Disclaimer: I do not know or claim to know Jake Gyllenhaal and I don't mean to imply any knowledge of his personal lives or sexual preferences. This is FICTION and nothing more. If your under 18 or don't like to read fan-fictions about same sex romances then DO NOT read this story. Now that that's out of the way, sit back and enjoy!
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The next morning Christian woke up to the most beautiful sight he has even seen. Jake lay on his back besides Christian, his chest rising and falling as air entered through his nostrils and surged through his strong body. Christian put his feet over the bed and set them down on the bare floor. He was being very careful not to wake Jake. Chris stood up, the bed squeaked under him, and walked around to pick up the clothes scattered across the floor and got into a new shirt and pair of shorts. The morning was still young so Christian decided to go and make coffee. The closer he got to the kitchen the more the freezing floor stung the soles of his feet. The apartment was quiet and still, keeping the secret of what had gone on only a few hours before hidden inside its hollow walls. Christian reached up into the high shelf and pulled down a coffee mug along with the water boiler. After grabbing the coffee tin, he filled the urn with water and placed it on the blue flames shooting up from the oven. The gift Randy had brought the night before still lay on the table fully wrapped and untouched until Christian picked it up and slid the bow off then gently peeled the paper back, careful not to make a mess. Underneath the green paper was a thin, rectangular, velvet box hiding a secret inside. He opened the box and the hinges sung the reveal of the treasure inside. Christian was surprised to see a long, slender, silver bracelet with a small spate on it engraved with the date he and Randy first met at the theatre. Of course it was beautiful but Christian didn't know whether to accept it or give it back to Randy. The bracelet must have caused him a pretty HUGE penny so Chris felt bad when receiving it. The silence of the room was broken when the water heater sound its alarm. The cattle whistled loudly, letting Christian know the water was boiling hot. He walked over and quickly took it off the flame so it wouldn't wake Jake. While Chris poured the water into his mug and mixed the coffee grounds, he heard heavy footstep coming from behind. After turning, he saw Jake walking his direction, pulling the right side of his boxer waist band up to cover his southern region. "Good morning." Christian said after taking a sip of the hot liquid. "Morning." Jake replied. He reached Christian and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips. "It smells good in here." "Do you want some coffee?" "Yeah. What time is it?" Jake asked while taking a seat around the kitchen table. "Ten passed eleven." Christian poured another cup of hot water and coffee. He handed the mug over to Jake after getting it ready. "Are you serious?" Jake sighed. "Fuck, I have to go to set today." "Yeah? Are you almost done or nowhere near?" "Almost. Today's the last day of filming. After we shoot some of the last scenes we wrap up." "Are you excited?" Christian stood off in the kitchen, leaning against the counter top. "Yeah. It's a little bitter sweet. You work with these people for so long and all of a sudden its over. We became like brothers almost." Jake said while taking a drink. "Speaking of that, what's with you and Brian? Did you patch things up?" "Yeah. It took him a while to accept my apology. We didn't say anything to each other for a good couple of weeks but he finally forgave me." Christian scoffed. "Yeah." He got out of the kitchen and made his away across the living room and out onto the balcony overlooking the Los Angeles over pass. He reached down towards a small table besides the chair outside and picked up a half empty pack of cigarettes then slid one out and placed it between his lips. After searching for a lighter, he found his on the floor beneath the chair and lit the cigarette. Outside was extremely cold. The morning fog still lingered around the hills making the streets and homes almost invisible to the naked eye. Since the apartment was so close to the street, Christian could hear the cars honking their horns while trying to get where ever their destination was meant to lead them, the heavy traffic holding them idle for a minute and causing the drivers intense frustration. "Can I have one?" Jake asked after joining Chris outside. "Yeah." Christian held the carton out and Jake took one then was handed the lighter to light up. "Coffee and cigarettes... the perfect breakfast." Jake joked then blew a cloud of smoke into the sky. "Can I ask you something?" Chris said. "Yeah, sure." " Are you ever going to tell anyone?" "Tell anyone what?" "That you bumped monkeys with a guy?" "Bumped monkeys?" Jake laughed. "Um, I don't know. Maybe sometime when this movie thing dies out." "Why so long?" "Because I wont be in the public eye so much. I'll do everything I've been wanting to do by then." "Are you saying you cant do what you want if you do come out?" Christian asked after drinking from his warm mug. "Well, yeah. I mean, if I did tell everyone tomorrow then I'll have to face the fact that my career can be hurt by it." Jake looked at Christian to see his reaction and saw him nodding his head attentively. "How was it for you?" "When I came out?" "Yeah." "Well, I first came out to my mom because she was the most understanding one. She blamed herself for a while. When I was a kid I was constantly around her and her sisters when they talked about their husbands or boyfriends and she thought that that was reason I started to like some of the neighborhood boys. It wasn't because of her all, in fact. I think I always had some subliminal knowledge of who I was. Eventually she came around and we got back to our normal relationship." "What about your dad?" Jake asked. He was a little scared of what Christian might say. "No, there's a reason why I waited to tell him. When I finally did come out to him, he tried to ignore the fact that I had just told him the most important thing in my life. After admitting it to himself he told me to go and talk to the preacher at the church I used to go to. Of course, Father Ron told me to pray my hardest and beg for Christ's forgiveness. I did like I was told and two months later my dad divorced my mom. After that I prayed every single night I prayed to God to be forgiven and to bring my parents together again." "Did it work?" "No." Christian replied coldly while looking out into the skyline below. The cigarette being held in between his fingers burned quickly. "I did everything the reverend told me but no amount of prayer could make things better. That's when I stopped going to church all together, thought it was a waste of time to pray for things that would never come true. I started to even question the existence of God." Christian looked at Jake and Jake could see that remembering those things still caused a hint of pain. To try and make Christian feel better, Jake gave him a hug and they held on to each other for a moment, looking out into the day. "You should probably go change. It's pretty cold out here." "Yeah." They let go of each other and Jake put his cigarette out then walked inside the apartment. After a little while, Christian too got inside and sat down on his couch. Jake came back fully dressed, a big change from how he looked earlier on. "Ready?" Christian asked when he saw Jake. "Yep." The two walked to the door and Jake stepped out. "Maggie and me are going to dinner at Mr. Greens. You should come." "No, I don't think so." Chris said. "Why not? It'll be great. Think of it as a after-birthday dinner." "Alright." Christian gave in. How could he say no to Jake? Especially when he was smiling and looking at him with those big blues. "Okay, I'll see you later then. I'll come by at around seven to pick you up." "Great. See you then." Jake nodded and turned to leave. He walked down to the elevator and rode down to his car. Christian walked back into his apartment and shut the door behind him. Since the time Randy and Chris last talked, Randy had managed to get Christian a position at the theatre where he worked. Christian scrambled around the house, trying to clean up and get things neatly put away before he had to leave to pick up his work uniform. After getting his place down to the way it looked before the small get together the night before, Christian gave Sargent a fresh bowl of food to keep him down while he was gone. He didn't want to come home and find the couch chewed to bits, its happened before. Christian got into his car and warmed it up. It was a beautiful day outside but there was no way he was going to walk all the way. The closer Christian got to the theatre the more he felt nervous. The butterflies in his stomach quickly turned to birds and then to eagles even though he didn't know exactly why he was feeling that way. Maybe because it had been a long time since he's actually started a new job. After a long ride, Christian finally arrived at the theater and walked inside. He stood near the entrance, looking around, still not sure where to go until seeing a familiar face walking out from behind an open door. It was Randy. "Randy!" Chris called. Randy stopped and looked around, trying to find out who was calling him. He noticed Chris and smiled then jogged in his direction. "Hey. How are you?" Randy asked. "Good, you?" "Great. You're here to pick up your uniform, right?" "Yeah." "Alright, come on." The two walked to the door Randy had came out earlier to see the manager, Mr. Anderson. Christian walked in first and saw the middle aged man sitting behind a big table, talking rapidly over the phone. When Mr. Anderson noticed him standing there, he put his index finger up as if telling him to hold on. "Right... right, look I have to go. Bye." Mr. Anderson hung up and looked up. "Hi, you're Christian, right?" "Yes sir." Christian replied. "Randy tells me you're a good kid. If he thinks so then I trust him. I'm going on a long shot by hiring you so don't make me regret it, alright?" Even though Mr. Anderson spoke sternly, there was something about him that made him come off as friendly. "I understand. I'll do my best to make you happy, sir." "Good, good. Now, have you ever worked anywhere similar to here?" "No. My last job was at a restaurant." "That's good enough." Mr. Anderson turned and started to type on his computer then the printer started to print. He handed Christian the paper fresh from the printer and gave him a key to the locker room. "There's your schedule and key. Can you start today?" "Oh yes sir. Absolutely." "Good. We'll see how you do." "Thank you, Mr. Anderson." "Don't mention it." Christian and Randy walked out of the office and Randy showed him around. They went into the lockers and Chris got into his uniform while Randy waited. After he was fully dressed, Chris and Randy walked back outside and Randy let him know how things were done. Christian picked up pretty quickly but Randy still had to stay near while he handled customers. All-in-all, Chris' first day was going smoothly. Not a lot of people showed up, there was a steady floor of clientele. Christians shift was over pretty soon, soon enough for him to have time to go home and shower in time to be ready for Jakes arrival. After the two got into their street clothes, they walked out to their cars and made small talk. "So, did you like the bracelet?" Randy asked. "Yeah. I sort of feel bad about taking it though." "Why?" "Because it looks really expensive. I don't want anyone spending a lot of money on me." Christian said. "No its okay. I want you to have it. Plus, it didn't cost that much. I did have to take out a second payment on it, though. I also had to skip the weeks rent." Christian looked at Randy with a questioning look on his face. "I'm kidding." Randy smiled. Chris scoffed and they arrived at their cars. "Okay, well thanks again for getting me the job. I owe you." "My pleasure." Randy smiled and hugged Chris. Chris was surprised to feel Randy's lips press against his own. Randy pushed himself onto Christian and decided to give him a kiss but Christian pulled away. "Sorry." He apologized. "It's okay." Randy went in for another kiss but was stopped by Chris' hand. "What's the matter?" He asked. "That's not the best thing to do." "Why?" Christian stayed quiet. "I thought that..." "Sorry." "Alright." "Friends?" Christian asked. "Yeah, of course... friends." "Good." Randy turned around and walked to his car as if nothing had happened. Christian got into his car and went on his way. Fifteen minutes until seven and Christian was just getting out of the shower. By the time he finished getting ready, Jake was already knocking on the door. Chris rushed over and answered. "Hey." Jake said happily. He was wearing dark blue jeans with black dress shoes along with a white, button down t-shirt covered by a black blazer. He was very dressed up and looked incredible. "Are you ready?" Jake asked. "Yeah, I just need to get a jacket." After Christian got everything he needed, the two went down to the lobby and over to Jakes car. "Is your sister at the restaurant already?" "Yeah, Maggie is waiting right now so hopefully there's no traffic." Unfortunately for everyone, there was a bit of traffic that was backed up and moving slowly. "Shit." Jake whispered. "Backed up for fucking hours." "It's not that bad." Christian stated, trying to make the best of it. To make time pass faster, Jake reached into the dash of the car and pulled out a CD case then placed the CD inside the small slot on the radio. The CD turned out to be Jaime Foxx's album. Ever since the two had worked together on "Jarhead," Jake formed a liking for his music and went out to buy the CD. After minutes of sitting through traffic and Jakes amazing singing, Christian was happy to arrive at their destination. Jake lead the way to the restaurant entrance, once inside they saw Maggie sitting near the back and they went over to the table. When Maggie saw them approaching, she stood up and smiled politely. "Hi!" She greeted them warmly. "Hey." Jake went and hugged her then sat down. "Hello, how are you?" Maggie turned to Christian. "Good, good. You?" "I'm good, thanks." The three took their seats. "Traffic was incredible." Jake said. "I'm seriously going to start walking everywhere from now on." "Don't be so dramatic." Maggie teased Jake. "Oh, you guys have the same dog tags." She looked down at Christians chest, the silver chain hanging from his neck shown brightly due to the gentle flame of the candle placed in the center of the table. "Yeah. I got it when we were on set in Imperial." Chris said. "Oh that's right, you were out there to, right? So, how did you like being out in the desert for a few days?" "It was hell but I like it." Chris replied to Maggie's question. "Yeah, did you get a feel about what it's like to make a living doing that?" "Oh yeah. It looks like hard work, it really does. Having to memorize all those lines and acting a certain way because of the character, it would be too much for me to handle." Jake watched Christian as he and his sister talked. He noticed how he was so relaxed when talking to her. Most people would probably be stumbling over themselves or be extremely shy but not Christian. Maybe because he was comfortable with Jake and so talking to Maggie was like talking to another one of his friends. "I hear your birthday passed." Maggie said. "Yeah, yesterday." "How old are you now?" "Now I am twenty years old." "The big 2-0." Jake said. "How does it feel?" "Like every other year, nothing much different besides the fact that one more year and I'm drinking age." "Don't try to grow up too fast, enjoy your life and live for the moment." "Wow." Jake said. "You sound like mom." "Someone has to be the adult." Jake and Chris laughed. "We should order already." They picked up three of the four menus set on the table and had a quick look through. Since Christian had never been there he wasn't sure what to order. "Is there anything special I should try?" Christian asked. "I always get the rice and shrimp with vegetables." Jake replied. "Try the fish fillet." Maggie exclaimed. "It's really good." "Yeah? Alright." The waitress came over and took his order pad out from her apron and introduced herself. "Hello, my names LuAnn. I'm going to be your waiter this evening, can I start you off with something to drink?" She asked. LuAnn was very bubbly and upbeat. She wore a big smile like a badge of honor. Her hair was pushed back into a bun and the small a mount of make-up made her look older than she really was. "Hi." Jake started. "Can I just have a glass of water, please?" "Sure." The young woman said as she wrote down his order. "I'll have a soda." Maggie said next. The waitress looked at Christian, ready to take his order down. "Same, water." "Okay, ill return in a moment to get your dinner orders." LuAnn placed the small order pad into her apron and walked away. "I have to use the restroom. I'll be back." Maggie excused herself and left the table. "This is a nice place." Christian said while looking around the establishment, stunned by the gorgeous paintings hung on the walls inside the dimly lit restaurant. He looked to his right where a big window covering almost the entire wall showed people outside walking by and even some photographers standing around, snapping pictures of the people inside. "Yeah, I haven't been here in a long time. They've remodeled a lot." "What are you going to do now that you don't have to be on set?" "Relax, get a good nights sleep, hang out. There's a few people I haven't seen in a while so..." "Yeah." Just then, LuAnn the waitress returned holding a tray with two glasses of water and one soda. She set the drinks on the table and took her order pad out again. "Are you ready?" She asked. "Yeah, but my sister will be back in a little bit." "Okay." The waitress responded. "Here she comes." Jake nodded at Maggie coming down the maze of tables and chairs. "Do we have to order now?" She asked while sitting down in her chair. "Can I have the brown rice with a little lemon and no beef, please?" "Sure thing." LuAnn wrote at a rapid pace. "Ill have the seafood platter." Christian told her next. "And I want the white rice with shrimp." Jake finished saying. The waitress left and returned several minutes later with their plates. The three ate happily and had small conversation to keep things from getting too dull. Jake offered to pay for Christian but he wasn't about to let him pay again. Chris was more than willing to pay his due. They stepped out into the night that slowly crawled over them like a wave crashing over the reefs below. Paparazzi had a field day when they noticed Jake and Maggie. Jake told Christian earlier about what to expect. He said to act like there weren't there and continue on his way so that's exactly what he did. That's when Christian got his first taste of what it was like to be them, the elite, even if it was only for a split second. "If you lay with dogs, you're bound to get flees" even if those flees came in the form of pictures and rumor articles in the local gossip magazines. Jake and Christian rode home with a little bit of ease since the traffic wasn't as heavy as it was before. They pulled up to the parking lot of the apartment complex and got out then walked to the entrance. "Did you like the dinner?" Jake asked. "Yeah, thanks for inviting me." "You're welcome." Jake looked at Christian with love in his eyes. The corner of his mouth raised to a sweet smile that made Christian feel warm inside. It was pretty dark out except for the small spots of light on the ground formed by the dim and flickering street lights. The atmosphere was quiet, the sound of the small pebbles and leaves being stepped on under their feet could be heard from a mile away. Everything suddenly became brighter when Jake and Christian reached the entrance of the building. Christian turned to Jake and thanked him again for the wonderful night. After a quick hug, Christian and Jake split ways and Chris went up to his apartment. He slid the key inside the hole on the door knob and turned it slowly then stepped inside the room. Sargent came and ran up to him, jumping on his legs and breathing heavily with his tongue flapping in the air. "Hey boy." Christian said as he ran his fingers along the top of Sargents head. He looked around to see if Sargent had made any sort of mess but he hadn't. The apartment was the way he had left it before leaving. It was once again quiet inside. The sound of Sargents paws gently hammering against the floor echoed around the hall, bouncing off the walls and into Christians ears. Chris went and checked the phone in the kitchen, he had two missed calls. One of the numbers belonged the Ashley but he didn't recognize the other one. He didn't think much of it so instead, Christian called Ashley to see what she had called for. "Hello?" Ashley said softly. "Hey, did you call earlier?" "Oh yeah." "What for?" Christian asked. "I was just wondering if you wanted to do something tonight." "Oh, sorry. I was having dinner with a friend." "Alright, maybe next week then." Ashley exclaimed. "Yeah." "Well I'm going to let you go. Have a good night." "You too, bye." Christian hung up and went into his room to retire for the night.
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Hello and welcome back to the story. I wasn't planning on sending in this part until I had finished the ENTIRE thing but I think you've waited enough. I really hope you liked it. By the way, check out the story "Jake's Cowboy" in the archive. It's also about Jake Gyllenhaal and its by a friend of mine named Avy. It's a REALLY good story. Anyways, that's all for now. Till next time! MSN Group: http://groups.msn.com/TheGyllenhaalEncounter/_whatsnew.msnw Email: synful_romance@sbcglobal.net -Chris