Imaginary Friend

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Jacob woke to a dark room, and he rolled into a sitting position, disoriented. It took him a minute to realize he wasn't on the couch anymore, and Abel wasn't lounged on top of him, fitted comfortably into his side. Though he did realize that he was sticky with dried sweat and the crusty remains of his own seed from what Abel hadn't caught in his mouth.

The reminder made him flush lazily, a slow heat curling through him and making him feel like giggling. But another feeling had him groping for the edge of the bed and swinging his legs over to the floor to stand on tired legs. His body ached with the faint burn of used muscles and he wanted nothing more than to lay back down, but he had something else to take care of.

Shuffling out into the hallway, he felt along the wall towards the bathroom, not even flicking on the light as he made his way to the toilet. Too many nights had he woken up with a full bladder or other need, and he could find most everything in his apartment with his eyes closed.

Once he was done, he flushed the toilet and washed his hands, splashing some water onto his face to help wake him up. What time was it anyway? A glance to the digital clock on the shelf by the door showed him it was eight o'clock at night. Him and Abel had fallen asleep around three, so they'd slept a lot. Jeez, Jacob didn't know why he'd been so tired, but after...making out with Abel, he'd just passed out.

It had just felt so good to have Abel over him like a comfortable blanket of arms and legs and hair tickling his chin. And Abel's sudden startling dominance had been good in every way. Jacob flushed again, remembering. Though taking control had been fun for that short time, what he really wanted was Abel in control. Abel worshiping him and making him feel so loved and revered. It was enough to get drunk off of.

And then Abel had taken him in his mouth and...

Oh god, it had been too good. The way he'd made love to him with his mouth. So good...

Speaking off, where was Abel? And anyway, how had Jacob gotten to his bed? He'd dozed off on the comfort of his couch.

Had Able carried him to his bed? Without waking him? Abel was shorter than Jacob, and smaller too. How had he managed that? And with him just learning how to use his body with new sensations and feelings, how had he possibly done that?

But it was the only explanation and Jacob smiled again, proud of his lover. Becoming self-sufficient so quickly. If it had been Jacob becoming visible like Abel's ordeal, he'd have been doomed. Absolutely helpless but unable to learn anything like Abel could. He was sure of it.

But all that didn't change the fact that Jacob still didn't know where Abel was at the moment. He groped along the bathroom door and ambled out into the hallways again, fingers lightly trailing along the wall. There was a faint light coming from the living room, and Jacob blinked, surprised. Abel had turned on a light?

All by himself?

He crept closer to the door of the room, striving to be quiet. There was no sound at all, though a vague shadow stretched out through the archway into the hallway. Peeking into the lighted area, Jacob saw the strangest thing.

Abel was in the middle of the room, still in the baggy clothes Jacob had given him to wear, and he was just standing, doing...nothing.

He was standing there, silent and still, staring at the remote to the T.V. For five whole minutes, Abel just stood there, and Jacob just stared at him. What was Abel doing? Did he want to watch television? Was that it?

Maybe he was disappointed that he hadn't been able to watch it longer earlier. Did he regret their...physical activities? Or maybe he'd wished to watch something on his own and hadn't been brave enough to ask Jacob for the remote.

But Jacob would have given to him, most definitely. He'd have let Abel watch whatever he wanted to. What did Abel even think of T.V.? He'd never had the ability to watch it on his own, so he'd watched whatever Jacob watched, to be sure. But now that he had the choice, would he know how to take it?

Was the reason Abel had woken on his own and come to the living room?

But...Jacob might be looking too deeply into this. There was probably a much simpler reason.

As if reading his thoughts, Abel suddenly moved, stepping close to the remote and reaching out for it, hand shaking slightly in the air. Slowly, so slowly, it inched closer to the remote, then, a mere centimeter away, Abel halted, taking a deep deep breath and then snatching at the small plastic device like it was going to scamper away.

The moment seemed much more momentous than it actually was. But Jacob knew what he was seeing. Abel had made the conscious decision to pick up something of his own choice and free will, and he'd done it. Just achieved his goal.

Jeez, if it'd taken him that long to just pick up the remote, then how long had it taken him to turn the light on?

Abel obviously wasn't done as he put the remote back down cautiously, and then moved on to another side of the room. Jacob watched him pick a new target, the magazine near the recliner, and do the same thing. Wait and study, though this time it didn't take nearly as long as with the remote before Abel finally picked it up.

Abel was...He must be...Methodically and hopefully, Abel was affecting his own environment. Changing things around with his own choice to do so, and the new ability to do it. To Jacob, Abel's hesitance must stem from his uncertainty about whether he'd actually touch things. He still was expecting to be the same as before and not have any choice of movement. Or any choice of his surroundings.

Jacob had the fleeting worry that Abel might choose to go off on his own now that there was nothing to tether them to one another. But, that didn't really have any real grounding. Abel's sheer devotion alone proved that he'd never want to be without Jacob, and Jacob himself didn't have to worry that Abel would stop loving him. Because...Well...Abel already knew him. Knew all of him. And accepted all of it.

There was a sudden cacophony of noise as Abel quick-stepped to the couch and began yanking the pillows and cushions off of it, throwing them to the floor. After they were all on the floor, he picked them up one by one and walked to various places in the room to put the pillow gently down. On a chair or by the television, and one he even put on the bookshelf. Once that was done, he gathered all the pillows and cushions back up and brought them all back to the couch, setting them up exactly as they'd been before.

Jacob watched, fascinated by this unintentionally public display of discovery.

He did this about 5 times, putting the items in different positions each time, and then finally, ending it by throwing all of it to the floor once more and softly kicking them around, like a kid walking through a pile of leaves. Finally, he placed them all immaculately back onto the couch, in their original positions. Even the blanket was put back as well as it could. Jacob wouldn't have noticed any difference if he hadn't seen this display.

But Abel wasn't done.

Next, he moved onto the bookshelf, and he began picking up all of Jacob's books, and moving them around the room. Again they were put in various places. Since there were more books than there had been pillows, this took longer, but Abel still did it multiple times, spending a good hour doing this and only this, moving and replacing, positioning and changing. Over and over, til he was finally done with the books, and then he put them all back.

Again, everything returned to it's original place. Perfectly.

Jacob was too busy being impressed to notice what Abel started to do next, but he almost choked when Abel started taking off his skirt, struggling briefly with it over his head and getting caught in one of the sleeves, but then he was fine and able to get out.

Then he began to take off his pants, and now naked, he stood in the living room, examining his body. Slowly and methodically, he began to move each limb, up and down, one arm rotating in the air, then next he'd stop and instead lift his leg. He'd wiggle his foot around, an intense look of concentration on his face making him look somewhat fierce. Then each of his fingers. Then his toes. And his hands roved up and down his stomach and body, not sexually, but testing.

He seemed to be checking what part of his body elicited a certain feel. To seemingly prove Jacob's unspoken theory, Abel suddenly pinched himself, and made a soft peep of surprise at the pain. A frown made him look so dejected, and Jacob had to fight to keep from entering the room and hugging him.

But he stayed back.

Abel continued to explore, avoiding his genitals, most likely because he already knew what that area felt like, thanks to Jacob. His hands stroked, pet, pinched, clawed, and poked various places on himself, and then he seemed satisfied, because he attempted to get dressed again.

There were a few issues, small and insignificant, like Abel sticking his arms through the neckhole of his shirt, but other than that, Abel managed to put all his clothes back on properly.

Clothed again, he stood still once more, seeming at a loss for what to do next.

But then, as if a light bulb suddenly went on above his head, Abel snapped his head up and stared at the mirror on the far wall. A small rectangular mirror, that only showed from the waist up. Abel approached it cautiously, fear and despair evident in each step he took closer, but he came before it, and Jacob could see from the shadows of the hallway, Abel's face. Eyes closed.

A small part of Jacob felt sort of left out for not being involved in this with Abel. For Abel's apparent need to be alone while he did this. But the rest of Jacob was just proud. And relieved to at least be involved by secretive spying. Abel wouldn't mind, Jacob was sure of it. But he stayed hidden, so Abel could continue his explorations of himself without interruption.

Abel faced the mirror frightfully, eyes clenched shut tight. For the longest moments, they remained closed. But Jacob expected, like with everything else so far, for Abel to just leap over the edge and take the risk.

Sure enough, Abel's eyes flew open, and there was a silence thick enough to feel. Jacob's watched Abel's first glimpse of himself, his beautiful face expanding in sudden awe and shock, those brown eyes going wide and that lovely mouth opening to gasp softly.

Abel looked at himself, devouring his own image and reaching up to press him fingers to the glass, perhaps to make sure it was really himself he was seeing. When his fingers met their reflection, Abel let out a rush of air and stepped closer. Then very faintly, a bare whisper that Jacob almost missed, Abel spoke.

“Look. There I am, Jacob.”

Jacob felt his breath catch and he had to bite his lip to keep silent. Even when he wasn't there, Abel still reacted to him. Here he was speaking as if Jacob were in the room. Speaking tremulously and voice full of hopeful satisfaction.

It was beautiful. And made Jacob fall just a little more in love with this new Abel.

Still gazing at himself, Abel began to play with his face, using his free hand to reach up and poke at his cheeks and lips and nose. He shifted back the corner of his mouth, and pulled an eyebrow up, then squashed his nose down, making faces and being playful. Then he smiled at the oddness of himself.

And his gaze zeroed in on that. Abel smiled wider, and Jacob watched his lips move in an unspoken word.

Happy, he'd mouthed.

Then Abel closed his eyes and changed his expression to a frown, popping his eyes open again to study what he'd just made.

Again, he mouthed a word. Sad.

By using the facial movements he remembered making before, Abel was recreating expressions, trying to figure out what feeling his lips be down-turned meant.

If he hadn't woken to use the bathroom, Jacob would have missed this. Thank god for bodily functions. He hadn't even gone since this morning, and that had been a botch attempt. Going in front of Abel's avid gaze had been difficult, and he hadn't been able to finish.

Would Abel need to go soon, he wondered suddenly. Would Abel even know how to go?

No, definitely not.

Jacob would have to teach him how. How to do both. Damn. And he didn't even feel comfortable being the one who went, let alone being with the one who went.

Jacob sighed heavily, stepping into the room and watching as Abel spun towards him with wide eyes at his appearance.

This was going to be interesting.

But Abel turned away again and faced the mirror, studying his expression at seeing Jacob, then he turned back and announced, “I am surprised!” He pointed to his face. “This means surprised.”

And Jacob just cracked up. “Abel!” He snickered, holding his stomach as he shook. “You are just too...too...” There weren't even any words to explain him. Jacob just laughed, until he managed to calm down, but still fighting giggles, he said, “Don't distract me. We have to talk.”

“Talk?”

Jacob came up to Abel and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “You need to learn how to use the bathroom.”

Abel looked about to protest, but then he paused. “I figured.”

Nodding, Jacob tried to give a reassuring smile. “It shouldn't be...too difficult.”

Oh dear, he really hoped it wasn't. Let Abel be a quick learner with this like everything else.

Please.


TO BE CONTINUED