FIC - Where the heart is (1/1) - JANSIS
Title: Where the heart is (1/1)
Author: Wheelie47
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Van and Jake
Word count: 3,890
Disclaimer: Don’t own characters, am not associated in any way with ATWT, Van and Jake. No offence intended.
Summary: Van watches Jake's ‘We Love Soaps’ interview…
Van sat crossed legged and bare foot on the couch; his laptop balanced on his knees as he waited for the video of Jake’s interview with Damon from ‘We Love Soaps’ to start.
He reached for his steaming cup of coffee as the opening sequence before the interview played on his screen. His hand paused in mid-stretch as Jake appeared, sitting next to Damon in that blue checked shirt; the one Van had bought him for his birthday, the one that was currently open down to the third button, revealing a tantalizing portion of perfect skin.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Silbermann! I swear to God you do it on purpose!" Van groaned at the screen as his boyfriend stared back at him with those intense eyes that seemed to stare straight into his soul.
It had been two weeks since they’d last seen each other and that look, coupled with that open shirt, that magnetic trace of a half-smile and that hair, which had grown just long enough for Van’s fingers to itch to comb through, did little to ease the ache in his heart or the growing desire in his groin.
Van tried to concentrate on Damon’s questions and Jake’s answers… he really did. But all he seemed to be able to focus on was those lips and that mouth and the things that the very talented Jake could do with them.
"Stop! Just stop it!" he hissed out loud, directing his gaze down toward his groin as he felt his growing length press uncomfortably through his sweat pants up against the laptop. Great! Now he was talking to himself and his annoyingly willful body part!
He tried to concentrate on the interview again and reached for his coffee mug with a loud exaggerated sigh, gripping it tightly with both hands to stop them slipping below his elastic waistband … that really wasn’t going to help; it would only remind him that Jake wasn’t here with him.
He really needed to see his boyfriend and spend some time with him…alone… just the two of them. But that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon; what with him stuck in LA, having just finished filming another guest spot and with two auditions lined up for next week and with Jake just starting a two week run in Derby Day.
After successfully managing mind over matter… for now anyway… Van was able to concentrate again on Jake's and Damon's words. He found himself grinning widely and felt his heart swell with pride as he listened and watched Jake enthuse about the play. From the moment Van had read Jake's copy of the script and seen how excited his boyfriend had been about the project, he knew it was going to be a success and from the first reviews it seemed others agreed too.
As the interview went on, Van realised that Jake was positively glowing with pride and passion for what he and the others at Camisade had created. The way Jake threw himself heart and soul into everything he did was one of the things that Van loved about him the most.
Van knew from personal experience just how much Jake threw himself heart and soul into everything he did… and he did mean everything. He smirked lustfully at the memory of just how enthusiastic Jake had been when they had first crossed that line of being just good friends to something so much more.
Then there had been that time when Billy had, what they'd originally thought was a lame-assed idea of a ‘come as a character you've played’ party, until Jake had decided to go as Haken and suggested that Van should go as Yuri, going as far as to suggest that Van spoke with a Russian accent all night.
They had barely made it through the first hour of the party before Jake had cornered Van as he made his way to the bathroom, pushed him up against the closed bathroom door and literally growled down his ear that they needed to ‘get the fuck out of here… right now!’ as he ground his straining erection against Van’s ass.
And before that there was the time with the red Speedos and…
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! This isn't helping," Van exploded in frustration. "Come on, Hansis! Stop acting like a teenager who's just discovered what his dick is for!"
He swallowed hard, desperately trying to concentrate again on the 15inch screen in front of him. He adjusted his glasses and frowned slightly as he noticed Jake pinching the bridge of his nose, his eyelids fluttering closed for a moment as Damon asked him another question. Van leant further forward to squint at the screen, noticing for the first time the red tinge of tiredness around Jake's eyes, hoping that his boyfriend wasn't pushing himself too hard.
By the time he'd seen Jake reach for his mug of coffee the second time, Van was stretching toward the coffee table for his phone as he hit pause. He checked his watch as he pressed the speed dial, doing a swift mental calculation of the time difference and hoped that he would catch Jake before the matinee performance.
"Hey," Van said softly as Jake answered his phone. "Where are you?" he asked, hearing indistinguishable background noises down the line.
"Hey yourself," Jake replied and Van could tell from the sound of his boyfriend's voice that he was grinning widely. "I'm heading to the theatre a little early; we want to try tweaking a scene a little and we need to run through it."
Jake closed his eyes and leant his head back against the taxi's seat, listening to the honeyed tones of Van's voice and wishing for all the world that his boyfriend could reach down the phone and hold him close. He missed Van so much that it was almost too much to bear to only be able to hear his voice and not to touch him.
He always had trouble sleeping when Van wasn't with him; the bed just seemed so large and empty without Van’s sprawled and sleeping body next to him; surrounding him. Not to mention missing the other things that they did in bed… and in the bathroom, in the lounge, in the kitchen and, that one time pressed up against the hall wall because the want and the need was just too strong to make it all the way to the bedroom. God were they really that horny?! Who was he kidding?! He knew he'd got it bad… they both had… but he really didn't care and he wouldn't want it any other way. But it was the not being able to get to sleep without Van next to him part that really got to him the most.
"You OK?" Van’s concerned voice interrupted his train of thought and he fought hard to focus on what his boyfriend was asking him.
"You OK?" Van’s voice was louder and a little higher this time as he gripped his phone tighter, concern for his boyfriend building within him.
"Yeah… I'm good. Just a little tired maybe," Jake soothed in a low murmur. "How did the filming go?" he asked as he changed the subject, not wanting Van to worry about him.
"It was great Jake, can't wait for it to air. And I'm really excited for the auditions next week. I've got a really good feeling about them." Van replied and Jake could hear the anticipation in his boyfriend's voice. His own heart soared with hope that the auditions would go well; these guest spots gave Van some great exposure and now his boyfriend was eager for a role he could really sink his teeth into.
"I just wish… that they didn't clash with… I just wish that I could be there to support…" Van stumbled over his words, caught between the excitement of filming and the upcoming auditions and the frustration of not being there in person to support Jake.
"I get it Van… it's… it’s OK. You don't have to be here for me to know that you're behind me a 100%," Jake interrupted, knowing full well just how his boyfriend was feeling… Jake wanted him here too. "Besides, I could always re-enact a few scenes for you!" he chuckled lightly as he tried to relieve a little of the tension.
Van laughed a little on hearing Jake's low chuckle. "What?! If you think I'm letting you loose with the condiments here, you've got another thing coming!" he replied, feeling a little lighter and more relieved, knowing that Jake understood.
"Spoilsport!" Jake retorted with a wide face splitting grin that faded when he realised that the taxi had already pulled up outside the Clurman theatre. "I've got to go, Van," he said with regret, his tone telling Van that hanging up on his boyfriend was the last thing Jake wanted to do.
"OK," Van replied slowly, trying to prolong the conversation for as long as possible. "Well… break a leg then. I'll be thinking about you. I love you," Van almost whispered the last word, his voice beginning to break.
"Thanks. I'll talk to you later, baby. I love you too," Jake whispered back and felt his heartbreaking a little as he ended the call.
For several long minutes, Van gripped his now silent phone and stared at the image of Jake, paused in mid-sentence on his laptop before he reached an abrupt decision. He stretched forward to open a new tab and pulled up flight times to the East Coast for the next day; hoping against hope that somehow he could pull off a round-trip to see Jake and get back to LA in time for his auditions on Wednesday…
…
"Damn stupid fucking flight delays! Damn stupid traffic!" Van muttered darkly to himself as he sat in the back of a taxi that was going nowhere fast and they were still blocks from the theatre.
He’d hoped to surprise Jake by appearing unannounced at the theatre in time to see Monday night’s production after he'd caught a flight earlier that day. But fate had conspired against him after he'd met with delay upon delay and now, according to his watch, the play would be all but over.
A flash of anger spiked in Van at the impossible situation. "I'll just walk from here!" He leaned forward, trying to keep the annoyance from his voice, as he paid the fare before he grabbed his overnight bag and reached for the door.
He hurried the rest of the way to the theatre, finally turning the last corner and heading toward the stage door in the hope of catching Jake after the performance.
His foul mood lifted instantly the minute he saw the tall and unmistakable figure of his boyfriend standing on the sidewalk and signing autographs for a group of fans, some of whom Van recognised instantly from previous fan events.
Van strode over, approaching Jake and the group around him from the side; just out of the line of vision while he was finishing up signing one woman's playbill.
"Can you sign this for me, dude." Van tried to keep the chuckle from his voice as he thrust his airline ticket stub toward Jake. Van’s words were followed by gasps of delighted surprise from the fans around Jake, at seeing their two favourite actors together again.
"Van!" Jake looked up in surprise at the sound of the unmistakable voice he knew so well. "You're here?!" he said incredulously but didn't wait for an answer before he pulled Van into a long embrace. An embrace that stayed just this side of friendship because their relationship wasn't public knowledge yet and this wasn't the time or the place… both of them had agreed that they weren't ready to take that step just yet.
They pulled reluctantly away and stood for a moment just looking at each other before Van was the first to break the silence. "Well… I was trying to see this play that I've heard so much about but I guess the airline had other ideas," Van gave Jake a lopsided grin and shrugged his shoulders as his annoyance at the day’s delays began to melt away now that he was finally here with Jake.
"Man! I'm so sorry." Jake's heart went out to Van as he felt an intense disappointment that Van hadn't been able to see the play, especially after he'd made such an effort to get here. Van shrugged again and smiled at Jake as he looked into the crystal blue, silently telling him that it was OK and that Jake could make it up to him later.
For the next 10 minutes or so, they stood talking and signing things for the people gathered around them. Van was content for the most part to stand back and watch proudly on as Jake answered questions and chatted about the play, before they said their goodbyes and headed off to hail a cab…
…
"I should be doing this for you," Jake murmured as he sat, lengthwise along his couch, with his long legs stretched out in front of him and Van tucked in behind him, as his boyfriend worked his talented fingers into the knotted muscles of Jake's neck and shoulders. "I'm not the one who's flown all the way across the country."
"It's OK… I want to. Besides it feels like you need it more than I do," Van replied as he gently pushed Jake's head further forward to get better access to his neck muscles.
"Mmmm! That feels so good, Van. Just there!" Jake breathed out and shuddered a little as Van worked on a particularly tight muscle. Jake could barely keep his eyes open; his tiredness, the closeness and warmth of Van behind him and the rhythmic motion of the massage were lulling him to sleep.
Jake's low moans in that rumbling baritone of his and the long expanse of neck in front of him sent electric pulses of arousal straight to Van’s cock and suddenly he wanted nothing more than to step this up a notch. "You like that, eh?" he murmured seductively as he leaned forward and placed a kiss to the base of Jake's neck. At the same time he moved his hands down his boyfriend's broad back to slip around his waist and under the hem of his T-shirt, fingers scratching in the dusting of hair that led down under Jake's waistband.
"Hell yes!" Jake squirmed under Van's touch and backed further into the V of his boyfriend's legs, feeling Van’s hardening length pressing against him through the rough material of their jeans.
Van licked a hot moist strip up the back of Jake's neck. "When were you going to tell me, Jake?" he breathed hotly against Jake's skin.
"Huh?" Jake asked vaguely, his brain valiantly trying to concentrate on what Van was asking him instead of concentrating on what Van was doing to him, as he desperately tried to remember if there was something important he should have told his boyfriend. "Tell you what?" He gave up; it was a losing battle anyway!
Van linked his fingers together over Jake's stomach and squeezed a little as he smirked against Jake's neck. "When's he due?"
"What?! What are you talking about, Van?!" he asked in confusion as he tried to make sense of Van's words.
When Van's chuckle rumbled against Jake's back, it suddenly hit Jake what he was talking about as he remembered the last part of Damon's interview.
Jake shook his head, his own chuckle rising up from his chest. "Sorry to disappoint… it's just all the lasagna you keep feeding me. Perhaps we should try harder!" he said, his voice dropping to its seductive lowest as he inched further back into Van’s groin and slowly traced his palms along the hard muscle of Van's thighs, squeezing gently before working his way back to reach and cup his hands around his boyfriend's ass, pulling him closer.
"Try harder?! I like the sound of that!" Van replied as he deftly slipped his fingers further down to unbutton and unzip Jake's jeans. He delved eagerly under the waistband of Jake's black boxer briefs to finally wrap around the growing velvet hardness of Jake's cock.
"Van… feels so good!" Jake breathed out huskily as he rocked his hips in time to Van’s strokes up and down his length, desperate to increase the delicious friction. God! He’d missed this… missed them.
"Turn around," Van commanded breathlessly as Jake's movement was rubbing against his jean covered groin, making him desperate for more.
But Jake had other ideas as the need and want of now… right now… consumed him and he stood, smirking lustfully at the whine of loss of contact that escaped Van’s lips. He turned to face Van and swiftly toed off his shoes, pushing down and stepping out of his jeans and boxers briefs in one fluid motion.
Van nodded toward his overnight bag where it lay discarded and forgotten on the floor as Jake arched a questioning eyebrow at him. He unzipped his jeans and reached in to pull himself out through the opening and started to work his fingers up and down his own length as he watched Jake search for the lube in his bag.
"Got it!" Jake exclaimed before his breath hitched in his throat as he turned back to face Van and saw that he had slid further down the couch to lie flat with his head pressed back against the arm, his lips parted erotically and his hazel eyes tracking Jake's every movement… all the time stroking his cock.
"Come here." Van reached out a hand toward Jake, interlocking their fingers and pulling him closer and Jake could tell in the hazel hue just how much Van needed this re-connection too.
Jake didn't need asking twice and he slipped back onto the couch, straddling Van’s thighs, feeling the rough material of his boyfriend's jeans rubbing sensually against his naked skin.
"Need you… want you," Jake whispered breathlessly as he leaned forward to capture Van’s supple lips in his, eagerly demanding entrance with a slide of his tongue.
Jake reluctantly released Van’s lips and sat back on his heels before lifting up to prepare himself expertly a finger at a time. He locked eyes with Van and saw him watching with lust blown pupils, like this was the most amazing, beautiful and erotic thing he had ever seen in his life. Fuck! Sex with this man would never… ever get old!
With a whimper of anticipation Jake eased himself further up onto his knees before sinking slowly and gratefully down onto Van’s length. Closing his eyes against the burn of intrusion, he felt Van’s hands reach out and touch him, one slowly stroking him and the other slipping up under the hem of his shirt and tracing up over his abdomen toward his chest, to seek out and tease his nipples.
"So beautiful!" Van's huskily spoken words made Jake open his eyes and look down at his boyfriend. He remembered the first time they had connected like this. He remembered the burn, the stretch and the fullness of Van and how he had thought that he wouldn’t be able to take it… that is until Van’s perfect cock had brushed against that super-sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside him and sent wave after wave of indescribable pleasure surging through him… and he had never looked back.
As he watched Van hungrily lick his full and sensuous lips, he realised that he’d come to crave this feeling of Van inside him and decided that he liked this position best. Not only could he feel more of Van inside him but he got to see the ecstasy on Van's face when he came; head thrown back, eyes half-lidded, moist lips parted and his long hair perfectly framing his face. Fuck! Who was he kidding?! Any which way with Van was just perfect!
That mental image of a sated Van fuelled the urgency in Jake and he began to move, slowly at first as he readjusted to Van's girth, building to a needy rhythm which had his heavy and leaking cock bouncing in time, jutting out proudly from beneath the hem of his T-shirt.
Van took his cue from Jake and was soon rocking his hips upwards to meet his boyfriend's downward movement. He knew that they weren't going to last long… they never did when they first reconnected after prolonged periods of time apart. This was about finding each other again… the slow and easy would come later.
"Vaaan… so close… need to," Jake whimpered, desperate for release. His hands came to rest on Van's chest and realised with surprise that Van still had his shirt on. "Off… now!" he demanded as he carelessly ripped open the shirt, sending buttons skittering haphazardly across the room before running his fingers through Van's chest hair.
The feeling of Van deep inside him, the friction of the rough denim against his ass and the sensual softness of hair against his fingers and palms were too much for Jake to take and his climax built within him, surging his release over his boyfriend's abdomen and chest.
"Jesus… Jake!" Van panted as the sight of his boyfriend's head flung back in the throes of his lustful release and the feeling of Jake's muscles contracting around him had him eagerly following Jake to his own climax.
"Wow!" he breathed out as he pulled Jake down against him into a sated embrace, their chests heaving against each other. "I think you owe me a shirt!"
Shirt?! How could Van think of shirts at a time like this! "You can wear one of mine," Jake chuckled breathlessly against the side of Van's sweat damped neck, deciding he quite liked the idea of Van wearing his clothes… kind of like he was claiming Van as his own… an unspoken claim that only they knew the relevance of.
"Mmmhh! Only if it's the blue one!" Van agreed with a chuckle, quite liking the idea himself.
"We should…" he reluctantly began as he gently pulled out, thoughts of a quick shower and bed… snuggled up in a blanket of Jake foremost in his mind.
"No… wait…. just a little bit longer," Jake pleaded as he reached up to pull his T-shirt over his head and clean them up as best he could; wanting to stay close like this for just a little bit longer… trying not to think of when Van would need to leave again.
Van just nodded and silently pulled Jake closer to him, knowing exactly how he felt. He closed his eyes as he felt the first pull of sleep creeping over his sated body and thought with contentment that it didn't matter whether they were here on the East Coast or out there in LA… or anywhere in between… just as long as Jake was with him… because Jake was his home… Jake was where his heart was.
The End
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Author: Wheelie47
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Van and Jake
Word count: 3,890
Disclaimer: Don’t own characters, am not associated in any way with ATWT, Van and Jake. No offence intended.
Summary: Van watches Jake's ‘We Love Soaps’ interview…
Van sat crossed legged and bare foot on the couch; his laptop balanced on his knees as he waited for the video of Jake’s interview with Damon from ‘We Love Soaps’ to start.
He reached for his steaming cup of coffee as the opening sequence before the interview played on his screen. His hand paused in mid-stretch as Jake appeared, sitting next to Damon in that blue checked shirt; the one Van had bought him for his birthday, the one that was currently open down to the third button, revealing a tantalizing portion of perfect skin.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Silbermann! I swear to God you do it on purpose!" Van groaned at the screen as his boyfriend stared back at him with those intense eyes that seemed to stare straight into his soul.
It had been two weeks since they’d last seen each other and that look, coupled with that open shirt, that magnetic trace of a half-smile and that hair, which had grown just long enough for Van’s fingers to itch to comb through, did little to ease the ache in his heart or the growing desire in his groin.
Van tried to concentrate on Damon’s questions and Jake’s answers… he really did. But all he seemed to be able to focus on was those lips and that mouth and the things that the very talented Jake could do with them.
"Stop! Just stop it!" he hissed out loud, directing his gaze down toward his groin as he felt his growing length press uncomfortably through his sweat pants up against the laptop. Great! Now he was talking to himself and his annoyingly willful body part!
He tried to concentrate on the interview again and reached for his coffee mug with a loud exaggerated sigh, gripping it tightly with both hands to stop them slipping below his elastic waistband … that really wasn’t going to help; it would only remind him that Jake wasn’t here with him.
He really needed to see his boyfriend and spend some time with him…alone… just the two of them. But that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon; what with him stuck in LA, having just finished filming another guest spot and with two auditions lined up for next week and with Jake just starting a two week run in Derby Day.
After successfully managing mind over matter… for now anyway… Van was able to concentrate again on Jake's and Damon's words. He found himself grinning widely and felt his heart swell with pride as he listened and watched Jake enthuse about the play. From the moment Van had read Jake's copy of the script and seen how excited his boyfriend had been about the project, he knew it was going to be a success and from the first reviews it seemed others agreed too.
As the interview went on, Van realised that Jake was positively glowing with pride and passion for what he and the others at Camisade had created. The way Jake threw himself heart and soul into everything he did was one of the things that Van loved about him the most.
Van knew from personal experience just how much Jake threw himself heart and soul into everything he did… and he did mean everything. He smirked lustfully at the memory of just how enthusiastic Jake had been when they had first crossed that line of being just good friends to something so much more.
Then there had been that time when Billy had, what they'd originally thought was a lame-assed idea of a ‘come as a character you've played’ party, until Jake had decided to go as Haken and suggested that Van should go as Yuri, going as far as to suggest that Van spoke with a Russian accent all night.
They had barely made it through the first hour of the party before Jake had cornered Van as he made his way to the bathroom, pushed him up against the closed bathroom door and literally growled down his ear that they needed to ‘get the fuck out of here… right now!’ as he ground his straining erection against Van’s ass.
And before that there was the time with the red Speedos and…
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! This isn't helping," Van exploded in frustration. "Come on, Hansis! Stop acting like a teenager who's just discovered what his dick is for!"
He swallowed hard, desperately trying to concentrate again on the 15inch screen in front of him. He adjusted his glasses and frowned slightly as he noticed Jake pinching the bridge of his nose, his eyelids fluttering closed for a moment as Damon asked him another question. Van leant further forward to squint at the screen, noticing for the first time the red tinge of tiredness around Jake's eyes, hoping that his boyfriend wasn't pushing himself too hard.
By the time he'd seen Jake reach for his mug of coffee the second time, Van was stretching toward the coffee table for his phone as he hit pause. He checked his watch as he pressed the speed dial, doing a swift mental calculation of the time difference and hoped that he would catch Jake before the matinee performance.
"Hey," Van said softly as Jake answered his phone. "Where are you?" he asked, hearing indistinguishable background noises down the line.
"Hey yourself," Jake replied and Van could tell from the sound of his boyfriend's voice that he was grinning widely. "I'm heading to the theatre a little early; we want to try tweaking a scene a little and we need to run through it."
Jake closed his eyes and leant his head back against the taxi's seat, listening to the honeyed tones of Van's voice and wishing for all the world that his boyfriend could reach down the phone and hold him close. He missed Van so much that it was almost too much to bear to only be able to hear his voice and not to touch him.
He always had trouble sleeping when Van wasn't with him; the bed just seemed so large and empty without Van’s sprawled and sleeping body next to him; surrounding him. Not to mention missing the other things that they did in bed… and in the bathroom, in the lounge, in the kitchen and, that one time pressed up against the hall wall because the want and the need was just too strong to make it all the way to the bedroom. God were they really that horny?! Who was he kidding?! He knew he'd got it bad… they both had… but he really didn't care and he wouldn't want it any other way. But it was the not being able to get to sleep without Van next to him part that really got to him the most.
"You OK?" Van’s concerned voice interrupted his train of thought and he fought hard to focus on what his boyfriend was asking him.
"You OK?" Van’s voice was louder and a little higher this time as he gripped his phone tighter, concern for his boyfriend building within him.
"Yeah… I'm good. Just a little tired maybe," Jake soothed in a low murmur. "How did the filming go?" he asked as he changed the subject, not wanting Van to worry about him.
"It was great Jake, can't wait for it to air. And I'm really excited for the auditions next week. I've got a really good feeling about them." Van replied and Jake could hear the anticipation in his boyfriend's voice. His own heart soared with hope that the auditions would go well; these guest spots gave Van some great exposure and now his boyfriend was eager for a role he could really sink his teeth into.
"I just wish… that they didn't clash with… I just wish that I could be there to support…" Van stumbled over his words, caught between the excitement of filming and the upcoming auditions and the frustration of not being there in person to support Jake.
"I get it Van… it's… it’s OK. You don't have to be here for me to know that you're behind me a 100%," Jake interrupted, knowing full well just how his boyfriend was feeling… Jake wanted him here too. "Besides, I could always re-enact a few scenes for you!" he chuckled lightly as he tried to relieve a little of the tension.
Van laughed a little on hearing Jake's low chuckle. "What?! If you think I'm letting you loose with the condiments here, you've got another thing coming!" he replied, feeling a little lighter and more relieved, knowing that Jake understood.
"Spoilsport!" Jake retorted with a wide face splitting grin that faded when he realised that the taxi had already pulled up outside the Clurman theatre. "I've got to go, Van," he said with regret, his tone telling Van that hanging up on his boyfriend was the last thing Jake wanted to do.
"OK," Van replied slowly, trying to prolong the conversation for as long as possible. "Well… break a leg then. I'll be thinking about you. I love you," Van almost whispered the last word, his voice beginning to break.
"Thanks. I'll talk to you later, baby. I love you too," Jake whispered back and felt his heartbreaking a little as he ended the call.
For several long minutes, Van gripped his now silent phone and stared at the image of Jake, paused in mid-sentence on his laptop before he reached an abrupt decision. He stretched forward to open a new tab and pulled up flight times to the East Coast for the next day; hoping against hope that somehow he could pull off a round-trip to see Jake and get back to LA in time for his auditions on Wednesday…
…
"Damn stupid fucking flight delays! Damn stupid traffic!" Van muttered darkly to himself as he sat in the back of a taxi that was going nowhere fast and they were still blocks from the theatre.
He’d hoped to surprise Jake by appearing unannounced at the theatre in time to see Monday night’s production after he'd caught a flight earlier that day. But fate had conspired against him after he'd met with delay upon delay and now, according to his watch, the play would be all but over.
A flash of anger spiked in Van at the impossible situation. "I'll just walk from here!" He leaned forward, trying to keep the annoyance from his voice, as he paid the fare before he grabbed his overnight bag and reached for the door.
He hurried the rest of the way to the theatre, finally turning the last corner and heading toward the stage door in the hope of catching Jake after the performance.
His foul mood lifted instantly the minute he saw the tall and unmistakable figure of his boyfriend standing on the sidewalk and signing autographs for a group of fans, some of whom Van recognised instantly from previous fan events.
Van strode over, approaching Jake and the group around him from the side; just out of the line of vision while he was finishing up signing one woman's playbill.
"Can you sign this for me, dude." Van tried to keep the chuckle from his voice as he thrust his airline ticket stub toward Jake. Van’s words were followed by gasps of delighted surprise from the fans around Jake, at seeing their two favourite actors together again.
"Van!" Jake looked up in surprise at the sound of the unmistakable voice he knew so well. "You're here?!" he said incredulously but didn't wait for an answer before he pulled Van into a long embrace. An embrace that stayed just this side of friendship because their relationship wasn't public knowledge yet and this wasn't the time or the place… both of them had agreed that they weren't ready to take that step just yet.
They pulled reluctantly away and stood for a moment just looking at each other before Van was the first to break the silence. "Well… I was trying to see this play that I've heard so much about but I guess the airline had other ideas," Van gave Jake a lopsided grin and shrugged his shoulders as his annoyance at the day’s delays began to melt away now that he was finally here with Jake.
"Man! I'm so sorry." Jake's heart went out to Van as he felt an intense disappointment that Van hadn't been able to see the play, especially after he'd made such an effort to get here. Van shrugged again and smiled at Jake as he looked into the crystal blue, silently telling him that it was OK and that Jake could make it up to him later.
For the next 10 minutes or so, they stood talking and signing things for the people gathered around them. Van was content for the most part to stand back and watch proudly on as Jake answered questions and chatted about the play, before they said their goodbyes and headed off to hail a cab…
…
"I should be doing this for you," Jake murmured as he sat, lengthwise along his couch, with his long legs stretched out in front of him and Van tucked in behind him, as his boyfriend worked his talented fingers into the knotted muscles of Jake's neck and shoulders. "I'm not the one who's flown all the way across the country."
"It's OK… I want to. Besides it feels like you need it more than I do," Van replied as he gently pushed Jake's head further forward to get better access to his neck muscles.
"Mmmm! That feels so good, Van. Just there!" Jake breathed out and shuddered a little as Van worked on a particularly tight muscle. Jake could barely keep his eyes open; his tiredness, the closeness and warmth of Van behind him and the rhythmic motion of the massage were lulling him to sleep.
Jake's low moans in that rumbling baritone of his and the long expanse of neck in front of him sent electric pulses of arousal straight to Van’s cock and suddenly he wanted nothing more than to step this up a notch. "You like that, eh?" he murmured seductively as he leaned forward and placed a kiss to the base of Jake's neck. At the same time he moved his hands down his boyfriend's broad back to slip around his waist and under the hem of his T-shirt, fingers scratching in the dusting of hair that led down under Jake's waistband.
"Hell yes!" Jake squirmed under Van's touch and backed further into the V of his boyfriend's legs, feeling Van’s hardening length pressing against him through the rough material of their jeans.
Van licked a hot moist strip up the back of Jake's neck. "When were you going to tell me, Jake?" he breathed hotly against Jake's skin.
"Huh?" Jake asked vaguely, his brain valiantly trying to concentrate on what Van was asking him instead of concentrating on what Van was doing to him, as he desperately tried to remember if there was something important he should have told his boyfriend. "Tell you what?" He gave up; it was a losing battle anyway!
Van linked his fingers together over Jake's stomach and squeezed a little as he smirked against Jake's neck. "When's he due?"
"What?! What are you talking about, Van?!" he asked in confusion as he tried to make sense of Van's words.
When Van's chuckle rumbled against Jake's back, it suddenly hit Jake what he was talking about as he remembered the last part of Damon's interview.
Jake shook his head, his own chuckle rising up from his chest. "Sorry to disappoint… it's just all the lasagna you keep feeding me. Perhaps we should try harder!" he said, his voice dropping to its seductive lowest as he inched further back into Van’s groin and slowly traced his palms along the hard muscle of Van's thighs, squeezing gently before working his way back to reach and cup his hands around his boyfriend's ass, pulling him closer.
"Try harder?! I like the sound of that!" Van replied as he deftly slipped his fingers further down to unbutton and unzip Jake's jeans. He delved eagerly under the waistband of Jake's black boxer briefs to finally wrap around the growing velvet hardness of Jake's cock.
"Van… feels so good!" Jake breathed out huskily as he rocked his hips in time to Van’s strokes up and down his length, desperate to increase the delicious friction. God! He’d missed this… missed them.
"Turn around," Van commanded breathlessly as Jake's movement was rubbing against his jean covered groin, making him desperate for more.
But Jake had other ideas as the need and want of now… right now… consumed him and he stood, smirking lustfully at the whine of loss of contact that escaped Van’s lips. He turned to face Van and swiftly toed off his shoes, pushing down and stepping out of his jeans and boxers briefs in one fluid motion.
Van nodded toward his overnight bag where it lay discarded and forgotten on the floor as Jake arched a questioning eyebrow at him. He unzipped his jeans and reached in to pull himself out through the opening and started to work his fingers up and down his own length as he watched Jake search for the lube in his bag.
"Got it!" Jake exclaimed before his breath hitched in his throat as he turned back to face Van and saw that he had slid further down the couch to lie flat with his head pressed back against the arm, his lips parted erotically and his hazel eyes tracking Jake's every movement… all the time stroking his cock.
"Come here." Van reached out a hand toward Jake, interlocking their fingers and pulling him closer and Jake could tell in the hazel hue just how much Van needed this re-connection too.
Jake didn't need asking twice and he slipped back onto the couch, straddling Van’s thighs, feeling the rough material of his boyfriend's jeans rubbing sensually against his naked skin.
"Need you… want you," Jake whispered breathlessly as he leaned forward to capture Van’s supple lips in his, eagerly demanding entrance with a slide of his tongue.
Jake reluctantly released Van’s lips and sat back on his heels before lifting up to prepare himself expertly a finger at a time. He locked eyes with Van and saw him watching with lust blown pupils, like this was the most amazing, beautiful and erotic thing he had ever seen in his life. Fuck! Sex with this man would never… ever get old!
With a whimper of anticipation Jake eased himself further up onto his knees before sinking slowly and gratefully down onto Van’s length. Closing his eyes against the burn of intrusion, he felt Van’s hands reach out and touch him, one slowly stroking him and the other slipping up under the hem of his shirt and tracing up over his abdomen toward his chest, to seek out and tease his nipples.
"So beautiful!" Van's huskily spoken words made Jake open his eyes and look down at his boyfriend. He remembered the first time they had connected like this. He remembered the burn, the stretch and the fullness of Van and how he had thought that he wouldn’t be able to take it… that is until Van’s perfect cock had brushed against that super-sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside him and sent wave after wave of indescribable pleasure surging through him… and he had never looked back.
As he watched Van hungrily lick his full and sensuous lips, he realised that he’d come to crave this feeling of Van inside him and decided that he liked this position best. Not only could he feel more of Van inside him but he got to see the ecstasy on Van's face when he came; head thrown back, eyes half-lidded, moist lips parted and his long hair perfectly framing his face. Fuck! Who was he kidding?! Any which way with Van was just perfect!
That mental image of a sated Van fuelled the urgency in Jake and he began to move, slowly at first as he readjusted to Van's girth, building to a needy rhythm which had his heavy and leaking cock bouncing in time, jutting out proudly from beneath the hem of his T-shirt.
Van took his cue from Jake and was soon rocking his hips upwards to meet his boyfriend's downward movement. He knew that they weren't going to last long… they never did when they first reconnected after prolonged periods of time apart. This was about finding each other again… the slow and easy would come later.
"Vaaan… so close… need to," Jake whimpered, desperate for release. His hands came to rest on Van's chest and realised with surprise that Van still had his shirt on. "Off… now!" he demanded as he carelessly ripped open the shirt, sending buttons skittering haphazardly across the room before running his fingers through Van's chest hair.
The feeling of Van deep inside him, the friction of the rough denim against his ass and the sensual softness of hair against his fingers and palms were too much for Jake to take and his climax built within him, surging his release over his boyfriend's abdomen and chest.
"Jesus… Jake!" Van panted as the sight of his boyfriend's head flung back in the throes of his lustful release and the feeling of Jake's muscles contracting around him had him eagerly following Jake to his own climax.
"Wow!" he breathed out as he pulled Jake down against him into a sated embrace, their chests heaving against each other. "I think you owe me a shirt!"
Shirt?! How could Van think of shirts at a time like this! "You can wear one of mine," Jake chuckled breathlessly against the side of Van's sweat damped neck, deciding he quite liked the idea of Van wearing his clothes… kind of like he was claiming Van as his own… an unspoken claim that only they knew the relevance of.
"Mmmhh! Only if it's the blue one!" Van agreed with a chuckle, quite liking the idea himself.
"We should…" he reluctantly began as he gently pulled out, thoughts of a quick shower and bed… snuggled up in a blanket of Jake foremost in his mind.
"No… wait…. just a little bit longer," Jake pleaded as he reached up to pull his T-shirt over his head and clean them up as best he could; wanting to stay close like this for just a little bit longer… trying not to think of when Van would need to leave again.
Van just nodded and silently pulled Jake closer to him, knowing exactly how he felt. He closed his eyes as he felt the first pull of sleep creeping over his sated body and thought with contentment that it didn't matter whether they were here on the East Coast or out there in LA… or anywhere in between… just as long as Jake was with him… because Jake was his home… Jake was where his heart was.
The End
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