Crawling Into Bed With
Malcolm Jenner
Of Loving Jacob
*crawls
across king size bed and settles against pile of pillows* Wow… nice. So, Malcolm, let's get the important things taken
care of first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
The sheets are
cotton. Silk is frivolous and
impractical.
So?
I’m a little frivolous and impractical myself.
(So lawyerly, he is!) It's okay though, I find both to be sexy. Speaking
of sexy, what are you wearing?
I’m wearing
blue cotton pajama pants and my reading glasses. We are going to be reading, aren't we?
Sure. We can get to that in just a second. What are
we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
*smirks* I have a delightful cherry pastry from the
German Bakery down the street. It's
Jacob's favorite. It's a trifle sticky
and sweet…
*eye
roll* Why do they always bring up their boyfriends? *raises hands* No touching,
honest...If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
Not much. Glasses, books…
*Raises
brow* What? No sexy toys? No handcuffs, or silky ropes, or cock rings?
Really? Okay! No need to scowl! Let's see… umm. Do you roll
up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?
Please. The blankets drape across me perfectly.
Of
course they do. They wouldn't dare do
otherwise, would they? Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
No. Only one man gets to warm himself on me. Ahh...
there he is. Jake, how about tossing our friend here a pair of socks for his
feet?
Oh,
fine. Socks it is. *broad grin* Hey…
does this mean I get to be in the middle? Whoa- just kidding guys! *edges over the very far right* I'll just
cling to the edge of the bed here while you two get comfortable. What are we reading?
We're reading
Loving Jacob, the story of how I met and lost the man of my dreams.
Oh, wow. That sounds like a tear jerker. Is there at least a happy ending?
Let's find out,
shall we?
Excerpt: Prologue
Loving
Jacob
Prologue
Malcolm Jenner
kept one eye on the silent, dark-haired man standing at the rear of the room as
he made his way toward the glass door leading to the riotous explosion of color
that was Penny's garden. Jacob didn't look like he was doing very well. Against
the smooth blue paint of the walls his face was pale, his violet eyes red-rimmed
and damp-looking. Disarrayed dark curls testified to the fact that he'd been
running his fingers through them, a habit that Malcolm remembered well from their
time together. Malcolm had no intention of allowing Jacob to leave the
reception until he'd spoken to him, but the other man did a very creditable job
of keeping people between them and avoiding eye contact with Malcolm.
Malcolm eased his
way around the room, dodging chatting guests in their wedding finery and
caterers in black pants and white shirts alike, moving ever closer to his
target. He'd engaged his brother Rick, the neurosurgeon, to capture Jacob's
attention and unobtrusively lead him to the patio doors, where they now stood
engaged in conversation. Rick now watched Malcolm's approach and attempted to
keep Jacob from doing the same.
He slipped behind
the other two and reached out to grasp Rick's hand in a quick shake. "Thanks,
Rick, I'll take him from here."
Jacob whirled
around, dark curls scattering. He raised his face, and Malcolm's heart ached at
the pain in those violet eyes. He extended a slightly shaky tanned hand to
brush the hair away from Jacob's forehead, but pulled it back quickly when
Jacob flinched visibly.
"Jake, baby,
I'm so sorry. I know how hard it must be to be here without Peter. Come outside
and talk..." He broke off as Jacob began shaking his head.
"No. No, I
can't be around you right now. Don't want to talk to you, Malcolm." Tears
leaked in a tiny silvery stream from Jacob's eyes, and his slightly muscled
frame appeared to vibrate, he held himself so tensely. The slender hands that
had once stroked his flesh with urgent need rose to push him away, then run
again through the overly long black curls nearly touching his shoulders.
Malcolm wanted to embrace the other man, to absorb all the hurt this day had
brought his beloved, and replace it with warmth and security.
"I have to
talk to you. There are things you need to know; things we need to discuss."
Malcolm's heart broke for many reasons: to see the desolation on Jacob's face,
not least because he knew that deep inside he actually felt a glimmer of
happiness that Jacob was unattached again. He knew it had to be difficult for Jacob
to be here, surrounded by Peter's family at his sister's wedding. He had a
distinctly uncharitable wish that some of the obvious sorrow and anxiety Jacob
so clearly felt was on his behalf.
"Not today,
Malcolm. Today is for Peter, his family and friends." Jacob didn't seem
like he could handle much more stress on top of the wedding, and Malcolm was
willing to wait; he had, after all, been waiting for Peter and Jacob to end
their relationship for the past five years, hadn't he? He had been highly
skeptical that it would even last that long, had been positive that Jacob's
relationship with Peter had been a deliberate attempt to hurt himself. He
frowned. He hadn't ever wished for Peter's death, though. The traffic accident
the previous year that had taken Peter's life had been traumatic for Jacob, and
he'd wished fervently that he could be there to help the other man through the
devastation of the loss. Loss was something he had felt fully capable of
dealing with.
"I was
surprised. Penny and I both were, that you accepted the invitation. We
appreciated your coming." Especially
since it gave me the chance to be here with you, to establish contact again.
"Of course I
came. This is about family. Peter would have wanted me to come. Family was
everything to him. Penny practically raised him, you know, after their parents
died." Jacob's confidence that he was doing the right thing showed in his
steady voice.
Malcolm understood
that, too. How could he not? For so many years family duty and responsibility
had been his guiding force. Every decision he'd made had been considered from
their perspective. What would his father, the neurosurgeon, think? What would
his mother, the society wife, have to say? How would their society friends and
neighbors view his actions? Since he'd married Penny twenty years ago, her
brother Peter had been a part of his family. At one time, he'd considered his
responsibilities to his family more important than even this man before him
today. That time had passed, though it had taken a boot in the ass from an
unlikely source for him to see it.
"How about if
I come by in the morning with breakfast? Will someone be staying with you? I
don't think you should be alone after this." Attending Peter's sister's
wedding without his husband of five years had been a surprising action on Jacob's
part. He and Penny had fully expected that Jacob would say good riddance to bad
rubbish without a backward glance at his deceased spouse's remaining family.
Hardly a charitable view, but Jacob had plenty of reasons to dislike Penny and
him.
Jacob nodded and
gestured toward a fair-haired man in his midthirties. "Peter's cousin,
James, is staying at the condo with me. He's taking care of things." The
condo he referred to had been Peter's when they first met, and Peter had kept
it as a vacation rental property after moving to Vermont
to teach in the education department at the University of Vermont.
As though sensing
he was the topic of conversation, the blond man turned in their direction, and
seeing Jacob talking to Malcolm, broke off his conversation with the group of
people where he stood and headed in their direction.
"All right,
early tomorrow morning. I'll bring you breakfast from the Black Forest Deli. I
really want to talk to you and clear the air between us." He wanted more
than that, but was unwilling to speak of the want and desire that pulsed
through him in the blond man's presence. Mentioning the gooey cherry stollen from the deli they had
frequented as a couple was a deliberate, and he admitted, slightly underhanded
way of bringing their past to the present. In the months that their affair had
run hot, he had made a habit of gifting Jacob with the sweet treat on lazy
Sunday mornings after long hot nights of steamy sex.
"Excuse me,"
the blond interrupted them. "Jacob is needed in the other room."
Jacob nodded and
took the other man's hand in a white-knuckled grip that didn't escape Malcolm's
notice. Good, Jacob had feelings for him still, even if they weren't the warm
fuzzy kind of feelings he'd once denied wanting from Jacob. That white-knuckled
grip denoted the strength of the feelings involved. Given half a chance, he'd
turn Jacob's hatred into love again. He could battle anything but indifference.
"I'll see you in the morning, Malcolm."
James's blue eyes
burned into Malcolm's. He possessively raised Jacob's hand to press it into the
crook of his arm. Stepping fractionally closer to the younger man, he smiled
disdainfully. "Not too early, Jenner. We need our sleep."
Malcolm followed
the other two men with his eyes as they left the room, locking on that spot
where the two hands clasped together. Fuck. Had Jacob already moved on from
Peter's death? Not again, he vowed. You're coming back to me, where you belong.
He wouldn't take a backseat for another man in Jacob's life ever again. Once
before, that beautiful man had been his, and he would be again. Malcolm had
learned a lot in the last five years, and most of that learning had been done
the hard way.
An attraction
unlike any he'd ever felt for another man in the years before and since, Jacob
still pulsed between them. Just being in the same room with the slight dark-haired
man sent prickles of awareness rushing through his body and thickened his cock
in anticipation. Though he'd tried like hell to deny it, he'd known when he
first set eyes on the younger Jacob, newly hired to work in the technology
department at his office, that they were meant to be together, and this time
out he would do anything and everything in his power to guarantee that outcome.
He'd made the mistake once before of putting another's needs before his love's,
of believing that only he could direct their future. The duty and
responsibility that his parents had drummed into him from birth to carry on the
family name had been fulfilled. The price it had cost him had been more than he
would have willingly paid if he'd been aware of the consequences of honoring
his family name above all others.
So yeah, he'd
bring up the past any chance he got, remind Jacob as often as possible how good
things had been between them from the start.
"I see you're
dressed for the weather as always, Morgan." Jason's voice was husky,
hesitant.
