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he felt he could climb a mountain – the food was so good after so long without.
Between a mouthful of moreish delight, Jacob responded, "Um, yeah, okay." Another mouthful swallowed afterwards, "Um, what shall I wear?"
A look of consternation crossed Jeremy's forehead. The question of clothing obviously forgotten while he also realised the swaying spectacle he displayed for Jacob's personal viewing, standing naked in front of him. Snatching the infamous baking tray from the drying rack close by, he covered himself, both blushing at the familiarity of settling into each other's lives.
Jacob ate another mouthful, focusing on swallowing; while the sheet tented at his acknowledged voyeurism. Jeremy stood as awkwardly as Jacob had the previous day as a complicated thought crossed Jeremy's eyes.
After a pregnant pause, Jeremy sighed and relinquished the baking tray to a new pile of washing with a flick of his wrist, baring all, again. Jeremy elucidated, "It is not like you haven't seen this before. And I think the baking tray has seen enough action." His passion sparkled in his eyes again as he strolled around the kitchen audaciously, causing Jacob to choke as he tried to take a mistimed swallow and chuckle.
"Is there a problem Jacob?" Jeremy asked over his shoulder as he fiddled with the knobs of the nearest appliance. Jacob gulped at the sudden, molten stare focused at him, caught by Jeremy's flexing figure, a dribble of breakfast escaping out of the corner of his mouth.
"No," Jacob said with a strangled cough and a wipe of his mouth. To digress, he asked politely, "Aren't you going to have breakfast?"
"Not hungry," Jeremy dismissed simply, mumbling into the metallic machine. He finished his actions with a flourish and bounced to the exit, on the opposite side of the kitchen.
Mesmerised by the resumed dance of taut muscle and swaying, pert flesh, Jacob almost missed Jeremy say, "When you are done, go up and bathe – everything is ready for you and the water is hot. I'll put something together for clothes and bring them to you. Remember to not destroy my kitchen again, so please don't be tempted to take my chocolate, and place the bowl in the sink when you're done."
Jeremy skipped – causing spectacular gyrations elsewhere – out of the kitchen, into the rest of the house. Jacob noticed an antique vase by the door filled with the flowers Jeremy returned with that day. Again, with the past on his mind, Jacob sat eating his fill, caught between feeling guilty and incredibly horny. He knew Jeremy would get the last laugh.
CHAPTER 11 – The History
Now that I have a moment, I thought I should really update my journal.
Not because I need a moment to myself to not be mortified at not even realising nor actually caring about not-not wearing clothes with Jacob. Yes, it is trivial now that we – we shared company and a bed for the night, but it is the principle of the thing! I would've given him anything he needed, but it just seems to be going too fast.
But we get along so well. Our walk later might be fun. I wonder what he might like for dinner…
Oh, speaking of dinner, I really should get some clothes ready for us both.
I knew Jacob would be interesting… hmm…
~Jeremy, December 1st, Journal Number -
Jeremy did manage to find another robe for Jacob, one in pale green. He ripped off the sleeves and quickly knitted the threads together to leave a neat hole before he entered the bathroom. Seeing Jacob's back glowing in the morning sun through the soft cloud of steam, Jeremy laid the pile of clothes – his and Jacob's – to the side as he sauntered closer.
Entering the bath next to Jacob, Jeremy began his own wash, scrubbing the remains of the previous night away. He watched Jacob, out of the corner of his eye, wash awkwardly, as if he did not quite know what to do. However, Jacob did seem to try, if the look of focus was any indication. Jacob's mounting arousal as Jeremy scrubbed through his short hair, his
Between a mouthful of moreish delight, Jacob responded, "Um, yeah, okay." Another mouthful swallowed afterwards, "Um, what shall I wear?"
A look of consternation crossed Jeremy's forehead. The question of clothing obviously forgotten while he also realised the swaying spectacle he displayed for Jacob's personal viewing, standing naked in front of him. Snatching the infamous baking tray from the drying rack close by, he covered himself, both blushing at the familiarity of settling into each other's lives.
Jacob ate another mouthful, focusing on swallowing; while the sheet tented at his acknowledged voyeurism. Jeremy stood as awkwardly as Jacob had the previous day as a complicated thought crossed Jeremy's eyes.
After a pregnant pause, Jeremy sighed and relinquished the baking tray to a new pile of washing with a flick of his wrist, baring all, again. Jeremy elucidated, "It is not like you haven't seen this before. And I think the baking tray has seen enough action." His passion sparkled in his eyes again as he strolled around the kitchen audaciously, causing Jacob to choke as he tried to take a mistimed swallow and chuckle.
"Is there a problem Jacob?" Jeremy asked over his shoulder as he fiddled with the knobs of the nearest appliance. Jacob gulped at the sudden, molten stare focused at him, caught by Jeremy's flexing figure, a dribble of breakfast escaping out of the corner of his mouth.
"No," Jacob said with a strangled cough and a wipe of his mouth. To digress, he asked politely, "Aren't you going to have breakfast?"
"Not hungry," Jeremy dismissed simply, mumbling into the metallic machine. He finished his actions with a flourish and bounced to the exit, on the opposite side of the kitchen.
Mesmerised by the resumed dance of taut muscle and swaying, pert flesh, Jacob almost missed Jeremy say, "When you are done, go up and bathe – everything is ready for you and the water is hot. I'll put something together for clothes and bring them to you. Remember to not destroy my kitchen again, so please don't be tempted to take my chocolate, and place the bowl in the sink when you're done."
Jeremy skipped – causing spectacular gyrations elsewhere – out of the kitchen, into the rest of the house. Jacob noticed an antique vase by the door filled with the flowers Jeremy returned with that day. Again, with the past on his mind, Jacob sat eating his fill, caught between feeling guilty and incredibly horny. He knew Jeremy would get the last laugh.
CHAPTER 11 – The History
Now that I have a moment, I thought I should really update my journal.
Not because I need a moment to myself to not be mortified at not even realising nor actually caring about not-not wearing clothes with Jacob. Yes, it is trivial now that we – we shared company and a bed for the night, but it is the principle of the thing! I would've given him anything he needed, but it just seems to be going too fast.
But we get along so well. Our walk later might be fun. I wonder what he might like for dinner…
Oh, speaking of dinner, I really should get some clothes ready for us both.
I knew Jacob would be interesting… hmm…
~Jeremy, December 1st, Journal Number -
Jeremy did manage to find another robe for Jacob, one in pale green. He ripped off the sleeves and quickly knitted the threads together to leave a neat hole before he entered the bathroom. Seeing Jacob's back glowing in the morning sun through the soft cloud of steam, Jeremy laid the pile of clothes – his and Jacob's – to the side as he sauntered closer.
Entering the bath next to Jacob, Jeremy began his own wash, scrubbing the remains of the previous night away. He watched Jacob, out of the corner of his eye, wash awkwardly, as if he did not quite know what to do. However, Jacob did seem to try, if the look of focus was any indication. Jacob's mounting arousal as Jeremy scrubbed through his short hair, his
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