Men of Honor

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Chapter 5 - "You & Me"

(The year 2023)

The city's central park beamed with life. Children ran around playing hide and seek while young couples walked with their hands held, and people of an older age sat on benches, reminiscing on the vibrancy of the life they once had.

"There used to be a lake down there, did you know?" The elderly female said, peeking at Jacob, who sat next to her husband, his hands in his pockets, wearing these huge sunglasses, his left leg crossed over his right.

"I didn't, no." Jacob replied politely, smiling at the older woman. "Miss...?" He asked.

"Elanore." The older woman replied, smiling. "They used to have these little boats you could rent." She said, pausing as if she remembered something. "Robert took me on one when we first met. That's when he kissed me for the first time." She revealed, beaming at Jacob as she glanced at her husband, whose vacant and absent stare scanned the park's outer layer. Then Elanore's smile gently faded into melancholy. "He doesn't remember much these days." She divulged. "They say he's not there anymore." She uttered, looking at Jacob, who granted the woman his attention. "But we know better, don't we?" She tenderly asked as she looked deep inside her husband's eyes.

"How do you know? Jacob questioned. The woman looked at him and smiled.

"What's your name?" She asked.

"Jacob." He answered.

"Have you ever loved someone, Jacob?" She questioned. Jacob was taken aback by the sudden personal inquiry.

"I thought I did..." He replied, visibly struggling to convey his feelings on the matter. The woman reclined on the bench, holding her husband's hand inside hers, looking forward.

"Well, when you love someone...you just know." She declared. "Me and Robert...we've been together for 57 years. He's my best friend and the love of my life. When I look into his eyes...I know. He's still there. His tired body may have given up, but his spirit is very much alive, Jacob." She expressed, turning her head and winking. Jacob smiled, trying to mask his emotion. And even though he didn't fully understand Elanore's statement, he believed her words.

Jacob looked at her husband again before straightening himself on the bench and looking around the large grass patch before them.

"Do you mind if I ask you a question?" Jacob requested.

"Of course, sweetheart." Elanore replied.

"What's it like? Growing old, I mean?" He questioned as he scanned the surroundings. Elanore turned sideways, looked at him, and smiled.

"Growing old is just another word for living." She replied.

"What about all the memories? Aren't you...afraid they'll disappear, or you'll forget them?" Jacob interrogated, glancing at the older man while digging for Elanore's wisdom.

"Your memories will only go where the smiles have been, Jacob." Elanore conveyed. Jacob skimmed at her husband, catching a single tear as it slid gently from his eye. "Just because you forget that doesn't mean it didn't happen." She said, winking cheekily. Jacob smiled and looked down at his wristwatch before turning to address Elanore.

"Thank you." He uttered. "Sadly, I must leave." Jacob announced. Elanore raised her hand, waving goodbye as he strolled away. "Was a pleasure to meet you." He conveyed.

"Likewise." She responded.

Jacob strode through the large park towards the exit, pulling slowly away from all the noise and hecticness. He wandered a few blocks on foot before veering right into a particularly familiar neighborhood and walking along a couple of streets, stopping in front of a large, two floor house. Jacob looked around before stepping inside the green lawn with the white picket fence. He approached the door and knocked three times. He could hear a commotion in the background, probably coming from the upper floor. After about thirty seconds, the door opened. In front of him stood Christian, with a hand towel in his hand and a flustered look. The silence that followed seemed to relish on the emptiness of the chasm between the two men, but the intensity of their gaze quickly filled it with unsurmountable force.

"Hey." Jacob finally uttered. Christian's eyes scanned him. They dwelled between shock and bottled rage.

"I..." Christian mumbled. "What are you doing here?" He questioned.

"I came to meet my real estate agent. Finally sold my house. I wasn't sure if...I mean..." Jacob struggled to convey as his mouth battled his nervousness. "I had to stop by. Seemed wrong if I didn't." He finally disclosed.

"It's been five years, Jacob." Christian uttered, his green eyes twitching.

"I know. I..." Jacob replied before being cut off. From under Christian's arm, a small boy popped up. He was blonde, with green eyes, and fair, light skin, the spitting image of Christian.

"Daddy..." The boy uttered, but the sight of Jacob made him flinch slightly with childlike embarrassment into Christian's leg, peeking from behind it. Christian looked down at his son and smiled.

"This is...an old friend of daddy's." Christian explained. "Aren't you going to say hello?" He questioned, smiling down at his son.

"Hi..." The boy begrudgingly uttered.

"Hey." Jacob said, faking his enthusiasm. "What's your name?" He asked.

"Jacob." The boy replied. Jacob felt his chest implode. He lingered on the child for a moment, his head feeling excruciatingly heavy until he finally lifted his eyes towards Christian, whose green gaze dawdled, tears struggling to hold themselves from evading. Jacob smiled, then looked back down at the child.

"You have a beautiful name." Jacob mumbled, his voice breaking. The boy beamed at him.

"Jacob, go back upstairs. Bath time, remember? Mommy's waiting." Christian instructed. The boy reluctantly nodded, turned around, and walked up the stairs to the second floor. Jacob darted around, feeling disoriented.

"I shouldn't have come. I'm sorry. I should go..." He uttered, turning back towards the driveway.

"Wait. Don't go." Christian blurted out. Jacob stopped in his tracks, his heart pounding inside his chest. He turned around to face Christian, and when he did, all the love he had bottled inside came rushing back. "You look good." Christian uttered as he scanned Jacob from head to toe. "Really good, actually." He reiterated, astonished at how time didn't seem to put a strain on his friend's appearance. Jacob grinned.

"Well, you look like shit." He razzed. There was a brief silence before both men shared a bursting chuckle.

"You piece of shit. Try managing a kid! They..." He stated, but Jacob interrupted.

"...Suck the life out of you, I've heard." He said, smiling. Jacon paused and gazed at Christian, trying to seal up the last five years away from his friend. "You're still the most beautiful man I know..." He expressed as he held his tears at bay. "I missed you, Christian." He whispered, the range of his statement indiscernible.

"Where are you staying?" Christian questioned, attempting to shift the conversation.

"A hotel nearby. The one on Downey Street." Jacob disclosed.

"Let's meet for a drink later tonight. Emma's taking the kid to her parents this weekend..." Christian suggested.

"Still not getting along with them, hum?" Jacob teased. Christian shrugged, grinning mischievously. "10 pm, ok?" He asked. Christian looked inside, then nodded in agreement. Jacob turned around and started walking away.

"Hey!" Christian hollered. Jacob turned around to face his friend. "After all this time, don't I get a hug?" Christian asked to Jacob's surprise. The moment he heard the words, his body propelled forward, and he rushed, trying desperately not to run over to his friend. Jacob draped his arms around Christian as the scent of his skin plunged inside him. The feeling was so overwhelming he felt like crying. Then suddenly, Christian's mouth touched his ear.

"I've missed you too. So much..." He whispered, pulling away almost immediately. Jacob could have stayed there forever, but he understood the implications, so he began walking backward, never taking his eyes off Christian.

"I'll see you tonight." He uttered as he turned away, walking back to the town's center and into the hotel where he was staying. As he slid the keycard on the door to his room and sat on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror, he realized he had been smiling since he left Christian's house. There was an underlying fear that this encounter would set back his newfound independence of spirit, yet a deep part of him regaled on rekindling his connection with Christian. It felt like returning to a familiar place he desperately missed. He plunged onto the bed and lay there, gaping at the ceiling, smiling. A few minutes later, he fell asleep.

He woke up later, disoriented. He glanced at his phone, and as he did, his body rocketed off the bed like a bullet. It was 9.30 pm.

"Fuck!" He roared as he stripped bare, rushing to the shower. He didn't have time to shave, so he randomly clutched some clothes from his suitcase and threw them on. He stopped before the mirror, checked himself out, and flew out the door. As he descended the elevator, he started getting flustered and anxious. He tried to calm himself down, but the thought of being with Christian again was too overwhelming to manage. He reached the hotel lobby and scanned the foyer. There was no sign of him. Then he looked to his left, towards the bar, and Christian was sitting on one of the stools, chatting with the bartender. He wore a white shirt and pants that hugged his stunning body delicately. Jacob beamed and walked over to him.

"Hey." He uttered. Christian turned around, smiled, and stood up, opening his arms. Jacob dove inside his embrace again, the scent of his friend ushering all his memories back. As they clutched, Jacob felt Christian's soft dick rub against his. "Glad you came."

"Of Course." Christian replied from under Jacob's bosom. "Let's find a table." He suggested, signaling the bartender, who escorted them to a cozy hidden corner facing the outdoor pool. They sat down and remained there, their eyes locked on each other, awkwardly managing the silence until Christian finally took charge. "So, how have you been?" He asked. Jacob fidgeted in his seat.

"I've been good. Been traveling quite a bit with the guys. It's been an adventure, to say the least." He declared. Christian seemed genuinely interested, yet Jacob could feel a hint of jealousy stemming from his semblance. "How about you?" Jacob countered.

"Well...I'm tired all the time. I'm 29, but I feel like I'm hitting 50. But at the end of the day...it's worth it. I love my boy more than anything in my life." Christian said with a resoluteness in his voice that shook Jacob.

"You named him Jacob..." He remarked.

"Yeah..." Christian replied, nervously rubbing his fingers on the tablecloth.

"Why?" Jacob questioned. Christian's hand halted, and his head swerved outside towards the pool.

"I didn't know if we'd ever see each other again...I guess...it was a way of keeping you in my life." He confessed, to Jacob's surprise. "Emma wasn't a fan..." He quipped.

"Are you happy?" Jacob queried, their boundaries slowly crumbling.

"I don't know..." Christian muttered. "When I look at my kid, I feel happy, yeah. But most of the time...I don't know...I wonder if..." He stammered before looking at Jacob and shrugging. "Nevermind." He brushed off, looking away again.

"Christian, I'm sorry I haven't been around. But I had to find my own life. I had to try and find myself." Jacob explained. He could see Christian's eyes as they glinted, the blue lights from the pool reflecting on them.

"Don't. You were right." Christian interceded. "What I did to you...what happened back then...I don't deserve your friendship." He admitted. Jacob leaned forward and placed his elbows on the table, his arms crossed and his eyes on Christian.

"Hey, look at me." He lured. "Christian...look at me." Jacob beckoned, noticing tears forming inside his friend's vacant gaze. Christian reluctantly turned his head to face him. And Jacob was there to meet him, with the words Christian desperately longed to hear. "I still love you. That will never change." He expressed. Christian's eyes latched, and tears rolled down his face. He could witness a weight lifted from Christian's shoulders.

"I..." Christian mumbled before chugging his drink and setting the glass on the table. He then reclined back on his chair and sat there gazing at Jacob. His countenance began to change. "When you said you had to go find yourself..." He said. "Where did it lead you?" He questioned. Jacob's gaze pierced through him as he scanned every nook and cranny of Christian's face. Then Jacob smiled.

"It led me here. Back to you." Jacob answered. Not an ounce of trepidation in his statement. Christian's eyes welled up, and his dick hardened inside his pants. Jacob chugged his drink and signaled the bartender to tab the drinks, letting his back fall on the chair. "Now, what do you say we skip the chit chat and go to my room?" He commanded. Christian's breath became heavier, and a grin pushed through his somber demeanor.

"Ok." He reacted.

They both got up and rushed to the elevator. Jacob trotted ahead, with Christian following close behind. He pushed the button several times before the door finally closed. The second it did, Jacob took his hand and pushed Christian against the wall, making the lift swing slightly. He leaned into him, their bodies brushing, their dicks honing, and their mouths inches apart as their heavy breaths covered each other's faces.

"I missed your breath on me." Jacob moaned. Christian's mouth hovered open, his plump lips slightly apart as his tongue glazed over them, battling the urge to plunge forward and merge with Jacob's. Both men's eyes were closed as their lips searched for a way to connect. "Christian..." Jacob whispered into his mouth.

"Jacob..." Christian moaned back.

"Just kiss me already." Jacob entreated.

And so, Christian did. He lunged his head forward and locked lips with Jacob, finally sealing their love for each other. Christian took his arms around Jacob's lower back and pulled him into his chest. As he shoved his tongue inside his mouth, their spits fusing, he'd rock his head from side to side, sucking on every part of Jacob's lips. In turn, Jacob would moan uncontrollably, his mind obliterated by the culmination of all those years of longing. While clutched inside Christian's firm grasp, he slid his right hand down and grasped his crotch, which was engorged and pulsating. He began rubbing it over Christian's pants, and as he did, Christian grunted, plowing his tongue deeper inside Jacob's mouth.

"Jay..." Christian groaned.

"I know..." Jacob muttered back, completely lost in the moment.

Suddenly, the elevator doors spread, and a posh, uptight couple walked in. Jacob and Christian barely had time to push away from each other and turn towards the door, their backs leaning against the back of the box. As the lift ascended, the couple stood with their backs turned as the two men wrestled with the urge to resume their make-out session. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife as the numbers on the panel rolled, slowly reaching Jacob's floor. Once he heard the soft bell sound, Jacob took Christian's hand, pulling him and pushing through the couple mindlessly.

"Goodnight!" He hollered, chuckling as he sprinted through the endless hall of doors. Christian followed him, trying to catch up to Jacob, spellbound by his contagious joy.

They ran together, laughing and shoving each other, as a nostalgic wave flowed through them. They felt alive and young again. As if the traumatic events of the last years never existed. Jacob skidded abruptly, swiped his card, and opened the room's door, holding it for Christian. He closed it and followed his friend inside. As they walked towards the bed, Jacob couldn't help but notice how amazing Christian's ass looked in those pants. When Christian turned, he was right there waiting for him. Christian opened his mouth slightly as if to say something, but Jacob pushed his hand against his chest, stopping him in his tracks. They stared silently into each other's eyes, their breaths syncopated. Jacob took his hands down to Christian's crotch and started unbuckling his belt, opening his zipper and letting his pants fall to the floor. Then without waiting, he pulled Christian's underwear, unlocking his 8-inch throbbing cock. Christian unbuttoned his shirt, tore it off, and shoved it sideways. He was now completely naked, his smooth, still beautiful body disclosed, a soft expression on his face as his cock's tip rubbed against Jacob's pelvis. Jacob pulled his shirt off and unzipped his pants, letting them drop gently on the floor. And as he pulled his underwear down, his cock sprung forth and brushed Christian's. Jacob held both in his right hand and started tugging on them. Christian's head immediately tilted back as he sighed in pleasure. Jacob took his left hand and grasped his friend's neck, pulling him forward again and locking their mouths in a passionate kiss, still rubbing their dicks with his right hand. The last chip of Christian's resistance fell through, and he finally took his arms, swathing them around Jacob's back, his left around his lower back, and his right between his shoulder blades, pulling him in as he pushed his tongue deeper inside his mouth. As their tongues danced together, their tastes fused, and their movements began merging. Christian's left hand started to explore Jacob's back, moving over his soft skin like a snake, climbing into his neck and sliding his fingers inside his raven hair. His right hand descended into uncharted territory, grazing gently over Jacob's ass. Christian's fingers started squeezing Jacob's cheeks, smacking them vigorously. Meanwhile, his breathing became more nuanced inside Jacob's mouth, who moaned, tracking every slap.

They unlocked their lips, spit covering them, and Christian sat on the edge of the bed, his dick rock hard and pointing towards the ceiling, a coat of precum oozing from within his foreskin. Jacob knew what his friend wanted, so without missing a beat, he kneeled between Christian's legs, tipped forward, and shoved his nose inside his sack, just over the balls, taking a prolonged sniff. Christian fell back, chuckling, his hands covering his mouth. But soon, that chuckle curved into a vigorous wail as Jacob's tongue began sliding along his scrotum, and his mouth started sucking on his balls. With each new moan evading Christian's mouth, Jacob's head pushed deeper and deeper inside his crack, and at times his tongue would accidentally skate Christian's sphincter, making his pelvis sprout upwards in small but firm movements.

The musky scent coming from Christian's crotch, mixed with the sweat, was sending Jacob into a frenzy. He started gliding his tongue along Christian's cock, up to the tip, pulling the foreskin back and wiggling his tongue over his banjo string. This particular move made Christian's body quiver, and the more he did, the snappier Jacob's tongue moved. Sensing the jolts, Jacob slid up the shaft and swallowed it whole, bobbing his head up and down like a pro.

"Fuuuuck." Christian groaned as he took his hands from his mouth and punched his arms sideways, flat on the bed, his head shaking from side to side. "Jacob..." He muttered, his fingers grasping the sheets. Jacob just sighed back, signaling Christian his enjoyment. By now, Jacob had mastered his technique, and his mouth had complete dominance over Christian. Every inch of Christian belonged to his mouth, throat, and tongue, as they all worshipped his cock. Suddenly Jacob felt it spasm inside his mouth. He knew Christian was close, so he stopped moving and held it inside his jaws, captive, slightly moving his tongue from side to side, stopping every time he felt it twitch again. He heard Christian take a deep breath and couldn't help but chuckle, his mouth still covering his friend's shaft. "Fuck...I'm sorry..." Christian uttered before his cock pulsated and strings of cum began erupting inside Jacob's mouth. Rather than pull away, he plunged his head further down, the tip of Christian's dick now touching the back of his throat where it remained, delivering the remains of his lust juice while Jacob moaned, slowly consuming them. He finally pulled away, having milked every ounce of Christian's batter, releasing a gasp of air as he unlocked from the throbbing prick.

"Peachy." He razzed, winking up at Christian, whose head lifted from the bed, giggling. Then, between heavy breaths, Christian's gaze started changing, pondering something as he scanned Jacob.

"Come here." He said. Jacob slowly crawled up, going in for a kiss. But Christian put his hand over Jacob's mouth, arresting him. "No." He uttered, extending his arms and grabbing Jacob's ass, pulling it up, signaling Jacob to bring his pelvis up.

Jacob's heart froze momentarily before a jolt of energy traversed his body, exploding in his groin. He couldn't believe it. He crawled upward, his arms holding the balance while his legs slid over the bed and his knees docked under Christian's armpits. Jacob looked down, his dick inches away from Christian's face, cutting between his beautiful green eyes that stared at him from under it. Then they shifted focus, landing on his shaft. Jacob grabbed his cock and started rubbing the moist tip gently over Christian's red plump lips. The sensation was exhilarating.

"Do you know how many times I dreamt about this?" He razzed, moving his hips slowly back and forth, teasing his friend's mouth. But this time, Christian didn't laugh. His deep green eyes locked on Jacob, lust oozing from them.

"Then shut up and fuck my mouth already." He uttered with a fearless expression. He stuck his tongue out, and Jacob felt it touch the underside of his cock. He arched his head only to bring it right back up, fearful of missing the moment, one that he knew he would never want to forget. Then, he sat on Christian's chest and started slapping his shaft over his tongue, rubbing it in and coating it with his friend's moist. Jacob pulled his pelvis up, his ass hovering over Christian's face, and slowly slid his cock inside. Within seconds Christian pulled away, coughing. Jacob began reclining back, his hands over his thighs, but Christian punched through and grabbed his arm.

"No. Come back." He uttered, his eyes transfixed on Jacob's cock. He smiled, lifted his neck slightly, and started licking the tip, pinching it with his lips, and while doing so, he would move his tongue around it. Jacob moaned as Christian smiled from within his beautiful stretched lips, enveloped around his best friend's cock. Jacob understood Christian's need to explore, so he patiently kneeled there, offering his shaft as a training ground for him. Jacob's eyes veered down, and there, between his legs, Christian's eyes gazed at him, his lips stretched wide around his cock. Inside his eyes, Jacob finally found his best friend again.

"Now I understand why Sylas calls you "angel face." He uttered under a heavy breath. Christian's blinked and rolled his eyes, moaning like a puppy as he slowly but surely began to welcome his submissive side. Jacob felt almost lightheaded at the sight of Christian sucking greedily on his cock. Sensing his friend's confidence build, he pulled himself forward, pushed his fists into the mattress, placed them near Christian's head, lifted his ass, and started sliding his cock further down his friend's throat. Christian's hands immediately came up and pushed Jacob's pelvis, his eyes wandering away in panic. "Look at me." Jacob commanded. "Chris..." He insisted. Christian's eyes locked on him again, flared. Jacob's dick was still 5 inches inside his mouth. He waited for Christian's hectic breathing to come down, pursuing it with his own. Then he felt Christian's gaze shift back. His tongue started rolling around Jacob's cock, her softness caressing his dick again. The confidence anchored in Christian's eyes once more. "There you go..." Jacob grunted, and with a swift move, he resumed his hovering position and began fucking Christian's mouth. The room went silent, and the only noises you could hear were Christian's gags and heavy breaths as he swallowed Jacob whole, slobbering and spewing froth. As Jacob increased the rhythm, he could perceive Christian's whimpering getting louder, which turned him on even more, and suddenly it became an escalating pursuit of pleasure. The louder Christian wailed, the more savage Jacob became and soon, Christian's face was entombed under him.

Suddenly he lost balance and fell sideways, his hands gripping Christian's golden curls. He continued pummelling, but Christian's noises ceased. Jacob felt compelled to pull away and check on Christian, but his friend's arms came up and held his thighs. As Jacob continued to thrust his dick inside, something started happening with Christian's mouth. It was like his dick was thawing inside it. His tongue was now laced around his cock, gripping it fiercely, the walls of his mouth snaring it, and the smoothness of his throat nudging, ever so slightly, the tip of his shaft, which by now was beginning to send shock waves into his whole body. Jacob pulled his upper body backward in time to catch Christian's face, nestled inside his groin, his mouth gobbling on his cock, his eyes closed in complete surrender and bleeding with sexual bliss. Everything around Jacob stopped at that moment. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. And so, without warning, he fired the first shot. Christian's eyebrows puckered up in surprise, but his eyes remained closed as he enjoyed the feeding, blissfully moaning as he went.

"Oh my God! Oh god..." Jacob hollered, his hips twitching as he inadvertently plunged his batter inside Christian's throat. As the rush began to slow down, he tried to pull away, but Christian squeezed his hands on his thighs and pulled him in, moaning like an animal, his tongue still rolling around Jacob's cock, licking every bit of cum off it. Jacob tilted his head up, his left hand cleaning his sweat-drenched forehead, heard a popping sound and felt a rush of fresh air glide through his prick. As he looked down, Christian was looking back at him. His deep green eyes probed for his best friend.

"So?" Christian asked, a grin on his face, as he still puffed, his lips swollen and his face flushed red.

"Best fucking head of my life." Jacob replied, chuckling.

"I should have done this years ago." Christian stated. Suddenly, an overwhelming tidal surge of sadness washed over his face. Jacob's lips parted as he went for a kiss, but Christian cut through his gesture. "I gotta piss." He said, sliding off the bed and rushing for the bathroom.

Reality kicked in like a tumbling sky. Jacob felt it again, the abyss. Despite the beautiful, inevitable moment they had shared, their lives had grown apart. Maybe irreparably. The sadness that crept inside Christian had managed to latch itself onto Jacob, and as he lay there naked and unaided on that hotel bed, he felt his friend, the man he loved, slip away from him again.

"No." Jacob suddenly uttered. "Not again." He vociferated, his jaw clenched in anger. He stood up, rolled out of bed, and bolted to the bathroom door opening it unannounced. Christian stood before the mirror, his eyes watering as tears rushed down his face.

"I fucked up." He said as he glimpsed at Jacob through the mirror. His lips trembled as he tried to hold back from crying. "And now I can't undo it..." He uttered, his voice breaking as the bottled pain tore his insides. "What have I done?" He sobbed, his head sinking between his shoulders, his back spasming as he let out his tears.

And there, seeing Christian's pain materialize, Jacob finally understood. He rushed over and grabbed Christian, turned him around to face him, and held his face in his hand, compelling him to look into his eyes.

"Christian, I love you." He confessed. "You're the fucking love of my life." He professed, his tears joining Christian's in solidarity.

Christian's head fell on Jacob's chest, and from it, the words Jacob had yearned to hear his entire life finally broke free.

"I love you too." Christian whispered between sobs. Then he lifted his head and lunged into Jacob's mouth. "So much, Jacob." He rambled as he kissed him, his tears mixing with their saliva. His arms held Jacob and pulled him close, smothering him. But Jacob didn't fight it. "I can't live without you...I just can't." He stated. Jacob's eyes closed in pain. He held Christian's head and slipped his fingers between his hair, tenderly brushing it.

"Doesn't matter anymore. I'm here now." Jacob assured, his voice soothing Christian's pain. "Do you feel this, Christian?" He asked, holding Christian's hand and placing it over his chest, near his heart. Christian's head nodded. "I'll never let go." He promised. "Never." He restated.

And there, in that bathroom, the two friends finally became lovers, souls bound by an unbreakable promise, an everlasting bond. And the chasm between the two men slowly melted away, bringing them home to each other, to the place they knew so well, piecing back together the shards of the intimacy they thought shattered.

Jacob walked Christian back to bed, and they both lay on it, naked. They turned their bodies sideways, facing each other with one of their arms extended, the tip of their fingers brushing. It was a while before Christian finally spoke.

"I can't leave her. She'll take my boy away from me." He stated, his voice low and weak.

"I know." Jacob replied, his tone soft and comforting.

"What now?" Christian questioned, looking to Jacob for an answer. Jacob smiled. He slid over the bed closer to Christian, raised his leg, and climbed on top of him, his muscular ass sitting on Christian's soft cock.

"Now you fuck my ass." Jacob commanded, with a smirk on his lips as he felt Christian's dick harden between his crack. He could notice Christian's eyes flare up. "What?" He questioned, grinning.

"I'm nervous..." Christian uttered, chuckling as he took his right hand to his hair, pulling his golden locks away from his eyes.

"Why?" Jacob questioned, surprised. "You've done this before..." He razzed.

"Not with you...feels different with you." Christian confessed, his eyes locked on Jacob. Both men stared at each other, their gaze loading with passion, desire, and all the love they had locked away inside their hearts, now free to venture forth.

"Like it's your first time?" Jacob asked, his heart boiling up with emotion. Christian nodded, embarrassed. He slanted forward and kissed Christian's lips tenderly. "I want you inside me." He whispered into Christian's mouth before going back in and kissing him passionately. Christian moaned softly as his hands slid along Jacob's body, landing on his cheeks. He brought his body up and nestled his head on Jacob's torso, grazing his hands along his back.

"I've wanted this for so long..." He whispered as his lips kissed Jacob's skin. He brought his mouth to Jacob's nipples and started nibbling them, pinching them, teasing them with his tongue, and sucking on them. He could hear Jacob's whines, feeling his fingers inside his hair and his arms gripping his head harder, pulling him into his chest. Christian stayed there, worshiping his lover's pecks, until he began to feel Jacob's cock, which had been rubbing against his belly, oozing precum over it. His own dick had been throbbing between Jacob's cheeks, held at bay by its pressing weight. He felt the roles shift, as Jacob's energy was becoming submissive while he was dominant, a rush of heat and internal blaze marauding through him. His hand grabbed Jacob's hair and yanked his head back. Jacob gasped, his mouth opened to the ceiling. Christian lunged on his neck, biting it and licking it, savoring the taste of Jacob's skin. With his left hand, he grabbed Jacob's and guided it to his mouth, spitting on it, then drove it back to his cock.

"Stick it in." He ordered. Jacob's spit-covered hand held his cock, fusing the moistness with the precum stored under Christian's foreskin. Jacob pulled it back, giving it a couple of strokes before tilting his ass up and guiding the tip near his hole. As it touched his sphincter, he rubbed it gently over it, lubricating it. Then gently pressed it in, forcing his ass down on the 8-inch prick, eagerly sliding it all the way. Jacob felt Christian's left hand grip the skin on his ass while his right hand pulled his face back down and into his mouth, his tongue driving inside like a predator. They groaned into each other, and with every subtle movement, Jacob would feel Christian's cock twitch inside his hole as his hands gripped him harder.

"Wait, wait, wait..." Christian uttered, chuckling slightly. Jacob giggled, aware that any sudden movement would make Christian bust his nut. Christian's lust for him was so intense the mere sensation of his hole wrapped around his cock was tipping him over the edge. He held his breath, trying not to clench his sphincter, waiting for Christian's rush to subside. Out of nowhere, he felt Christian's dick slither, the tip verging on siding off before he halted, pushing it in vigorously. And then, it began. Christian let his back fall on the bed, his head arched back, his chin pointing up, and started fucking Jacob's hole intensely. With such sheer force, Jacob's ass would bounce off Christian's pelvis like a drill forcing him to place his hands on Christian's chest to keep his balance. Christian grasped his asscheeks, slapping them occasionally, groaning and shaking his head from side to side, lost in rapture, his ass bouncing off the bed, propelling his whole shaft inside. Jacob brought his hands back, pushed his pelvis forward, and clenched his ass, contracting his gap, hugging Christian's shaft closely. He could now feel every inch of Christian inside him, the walls of his crevice embracing his cock. Christian's thrusts started to slow down, desperately trying to contain his ardor, withholding his orgasm.

Jacob was so out of it that his body tumbled sideways, falling next to Christian, who followed his movement, swerving along with him, trying to keep his dick inside Jacob. His legs now scissored into Christian, whose dick still pumped Jacob's hole. He put his hands under Jacob's knees and pulled his legs over his shoulders. Jacob let out a sounding gasp as the tip of Christian's dick teased his prostate. Then Christian swathed Jacob's back with his arms and pulled him closer, their faces fastened, their breaths blanketing their sweaty mugs. Jacob's eyes were closed as Christian lay there, his energy shifting as his thrusts became sluggish and extended. He waited for Jacob to open his eyes again, and when he did, he beamed at his lover. Their mouths were close enough that they could touch, but they didn't. They lingered there, hostage to the most intimate moment of their lives.

"Jacob...I'm close." Christian moaned. Jacob's hand held his neck and gripped it tighter.

"No..." He muttered, his eyes locked on Christian, belching his submissiveness. Christian slowed his thrusts even more. He was no longer fucking Jacob. He ardently loved him.

Verging on consummating his deep love for Jacob, a profoundly daunting thought dawned on Christian. He had pushed Jacob away because he deeply feared losing him, losing their friendship, their love. But by doing so, he had altered the course of their lives irreparably. By attempting to avoid something from happening, Christian's actions had set in motion the events he hoped to prevent. Emotion took over, a gush of guilt brewing inside his radiant green eyes.

"I'm so sorry...for hurting you." He whispered, sliding his dick in and out of Jacob's taint. Jacob's mouth remained open, his eyes completely transfixed on Christian, his face signaling every thrust of his lover's shaft. "I know now...that..." Christian continued, the revelation striking down like a bolt of lightning. "...you're my soulmate." He finally disclosed, their bodies freezing in a trembling jolt as he unloaded inside Jacob. At the same time, he could feel a warm jizz splurging on his stomach, shooting from Jacob's cock. Christian's hips started twitching, and their moans fired from their mouths like "staccato" notes. "Fuck." Christian blurted quietly. Hearing this, Jacob pulled Christian's neck in and kissed him passionately. All you could hear were Christian's grunts as the last fires of cum drenched Jacob's hole. Then he finally let go of Christian, and they both pulled back from each other, falling to the side, their backs against the mattress, their chests pumping air, and their gradually softening dicks still twitching over their abdomen.

They looked at each other and beamed. Then Jacob rolled his body over to Christian, swathing his leg and arm over him, his hand stroking Christian's cock.

"When are they coming back?" Jacob questioned.

"Monday. After lunch." Christian replied as he stroked Jacob's raven locks.

"Stay with me until then." Jacob beseeched.

"Ok." Christian responded with no hesitation, his eyes beaming. Jacob glanced up, they both leaned in and kissed each other passionately.

(Three days later)

Way outside town, Casey and Sylas chopped wood outside the cabin.

"Casey, for fuck sake, cut the logs shorter, or they won't fit in the fireplace." Sylas hollered, chuckling.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever..." Casey mumbled back, his mind distant and his gaze scanning the dirt road leading into the guardrail around the cabin. Sylas stopped chopping and glanced at Casey's somber semblance.

"Give him time, Casey. He'll come around." Sylas uttered, trying to appease the boy's gloominess.

Suddenly, Casey's eyes flared as tires skating on the road reverberated in the distance. A large white SUV veered into the property, speeding and carrying a dust wave behind it. As it entered the guardrail, it stopped, the sound of the breaks echoing through the valley. Jacob jumped out, looking anxious and angry.

"Where is he?" Jacob questioned, his voice agitated. Casey dropped his axe and rushed to hug Jacob, who embraced him back, his eyes closing as he gently stroked Casey's neck, sowing a kiss in his mouth.

"We were wondering when you'd show up." Sylas stalled. Jacob looked at Sylas with an unwavering expression. Casey darted at Sylas, his semblance pleading for his friend's cooperation. "Fine." Sylas uttered, raising his axe and plunging it onto the chopping log before him. He strolled inside, and as he closed the door, he saw Casey jumping into Jacob's lap, their bodies slamming against the white van's door. He walked over to Jeffrey's room and opened the door.

"Jeff...Jeffrey...JEFFREY!" Sylas uttered, visibly vexed. Jeffrey sat at the foot of his bed with his back to the door. His muscular arms pushed against the mattress, and his head fell over his chest.

"Yes." He said calmly. "What is it?" He questioned, his face still hidden from sight.

"Jacob's here. He wants to see you." Sylas informed.

"I know..." Jeffrey said elusively, his voice sounding weakened. Sylas stood there, hesitant. He went to close the door but suddenly halted.

"You know you can talk to us, right? You've been...We love you, Jeff. And we're here for you." He declared, closing the door behind him. As soon as he did, Sylas paused, struck by an eerie feeling. Something he hadn't felt in many years. He stepped outside, where Jacob spoke to Casey, whose desperate expression signaled something was about to happen. A few moments later, Jeffrey ambled out. He seemed uncharacteristically weary and frail. "Casey, come." Sylas hollered. "I think we should sit this one out..." He suggested. Casey seemed unsusceptible to oblige, but Jacob motioned for him to follow Sylas. The boy did, reluctantly. He went inside, and Sylas followed him, closing the door behind them.

Jeffrey and Jacob stood under the scorching sun, a deafening stillness overpowering them.

"Whatever you did to me...I want you to take it back." Jacob said, his voice filling the void between them.

"Doesn't work like that, Jacob." Jeffrey ascribed, his eyes squinting as if the daylight hindered him. He scanned around, trying desperately to avoid Jacob's gaze. "You shouldn't have gone looking for him. Whatever you're trying to do...It will only end in pain." He warned, his voice brimming with sorrow.

"You fucking did this to me! Take it back!" Jacob yelled, despair taking hold.

"I can't." Jeffrey revealed, his eyes shivering.

"Fuck!" Jacob uttered, bringing his hands to his head, pacing around, thinking. "Then give it to Christian. Whatever you gave me, give it to him." Jacob pleaded. "Jeffrey...please..." He begged. "I can't lose him..." Jacob admitted, his fear finally revealing itself.

"It'll never work. Besides, Christian won't do it." Jeffrey's words sliced like a sharp cut.

"I'll make him do it." Jacob guaranteed.

"You don't understand." Jeffrey uttered. "It's beyond our control..." He murmured, his head dunked, his words yielded in the space between them. Not a second later, he felt a shadow rush over, and as he raised his head, Jacob's fist struck him, knocking him to the ground.

"I fucking hate you! It isn't a gift! It's a fucking disease!" Jacob roared and was about to lunge down on Jeffrey again when Sylas and Casey rushed from inside the house. Casey seized Jacob while Sylas kneeled on the ground, aiding Jeffrey, who seemed incapable of raising himself off the floor.

"Jacob, STOP!" Sylas hollered back, his voice blaring and menacing, his protective instincts lifting a wall that seemed to crumble Jacob's hostility.

"Jacob, please...don't do this." Casey implored, the boy's voice finally reaching Jacob, who swang violently inside his grip. Casey moved his hand over Jacob's chest and felt his heartbeat decrease, finally releasing him. All four men stood there, looking at each other, unable to mend what had just broken.

"I curse the day I knocked on that door..." Jacob uttered, turning away and walking back to his car. Casey turned to Jeffrey, his face in complete desperation.

"Jeffrey...do something!" The boy begged, amidst tears that started flooding. But Jeffrey stood there, leaning on Sylas, watching Jacob leave them. Seeing this, Casey turned and rushed to Jacob's car, banging his hand on the driver's door. Jacob towed the window down. "Jacob...don't go. Please." The boy entreated, sobbing. Jacob leaned on his seat with his eyes closed, unable to confront the pain he was causing Casey, whom he cared for so much.

"I have to, Case. I...just have to." Jacob stated, opening his eyes to look at his friend. Casey was there, looking back at him.

"I love you..." The boy whispered.

"I love you too." Jacob replied, kissing Casey's tear-soaked mouth, pulling away, and smiling at the boy. "But I have to do this." He declared. Casey looked at him, and tilted his head to the side, scanning Jacob's eyes. And inside them, the boy found Jacob's inescapable will. He knew his friend had no choice but to give his love for Christian a chance. And so he understood, despite his love for Jacob, that he needed to let his friend go. He leaned over the window and took his lips to Jacob's ear.

"I'll be there, if you need me." Casey whispered, kissing Jacob's cheek. Jacob glanced at Casey and beamed, inundated by his affection for the boy.

He placed the key in the ignition and drove off. As he peeked in the rearview mirror, he could see Casey's arm waving him goodbye in the distance.

(The year 2028)

Two years went by. Jacob had moved to his parent's cabin, and he and Christian would meet there every two months or whenever Emma decided to visit her parents and leave Christian behind unrestrained. It was a Friday, and Christian was to arrive later that evening. Emma and little Jacob had gone to spend an entire week with his in-laws, and by the messages they'd shared the last couple of days, none of the two could manage their excitement. It was the longest they would be together since Christian married. Jacob spent the day setting up everything, and time seemed to fly by, because soon enough, Christian's car was pulling up on the dirt driveway. He rushed to the door and opened it just as Christian came from behind it carrying two bags. Jacob smiled and ran to him, and as he approached, Christian dropped his bags just in time to catch him in his arms as Jacob scissored his legs around his waist.

"Finally!" Jacob uttered.

"Hey!" Christian replied, grabbing Jacob's ass and squeezing it. Their faces sowed in each other. "I missed you." He said, searching for Jacob's mouth, sticking his tongue inside and kissing him.

"C'mon!" Jacob hailed enthusiastically. He grabbed one of Christian's bags and started walking inside. Suddenly Christian stopped in his tracks as he observed Jacob.

"How's it possible?" He questioned, smiling.

"What?" Jacob replied, stopping midway through the stairs leading to the front porch.

"Every time I see you, you're even more beautiful...like not a day has gone by." Christian remarked with awe. Jacob's face struggled to conceal his desire to reveal his secret. Because he knew someday, sooner than later, he'd have to do it. But not today, Jacob thought. So he just grinned, chuckling nonchalantly.

They entered the house, which hadn't changed much since those early years when they would go there to spend weekends and vent about their crazy girlfriends. Jacob dropped the bag in the hallway and skated inside the kitchen, grabbing two beer bottles. He looked for the bottle opener and found it over the kitchen benchtop, on the opposite side of where he stood. He leaned over to grab it just as Christian was walking in.

"Look at that..." He murmured as he gazed at Jacob's ass, taunting him. Before Jacob could turn around, he rushed over and grabbed him from behind, his hard dick chafing over Jacob's pants. "My favorite place in the whole world." He said. Jacob chuckled, teasing him by wiggling his butt cheeks.

Christian's breath started to shift immediately. He pulled Jacob's shirt over his head, tossing it on the counter, sliding his hands delicately over his smooth back. Admiring every muscle, every nook and cranny. He yanked his shirt off, then unbuckled his pants while Jacob followed suit, both dropping on the floor simultaneously, unleashing their throbbing cocks. He swung Jacob around and pulled him over the counter, his bare ass on the cold marble. Jacob swathed his legs around him, his feet hugging Christian's bubble butt, and pulled him in. Then Jacob extended his arm and opened the drawer just to their left, taking out a bottle of lube. Christian looked at him, amazed.

"There's one in every room now." Jacob razzed. Christian chuckled, grabbed the lube, coated his dick with it, and without missing a beat, slid his dick inside Jacob's hole unhurriedly. Jacob snapped his head back and let out a subtle gasp. "Welcome home, Chris." He whispered.

That night, Christian fucked Jacob for forty minutes. Right there on the kitchen bench.

The morning after, Christian overslept, drained from the car ride. He woke to an empty bed. He stretched, got up, splashed his face with cold water and went downstairs. Jacob was standing in the kitchen, cooking up some eggs.

"Morning." Christian uttered, his voice was still raspy. Jacob lifted his eyes, beamed, and winked. Christian loved the feeling of waking up to the sight of Jacob. He sat on one of the stools, his elbow on the table and his hand grasping his sleepy head in place, as he gazed out the large window in the back, overlooking the woods. He then looked at Jacob again, debating whether he should give in to his curiosity.

"What happened between you and the guys...?" He probed. Jacob's hand, which had been stirring the eggs on the pan, suddenly stopped.

"We had a falling out." He brushed, turning to Christian and placing two plates on the counter.

"I see." Christian mumbled. "Their cabin is just a few miles from here...don't you worry about bumping into them?" He drilled.

"From what I know, they barely come here. Would be hard for us to meet." Jacob reacted elusively. Christian felt compelled to continue drilling, but he decided not to. The subject seemed to put Jacob in a bad mood, and he didn't want that, so he abstained from digging any further. Jacob served the eggs and placed a fork and napkin on Christian's plate. He looked down, took a bite, and rolled his eyes with delight. He stood there, his back slightly hunched, looking at Jacob as he ate his eggs, then glanced around the room, contemplating the peacefulness.

"Remember that time when you asked me if I was happy? Christian asked.

"Mhmm." Jacob bobbed as he munched on his breakfast, not paying attention.

"This moment. Right now." Christian uttered, his voice filling up with emotion. "This is happiness." He conveyed. Jacob lifted his head to find Christian's green eyes staring at him. They shared a complicit smile. Then Jacob took his plate, cornered the counter, pulled one of the stools closer, sat next to Christian, their hips touching, and slid his hand inside his lover's golden locks. They sat there, enjoying the rest of their meal, while Jacob gently ran his fingers through Christian's hair.

They went on with their day as they usually would, lounging, chilling, and having sex. Jacob's libido seemed unflinching, and Christian eagerly kept up with his lover's stamina. Occasionally he would get tired, but Jacob assumed his life as a father was taking its toll. Jacob would, at times, find himself gazing at Christian when he wasn't looking, admiring his beauty. His body was still the same, albeit not so toned. That evening, they had fallen asleep naked on the couch while watching a movie. Jacob woke up a few hours later, alone. He got up and crossed the hallway into the kitchen to find Christian slouching over the fridge, his body lit by the light coming from it. Jacob smiled as a sense of "deja vu" rinsed over him.

"Do you have...?" Christian asked, but Jacob cut him off.

"Up there." Jacob replied, pointing to the cupboard over the fridge. Christian opened it and took out a bottle of canned peaches. He placed it on the counter, opened it, and started scooping them with his fingers. Jacob leaned on the doorway, profoundly moved by the beautifully melancholic moment. "I love watching you do that." He said as Christian lifted his eyes, letting some of the juices slide down to his chest. As he was about to scour it off, Jacob stopped him. "Don't." He said, and walked over to Christian, standing in front of him and taking his mouth to his chest, licking the thick juice off it and taking the opportunity to tease Christian's prickled nipples with his tongue. As he looked down, Christian's dick was sticking out, fully hard, already poking between his thighs. He grinned at Christian. Then took his hand, stuffed it inside the jar, coating it with the leftover juices, and started layering it over Christian's cock, who let out a moan mixed with a giggle. Jacob then kneeled and brought Christian's peach juice-covered prick into his mouth. He started performing the sweetest blowjob Christian had ever gotten. His head arched back in pleasure and stayed that way for several minutes as his mind focused solely on the slurping sounds that burst from Jacob's mouth. Christian suddenly felt the urge to look down. Jacob's head moved energetically, his raven hair waving over his dick.

"Baby, look at me. I wanna see your face while you do it." Christian uttered, his breath becoming increasingly spirited. Jacob pulled his head back slightly, titling it up as he gazed at his lover. And then, suddenly, Christian's face froze in shock.

"Jacob, your eyes..." He uttered, perplexed.

"What?" Jacob replied, confused.

"Your eyes!... They're fucking glowing!" Christian yelled, panic and fear taking hold of his voice as he pushed Jacob away, unlocking his drizzling cock from his mouth. He took his hand to his mouth, trying to mask his shock. Jacob stood up and looked at the extract hood above the stove. As he gazed at his murky reflection, he saw two bright rays, like headlights, where his eyes should be.

"Shit. Fuck." He stuttered, turning around and rushing for the bathroom, closing himself inside. He paced around nervously and ran for the mirror. "No. Please, no." He uttered, closing his eyes, hoping it was just a dream. But the more he wished for it to go away, the brighter the lights got.

"Jacob..." Christian's voice sounded from the other side of the door.

"I'll be right out..." Jacob spewed, trying to appear calm.

"Jacob, let me in." Christian insisted. But Jacob became silent. "Jacob, open this fucking door!" Christian shouted, his tone inflamed and authoritarian. But there was nothing but silence. He pulled back, gave his body some balance, and kicked the door down, breaking the lock off. He walked in to find Jacob hunching between the sink and the bathtub, his body curled and shriveled, his hands shielding his eyes in shame. Christian sighed in relief but soon noticed Jacob's sobbing. He came down and crawled slowly towards him. "Hey, look at me." He asked, his voice now tender and soothing. "It's ok." He affirmed. He reached his arm and touched Jacob's leg, disarming his lover, who reluctantly lowered his hands, exposing his eyes again. The glow seemed to have subsided in intensity, but it was still there, radiating from inside Jacob.

"I'm sorry..." Jacob mumbled incoherently.

"For what?" Christian asked, confused. Silence again. "Jacob...you're scaring me." Christian confessed.

"I should have told you." Jacob expressed as the glow gradually vanished, and his dark eyes reappeared.

"What happened to you?" Christian questioned.

"That night. The last night at the cabin. While Jeffrey was fucking me...something happened...he did something to me." Jacob tried to explain, but incredulity seized hold of Christian's face. He attempted to recount the events, but the more he delved into it, the more he realized how little he knew about what had happened to him. He could see Christian's face shifting, doubt, skepticism, anger, rage.

"I knew there was something off about them." He commented as he stood up and walked around the bathroom. He would glance down at Jacob, scanning his expression as if a part of him still found it all too hard to believe. "This is fucked up, Jacob...like sci-fi weird level shit, man...so what...he gave you a fucking virus or something?" He continued, frantically pacing around as he tried to wrap his mind around everything.

"No. It's nothing like that." Jacob cleared. "But...seems to affect my aging process..." He began to disclose. "I can't get hurt either...trust me...I tried." He divulged. Christian looked utterly puzzled.

"What do you mean...? He asked, already bracing for the answer.

Jacob looked at him, stretched his arm and took a pair of scissors from the cabinet below the sink. He opened the scissors and took the sharpest edge to his arm, slicing his skin.

"What the fuck, Jacob!" Christian hollered, leaning in.

"Wait." Jacob said, signaling Christian not to aid him. "Watch." He directed. Christian observed, stunned, as Jacob's wound he had just inflicted upon himself healed and mended before his very eyes. After about twenty seconds, the only thing left on his arm was the stains from the dried blood. Christian's legs faltered, and he sank to the ground, his back leaning on the wall opposite Jacob. Both men sat on that bathroom floor, examining each other, completely drained emotionally. Christian's eyes twitched as he tried to make sense of everything.

"In the back of my mind...I always wondered why you looked the same for the past eight years. But I could have never..." He rambled, his tone getting more somber. "Does...does this mean you can't get old? You can't get sick? You can't die...?" He questioned.

"I don't know." Jacob answered, and for the first time in a long time, Jacob felt Christian pull away from him. He stood up and motioned to leave. "Where are you going?" Jacob asked, trying to keep him from going.

"Upstairs. I need to think." Christian stated, turning his back and walking out. Jacob sat alone, the sound of the bedroom door closing in the distance.

During the next couple of hours an overwhelming silence took hold of the cabin, which a few hours ago beamed vibrantly. Jacob wandered around the first floor, yielded. Yet a part of him felt relieved that his secret was out and that there was nothing else he had to conceal from Christian. It took him a while, but Jacob finally mustered the courage to walk up the stairs and check on Christian. As he reached the door to their bedroom, he noticed it open, and through the crack, Jacob could see Christian sitting on the edge of the bed, still naked, his broad back facing the door, scarcely moving as he breathed, his head down between his shoulders. Jacob pushed the door and stood in the doorway, waiting for Christian to notice him.

"It was all my fault." Christian's voice uttered. "If I hadn't pushed you away, none of this would have happened." He said, his voice coming out low but with underlying intent. Jacob rushed to his side immediately. He sat beside him, his hand on Christian's back. Christian lifted his head to look at him, and Jacob could see the tears in his eyes. "I fucked our lives up, hum?" He joked. But none of them laughed this time. Jacob skated his hand up Christian's back and smiled at him.

"Do you know how happy I've been? How lucky I feel that we found each other again?" Jacob remarked, his voice bottled with emotion.

"And once I start to grow older...then what?" Christian questioned, pausing to garner courage. "Will you still love me?" He uttered as his eyes scanned Jacob, clamoring for his unconditional love. Jacob blinked, took Christian's hand to his chest, and placed it over his heart. It beat ferociously.

"Do you feel that?" He asked. Christian nodded. "I'll never let go." He professed. "You...and me. Forever." He stated, leaning in and kissing Christian's soft, red lips. Flavoring his taste, taking in his scent, desperately making sure never to forget them.

They fell backward on the bed, nestling their bodies, fusing them. Then Christian turned around, and snuggled himself into Jacob. He had never done it before, and Jacob was startled, unable to hold his dick from hardening once Christian's ass started rubbing on it. Jacob began kissing Christian's neck, and as he did, he heard a soft moan and felt Christian's ass move slightly, his crack now scouring for Jacob's prick, inviting it. Jacob lifted his head like a slingshot and lay there, staring at Christian. His eyes squinting, and a reluctant smile on his lips. Christian arched his head back, and their eyes locked.

"Are you sure?" Jacob asked nervously.

But Christian didn't answer. His eyes conveyed the answer. There were no more barriers between them, no more untruths or trepidations. There was only unconditional, untamed, uninhibited love. Christian was finally ready. He wanted Jacob inside him. He lifted his arm, grabbed Jacob's neck, and pulled him in, their mouths looming over each other.

"Fuck me, Jacob." He whispered, kissing Jacob's lips, finally surrendering himself to the love of his life with passionate adoration.

Jacob stood there, gazing at Christian, admiring his beauty as he gently grazed his fingers through his golden hair. His hand skated down his smooth body, feeling every muscle, along the side of his upper body, over his hip, and into his thigh, feeling Christian's downy skin prickle. Then his hand veered up again and stopped over his ass. He pushed Christian's left thigh upwards, bending it over the bed, and took his face to his ass, sniffing his taint. He rested his face over it, intoxicated by the scent. His mind blanked, and desire filled that space. He spread Christian's cheeks, releasing an alluring musky scent, and slid his tongue over it. Christian body jolted forward, and his head lifted from the bed, darting back.

"Wow, what are you doing?" He questioned, surprised.

"Trust me." Jacob murmured, his mouth hovering over Christian's hole, ready to dive in. Christian stared at Jacob for a few seconds, then released a soft giggle as he dropped his head back down. Jacob smiled to himself before eagerly cramming his face inside Christian's crack. He immediately heard a gasp, followed by a loud and prolonged moan. Jacob began licking Christian's sphincter with small and profound strokes, getting it nice and moist. Every time his tongue would go over it, it would pucker, and from the corner of his eyes, he could see Christian's toes curling and his hands grasping the bed sheets.

"Oh my god..." Christian moaned, his face buried in the mattress and his voice coming out muffled. Jacob chuckled from inside his ass, and given Christian's reaction, he began flicking his tongue over it, alternating between sliding and teasing. "Jake..." He moaned again. Jacob groaned, his tongue flitting over the sphincter, requesting permission to enter.

"Relax." Jacob uttered, pulling his mouth away from it. His hands held Christian's smooth cheeks, spreading them apart. He looked at Christian's taint again. It was the most beautiful hole he had ever seen. Perfect, smooth, with a subtle streak of blond fuzz around it. And it was his. All his. "Damn, Christian, you taste so fucking good." Jacob commented, his voice lost in ecstasy.

"Dude, stop!" Christian replied, giggling and burying his face further into the bed, mortified. But before he could turn away, Jacob lunged back in, pressing his tongue deep inside, feeling the soft walls of Christian's sphincter open slowly as he slid in. Christian's head immediately snapped back, his blonde curls bouncing with it, releasing a sea breeze scent that rushed past Jacob, augmenting his lust even more. "Oh fuck...that feels...amazing." He stated, finally looking back at Jacob, whose dark eyes peeked from under his bubble butt, spinning like two wheels. Christian's mouth opened, transfixed on his own pleasure and the pleasure Jacob seemed to be getting from rimming him. Christian body started bucking, and his smooth peach began pushing into Jacob, his hips lifting from the bed very subtly. He stretched his left arm back, grabbed Jacob's hair, and pulled him deeper inside, feeling his lover's tongue slide inwards, drilling into him and swirling around, stretching his now moist walls. His crack felt drenched in spit by now, and Christian's body was arching inhumanely, the tension only comparable to the pleasure he was receiving.

Suddenly he felt a popping sound as Jacob's head jumped from behind him. His eyes looked darker than usual, possessed by an overwhelming hunger. Jacob held his 8-inch dick and stroked it slowly as he looked at Christian lustfully. He pushed himself forward, his knees touching Christian's inner thighs and his prick bobbing over his hole. Jacob started slapping it over the wet crack, the soft skin from Christian's glutes jiggling like jello. They continued to stare deep into each other's eyes, and in a bold move, Christian took Jacob's cock in his hand and started rubbing it on his taint. Jacob snapped his head back, his arms resting gently over Christian's hips. As he rubbed Jacob's shaft on him, he felt it slide in slightly, like a golf ball hitting a shallow hole. Christian let go of it, and to his surprise, it stayed in position. He was so transfixed on Jacob's gaze that he hadn't noticed he was already pushing in. Jacob made a small move, adjusting his knees and straightening himself, before leaning forward and gently ramming his cock inside Christian.

"Aaaahhhh, fuck!" Christian hollered, a mix of pain and pleasure. A slight pressure as his walls tightened, but the moisture from Jacob's spit was easing it inside. Jacob stopped moving, letting his dick sit there as he scanned Christian's face, ensuring his lover was comfortable.

"Breath." Jacob directed. Christian followed. He took a deep breath, and as soon as he exhaled, Jacob thrusted deeper. Christian's mouth gaped, yet his eyes seemed bewitched by Jacob's stare. The two men trapped in a passionate gaze. Unwilling to escape. Jacob started thrusting his hips more vigorously, using every exhale Christian performed to slide another inch in, rocking his pelvis forward in micro thrusts as he went, drilling further. About six breaths later, Jacob was all in, his dick throbbing inside Christian's tight asshole. Suddenly his hands gripped Christian's hips, clutching the soft skin inside his fingers. "Shhh...don't move." He snarled. Christian instinctively went to grab Jacob's arm, concerned and unsure of what was happening. "DON'T...move." Jacob said, chuckling softly. "If you move, I'll cum." He said, nervously laughing as he looked at Christian's puzzled face. "Give me a minute." He said, closing his eyes and slowly resuming his thrusts. As he felt the high receding, he opened his eyes again to find Christian's green gaze ogling at him. A clangorous howl broke from Jacob's mouth as he leaned forward, his wrist holding the weight of his body, legs, and ass in the air, and started pounding his lover's ass, burying his body into the bed, and taking Christian's with him. As Jacob's pelvis hit Christian's cheeks, a slapping sound began to echo, and soon enough, Christian's voice broke from under it. It started as moaning but soon turned into something Jacob couldn't identify. It didn't even resemble Christian's voice. A sharp growl mixed with whimpering. Submissive and primal. Christian broke from Jacob's stare and pulled a pillow from the head of the bed, stuffing his face inside, trying to cage his screams of pleasure. Jacob's dominance took over as he realized Christian was relinquishing his body to him. Jacob grabbed his left leg and flipped her over to the side, turning Christian on his back, spreading him, his dick still inside his hole. Christian had brought the pillow with him and hid his face, biting on it as he wailed. Jacob leaned forward, his dick sliding deeper, and snatched the pillow from Christian's hands.

"Take that fucking thing off! I wanna look at your face while I fuck you." He commanded as he rammed with brutal force, propelling Christian's body upwards, grasping him by the hips. He fucked Christian for twenty minutes, nonstop, his lover's face contorting, eyes rolling to the back of his head, fingers clutching the sheets, and his mouth spewing otherworldly sounds. Buckets of sweat started trickling from his forehead, chest, and hair, landing on Christian's smooth chest below, evaporating as they hit his blazing body.

"Jake...please...fuck..." Christian whimpered as Jacob relentlessly kept pounding him. "Oh my god..." He stuttered, his body slinging up and down and his legs shaking and trembling. Sensing this, Jacob dropped forward, collapsing on Christian's chest, grabbing his legs and wrapping them around his waist as he continued shoving his dick inside Christian's now sloppy hole.

"You want me to stop? You want me to pull out?" Jacob questioned, his mouth ushering the words into Christian's ear. "Answer me." He demanded, increasing the thrusts. He felt unstoppable, much like his lust for Christian's cherry. Jacob's ass bounced up and down on his lover's ass, his arms holding Christian's upper body in his grasp. And then, as Christian's whimpers subsided, he finally heard his voice break from under him.

"No...don't stop...don't pull out." Christian mumbled, his shivering, tired legs dangling in the air. "Jacob...cum in my ass." He murmured.

"Christian..." Jacob uttered, his mouth lunging on his lover's, their tongues lacing together. Then, as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, he felt a gush of warm liquid fire in his stomach, and his cock exploded inside Christian, filling his gap with endless strings of white batter.

They unloaded together, never parting their mouths from each other. Unwilling to let go. Twitching their pelvises until the very last drop of cum had spewed from their cocks. Jacob dropped his head on Christian's shoulder, who finally felt the weight of his lover over his body. Their bodies moved up and down as their breaths returned to normal. Jacob pulled his cock out, and suddenly a loud queefing sound shot from Christian's hole.

"What the fuck was that?" Christian questioned, giggling and slightly ashamed. Jacob smiled.

"That's the sound of a well-bred hole." He stated. There was a brief silence before both men started laughing, surrendering to that awkward yet tender moment. Jacob stood on his knees, still feeling extremely energetic. He rolled Christian over on his stomach and slapped his ass. "C'mon, let's shower." He suggested. Christian didn't move. Unlike Jacob, he seemed positively exhausted.

"Dude, I can't move..." He whined.

"You got thirty minutes. Then I'm fucking your ass again." Jacob informed. Christian moaned.

"Not a chance. I'm sore as fuck, dude." He replied, trying to argue himself out of Jacob's injunction. Although deep inside, he could hardly wait.

"I'll rim you." Jacob's voice sounded from inside the bathroom. Christian's head lifted, and a smirk took hold of him. Like a kid on Christmas morning, he jumped off the bed and ran to the shower.

That evening, Jacob kept his promise and rimmed Christian's hole for over an hour. Christian came twice.

(The year 2040)

Jacob sat on the porch, his legs lifted over the wooden bars just in front of the swing he and Christian had built together and where they would occasionally take afternoon naps. He held a coffee mug and sipped unhurriedly as he patiently waited for Christian. A few minutes later, he heard tires slide over the dirt road, breaking twigs as they drove into the cabin's driveway. Jacob stood up. The car finally stopped, and he could hear Christian's voice squabbling with someone on the phone. When he finally exited, he looked tired and depleted.

"You're late." Jacob stated, turning around and walking inside. Christian stood there, bags in hand, as he shut his eyes, sighing.

"Great..." He uttered, dragging himself inside. "I'm sorry." He apologized as he stepped into the hallway, turning his head from one side to the other, searching for Jacob.

Christian was now 41, and his body was still relatively fit for his age, yet it lacked the smoothness it once had. His hands and face showed the signs of the passage of time, yet, inside his beautiful green eyes, the flame of his youth still sparkled. And it shined the brightest whenever he was around Jacob.

"Jake, where are you?" He hollered. "Jacob?" He shouted, dropping his bags on the floor and walking up the stairs, to their room. He approached the door and pushed it open. Jacob lay in bed sideways, wearing nothing but socks and a jockstrap, his ass facing the door and his hand caressing it lightly as he gazed at Christian, grinning.

"Happy birthday, Angel Face." He announced, sticking his tongue out cheekily. Christian smiled, chuckling as he held back the tears. He went in, closing the door behind him. He fucked Jacob's ass all afternoon with the stamina of a 21-year-old.

Hours later, they lay in bed, Jacob's head nestled on Christian's chest.

"Wanna go for another round?" Jacob suggested, sounding bored.

"I don't think I have it in me. Maybe later?" Christian requested, looking down at Jacob.

"Sure." Jacob's voice replied. After a brief silence, Christian signaled Jacob to move over and straightened himself on the bed, staring at his lover.

"We need to talk." He said. "Emma and I are getting a divorce." He divulged, pausing for Jacob's reaction. Jacob pulled his body up and kneeled on the bed before Christian.

"Is that a good thing?" He questioned.

"I hope so. Neither of us is happy." Christian articulated. "We talked to Jacob last week. He seemed to take the news relatively well." Then he paused and scanned Jacob's face. "I thought you'd be happy." He confessed.

"What does it mean for us?" Jacob questioned.

"Well, we'll be able to spend more time together..." Christian said, his voice filling up with excitement. "I thought...you might want to move in with me. The kid is off to college, barely around anymore, and Emma's moving back to her parents for now." He planned, his eyes glistening with hope. But as he rambled, he could feel Jacob's semblance slowly pulling him back into reality.

"You know we can't." Jacob revealed. "Maybe for a couple of years...and then what? What would we tell people when they became suspicious? It's too fucking complicated, Christian." Jacob reasoned. Christian sat there, his eyes staring at the love of his love. Jacob felt his heart squeeze inside his chest. He knew the truth he spoke was far too discouraging.

"We're never gonna be able to have a normal life together..." Christian uttered, his voice full of disappointment. "This isn't fair. We don't deserve this." He voiced, rolling off the bed and rushing out of the room.

"Shit." Jacob muttered as he sat alone in their bedroom, the twilight skulking through the window.

(The year 2063)

"Jacob, wait, not so fast..." Christian warned as Jacob rode his dick, his legs bent while he bounced on Christian's cock. Jacob halted abruptly and slid off.

"What's wrong?" He asked, a worried expression in his eyes.

Christian sat on the living room couch, panting, his hand over his chest. He had grown much older, his body had gained weight, his skin was wrinkled and thin, and he had lost most of his hair, his beautifully luscious golden curls now reduced to thinned patches, spread unevenly.

"It's fine. I just need to catch my breath." He said, trying to handle the anxious look on Jacob's face. "It's my fault...sometimes I forget..." He said, pausing. "Fuck!" He hollered, stooping his head between his legs and taking his hands over his head, weeping.

"Hey, hey, it's ok." Jacob said, rushing over to him. He kneeled in front of Christian and stood there, patiently waiting for him to calm down.

"I'm scared." Christian said, so low Jacob could barely hear him. He sat beside Christian and leaned on his back, wrapping his right arm around his chest.

"Why?" Jacob questioned.

"...I feel I'm getting closer to losing you..." Christian uttered.

"Hey, look at me." Jacob said, pulling Christian's wrinkled hand to his chest, over his heart. "Do you feel that?" He questioned, his eyes glistening with emotion. Christian nodded. "I'm never letting go. Never." He stated. Christian's glassy eyes finally looked up, locking on Jacob. Their green vibrancy was fading, along with their time left together. And Jacob knew it to be true. "Remember. You...and me. Forever." He whispered.

He held his lover's frail body in his arms, obscuring his tears from Christian's sight. They remained there, holding each other until Christian finally fell asleep.

(The year 2090)

Jacob was arriving from his usual daily walk in the woods when his phone finally picked up a signal. As he glanced at it, his heart fired. Jacob rushed inside the house, picked up his car keys, and drove off, his hands barely keeping the steering wheel steady, speeding toward the town. He ran through at least three red signs before veering into a large parking lot with a large private hospital next to it. Jacob rushed inside, sprinting through the halls, coming to a stop, his hair disheveled and his face flushed from all the running. He knocked on the room door and went inside, where a large group gathered around the bed. Christian's 91-year-old ailing body lay there, an oxygen mask covering his mouth and nose. His head veered towards the door with effort. Under the breathing device, Jacob could see him smile. Labouring, he took his hand to his mouth and tore it off.

"Leave us." He uttered with difficulty. Everyone in the room glanced at Jacob, frowning.

"Dad, I..." a younger man mumbled. He was the spitting image of Christian.

"Now!" Christian demanded, a powering vibrancy still tucked underneath his feeble voice. The mob begrudgingly walked out, peeking at Jacob as they passed him, intrigued. The door closed, and Jacob's eyes finally faced Christian. "So beautiful..." He whispered. Jacob grabbed a chair and dragged it across the floor, sitting beside Christian's bed. He extended his arm and held his lover's delicate, wrinkled hand between his own. "Jacob, it's time." Christian said.

"No..." Jacob mumbled, shaking his head from side to side, tears rushing in.

"I need to tell you something." Christian uttered. Jacob raised his head, his eyes glistening as he fought back the tears, desperately trying to stay strong.

"I take back what I said." Christian revealed.

"What do you mean?" Jacob questioned, surprised.

"I don't regret what happened to us, Jacob." Christian muttered, his voice struggling to push through. "I don't regret what you became." He confessed. "Because...every time I looked at you, it reminded me of who we once were...and that brought me so much joy, such happiness." He said, tears sliding from his deeming eyes. "Through you...I'll get to be young forever." He stated, smiling. "As long as you live...how long that may be...my memories, my love, our love...will never die." Christian whispered, his dwindling eyes still holding on to Jacob.

"My memories will go where our smiles have been, Christian." Jacob said, holding Chritian's hand to his heart. "Do you feel this?...I'll never let go. You...and me. Forever." Jacob promised just as Christian's eyes drew shut.

And just like that, he was gone.

Christian Priestley died on a Thursday morning, October 2nd, 2090.

Jacob, his best friend, his soulmate, and the love of his life, was there with him. To witness the last sparkle of vitality finally leave those once beautiful green eyes.

(2 months later)

Jacob walked along the road to the cabin as he returned from his morning walk, kicking the dirt stones randomly as he dragged his feet on the ground. His hair had grown unchecked, and his beard untamed. As he neared the house, he spotted a familiar black pickup truck. Jacob stopped in his tracks. Sitting, on the steps to his porch, smiling as he approached, was Casey. They gazed at each other before Jacob rushed over, lunging himself into his embrace, sobbing.

"How did you...Casey..." He whimpered, his head nestled in Jacob's chest.

"I told you I'd be here if you needed." Casey professed.

"He's gone, Casey..." Jacob uttered in misery.

"I know. I'm sorry." Casey stated as he comforted his friend.

They sat on the steps and talked for over two hours, like old friends catching up. As the conversation died down, they started gazing at each other, the memories of their moments resurfacing. Jacob's loneliness propelled him to bring his hand over Casey's knee.

"Wanna go inside?" He teased, his dark eyes pleading for Casey's intimacy.

"Actually...I was hoping you'd come back with me." Casey expressed. Jacob's eyes blinked. He removed his hand from Casey's leg and stood up.

"I think you should leave, Casey." Jacob fired, his countenance full of disappointment. He turned around and started walking inside when Casey's voice shot like a bullet.

"Jeffrey's sick, Jacob." He uttered. "He's dying." He informed, his voice trembling. Jacob froze, his hand on the doorknob. "He needs you...we need you." The boy pleaded.

Jacob opened the door and went inside. Casey sat there with his eyes closed, praying. After about two minutes, the door flared. Jacob was wearing a coat, had locked his long hair in a bun and twirled his house keys on his finger. He walked past Casey toward the pickup truck. Then he stopped and glanced back.

"Well? Take me to him." Jacob instructed, winking at Casey, unleashing the boy's beautiful smile.

(To be continued...)