Imaginary Friend

The steam was making it hard to breathe, it was so thick. With Abel cleaned of all foreign residue and his skin beginning to prune, Jacob sadly realized he should get his newborn lover out of the water and dried off. Maybe put him in some clothes.

Suddenly excited by the prospect of playing dress-up with the normally nude male, Jacob grinned. Yes, it was a little childish, but when you have the chance to show the person you love the whole world through new eyes, then it can make someone a little gleeful.

“Abel,” He called softly, bringing his love out of the physical trance he was in. When those brown eyes opened hazily, he spoke again. “I'm going to turn the water off and then we'll get out, okay? I'll get us dry and then...Well...We can take it from there, okay?”

Abel smiled faintly, still obviously drunk on sensation. “You don't have to keep asking me...if it's okay. I will do whatever you want me to.”

That wasn't fair. Not fair at all. To say something so...trusting and vulnerable and...helplessly arousing. Jacob was struck by the sudden intense desire to see just how far he could go to test Abel's sweet claim. His normally docile sexual self was suddenly thrashing inside his mind, desperate to claim the one pressed so enticingly against him.

But, it was too soon. When even the simplest touch sent Abel into a fit of extreme sensory overload, even a finger slipped between those soft cheeks could cause hurt. That was the last thing he ever wanted.

Instead of shoving Abel up against the tiled wall, Jacob leaned forward and shut off the water, leaving them standing there dripping wet.

Instead of dropping to his knees and taking Abel's cock in his mouth and sucking him off, he grabbed a large fluffy towel from the rack near the door and quickly dried himself off with one hand, the other still helping Abel to stand.

Instead of throwing Abel over his shoulder and taking him off to his room to ravage, he brought the still fluffy towel to Abel's skin, carefully patting it over his skin and watching his face for any sign of discomfort.

With each light pat, Abel flinched, but not from obvious pain, just surprise at the feel. Like he was getting little jolts with each soft touch. Jacob couldn't stop grinning, especially when he brought the towel lower and started drying Abel's abdomen. The resulting involuntary clenching of those stomach muscles made Jacob snicker.

Abel was clinging to the arm Jacob held him up with, his eyes wide and mouth set in a surprised 'O' shape of disbelief.

“What's wrong?” Jacob asked, trying to keep from laughing.

“It...It's odd.” Abel managed, eyes riveted to the towel pulling water droplets from his skin. “The water...is touching me.”

Behind a snicker, Jacob asked, “What do you mean?”

“Nothing's ever...touched me. It always missed me.”

Jacob snickered again, fighting the giggles. “It missed you?” But then he realized what Abel meant. How nothing ever stuck to him, how even Jacob's semen couldn't touch him. The sight of something actually adhering to his body must have been spellbinding.

And of course, the downy-softness of the towel must have felt nice too.

“Have you ever used a towel, Abel?” He whispered, brushing it lightly over the male's hips and watching him tremble.

Abel gasped, and clutched tighter to Jacob's offered arm. “No!” Another quiver. “I've never used anything!”

Jacob paused. That didn't make sense. “I'm sorry, Abel. I don't know what that means.”

With obvious effort, Abel tried to speak. “I...I never f-felt things before. All...All I could t-touch was you.”

“What?”

“Everything was...” He shuddered, hips shying away when Jacob inadvertently pressed too hard to him. “I couldn't touch anything! Only your skin, your flesh, your-” He broke off with a ragged gasp.

Jacob stepped back, allowing the other some relief. “Really? But...what about that guy you hit?”

Abel opened his eyes again, somewhat blurry from too much touching. “I don't know about that. I've never been able to before, and then after him, it was still only you.” There was a pause, then, “And I couldn't feel him either. Only move him, but he felt like nothing.”

The realization hit Jacob like a lightning bolt. “That's why you were always touching me!” It all made perfect sense. If he'd been the only thing Abel could ever touch and feel, no wonder he was no so sensitive. Though...did that mean he'd been the only thing Abel had ever heard? Or seen? Was that why his vision and hearing were so sensitive too? “Abel, could you see other things than just me? And hear other things than just my voice?”

Abel seemed to think for a moment. “Yes, but, it was all different before. It was all softer. Kind of...pale. Pale sounding and pale looking.” Those eyes swiveled to Jacob's, piercing suddenly. “And you always felt so good to me, but now...You feel like just being near you, I could release.” A blush and averting of those eyes. “Like I did before.”

Jacob sighed. Not fair at all.

He knelt and quickly, though even more softly now, dried Abel's legs and feet, standing once finished. As he moved to hang the wet towel, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, darkened though the room was. Another idea had him excited again.

“Abel, have you ever seen yourself?”

Abel blinked at him, seeming to think. “I...could look down upon myself, or glance at my limbs. Is that what you mean?”

“No,” Jacob shook his head. “I mean, have you seen your face?”

“My...face?” Abel raised a hand to his face, lightly touching his cheek. “...I...No. I am not visi-” He cut off suddenly, eyes going wide. “No!” His voice frantic suddenly. “It's not true!”

Jacob gripped the other's arms, trying to still the increasingly agitated male. “What's wrong?”

“It's not true!” Abel cried again, thrashing and wincing when Jacob tightened his grip.

“Abel, stop! What's wrong?”

At once, Abel grew still, slumping forward into Jacob's body and breathing heavily. “Please do not lie to me...” He pleaded softly, bringing his fingers up to clutch at Jacob's shoulders.

“I'd never lie to you, Abel, I already said I wouldn't. Trust me. Tell me why you're upset. Did I say something wrong?”

Abel sobbed, sniffling and burrowing deeper into Jacob's chest. “Am I...Do I have a face?”

Jacob laughed once, accidentally, then grimaced because of it. “Sorry. I wasn't laughing at you, I just...I'm relieved it's only something like that.” He sighed, smoothing his palms down his lover's still-moist back. “Of course you have a face.” One hand he brought up to lift Abel's chin, peering down into those dark brown eyes. “You have a lovely mouth and nose and dimples just like me.” He smiled, showing his own. “You have two dark brown eyes and thick eyelashes, and such thick dark hair.”

Abel sobbed again. “But...You can see me? Can I see me?”

“Yes, I can see you. And if you want to see yourself, I can show you in the mirror.”

“But...I've stood in front of the mirror before, when you did, and I've never been there...” Abel choked out, breath hiccuping out. “I won't be there!”

Jacob traced the fingers of the hand still on Abel's chin, upwards toward all the features he'd just described. “Yes, you will. And I'll stand with you. Behind you, and we'll both be there. You'll be able to see yourself. Come on, come with me.”

“No...” Abel whined, clinging tight to Jacob's shoulders, fingers digging into his skin and that unsteady body shaking hard.

“Why not?” Jacob murmured, not wanting to force Abel if he didn't want to. “Don't you want to see what you look like?”

“No.” Came his soft trembling reply.

“Are you really afraid you won't be there?”

Instead of answering, Abel tried to burrow closer as he shook his head, his skin sliding over Jacob's still-wet flesh and sticking where the moisture had already partially dried. It produced the nicest suction between their bodies, eliciting a somewhat confused gasp from Abel's lips.

Jacob glanced down and saw his newborn lover looking perplexed, his cheeks dusted with a rosy blush and his lips trembling as his breathing started to speed up. “You okay?”

Abel shook his head again, slowly pushing up against where he was held in Jacob's arms, and he gasped again, almost like another sob, before relaxing and making the most tortured sound in his throat.

“Abel?” He tried again, gently petting down over his lover's sides and trying to calm him. Maybe Abel was having a panic attack? Jacob felt bad for pressing the subject.

But his soothing touches only produced more gasping and whining, and Abel shuddered once more, body swaying into his. “I feel weird again...It hurts!”

Then Jacob felt it.

Pressing urgently into his thigh. Abel had another erection. Quite hard and pulsing so much, that Jacob could keep time with his heartbeat. That certainly had been quick to form. Not that Jacob minded.

Abel kept making pained noises in his throat and writhing up against him, that hardness digging harder still into Jacob's thigh. And he realized that as with everything else, poor Abel was probably quite overwhelmed with arousal.

Before, in the shower, Abel had orgasmed immediately, and probably hadn't felt too much build-up. And already his stamina had increased. At least he wasn't coming so soon again.

Jacob felt a little bit mischievous then, and he smiled almost too wide. Perhaps now was the perfect time to test his lover's new limits. “My poor Abel...Would you like me to make that better?”

Abel nodded vehemently against his neck, still squirming.

Carefully, so as not to set off another quick release, Jacob pulled away, watching Abel's face contort fearfully as he moved.

“No no, it's okay. I'm right here, just, slowly, walk with me.” Shuffling backwards, Jacob led Abel out of the dim bathroom and into the even dimmer bedroom. The hallway light was still on and gave the room a soft glow, enough so to let Jacob guide Abel to the bed. “Now lie down, but carefully. Don't touch your front, okay?”

“Why?!” Cried Abel, as he sat down on the bed as if it were a land mine. “What's wrong with me?!” He was glancing down at his front fearfully. Jacob?!”

Jacob didn't like the abject terror in the voice, he didn't want to be cruel, so he quickly knelt in front of the brunette, shushing him and giving him a comforting smile. “Shh, shh, it's alright. Nothing's wrong. I want to touch you and make you feel good, okay?”

Abel's tension eased somewhat and he breathed deep, swallowing and looking bashful. “Make me feel good?”

Jacob nodded and smiled again. Now it was his turn to be the hands.

TO BE CONTINUED