Love and Pain

Chapter 2-2

An hour later, Jake pushed his shoulders down below the water level, letting the heat warm him. He reveled in the bath that Xavier drew as he blew the soapsuds from the lavender salts. He heard the doorbell ring, then muffled voices. He waited to see if Xavier wanted him out of the tub as he smelled the Chinese takeout, a mixture of cooking oil, egg noodles, and vegetables gave an unmistakable odor. Minutes before Xavier lit several candles on the dual vanity counter; the only other illumination came from the wall mounted, circular double-sided makeup mirror. It provided the best low-level lighting in this Victorian styled bathroom. Jake inhaled, closed his mouth, and dunked underneath the water, forcing his knees to be exposed. Xavier loved baths and only recently had Jake realized how enjoyable they were.

The door opened, Jake poked his head out of the water. Xavier walked in barefoot, shirtless only wearing his slacks from earlier. His defined abs in display, the expansive, muscular chest, and bulging biceps also impressed. The V-torso pointed to the gift between his legs.

God. He still takes my breath away.

Xavier smiled and stood, towering over him in the bathtub one arm length away, gazing down Jake’s naked body that was partially hidden by suds. “Dinner’s ready. Shall I bring it to you here and I sit on the toilet while you eat from the bathtub or do you want to get out of the bath and eat on the kitchen bar stools?”

Jake sat up in the bath, exposing his torso. His next comments guided by his awakened protuberance. “We’ve never eaten in the bathtub. How about here?”

Xavier smiled. “That’s going to be a little tough. I can barely fit my body in there by myself, and with two of us, that’s going to be a tight fit. And the water has to be hot for me.”

“The water’s hot enough. Here, come and check.”

Xavier moved forward, put his right hand in the water. As he did so, Jake grabbed his wrist and guided Xavier’s hand between his legs. Without missing a beat, Xavier’s large hand grabbed Jake’s c**k and lightly squeezed his balls.

Jake stood and thanks to the claw foot tub he was almost eye to eye with Xavier, close enough so Jake could take in Xavier’s hazel eyes and marvel again at the gold specks that appeared prominently.

“If I’d known you were in the mood, I wouldn’t have ordered Chinese takeout.” Xavier leaned closer and kissed Jake lightly, his hands circled and then squeezed Jake’s wet ass as he pulled Jake’s body to him.

“It was the hot bath that did it,” Jake whispered. “Anyway, that’s why we have the microwave oven.”

Xavier looked down at Jake’s erection, took his hand, and grabbed it. His large hand easily covered the length of Jake’s six inches with the tip of Jake’s glans the only thing that remained exposed. Xavier jacked him off as they kissed more.

Jake took Xavier’s hand off his c**k, broke away from the kiss, and pushed him back away a few inches and as he did so, he knelt on the bathtub then started unbuttoning the top of Xavier’s slacks. As he unzipped the pants, Jake’s left hand rubbed the outline of Xavier’s monster through the underwear.

“Ooh.” Xavier groaned, his normal baritone voice sounded a decibel lower.

Once Jake finished and Xavier’s pants were unzipped, he pushed the pants off the hips along with the bright Andrew Christian comfort boxers Jake had bought him. As he pushed the clothing down, Xavier’s ten-inch d**k jutted, the veins prominent on the top, throbbing from the rush of blood. Jake grabbed it by the base and pulled Xavier closer to him. He looked up at Xavier, whose eyes narrowed, his mouth partially open in lust. Jake knew that Xavier loved him on his knees so he looked at the piss slit to see if any pre-c*m had formed. Jake held on to the base, which was the skinniest portion of Xavier’s c**k as the middle portion of his manhood got fatter in the middle with a large mushroom head. Because of Xavier’s size his d**k drooped a little from the weight rather than sticking straight up when hard. Jake’s hand barely wrapped around the middle of the shaft.

“Shall I stop?” Jake asked. He licked the tip, tasting some salty pre-c*m. “Would you rather have some orange chicken?”

“Don’t you f*****g dare!” Xavier protested, his voice more of a complaint than a demand.

Jake cupped the balls, lifting it, taking in Xavier’s aroma of sweat and soap mixed in, then licked beneath the ball sac, wetting the dark blonde hair sprinkled here and there as he tried to reach the area where Xavier’s nuts hung from the base of the p***s.

“f**k, don’t stop!” Xavier removed Jake’s hand off and slapped his large c**k on Jake’s face.

Jake looked up and saw Xavier’s focused, demanding expression. There was no turning back. He knew at this point that Xavier would assert control. No, the better word was dominance. It was Xavier’s nature each time they had s*x to enforce his dominion over Jake. It was something that didn’t come naturally to Jake but tonight he wanted Xavier to take charge. No battle on who would be alpha.

Xavier slapped his c**k on Jake’s face then pried Jake’s mouth open with his right thumb followed by the push of Xavier’s circumcised tip through Jake’s lips. Jake felt the shaft hit the back of his throat and then Xavier withdrew and repeated the face lashing followed then by the penile insertion into his mouth. For several seconds, Xavier teased Jake’s face and open mouth with these motions until Jake took Xavier’s empty hand and put it behind Jake’s head.

Jake dropped his own fist to his d**k and started pumping. He knew Xavier. Xavier took both his hands now and held Jake’s head tight as he slid his d**k in halfway. When Xavier’s c**k hit Jake’s throat he pushed through, pushing in two more inches down Jake’s gullet. He slowly f****d Jake’s mouth this way as Jake watched Xavier’s expression get more frenzied. Xavier picked up the pace. Saliva pooled and dripped on the left side of Jake’s mouth as Xavier f****d Jake’s face faster.

With his left hand, Jake cradled Xavier’s balls.

“You like taking my c**k in your mouth, don’t you?”

Jake nodded.

Xavier withdrew his d**k and whispered. “I didn’t hear you!”

“Yes,” Jake said with a moan. “f**k my mouth!”

Xavier slid his d**k in Jake’s mouth, going fast, in and out. “Oh my God!” Xavier f****d Jake’s mouth. “Holy s**t! I’m going to c*m!”

Jake beat off faster, trying to match the tempo. When Xavier came in his mouth, blasting the semen down his throat, he exhaled through his nose as Xavier gripped his Jake’s head as Jake came too. Jake swallowed as Xavier slid his d**k so only the glans was in Jake’s mouth. Jake swirled his tongue over the large head, flicking the slit to make sure the c*m stayed in his mouth.

“Did you get it all?” Xavier asked, his tone playful.

Jake nodded, taking his left hand—the hand that didn’t have any c*m—as he held Xavier’s d**k, which softened slightly but maintained most of its length. He kissed the head then licked around making sure nothing was left. He knew this turned on Xavier to no end.

Xavier stooped and brought his face close to Jake’s. Jake tilted his head and Xavier kissed, then probed, his mouth, searching for the taste of his own semen. Jake sucked on Xavier’s tongue and Xavier darted in and out of Jake’s mouth, licking the insides as he did so. Xavier stopped kissing momentarily as he grabbed Jake’s elbows. Jake accepted Xavier’s help in standing up in the tub as they proceeded to kiss again.

Xavier held Jake’s face. “I love you, Jake.”

“I love you, Xavier.”

* * * *

Xavier rubbed his shin. He knew the sting from being kicked by Jake would go away but the pain woke him. Xavier faced Jake whose head moved side to side as he mumbled in his sleep. Although he was tempted to wake him, Xavier observed him for a few seconds. Luckily, in the last two months, the nightmares were farther and farther apart and not as violent. Xavier knew that Jake dreamt about Noah and the night that Noah died at the hands of Ivan Petrov, Jake’s former psychopathic lover.

Jake didn’t have to worry about Ivan anymore. He would be spending the rest of his natural life in Ft. Leavenworth, Kansas. Xavier only had to worry about Ivan’s even more psychotic brother, Dmitri, who was still at large, wanted for a federal judge’s murder in Virginia and a bunch of other mob-related crimes including possible hits in Philadelphia and Boston.

A sliver of moonlight slipped through the open crack of the linen curtains. Xavier hovered over Jake and heard the rise and fall of Jake’s breathing. In the dim light, Jake looked much younger. Xavier brushed his fingers on Jake’s face and wished the nightmares away.

If only.

Jake moved, his face towards the window, his back now to Xavier who felt the heat from Jake. His hand touched the area next to Jake and felt dampness. Xavier inched closer in the spoon position, then put his left arm over Jake. Xavier leaned closer, observing Jake’s rapid eye movements.

“Jake if you can hear me, it’s just a dream. Just a dream okay? Nothing can hurt you.”

Jake moaned in his sleep. “Get the ropes off. Get the ropes off,” hissed Jake. High and low sounds emanated, now unintelligible, almost as he conversed in his subconscious.

“Jake it’s just a dream.” Xavier hugged him and with his chest pushed against Jake’s back, rocking their torsos every few seconds. Xavier kissed the nape of Jake’s warm neck, feeling the heat from the nightmare sweat. “Everything will be okay. He can’t hurt you or Noah anymore.”

As he put his head on his pillow, his body molded to Jake’s and try as he could he couldn’t keep his eyes open much more. He closed his eyes and mumbled, “I’ll always protect you.”