Jake woke up with a head as big as Texas. With a groan, he turned only to smash against Klaus's solid shape. The man didn't seem bothered, his breath calm and even. But Jake felt a sudden rush of uncertainty. The night's events tumbled in his mind, first an incoherent succession of words, until he finally grabbed one end and began to pull slowly.
The club had been nice. Those guys had been nice, too. And he had felt amazing in his own skin. Those sweet things the guys had sworn by had been treacherous, and he may have drunk a bit too much.
He could not clearly remember how he got in bed. Maybe he had fallen asleep and Klaus had carried him. Just how bombed had he been? Apparently, a lot. He had the distinct sensation that there was something particularly important he needed to remember. Was it something he had done or said? At this point, he couldn't tell, but it was nagging the hell out of him that he could not yet grab that thing.
So, he had felt pretty hot after those drinks and all that dancing ... Klaus had been pretty nice about it all ... Yeah, he could still remember that wicked tongue across his skin, sucking on one nipple ... His cock was stirring only thinking about it. How could he be so hard, after getting one of Klaus's high class blowjobs? Wait, he hadn't. The guy had fucked his mouth instead.
But how on earth had they gotten to that? He could recall Klaus being pretty ready to take Jake in his mouth. Hmm, they had talked or something.
The sudden realization hit him like a ton of bricks.
"Shit," Jake mumbled.
Klaus shifted in his sleep and Jake froze. He hadn't, no, no, no, he hadn't said something as stupid as 'I love you'. What would Klaus think now? Fuck, he wasn't ready for that announced breakup. It was supposed to be months from now. Fuck, his stupid mouth!
How was he going to repair this mess? Maybe he could pretend he could not remember anything. Yes, he was going to play it cool. And, now, that he thought about it, he had blurted some other stupid shit, such as admitting to his hidden stupid desire to fuck the guy.
It was unclear, even to him, when and how that thought had come to him. Maybe after they had fucked. He had wondered how it would feel to be the one doing the fucking. But Klaus didn't swing that way. He had been clear about it.
So he had screwed big time, confessing like an idiot, and telling the guy he was going to fuck him. If that wasn't going to make Klaus to send him back to Diaz packing, he had no idea what else would.
The only way was to pretend nothing happened. He could not remember Klaus's reaction to everything too well. The guy was a mystery even without making things complicated. And Jake was a complete idiot.
An idiot who blurted out inconvenient truths when drunk. He made a promise to himself never to drink again. It was obviously a dangerous habit. He tried to go back to sleep, but he found it was just impossible.
The first rays of sun found him still staring at the ceiling, repeating in his head, over and over again, that it wasn't true and he hadn't confessed, and that blaming booze was the only trick in the book that was going to work.
By the time he reached the 100th time saying to himself the same thing, he finally fell asleep.
***
He was pressed against Klaus when he woke up again, one arm thrown possessively over the guy's waist, and one leg tangled with the other's leg. The man ruffled his hair and Jake looked up, only to be threatened to drown again in the blue gaze. He closed his eyes fast again.
"You cannot go back to sleep," Klaus chided him.
"I don't want to get out of bed," Jake whined and kept his eyes closed shut.
As long as he could avoid looking in the other's eyes, everything was going to be fine.
"After sleeping for so many hours? Unless," Klaus's voice became loaded with meaning, "you engaged in some strenuous activities last night. Like trying to," the man left the words hanging for one second, to let it sink in, "pop my cherry."
Jake's eyes opened.
"What?" he asked, trying hard to ignore his galloping heart.
"Do not tell me you do not remember," Klaus teased. "You were quite adamant about being the one on top, for a change."
"Me? On top?" Jake began to laugh. "Yeah, right. Don't tell me you want me to give it to you and you don't know how to ask. You know, because you're proud and stuff."
Klaus seemed slightly taken aback with Jake's act.
"Wait, do you not remember?"
"Are you serious? Did I say that? I was drunk, you know. Like, totally wasted."
Klaus opened his mouth to say something, but then he smiled affably.
"Then it is good to know my chastity is safe from you."
"Good. I won't dare to mount a stuck up like you," Jake said quickly. "You probably have a 10-foot pole up in there anyways. No room for my dick."
Klaus grimaced and Jake wondered if he had gone too far. But the beautiful face returned to its natural relaxed state and Jake was rewarded with another smile.
Good. Storm averted for now. Jake was a bit proud of being able to lie so easily. Who was he fooling? He could not lie again, if he was asked to do it.
***
Klaus chose to let Jake linger in bed a little longer and went straight to the gym. He needed a bit of physical challenge. There was a tingling in his fingers, more of a nervous nature than anything else.
Bang! The mannequin trembled, leaned backward and came back again for another well aimed punch.
The kid was trying to play him, by saying he could not remember. He could understand the reasons, but that did not mean he liked it. Jake was like an open book, albeit trying to pretend nothing happened.
For once, he was thankful for the shin guards. The mannequin was getting it good now, as Jake would have said.
He stopped and grabbed a bottle of water. What was bothering him so much? He should have been more than pleased with how well Jake understood the situation. They were both in for the fun. Just two men enjoying their time together, however long or short.
Except that things did not feel right. Any other day, Klaus would have said that the perspective of a clingy boyfriend was nauseating, to say the least. Others had tried to entice him with false declarations of love. He had laughed them all off. They had not felt real.
But Jake, the night before, his eyes dark and deep, his lips tasting of daiquiri, his heart open and threatening to overflow, that had been real.
He was caught in the middle. What was it that he wanted, truthfully? A sudden, incontrollable impulse, was telling him that he wanted, no, he needed, Jake to admit his confession, to say it again, while sitting in his lap and filling Klaus's arms like no one had ever done before.
But that was too dangerous a thought to entertain. Fleeting sensations meant nothing. What was he going to do with a broken hearted boy once he was going to leave?
Take him with you. Put him under lock and key. Make him yours. He needed to chase away these stupid little thoughts. This was not how things had to happen. The young man was enthralling. Beautiful. A firecracker in bed. But, by all means, he was supposed to be nothing special.
What was he to do with a juvenile love confession like that? He should have known better than to get involved with someone so inexperienced. But Jake seemed to understand all the implications. He was bright, well beyond his upbringing, seeing the circumstances of his life.
That was why Jake pretended he could not remember anything. He knew he was not supposed to nurture such sentiments. Klaus could not agree more. All that was left was to pretend nothing had happened, just the same, and enjoy the young man currently warming his bed, until their passion would, inevitably, burn out.
A good decision.
***
One that lasted until Klaus went outside, a couple of hours later, to find his raven haired beauty relaxing in the pool.
"Hey," Jake swam to the edge. "Your pool is awesome. Wanna join me?"
Klaus had no clear recollection of how fast he was out of his clothes.
"Wow," Jake laughed. "Are you sure you want to show your junk to your people around here?"
"Shut up. You are the one with too many clothes."
"It's just swimming shorts," Jake protested, but Klaus grabbed him and forced him to get rid of the only piece of clothing he was wearing.
The kiss was hungry. Jake gasped for air, once Klaus finally decided that he was allowed to breathe.
"What happened with the decision not to let your staff see you smooching me?" Jake smiled.
"They will get used to it. Because I plan on doing it again," Klaus said.
"Really? Even in front of Agnes?"
"She is a very understanding person. She would have no qualms with her boss falling ... For a pretty boy's charms, like you."
"Falling, eh?" Jake smiled, but bit his bottom lip, something Klaus had noticed him do when thinking about something. "I can see you standing right over there without a problem."
