Reacquaintance
Chapter Four
By
Angelise
Copyright October 18, 2001
{ denotes sign language }
Rafe stood in the doorway, reconsidering the decision to go back to his lover’s small apartment. { I don’t think this is a good idea. It’s already late and... Maybe I should just be going home. I’m sure Jim and Simon would highly disapprove of me being here. }
"Don’t worry. I approve of you being here and that’s the only approval you need." Jakob smiled at the older man before stripping off his shirt and sprawling across his bed. He patted the mattress.
"Come on in, Brian. I won’t bite."
The FBI agent shook his head and stepped over the threshold, closing the door behind him. "It’s not your bite I’m worried about."
Jakob laughed and scooted toward the head of the small bed, providing his visitor with a place to sit. Rafe looked at the space and then at Jakob’s mischievous grin. He wisely chose the chair next to the bed. The college student pouted, making Rafe chuckle.
Ignoring the fingers tiptoeing over his knee. Rafe faked a stern look. "I can certainly tell you’ve been raised by Sandburg. You’re way too wicked."
"I’ve learned from the best." Jakob stroked the inside of Rafe’s left inner thigh for a few seconds before leaning back against his pillows. "You wanted to talk?"
Rafe ran his fingers through his hair in a nervous gesture. His hazel eyes darkened with worry as he gazed at the handsome sophomore.
{ I’m too old for you. }
"Who says?"
{ The world. Your fathers. }
Jakob shook his head as his fingers took over the conversation momentarily. { It’s nobody’s business who I choose to fuck. } The youth reached out and gripped Rafe’s hand. { Or love. }
Rafe felt a warmth rush to his heart. { Your fathers aren’t going to like this. }
{ This? }
The FBI agent pointed at himself then at Jakob. { Us. They’re not going to approve of us being together. }
Jakob tugged insistently on Rafe’s hand. { How do you know? }
Rafe finally gave in and moved to sit beside his young lover, making sure Jakob could see his face. "I know your fathers. In fact, I know them so well, I can probably predict that they’re plotting my demise at this very moment."
Jakob laughed as he leaned forward to hug the agitated man. He pressed a kiss to Rafe’s jaw and whispered, "I’ll protect you."
Rafe rolled his eyes. "Now I know I’m in trouble."
Jakob brushed his fingers across Rafe’s smiling mouth. "My parents have great respect for you. They spoke of you often while I was growing up."
The older man nipped one of Jakob’s fingers. "It’s a whole new ballgame now."
The sophomore frowned. "What’s different now?"
"I’m not their colleague, their co-worker," Rafe explained. "I’m their son’s lover." He rubbed his hands over his face. "I’m a dead man; I just know it."
{ Does it bother you? Our age difference? } Jakob’s face turned serious, his hands conveying his uncertainty.
Rafe searched Jakob’s eyes. "Wouldn’t you rather have someone your own age as your lover? Someone who shares your interests, more in tune with the college scene?"
Jakob shook his head. "I like you, Brian. You make me feel good." The youth pointed to his heart. "In here." His eyes danced with naughtiness as he pointed to his groin. "And here."
Rafe smiled at the brazen sophomore. "There’s no words to describe how you make me feel. Damn Jakob! It’s a wonder I still have any brain cells left. Just a few hours with you and I’ve already cum twice. One time too many for this old body."
Jakob grinned widely and smoothed a hand over Rafe’s shirt, pausing to aggravate a nipple into hardness. "So you like me touching you?"
"Fuck yeah." Rafe caught a tiny glimpse of insecurity behind the youth’s smile. "Why wouldn’t I like it?"
Jakob hung his head, hiding his face. "Someone once…" The younger man straightened up, a distant look in his eyes.
Rafe cupped his lover’s cheek. "Jakob?"
{ It’s nothing. } Jakob lifted his hands to Rafe’s shirt, his fingers fiddling with the top button. "Do you want to ride with me on Sunday? I can stop by and pick you up."
Rafe groaned. "Damn. The Dinner." He watched as Jakob began to open his shirt. "Why did you have to remind me?"
Jakob leaned forward and opened his mouth over the exposed skin of Rafe’s chest. His tongue dipped into the small indentation at the base of the older man’s neck. "Maybe I can come over to your place a little early and get you into the proper mood to face the lions’ den, so to speak."
Rafe choked back a whimper as his lover’s inquisitive mouth found a nipple. The youth’s tongue teased over the small nub, courting it with a warm moisture. Clenching his jaw, Rafe tried to control the hunger in his body. He carefully tugged on Jakob’s hair and gently pulled the younger man’s mouth away from his chest before pushing him back against his pillows.
{ Wait. }
Jakob looked up as his new lover took in a shuddering breath.
{ Are you certain about this? About getting involved with me? } Rafe skimmed his fingers over Jakob’s features. "Cause if you’re doing this just to prove your manhood to your family then…"
Jakob tried to crawl into the older man’s lap but a hand to his chest stopped him. A hurt expression crossed his face and Rafe rushed in to reassure him.
{ I like you Jakob. I like you a lot. So much so I think I could very easily fall in love with you. }
A beautiful smile greeted Rafe’s words.
The older man continued. { But if you’re just fooling with me… having fun fucking the old guy… it’s best we end it now before I get too involved with you. }
Rafe pushed an errant strand of hair back into place before sinking his fingers into Jakob’s tangle of silky tresses. "What I’m trying to say is… you could hurt me really bad and I don’t know if I could handle that kind of pain. Not at this time in my life."
Jakob pulled away from Rafe and closely examined the man’s face. He then looked down at his right hand, removing an intricately carved ring of silver from his fourth finger.
"Papa Blair gave this to me on my 16th birthday. His mother gave it to him on the day of his wedding. It represents the never-ending circle of love.
The youth picked up Rafe’s hand and placed the ring on his palm, closing his fingers over it. "I know we just met but I already feel a connection with you."
Jakob smiled. "And it has nothing to do with sex."
Rafe chuckled.
Jakob leaned forward and stole a quick kiss from his dark haired lover . "It’s too soon to say where this relationship is heading but know this…" Standing up, Jakob pulled Rafe to his feet.
{ I like you, Brian Rafe. You, the man. The one who has magic in his fingers and creates beauty on a canvas. I want to get to know you. Spend time with you. }
Jakob placed his hand over Rafe’s heart. "I’m not fooling with you or using you to thumb my nose at my fathers. I don’t hurt people I care about."
He wrapped his arms around the older man’s slender waist. "And I care about you, Brian. Enough to face my fathers’ wrath on Sunday. Do you believe me now?"
Rafe breathed in deeply, filling his lungs with the scent of his new lover. He cupped Jakob’s face and kissed him softly on the lips. "I believe you."
The detective pushed the college student back down on the bed and pounced on him. "Speaking of your fathers’ wrath… shouldn’t we be making strategic battle plans for when we enter the lions’ den?"
Jakob lifted his head and latched onto Rafe’s nipple. "I work better on an empty… cock."
Rafe groaned and surrendered gracefully.
End of chapter 4
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