It was almost dinnertime when he finally woke up. He had to remember to say an honest 'thank you' to that Agnes lady. His room was comfortable, and sleep had taken him fast, once he had hit the pillows. The bedroom was a tad smaller than Klaus's, but it carried the same warm, cozy feeling. As opposed to the golden tones in the other's bedroom, different hues of blue seemed to be dominant in this one.
It was strange how he had always thought of blue to be a cold color, and now he was thinking exactly the opposite. It most probably had to do with how a particular pair of baby blues could burn with inner fire when looking at him. He shook his head. It was not healthy for him to fantasize about Klaus. He had no intention to lose his brother's trust, and his reputation along with it, just for a fleeting moment of passion. Although he was sure it was not going to be just a moment, and it was not going to be fleeting if it was going to happen.
Klaus had simply said that he was not going to force himself on Jake. Nonetheless, that was something he secretly desired. If it was going to be against his will, he was not going to be considered guilty, right? With a groan, he pushed himself up from the bed. What was he thinking? Just a word that he was taking it up the ass and everyone he knew was going to despise him. Even worse. Even if he could say in his defense that he hadn't wanted it.
His stomach grumbled loudly, and he remembered he had eaten nothing for long hours now. The idea that Klaus had sent him to sleep on an empty belly like he was a child or something hit him. Damn, was the man's intention to starve him?
He washed his face and brushed his teeth. His bathroom had everything he needed. He combed his hair and looked critically in the mirror. The problem was that he didn't seem man enough. Diaz was right. He was still soft around the edges, regardless of how many muscles he had put on lately, under his brother's supervision. The problem was that he didn't fuck, as Diaz had put it plainly.
After a few failed attempts with girls that had only led to lame sex, he had just given up. He had tried to defend himself, saying that "the girls didn't want him". His brother had just stared at him in contempt. "You're handsome enough," Diaz had pointed out, grabbing his neck and squeezing hard. "Only that you're behaving too much like a pussy around women. Women want men, not boys." That was what Diaz had said on more than one occasion.
However he had stubbornly kept everything to himself. He hated getting involved with some random girl just to please his older brother. Plus, the girls had no fault he was how he was; making them feel bad didn't have to be on his plate.
Hesitantly, he opened the door to the bedroom and went out. The house seemed to be quite lively at that hour if the noises coming from downstairs were any indication. He took the stairs down and looked around. Agnes patted his shoulder gently. "Mister Metzger is in the dining room. He expects you to join him," the old lady gestured towards the room in question and then went about her business.
Her German accent was even stronger, Jake thought. On Klaus's tongue, English sounded just a bit rough. Agnes seemed almost like a machine, although her eyes were warm.
He eventually dared enter the room indicated by the old lady. Apparently, Klaus had company, another blond man who looked to be of the same descent as the owner of the house. The couple seemed engaged in conversation, and Jake took advantage that they had not yet noticed him.
The guest looked strong and tall, but even taller and bulkier than Klaus. He had darker blond hair, and Jake could not see his eyes from where he was standing. He was not the embodiment of elegance like Klaus was. Rough short stubble made him look masculine, and his hair was a bit longer, as well. The opened shirt showed how relaxed the man was. Klaus himself no longer wore a suit, but he still looked as if taken straight out of the box.
He coughed a little to draw attention. After all, he needed something to eat, and fast. Two pairs of blue eyes turned to stare at him.
"Well," the guest spoke, visibly amused, "is this your new toy?"
Klaus, on the other hand, kept his eyes glued to Jake, without saying anything for a couple of seconds.
"Jake, this is Hans, a friend of mine," he eventually spoke. "Come closer and take a seat."
Toy! He was a fucking toy! He knew he was rude for not saying anything and for pulling a chair far away from the two, but did it anyway.
"Closer," Klaus said calmly, and he rose with a huff, only to move two chairs closer, but still not right next to the two men.
"Closer," the blond beckoned him again, without changing his tone or looking even a tiny bit annoyed at Jake's resistance to complying.
Eventually, he sat next to Klaus. The man looked at him for a few seconds, with an unreadable expression in his beautiful blue eyes.
"Are you hungry?" he asked politely.
"Of course I am," Jake snapped, wanting badly to avoid sounding like a child. Nonetheless, it was clear from Hans's amused expression that he was failing to do so.
"You were sleeping so soundly that I decided to let you be. We were just waiting for you to wake up."
"I woke up on my own. What were you going to do? Starve until tomorrow if I didn't?" Jake mumbled.
"I would have sent Agnes to wake you up," Klaus explained in the same even tone. "Or I would have come, but that could have meant waking you up in more ways than one."
There was no smile, no emotion on Klaus's face as he spoke like that. Jake wished he would not feel pins and needles everywhere as the man continued to stare at him.
"He's a feisty one," Hans commented.
"I am right here," Jake hissed. He decided that very instant he hated this Hans guy. Not only because he was so annoying, but also because he was too gorgeous and stood too close to Klaus for Jake to like it. Maybe Hans was Klaus's lover or something. Anyway, it was not his business if they were intimate or not.
"So?" Hans challenged him with his eyes.
"So maybe it's rude to talk about somebody who is just inches away from you like he's not present," Jake answered in kind.
Hans laughed and turned towards Klaus. "I think I get the appeal now. He's not that much on the outside, but he does look to have a mind of his own. Are you sure this is what you want?"
Jake felt his cheeks getting warmer. The guest was simply continuing to ignore him. Plus, what the hell was he talking about? What had Klaus told him? Couldn't he keep a secret? Especially one that was not his own?
"One thing I am certain of, Hans, is that you should stop bothering Jake. He is new here, and he still needs plenty of time to adjust," Klaus came to his defense.
The conversation stopped there, as a young maid came through the door, pushing a tray of food. Enticing smells hit Jake's nostrils, making him forget for a moment, about Klaus's annoying friend. He was ready to dig in.
