Escaped Pt. 2
Title: Escaped 2
Warning: Slash
Rating: M
Summary: The men in white come for Amir. Jake concocts a plan for a…rescue mission? Really?
Author: writesstuff
Disclaimer: No owneth
PS: Thanks to piccadillyo for the prompt idea =]
-0-0-0-
Jake looked around himself as the doctors spoke to Sarah. When Sarah asked a very in-depth question (What medications would he be on and how would they affect him?), he slipped away, pulling the tutu, tiara, and penguin pants off. Now, clad in his For The Wolf shirt and a pair of cargo shorts, he walked down the stark hall.
It smelled clean…too clean.
Walking down the white halls, he made a face and wiped at his nose to rid the smell of disinfectant. Peeking into rooms, occasionally, he made faces of pity, disgust, and all around looking uncomfortable. “I can’t believe he had to stay here…” Jake thought as he wandered the hall, peering around corners stealthily. As he made his way to the recreation area (or so he guessed, if all the people milling about slowly was anything to go by), he sat down unnoticed, and tried looking around while remaining unnoticed. He grabbed a patient, took the coat, and pulled it on.
The patient barely realized he was just jacked of his housecoat as he made his way to the line-up for their medication.
“Hey,” he nudged the person next to him, who was playing checkers. “Have you seen a person named Amir…Jewish guy with big glasses…goofy grin…brown eyes?”
The checkers-players looked at one another and looked towards the TV area. Jake looked over and spotted him. Spotted him in his pajama-wearing glory. Racing over, he crouched in front of Amir. “Amir, c’mon, buddy…we’re-,” he stopped speaking as he noticed the glazed over look in his friends’ eyes. “Amir…?” he whispered.
Drool seeped from his mouth, his head lolled to the side as he let out slow breaths. His hair mussed and matted, his eyes flickered towards Jake and a faint recognition flared up. “It’s me,” Jake whispered, unable to feel a sinking realization in his stomach. If Amir was on medication, he wasn’t Amir. He was just a shell, he wasn’t even normal…
“Amir…”
“Who’s that?”
Jake swore, looking around and spotting the nurse who asked it. “Alistair, at your service, madam,” he swept low.
“New patient,”
“Ah…schizophrenia,”
Jake looked confused, “I’m Jocelyn,” he said introduced, giggling and curtsying.
“Definitely a schitzo,” the nurse went behind the counter and started ignoring him, much like all the other ‘unmonitored’ patients.
He made his way back to Amir, crouched in front of him, and took his head into his hands. “Amir…c’mon…you gotta snap outta this stupor…I’ve come to bring you home-back to New York,” flickering life behind the eyes caused Jake’s chest to swell. “C’mon…just wake up a bit and I’ll bring you to the D’s,” he promised.
“D’s?”
“And your noogs…as much as you want…”
“Noogs…” Amir nearly drooled himself silly at the prospect.
“Yes…we’ve got to go, though, okay?”
“Kay…” he stood as slowly as someone drugged up could, and they started walking towards the door.
“Amir…”
“Yeaaah?” Amir turned to look at him lazily.
Jake sighed, rubbed his temples, and took Amir’s hand as they kept walking. “I hate seeing you like this…all…shell-like…”
“Aw, you’re sweet,” Amir rose the corner of his mouth but kept up the leisurely stroll.
“We’ve got to find somewhere…where they can’t find us…”
Amir tugged him to a room as they started hearing shouts from the recreation room. “They won’t look in here…they know I’m scared of the dark,” Amir said quietly as the dark engulfed them. Jake pulled him into a tight embrace, letting Amir bury his face into the blue shirt. The two stayed quiet as security, doctors, and nurses rushed around the halls and rooms of the hospital. Jake didn’t object when Amir’s hands went under his shirt, nor did he protest when they ghosted over ribs and chest, resting against bare skin. He didn’t mind it when Amir’s mouth found the juncture between his shoulder and neck and started nibbling.
He closed his eyes, holding Amir against him, biting his lips to stop from letting out mewls. The nibbling on his neck started rising, soon to his earlobe, then trailing butterfly kisses along his jaw line, Amir started to nip, bite and chew his lower lip.
“This isn’t actually happening…is it?” Jake thought as his eyes glazed over. He snapped back to reality when he felt Amir’s tongue push against his and he let his eyes close, putting pressure against Amir’s mouth, reveling in the taste.
The yells drew nearer, so the two froze and pulled away from one another. Amir was panting quietly and smiled slightly, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
It wasn’t the usual goofy grin that Jake knew so well, it was just a simple smile…a smile that was directed at him. And as much as he would deny it later, he felt butterflies. Smiling again, I peeked out the door, nodded when the coast was clear, pulled Amir out, and took the nearest elevator they could find to the bottom floor. When they had made it passed the front door, Sarah grabbed them, shoved money and Jake’s I-Phone into Jake’s hand, and pushed them towards the waiting taxi.
“Sanks!” Amir called gallantly.
Sarah smiled, waved, and turned back to the hospital. Now to find the phone, she guessed.
“Nearest car rental place, fast,” he said hurriedly. The cab driver nodded and started driving. Amir closed his eyes, leaned his head against Jake’s shoulder, and slowly dozed. Jake ignored the look he received from the cabbie. They drove for a while, finally coming to a stop in front of a Rent-A-Center. “Thanks,” Jake handed him the money, grabbed Amir, and hauled him out of the cab. “Stay here,” he whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to Amir’s temple. As he predicted, Amir followed him into the place and sat down. He rented the cheapest car they could find, got insurance (because knowing Amir, once the drugs wore off, he’d cause them to hit some things), and they left again. “First of all, we need to get you some new clothes,” Jake said as he pulled his seat belt on.
“Where-,”
Jake’s phone rang. Pressing talk, he breathed a sigh of relief, “Sarah,”
“Yeah, I’m totally fine…on my way to the airport now, as a matter of fact…just wanted to tell you that I forgot I packed you and Amir some clothes…so head to the airport, I’ll give em to you and then you can go on your epic road trip,”
Jake nodded, “Kay,”
-0-0-
“Jakey!” Amir whined, some ten hours later.
“What, Amir?” Jake calmly replied.
“I is bored!” Amir put his feet up on the dashboard, playing with his hair.
“Just sleep, then,” he growled.
“Sleeping is boring,”
“Don’t care,” Jake muttered. Amir frowned and took his Jake and Amir Shirt, jeans, and boxers off. The nudity in the car made Jake tense up. “What are you doing?” he gulped.
“I’m bored,”
“So you took off your clothes?” Jake squeaked as Amir turned to look at him.
“Can we stop?” he whined.
“For what?” Jake’s mind reeled with a plethora of inappropriate images.
Amir pouted, “You said we can go get the D’s,” he reminded.
Jake rolled his eyes. “Fine…we’ll stop next time we see a McDonalds,” he promised.
“Kay!” Amir latched into Jake’s neck, planting a firm kiss to his cheek.
Jake stayed tense. About an hour later, they turned off the highway, into a town, and drove around. “This doesn’t seem like there would be a McDonalds-,”
“Eee!” Amir squealed, “Its right there, Jakey!” he smacked Jake a few times on the arm, “Pull over, pull over, pull over!”
Jake did as he was told, only to deadpan, ‘This isn’t a 24 hour one, Amir,” he said softly.
“We’ll wait, then!” Amir stuck his nose into the air.
“Wait?” Jake glanced at the time, which blinked 3am. “We’ll have to wait 8 hours!”
“But I want my Noogs!”
“We can drive until we find a 24 hour one, Amir!” Jake growled as he changed his gears to reverse.
“I wanna wait!” Amir grabbed Jake’s hands and pulled them away from the steering wheel, undoing his seatbelt and tying them above his head.
“W-what are you doing…?” Jake asked with slight trepidation.
Amir turned the car off and smiled at Jake. “Waiting,” he rolled his eyes, “Duh,” he added.
“A-Amir…we can easily find another McDonalds…one that is open?” Jake pulled at his bindings, wondering “How did Amir even tie me up?!”
“But this one is-,”
“A day’s drive from New York-we can find one on our way if we keep driving!” Jake groaned, pulling at the bindings again.
“Jake, Jake, Jake, Jake-,”
“What, Amir?” Jake bit out while glaring at Amir’s smug smile.
“Me thinketh you like being tied up,” Amir stated boldly.
“No, no I don’t-Amir, let me go,” Jake felt heat rise to his face as the prospect of having Amir be controlling came into his mind. An involuntary groan left his throat as he dropped his head back. “I hate being tied up,” he added in a hushed whisper.
Amir’s hands snaked around his wrists as he closed the gap between them. “Really?” Amir tugged softly, “You really hate this?” he muttered.
Jake’s breath hitched and he nodded. “Yes…”
“Would you hate it if I…” Amir trailed off as his hand ran down Jake’s arm, chest and finally settled on his lap, “Made you feel good?”
Jake gasped and clenched his eyes shut. Amir grinned at the response. “Jakey…” he breathed into Jake’s ear, nibbling at his lobe.
“Stop…”
“Stop…?” Amir grinned again. “Are you sure you want me to stop?” he asked teasingly.
“Yea-no…I don’t know…”
“I heard no!” Amir exclaimed gleefully as he unzipped Jake with a flourish. Jake clenched his eyes shut, embarrassment coating his face. “Aw…are you shy?” he teased as he pulled the half-hard member from its denim confines.
“I’m not shy,” Jake growled, finally opening his eyes, only to see Amir a centimeter from engulfing him into a hot, wet mouth. “Bad idea, bad idea, bad idea,” Jake screwed his eyes shut again as he thought this.
Amir smiled and let out an amused snicker. “Oh my, God…you are so into the whole tie-up thing!” he said teasingly.
Jake’s face burned in a quadruple douse of embarrassment. “Stop…teasing me…bro…” he growled.
Amir grinned again and plunged his head down, capturing Jake’s throbbing cock into his mouth, licking the underside as he brought his head back up. Jake gasped, his hips jerking upwards in response. “Jakey!” Amir whined. “Don’t make me choke, yo!”
Jake let out a raspy chuckle, his eyes sliding shut. “Fuck,”
“I know, right!” Amir grinned as he took Jake’s head into his mouth and took a long enough suck, groaning in response to Jake’s thrusting upwards. “You’ve got to stay still or I’m leaving you like that till morning, Jakey,” Amir chastised.
Jake froze. No way was he going to stay hard until 11 am! Especially while his own seatbelt bound him to the chair! “Okay, okay, I’ll stay still!” Jake whispered desperately.
Amir grinned and nodded in a pleased manner before taking hold of Jake’s dick, pumping languidly as he leaned up to kiss Jake’s open mouth again. Jake, this time, responded in a much more positive manner, delving his tongue into Amir’s wanton mouth. Amir let out a small moan, leaning farther into the kiss, and pumping Jake all that much quicker.
Jake broke the kiss to gasp, “A-Amir…I think I’m going to-,” he jerked in shock as Amir’s mouth encased him again, sucking. Jake felt the heat in his stomach scorch, he legs locked and his body tensed. A few more bobs of Amir’s head and he’d be finished… “Sh-shit…” Jake ground out as his body relaxed, his orgasm intense. Amir sucked and licked, swallowing every drop. Jake had never been more turned on… “Amir…”
“What?” Amir licked his lips and grinned.
Jake had to look away, with a blush burning his face, “Can you untie me now?”
“Why…I thought you liked being tied up,” Amir said teasingly.
Jake clenched his eyes shut but couldn’t help the smile. “I…” a few seconds later, he shook his head, “Okay, so what if I do?” he tugged at the bindings. “Just let me go,” he pouted.
Amir ruffled his sweaty head and grinned, “Aw, I can’t say no to that face,” he tugged at the seatbelt for a few seconds before sheepishly letting go. “I can’t…”
“What do you mean you can’t?” he deadpanned.
“Eh-heh…”
“Amir, unbind me right now, or I swear to God, I will kill you!” Jake kicked slightly, glaring at Amir.
Amir frowned and seemed thoughtful. “You have a knife?”
“No, I don’t…and even if I did, I would not let you near my wrists with a knife,” Jake glared. “Can you put me back into my pants?” he added with a scarlet face. Amir grinned but did as he was told. Jake calmed himself. “Okay…um…” he dropped his head back. “I really hate you,”
“No you don’t.”
“Yes, yes I do.”
“If you hated me so much, you nay have come got me,” Amir grinned and poked Jake’s nose. “Now isn’t that right?” He asked in a teasing tone.
Jake closed his eyes for a second, shrugged, and stayed silent.
“Is…isn’t that right?” Amir asked. Jake cracked an eye open, smiled and leaned as far forward as he could, waiting for Amir to get the hint. Amir stared at Jake with an incomprehensible look for a quarter of a millisecond before grinning and meeting him half way.
Warning: Slash
Rating: M
Summary: The men in white come for Amir. Jake concocts a plan for a…rescue mission? Really?
Author: writesstuff
Disclaimer: No owneth
PS: Thanks to piccadillyo for the prompt idea =]
-0-0-0-
Jake looked around himself as the doctors spoke to Sarah. When Sarah asked a very in-depth question (What medications would he be on and how would they affect him?), he slipped away, pulling the tutu, tiara, and penguin pants off. Now, clad in his For The Wolf shirt and a pair of cargo shorts, he walked down the stark hall.
It smelled clean…too clean.
Walking down the white halls, he made a face and wiped at his nose to rid the smell of disinfectant. Peeking into rooms, occasionally, he made faces of pity, disgust, and all around looking uncomfortable. “I can’t believe he had to stay here…” Jake thought as he wandered the hall, peering around corners stealthily. As he made his way to the recreation area (or so he guessed, if all the people milling about slowly was anything to go by), he sat down unnoticed, and tried looking around while remaining unnoticed. He grabbed a patient, took the coat, and pulled it on.
The patient barely realized he was just jacked of his housecoat as he made his way to the line-up for their medication.
“Hey,” he nudged the person next to him, who was playing checkers. “Have you seen a person named Amir…Jewish guy with big glasses…goofy grin…brown eyes?”
The checkers-players looked at one another and looked towards the TV area. Jake looked over and spotted him. Spotted him in his pajama-wearing glory. Racing over, he crouched in front of Amir. “Amir, c’mon, buddy…we’re-,” he stopped speaking as he noticed the glazed over look in his friends’ eyes. “Amir…?” he whispered.
Drool seeped from his mouth, his head lolled to the side as he let out slow breaths. His hair mussed and matted, his eyes flickered towards Jake and a faint recognition flared up. “It’s me,” Jake whispered, unable to feel a sinking realization in his stomach. If Amir was on medication, he wasn’t Amir. He was just a shell, he wasn’t even normal…
“Amir…”
“Who’s that?”
Jake swore, looking around and spotting the nurse who asked it. “Alistair, at your service, madam,” he swept low.
“New patient,”
“Ah…schizophrenia,”
Jake looked confused, “I’m Jocelyn,” he said introduced, giggling and curtsying.
“Definitely a schitzo,” the nurse went behind the counter and started ignoring him, much like all the other ‘unmonitored’ patients.
He made his way back to Amir, crouched in front of him, and took his head into his hands. “Amir…c’mon…you gotta snap outta this stupor…I’ve come to bring you home-back to New York,” flickering life behind the eyes caused Jake’s chest to swell. “C’mon…just wake up a bit and I’ll bring you to the D’s,” he promised.
“D’s?”
“And your noogs…as much as you want…”
“Noogs…” Amir nearly drooled himself silly at the prospect.
“Yes…we’ve got to go, though, okay?”
“Kay…” he stood as slowly as someone drugged up could, and they started walking towards the door.
“Amir…”
“Yeaaah?” Amir turned to look at him lazily.
Jake sighed, rubbed his temples, and took Amir’s hand as they kept walking. “I hate seeing you like this…all…shell-like…”
“Aw, you’re sweet,” Amir rose the corner of his mouth but kept up the leisurely stroll.
“We’ve got to find somewhere…where they can’t find us…”
Amir tugged him to a room as they started hearing shouts from the recreation room. “They won’t look in here…they know I’m scared of the dark,” Amir said quietly as the dark engulfed them. Jake pulled him into a tight embrace, letting Amir bury his face into the blue shirt. The two stayed quiet as security, doctors, and nurses rushed around the halls and rooms of the hospital. Jake didn’t object when Amir’s hands went under his shirt, nor did he protest when they ghosted over ribs and chest, resting against bare skin. He didn’t mind it when Amir’s mouth found the juncture between his shoulder and neck and started nibbling.
He closed his eyes, holding Amir against him, biting his lips to stop from letting out mewls. The nibbling on his neck started rising, soon to his earlobe, then trailing butterfly kisses along his jaw line, Amir started to nip, bite and chew his lower lip.
“This isn’t actually happening…is it?” Jake thought as his eyes glazed over. He snapped back to reality when he felt Amir’s tongue push against his and he let his eyes close, putting pressure against Amir’s mouth, reveling in the taste.
The yells drew nearer, so the two froze and pulled away from one another. Amir was panting quietly and smiled slightly, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
It wasn’t the usual goofy grin that Jake knew so well, it was just a simple smile…a smile that was directed at him. And as much as he would deny it later, he felt butterflies. Smiling again, I peeked out the door, nodded when the coast was clear, pulled Amir out, and took the nearest elevator they could find to the bottom floor. When they had made it passed the front door, Sarah grabbed them, shoved money and Jake’s I-Phone into Jake’s hand, and pushed them towards the waiting taxi.
“Sanks!” Amir called gallantly.
Sarah smiled, waved, and turned back to the hospital. Now to find the phone, she guessed.
“Nearest car rental place, fast,” he said hurriedly. The cab driver nodded and started driving. Amir closed his eyes, leaned his head against Jake’s shoulder, and slowly dozed. Jake ignored the look he received from the cabbie. They drove for a while, finally coming to a stop in front of a Rent-A-Center. “Thanks,” Jake handed him the money, grabbed Amir, and hauled him out of the cab. “Stay here,” he whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to Amir’s temple. As he predicted, Amir followed him into the place and sat down. He rented the cheapest car they could find, got insurance (because knowing Amir, once the drugs wore off, he’d cause them to hit some things), and they left again. “First of all, we need to get you some new clothes,” Jake said as he pulled his seat belt on.
“Where-,”
Jake’s phone rang. Pressing talk, he breathed a sigh of relief, “Sarah,”
“Yeah, I’m totally fine…on my way to the airport now, as a matter of fact…just wanted to tell you that I forgot I packed you and Amir some clothes…so head to the airport, I’ll give em to you and then you can go on your epic road trip,”
Jake nodded, “Kay,”
-0-0-
“Jakey!” Amir whined, some ten hours later.
“What, Amir?” Jake calmly replied.
“I is bored!” Amir put his feet up on the dashboard, playing with his hair.
“Just sleep, then,” he growled.
“Sleeping is boring,”
“Don’t care,” Jake muttered. Amir frowned and took his Jake and Amir Shirt, jeans, and boxers off. The nudity in the car made Jake tense up. “What are you doing?” he gulped.
“I’m bored,”
“So you took off your clothes?” Jake squeaked as Amir turned to look at him.
“Can we stop?” he whined.
“For what?” Jake’s mind reeled with a plethora of inappropriate images.
Amir pouted, “You said we can go get the D’s,” he reminded.
Jake rolled his eyes. “Fine…we’ll stop next time we see a McDonalds,” he promised.
“Kay!” Amir latched into Jake’s neck, planting a firm kiss to his cheek.
Jake stayed tense. About an hour later, they turned off the highway, into a town, and drove around. “This doesn’t seem like there would be a McDonalds-,”
“Eee!” Amir squealed, “Its right there, Jakey!” he smacked Jake a few times on the arm, “Pull over, pull over, pull over!”
Jake did as he was told, only to deadpan, ‘This isn’t a 24 hour one, Amir,” he said softly.
“We’ll wait, then!” Amir stuck his nose into the air.
“Wait?” Jake glanced at the time, which blinked 3am. “We’ll have to wait 8 hours!”
“But I want my Noogs!”
“We can drive until we find a 24 hour one, Amir!” Jake growled as he changed his gears to reverse.
“I wanna wait!” Amir grabbed Jake’s hands and pulled them away from the steering wheel, undoing his seatbelt and tying them above his head.
“W-what are you doing…?” Jake asked with slight trepidation.
Amir turned the car off and smiled at Jake. “Waiting,” he rolled his eyes, “Duh,” he added.
“A-Amir…we can easily find another McDonalds…one that is open?” Jake pulled at his bindings, wondering “How did Amir even tie me up?!”
“But this one is-,”
“A day’s drive from New York-we can find one on our way if we keep driving!” Jake groaned, pulling at the bindings again.
“Jake, Jake, Jake, Jake-,”
“What, Amir?” Jake bit out while glaring at Amir’s smug smile.
“Me thinketh you like being tied up,” Amir stated boldly.
“No, no I don’t-Amir, let me go,” Jake felt heat rise to his face as the prospect of having Amir be controlling came into his mind. An involuntary groan left his throat as he dropped his head back. “I hate being tied up,” he added in a hushed whisper.
Amir’s hands snaked around his wrists as he closed the gap between them. “Really?” Amir tugged softly, “You really hate this?” he muttered.
Jake’s breath hitched and he nodded. “Yes…”
“Would you hate it if I…” Amir trailed off as his hand ran down Jake’s arm, chest and finally settled on his lap, “Made you feel good?”
Jake gasped and clenched his eyes shut. Amir grinned at the response. “Jakey…” he breathed into Jake’s ear, nibbling at his lobe.
“Stop…”
“Stop…?” Amir grinned again. “Are you sure you want me to stop?” he asked teasingly.
“Yea-no…I don’t know…”
“I heard no!” Amir exclaimed gleefully as he unzipped Jake with a flourish. Jake clenched his eyes shut, embarrassment coating his face. “Aw…are you shy?” he teased as he pulled the half-hard member from its denim confines.
“I’m not shy,” Jake growled, finally opening his eyes, only to see Amir a centimeter from engulfing him into a hot, wet mouth. “Bad idea, bad idea, bad idea,” Jake screwed his eyes shut again as he thought this.
Amir smiled and let out an amused snicker. “Oh my, God…you are so into the whole tie-up thing!” he said teasingly.
Jake’s face burned in a quadruple douse of embarrassment. “Stop…teasing me…bro…” he growled.
Amir grinned again and plunged his head down, capturing Jake’s throbbing cock into his mouth, licking the underside as he brought his head back up. Jake gasped, his hips jerking upwards in response. “Jakey!” Amir whined. “Don’t make me choke, yo!”
Jake let out a raspy chuckle, his eyes sliding shut. “Fuck,”
“I know, right!” Amir grinned as he took Jake’s head into his mouth and took a long enough suck, groaning in response to Jake’s thrusting upwards. “You’ve got to stay still or I’m leaving you like that till morning, Jakey,” Amir chastised.
Jake froze. No way was he going to stay hard until 11 am! Especially while his own seatbelt bound him to the chair! “Okay, okay, I’ll stay still!” Jake whispered desperately.
Amir grinned and nodded in a pleased manner before taking hold of Jake’s dick, pumping languidly as he leaned up to kiss Jake’s open mouth again. Jake, this time, responded in a much more positive manner, delving his tongue into Amir’s wanton mouth. Amir let out a small moan, leaning farther into the kiss, and pumping Jake all that much quicker.
Jake broke the kiss to gasp, “A-Amir…I think I’m going to-,” he jerked in shock as Amir’s mouth encased him again, sucking. Jake felt the heat in his stomach scorch, he legs locked and his body tensed. A few more bobs of Amir’s head and he’d be finished… “Sh-shit…” Jake ground out as his body relaxed, his orgasm intense. Amir sucked and licked, swallowing every drop. Jake had never been more turned on… “Amir…”
“What?” Amir licked his lips and grinned.
Jake had to look away, with a blush burning his face, “Can you untie me now?”
“Why…I thought you liked being tied up,” Amir said teasingly.
Jake clenched his eyes shut but couldn’t help the smile. “I…” a few seconds later, he shook his head, “Okay, so what if I do?” he tugged at the bindings. “Just let me go,” he pouted.
Amir ruffled his sweaty head and grinned, “Aw, I can’t say no to that face,” he tugged at the seatbelt for a few seconds before sheepishly letting go. “I can’t…”
“What do you mean you can’t?” he deadpanned.
“Eh-heh…”
“Amir, unbind me right now, or I swear to God, I will kill you!” Jake kicked slightly, glaring at Amir.
Amir frowned and seemed thoughtful. “You have a knife?”
“No, I don’t…and even if I did, I would not let you near my wrists with a knife,” Jake glared. “Can you put me back into my pants?” he added with a scarlet face. Amir grinned but did as he was told. Jake calmed himself. “Okay…um…” he dropped his head back. “I really hate you,”
“No you don’t.”
“Yes, yes I do.”
“If you hated me so much, you nay have come got me,” Amir grinned and poked Jake’s nose. “Now isn’t that right?” He asked in a teasing tone.
Jake closed his eyes for a second, shrugged, and stayed silent.
“Is…isn’t that right?” Amir asked. Jake cracked an eye open, smiled and leaned as far forward as he could, waiting for Amir to get the hint. Amir stared at Jake with an incomprehensible look for a quarter of a millisecond before grinning and meeting him half way.