FIC - Back Home
Title: Back Home (1/1)
Author: Wheelie47
Rating: R
Pairing: Van and Jake
Word count: 2,689
Disclaimer: Don’t own characters, am not associated in any way with ATWT, Van and Jake. No offence intended.
Summary: Van and Jake enjoy some downtime and have a little fun.
Written for the 'What Did You Do' challenge community on LJ with the prompt of 'Snowballing'
Christmas Eve 2011
The thought of Christmas in LA just didn't seem right somehow. It wasn't that they didn't really love their life together in LA, they did… but Christmas didn't seem like Christmas without snow.
After admitting to their families and the people close to them what they themselves had finally admitted to each other… admitted to this thing that had been building between them for such a long time, perhaps since the very first time they'd met… they had taken the giant, terrifying but oh so exhilarating step of moving to LA and starting a whole brand-new life together over 18 months ago. But being the East Coast boys that they both were at heart, the festive season to Van and Jake was about being wrapped up against the cold, nice and warm in hats, scarves and gloves, and snow… lots and lots of snow. Not to mention being with their families… so last year they had visited with Jake’s parents and now, this year they had come to Massachusetts to spend the holidays with Van’s family.
‘Gotcha!’ Jake heard Max, Van’s young godson, yell with delight; interrupting his train of thought.
Jake looked up from where he was putting his boots on, sat on the back porch, just-in-time to see Max score a direct hit with a well aimed snowball to the side of Van's head. Jake's chuckle turned into a deep, long and hard belly laugh as he watched the snowball slide down the side of his boyfriend's face from where it'd landed just below his hat line, leaving a trial of melting snow, down to the collar of Van’s black winter coat.
He watched the expression on Van’s face turn from shock at the cold impact to mock indignation to a wide face splitting grin as he began to chase Max round his parents' huge backyard, a snowball in each hand, dodging trees, plant pots, picnic tables and the freshly built snowman, yelling ‘I'm gonna get you for that!’ at the top of his voice.
God only knew how much they both needed this break; this last year had been crazy busy, especially the last few months and they’d both seemed to spend their time travelling between New York and LA, neither of them seemingly able to be in the same place at the same time.
Not that they weren't extremely grateful to be so busy but it was severely cutting down on their time together and the strain was starting to tell. And next year was already panning out to be just as busy; after the success of Derby Day, The Camisade Theatre Company was already starting to look forward to their next project and Van was in the running to land the lead in another film. So when Van’s mom suggested that they stay with them through the New Year too they had both jumped at the chance, clearing their schedules for the next 10 days.
Jake continued to smile widely and chuckle, watching Van’s antics as he bent to lace up his boots eager to join in the fun, relieved to see Van was beginning to relax and unwind as much as he was, thoughts of work and busy schedules already slipping to the back of his mind.
They'd arrived yesterday, tired from the journey and from months of continued work, ready to enjoy some downtime and Jake couldn't help but think back with a smirk to how excited Van had been this morning when he realised there had been a fresh snowfall overnight…
…
The cold assaulted Jake's face and bare torso, right down to where the duvet rested low on his hips, like a short sharp shock and his eyes flew open in an instant.
‘Fuck Van! Close the damn window and come back to bed. You're not in a Christmas Carol you know! It's freezing in here!’ Jake whined as he realised that the cause of the sudden and icy draft was the fact that his boyfriend was standing at the flung open bedroom window, barefoot and dressed only in his low riding jeans, watching the snowflakes falling as if mesmerised; Van could be such a big kid sometimes!
‘Van!’ Jake cried out in exasperation as he tried to ignore the strong bare lines of Van’s back leading down to the soft curve of his perfect ass as it disappeared under the waistband of his jeans and tried to remember that he was annoyed with Van for waking him up like that.
‘It's snowing!’ Van exclaimed, turning to face Jake as if hearing him for the first time.
Van couldn't help it, he couldn't resist chuckling at Jake as he saw his boyfriend with the duvet now yanked up to his nose with only the top of his head showing, his hair flattened and tousled from sleep.
Van almost bounced over to the bed, landing on top of the duvet next to Jake's covered form with an exaggerated sigh.
‘Jaaake! Don't be such a Scrooge! I’m supposed to be the one who gets old and grumpy first!’ he said in a high-pitched singsong whine as he slipped his cold fingers down under the duvet, tracing a path along Jake's chiselled chest heading down past his bellybutton.
‘Oh no you don't! Van… are you trying to kill me?!’ Jake gasped and grabbed Van’s wrist, stopping his hand from progressing any further.
‘What?! Such a big…’ Van waggled his eyebrows suggestively ‘… strong guy like you afraid of a bit of cold?! he teased as he yanked his hand free and ripped the duvet from Jake's grip, tossing it to the floor in a crumpled heap, pausing to admire his boyfriend in all his naked glory before scrambling back off the bed and out of Jake's reach, dashing for cover into the bathroom.
‘I'll get you back… just you wait!’ Jake promised, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he struggled up and off the bed to chase after Van.
By the time Jake had reached the bathroom Van had already stepped out of his jeans, leaving them in a discarded untidy pile on the bathroom floor and was stepping into the shower.
Jake wasted no time in following in behind Van, spinning him around to face him and pinning his arms up against the wall as the water cascaded down over them.
‘Aww shucks… you found me!’ Van exclaimed in mock surprise, a mischievous glint in his eye as he looked up into the intense crystal blue of Jake's eyes.
‘You really need to work on your hiding technique Van… you left a trail!’ Jake murmured, moving to press himself flush against Van as his groin twitched to life at the reality of them being both naked and oh so close in the shower. Jake had been intent on getting his own back on Van but, as he saw his boyfriend staring provocatively up at him, the water plastering his long hair to the sides of his face and running in rivulets through his dark chest hair, he thought of a much more fulfilling idea.
He leaned forward to capture Van’s supple lips in an open mouthed urgent kiss before biting, licking and kissing a meandering path down Van’s torso as he knelt on the slippery shower tiles in front of his boyfriend.
He threw a quick look upwards, seeking permission that he knew was already given… would be always given… his breath hitching in his throat as he saw Van's lust blown pupils staring back down at him, waiting… urging him to make his next move.
Unable to wait a second longer Jake sunk his hot moist mouth down over Van’s hardening length, fingers curling around the base where his mouth couldn't reach. He didn't think he would ever… could ever tire of this… this connection and he never wanted to.
Encouraged by the increasingly erotic and desperate sounds from above him… by the fingers curling and fisting in his hair he stepped up the pace; his fingers, tongue and mouth working overtime as he brought Van to his precipice.
‘Jake!’ Van breathed out in an urgent whisper, telling his lover that he needed just that bit extra… that little bit more to send him tumbling over the edge, safe in the knowledge that Jake would catch him.
Eager to taste Van, Jake was more than happy to oblige and, leaving his mouth to work on Van's cock alone he reached up with one hand to tweak and twist Van’s wet nipples while the other rolled and squeezed his boyfriend’s balls.
He smirked around Van’s cock as he felt the familiar shudder and gasp that signalled his lover’s release, and his mouth frantically worked to milk every single last drop.
He stood, hands stretched out to support a sated and climax weakened Van, and pressed himself flush against his boyfriend as Van opened his mouth, eager to taste the heady and completely erotic mix that was uniquely them.
‘Hey there’ Van breathed out after several long moments as his eyes flickered open and his breathing returned to something almost akin to normal, smiling a deep wide smile that spoke volumes of his love for Jake as he locked eyes with his boyfriend.
They exchanged a deep passionate kiss before he grasped his lover by the shoulders and turned him so Jake was the one directly under the shower head… sinking to his knees, eager to return the favour…
…
As he finished tying his bootlaces Jake looked up, a frown forming across his handsome features as neither Van or Max could be seen.
Standing, Jake cautiously moved off the porch, gathering snow from the steps to make a snowball as he went, fearing that an ambush lay in wait.
He froze when he heard Max's almost stifled giggle and swung quietly in the direction of the sound to see him crouched behind the farthest picnic table. Knowing that Van would be close to his godson, he scanned the area and smirked when he saw a puff of misted breath coming low from behind the snowman.
Jake saw his opportunity and bent into a low crouching run to hide behind the nearest tree as he circled round to come up on Van from behind.
‘Max! Let's get him!’ he yelled as he pelted Van with his snowball before making a darting run and barrelling into him, spinning him around and pinning him to the snow-covered ground.
Jake laughed long and hard as he sat straddling Van’s waist, trying to hold him still with his arms pinned above his head as Max gathered handfuls of snow and stuffed them down under the collar of Van’s jacket.
‘I surrender! I surrender!’ Van cried out as he squirmed in Jake's grip, before the three of them descended into unstoppable and breathless giggles.
Roma Hansis, couldn't help but smile and shake her head at their antics, as she watched her son and his partner playing with Max out in the snow from the warmth behind the porch door.
Although it was time to call them in, their hot chocolates already steaming on the kitchen table, something about that happy scene made her pause and wish that someday… not so very far away… that it would be their own son that she was watching Van and Jake play with out in the snow.
She had been overjoyed when Van and Jake had stood in front of her and her husband to tell them that they were a couple; their heartfelt words only a confirmation of what her eyes witnessing the shared looks and gentle caresses had already told her long ago. She couldn’t have been happier; thinking that they were a perfect match for each other.
Reluctant to disturb the scene but thinking that Max had already been out in the cold and the snow for too long, she opened the porch door and called out to the three of them. ‘Come on boys… your hot chocolate is getting cold!’
‘Yeah! Hot chocolate! With marshmallows and whipped cream?!’ Max asked as he fist punched the air with delight, scrambling to his feet and dashing towards the house; leaving Van and Jake still prone in the snow.
‘You can let me up now’ Van said as he squirmed ineffectually against the strong fingers that still curled around his wrists, holding him in place.
‘Mmmm?! I don't know… I think I kinda like you in this position! ’ Jake smirked, a wicked glint in his eye before he bent down and stuck the cold tip of his nose into the warmth of Van's neck right below his ear under the folds of his scarf.
‘Jesus Jake! That's cold!’ Van exclaimed as Jake continued to bury his face further into his neck. ‘That's not fair… it's against the rules’ he whined.
‘Rules huh! You didn't think about rules this morning did you?’ Jake's chuckle was muffled by the thick material of Van’s scarf.
‘Okay… Okay! I'm sorry. I won't do it again… promise’ Van pleaded, continuing to struggle to fight off Jake.
‘So… you gonna be a good boy?’ Jake asked his boyfriend as he released Van’s hands and straightened up.
‘Promise!’ Van agreed, looking up at Jake with puppy dog eyes as his hands automatically came to rest on Jake's thin hips.
‘That's better’ Jake smiled a slow lustful smile as Van bucked his hips upwards against Jake, in a move that aligned their groins perfectly and spoke volumes of his intent for later on when they were alone and not in full view in his parents’ backyard.
The friction against his jean covered groin sent pinpricks of arousal surging all through Jake's body and he couldn't stop himself from succumbing to the building need in him to lean forward and kiss Van… as much as he couldn't stop himself from breathing… the need was that strong.
The movement of lips sliding against lips, stubble rasping against stubble and tongues duelling together soon warmed them both up and Jake felt himself becoming lost in the kiss… felt the world around him disappearing until all he could concentrate on was Van's mouth on his. So much so that he never noticed Van’s hands slipping from his waist until he felt the shock of the cold handful of snow sliding down under the waistband of his jeans where a slither of bare skin on his back had become exposed as he lent forward into the kiss and heard his boyfriend's laugh as he bucked Jake off his lap and scrambled to his feet.
Van dashed for the cover of the porch door, yanked it open and slammed it shut behind him just in time to narrowly avoid the hastily thrown snowball in his direction that shuddered against the door frame.
Van cracked open the door and risked poking his head around the gap to call out to his boyfriend. ‘Too slow Silbermann. You must be getting old! Better luck next time!’ a wide smile spread across his face and Jake just caught a glimpse of those irresistible dimples before Van snapped his head back from view to avoid another snowball as it was launched in his direction.
Jake smiled widely, chuckling to himself and shaking his head as he trudged towards the porch door, already thinking of ways to get his own back on Van later on as the wetness of the melting snow spread uncomfortably down his boxer briefs.
As his hand reached out to open the porch door; the promise of Roma’s hot chocolate already warming him through, he thought gratefully of how they'd been here less than a day and already they were back to their usual banter. God… he loved this… loved them together… loved Van!
Oh yes… this was going to be a wonderful Christmas.
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Author: Wheelie47
Rating: R
Pairing: Van and Jake
Word count: 2,689
Disclaimer: Don’t own characters, am not associated in any way with ATWT, Van and Jake. No offence intended.
Summary: Van and Jake enjoy some downtime and have a little fun.
Written for the 'What Did You Do' challenge community on LJ with the prompt of 'Snowballing'
Christmas Eve 2011
The thought of Christmas in LA just didn't seem right somehow. It wasn't that they didn't really love their life together in LA, they did… but Christmas didn't seem like Christmas without snow.
After admitting to their families and the people close to them what they themselves had finally admitted to each other… admitted to this thing that had been building between them for such a long time, perhaps since the very first time they'd met… they had taken the giant, terrifying but oh so exhilarating step of moving to LA and starting a whole brand-new life together over 18 months ago. But being the East Coast boys that they both were at heart, the festive season to Van and Jake was about being wrapped up against the cold, nice and warm in hats, scarves and gloves, and snow… lots and lots of snow. Not to mention being with their families… so last year they had visited with Jake’s parents and now, this year they had come to Massachusetts to spend the holidays with Van’s family.
‘Gotcha!’ Jake heard Max, Van’s young godson, yell with delight; interrupting his train of thought.
Jake looked up from where he was putting his boots on, sat on the back porch, just-in-time to see Max score a direct hit with a well aimed snowball to the side of Van's head. Jake's chuckle turned into a deep, long and hard belly laugh as he watched the snowball slide down the side of his boyfriend's face from where it'd landed just below his hat line, leaving a trial of melting snow, down to the collar of Van’s black winter coat.
He watched the expression on Van’s face turn from shock at the cold impact to mock indignation to a wide face splitting grin as he began to chase Max round his parents' huge backyard, a snowball in each hand, dodging trees, plant pots, picnic tables and the freshly built snowman, yelling ‘I'm gonna get you for that!’ at the top of his voice.
God only knew how much they both needed this break; this last year had been crazy busy, especially the last few months and they’d both seemed to spend their time travelling between New York and LA, neither of them seemingly able to be in the same place at the same time.
Not that they weren't extremely grateful to be so busy but it was severely cutting down on their time together and the strain was starting to tell. And next year was already panning out to be just as busy; after the success of Derby Day, The Camisade Theatre Company was already starting to look forward to their next project and Van was in the running to land the lead in another film. So when Van’s mom suggested that they stay with them through the New Year too they had both jumped at the chance, clearing their schedules for the next 10 days.
Jake continued to smile widely and chuckle, watching Van’s antics as he bent to lace up his boots eager to join in the fun, relieved to see Van was beginning to relax and unwind as much as he was, thoughts of work and busy schedules already slipping to the back of his mind.
They'd arrived yesterday, tired from the journey and from months of continued work, ready to enjoy some downtime and Jake couldn't help but think back with a smirk to how excited Van had been this morning when he realised there had been a fresh snowfall overnight…
…
The cold assaulted Jake's face and bare torso, right down to where the duvet rested low on his hips, like a short sharp shock and his eyes flew open in an instant.
‘Fuck Van! Close the damn window and come back to bed. You're not in a Christmas Carol you know! It's freezing in here!’ Jake whined as he realised that the cause of the sudden and icy draft was the fact that his boyfriend was standing at the flung open bedroom window, barefoot and dressed only in his low riding jeans, watching the snowflakes falling as if mesmerised; Van could be such a big kid sometimes!
‘Van!’ Jake cried out in exasperation as he tried to ignore the strong bare lines of Van’s back leading down to the soft curve of his perfect ass as it disappeared under the waistband of his jeans and tried to remember that he was annoyed with Van for waking him up like that.
‘It's snowing!’ Van exclaimed, turning to face Jake as if hearing him for the first time.
Van couldn't help it, he couldn't resist chuckling at Jake as he saw his boyfriend with the duvet now yanked up to his nose with only the top of his head showing, his hair flattened and tousled from sleep.
Van almost bounced over to the bed, landing on top of the duvet next to Jake's covered form with an exaggerated sigh.
‘Jaaake! Don't be such a Scrooge! I’m supposed to be the one who gets old and grumpy first!’ he said in a high-pitched singsong whine as he slipped his cold fingers down under the duvet, tracing a path along Jake's chiselled chest heading down past his bellybutton.
‘Oh no you don't! Van… are you trying to kill me?!’ Jake gasped and grabbed Van’s wrist, stopping his hand from progressing any further.
‘What?! Such a big…’ Van waggled his eyebrows suggestively ‘… strong guy like you afraid of a bit of cold?! he teased as he yanked his hand free and ripped the duvet from Jake's grip, tossing it to the floor in a crumpled heap, pausing to admire his boyfriend in all his naked glory before scrambling back off the bed and out of Jake's reach, dashing for cover into the bathroom.
‘I'll get you back… just you wait!’ Jake promised, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he struggled up and off the bed to chase after Van.
By the time Jake had reached the bathroom Van had already stepped out of his jeans, leaving them in a discarded untidy pile on the bathroom floor and was stepping into the shower.
Jake wasted no time in following in behind Van, spinning him around to face him and pinning his arms up against the wall as the water cascaded down over them.
‘Aww shucks… you found me!’ Van exclaimed in mock surprise, a mischievous glint in his eye as he looked up into the intense crystal blue of Jake's eyes.
‘You really need to work on your hiding technique Van… you left a trail!’ Jake murmured, moving to press himself flush against Van as his groin twitched to life at the reality of them being both naked and oh so close in the shower. Jake had been intent on getting his own back on Van but, as he saw his boyfriend staring provocatively up at him, the water plastering his long hair to the sides of his face and running in rivulets through his dark chest hair, he thought of a much more fulfilling idea.
He leaned forward to capture Van’s supple lips in an open mouthed urgent kiss before biting, licking and kissing a meandering path down Van’s torso as he knelt on the slippery shower tiles in front of his boyfriend.
He threw a quick look upwards, seeking permission that he knew was already given… would be always given… his breath hitching in his throat as he saw Van's lust blown pupils staring back down at him, waiting… urging him to make his next move.
Unable to wait a second longer Jake sunk his hot moist mouth down over Van’s hardening length, fingers curling around the base where his mouth couldn't reach. He didn't think he would ever… could ever tire of this… this connection and he never wanted to.
Encouraged by the increasingly erotic and desperate sounds from above him… by the fingers curling and fisting in his hair he stepped up the pace; his fingers, tongue and mouth working overtime as he brought Van to his precipice.
‘Jake!’ Van breathed out in an urgent whisper, telling his lover that he needed just that bit extra… that little bit more to send him tumbling over the edge, safe in the knowledge that Jake would catch him.
Eager to taste Van, Jake was more than happy to oblige and, leaving his mouth to work on Van's cock alone he reached up with one hand to tweak and twist Van’s wet nipples while the other rolled and squeezed his boyfriend’s balls.
He smirked around Van’s cock as he felt the familiar shudder and gasp that signalled his lover’s release, and his mouth frantically worked to milk every single last drop.
He stood, hands stretched out to support a sated and climax weakened Van, and pressed himself flush against his boyfriend as Van opened his mouth, eager to taste the heady and completely erotic mix that was uniquely them.
‘Hey there’ Van breathed out after several long moments as his eyes flickered open and his breathing returned to something almost akin to normal, smiling a deep wide smile that spoke volumes of his love for Jake as he locked eyes with his boyfriend.
They exchanged a deep passionate kiss before he grasped his lover by the shoulders and turned him so Jake was the one directly under the shower head… sinking to his knees, eager to return the favour…
…
As he finished tying his bootlaces Jake looked up, a frown forming across his handsome features as neither Van or Max could be seen.
Standing, Jake cautiously moved off the porch, gathering snow from the steps to make a snowball as he went, fearing that an ambush lay in wait.
He froze when he heard Max's almost stifled giggle and swung quietly in the direction of the sound to see him crouched behind the farthest picnic table. Knowing that Van would be close to his godson, he scanned the area and smirked when he saw a puff of misted breath coming low from behind the snowman.
Jake saw his opportunity and bent into a low crouching run to hide behind the nearest tree as he circled round to come up on Van from behind.
‘Max! Let's get him!’ he yelled as he pelted Van with his snowball before making a darting run and barrelling into him, spinning him around and pinning him to the snow-covered ground.
Jake laughed long and hard as he sat straddling Van’s waist, trying to hold him still with his arms pinned above his head as Max gathered handfuls of snow and stuffed them down under the collar of Van’s jacket.
‘I surrender! I surrender!’ Van cried out as he squirmed in Jake's grip, before the three of them descended into unstoppable and breathless giggles.
Roma Hansis, couldn't help but smile and shake her head at their antics, as she watched her son and his partner playing with Max out in the snow from the warmth behind the porch door.
Although it was time to call them in, their hot chocolates already steaming on the kitchen table, something about that happy scene made her pause and wish that someday… not so very far away… that it would be their own son that she was watching Van and Jake play with out in the snow.
She had been overjoyed when Van and Jake had stood in front of her and her husband to tell them that they were a couple; their heartfelt words only a confirmation of what her eyes witnessing the shared looks and gentle caresses had already told her long ago. She couldn’t have been happier; thinking that they were a perfect match for each other.
Reluctant to disturb the scene but thinking that Max had already been out in the cold and the snow for too long, she opened the porch door and called out to the three of them. ‘Come on boys… your hot chocolate is getting cold!’
‘Yeah! Hot chocolate! With marshmallows and whipped cream?!’ Max asked as he fist punched the air with delight, scrambling to his feet and dashing towards the house; leaving Van and Jake still prone in the snow.
‘You can let me up now’ Van said as he squirmed ineffectually against the strong fingers that still curled around his wrists, holding him in place.
‘Mmmm?! I don't know… I think I kinda like you in this position! ’ Jake smirked, a wicked glint in his eye before he bent down and stuck the cold tip of his nose into the warmth of Van's neck right below his ear under the folds of his scarf.
‘Jesus Jake! That's cold!’ Van exclaimed as Jake continued to bury his face further into his neck. ‘That's not fair… it's against the rules’ he whined.
‘Rules huh! You didn't think about rules this morning did you?’ Jake's chuckle was muffled by the thick material of Van’s scarf.
‘Okay… Okay! I'm sorry. I won't do it again… promise’ Van pleaded, continuing to struggle to fight off Jake.
‘So… you gonna be a good boy?’ Jake asked his boyfriend as he released Van’s hands and straightened up.
‘Promise!’ Van agreed, looking up at Jake with puppy dog eyes as his hands automatically came to rest on Jake's thin hips.
‘That's better’ Jake smiled a slow lustful smile as Van bucked his hips upwards against Jake, in a move that aligned their groins perfectly and spoke volumes of his intent for later on when they were alone and not in full view in his parents’ backyard.
The friction against his jean covered groin sent pinpricks of arousal surging all through Jake's body and he couldn't stop himself from succumbing to the building need in him to lean forward and kiss Van… as much as he couldn't stop himself from breathing… the need was that strong.
The movement of lips sliding against lips, stubble rasping against stubble and tongues duelling together soon warmed them both up and Jake felt himself becoming lost in the kiss… felt the world around him disappearing until all he could concentrate on was Van's mouth on his. So much so that he never noticed Van’s hands slipping from his waist until he felt the shock of the cold handful of snow sliding down under the waistband of his jeans where a slither of bare skin on his back had become exposed as he lent forward into the kiss and heard his boyfriend's laugh as he bucked Jake off his lap and scrambled to his feet.
Van dashed for the cover of the porch door, yanked it open and slammed it shut behind him just in time to narrowly avoid the hastily thrown snowball in his direction that shuddered against the door frame.
Van cracked open the door and risked poking his head around the gap to call out to his boyfriend. ‘Too slow Silbermann. You must be getting old! Better luck next time!’ a wide smile spread across his face and Jake just caught a glimpse of those irresistible dimples before Van snapped his head back from view to avoid another snowball as it was launched in his direction.
Jake smiled widely, chuckling to himself and shaking his head as he trudged towards the porch door, already thinking of ways to get his own back on Van later on as the wetness of the melting snow spread uncomfortably down his boxer briefs.
As his hand reached out to open the porch door; the promise of Roma’s hot chocolate already warming him through, he thought gratefully of how they'd been here less than a day and already they were back to their usual banter. God… he loved this… loved them together… loved Van!
Oh yes… this was going to be a wonderful Christmas.
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