Title:Are we having fun yet?
Author:saltwatergirl
Rating:R
When Jake came around there was
blood in his mouth coppery and tangy. His hands were tightly bounded behind him
to the chair. His fingers were numb and rope held his wrists together. His hair
was wet from his own sweat and the humidity of the room, causing hair to cling
to his head and fore head in a clammy hug. The dryness in his throat forced him
to swallow to ease the sensation. He groaned in the semi-darkness a barely
audio able sound. Duct tape placed over his mouth clanged to his lips so no
coherent sound could escape his lips. His jaw ached,
the pain was trickily pulses that surrounded his whole jaw. It's broken
he thought. The bastard broke my jaw. Beads of sweat run down his hair
line and for a moment stood suspended at his jaw then dripped to his denim-ed
clad lap. His feet were bare, his shoes had been removed. He
moved his neck to relieve the tension.
"Aa-ah I see you're awake," Heath's voice
came direct behind him, Jake shoulders tensed involuntary. Heath was sitting
two meters away up against the wall behind him, he got staking towards him.
Jake could only hear his approaching footsteps. Heath now stood behind him,
then he grabbed Jake's head by the hair forcing it back leaning over and
smiling in his face. "So here we are mate," his voice was low in a
controlled whisper. Letting go of Jake's head he walked around the chair to
face him. That was then Jake got to see him. Heath reached in his pocket to
take something out, Jake could not make it out until Heath flicked it open in a
flash of slivery light - it was a compact hunting knife the type they had on
set of Broke back Mountain. Heath took the knife pressing it to Jake throat."You know I could cut you open with one swoop
or even better yet knife you in the back, just like you knife me," he said
trailing it across Jake's neck in a playful motion- with dead seriousness in
his dark eyes. He was breathing hard. He placed the blade against Jake's
tee-shirt, starting at the nape of his throat and began to cut the tee-shirt
open. The blade did not make a sound as it move through the black cotton. The
former tee-shirt open on Jake arms. Heath began on the
arms.
"What is it, you want me to stop?" he said giving Jake a mocking
smile "well ...er...no, I'm having too much fun
mate," he paused the knife on Jake's bare torso as if he was about too cut
open his jeans. Heath stopped using it to cut off his own tee-shirt. He was
lean and muscular with no visible tan lines, leaning towards Jake's ear. "Okay
Jake one question one answer, I need to know why you turned your back on me,
acting like Canada
didn't happen," he said pulling off the duct tape.
"My jaw is broken"
"Wrong answer!" said Heath "It's badly bruised not broken,"
He placed his hand under Jake's chin. "I want you to look me in the eyes
and tell me you don't want it"
Jake shifted his gaze he closed his eyes remembering Canada..
***********
Jake sat stiffly on Heath's bed starring off into space. Heath stood by the
dressing table taking off his shirt, he looked up and their eyes met in the
mirror. Jake smiled laying back on the bed and closing his eyes, his dark hair
a stark contrast to the white linen. He wore only his briefs.
"Jake?”
"Yes Heath?"
"You're awake?"
"Mm mm,"
Heath walked briskly to the foot of the bed and crouched by it, he touched
Jake's feet not saying a word. He paused then climbed the bed kneeling over the
horizontal Jake.
"Jake I..."
"I know me too."
Jake tried to sit up. "Ssh lean back,"
Heath said . His voice was husky, it got like that
when he was earnest or sleepy or aroused. He slid off Jake's briefs
, pressing his face to Jake's torso.
"Jake is this okay is this what you want?"
"I want you," Jake said he was trembling he could feel Heath's
breathe against his naval, he arched his back his breath came in shallow gasps.
************
"Fuck," said Jake as Heath slapped him on the face.
"Mate I'm taking to you look at me,"
"Heath I don't know want you want from me, what happened in Canada I
barely remember it, I mean I had just broken up with Kirsten, I was so messed
up, confused half the time, I didn't know what I was doing - accept it."
"No!" said Heath unbuckling his pants "You accept
it," He straddled Jake's lap reaching behind him to untie the rope that
held Jake's wrist. Once Jake had his hands free he pulled Heath nearer causing
them to topple backwards on to the floor. Heath's weight bared down on him,
Jake recovered from the fall, using he weight to roll Heath on his back pining
him down, his hard on pressing against Heath's belly. Heath looked up at at Jake's cloudy-blue eyes. He pulled Jake by the neck.
They kissed. Both had their eyes open. Are we having fun yet? They both
thought.
The end.
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