Fic: How to Get to Home
Title: How to Get to Home
Pairing: Van/Jake
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,753
Warning: RPS with a teeny bit of angst I think.
Disclaimer: Everything you are about to read is not real. Fiction, kids. Which means I'm just one big liar. So no offense meant and ohmygod don't sue, plz! I kinda like my things and want to keep them, kthanx.
Summary: Jake learns where home really is.
Notes: This is a remix of sweetiejelly's amazing drabble Directions that was inspired by this photo of Jake. Normally you should never, EVER touch another author's words without asking first but I know Ronnie well enough to know that this would be okay. So I kept it a surprise. Thank you in advance for this and for inspiring me to finally sit down and write my first full-length RPS piece. ♥
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“Fuck you, Hansis.”
“I don’t put out on the first date,” Van says, his eyes burning into Jake’s while his expression holds steadfast. Jake cocks his head to the side for a brief moment, a little unsure at the change of tone, until Van erupts in a fit of laughter and Jake allows a small smile to break on his lips.
While his stomach coils slowly into a tighter knot.
*
Jake is antsy. He’s hungry and tired and his head feels like a giant elephant decided to park itself on top and sleep off its own hangover. They should’ve finished a hour ago but then the photographer changed his mind and wanted to wait till the sun was breaking in the background to get some more shots. Which means he now has to wait for a goddamn ball of fire to move until he can go home. Whose stupid fucking idea was this whole thing again?
He shifts in his position, pulling himself upright while stretching his back out, trying to break the tension that has resided there all day. He keeps wondering when things changed. When he started wanting something that was … more. He had been fine for so long, comfortable even. And then this ache crept into the pit of his stomach and stayed there, taunting him, reminding him of things that would never be.
Just then a shadow washes over his eyes and he looks up to see the photographer’s assistant in his view. She’s got jet-black hair, a pair of Buddy Holly thick glasses are hanging off her nose while her tattoo sleeves are covered in deep purple roses and Chinese lettering. She offers up a sweet, almost apologetic smile and tells him they are just about ready before being summoned back to go get another lens from the van on the street below.
Thank fucking god.
*
“So, you want another beer?” Van asks as he gets up from the sofa and starts to head towards the kitchen.
“Uh, yeah. Sure.” More Dutch courage might not be such a bad thing. “And hey while you’re there grab the bakery box on the counter next to the toaster, will ya? I need to get this curry taste out of mouth.”
Van comes back and tosses the box on the coffee table before handing one of the bottles to Jake. “You know, that’s not the only way to cleanse your mouth,” he almost growls as he leans down, chilled fingers ghosting over Jake’s. He smirks a little, the tease shining through, and Jake rolls his eyes while trying to ignore the flash of electricity that shoots through his whole body at the mere suggestion. “Jesus, Silbermann. Lighten the fuck up,” Van scoffs as he sinks into the cushions next to him.
Jake looks back at the TV and fills his throat with the frothy amber before swallowing thickly.
*
“Turn a bit towards me, now. That’s it. That’s it. Hold it!”
He does what he is told, following the photographer’s directions perfectly. No questions mean he can get out of there faster. The time of day leads to a faint breeze whispering around them and he can feel the air push up under his shirt in the back. It cools the flush against his skin as he stays still, the heat of the bulbs flashing away.
“Good, good. Now give me a sexy smolder.” Is this douche serious? Jake doesn’t know whether to laugh or tell him to go fuck off. But instead he just bites down on his tongue and plays his part, eyes focusing ahead, trying to remember to keep his neck long and his body slouched.
His mind starts to wander as the rapid clicking turns into white noise, swallowing his thoughts.
*
Van’s talking a mile a minute, hands flying in every direction, as he explains his take on the Sookie Stackhouse character and what all this means for HBO. Jake is trying to listen, really. He loves when Van goes off on one of his tangents, his passion clearly bleeding through all the jumble of words that pour out of him. But Van has been eating a piece of biscotti in-between this entire rapid-fire breakdown and it’s been well, distracting. He keeps bringing it to his lips and gently sucking until the Italian treat softens enough that it easily breaks off into his mouth. Jake’s eyes keep flicking downwards to watch that perfect bow wrap around something long and hard and he can feel his throat go dry. He darts his tongue out of the corner of his mouth and runs it slowly along his bottom lip trying to pull some moisture back in when he feels the weight next to him start to lift up.
“So, I think I should get going. I’ve got that early call in the morning and you have the photo shoot, right?”
Jake just stares up at Van not saying anything. So many words struggle to leave but keep dying deep in his throat. Want you. Want us. Want to have it all.
“Hey, hey. What’s wrong?” Van asks, softness in his voice that smoothes over all the teasing and shit talking they’ve been playing with all night.
Jake suddenly grabs at Van’s wrist, his thumb connecting with the pulse point and starts to brush back and forth over it ever so faintly. “Stay.” The word comes out hoarsely and more of a question than a demand.
“Jake …”
“I know.”
“We talked about this.”
“I know.”
“We both agreed that we couldn’t keep doing -“
“I know, I know,” his voice coming out smaller now. Jake looks up from continuing to brush against Van’s wrist and straight into his eyes. “Please.” Just once more.
He feels Van take a small, hesitant step forward and the tendon relax underneath his thumb and takes that as a yes. He pulls him down into his lap until thighs straddle over him and their bodies connect. Jake quickly crashes his mouth against Van’s, slipping his tongue in and letting the flavor of anise connect with the wet warmth being passed between them. His hands push up underneath Van’s shirt and start clutching at any skin he can reach, his nails clawing along the outline of hard muscle. He can feel the moan at the back of his throat push through as he dives in deeper, hips starting to grind up into the heat of denim.
They break apart for a moment and Jake starts to run his tongue along the curve of Van’s ear while continuing to rock them both ever so slightly, the burn of the friction hard in his lap. His hands slide down and cup Van’s ass, squeezing it gently. “Fuck, Jake,” Van whispers as Jake works down his neck, kissing and scraping teeth as he goes.
“So, you think I can get you to put out now?” Jake mutters in-between sucking a bruise above Van’s collarbone and smiles into the sullied purple mark. He goes to swipe his tongue over the bitten skin when suddenly he feels fingers pull hard at his hair and lift him up till he is staring back at Van’s face. Jake widens his smile to a full out toothy grin.
“Oh, I’ll put out all right.” Van smirks, his dimples exaggerating, and there is a quick flash of pain that pierces through Jake’s heart for a moment knowing that light in Van’s face is more for their fucking than for him. Not real. Not mine. He pushes that swiftly aside as Van lowers his forehead to his, the hitch in his breath sailing over Jake’s overheated skin and almost purrs, “And I’ll get you to scream,” as he reaches up underneath Jake’s shirt and tweaks his nipple.
Jake’s cock jumps and he feels every nerve in his body tighten as he takes a sharp intake of air in. “You’re such a little shit, Hansis.”
Van just laughs again. “I know.”
*
“Perfect. I think we got it!”
Jake lets out an audible sigh and goes to move off the chair. He can’t wait to get off this roof and back down on solid ground. And not seeing a camera lens anytime soon again would be fucking awesome as well.
He’s getting his stuff together when that tatted up assistant from before taps him on the shoulder. She’s smiling again in that sweet, calm way and Jake wonders how she can handle working for such an ass of a boss and keep that soothing air about her. “Hey, a bunch of us are heading over to that little Mexican place a couple streets over. How ‘bout a beer and some carne asada?” she asks as she pushes her glasses back up and shifts her weight back and forth on her heels.
Jake forces a tired smile back and just shakes his head a little. “Nah, thanks though but I think I just want to head home.”
He turns and finishes getting his things before heading to the stairwell. Even though it’s going to be alone, he thinks. When he had woken up that morning, limbs tangled in damp sheets with his body slack and wrapped around a pillow, he had found himself alone in bed like he always did after he and Van got together. No mornings after. And that’s when he remembered why he had agreed to stop their little fuck buddies routine when Van had talked to him about it a few weeks ago. He was tired of waking up alone, tired of not having anyone to come home to at night. He not only wanted the sex but he wanted to have the next day with him as well. And that wasn’t going to happen.
He glances up as the sun disappears over the skyline and night starts to fall in, shining black with the stars cracking into the scene like broken glass. And he starts to head home. Alone.
*
Jake’s watching Van’s mouth again. His eyes are fixed on the way Van is wrapped around his cock, taking him in and out in such a slow, steady way. Such a fucking tease. He’s trying not to beg, trying not to thrust deeper into those beautiful swollen lips that are stretched and pink and all for him. His, at least, for right now. But his hips are writhing and want so desperately to arch up off the brown microsuede underneath him. He tries to find purchase on the cushions that surround him and then finally settles for fisting his own shirt between his fingers. Grabs at the plaid covering his stomach and pulls at it.
“Christ, Van,” Jake whimpers, his dick lying thick on Van’s tongue. Van suddenly hollows out his cheeks and opens the back of his throat taking Jake all the way in one swift move. Jake has to start gnawing on his bottom lip to keep from coming undone. He sees Van smile a bit around his cock as his eyes start to water at the corners with his mouth so full. He is flushed and his hair is damp with sweat, glistening his skin into this sheen that makes him almost glow. Strands sweep in front of his eyes and it takes all Jake’s strength not to reach out and gently push them aside. That’s not what this is, he keeps reminding himself. Just fucking.
Van’s eyes cast upward as he pulls off with a wet slide and Jake lets out a soft whine at the sudden loss of warmth. Van lays a quick kiss to the swollen head and another one to the inside of Jake’s thigh as he gets up off his knees and stands up. Jake just stares, licking his lips as Van steps out of jeans, his cock tight and curling up against the soft hair on his belly and he wonders why on earth they ever agreed to stop doing this.
“Hey, I didn’t get to scream yet,” Jake pouts, his stomach quivering from all the tension that is building and stretching him wide.
Van reaches into the side table and retrieves the lube and condoms that are left over from their last time and shoots him a look. “You think you’re funny, huh?”
“That’s what everyone keeps telling me.” Jake smiles as he takes the condom from Van’s hand and he feels him settle back down in his lap. His head starts to get hazy watching Van slick up his fingers and reach around and he grunts a little as Van starts to shift, canting up slightly to prepare himself. His eyes close and head falls back, his mouthing opening wider to let out a deeper moan each time he pulls himself further apart. Jake thinks he’s never looked more beautiful.
Van opens his eyes again and withdraws his fingers and Jake takes that as a sign and rolls the condom on and slicks himself up. Van helps guide him back and a few heavy breaths later he is fully seated on Jake’s cock, the tightness burning though Jake so sharp he feels like he might snap.
Van reaches out and grips the back of the couch behind Jake, arms on either side of him, fingers scraping the plush cushions as he lowers his head and forces a gravelly whisper into Jake’s ear. “Gotta ride you to do that.” He starts to fuck himself down on Jake’s cock and Jake feels like he just swallowed his tongue. Jesus. He jerks up to meet every thrust down Van is giving him, moves his fingers to clutch at the curve of hipbones so hard he knows he’ll leave a mark. He smiles inside at that thought. Now mine. They start to move faster, each of them settles into a steady rhythm. Van’s panting now, gritty sounds leaving his mouth that cause Jake’s toes to curl. He releases his grip and moves to slide his hand around Van’s cock, stroking him frantically, the pulse vibrating though his fingers.
“Almost… fuck, come on,” Van gasps out and slams down even harder. His eyes are blown wide and he is coming, ribbons of white coating Jake’s hand. That look Van gives is all it takes and with one more thrust up Jake releases, deep into the condom, a small scream on his lips as he buries his face in the crook of Van’s neck biting down to muffle his cries. He’s panting and lays a small, open-mouthed kiss to the sting so gently he’s not sure Van notices as he comes down from his orgasm, and continues to move through each aftershock.
They stay like this, connected, for a moment longer than they really need to. Their eyes lock a bit and Jake just feels warm all over. He could stay like this forever. Then it all starts to go away as Van moves and suddenly Jake feels empty, cold. And when Van bends over and kisses his cheek and whispers in his ear that he told him so all Jake can feel is that ache return throughout and burn into his gut.
*
Jake struggles with his key and finally gets the damn thing into the lock and opens his front door, slamming it behind him. He throws his stuff next to the entryway table and heads into the living room and stops in his tracks.
He sees Van sitting on his sofa looking tired and scruffy and fucking more gorgeous than a guy really should. Jake’s brows knit into confusion as he starts asking questions. “Van, what are you doing here? Did you forget something? And how did you get in anyway?”
Van holds up Jake’s spare set of keys and jiggles them a little. “I still had these from your trip out of town last month so I let myself in. I hope that’s okay. And, um, I just … well the thing is I got out from a long, shitty day at the studio and all I wanted to do was go home and somehow I ended up here instead. I just needed to see you.” He gets up as he is talking to hand Jake the keys.
Jake raises his hand a bit. “No, um, why don’t you hold on to those, k?”
Van’s face lights up, the corners of his eyes going soft as he smiles, and suddenly Jake’s ache is gone and his body warms knowing this time it's just for him.
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Pairing: Van/Jake
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,753
Warning: RPS with a teeny bit of angst I think.
Disclaimer: Everything you are about to read is not real. Fiction, kids. Which means I'm just one big liar. So no offense meant and ohmygod don't sue, plz! I kinda like my things and want to keep them, kthanx.
Summary: Jake learns where home really is.
Notes: This is a remix of sweetiejelly's amazing drabble Directions that was inspired by this photo of Jake. Normally you should never, EVER touch another author's words without asking first but I know Ronnie well enough to know that this would be okay. So I kept it a surprise. Thank you in advance for this and for inspiring me to finally sit down and write my first full-length RPS piece. ♥
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“Fuck you, Hansis.”
“I don’t put out on the first date,” Van says, his eyes burning into Jake’s while his expression holds steadfast. Jake cocks his head to the side for a brief moment, a little unsure at the change of tone, until Van erupts in a fit of laughter and Jake allows a small smile to break on his lips.
While his stomach coils slowly into a tighter knot.
*
Jake is antsy. He’s hungry and tired and his head feels like a giant elephant decided to park itself on top and sleep off its own hangover. They should’ve finished a hour ago but then the photographer changed his mind and wanted to wait till the sun was breaking in the background to get some more shots. Which means he now has to wait for a goddamn ball of fire to move until he can go home. Whose stupid fucking idea was this whole thing again?
He shifts in his position, pulling himself upright while stretching his back out, trying to break the tension that has resided there all day. He keeps wondering when things changed. When he started wanting something that was … more. He had been fine for so long, comfortable even. And then this ache crept into the pit of his stomach and stayed there, taunting him, reminding him of things that would never be.
Just then a shadow washes over his eyes and he looks up to see the photographer’s assistant in his view. She’s got jet-black hair, a pair of Buddy Holly thick glasses are hanging off her nose while her tattoo sleeves are covered in deep purple roses and Chinese lettering. She offers up a sweet, almost apologetic smile and tells him they are just about ready before being summoned back to go get another lens from the van on the street below.
Thank fucking god.
*
“So, you want another beer?” Van asks as he gets up from the sofa and starts to head towards the kitchen.
“Uh, yeah. Sure.” More Dutch courage might not be such a bad thing. “And hey while you’re there grab the bakery box on the counter next to the toaster, will ya? I need to get this curry taste out of mouth.”
Van comes back and tosses the box on the coffee table before handing one of the bottles to Jake. “You know, that’s not the only way to cleanse your mouth,” he almost growls as he leans down, chilled fingers ghosting over Jake’s. He smirks a little, the tease shining through, and Jake rolls his eyes while trying to ignore the flash of electricity that shoots through his whole body at the mere suggestion. “Jesus, Silbermann. Lighten the fuck up,” Van scoffs as he sinks into the cushions next to him.
Jake looks back at the TV and fills his throat with the frothy amber before swallowing thickly.
*
“Turn a bit towards me, now. That’s it. That’s it. Hold it!”
He does what he is told, following the photographer’s directions perfectly. No questions mean he can get out of there faster. The time of day leads to a faint breeze whispering around them and he can feel the air push up under his shirt in the back. It cools the flush against his skin as he stays still, the heat of the bulbs flashing away.
“Good, good. Now give me a sexy smolder.” Is this douche serious? Jake doesn’t know whether to laugh or tell him to go fuck off. But instead he just bites down on his tongue and plays his part, eyes focusing ahead, trying to remember to keep his neck long and his body slouched.
His mind starts to wander as the rapid clicking turns into white noise, swallowing his thoughts.
*
Van’s talking a mile a minute, hands flying in every direction, as he explains his take on the Sookie Stackhouse character and what all this means for HBO. Jake is trying to listen, really. He loves when Van goes off on one of his tangents, his passion clearly bleeding through all the jumble of words that pour out of him. But Van has been eating a piece of biscotti in-between this entire rapid-fire breakdown and it’s been well, distracting. He keeps bringing it to his lips and gently sucking until the Italian treat softens enough that it easily breaks off into his mouth. Jake’s eyes keep flicking downwards to watch that perfect bow wrap around something long and hard and he can feel his throat go dry. He darts his tongue out of the corner of his mouth and runs it slowly along his bottom lip trying to pull some moisture back in when he feels the weight next to him start to lift up.
“So, I think I should get going. I’ve got that early call in the morning and you have the photo shoot, right?”
Jake just stares up at Van not saying anything. So many words struggle to leave but keep dying deep in his throat. Want you. Want us. Want to have it all.
“Hey, hey. What’s wrong?” Van asks, softness in his voice that smoothes over all the teasing and shit talking they’ve been playing with all night.
Jake suddenly grabs at Van’s wrist, his thumb connecting with the pulse point and starts to brush back and forth over it ever so faintly. “Stay.” The word comes out hoarsely and more of a question than a demand.
“Jake …”
“I know.”
“We talked about this.”
“I know.”
“We both agreed that we couldn’t keep doing -“
“I know, I know,” his voice coming out smaller now. Jake looks up from continuing to brush against Van’s wrist and straight into his eyes. “Please.” Just once more.
He feels Van take a small, hesitant step forward and the tendon relax underneath his thumb and takes that as a yes. He pulls him down into his lap until thighs straddle over him and their bodies connect. Jake quickly crashes his mouth against Van’s, slipping his tongue in and letting the flavor of anise connect with the wet warmth being passed between them. His hands push up underneath Van’s shirt and start clutching at any skin he can reach, his nails clawing along the outline of hard muscle. He can feel the moan at the back of his throat push through as he dives in deeper, hips starting to grind up into the heat of denim.
They break apart for a moment and Jake starts to run his tongue along the curve of Van’s ear while continuing to rock them both ever so slightly, the burn of the friction hard in his lap. His hands slide down and cup Van’s ass, squeezing it gently. “Fuck, Jake,” Van whispers as Jake works down his neck, kissing and scraping teeth as he goes.
“So, you think I can get you to put out now?” Jake mutters in-between sucking a bruise above Van’s collarbone and smiles into the sullied purple mark. He goes to swipe his tongue over the bitten skin when suddenly he feels fingers pull hard at his hair and lift him up till he is staring back at Van’s face. Jake widens his smile to a full out toothy grin.
“Oh, I’ll put out all right.” Van smirks, his dimples exaggerating, and there is a quick flash of pain that pierces through Jake’s heart for a moment knowing that light in Van’s face is more for their fucking than for him. Not real. Not mine. He pushes that swiftly aside as Van lowers his forehead to his, the hitch in his breath sailing over Jake’s overheated skin and almost purrs, “And I’ll get you to scream,” as he reaches up underneath Jake’s shirt and tweaks his nipple.
Jake’s cock jumps and he feels every nerve in his body tighten as he takes a sharp intake of air in. “You’re such a little shit, Hansis.”
Van just laughs again. “I know.”
*
“Perfect. I think we got it!”
Jake lets out an audible sigh and goes to move off the chair. He can’t wait to get off this roof and back down on solid ground. And not seeing a camera lens anytime soon again would be fucking awesome as well.
He’s getting his stuff together when that tatted up assistant from before taps him on the shoulder. She’s smiling again in that sweet, calm way and Jake wonders how she can handle working for such an ass of a boss and keep that soothing air about her. “Hey, a bunch of us are heading over to that little Mexican place a couple streets over. How ‘bout a beer and some carne asada?” she asks as she pushes her glasses back up and shifts her weight back and forth on her heels.
Jake forces a tired smile back and just shakes his head a little. “Nah, thanks though but I think I just want to head home.”
He turns and finishes getting his things before heading to the stairwell. Even though it’s going to be alone, he thinks. When he had woken up that morning, limbs tangled in damp sheets with his body slack and wrapped around a pillow, he had found himself alone in bed like he always did after he and Van got together. No mornings after. And that’s when he remembered why he had agreed to stop their little fuck buddies routine when Van had talked to him about it a few weeks ago. He was tired of waking up alone, tired of not having anyone to come home to at night. He not only wanted the sex but he wanted to have the next day with him as well. And that wasn’t going to happen.
He glances up as the sun disappears over the skyline and night starts to fall in, shining black with the stars cracking into the scene like broken glass. And he starts to head home. Alone.
*
Jake’s watching Van’s mouth again. His eyes are fixed on the way Van is wrapped around his cock, taking him in and out in such a slow, steady way. Such a fucking tease. He’s trying not to beg, trying not to thrust deeper into those beautiful swollen lips that are stretched and pink and all for him. His, at least, for right now. But his hips are writhing and want so desperately to arch up off the brown microsuede underneath him. He tries to find purchase on the cushions that surround him and then finally settles for fisting his own shirt between his fingers. Grabs at the plaid covering his stomach and pulls at it.
“Christ, Van,” Jake whimpers, his dick lying thick on Van’s tongue. Van suddenly hollows out his cheeks and opens the back of his throat taking Jake all the way in one swift move. Jake has to start gnawing on his bottom lip to keep from coming undone. He sees Van smile a bit around his cock as his eyes start to water at the corners with his mouth so full. He is flushed and his hair is damp with sweat, glistening his skin into this sheen that makes him almost glow. Strands sweep in front of his eyes and it takes all Jake’s strength not to reach out and gently push them aside. That’s not what this is, he keeps reminding himself. Just fucking.
Van’s eyes cast upward as he pulls off with a wet slide and Jake lets out a soft whine at the sudden loss of warmth. Van lays a quick kiss to the swollen head and another one to the inside of Jake’s thigh as he gets up off his knees and stands up. Jake just stares, licking his lips as Van steps out of jeans, his cock tight and curling up against the soft hair on his belly and he wonders why on earth they ever agreed to stop doing this.
“Hey, I didn’t get to scream yet,” Jake pouts, his stomach quivering from all the tension that is building and stretching him wide.
Van reaches into the side table and retrieves the lube and condoms that are left over from their last time and shoots him a look. “You think you’re funny, huh?”
“That’s what everyone keeps telling me.” Jake smiles as he takes the condom from Van’s hand and he feels him settle back down in his lap. His head starts to get hazy watching Van slick up his fingers and reach around and he grunts a little as Van starts to shift, canting up slightly to prepare himself. His eyes close and head falls back, his mouthing opening wider to let out a deeper moan each time he pulls himself further apart. Jake thinks he’s never looked more beautiful.
Van opens his eyes again and withdraws his fingers and Jake takes that as a sign and rolls the condom on and slicks himself up. Van helps guide him back and a few heavy breaths later he is fully seated on Jake’s cock, the tightness burning though Jake so sharp he feels like he might snap.
Van reaches out and grips the back of the couch behind Jake, arms on either side of him, fingers scraping the plush cushions as he lowers his head and forces a gravelly whisper into Jake’s ear. “Gotta ride you to do that.” He starts to fuck himself down on Jake’s cock and Jake feels like he just swallowed his tongue. Jesus. He jerks up to meet every thrust down Van is giving him, moves his fingers to clutch at the curve of hipbones so hard he knows he’ll leave a mark. He smiles inside at that thought. Now mine. They start to move faster, each of them settles into a steady rhythm. Van’s panting now, gritty sounds leaving his mouth that cause Jake’s toes to curl. He releases his grip and moves to slide his hand around Van’s cock, stroking him frantically, the pulse vibrating though his fingers.
“Almost… fuck, come on,” Van gasps out and slams down even harder. His eyes are blown wide and he is coming, ribbons of white coating Jake’s hand. That look Van gives is all it takes and with one more thrust up Jake releases, deep into the condom, a small scream on his lips as he buries his face in the crook of Van’s neck biting down to muffle his cries. He’s panting and lays a small, open-mouthed kiss to the sting so gently he’s not sure Van notices as he comes down from his orgasm, and continues to move through each aftershock.
They stay like this, connected, for a moment longer than they really need to. Their eyes lock a bit and Jake just feels warm all over. He could stay like this forever. Then it all starts to go away as Van moves and suddenly Jake feels empty, cold. And when Van bends over and kisses his cheek and whispers in his ear that he told him so all Jake can feel is that ache return throughout and burn into his gut.
*
Jake struggles with his key and finally gets the damn thing into the lock and opens his front door, slamming it behind him. He throws his stuff next to the entryway table and heads into the living room and stops in his tracks.
He sees Van sitting on his sofa looking tired and scruffy and fucking more gorgeous than a guy really should. Jake’s brows knit into confusion as he starts asking questions. “Van, what are you doing here? Did you forget something? And how did you get in anyway?”
Van holds up Jake’s spare set of keys and jiggles them a little. “I still had these from your trip out of town last month so I let myself in. I hope that’s okay. And, um, I just … well the thing is I got out from a long, shitty day at the studio and all I wanted to do was go home and somehow I ended up here instead. I just needed to see you.” He gets up as he is talking to hand Jake the keys.
Jake raises his hand a bit. “No, um, why don’t you hold on to those, k?”
Van’s face lights up, the corners of his eyes going soft as he smiles, and suddenly Jake’s ache is gone and his body warms knowing this time it's just for him.
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