Page 12 of Jake

“I saw these two men on the Internet having sex. It seemed too wonderful for them. I mean, like they were really in love and all. I thought, no one would feel that way about me. I’d be lucky if you didn’t turn me away the first time I touched you. I’m not in the best of shape. I’ve been thinking about working on my body, but I’ve just been so down lately that I’ve let some things slide. Mostly how I look. Mostly because of Carol, but I’ve also been so worried at work about things. What was going to happen if they picked someone over me? Now I don’t have to worry about that any more, but it seems that something else would pop into my head to worry over. Then there is the—” Forrest said his name and nearly laughed when Jake’s mouth snapped closed. “I’m nervous. Babbling about stupid things. But I’m terrified, if you want to know the truth, that you’re going to tell me that this was a mistake. That you really aren’t my mate or something like that.”

“No, I won’t turn you away. And that was the best sex I’ve ever had. I never expected it to happen…not between us, I guess.” Jake grinned like a kid. “I’m nervous too, if you want the truth. I was sure when you sat down that you’d tell me the same thing. It wasn’t for you or something like that. Then when you took my hand in yours it was like you were saying to me that it was okay with you, this thing between the two of us. Did you really watch a video of two men?”

“Yes. I got to thinking how I knew nothing about sex with another man. And when they were coming, the two of them climaxing like they did, I did as well.” His face turned a deep shade of red. “All I could think about afterwards was how fulfilling it had been. And a huge turn on. Not watching strangers, but that I had come so hard.”

“Coming like this, with you, you have no idea how good it felt.” Jake said he had a pretty good idea. “Well, I guess you would. I can’t believe…I guess I expected we’d wait or that we’d take it slower.”

“I think that I’ve been taking things slow my whole life.” Forrest watched Jake as he got up to pace the room. “I thought about us all night. Not just sexually, though that played a big part of it, but just in other things. Getting to know each other, being with you. Did you know that when we had that dinner together the other night, I was so relaxed that I slept straight through the night? I never do that. Something always disturbs my sleep at least twice.”

“We’ll still need to take this slow. I know that I don’t care what other people think, but we both have a career to think about, as well as our families. I don’t think mine could hate me any more than they already do, but there is Carol.” Jake nodded as he continued to pace. “Your grandma will act as if this was her entire idea and that she invented homosexuality.”

“She might. I don’t know what I would have done without her over the years. She’s been a rock in my life.” Forrest told him that she was for him as well. Jake stopped moving and looked at him. “What do we do now? Do we keep meeting in secret? Do we go to out of town hotels to be together? I don’t want to, but I’m not sure that just moving in together won’t cause us some problems, like you said.”

“I think, for the time being, that wetryand take things slowly. Your divorce will be messy enough without the added drama of us.” Jake agreed. “We can meet in my offices. Or at your house. But we have to be careful. Just for now.”

“I agree. And if Carol gets wind of this, it will be spread all over the place. That she was the injured party in this. And I can see her making up stories that she caught us together in some compromising position as well.” Forrest had thought that as well. “All right. We’ll do like this, to save us both. But in the meantime, I’d very much like to take you up on that partnership. If you still think we can work together.”

“Oh yes. More than ever. I’m not sure how much actual work we’ll get done, but I think we can make a go of it.” They were both still laughing when Jenna came into the room.

“Good, I’m glad that the two of you aren’t going to let a little gossip change who you are.” She began pulling thick sandwiches out of a picnic basket as she continued. “By the way, I’ve spoken to my son. He is not any happier with me than he is with you. I told him that Carol was a bitch and that you were divorcing her. Nothing more, but I would expect him to talk to you. He seems to think you’re a fool and are going to cost him money over this. I haven’t any idea how he’s come to that conclusion, but he’s always been a bastard in my book. I wanted to tell him your bed was your concern now, but I didn’t. I can hold a secret no matter how much I want to spill the beans. Especially to him. Who would have thought I could have had such a son? Not me, that’s for sure.”

Forrest thought that his life from now on was going to be epic. And happy. There was no doubt that he’d have to keep on his toes with these two; and more than that, he’d never be lonely again. Now if he could just get home to show Jake how to properly make love he’d be content. And the rest of the world could go straight to fucking hell.

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Thomas made his way to the bar he frequented. It was also the place where he did his best work. He had things he needed to get done soon, but without the funds to do so, he was at a standstill. Three men, all of them dressed in business suits and drinking beer, caught his attention as soon as he walked in. They were as good as any place to start, he thought. Men like them wouldn’t know what hit them when he started his little game.

Smiling, he thought about Forrest. He was as good as dead now. It had been his plan only to wound him. But the longer he’d had to sit there, waiting for the prick to come home, the more violent his plans had become.

Forrest had been royally pissed when he’d found out about the little things that Thomas had taken from him. And rightly so, he supposed. Thomas had had a good laugh over each piece of shit he’d taken every time he’d gone to his fence. And how he’d been able to take about five grand worth of his shit before he noticed.

Little things really, nothing that was big enough to be glaring, but take them he had. Then the fucking bank had ruined it all for him, too soon for him to get the real payoff. Pictures of them together for blackmail, cleaning out the account that he knew was right there for the taking. Thomas wanted to find that guy and make him pay as well. But Forrest had called in a couple of favors. Thomas saw that the banker and his family were being watched over too closely for his tastes; he’d been jumped and left him alone. For now, anyway.

He was sure it had been Forrest that had done that too. There wasn’t any conversation when he’d been shadowed after leaving the bar that night. Just three men shoving him into a dark alley then beating him to shit. They left him there, curled up in a ball and bleeding. It was what had prompted him into going after Forrest and making him pay for all that he’d lost.

They’d broken his arm in two places, as well as several ribs, so it had been hard on him, going out to the field where Forrest went on occasion. But the worse part of it was, they’d messed up his face. Thomas took pride in how his face looked. Right now he was sporting nineteen stitches in his lip, forty over his left eye, and thirteen along his cheek. He was a mess and he knew it.

Vinny, the bartender, knew him and set a tall glass of what was basically colored water in front of him. It was nothing more than water with cherry juice and a squeeze of lime in it. But it resembled a tall drink and that was what he was going for. Props, he called them, to look the part of a man who knew his way around a bar.

When one of the men that he had targeted came to the bar for drinks, Thomas nodded. He wasn’t going to move in just yet. As far as he could tell, these men were in for a while and he was going to take his time to peel them off from the pack, so to speak. There were three of them, and all he could think about was the other night when he’d been hurt. Safety in a single man, not a trio of them. Though the thought of the four of them together made his dick stretch.

“How you doing?” The man only nodded, saying that he was fine. As he moved away, taking his beers with him, Thomas motioned for Vinny. “I need your help again. I’ll give you all the cash they have on them for some help separating them for me.”

“Nah, I’m done with you.” Thomas thought he was kidding and told him that he’d give him the goods if he’d put them in the glasses. “No, seriously. I’m done doing this work for you. Ain’t worth the money.”

“You can’t be done with me. Damn it, we have a good thing going here.” Vinny just shrugged. “What happened? The money not good enough for you now, or do you have another partner in this? The boss, he giving you shit again? I told you I’d help you out. I can send a little more your way if you need it.” Vinny told him it wasn’t that. “Then what? You can’t just leave me hanging, buddy. I need you.”

“Ever hear of a firm by the name of Winslow and Winslow?” Thomas said that he’d not had the pleasure. “I hadn’t either until yesterday. This guy rolls on in here and tells me straight up if I help you in any way, even if it’s to lend you a quarter to make a police call, he’d come back here and shut me down so fast that I won’t even have the cash from the register. And for some reason I don’t think he was talking about the bar, but me. I don’t need that kind of shit coming my way. I have a family.”

“That’s bullshit. Why does he give a shit if you help a man out? Not to mention, how the fuck did he find out? You talking again, Vinny?” He said that he wasn’t but the guy knew things. “What sort of things? I’m betting it was that lover of yours who told if you didn’t. There is no way he’d know anything unless someone shared shit.”

“Wasn’t that. But he knew the drug that you gave me to put in the drinks of the patrons you wanted to hit. That’s what he called them too, patrons. He said that you came in here, targeted a man or two, then I’d drug them. Then we’d take them out back, fuck them a little, then we’d leave them for the rats to pick over.” Vinny looked around as if he expected this guy to pop out of the woodwork. “Then he showed me pictures. Of us. You and me beating the shit out of one of these guys then taking their goods. I don’t need any shit, Thomas. And I can’t lose my job. I need this thing.”

Vinny moved away from him as if he was afraid of catching some disease. This wasn’t right. Who the fuck did this guy think he was, messing with his livelihood? He was going to have a talk with this firm and see what the hell their problem was. Pulling out his phone to find out what he could, he looked up the company of Winslow and Winslow.

They were an investment group. A man and woman owned the place, more than likely fat rich fucks that hated gays as much as most of the world. Jenna and Jake Winslow were out to change the world, the column said about them. They were making a difference in a great many lives, and helping the underprivileged as well as the downtrodden.

“Fuck that shit.” As he skimmed through the rest of the article that was dated last year, he wondered if they were the ones that had had him beaten up. “More than likely hired some shit to do it for them. Hell of a way they help the underprivileged, by taking their jobs from them.”