Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

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 torso stretching in the warm waters, revealed the losing battle of concentration.
    Out of sudden benediction, Jeremy paused washing his body and began helping Jacob. He thoroughly scrubbed through the salty skin and hair, without any mercy over the sensitised skin Jeremy had discovered the previous night. The flinch as Jeremy cleaned over Jacob's collarbone; the gasp as Jeremy scoured over Jacob's sides; or the almost outright rebellion as Jeremy firmly cleaned every crease of Jacob's engorged rod, paying meticulous attention to the throbbing head after pulling the foreskin firmly back.
    In the end, when they were dressed, watered and fed, Jacob had another ache to add to his previously decreasing list of maladies. However, they did leave cleaner than when they entered, feeling lighter, with a spring in their step. With thundering heartbeats filled with repressed passion, they exited into the sharp, fresh air of the new day, with clothes finally on.
    In the shade of a particularly beautiful day, Jacob's pulse quickened under Jeremy's grip and Jeremy could feel the anxiety radiate like heat from Jacob's vein as they walked hand in hand. The birds could be heard singing, and the plants could be heard gently whispering, but it was the heat of his hand that drew his attention. Feeling the extremely fine hairs on his palm tickle and sensitise every nerve on the limb.
    Jacob trusted Jeremy. That was his resolution.
    Jacob was insensible to the surroundings, completely engrossed in his partner who, again, was leading him without any input of Jacob's own volition. Doubts clouded his mind and fear ran through his blood, but Jeremy's happy face eased any unwarranted emotion other than a soul deep magnetism to the spritely figure, almost strolling leisurely through the hidden trails of the forest.
    Jacob absorbed the setting as Jeremy's expression sobered. They slowed, waking Jacob from his reverie of the hypnotic scenery. Jacob's senses sharpened. He looked questioningly at Jeremy, trying to find the source that seemed to drain the happiness out of Jeremy's features and dug valleys into his forehead.
    Jacob was not distressed; he was alert to danger, as he scanned their surroundings. The building rising before his eyes, behind the coniferous trees, screamed to his senses, as he found the source of Jeremy's derision.
    As only Jeremy could do, he calmed the protective beast rising from its dormancy, before Jacob did anything rash. Like protecting Jeremy by running away,