Imaginary Friend

With Abel sitting there on the bed, legs spread and hips arched slightly forward, away from his body, Jacob could only stare. On his knees in between those quivering thighs, he let his eyes rove over his lover's form. Patches of moisture gleamed in the soft light from the hall, highlighting the pointed planes of Abel's body.

As slow as he could manage in his aroused state, Jacob scooted forward on his knees, hands gently cupping Abel's shoulders and pushing him backwards. “Lay back on the bed, okay? I mean...Lay back.” He commanded, remembering how Abel had asked him to stop using questions.

True enough, Abel followed Jacob's lead and shifted back, even moving up towards the head of the bed so his legs wouldn't dangle to the floor.

Jacob tracked him, climbing up over his body and kneeling between the other's thighs. Unconsciously, he licked his lips, his mouth almost watering at the sight of Abel submissive and trusting. Those gorgeous brown eyes peered up at him, no fear in them, but a nervous anticipation apparent. Abel truly didn't know what to expect. It was obvious in his confusion with his own lust. It must be another thing he was experiencing differently since his change.

Jacob would have to take this slow.

Fanning his fingers out, he lowered his palms to Abel's hips, landing soundly on them and bracing against the expected abrupt buck of that silken body.

“Oh!” Abel stuttered a gasp and then lay still again, only occasional tremors wracking his frame.

“Shhh...” Jacob soothed, shifting his palms down an inch.

“Ngghn!” Came another halting shout and a rough shiver, Abel's eyes squeezing shut.

Another inch down, creating more shakes and nonsense sounds, and Jacob watch as Abel's skin rose up into goosebumps, all his hairs sticking up and seeming to strain towards his hands. On a whim, he quickly slid his hands down those thighs to Abel's knees, pressing lightly but firmly.

“J-Jacob!” Abel's whole body bucked upwards, his legs kicking out and striking Jacob's side on accident. “I-I'm sorry...” He gasped, eyes wide and unblinking.

Jacob gave him a smile, shaking his head. “Don't worry about it. I shouldn't have moved so fast. Did I startle you?”

Abel shook his head, panting softly. “I felt all tingly where your hands slid.”

“That's good.” A soft caress over those knobby knees, then Jacob leaned forward over Abel's groin. He moved his face close to that urgently needy flesh. “I wonder if I can make you come without even touching you...here.” A light breath of air he blew across Abel's length, watching it jerk from the too-soft sensation.

Abel gasped, choking on a moan and his hands flying down to inadvertently swat at Jacob's head, seemingly trying to push it away.

“It's alright, I won't hurt you...” He reassured softly, his hands inching up over Abel's knees despite the increasing quakes from those slim limbs.

“I..Ah, I know!” Abel yelped, hands still swatting involuntarily and body struggling weakly to get away. “I know!”

Jacob's breath caught in his throat at the sight of his lover so overcome from just being pet. Abel's cock throbbed so hard, Jacob watched it beat, and he made his way up straining thighs, thumbs dipping in to tease the inner more-sensitive flesh.

“Jacob!” Abel whimpered fretfully, finally giving up on trying to push Jacob away and instead grabbing fistfuls of blanket on either side of himself, fingers white with effort. “What-?!”

But Jacob kept sneaking upwards, at the juncture of Abel's thighs and his thumbs lightly tracing up the inside crease of hip and thigh, stroking the flesh framing Abel's testicles, but still not touching them.

“Oh...Uuhhah!” Came a high almost-scream, and Abel convulsed, a thick sound in his throat when Jacob didn't stop his touching.

He leaned close again, higher up, and kissed Abel's abdomen, right above his navel. Then, his fingers lightly tracing little circles where they lay, he kissed a path up to Abel's nipples, taking one rosy bud in his lips and tugging at it gently. Abel quivered beneath him, body taut and seeming almost as if he were trying not to move, but couldn't quite help it. Jacob swirled his tongue over Abel's nipple, leaving a wet circle as he moved away to kiss back down Abel's ribs.

“J...Jacob...I...Uhhah!”

Jacob's cock throbbed between his legs, hanging heavy and ignored, even though he felt dizzy with the need to touch himself. But, nothing could make him remove his fingertips from such tantalizing skin. So smooth and warm and untouched. By anyone but him. That thought made a riotous possessive need swell up inside him, and he felt more in control than he ever had before. It was almost intoxicating. This complete power, the knowledge that he could do whatever he wanted and Abel wouldn't stop him. Couldn't stop him.

But rather than making him want to take, to claim, to possess, he wanted to be given, to become one, to not only possess but be possessed in return. This wasn't one-sided.

“Abel...” He murmured, a slight catch in his voice. Palms up over the other's stomach and then down again, pressing past hip bones and through a faint trail of coarse dark hair and still downwards, closer to the other's length. “I love you.”

Then Abel shook one more time, an urgent cry of sex spilling past his lips and his eyes rolling back in his head, showing white. He came hard, knees drawing up and framing Jacob's hips, unconsciously squeezing as he coated his stomach and Jacob's hands with whiteness.

Abel was still twitching when those knees finally relaxed and fell back to the bed, spread and weak. For long seconds, nothing, then hazy brown eyes opened with difficulty, Abel's face a mix of exhaustion and that sharp edge between pleasure and pain. The muscles in his thighs and stomach were still twitching, along with his cock, which was very red and beginning to soften in it's spreading pool of semen. Some still dripped thickly out of the head, further adding to the generous puddle.

Jacob reached one hand down between his legs and tightly fisted his own aching length, quickly bringing himself to orgasm just from the sight of Abel looking so thoroughly pleasured and covered in his own cum.

“Oh god...Abel!” He cried urgently, welcome relief making his hips buck forward. On one hand he quickly braced himself, to keep from falling atop Abel's recovering form as he emptied himself onto the other's stomach.

A few moments of choked gasping, and then Jacob was falling to his side, careful to not crush any parts of Abel. Panting and shaking, he reached forward his fingers, lightly brushing across a bent elbow and settling atop it, petting lightly.

Beside him, Abel only breathed like his lungs were too small, rapid and close to hyperventilating. But it slowed fractionally at Jacob's touch, eventually growing longer though still shaky. There were some gulping noises and an awkward clearing of the other's throat, like Able was trying to say something.

“That felt so...good.” Abel finally managed, completely slack against the bed and staring up at the ceiling.

Chuckling breathlessly, Jacob only nodded.

“Like,” Abel continued. “Better than...It'd ever been. And when I was hard, it was different too. More...intense, I think. Whenever we made love before, it was good and felt good, but it never made my whole body tremble. I never shook and felt such sharpness from it. And I can still feel it!” He exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air. “All through me, this slowly fading...thing! In the shower, when you said I had orgasmed, it was this sudden spark that made my whole lower half throb and hurt, but this time it wasn't so sudden. It felt like it was building and building and getting stronger and then, bam! I went all numb and hot and I liked it!”

Jacob stared at Abel's overexcited face, a smile forming and a laugh threatening to escape. “You sure are talkative, aren't you?” He murmured affectionately.

But Able froze, arms mid-air then slowly lowered back to the bed. “I'm sorry...” He mumbled, abashed and cheeks staining red.

Aww no, that wasn't what Jacob wanted. He'd only been teasing. Enjoying some playful banter. “Hey,” He whispered apologetically. “I didn't mean you were talking too much. I like hearing you talk, no, wait, I love it.” The fingertips he had resting on Abel's forearm curved, fondly touching and giving a gentle squeeze. “I was just...I was being...playful, you know? Feel free to tease me back. It's what lovers do. When they feel comfortable, I mean...”

“I know what you do with your lovers.” Abel stated softly.

“What I did.” Jacob corrected quickly. “You're my lover now. I mean, we can make up the rules as we go along, I suppose. This isn't a traditional romance anyway,” He chuckled. “So, we don't have to follow traditional roles.”

“I don't like knowing what you do...did, with your lovers.” Abel spoke again, his voice twinged with something dark.

Jacob blinked. “What?”

“When I was how I was before, I didn't mind. I saw you with other men, and didn't care. Because I was there, sharing in your experience and watching you be happy.”

A blush heated Jacob's cheeks at the thought of Abel watching him have sex.

“But, ever since I first touched you. Well... the first time I touched your penis, I've felt different. I couldn't think about you with others. I could only think about you with me. And then you brought that boy home...”

Jacob felt the change in tone more than heard it. The mattress seemed to ripple as Abel's relaxed body suddenly grew tense.

“I got so angry seeing him touching you. Like never before, something hot and mean welled up inside me and I lunged at him before I knew what I was doing. And I touched him. Without feeling him, but still moving him, I made him leave. And...Now, when I think back on your boyfriends...”

The sound that emanated from Abel's throat could only be described as a growl, and Jacob felt a secret thrill on hearing the mutual possessiveness from the until-now quiet male.

“I can't think of them without all my vision getting tight and my chest growing too small for my lungs to be in and I just want to take you away where only I can have you.”

In a small voice, Jacob helped him identify that feeling. “I think that's jealousy...”

“And I also get all tense and restless, like I want to throw that boy out of your apartment all over again.”

“That would be anger.”

Abel was quiet then. “Oh...”

Jacob didn't know what to do. Emotions seemed to be more defined now too. And more thoroughly felt. It seemed to Jacob that all Abel's life, he'd not only been cut off from feeling his surroundings, Jacob excluded of course, but also excluded from feeling emotions at their full power. So not only did Abel now have to learn to put names to all the sensations physically he would now feel, but also all the mental sensations as well.

Turning towards the other, Jacob asked, “Abel, do you feel happy now?”

Abel blinked, seeming to ponder the question, then he tilted his head to the side, dark eyes meeting Jacob's. “Yes. I know happiness. Happiness was when I first touched you, and when you first touched me. And...” He bit his lip, a smile making his dimples appear. “When you named me, I was happy. This feels the same. Not scary or different. Maybe warmer, and it makes me shiver. But I am happy.” A hand laced with Jacob's, squeezing and weaving fingers together. “With you, I am very happy.”

His eyes had closed of their own accord during Abel's heartfelt speech, and Jacob opened them again to discover he was near tears. Relief. Such relief and affection for the other to realize that if nothing else, with all the turmoil still yet to come, at least Abel was happy and knew he was happy.

“Abel,” He whispered, loving how the other's name would leave his lips and vowing to say it as much as possible. “It's late, and after all that, I'm exhausted. Do you want to go to sleep?” A new realization. “Under the sheets, like you never did before?” It was true. Whenever Jacob slept, Abel would always stay on top of the covers, a simple wordless shake of his head when asked to join. Jacob hadn't thought anything of it, but now he understood.

And Abel was thinking again, quiet and brow furrowed. “I would like to lie with you. But...I cannot sleep.”

“Why?” Jacob queried with a sleepy sigh with morphed into a yawn, shifting this way and that to maneuver under his comfy covers. “Not tired yet?”

But Abel just gave him an unreadable look. “I don't sleep. I've never slept before.”

“Oh god, seriously?” Jacob breathed, shocked. “Never? At all? How can you not sleep?”

“I've never needed to. I watch you get tired and then you lay down, and then you're quiet til morning. I watch you.”

“You don't get bored?”

Abel shook his head. “You are never boring to watch.”

“Okay...Well, you're different now, so...You're probably going to sleep.”

Abel didn't question. Didn't disagree or argue. He just smiled and nodded. “Alright. How do I know when I should sleep?”

Jacob thought for a moment, blinking. “Well...We're comfortable in bed and it's nighttime, so now is good.”

Abel laughed softly, a sound that made Jacob feel suddenly all gooey inside, realizing he had never heard it before. “No, I mean what does it feel like?”

Still reeling from the sound of that sweet laugh, Jacob shook himself. “Oh! I thought...Uh, You'll start to feel sleepy, uh...I mean, you're eyes will get...grainy feeling.”

Abel stared at him blankly.

“Uh, that means they'll maybe itch like you'll wanna rub em, and your eyelids will get heavy like you just want to close them. And, your body will start feeling heavy.”

A knowing widening of those brown eyes. “Like in the bath? When there was something crushing me? That's 'heavy', right?”

“Right.” Jacob murmured, moving closer to Abel under the sheet and turning to lay on his back. Abel immediately moved into the nook of his arms and shoulder, laying his head on Jacob's chest. “And you're breathing gets slow and you're brain goes blank. Well, for some. For me it does, I can't think of anything, but you might be different, you might not be able to stop thinking at all. Some of my friends say they usually have the most thoughts right before they fall asleep.” Was there anything else? “I can't think of any other ways to describe it, but that seems adequate. Do you feel any of those things now?”

There was no answer.

Jacob glanced down, and he saw Abel breathing deeply and that mouth open and those eyes closed.

Abel had fallen asleep.

For the first time. Jacob almost didn't want to sleep himself so he could stay up and watch Abel's first slumber. But he had been telling the truth earlier. He was exhausted. Physically and emotionally drained from the past...hour or so, or however long it had been. Nothing but non-stop action since he'd gotten home from work, an invisible lover at his heels. Now, he was going to sleep and sharing his bed with the same lover, but now visible and much more human than before.

With his free hand, Jacob reached up and brushed his fingertips over Abel's cheek and down over a bottom lip, caressing that rosy skin gently.

“Goodnight, Abel.”

Then Jacob fought to keep his eyes open to gaze at his lover's face, but all too soon, sleep claimed him too.


TO BE CONTINUED