Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

predatory smile, he entered the kitchen.
    The kitchen was empty. Nothing indicated occupancy that morning. As rage at the unknown force that stole Jeremy away gripped his heart, Jacob raced back upstairs, then blitzed through the upper floor searching for Jeremy in the multitude of corridors and rooms, before continuing his search on the ground floor; sweeping through the building semi-systematically. A few tables and chairs were knocked over in his rising panic.
    However, it was the resounding smash behind him halted his path of destruction. Turning, he saw the flowers' porcelain home Jeremy had arranged the other day smashed beyond recognition on the floor, just out of range of the main door.
    Any thought of fun this morning turned his stomach, like eating rancid meat, imagining Jeremy's reaction. He might ignore the accidental destruction of property, but the sadistic depths that Jacob had only touched the previous night had him seriously considering hiding.
    Unfortunately, Jeremy opened the door next to the consequence of Jacob's anxiety and entered the crime scene before Jacob could escape. The bags hanging by his side were ignored as he stared nervously into Jeremy's piercing and unresponsive gaze. Jeremy took in his surroundings: a guilty Jacob, a broken vase, and a naked Jacob. Jacob remained statue still, barely daring to breathe.
    His gaze held Jacob in place while Jeremy turned to place the bags at the foot of the stairs, clanking and rustling broke the absolute silence. Jeremy just stood there, staring serenely at Jacob; hand on his hip, with steel in his eyes. The flowers limp on the floor mirrored the futility of Jacob's situation, and they both knew it.
    "Well, I did have a few plans we could do today," Jeremy broke the silence in a passive voice, "but it seems you desire something far more appropriate for your prowling urges."
    "So then, now that painting our room is out, and flower picking – you evidently do not like my arranging – is as well …" Jeremy began debating to himself all the "nice" things he planned for the day. Jacob almost spoke out, but knew that Jeremy was being sarcastic, so waited for the real pain.
    "… so, there seems there is a lot of cleaning for you to do. And wonderfully enough for you, you appear to be poorly attired for a job with chemicals, so you'll only require your pure brute strength. I think places in the library on the ground floor would be enough for you to handle. But first, breakfast!"
    Jacob could only guess at the multiple stipulations and distractions Jeremy would plan as his punishment, but he could not think of anything better. If it helped Jeremy, then Jacob would have done it in a heartbeat anyway, so these alluded distractions by the bright molten steel glowing in Jeremy's blue eyes excited him to no end. In fact, there was a whole library requiring maintenance, and Jacob enjoyed physical exertion – especially if Jeremy watched – so that left many punishable actions Jacob needed to think up.
    Following with sudden enthusiasm, he trailed after Jeremy into the kitchen, avoiding the debris on the floor and taking the bags along with him. He tried to appear as if slightly humbled by the day's prospects as he took a seat at the island counter, but failed as he strode into the room cockily, with all on display, hoping for a morning warm up . All to no avail as he saw Jeremy lean on the counter, facing Jacob's seat, waiting for him to be seated. His erection was becoming painfully hard at the mere thought of such close contact to the man he loved.
    "Hmm," Jeremy contemplated, disconcerting Jacob by staring, searing the skin off his eyeballs (Jacob wishing it was another kind of "balls"), "If you finish, then you can paint our room. And before you even start getting comfortable in your seat eating your breakfast, clean the mess in the hall. Poor flowers!"
    Jacob noticed the relevant cleaning equipment piled by his steaming breakfast cuisine, catalysing the selfish hunger pains rumbling in his stomach. He wished another hunger was satisfied instead; however, given Jeremy's night time appetite, he would happily wait for the multiple preludes destined to be in their close future.
    Jeremy smiled benignly, watching Jacob eat. Jeremy could feel the anticipation in Jacob's body as he gulped down the hot breakfast in record time. He thought he might offer something even sweeter than Jacob could guess, but first, an apology, "I'm sorry I left early, but I had to