Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional. I don't know and don't mean to imply that I know Jake Gyllenhaal and I don't have any knowledge of his sexual preference. If you're under 18 (or 21 depending on where you live) or don't like M/M relationship stories then turn back now. Finally, don't post or take this story anywhere else with out telling me first. I've seen stories from other authors on different sites with others claiming them as their own. So sit back and enjoy!
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Ashley ripped through Christian apartment in a mad dash almost knocking down chairs and tables as she paced forward. Christian followed not far behind with the same speed in his steps. They rushed around together like a family fleeing from a burning home. It was chaos. "Do you have the keys?" Ashley called. "Yes, there in my pocket. Do you have my name tag? I can't find it." Christian yelled back as he shuffled through the living room cushions; lifting one after another in hopes of finding what he looked for under them. "Why in the world would I have your name tag?" "I don't know. Shit." "Come on! It's over here!" Ashley replied from inside the kitchen. "What? You found it?!" Christian shot towards her and took the small silver plate with his name engraved on the surface. "Where was it?" "Does it matter? Come on, hun. I'm already 20 minutes late as it is." "Alright, alright. Let's go." Christian rushed Ashley out the door. He was giving Ashley a ride to work since her car had broken down the day before and coincidentally, Christian slept in that morning and was driving late himself. Just as Christian was about to close the apartment door he heard the telephone in the living room ring off the hook an tried to get back inside but Ashley took him by the arm and said, "Don't worry about it. They can leave a message, we're late." "Right." Christian nod and continued to lock up. They rushed into the elevator and pressed the lobby button then waited impatiently as the elevator car rode down sluggishly. "Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!" Ashley shoed Christian the second the doors pulled aside. Christian led the way out of the apartment complex and to his parking space besides the building then got inside, started the engine, and drove out into the busy street. Christian swerved and dodged the other traffic like in the fast chase scenes in action movies except minus the fire, gun fire, and explosions. Unfortunately, the fast and dangerous driving was no help to Ashley. She arrived at work almost an hour late and filled with anxiety. Once she was inside the restaurant, Christian revved up the car and head to the theatre to start his day. The employee parking was partially full seeing as most employees worked that day. Luckily there was one space available close enough to the entrance as to allow Christian to salvage the few seconds of time he grasped loosely. Running inside the theatre, Christian was met by Randy hurrying him to get inside the locker room and change before Mr. Anderson sunk his teeth into him for being tardy. "Shit, shit, shit!" Christian hissed as he tore off the shirt from his back and replaced it with the crisp white button down Tee. Afterwards, he stepped into out into the lobby and picked up the broom and dust pan to begin sweeping the floors and make Mr. Anderson believe he had been working all along. After everything was done and over, Christian had managed to creep past the manager with out an incident occurring between them. "Where've you been?" Randy asked inconspicuously from two feet away. "I slept in and I had to give Ashley a ride to work." "And that took you forty minutes?" "Uh-huh." The rest of the day it seemed as though everything was going wrong for Christian. Whether it was a broken soda machine, a overflowing toilet, heckling customers, or dealing with screaming and sobbing children who had momentarily lost track of their parents. The frustration and fatigue of work overwhelmed Christian to a point of actually wanting to give up and walk out of the theatre but of course, he withstood the time he had left and managed to do all his work duties with a happy face. Just as things were beginning to look grim, Mr. Anderson called Christian over with extreme urgency in his heavy and demanding voice. Christian put what was in his hands down and cautiously made his way to the half open door besides the men's bathroom. He stepped inside carefully, first one foot then the next, and managed to close the door behind him with out disturbing Mr. Anderson's focus on the stack of papers in front of his eyes. "Sit down, Christian." Mr. Anderson ordered, waving his hand weakly at the empty plush chair before his desk. Christian did as he was told and took a seat, crossing his legs and fiddling his fingers over his lap nervously. "I'm caught." He thought. "Just say that you lost track of time and couldn't make it to work on time but you tried your best." Mr. Anderson looked up from his wide table and sat back casually in his leather chair, resting his left elbow on the arm wrest and placing his hand over his mouth while tapping his silver pen on the hard desktop. He kept his gaze on Christian for a moment before finally opening his mouth to speak. "Do you know why I called you in here?" Asked Mr. Anderson with a serious tone of voice. "No." Christian shook his head. "I want to talk to you about your schedule." "My schedule?" Repeated Christian, relieved that he wasn't going to be ripped apart for arriving late earlier on. "Yeah. Things are getting really busy these days and I wanted to know if you mind having your hours change around a bit. I need more people to work during the weekend and your name came up when I was looking through the list of hopefuls." "Uh, no not at all. That's fine." "Great. I just thought I'd ask before doing anything because most of your hours are the same as Randy's and I know you two are close and..." "Nah, I'm sure I can do things on my own for a few days. I mean, we're not gonna be working on completely different days are we?" "No, no. Of course not. Just for half the time." Mr. Anderson crossed his hand on the table and leaned forward smiling. "Okay, I guess that's alright. I don't mind." Christian felt more at ease now that he knew what Mr. Anderson wanted of him. "Great. I'll let you know when your new hours begin and give you a new schedule then. Thanks Christian." "No problem, sounds good. Can I go now or do you have anything else you want to ask or tell me?" "That's it, thanks." Christian stood up and gave his boss one last smile before opening the door keeping him enclosed and stepping out into the outside again. He quickly got back to work and continued on his normal schedule. After work, Christian went over to The Ivy to wait for Ashley to finish up her shift and give her a ride home. Instead of sitting and waiting inside the warm and stuffy car, Christian crept out and walked around the neighborhood for a bit to get some fresh air and just plainly think about where he was in life and if he was happy doing what he was in that moment of his early year. He got to thinking about Randy and Jake, wondering what would be his best move. Should he break it off with Jake and live his life open and freely with Randy or let go of him and live a life a secret life with Jake who he adored dearly. Upon passing by a music store window brightly lit by florescent head lights, he noticed a cardboard poster right in the center of the display area showing a vast and bare sandy landscape with black barrels of smoke churning towards the sky off in the distance. In the center was a shaved head man in camo pants standing with his naked back to the viewer, watching over the black clouds a few hundred yards away and the rusty words "JARHEAD. COMING SOON!" stamped underneath him. Chills scattered under Christian's skin as he looked over the names of the crew on the very bottom of the picture; Jaime Foxx, Jake Gyllenhaal, Peter Sarsgaard. All people he had come to know earlier on. Christian laughed quietly to himself and shook his head then moved on further down the street. It was as if someone had strategically placed that Jarhead poster there when they saw Christian coming, pointing him in the direction he should take when it came to his personal life. Christian knew then and there what he had to do about his situation. It was nearly time for Christian to head back to the parking lot to wait for Ashley to clock out of the restaurant. A bigger crowd of photographers and on lookers gathered across the street from the establishment, waiting and snapping pictures of any celebrities sitting out in the front dining area, hoping to get the money shot. Since Christian worked in that restaurant before he's had to deal with flashes of light going on and even having to go out to ask some photographers to back off of the grounds so seeing the swarm of patrons outside was nothing new. "Come on, Ashley. Hurry up." Christian whispered to himself as he leaned back on the hood of his car and slid a cigarette from deep inside the concave packet. He held the white and tan cigarette between his lips and light it carefully, cupping the lighter flame with his free hand, sucking the heavy smoke into his mouth and lungs then casually blowing it out through the small opening in his mouth formed by his puckering lips. Ashley fought her way out of the sea of waiting men and women wanting to get inside. After cautiously crossing the street, she made it safely over to Christian and the two got inside the car. Ashley sighed and pulled the seatbelt down over her shoulder and buckled it into the secure latch by her thigh and sat still. "How was work?" She asked, lowering the sun visor and looking herself in the small rectangular mirror. "Could `a been better, yours?" Christian turned the key and started the engine. "I'm sorry, babe. My day was great actually. I got to be a server instead of bust girl so I'm happy." Ashley turned to Christian, smiling wide and lifting the visor back up. The drive out of the street was complicated due to the millions of other cars trying to get passed as well. Drivers honked their horns hastily as they demanded the right of way but none were willing to allow the others to exceed. Christian managed to wedge the nose of his car in between two others and slowly eased himself through the heavy traffic and into the main road. "God damn it! This fucking light is taking too long!" Christian hissed and slapped the steering wheel as he and Ashley waited for the red street light to turn green. "Calm down. It'll go eventually." "Can't we get one fucking light that actually works in the damn city?" "What's wrong with you? Are you okay?" Ashley wondered, concerned over Christian outbursts. "Yeah I---I'm probably just worn out from work or something. It'll be good to get home and lay down." "Was work that bad?" "Hmm? No, I'm just making a bigger deal about it then it really is. Sorry." Christian pulled into the parking lot of his apartment complex and cut the engine off before stepping out into the early night with Ashley by his side. The sound of chirping crickets echoed through the sky like a dolphins sonar cutting through the ocean bed in search of other dolphins. The steps into the secure walls of the compound were short as the two made their way into the illuminated lobby where the well dressed receptionist sat behind a large oval desk, answering and making phone calls. Christian walked passed her with a wave and smile and stood outside the elevator doors to await the cart that would take him and Ashley to the apartment upstairs. While they waited in silence, Ashley noticed the bold and serious frown on Christian's face and decided to nudge him gently to try and erase the sour look from his face. Christian smiled and looked forward again after adjusting himself before receiving a playful pinch on his side courtesy of Ashley. The silver elevator doors slowly opened with a ding and the two stepped inside. Christian stumbled through the front, giggling and slapping Ashley's hands away from his sides as they fought for dominance over his body. "Ah, home sweet home." Ashley sighed and let herself fall into one of the many empty chairs sitting around the wooden table besides the kitchen. Sergeant rushed over with his pink tongue hanging out from the side of his mouth and gleefully pounced on her legs. "Want something to drink?" Christian asked as he was half way inside the refrigerator, moving around the insides; searching for something cool to serve. "Got any water?" "Sure do." Christian returned with two water bottles between his fingers. "Here." "You're machine is beeping." Ashley replied, twisting the bottle cap open and taking a swig from the plastic container. "What?" "The answering machine. It's making a sound." Christian went over with his water bottle still resting on his lips; gulping down waves of cool liquid. Ashley was right, the answering machine beeped softly and the message light flickered rapidly besides the speaker. After pressing down on the message button, Christian heard a beep and the automated voice came on. "You have one new message and two saved messages." The feminine robotic voice said. "First new message sent at 12:53 P.M." "Christian? It's mom. I have some important news I need to talk to you about. If you're home then pick up, please." The second voice speaking sounded more human like and familiar. Christian's ears perked up when listening to his mother over the speaker. "You know I don't like it when you ignore my phone calls." "Who is it?" Ashley asked, now standing besides Christian. Christian placed his hand up; signaling Ashley to hold on while he tried to hear the message. "Well, alright." The voice continued. "Please call me back. I'll be here all day so... call me." The sound of the phone being set down went out then silence. "End of message. You have no more messages. If you would like to check your messages plea---" Christian stopped the machine from finishing in mid sentence and turned to Ashley. "Who was it?" She asked again, this time more eager to get an answer. "My mom. She said she needed to talk to me about something," replied Christian, concern showing heavily in his voice. "Your mom? I thought she never called you." "So did I." "Are you going to call her back?" "Yeah, I'm curious as to what she has to say." Christian picked up the phone and dialed his mom in Jersey. Ashley stood silent as she watched her friend hold the receiver to his ear. "Mom? Mom, it's me, Christian. I got your message. You said you needed to talk to me... I know it's early there but I just got home from work... I know, I know..." Christian rolled his eyes at Ashley and smiled. "Mom why'd you call?... Uh huh... You're kidding!" Ashley listened in trying to get sound bites from the phone. Christian stunned facial expressions led her to believe that he and his mother were talking about something very important. "You're not going, right?... Well I'm not... No I'm---Fine, fine. I'll call you in the morning to let you know when I'll be there... Yeah, bye... I love you too... Bye." Christian hung up the phone and set it down again. "What? What's up?" Ashley questioned. "Umm, my mom called to tell me that my dad is getting re-married and he wants my mom and I to attend the reception." He spoke with such distress and let down. It wasn't the fact that his father was re-marring but the fact that he wanted Christian and his mother to attend the wedding as if everything was alright between them all those years after the divorce. "That's great... isn't it?" "Yeah, I guess." "Then why don't you sound more excited?" "Because." Christian moved to the kitchen table and sat down. "He expects us to go---Just like that. He's never tried to call me once to see how I've been. Not once has he tried to mend things with my mom." "How do you know? Maybe they've become friends if nothing else. I mean, you have been away for, what, two years now? And who knows, maybe he extended the invitation out to you because he wants to patch things up between you two." "Yeah, Maybe." "Don't worry, hun." Ashley gripped Christian's shoulder and squeezed, comforting him the best she could. "Call your mom back tomorrow like you told her and get everything set to go to the wedding. When is it anyway?" "This weekend. Saturday." "Well, remember. Think positive. Don't come to conclusions about anything until it actually happens." Ashley bent down and wrapped her arms around Christian's neck from behind the chair and pressed her cheek against his. "Yeah." "Okay. Now take me home. I'm tired and need my beauty sleep." Christian smiled and stood up, releasing himself from Ashley's hold and heading to the door with her by his side.
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Jake woke up the next morning. Slowly coming to as his eyes gingerly flickered open to the sight of a dim room surrounding him. Rays of light stained one side of the room as the sun made its way inside through the slender openings of the window blinds. He rolled over and took the watch sitting ontoo of the bedside drawer and squint his eyes, trying to make out the small numbers inside the circular face. "Shit." He groaned when seeing the numbers 10:12 A.M. and swallowed hard. Feeling the ball of saliva run down the back of his dry throat, the taste of the mouth wash used to clean his teeth still lingering fresh on his tongue. Jake sat up in bed when hearing Peter laughing downstairs with Maggie. Butterflies suddenly inhabited his stomach when remembering what he had planned on telling Peter that day. Every minutes passing felt like an extra hundred pound weight being dropped onto Jake's chest as he sat with his back against the headboard and eyes staring blankly ahead. Soon thirty minutes had flown by and Jake still had not made a single move. "Well, better get this over with." Jake thought as he let his feet fall over the beds edge and onto the carpet below. He regretfully eased out of his room and downstairs to join the others eating breakfast. "Hey, good morning." Maggie said as Jake stepped down from the staircase. "Morning." Added Peter. "Breakfast?" "No thanks. I need a little time to wake up first." Jake took a chair out from under the table and sat down. "You have a party last night? There were plates and dishes everywhere when we got home." Peter smiled, scooping up a fork full of scrambled eggs. "No. Me and Mike came back here to make dinner and I guess I forgot to clean up. Oh, I heard the news. Congratulations on the engagement." "Thanks." Peter smiled, whipping away the excess orange juice on his top lip. "Have you told mom and dad yet?" Jake said, turning to Maggie sitting opposite of Peter. "No, not yet. But I want to tell them so please don't go and call them with out me knowing, Jake." Maggie pleaded. "I won't. But, I do think this special occasion calls for a small celebration. A guys day out maybe." "Sounds good. You're treat?" Peter added. "Of course. We can talk and stuff." Jake bounced looks off of Maggie and Peter. Once again nervous by what he wanted to talk' to Peter about. "Great. After Maggie and I get back from the store we'll go." Jake nod his head and stood up, sliding the chair back underneath the table cloth. "I'm gonna go change. I'll see you later then." Jake turned around and walked back upstairs and into his bedroom. Maggie and Peter stepped out of the house after breakfast to begin their short period of time together before Peter got back with Jake so they could start the male bonding/engagement celebration. Peter was excited to finally be promised to his long time girlfriend Maggie and was awaiting his time with Jake since they were now going to become more than just friends. They would someday be brothers by law. Maggie was also overjoyed by the engagement but a cloak of fear still half covered her due to the fact that she knew why Jake had really invited Peter for a day out. She knew Jake was ready to come out but still worried for her brothers well being. Maggie didn't think Peter would act hastily towards the news about Jake's homosexuality since he had done movie roles in the past involving gay men and had no trouble playing one himself. Plus, even if he did, what was Peter going to do? End the engagement and leave Maggie? There was no chance of that happening since he and Maggie were completely and eternally devoted to each other. Back at home, Jake got ready for his day out and with every passing minute his anxiety level come up one notch. His heart beat raced and his palms became moist the more he moved around the house; cleaning and getting things straight and organized. Jake was about to take a big step in life and he was scared and excited all at the same time. To keep himself busy, Jake went out and ran errands around town then spent hours walking around the dog park with Atticus and Boo at his side. Like always, his furry companions brought him a sense of peace and warmth when he spent time with them. Outside the sun was bright and caring so Jake's sense of time slipped away from him. As he enjoyed the outdoors and company of his dogs, Jake received a phone call from home. It was Peter asking about his whereabouts. He and Maggie had arrived at the house minutes earlier and now were waiting for Jake to join them. Jake let Peter know that he was on his way as he and the two animals walked out of the gated park. "It's about time." Peter said as Jake walked through the front door with Boo in his arms and Atticus galloping behind him and into the shaded house. "Sorry." Jake apologized and set Boo down on the tile floor. "We should get going." "Wait. Aren't you going to change?" Maggie asked. "I already did." "Well you got dog hairs all over your sweater." "It's fine." Peter cut in. "Come on, Jake." Jake and he walked outside and into Jake's car after saying good-bye to Maggie and after her whispering "good luck" into Jake's ear. Jake gripped the black leather steering wheel with his wide hands as the car traveled down the highway at a steady speed. Peter sat in the passenger seat with his legs stretched out under the glove compartment and his left arm reaching forward to turn the dial on the radio while his right rest on the window's edge. The radio gargled it's words together while Peter franticly changed the endless amount of radio stations, trying to find the perfect song. "How are you going to find what you want to listen when you can't even hear what's on?" Jake wondered, keeping his eyes on the road before him. "You just drive. I'll take care of this. So... Where exactly are you taking us?" "You'll see. Leave everything to me." Jake smiled defiantly. "Alright. I'm a little worried now. You better not be going to some place in East L.A." "Don't worry, Pete. I got this. Trust me." "There they are. Those famous two words." Peter replied sarcastically. By the time they arrived at Hollywood Blvd. the sun was high above their heads. The streets were only slightly crowded compared to the weekend when most tourists flocked to the city to experience the silicon atmosphere. Jake pulled into the sidewalk parking spaces in front of a large and simply decorated building and switched off the engine. "Here we are." Jake cooed. "Wow, you went all out." "Yeah, well, It's a special occasion." "Alright, let's head out." Peter opened the passenger door and stepped out into the pavement. The flip-flops on his feet almost sliding off when stepping forward. Jake led the way into the great doors separating the outside from the sophistication of the world inside the restaurant. Upon pushing the stained glass doors aside, the two friends were bum-rushed by a cloud of cool air grazing past their bodies. Following the burst of air was a tall and slender man holding several leather-wrapped menus under his folded right arm. The name tag pinned close the attractive mans vest read 'Julian'. "Welcome!" He greeted Jake and Peter joyfully. His wavy hair slicked back professionally and a manly fragrance of aftershave mixed with cologne seeped from his skin and clothes. "What can I do for you today?" "Hi." Jake started. "Can we possible have a table for two somewhere near the back?" "Of course. If I can have your name, please?" "Sure. Uh, Jake Gyllenhaal and Peter Sarsgaard." "Okay." Julian wrote down the names into a large folder book on top of a short booth stand. "And if I can just say I'm a huge fan of yours Mr. Gyllenhaal. I've seen all your films." "Thank you." Jake smiled sweetly. "That's so great to hear. Thanks for being a fan." Once again, Peter felt completely forgotten. It wasn't anything new since every time he was with Jake and someone was to come up to them, he always seemed to be invisible. "God, I hope I don't get fired but I'm also a huge fan of yours, Mr. Sarsgaard." "Really?" Peter was stunned. "Oh yeah, I loved 'Shattered Glass' and 'Boy's Don't Cry' although you were a little vicious in that one." "He didn't have to do much. He was just being himself." Jake teased. "Thank you, Jake." Peter added sarcastically. "Well, if you have a seat a waiter will be right with you in just a moment to take you to your table." "Thank you." Said Peter before he and Jake sat and waited on the large cushion bench planked up close to the entrance hall. "So, are you excited about being engaged? Your bachelor status is down the drain, man." "Nah, I know. Everything's great though. I love it." "Well welcome to the family." Jake smiled. "Thanks." Peter giggled. "You said at the house that you wanted to talk---What about?" "Uh, well... I'll tell you a little bit later." Jake stuttered nervously. "Why later? Just tell me now." "No. I'll tell you later." "Fine." Peter replied. Just then another waitress came back and called out their names. Jake and Peter stood up and followed the waitress they'd come to know as Sarah to the back of the restaurant like they had asked. Sarah showed them to a small square table besides a large abstract painting of a woman's distorted face done with dull oil colors. Their table was secluded from the general public since Jake feared someone else hearing the news he was going to reveal to Peter later on. "Can I interest you in the chef's specials?" The well dressed waitress asked kindly while she delicately placed a menu in front of both men. "Sure." Peter smiled. "Well there are several lunch specials this afternoon. First we have the smoked salmon gullet which includes smoked salmon sitting over a lemon sauce and spinach leaves. It's lightly drizzled in the chef's secret sauce and covered in a thin layer of wheat grass. We also have the simple grilled chicken breast smothered in a creamy four cheese tomato sauce---" "I'll have that, the chicken." Peter cut the waitress off as his mouth began to salivate when she described the dish. "Okay." She wrote the order down then looked at Jake. "Uh---I'll get the smoked salmon." "And to drink?" "Water." Jake and Peter corresponded in unison. "Great. If I can have the menus please. I'll be right back with your drinks." Julie smiled and turned to walk away. "So what's the news?" Peter asked. "I told you I'd tell you later---After we eat." "You're making me want to know now. It must be something important." "I guess you could say that." Jake smiled knowingly. Their drinks orders arrived and later so did their lunch. Everything was extravagant and amazingly set up. The food looked impeccable and the atmosphere was tender. Jake and Peter ate happily, making small talk as they went along. Jake was bursting with nervous anticipation as minutes went on and the food began to wither down. It was now or never. "Alright. Lunch is gone, water's gone. It's almost time to head back now what is this you want to talk about Jake?" Peter asked impatiently. "Are you sure you don't want to wait a little while longer? Maybe we can go---" "Jake." Peter cut him off. "Come on." "Okay." Jake sighed. "Well remember when Kirsten and I broke up and you tried to set me up with your other friends?" "Yeah." "And you know how I always denied being or trying to be with Kate?" "Uh huh." "Alright. Truth is I didn't go on those dates and didn't try to get together with Kate, not because I didn't like here, but because I, uh..." Jake paused, sliding his fork along the surface of the large plate in front of him. He watched Peter closely to see if he had any idea about he was just about to tell him. "Because you what?" Jake scoffed nervously and said, "I'm not, um---I'm gay." He felt goose bumps surge through his skin once the word gay' was announced. Jake and Peter sat in silence, watching each other with strong concentration. Peter smiled and began to giggle uncontrollably. "What?" Jake asked. "What's so funny?" "Did Maggie put you up to this?" "No---What? Pete, I'm gay." "Stop it. You're pulling my chain." "I'm not. You're not listening to me, alright. Just stop for a minute." Jake became more irritated. Peter's laughing face slowly became serious the more Jake stared at him with solemn eyes. "You're fucking with me." Peter asked. "I'm not." "Gay?" Jake nod his head. "Yep. I didn't want to---" "Maggie knows?" "Yeah. She has for a while." "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Peter asked. "I wasn't sure how you'd react." "Did you think I would react hastily?" "Sort a." "But you know I have no problem with the gay lifestyle. Why would you think I would react a certain way especially when something is about you? We've known each other for a while now and you're like my brother even though we'll be considered brothers legally someday." Peter smiled, comforting Jake. Jake laughed under his breath and licked his bottom lip. He was extremely happy now that his secret' was no longer hidden inside of him like buried pirate treasure. It was a tremendous weight lifted off Jake's shoulders and he could finally breathe a sigh of relief now that his close friend new and was okay with him. "You don't think any differently of me?" "Of course not. I mean now everything seems to come together. But what about Kate? She thinks you like her as more than a friend." "Yeah, I know. I'm gonna call her tonight." Their waitress came back and picked up their plates and asked if they wanted anything else. They declined her offer and asked for the check to be sent to the table so they could pay for the meal. The waitress retreat with the tray full of plates and let the two friends to continue on their conversation. "I hope everything goes well." "Thanks." "So when did this happen? Did you always know?" "No, no. Just recently discovered it myself." "How? Were you watching a porno one night and couldn't get off until you saw the guy or what?" Jake threw his head back and laughed out load at Peter's comment. "Um---No. Not exactly." He giggled some more. "Uh, a friend helped me a little." "A friend. Do I know this friend?" "Huh?" "Do I know this friend?" "Yeah. Sort `a" "Who is it? Mike?" "Mike? God no." "Then who?" Jake stared at Peter with smiling eyes. "Who?!" "Christian." "What? Christian?!" Peter shot back in surprise. "You and him all this time?! Geez, Jake. Right under our noses." Jake laughed. Sarah came back with the check inside a small leather colder and placed it in the center of the table. Jake took it and signed the paper then handed his credit card over so it would be used to pay. After receiving a generous tip, Sarah gave the card back to it's owner to let him and Peter leave the restaurant. It was two hours passed when the two men left the place and head for home to let Maggie know how everything went. The drive was full of questions coming from Peter. Questions involving Jake's personal and sex life. He was curious as to how Jake managed to keep everything under wraps from him and everyone else. "How'd it go?" Maggie asked as Jake walked through the front door. "It went great." Peter cut in, closing the door behind him. "Is everything out in the open?" "If by 'everything' you mean Jake then the answer is yes." Peter joked. "That's good!" Maggie replied gleefully, throwing her arms around Jake. "Don't excited right away. There's still Kate to worry about." Jake exclaimed. "Don't worry. It's going to be fine." Jake let go of his sister and got on the living room phone after dialing long distance to New York. All-in-all, everything had gone the way Jake had hoped. Peter and Maggie knew of his complete life and now there was only the matter of telling Kate but Jake was on such a high that he didn't really mind what she would have to say. Jake couldn't wait to go and tell Christian about how things had happened.
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I'll keep this short. As always, thanks for reading. I appreaciate it very, very much! Thanks for the emails and words of advice. I hope you enjoyed this new intallment of the story and continue reading. E-Mail - synful_romance@sbcglobal.net