Disclaimer : I don't know Jake Gyllenhaal and this is a work of fiction. I know nothing about his private life and don't mean to suggest anything regarding his sexuality either.
The Important Things in Life - chapter 6
The next few days flew by. For the first time, both Jake and I had managed to purge ourselves of our problems and we could get on with enjoying our lives and each other. We spent the majority of our days enjoying one another's company. This included going out to eat, relaxing by the pool, or watching TV together ... and even fooling around in the shower again on two more occasions.
We woke up one morning and were greeted by a cloudless sea-blue sky and a hot yellow sun to warm the day. It was almost compulsory that we should invade the beach on such an amazing day. We drove down the coastline for a considerable time, making every effort to find a secluded stretch of sand which we could enjoy to ourselves. After a lengthy search we found a neat little bay which showed no evidence of ever being disturbed by human feet. Lifting my sunglasses, I scanned as far as I could see but couldn't see a single person for miles. Jake stood next to me and seemed to mirror my efforts. He was no doubt far more serious about not being seen or disturbed. I glanced at him and smiled in a satisfied way. He smiled back and nodded. We gathered our towels, drinks, umbrella and bodyboards from the car trunk and walked lazily onto the beach. The sun beat down on our heads, but the day was spectacular. After a few minutes we had set-up our small camp with our two towels lying next to one another with the umbrella open at an angle to protect us from the relentless heat. We stuck the bodyboards up in the sand behind us to form a wall behind us.
Jake took off his shirt and a longing growl escaped in my throat, too low for him to hear but enough to surprise me. I covered up my shock before he saw me, but I realised that he was in fact staring at me questioningly. I frowned at him, confused.
"I asked if you want a coke?" he said smiling at me, openly amused at my perplexed face.
I shook my head quickly, but not in response to his question. "Sorry Jake. I was..." I said trailing off with a blush.
He started laughing. "Let me guess. You were caught up in a fantasy about me again. I told you before, Kevin. Lookie and no touchie." He forced the coke into my chest playfully and I laughed as I took it.
I looked at him suggestively and spoke softly but intently. "Laugh while you can, my friend. One day those ideas are going to become a reality, and when that happens you're going to beg me to stop."
He chuckled and his face slowly became serious and a glazed look passed over his eyes. I studied his face with keen interest. He knew exactly what I was talking about, and he'd been dragged into his own day-dreaming without knowing it. His eyes were feral at that moment, and even though he was staring past me into the distance, I could practically see him having his way with me in some construed scenario. I realised I was holding my breath and let out a deep sigh. My pants stirred and I used the opportunity to quickly lie down on my towel before I could humiliate myself on the beach in front of him. My desperate motion seemed to pull him out of his thoughts and he lay down beside me smiling, his head resting in his left hand as he propped it up in the sand.
"You're too much for me, Kevin," he said, and for a wonder, a little breathless.
"Don't even start, Jake. Ever since I've met you I've been hard for more than eighty percent of every day, and I'm permanently on the verge of exploding in my pants when you're around. This is a war of attrition, my friend, and sadly, I am folding under the pressure."
He smiled widely and I thrust my hips subtly against my towel. I was so hard it was almost painful, and I had no doubt that if he'd so much as touched me I would have shot my load right there and then. I felt angry at myself. I was like a goddamn dog on heat! I glanced slyly to my left and saw Jake looking at me with those hungry eyes, and I groaned as I tried to maintain my tenuous balance on the cliff which threatened to cause me to shoot in my pants. I had to force myself not to look down to see if he was aroused as much as I was, because it would have been yet another trigger to finish me off... and I prayed ardently that he wouldn't try anything on the beach because I don't think I would have been able to control myself if he did.
"From now on I'm going to jerk off six times a day," I said in a frustrated tone. "I don't see any other way I can be around you without losing my mind." My face was open when I said it, and I wondered whether I was being at least half-serious while I was saying it. I was beginning to feel like a teenager in a constantly horny state.
Jake chuckled softly, but the heat in his eyes increased. "You know, there's no reason you need to be alone when you do that. I, for one, am more than willing to volunteer my hand."
Before I could prevent it, the image was in my head. I threw my face down into my towel and felt the soft sand give way slightly underneath. I exhaled loudly, and gripped the towel.
"Shit! Jake, what the hell are you doing to me?" I said desperately and felt my cock gathering its strength, waiting for the smallest excuse to let loose.
He laughed out loud and lay flat on his stomach and looked at me. I managed to peer to the left and saw that innocent and loving look focussed on my face. Within moments I was lost in his gaze, and after a few desperate seconds my breathing normalized. The moment of merciless imbalance passed and I felt immense gratitude.
I felt warm inside, so very warm as I examined his lovely face. It wasn't that though. His face was perfect, but it was his feelings for me which reflected in his eyes which really pulled me in. "I love you," I said on instinct, and then felt apprehension at what had just leaped out of my mouth.
"I love you too," he said almost immediately thereafter. I gaped at him, but he also looked shocked. After a few seconds I smiled sheepishly and leaned in to kiss him. The heat between us was incredible, and my head spun as his soft lips touched mine. He groaned and exhaled as we kissed and his right hand slid down my cheek and tried to pull me closer. I merely smiled and held my ground. He leaned in and rested his forehead on my chin, and I stroked the back of his head. It was bliss.
"You know, some people go their whole lives without finding true love. Can you believe we met on a plane?" I reminisced.
"I know. It's unbelievable," he said softly. He pulled away and lay on his back. I stroked the defined groove between his abs, and he closed his eyes.
"Hmm... you know all the best tricks," he said.
I snorted. "All I know is that if I let more than one hand touch you I'll lose control totally. This is self-preservation, Jake."
He laughed. "Want to swim?"
"Sure," I said. We got up and ran to the sea with our bodyboards in tow. After paddling around for a minute or two, I watched Jake try to ride a few small waves, but they were so diminutive, he could never have succeeded.
"Jake, come over here! You're humiliating both of us," I said cheekily. He smiled with mock anger but wasted no time in paddling to me. I sat up on my board and he did the same. We were a bit deeper now and the water was so still it looked like glass. He was smiling at me stupidly again, when I heard his pocket start to ring.
"You've got to be kidding me," he said reaching into his pocket and retrieving his cell phone.
"No, you've got to be kidding me," I said scandalised. "You brought a cell phone into the ocean? Are you mad?"
"The risk of missing an important call is smaller than drowning my phone," he said simply. Obviously he didn't recognise the number because he frowned when he saw the screen. "Hello?" he said. After a moment his concern disappeared and a smile crept onto his face.
"Hey to you too mate," he said in a mock Australian accent. I started to frown, but at the same time I started to look around as Jake and I bobbed on the still ocean.
"... I thought it was pretty good. Better than your American accent... Yeah, screw you too... when?.... That would be great, but I met someone and he's awesome."
That caught my attention, and I looked in his direction. He winked at me and blew a kiss causing me to shake my head in exasperation, but smile nonetheless.
"... Sure I'll bring him!... Don't feel intimidated though. He's a much better man than you... Ha ha!... cheers buddy!" He folded up his phone and placed it absurdly back into his trunks.
"Do I even want to know?" I said apprehensively.
"Sure you do," he said gleefully. "That was my friend, Heath Ledger. Yes, he's the actor - in case you're confused again." I opened my mouth in protest but he spoke over me smiling. "He's in San Francisco for the weekend with his wife, Michelle. And he wants to me us for dinner tomorrow night. Mind if we go?"
"Whatever you want, Jake," I said honestly. "He's a good friend of yours?"
"The best," Jake said enthusiastically. "Don't worry, they're awesome people and if I like someone, they'll like him too. Besides, I'm his daughter's godfather."
"God be with her," I said flatly and received a splash of water in my face. "Should I phone for a flight?"
He raised his hand to stop me. "Let's go commercial this time, your majesty. Even I can't take such a high life, and it would be nice to have luggage for a change."
I laughed. "Sure. We can fly this afternoon if you'd like?"
"That would be great. I have a place in Los Angeles. It would be nice if I could be the host for a change."
"Ah... now that does sound interesting. A Jake abode. I have got to see that," I said naughtily.
I used Jake's phone to book tickets and we were back at my house within the hour. I packed some luggage, and Jake still had none, of course. We climbed onto the United flight a few hours later, and spent most of the time chatting through the mundane journey. It also helped distract Jake from his fear of flying. It was always pleasant to hear his voice, no matter what the topic. It used to soothe my soul, even if it did nothing else. It was past eleven at night when we landed, and we took a cab to Jake's apartment which turned out to be impressive. It was nicely decorated and clean, and it felt homely.
"I love it," I said succinctly.
"Good," he said grinning. "I intend for this to be your first visit of many. And I mean many!"
The next morning Jake gave me the special tour of the apartment, but we had stop six times to make out before we could continue. It landed up being a long tour, but one I would recommend. We spent the day shopping for things around San Francisco, but we actually landed up buying very little. That evening we put on our most chic attire and headed for Rushman's restaurant which was the designated meeting place. We arrived with two minutes to spare, but found the other two waiting in front of the restaurant. I recognised them before I was introduced to them, but they seemed friendly from the start. Heath was tall and good-looking, and his accent contrasted to his movie roles. His wife was gracious and pretty, and well-dressed. After smiling and greeting me, she gave me a second look.
"Aren't you?" she started, but Jake interrupted her.
"Yes, he is," he said simply. Heath and Michelle seemed to see me in a new light. Perhaps they thought Jake wouldn't.... bah... who knows what they thought. "He is a Columbian drug lord," Jake continued loudly, and several people stopped to look at me.
There was a moment of utter silence. "You prick," I said punching his arm, causing him to chuckle. Michelle looked at him reproachfully, and Heath shook his head as if he expected nothing less. I felt so completely humiliated that I didn't know what to do next, so I settled for introducing myself.
"I'm Kevin," I said shaking Michelle's hand.
She smiled at me. "Thought so," she chided. Heath didn't catch what she was saying but was polite when he shook my hand. "Please excuse my husband," Michelle said. "He doesn't read." He looked seriously offended, and Jake laughed out loud.
"Now that I've introduced MYSELF, would you guys like to go inside," I said heavily. At least Jake had the self-respect to blush, but I patted his shoulder reassuringly while he dwelled on his discourteous behaviour.
We sat down and ordered some red wine, and a variety of good Italian food. We spent several hours chatting about many topics ranging from all our careers, to vacations, travelling and movies. Jake excused himself from the table to relieve himself, and Heath sat forward. I sensed interrogation approaching. Heath seemed intent, and Michelle sat placidly in her chair but analysed me without much tact.
"I was relieved to hear that you're an established guy, Kevin," Heath said. This was obviously the committee who decided they needed to approve of me. Heath didn't know what he was talking about though, despite his friendly disposition. His wife had already revealed his ignorance earlier, and for all he knew, I was famous for winning the Nobel Physics Prize and little else. Michelle knew though. Her eyes possessed a winning intelligence, and I could see that she was already five steps ahead with the strenuous process of evaluating me. She smiled at me coyly.
"Thanks Heath," I said with a lack of words.
"Jake and I became very good friends when we worked together. I was the first person he ever spoke to about, you know. He was a wreck at the time. It was...," he was interrupted by Michelle who put a hand on his shoulder, and her eyes reprimanded him for being so open.
"It's alright, Michelle," I said. "Jake and I have no secrets. He's told me everything about coming out, about Kirsten, about everything really." Michelle's eyes widened in shock. She probably doubted that Jake would trust someone so deeply, and she said as much.
"I never thought Jake would ever tell anyone," she said. "It came down to a fistfight between Heath and Jake before Jake cracked and revealed the origin of his strange behaviour at the time."
Heath wore a pained expression on his face. I decided to say something. "Jake loves me, and I love him. I can assure you of that. I'm so cautious, I make Jake look like a stuntman. But with Jake, I couldn't stop myself. Something ignited in me. You won't believe what he's done to me. It's fucking unbelievable."
My face must have conveyed something, because Heath sat back and smiled reciprocally at Michelle. "That's good enough for us," Heath said. "We just like to look out for him, you know?"
"I understand," I said admiringly. "I envy him."
Jake returned then and we spoke for a short while, before saying goodbye. They were really nice people, and I hoped that their future would turn out well in the vicious world of movie-making. As we reached the flat, I had time to take off my jacket in the main bedroom before I was slammed into the wall. Jake had done this to me before, and I loved it. I loved to feel his strength, and found it intensely erotic. I smiled at him, but he glared at me rabidly.
"I've waited long enough. I want you tonight, Kevin. I've got to have you, or I swear I'm going to die or something." He actually seemed anguished near the end, like someone suffering from a long-standing illness.
I smiled and leaned forward until I was so close I could see the detail in his eyes. "You want it? It's yours," I said freely.
Without any hesitation he lunged forward and kissed me so aggressively it almost hurt. His hips were digging into mine, and I could feel his insane erection pressing through his pants, begging for a target. I started to breath heavily. I loved Jake's gentle nature, but his occasional ferocious attacks were so fucking hot to me, that they almost drove me to madness. At times like these I could almost feel the masculinity coming off him in waves. It was as if a wild creature had erupted in him, and I was his only prey and only release. Damn it was good feeling! Before Jake, I had never known anyone whose eyes could literally ignite with passion. It made you feel as if an avalanche was about to ride over you, and it was the best experience ever!
I started to kiss down his neck, and his breathing become more and more erratic. He started to whimper with pleasure, and as soon as I reached the base of his neck he pulled back and literally tore off his clothes leaving a pile of mangled garments lying at his feet. His boxers remained, but were so tented they might as well have joined their comrades on the floor. Before I could show any signs of shock he reached forward and pulled off my shirt aggressively. He didn't quite have the gall to tear my clothes off in case I was offended. It would have been nice actually, but he didn't know that. I pulled down my own pants, and my boxers mirrored his. He pulled me into that aggressive kiss again, but our hot unclothed bodies pushed our sensations to breaking point when they touched. His body was so hard and toned, and I could almost boast the same. We were both breathing heavily, but his groans grew louder and louder. It's possible he was going through what I was going through on the beach on the previous day.
I leaned into his neck and whispered in his ear. "What are you waiting for?" I said hotly.
He groaned and his hips thrust against me for the hundredth time, a thin layer of satin containing two cocks begging for pleasure. We moved to the bed and fell clumsily onto the sheets. Jake killed the lights, and nearly smashed the light switch doing it. He started to kiss my whole body ... my chest, my abs, and even my dick through my boxers causing me to place a pillow over my face and groan in ecstasy. Everything seemed to take a mystical quality in the moonlight. When I removed the pillow, I saw that his boxers had disappeared too, and he was busy placing a condom over his throbbing cock, and lubing it up. I could see him panting in the darkness, almost pushed over the edge from the simple act of touching his own cock. I felt raging anticipation flowing through my veins, and hastily dispensed my own boxers. I wanted him to be as close to me as possible, and considering how we felt about one another, it was past time that we fucked. He leaned in and almost rested his full weight on me. He kissed me with extreme passion... his tongue bounding wildly around my mouth and his stubble rasping against my lips. His groans were almost enough to finish me off. Our hands were roving around wildly in a vain attempt to satisfy themselves. I felt his cock resting at the entrance of my hole, with very little pressure but obvious intentions. He broke off the kiss and looked me in the eyes, his gaze so full of passion that I wanted to shout. He maintained his eye contact, and his face was serious but so fucking hungry for sex. He leaned forward and I felt his cock start to enter me. I leaned forwards and softly bit his shoulder, mostly in pleasure and a little in pain. At the same time he almost collapsed onto me.
"Oh my god," he said, and I was sure he was going to shoot at that moment. When I saw his face again, I knew I was mistaken. He would hold on for a short while longer, but only a short while. We both groaned with pleasure, and as he leaned forward further we both gasped in pleasure as his cock entered me fully. It was the best damn experience I had ever had, and the intimacy was overwhelming.
"Oh Jake, that feels so awesome," I said groaning, but he seemed half-comatose with ecstasy and never replied. He started to thrust in and out, and his eyes closed. His breathing was becoming so erratic it almost started to worry me. I could feel the orgasm building in me. In and out his cock slid, with each thrust releasing a new cascade of groans and sighs.
"Fuck! I'm close, Kevin," Jake said through closed eyes. His body was covered in sweat, and every muscle was flexing with effort through his breathing. He breathed in deeply and held his breath, and I knew he was on the verge. Without one last thrust he entered me as deep as he could until I could feel his pubes brush against me. He started shouting with pleasure, and I heard him shout my name several times. He thrust more furiously than ever as he filled the condom around his cock. His face was tight with effort, but he thrust in and out ceaselessly, his groans of pleasure carrying on and on and on. Near the end of his orgasm, he started to slump onto me, but as he thrust into me, his abs rubbed against my cock, and I was thrown over the edge. I cried out his name as the first white shots flew from my cock and hit his chest, my chest and my face. On and on my orgasm went, and each time I though I couldn't come anymore, his abs would rub against my cock again, or my cock would rub against the groove formed between his abs. The feeling of his cock in my ass drove me into delirious pleasure as my ass contracted rhythmically. Eventually I stopped coming, but as he lay flat on my chest panting, I could feel that I was drenched from my orgasm. I felt him pull out of me. He slowly rolled off me, and in the moonlight his chest glistened with my cum. He removed the condom and I saw that it was saturated with his load. He threw it aside and I watched him pant for several minutes before he settled down.
"That was..." he shook his head, at a loss for words.
"I know," I said with fatigue. The exchanged was more powerful than any lurid description we could ever come up with.
"We need to do it again," he said immediately and looked at me. He cock was soft, but it only required the right answer from my side to respond.
"Damn right we do. For the next few days I think we should stay inside, order pizza, and do it until we can't stand anymore," I said jokingly, but with determination.
"That's what I was thinking too," he said impishly. I moved over to him, and placed my head on his chest. I was exhausted from our efforts and fell asleep within minutes, but before I did I noticed that Jake was already sleeping. I was happy, and that was awesome.
End of chapter 6.
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