his neck, biting softly, kissing, and licking. Accidentally leaving a few marks, oh well happy accidents.
"Why don't you?" He had this cocky, arrogant and sultry look on his face that made me want to completely ravish him.
I stopped at that, surprised at how confident he sounded. Knowing what happened in that abandoned building, what happened with Jack and his filthy hand grabbing and groping Jacob in ways that only I should. I pulled back and looked at him completely, he looked the same way he sounded.
"Are you sure?" I asked placing my palm on the side of his head, loving the way he just leans into my touch. "I mean, we shouldn't rush things," I said, I've been waiting for so long, I couldn't care less if we do it right now with the whole house hearing us. But I want it to be his call, for it to happen when he's sure of it and when he's completely ready.
"Yeah, yeah," He said, and there's that look that I knew so well by now, the fear and the vulnerability. I leaned down, capturing his soft pink lips in mine. Dancing with each other to a soft tune, like lovers in an embrace so soft for they fear the other might disappear from their arms.
"Babe, don't rush yourself, I'll wait for you, I'll wait till you're ready. Even if it takes forever," I said, hugging him close to me, using my elbows to support both of our weights.
"Yeah, I-I'm sorry about that," Jacob said chuckling, pertaining to the tent poking out of my boxer shorts.
"It's nothing, I'll just shower or something. Now, why don't you get ready, I'm taking you to your father remember?" I said kissing his cheek, getting up away from him. He was wearing my shirt, it looked so big on him. Since that specific shirt is quite big on me, it was completely engulfing him. After our intense make-out session last night, the least he could bother with was to get a shirt of his own. Seeing him like that, on my bed, made me want to ravish him immediately. But I held myself back.
I didn't shower, I rubbed it out.
Jacob
I stepped out of the car.
"I'll wait for you right here," Andrew said leaning up and puckering his lips. I laughed at him before bending down and pecking it quickly, hurrying away before he can ask for more.Looking at the mansion as it stood before me, it's presence as threatening as viper's measly warehouse. Though the two look completely different, the menace and dread it inflicts of the people who stare at it , are no different. The large, wooden double-doors are still the same as always. Mother does hate change, she wants everything to stay as she wants it to be. Which is the reason why I stopped trying to make her pay attention to me at the age of 10. She never really cared and I just simply learn to not bother as well.
I knocked on the door and the house butler, Euston, answered it for me.
"Oh! Master Jacob! It's good to see you here," E said bowing, which I waved and told him not to do anymore. You see, compared to how my parents treat the house helpers, I treat them like how they should. Like they're actually human. Mother and father look at them as if they were made and are only living to serve others, which is why I'm so bewildered that E has stayed with us for so long.
"Good to see you too E, where's my father?" I asked the house was eerily quiet, there were little to no lights in the house, the fireplace that father used to keep open the whole day, emitted no light nor heat. It was only damp ash. The chandeliers in the common room and the main entrance were closed, the lights on the staircase were also shut down, it was a drastic difference from how my dad would usually like the place.
"He's out sir, but he said he's going to be back in a few hours," E said not completely looking me in the eye.
"Alright, then I'm just gonna have to wait till he gets back," I said already making my way back to Andrew's car, only to find him dozing off, the seat reclined a bit with the windows having a tiny opening. I knocked against the window, startling him awake.
"You done?" He let the window, speaking to me with that rare but dazzling smile he always has.
"Not yet, my father's out. So I'm going to wait for him," I said and Andrew seemed to mull everything in his head for a moment. He then turned the engine off with a determined look on his face.
"I'll keep you company," He stepped out of the car and took my hand in his as he led both of us to the mansion. He was quiet the whole time as we sat in the common room couches, waiting for the arrival of my father. E served us snacks and refreshments, catering to the other household chores after he did so. It was quiet, they must've all went out. The house was also short-staffed, the last I was here, we had 8 maids going around and doing their separate work. But as I counted so far, only 3 maids were working. Were they fired or maybe the work rotations changed, I don't know. Andrew also stayed quiet beside me, his eyes scanning the room like a hawk. He would get up from time to time, looking inside bookcases, or outside the window, maybe he was trying to calm his nerves. He never did like my father. I, on the other hand, tolerate my father. He has questionable decisions and sometimes he's infuriating to be around with. But, as I said time and time again, you only get one father.
Suddenly, the three maids were rushing around like fish out of water. The fireplace was lit again, the chandeliers, on and beautiful. The mansion looked like how I remembered it back then. My dad entered through the double doors, accompanied by a tall, old man. He was much taller and bulkier than my father but they look to be around the same age. Behind them is a snobbish looking Lizzy, who, gave me one look, and was immediately dashing towards me.
"Ugh! Baby!" She had her arms around me once again, I tried to push her gently but that was proving to be very difficult. "I missed you so much! I literally had the most boring day, like, ever. But now that you're here, I feel much better!" She said hugging me tighter.
"Okay, please stop," I said taking a hold of her hands and prying them off my neck. When that proved to be difficult, Andrew decided to take the matter into his own hand. He gripped the girl's hand in a vice-like grip, making her screech in pain.
"He said to let him go," his tone was venomous as he released Lizzy's hand, his force so strong she stumbled before regaining her balance.
"WHAT DID YOU JUST DO TO MY DAUGHTER?!" The father was tall, yes, but since he was slouching, because of the age, he looked much shorter than he is, making Andrew the tallest and most dominating out of everyone who stood in that living room.
"Training a dog to not touch what's not theirs."
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