FIC - Where now? (3/4) - JANSIS
Title: Where now? (3/4) -JANSIS
Author: Wheelie47
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Van and Jake
Word count: 3,450
Disclaimer: Don’t own characters, am not associated in any way with ATWT, Van and Jake. No offence intended.
Summary: Can new love survive distance?
Warnings: ANGST!
Jake felt fantastic, a wide grin spreading across his face while he waited for Billy to come back from the bar. It vaguely crossed his mind that this feeling of euphoria was down to the four bottles of beer he had consumed but he felt like everything was going his way; that this was his year, not only was he out drinking with Billy, whose exuberance and joie de vie was infectious but his full length Stuffer script had been a success at the meeting with Nate and the other backers, there was also the possibility of a screening in Amsterdam and to top it all Van was flying in tomorrow.
Van! The thought of spending the weekend with Van made his grin spread even further and sent a shiver of anticipation dance around his body; making the hairs on his arms stand to attention and his cock twitch. He’d got lots of plans for them this weekend, most of them involving locking his apartment door firmly against the outside world and getting Van naked, hot and hard as soon as possible.
‘Dude!’ Billy called out, slapping Jake’s shoulder as he put the beer bottles down on the table with a thud, interrupting Jake’s images of Van naked; all hot and sweaty.
‘If you grin any harder your face will fall off! So what’s got you grinning like a twelve year old girl?!’ Billy asked as he flopped down into his chair beside Jake.
‘Nothing man…just happy to see you!’ Jake smirked at Billy as he raised his beer in salute and took a long drink. Ever since Van had moved out to LA and their drinking sessions had shrunk from three to two, Jake had grown even closer to Billy and they had become firm and loyal friends and he was genuinely pleased to see him.
‘Are you getting some?! Do you have a secret girlfriend you’re not telling us about?’ Billy asked, grabbing Jake by the shoulder and staring at him questioningly.
‘No!’ Jake shook his head and took another drink. He didn’t want to lie to Billy but he wasn’t sure if he was ready to tell people about him and Van yet; not that he was ashamed or had any doubts about how he felt but he was just enjoying being them and exploring where that went without the added complications of explaining it to everyone.
‘How was Holland?’ Jake asked, quickly changing the subject.
‘It was awesome…it was great hanging out with Van again. I’d forgotten how much that guy can drink!! You should’ve been there man…just like old times…’ Billy said wistfully.
‘I know…I’m sorry man. It just didn’t work out. Here’s to next time’ Jake clinked his bottle into Billy’s and thought that as much as he wanted to spend all the time he could alone with Van this weekend, it would be great if they could meet up with Billy, just the three of them again…
…
Van flopped down on his couch next to his packed bag with a loud sigh, his shoulders sagging. Well that was a shit audition, he thought to himself. He hadn’t fluffed any lines or done anything stupid like that but he just felt that he hadn’t hit it out of the park, hadn’t done the best that he knew he could. When the chance had come along to audition for a main character in a pilot for a new prime time comedy he had jumped at it; he had wanted to do comedy for so long but now he’d blown it.
‘I guess better luck next time eh? Chim’ Van sighed as he tenderly stroked along the length of the cat’s back, making him purr with contentment when Chimley had jumped up onto his lap. Van felt a sudden pang of guilt twist in his stomach at the thought of leaving his cats again for yet another weekend away; no wonder they wanted to be fussed so much.
He looked around the lounge, taking an inventory of all the things around him that made this apartment his home; his huge and ever growing DVD collection, the overflowing bookcase; piled high with books waiting to be read jostling for space with his comic book collection and the housewarming presents people had given him when he moved in. He smiled widely when he saw the potted plant his parents had bought, which he hadn’t managed to kill yet, on the shelf next to the glass vase that Billy had given him in the shape of a beer bottle, least he thought it’s a vase!
Finally his eyes settled on the beautiful carved wooden eagle that Jake had bought for him. Jake had shyly mumbled something about thinking of Van spreading his wings by moving to LA. Van chuckled to himself as he remembered calling Jake a big dork before pulling him into a hug. That was before they had crossed the boundaries of their old relationship for good and started down this new path of being boyfriends rather than just friends. Sometimes Van still couldn’t believe that it had happened; that his best friend was now his lover and he thought how lucky he was.
He frowned in frustration at the thought of just how far away Jake was; he had never been in a relationship with someone on the other side of the country before and while it was good that they had been managing to snatch a couple of days together here and there, it wasn’t enough anymore.
Fuck! Suddenly, the things around him that were supposed to be a comforting reminder of his family and friends now only reminded him just how far away they were and what he had left behind. He felt the undeniable pull of New York and of Jake in particular calling him back.
‘Well… at least I get to spend the weekend with him’ he said with a rueful smile, gathering Chimley up in his arms as he stood.
‘You guys be good!’ Van directed as he set the cat down on the floor and pulled on his coat before reaching for his keys and bag. With one last look over his shoulder Van headed out the apartment door…
…
Van slipped quietly through Jake’s apartment door, closing it gently behind him. He’d told Jake not to wait up for him; that they’d catch up in the morning and sure enough the apartment was in darkness lit only by the soft glow from the kitchen counter light.
As he passed through the apartment on his way to the bedroom he saw a note propped up against a small thermos mug and a plate of cookies:
Thought you might be hungry, Babe
Jake x
He smiled incredulously as he opened the thermos. Warm Milk!
‘What am I, five?!’ he mumbled to himself before, nevertheless taking a sip.
As a wave of tiredness suddenly hit him, he continued down the hall towards the bedroom, while he munched on a cookie.
Van felt a warm glow of relief spread through his body as he reached the bedroom and, by the dim light of the bedside lamp, saw the profile of Jake’s sleeping body curled up on his side, facing away from him.
He undressed quickly and quietly, not wanting to disturb Jake. Lifting the covers gently, Van slid in behind his sleeping boyfriend and slipped his arm over Jake’s hip, the fingers of his hand coming to rest in the trail of hair leading to his groin. He smiled softly into Jake’s shoulder as he felt him groan and shift in his sleep to move further back against him, smooth back to hairy chest; fitting together perfectly. Van pressed his lips gently to Jake’s shoulder before he closed his eyes and followed Jake into a deep and welcoming sleep…
…
Jake yawned widely and arched his back in a long and gratifying stretch as he surfaced from a deep and refreshing sleep. It suddenly registered in his sleep addled brain that the comforting warmth of Van’s body curled up behind him was missing. As he reached his hand back in an attempt to touch soft skin, it vaguely occurred to him that he might have been dreaming when he had briefly woke last night to feel Van’s arm secure around him and that Van wasn’t actually here.
No, he hadn’t been dreaming, he chuckled to himself when he heard the sound of the shower starting up. The thought of a naked and wet Van alone in his shower urged Jake out of bed and he padded bare foot towards the bathroom.
Jake could feel his cock stirring to life as he saw Van’s lean silhouette through the frosted shower door. It amazed him that seeing Van like this could have such an affect on him, especially when only a few months before he hadn’t even acknowledged to himself that he had feelings for Van.
‘Need some help in here?!’ Jake’s voice was at its most seductive lowest as he opened the shower door and stepped in behind Van, wrapping his arms around Van’s waist and pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin behind his ear.
‘You’re up!’ Van smirked as he stepped further back against Jake and could almost feel Jake’s cock hardening against his ass.
Jake reached up and traced his fingers through Van’s water matted chest hair to tease a circle round his nipple. Van moaned his approval and leant his head back against Jake’s shoulder to place a series of kisses along his jaw, Jake’s early morning stubble teasing his sensitive lips.
‘Look’s like you bet me to it!’ Jake breathed into Van’s ear as he wrapped the long and elegant fingers of his other hand round Van’s half hard cock.
The combined sensation of having Jake’s hands on his body, the feel of Jake’s hard cock pressing against him and his hot breath against his ear made Van unable to resist the urge to rock his hips forward against Jake’s fingers and back against Jake’s cock in an erotic and increasingly desperate rhythm that had them both wanting more.
‘Missed …you…so…much’ Jake growled as he nipped, licked and kissed his way down Van’s arched back to kneel on the tiled shower floor.
‘Fuck…Jake!’ Van closed his eyes and a shiver of pure ecstasy coursed through his body as he felt Jake part his ass cheeks and blow a long hot breath across his puckered hole.
‘Jake…’ Jake could hear the need, the want in Van’s voice and he knew the desperation of it because he felt exactly the same way every single time they connected like this.
‘Tell me what you want’ Jake demanded hoarsely.
‘Want…you…inside …me’ Van pleaded as he pushed back against Jake’s fingers; the water and shower gel making the preparation quicker and easier.
Jake stood and his breath caught in his throat at the sight of Van as he leant against the shower wall; his back arched and ass extended and ready for him, so vulnerable and so trusting. It sent such an overwhelming sense of desire, love and belonging surge through his body that he just had to run his palm up over Van’s hip, along his side and around his torso to come to rest against his chest.
Van craned his neck and captured Jake’s supple lips in a moist and open mouthed kiss; his tongue caressing Jake’s as he moaned into the kiss.
After applying a generous amount of gel to his hard and leaking cock, Jake groaned at the feeling of moist, hot tightness that surrounded him as he gently eased into Van.
‘Fuck!’ Van threw his head back against Jake’s shoulder and Jake tenderly kissed the side of his neck to ease the burn.
Jake stilled until he felt Van move impatiently against him and he pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in.
‘So…good…Jake…harder’ Van panted as began to thrust backwards to meet Jake’s forward thrusts, the sounds of wet skin slapping against wet skin echoing around the cubicle.
Jake leant forward and reached one hand around Van’s torso and pulled him upright and further back against him. Van groaned long and deep as the change of angle meant that every thrust was hitting his prostate.
Van reached for his hard and leaking cock, desperate for friction only to have his hand batted away by Jake as he reached to wrap his own fingers around Van’s shaft.
‘So fucking hot…cum for me Baby’ Jake nipped Van’s shoulder as he worked his fingers up and down Van’s cock with practiced ease.
Jake felt Van shudder in his arms as he came hard and fast over his fingers and the shower wall. The feeling of Van’s muscles contracting around him pushed Jake over the edge and he shot his own release deep inside Van.
‘Fuck …that… was …hot!’ was all Van could manage as he struggled to control his breathing.
‘Yeah!’ Jake agreed breathlessly as he collapsed against Van’s back, holding them both upright against the shower wall, unable to formulate any further thoughts…
…
‘Van! Why didn’t you tell me you were gonna be in town man?!’ Billy exclaimed as he pulled Van into a hug when they found him with a drink already in front of him in the bar they had agreed to meet at.
‘Yeah…sorry. It was kind of a last minute thing’ Van replied with a quick side wards look at Jake. He was genuinely pleased when Jake had suggested earlier that they meet up with Billy while he was there for the weekend. Even though it cut into their precious time together, Van really missed hanging out with his friend and he had jumped at the chance. It was another item on the ever growing list of things that he missed about living in New York.
‘It’s good to see ya again! Where you staying?’ Billy asked as he signalled the bar tender for two more beers.
‘I’m crashing at Jake’s’ Van answered Billy while he smiled widely at Jake. Billy turned back to face his two friends and caught the tail end of the smile and the look that past between them; like they were exchanging some kind of secret signal. He shrugged it off as he raised his bottle to his lips; Van and Jake had been close almost as soon as they had met and Billy thought nothing more of it.
‘But his couch is hard and lumpy man; I should know I’ve slept on it myself. Why don’t you stay at mine…there’s even a bed in the spare room now!?’ Billy said, slapping Jake on the back as they made their way to a corner booth.
‘Don’t worry…I’m only here till Monday. Don’t wanna put you out or anything’ Van replied quickly, giving Jake an imploring look as Billy slid into the booth along the bench seat.
‘Yeah…don’t worry about it Billy. We wouldn’t want you to cut down on your alone time with the girlfriend!’ Jake teased as he raised he eyebrows suggestively, hoping to divert any more questions about Van going to stay at Billy’s.
They spent the next few hours catching up, reminiscing about old times and telling Jake stories about Holland; Jake almost spit out his mouth full of beer when Van told him about Liz Hubbard and the dildo; just hearing Van repeatedly say the word dildo in the middle of a bar had Jake laughing so hard that there were tears in his eyes.
‘Will you keep your hands to yourself!’ Van whispered to Jake on one of Billy’s numerous trips to the bar. Van had found himself sandwiched between Billy and Jake when they had sat in the booth and under the cover of the table Jake had traced his fingers along Van’s inner thigh at every opportunity.
‘Why? Does it bother you?’ Jake asked innocently as he reached under the table to repeat the movement.
‘If you keep that up I won’t be responsible for my actions’ Van growled under his breath.
‘Promises!’ Jake retorted just as Billy returned from the bar and slid into the booth.
‘So Van…when you coming back again?’ Billy asked, apparently not having heard Jake’s remark but not failing to catch the look that passed between them again, as he took a long swig from his bottle.
‘I’m not sure’ Van replied sadly.
‘Well give us more notice next time and we can have a party! You can stay at mine as long you bring beer, man!’ Billy joked
‘Well guys, I gotta run!’ Billy sighed after he had finished his beer, pulling Van into a goodbye hug and slapping Jake on the back as they all stood to leave.
‘Till next time, Van. Catch up with you in the week, Jake’ Billy said as he pulled on his jacket before heading for the door.
‘Coming?!’ Van smirked suggestively at Jake before turning on his heels and heading out in search of a taxi…
…
Monday morning rolled round all too quickly and Van found himself sat at the kitchen counter eating the breakfast Jake had insisted he had before he caught his flight, wishing for all the world that they could turn the clock back to Friday night.
‘Wish you could stay longer’ Jake sighed as he sat down next to Van and rubbed his palm tenderly across Van’s shoulder.
‘Me too’ Van replied, putting his fork down, his breakfast unfinished. He took a deep breath and turned to look at Jake. He felt his chest tighten as he saw the look of deep sadness etched across his boyfriend’s handsome features and automatically reached out to trace the pad of his thumb over one eyebrow, trying to sooth away the frown.
‘Jake… I …I’m gonna move back to New York’ Van said hesitantly, as he voiced the thought that had been at the back of his mind all weekend, actually much longer than that if he was truly honest with himself.
‘What…why?! You said that you loved LA’ Jake shook his head in disbelief.
‘I did …I mean I do’ It was true, he loved the more laid back, healthier lifestyle not to mention the warmer weather but these things didn’t have the same appeal that they once did, not when what he truly wanted was here in New York.
‘But you’re not there’ Van explained as he ran his hand down Jake’s arm to interlink their fingers.
‘I…I can’t let you do that Van.’ The words caught in Jake’s throat at the emotion he felt, knowing that Van was prepared to give up his chances in LA to be with him.
‘I can’t let you give up on LA to be with me…I’d never forgive myself’ Jake said sadly, stroking his thumb across Van’s.
‘Then what, Jake? Where now?’ Van stood, pulling his hand free. The sadness and frustration he felt at the impossible situation they found themselves in boiled to the surface, making his eyes fill with the wetness of unshed tears.
‘We’ll work something out…I promise’ Jake stood too as he felt a sense of building anxiety rise up from his stomach.
‘How Jake? Every time I catch a plane back to LA or you fly back here…it hurts…that much more’ Van’s voice was hoarse with emotion and the tears fell freely now.
‘Van… please’ Jake pleaded; his hand on Van’s chest, the tears rolling unchecked down his own cheeks.
‘I can’t …Jake…can’t do this anymore…it hurts too much’ Van shook his head sadly and cupped Jake’s cheek, tenderly brushing away the tears.
‘Van …don’t’ Jake’s voice cracked and he leaned into Van’s touch, his deep blue eyes searching for understanding in Van’s hazel ones.
‘I’m sorry…Jake. I can’t…. I should go’ Van felt exhausted and could barely manage to pull himself free and reach for the straps of his packed bag.
‘I …It’s better this way. I’ll always love you’ Van whispered as he pressed a tender, soft kiss to Jake’s lips and with that was gone, closing the door gently behind him.
Jake was unable to move; his legs rooted to the spot. His legs suddenly began to tremble; unable to support his weight and he slid down the side of the kitchen counter. He hugged his knees close to his chest, making himself as small as possible as deep sobs wracked through his lean torso…
Chapter 4
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Author: Wheelie47
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Van and Jake
Word count: 3,450
Disclaimer: Don’t own characters, am not associated in any way with ATWT, Van and Jake. No offence intended.
Summary: Can new love survive distance?
Warnings: ANGST!
Jake felt fantastic, a wide grin spreading across his face while he waited for Billy to come back from the bar. It vaguely crossed his mind that this feeling of euphoria was down to the four bottles of beer he had consumed but he felt like everything was going his way; that this was his year, not only was he out drinking with Billy, whose exuberance and joie de vie was infectious but his full length Stuffer script had been a success at the meeting with Nate and the other backers, there was also the possibility of a screening in Amsterdam and to top it all Van was flying in tomorrow.
Van! The thought of spending the weekend with Van made his grin spread even further and sent a shiver of anticipation dance around his body; making the hairs on his arms stand to attention and his cock twitch. He’d got lots of plans for them this weekend, most of them involving locking his apartment door firmly against the outside world and getting Van naked, hot and hard as soon as possible.
‘Dude!’ Billy called out, slapping Jake’s shoulder as he put the beer bottles down on the table with a thud, interrupting Jake’s images of Van naked; all hot and sweaty.
‘If you grin any harder your face will fall off! So what’s got you grinning like a twelve year old girl?!’ Billy asked as he flopped down into his chair beside Jake.
‘Nothing man…just happy to see you!’ Jake smirked at Billy as he raised his beer in salute and took a long drink. Ever since Van had moved out to LA and their drinking sessions had shrunk from three to two, Jake had grown even closer to Billy and they had become firm and loyal friends and he was genuinely pleased to see him.
‘Are you getting some?! Do you have a secret girlfriend you’re not telling us about?’ Billy asked, grabbing Jake by the shoulder and staring at him questioningly.
‘No!’ Jake shook his head and took another drink. He didn’t want to lie to Billy but he wasn’t sure if he was ready to tell people about him and Van yet; not that he was ashamed or had any doubts about how he felt but he was just enjoying being them and exploring where that went without the added complications of explaining it to everyone.
‘How was Holland?’ Jake asked, quickly changing the subject.
‘It was awesome…it was great hanging out with Van again. I’d forgotten how much that guy can drink!! You should’ve been there man…just like old times…’ Billy said wistfully.
‘I know…I’m sorry man. It just didn’t work out. Here’s to next time’ Jake clinked his bottle into Billy’s and thought that as much as he wanted to spend all the time he could alone with Van this weekend, it would be great if they could meet up with Billy, just the three of them again…
…
Van flopped down on his couch next to his packed bag with a loud sigh, his shoulders sagging. Well that was a shit audition, he thought to himself. He hadn’t fluffed any lines or done anything stupid like that but he just felt that he hadn’t hit it out of the park, hadn’t done the best that he knew he could. When the chance had come along to audition for a main character in a pilot for a new prime time comedy he had jumped at it; he had wanted to do comedy for so long but now he’d blown it.
‘I guess better luck next time eh? Chim’ Van sighed as he tenderly stroked along the length of the cat’s back, making him purr with contentment when Chimley had jumped up onto his lap. Van felt a sudden pang of guilt twist in his stomach at the thought of leaving his cats again for yet another weekend away; no wonder they wanted to be fussed so much.
He looked around the lounge, taking an inventory of all the things around him that made this apartment his home; his huge and ever growing DVD collection, the overflowing bookcase; piled high with books waiting to be read jostling for space with his comic book collection and the housewarming presents people had given him when he moved in. He smiled widely when he saw the potted plant his parents had bought, which he hadn’t managed to kill yet, on the shelf next to the glass vase that Billy had given him in the shape of a beer bottle, least he thought it’s a vase!
Finally his eyes settled on the beautiful carved wooden eagle that Jake had bought for him. Jake had shyly mumbled something about thinking of Van spreading his wings by moving to LA. Van chuckled to himself as he remembered calling Jake a big dork before pulling him into a hug. That was before they had crossed the boundaries of their old relationship for good and started down this new path of being boyfriends rather than just friends. Sometimes Van still couldn’t believe that it had happened; that his best friend was now his lover and he thought how lucky he was.
He frowned in frustration at the thought of just how far away Jake was; he had never been in a relationship with someone on the other side of the country before and while it was good that they had been managing to snatch a couple of days together here and there, it wasn’t enough anymore.
Fuck! Suddenly, the things around him that were supposed to be a comforting reminder of his family and friends now only reminded him just how far away they were and what he had left behind. He felt the undeniable pull of New York and of Jake in particular calling him back.
‘Well… at least I get to spend the weekend with him’ he said with a rueful smile, gathering Chimley up in his arms as he stood.
‘You guys be good!’ Van directed as he set the cat down on the floor and pulled on his coat before reaching for his keys and bag. With one last look over his shoulder Van headed out the apartment door…
…
Van slipped quietly through Jake’s apartment door, closing it gently behind him. He’d told Jake not to wait up for him; that they’d catch up in the morning and sure enough the apartment was in darkness lit only by the soft glow from the kitchen counter light.
As he passed through the apartment on his way to the bedroom he saw a note propped up against a small thermos mug and a plate of cookies:
Thought you might be hungry, Babe
Jake x
He smiled incredulously as he opened the thermos. Warm Milk!
‘What am I, five?!’ he mumbled to himself before, nevertheless taking a sip.
As a wave of tiredness suddenly hit him, he continued down the hall towards the bedroom, while he munched on a cookie.
Van felt a warm glow of relief spread through his body as he reached the bedroom and, by the dim light of the bedside lamp, saw the profile of Jake’s sleeping body curled up on his side, facing away from him.
He undressed quickly and quietly, not wanting to disturb Jake. Lifting the covers gently, Van slid in behind his sleeping boyfriend and slipped his arm over Jake’s hip, the fingers of his hand coming to rest in the trail of hair leading to his groin. He smiled softly into Jake’s shoulder as he felt him groan and shift in his sleep to move further back against him, smooth back to hairy chest; fitting together perfectly. Van pressed his lips gently to Jake’s shoulder before he closed his eyes and followed Jake into a deep and welcoming sleep…
…
Jake yawned widely and arched his back in a long and gratifying stretch as he surfaced from a deep and refreshing sleep. It suddenly registered in his sleep addled brain that the comforting warmth of Van’s body curled up behind him was missing. As he reached his hand back in an attempt to touch soft skin, it vaguely occurred to him that he might have been dreaming when he had briefly woke last night to feel Van’s arm secure around him and that Van wasn’t actually here.
No, he hadn’t been dreaming, he chuckled to himself when he heard the sound of the shower starting up. The thought of a naked and wet Van alone in his shower urged Jake out of bed and he padded bare foot towards the bathroom.
Jake could feel his cock stirring to life as he saw Van’s lean silhouette through the frosted shower door. It amazed him that seeing Van like this could have such an affect on him, especially when only a few months before he hadn’t even acknowledged to himself that he had feelings for Van.
‘Need some help in here?!’ Jake’s voice was at its most seductive lowest as he opened the shower door and stepped in behind Van, wrapping his arms around Van’s waist and pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin behind his ear.
‘You’re up!’ Van smirked as he stepped further back against Jake and could almost feel Jake’s cock hardening against his ass.
Jake reached up and traced his fingers through Van’s water matted chest hair to tease a circle round his nipple. Van moaned his approval and leant his head back against Jake’s shoulder to place a series of kisses along his jaw, Jake’s early morning stubble teasing his sensitive lips.
‘Look’s like you bet me to it!’ Jake breathed into Van’s ear as he wrapped the long and elegant fingers of his other hand round Van’s half hard cock.
The combined sensation of having Jake’s hands on his body, the feel of Jake’s hard cock pressing against him and his hot breath against his ear made Van unable to resist the urge to rock his hips forward against Jake’s fingers and back against Jake’s cock in an erotic and increasingly desperate rhythm that had them both wanting more.
‘Missed …you…so…much’ Jake growled as he nipped, licked and kissed his way down Van’s arched back to kneel on the tiled shower floor.
‘Fuck…Jake!’ Van closed his eyes and a shiver of pure ecstasy coursed through his body as he felt Jake part his ass cheeks and blow a long hot breath across his puckered hole.
‘Jake…’ Jake could hear the need, the want in Van’s voice and he knew the desperation of it because he felt exactly the same way every single time they connected like this.
‘Tell me what you want’ Jake demanded hoarsely.
‘Want…you…inside …me’ Van pleaded as he pushed back against Jake’s fingers; the water and shower gel making the preparation quicker and easier.
Jake stood and his breath caught in his throat at the sight of Van as he leant against the shower wall; his back arched and ass extended and ready for him, so vulnerable and so trusting. It sent such an overwhelming sense of desire, love and belonging surge through his body that he just had to run his palm up over Van’s hip, along his side and around his torso to come to rest against his chest.
Van craned his neck and captured Jake’s supple lips in a moist and open mouthed kiss; his tongue caressing Jake’s as he moaned into the kiss.
After applying a generous amount of gel to his hard and leaking cock, Jake groaned at the feeling of moist, hot tightness that surrounded him as he gently eased into Van.
‘Fuck!’ Van threw his head back against Jake’s shoulder and Jake tenderly kissed the side of his neck to ease the burn.
Jake stilled until he felt Van move impatiently against him and he pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in.
‘So…good…Jake…harder’ Van panted as began to thrust backwards to meet Jake’s forward thrusts, the sounds of wet skin slapping against wet skin echoing around the cubicle.
Jake leant forward and reached one hand around Van’s torso and pulled him upright and further back against him. Van groaned long and deep as the change of angle meant that every thrust was hitting his prostate.
Van reached for his hard and leaking cock, desperate for friction only to have his hand batted away by Jake as he reached to wrap his own fingers around Van’s shaft.
‘So fucking hot…cum for me Baby’ Jake nipped Van’s shoulder as he worked his fingers up and down Van’s cock with practiced ease.
Jake felt Van shudder in his arms as he came hard and fast over his fingers and the shower wall. The feeling of Van’s muscles contracting around him pushed Jake over the edge and he shot his own release deep inside Van.
‘Fuck …that… was …hot!’ was all Van could manage as he struggled to control his breathing.
‘Yeah!’ Jake agreed breathlessly as he collapsed against Van’s back, holding them both upright against the shower wall, unable to formulate any further thoughts…
…
‘Van! Why didn’t you tell me you were gonna be in town man?!’ Billy exclaimed as he pulled Van into a hug when they found him with a drink already in front of him in the bar they had agreed to meet at.
‘Yeah…sorry. It was kind of a last minute thing’ Van replied with a quick side wards look at Jake. He was genuinely pleased when Jake had suggested earlier that they meet up with Billy while he was there for the weekend. Even though it cut into their precious time together, Van really missed hanging out with his friend and he had jumped at the chance. It was another item on the ever growing list of things that he missed about living in New York.
‘It’s good to see ya again! Where you staying?’ Billy asked as he signalled the bar tender for two more beers.
‘I’m crashing at Jake’s’ Van answered Billy while he smiled widely at Jake. Billy turned back to face his two friends and caught the tail end of the smile and the look that past between them; like they were exchanging some kind of secret signal. He shrugged it off as he raised his bottle to his lips; Van and Jake had been close almost as soon as they had met and Billy thought nothing more of it.
‘But his couch is hard and lumpy man; I should know I’ve slept on it myself. Why don’t you stay at mine…there’s even a bed in the spare room now!?’ Billy said, slapping Jake on the back as they made their way to a corner booth.
‘Don’t worry…I’m only here till Monday. Don’t wanna put you out or anything’ Van replied quickly, giving Jake an imploring look as Billy slid into the booth along the bench seat.
‘Yeah…don’t worry about it Billy. We wouldn’t want you to cut down on your alone time with the girlfriend!’ Jake teased as he raised he eyebrows suggestively, hoping to divert any more questions about Van going to stay at Billy’s.
They spent the next few hours catching up, reminiscing about old times and telling Jake stories about Holland; Jake almost spit out his mouth full of beer when Van told him about Liz Hubbard and the dildo; just hearing Van repeatedly say the word dildo in the middle of a bar had Jake laughing so hard that there were tears in his eyes.
‘Will you keep your hands to yourself!’ Van whispered to Jake on one of Billy’s numerous trips to the bar. Van had found himself sandwiched between Billy and Jake when they had sat in the booth and under the cover of the table Jake had traced his fingers along Van’s inner thigh at every opportunity.
‘Why? Does it bother you?’ Jake asked innocently as he reached under the table to repeat the movement.
‘If you keep that up I won’t be responsible for my actions’ Van growled under his breath.
‘Promises!’ Jake retorted just as Billy returned from the bar and slid into the booth.
‘So Van…when you coming back again?’ Billy asked, apparently not having heard Jake’s remark but not failing to catch the look that passed between them again, as he took a long swig from his bottle.
‘I’m not sure’ Van replied sadly.
‘Well give us more notice next time and we can have a party! You can stay at mine as long you bring beer, man!’ Billy joked
‘Well guys, I gotta run!’ Billy sighed after he had finished his beer, pulling Van into a goodbye hug and slapping Jake on the back as they all stood to leave.
‘Till next time, Van. Catch up with you in the week, Jake’ Billy said as he pulled on his jacket before heading for the door.
‘Coming?!’ Van smirked suggestively at Jake before turning on his heels and heading out in search of a taxi…
…
Monday morning rolled round all too quickly and Van found himself sat at the kitchen counter eating the breakfast Jake had insisted he had before he caught his flight, wishing for all the world that they could turn the clock back to Friday night.
‘Wish you could stay longer’ Jake sighed as he sat down next to Van and rubbed his palm tenderly across Van’s shoulder.
‘Me too’ Van replied, putting his fork down, his breakfast unfinished. He took a deep breath and turned to look at Jake. He felt his chest tighten as he saw the look of deep sadness etched across his boyfriend’s handsome features and automatically reached out to trace the pad of his thumb over one eyebrow, trying to sooth away the frown.
‘Jake… I …I’m gonna move back to New York’ Van said hesitantly, as he voiced the thought that had been at the back of his mind all weekend, actually much longer than that if he was truly honest with himself.
‘What…why?! You said that you loved LA’ Jake shook his head in disbelief.
‘I did …I mean I do’ It was true, he loved the more laid back, healthier lifestyle not to mention the warmer weather but these things didn’t have the same appeal that they once did, not when what he truly wanted was here in New York.
‘But you’re not there’ Van explained as he ran his hand down Jake’s arm to interlink their fingers.
‘I…I can’t let you do that Van.’ The words caught in Jake’s throat at the emotion he felt, knowing that Van was prepared to give up his chances in LA to be with him.
‘I can’t let you give up on LA to be with me…I’d never forgive myself’ Jake said sadly, stroking his thumb across Van’s.
‘Then what, Jake? Where now?’ Van stood, pulling his hand free. The sadness and frustration he felt at the impossible situation they found themselves in boiled to the surface, making his eyes fill with the wetness of unshed tears.
‘We’ll work something out…I promise’ Jake stood too as he felt a sense of building anxiety rise up from his stomach.
‘How Jake? Every time I catch a plane back to LA or you fly back here…it hurts…that much more’ Van’s voice was hoarse with emotion and the tears fell freely now.
‘Van… please’ Jake pleaded; his hand on Van’s chest, the tears rolling unchecked down his own cheeks.
‘I can’t …Jake…can’t do this anymore…it hurts too much’ Van shook his head sadly and cupped Jake’s cheek, tenderly brushing away the tears.
‘Van …don’t’ Jake’s voice cracked and he leaned into Van’s touch, his deep blue eyes searching for understanding in Van’s hazel ones.
‘I’m sorry…Jake. I can’t…. I should go’ Van felt exhausted and could barely manage to pull himself free and reach for the straps of his packed bag.
‘I …It’s better this way. I’ll always love you’ Van whispered as he pressed a tender, soft kiss to Jake’s lips and with that was gone, closing the door gently behind him.
Jake was unable to move; his legs rooted to the spot. His legs suddenly began to tremble; unable to support his weight and he slid down the side of the kitchen counter. He hugged his knees close to his chest, making himself as small as possible as deep sobs wracked through his lean torso…
Chapter 4
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