Bring Me To Life
"Ah, Brendan, mi amado..." A torrent of passionate words came bubbling from Jake's lips in his native tongue. Between fast, hot kisses all over his face. "We are going make love -- now -- and you'll be mine." He uttered fiercely. "My man. Mi masculino." Jake lifted his chin and faced McCall defiantly. "You think you are a jealous lover, McCall? Don't try to tell me the names of the men you've been with the past ten years. I'll scratch their eyes out."
McCall gave a low chuckle and nuzzled Jake's neck. "I've got a tiger on my hands."
"Baby, you ain't seen nothing yet." Jake said huskily. He unzipped his boots and kicked them off; his socks followed, then one by one, he loosened the buttons of his cotton-knit shirt. He shrugged it from his shoulder until it fell behind him, revealing his creamy body.
"Jake." McCall's voice came out strangled, harsh with hunger, watching Jake strip for him with eyes of a forest fire, burning alive. He reached for Jake. "Baby."
Jake put a finger to his lips and shook his head, giving McCall the little mysterious smile of an aroused man. "No mi amado." Jake shimmed out of his button up jeans and let them pool at his ankles, then kicked them away. His snuggly white trunk followed and he stood nude before McCall, proud of his golden model's body for the first time in a decade when he saw by McCall's face what he did to him. "Now put your hands on me. I want your hands on my body. I want you to do all those things you promised to do to me that night in my house."
McCall made a strangled sound. "I might find some things hard to do with my clothes on."
Jake smiled again, and led McCall's hand to his nipples. His head fell back in abandon, in bliss when McCall caressed him intimately. "Yes," he mumbled in a soft purr. "When -- when I can think again...ah, Brendan."
McCall lifted his head. "I love looking at you when you are turned on; it turns me on so bad I can't think." He touched Jake's nipple with his tongue and Jake writhed, crying out with the amazing unbearable beauty.
McCall nipped gently at Jake's ribs, holding Jake up when his knees began giving way. "Say my name again, Jake." A guttural command as he kept nipping with low sexual growls between, saying all the things he wanted to do to him.
Jake gasped, soaring higher, burning brighter than he had ever known before, even with McCall. "Ah...ah, Brendan...yes, yes..."
"Take my clothes off, Jake. I want to be naked with you."
Jake almost collapsed in a hot puddle at McCall's feet. "Yes, oh, yes." He muttered and in joy, finally pulled that sweater from McCall's body. Hunter had become prey, the tiger with his mate. "Oh." Jake gasped drinking in the sight of him.
"I've got a few scars on the job." McCall said, as if it was an admission of guilt. "This big one is ugly."
"Scars? I don't..." was all he could say. He couldn't see any imperfection, all he could see was Brendan, his Brendan, his glorious, dark, honed body half naked and in anguish for him. Trembling hands reached out to touch the white-hot male beauty standing before him.
"Oh..." Jake filled his hands, his senses, with McCall. His mouth caressed the ridges and curves of McCall's strong chest. Unbearable, shaking excitement grew in Jake as he caressed the hard ridges of McCall's back, McCall's waist and kissed the flat planes of his belly, the pounding want so rich and beautiful it almost hurt.
"Want" Jake whispered. He made a tiny sound of frustration when he reached McCall's jeans and couldn't kiss more of him.
"Want. Oh, want..." he muttered, his stupid tongue so filled with the ache inside him, he couldn't make any other words come.
Second later, McCall's jeans were gone, his underwear shed with them and Jake groaned looking at him, drinking in the rough edged male beauty.
"Want. Oh, want..."
Jake curved his hands around McCall's taut buttocks, kissed his legs, making guttural sounds of need and joy and discovery. Beautiful, glorious, perfect male...
Then he was on lifted by McCall. A cry of protest died on his lips when moments later he wasn't in McCall's arms, on the way to the bedroom. "Baby, it's now. Seeing you touch me like that..."
"No...want..." Unable to say more, Jake buried his heated face in McCall's neck.
"I want too." McCall growled. "I want to bury myself so deep in you I'll never find my way out."
Jake looked up at McCall, shocked and thrilled and intrigued by those crude, blunt, intensely sexual words. "Want... Please..."
A slow smile curved McCall's mouth as one of his hands cradling him moved in soft, heated promise against Jake's bottom, the inner curve of his thigh. "Oh baby, I'm gonna please you all right. All the rest of the day and all night."
Jake gasped, so turned on the he felt like his member was about to break. "Brendan, now."
"Yes, now. We have waited too long." McCall laid him down on the bed.
Arms feeling cold and empty within seconds, Jake opened his eyes and reached for him. McCall's gaze was fixed on him, and his eyes, and Jake glowed at the hard hunger and raw male appreciation in McCall's eyes.
"Don't try to run from me again. You are mine now. And I intend to keep you." McCall said his eyes still on Jake.
Jake lifted his chin as his hands dragged McCall down. "The same goes for you, McCall. Don't ever try to leave me or even look at another man."
McCall gave a low chuckle, lethal, sexual as he moved beside Jake, one leg trapping Jake's beneath him. "Yeah, you'll scratch my eyes out. So long as you try it in bed, do whatever you want to me."
"I'll remember that." Jake's gaze felt as if it would send metal into molten blisters. "I'm no prince, McCall. I'm a man who's..."
"Possessive. Territorial and a tiger who purrs like a kitten when I do this... and this..." Hands and mouth worked their magic on Jake, and that low, helpless sound ripped from Jake's throat as he writhed under McCall's touch, and the hot hardness was unbearable. "Yes, amado, yes... please, love me, now."
With one smooth motion, McCall lay on him, his hand parting Jake's thighs and his eyes hot and smiling at once. "Meu querida. You know I speak seven languages, including Portuguese and Spanish and I know what you are calling me."
Jake was beyond caring; his flushed face thrashed from side to side on the pillow, seeking coolness, seeking relief. Jake needed him so much he could barely breathe. "My love, my darling -- you are, Brendan, you know you are. Please now!"
Jake had been prepared for pain, but when McCall filled him, after the first second of tearing his virginity, all he felt was a surge of exquisite gladness and relief. A torrent of Portuguese came from his lips, words of love, of need, of joy; when McCall stopped gazing down at him, stunned, Jake grasped his lips. "Não, não, meu amado, não pare, não agora, necessito-o..."
"Jake, you couldn't have married Falcone..."
"No." Jake cried, bucking beneath him in his anguish. "Be my Brendan now. Be the Team Commander later, I promise I'll tell you everything. Just love me now."
But McCall held off, his eyes still glazed with shock. "Why?" it was as if he couldn't say any more.
He'd give him anything to make McCall love him now, even the truth. "I couldn't live for me, not after what I'd done to him and Danny lost his father. And -- and the thought of being this intimate with any man but you was obscene." Jake cried, twisting and writhing. "I couldn't make myself look at any man after you. I've felt dead inside for so long. Don't make me wait anymore. I want to live, and only you can bring me to life..."
McCall frowned and blinked. "Obscene?" he said slowly, looking completely stunned. "You waited for me?"
"Yes, I waited for you and yes, obscene! When the people in my family love, it's for life and no matter what they said about you or did to separate us, I love you, and I always have and always will." Jake's hands moved over McCall's body as he spoke, with all urgency he felt, all the glorious anguished sweet hot need. "Please, Brendan, this feeling is pain, its exquisite torture inside me. Can't you feel my pain? I need you now!"
Finally, oh, finally McCall moved in him, and Jake groaned with the release of exquisite pain into a pleasure so intense, so overwhelmingly beautiful Jake could barely stand it. He sought McCall's mouth, letting him drown his cries with lips and tongue.
And when the gentleness stopped and he set the rhythm -- oh, rhythm Jake couldn't breathe, couldn't think, could only feel and be and it grew and shone like the sun, brighter and glowing and his body took over everything, Jake wasn't control and it didn't matter, for once nothing mattered but this moment and Brendan, his Brendan inside him, loving him...
Jake's cry was wild and unstoppable as the whitewater rush of sensation gripping him, taking him up, up and then down like a cascade, a fast-paced explosion of feeling. McCall's name, just his name. Then other words came, another torrent of love murmured into McCall's shoulder as he groaned Jake's name, harsh and guttural.
Jake lay in McCall's arms, beneath him still, holding him there as he kissed Jake's face, hair. Feeling the candle glow of happiness, reveling in being a man with his man.
"I know it sounds trite, but -- are you okay?" McCall murmured once he had his breathing under control.
Jake smiled up at him. "What do you think? I didn't exactly hide my feelings."
McCall rolled off him, but kept him in his arms. He was flushed, his body glistening with a fine coat of sweat, his hair damp and tousled from Jake's fingers. His smile was bright as sunshine after clouds, rich and strong and free. "Does it hurt at all?"
Jake bit him neck softly. "Yeah. It hurt at first but it I liked it. It made me belong to you."
McCall groaned, lifted Jake's face and kissed him, long, slow and hot. And the lovely heaviness started again, the anticipation of more loving to come. "Hold that thought." Another kiss, soft and clinging took him higher and needing. "I can't believe you waited this long" McCall murmured, his voice filled with wonder. "You waited for me."
Jake shrugged, smiling. "I told you amado. We de Souzas love like that. Even when you were gone, I couldn't make myself want to; even when I knew it was dangerous to remain a virgin with Falcone so obsessed with virginal Jacob. And after Dan was, well, I couldn't allow myself to trust any man, or want them. I haven't looked seriously at a man since you left me, meu amado." He stretched against McCall. "It feels so good to call you that, to be able to speak in my own language again. I've worked so hard on my accent. I couldn't even let myself think in Portuguese."
McCall nuzzled his neck. "You want to talk about it, or play some more first> Do you need time to recover? It's your call."
McCall was ready again, and Jake's body, was ready with him. Jake arched against McCall, and then tangled his hands in McCall's hair. "Guess." He whispered as his mouth met McCall's.
This time McCall was even gentler, the tenderness beyond anything he had ever known.
But then he turned and took control. He straddled McCall with his legs beneath him.
McCall moaned when he took his nipples between his fingers and twitched them. They were firm, hard and had taken a dark shade of red.
McCall soon caught up with the rhythm and moved in tune with Jake. Jake gasped when McCall took his dick in his hand and stroked it.
After, Jake slid into sleep. A gentle, drifting sleep of peace and tiredness and trust, lying sprawled over McCall. "I `love you" was the last thing he said, a sweet whisper as Jake fell like rose petals into the first deep sleep he had known in a decade.
And the man holding him, the man of shadows and secrets, moved one hand slowly toward his pager. Subject took bait, has confirmed ID Jacob de Souza. Son with Skydancer and Countrygirl. Subject did not run. Location, Nighthawk training facility in Breckerville. Will interrogate ASAP.
Moments later, he saw the screen light up. Roger that. ETA 1945 with team. Heidi okay. Good work Flipper.
McCall's face twisted as he shoved the pager in a drawer. He gathered Jake's dreaming form close to him in the closing light of day. He watched the sun go down through the west windows just looking at his face, and he wondered if he'd ever told Jake again, when he knew what he had done.