Wasn't long and Jake's mother yelled down to him...
"Honey better wash up. Dinner will be pretty soon."
"Thanks. I'm not very hungry."
"Oh, baby, you sure? It is a beautiful roast beef, and cauliflower and all your favorites."
"Yeh, I'm sure. My stomach is a bit queasy but thanks anyway."
"Well, if you need anything holler."
"I will."
The truth is Jake's stomach was beyond queasy. In full revolt might have been more apt, the entire afternoon and not to mention Mister Wonderful Dylan in the midst of it...had taken quite the toll on Jake's equilibrium and his digestive system to say the least.
He wanted to go upstairs to bed and lie down, he wanted to stand where he was and start screaming hysterically (although that might have caused a ruckus), and he wanted to get on a bus and head somewhere, anywhere but here and he simultaneously wanted to throw himself UNDER a bus...moving or not. He wanted to die, to live for real forever from now on (with Dylan), to...
he didn't know what.
Turmoil was the order of the day and he just didn't know anything that seemed to make sense...not at this point and wondered if he ever would again.
He sat down in one of the huge leather overstuffed chairs...perplexed and bewildered and confused. He KNEW he should not have these feelings toward Dylan. He KNEW he never should have had any toward Robbie Williams either, his best friend or was until now and maybe was still but he didn't know that either. Jake didn't know ANYTHING that made any sense.
Then the phone rang, and he grabbed it.
"Hey hot stuff," and Jake almost started crying. It was Dylan. How did he get my phone number he wondered.
"Hey."
"Just wanted to say thanks for today," and Jake sat for a minute virtually numb.
"To you too."
"Hey, the company or so I am told cancelled at the last minute. Ok if I come back and maybe we can have dinner like your mom asked.
"Uh...sure."
Jake started to twitch.
Dylan coming back, and for dinner, and then....?
"Ok, on my way hotstuff," and he hung up.
Jake knew he had to tell his mother Dylan was returning...but was afraid he would lose it in the process...but nothing else to do so he headed upstairs.
"Mom? Dylan is coming back for dinner. Ok?"
"Of course dear. He seems like a really nice boy, doesn't he."
OMG yes, Jake thought. He is the planetary emissary from the planet "WHEW" and on loan from the Beautiful People museum. But said nothing except for...
"Yeh, he really is," which was a gross understatement and he knew it but wasn't quite up to..."OMG YES! HE IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL HUMAN BEING ALIVE," or something apropos like that. Mother would think he had totally lost it and to be fair she would have been right, so instead he headed upstairs to wash up and change and when he got back downstairs found Dylan engaged in rapt conversation with Ann.
"Hmmm. Come and go they do. One minute he is mine and the next lost to my mother. Good God," he thought to himself as Dylan turned to him and smiled big time.
"WOW," Jake thought to himself...and almost fainted.
This was beginning to be a habit...but so be it.
"Hey," Dylan said...turning toward him as he heard Jake approaching and smiled...and then proceeded to walk over to him and wrapped him in a hug. Jake almost fainted...AGAIN. One of these days he thought to himself he was just jolly well GOING TO. Plop, right on the floor, faint dead away. Yup. He would and damn right he would...just not now.
"Hey yourself," he said instead...convinced that he sounded normal as hell but actually not totally convinced of that. This was all so new and all.
"Get yourselves over to the table and set yourselves. It is just the three of us tonight. Jake, Your father had to work late again. He will be sorry to have missed you Dylan."
Dylan smiled and grabbing Jake's hand AGAIN, led him over to the table and they sat as Ann proceeded to bring platters of food over from the kitchen.
"Looks and smells wow," Dylan said and smiled that inimitable smile of his again which won him a big returned smile from Ann as Jake just sat and wondered if any of this was real or if he was dreaming, or perhaps he was dead and just too stupid to notice. He had not a clue...but pretty soon the dinner took over and conversation was at a minimum.
Belts loosened and bellies grew and groans of appreciation overtook the breakfast room which of course made Ann glad she had made the effort.
"Can we help with dishes?" Dylan asked just as Jake was about to ask.
"You and Jake can carry stuff back to the kitchen, and then you will be released to go do whatever. I have a dishwasher and it gets to do the rest.
"Kewl," Dylan said and he and Jake did their best carry of the evening and then, once again thanking Ann for a delicious dinner, scrambled up to Jake's bedroom to watch TV or whatever.
"God I am so full. That was delicious."
Jake nodded assent, but both were too full to do much more than belch and grabbing the remote Jake turned on the TV.
"Anything special you wanna watch?" Jake asked.
"Nah, whatever you want to watch is kewl with me."
One of Jake's favorite sitcoms (a rerun of Will & Grace) was on and they watched that and at some point Dylan took Jake's hand again, and there they lay on Jake's bed...and Jake suddenly began to wonder if something would happen. Anything. But Dylan seemed content to just lay on the bed holding Jake's hand.
Suddenly the phone rang and when Jake picked it up heard Robbie Williams familiar voice. He immediately felt uneasy although NOTHING had happened and at this rate wasn't sure if anything ever would.
"Hey," Jake heard and replied..."Hey back atcha."
There wasn't much conversation as Jake continued to feel like he was doing something wrong with Dylan even though he clearly wasn't...unless you count holding hands as something wrong.
Then Robbie was gone and it was just he and Dylan again, laying on Jake's bed...the TV on low, and...
"This is really nice, hotstuff. Quiet nice."
Jake pondered that for a minute and decided indeed it was.
"Yeh, it is Dylan."
"God I am so glad we met. You have made my entire life turn around. I have been so not kewl with moving here but now I don't wanna be anywhere else but here...with you. You know?"
Jake had no idea how to respond so for a minute just sat looking stupid he was convinced.
"Yeh, I do. I am glad you are here too. Really."
Dylan squeezed his hand in agreement.
"Hey, I got homework to do and it is at home so I better git."
Jake didn't want him to go and contemplated begging him not to, with visions of the two of them in bed...cuddling and,
But he also had homework awaiting him over on his desk so...
That night after finishing his homework, taking a shower, laying out his clothes for tomorrow (with special care to wonder what Dylan would like him to wear and wishing he had asked before he left), he crawled into bed and almost immediately began to fall asleep and to dream...of Dylan. Dylan and he, together. He wondered...why did this feel so good when it shouldn't but...
The next morning, Jake awoke early and getting dressed ( a pair of literally spray on jeans so tight you could see blood circulating and a rust colored pull-over sweater designed to complement and it did)...headed down to grab his usual juice and toast. Ann had already left for her office so it was just him standing in the kitchen when the phone rang.
"Hey hotstuff, you up and raring to go?"
"Yup."
"Ok, see you at school in a bit," and with that he was gone. Nice, Jake thought. Starting the day with Dylan. He stood and began to wonder what that would be like, really...to start every day with Dylan being there with him.
But school beckoned and so he grabbed his books and homework and headed out to his ride and the day that lay ahead and what lay ahead he had no clue. As usual.
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