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« Thread Started on Dec 31, 2010, 10:24am » | |
After the weather had ruined everything and his home was being rebuilt, it seemed that things between him and Jessie were also being rebuilt. As the days passed and he watched the finishing touches bring his home into a finish, it also felt like the reminders and destruction between he and Jessie were disappearing as well. Some days passed where he didn't even think about the sense of betrayal and hurt he felt before. The days just passed and when the sun rose, the memory got further away.
Jessie was usually busy working on car for Jacob but the last of them had been fixed and he hadn't any to send to the shop. There were smaller things he could do for his boss there at the auto shop, oil changes and the like, but none of the bigger jobs which the labor gave more money and the prestige of working with a great car. Jacob could see that Jessie was starting to get anxious about work. He had invited him over that evening for a date and to talk. Mostly to talk, this time.
Dinner wasn't too elaborate tonight. He'd done some chicken over noodles, a vaguely Mediterranean style meal. Two glasses of white wine, still cool enough to make the glasses sweat. When Jessie arrived and the butler led him in, he smiled at the sight of him and nodded to one of the empty seats at the small dining table in the kitchen nook. It was a comfortable, informal sort of seating that welcomed at more four people. Jacob was always sharp, always clean and immaculate. His black hair was slicked back and shone like it was still wet. His face was smooth from a fresh shave and his long, dark green button up shirt was open at the neck. Each step was counted by the hard heel of his dress shoes. One hand signaled to one of the empty seats for Jessie to take it.He took his place at the table and leaned in to kiss Jessie on the cheek, "I'm glad you made it. I have an idea."
He settled back in his seat and smiled, "I was hoping to get your help, more than I have in the past, with moving some merchandise. Not permanently, of course, just until you take on a bigger client at the shop who will keep you more busy. I thought it would be something maybe a little fun for you to do that pays the bills and... keeps you closer to me? I have several items which need to be moved and a truck labeled like a moving van. You could just pose as someone helping these people move their belongings and drop it off there with little to no risk to you. At least, on paper you'll be completely unconnected."
For Jessie, the slate was being wiped clean. In the days and weeks following the storm and nearly losing Jacob, Jessie had learned to slowly and calmly fight off the demons of his past by looking towards the future. Jacob played a large role in that though he may have been completely unaware. Jessie didn't have to look back any more; not when his future was looking so much brighter each day. He was happy, he was in love. And even though it was rough at first; he was terrified of saying or doing the wrong thing and Jacob would leave. Jessie found that he relaxed more and more around Jacob and that they settled into a very comfortable routine.
Granted, Jessie would like to have things move more quickly than they did, he was happy that things moved at all. While the butler still hated him, Jessie was firm in the belief that Jacob loved him. And that was all that mattered to Jessie. He would like to have let himself in, but that wasn't the level of comfort between he and Jacob, not yet anyway.
As usual, the table was set elegantly, even for the relaxed and informal setting that Jacob strove for. The chicken smelled divine, and as Jessie offered his cheek for the kiss, his stomach rumbled. He always skipped lunch when he and Jacob had a date. The chilled glass of wine was picked up, his fingers causing the sweat to bead and roll down the glass. "I love your ideas, give it," Jessie grinned and sat forwards, listening in rapt silence.
With all of the selling points that Jacob put into the little presentation, it was the "...keeps you closer to me?" that sold Jessie; hook, line and sinker. Jessie nodded eagerly, willing to accept any mission that Jacob offered. "I'll be happy to help, Jacob," Jessie touched his wine glass to Jacob's to seal the deal. "Though you don't have to pay me. I'm glad to do anything for you. I love you and if it means we can spend more time together, of course I'm in. When do I start?"
(( rp exchange between Jessie Angelico and Jacob Hutchenson))
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« Reply #1 on Dec 31, 2010, 10:26am » | |
"You can start tomorrow, if you like. Some pieces are large and need an extra set of hands. It won't be a whole lot of work, just some to give the boys a day off." Jacob took a bite of his meal, worked on it and swallowed. He enjoyed the calm feeling with Jessie, that they were just having dinner over pleasant conversation. No one was apologizing to anyone and it didn't feel as though someone should.
"I think you'll enjoy it. It'll be a break from what you've been doing at the shop for a while." He leaned in to kiss him on the lips, briefly, pressing his forehead against his, "Just keep your eyes forward and don't get distracted." When they came to the end of eating he took up their dishes and placed them on the kitchen counter. His dark eyes looked over to Jessie and he said, in a casual tone, "The man you will be meeting is named Roan."
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"Roan's the name!" the guy had a toothpick in the corner of his lips and waved at Jessie, clapping his hand with his in greeting before waving his arm out to the moving truck behind him, "And there is Betsy, our convoy. Mr. Hutchenson says you're a guy to trust, someone that works hard. Well," he spat the toothpick on the ground, "We'll see." The man had numerous freckles and short, frizzy brown hair. The sort of smile that looked like it could easily tag both his ears.
"Daylight's a' wasting! Let's go!" Roan climbed into the truck, adjusted the mirrors and looked over to Jessie, "Do you like boiled peanuts? I love 'em. I got a whole cup over here if you want any while we're working. And water. Tons of water if you ever want any."
After spending the evening with Jacob, Jessie was a little reluctant to leave the house. He could have stayed curled up in that large four poster bed with it's 300 count Egyptian cotton sheets with Jacob for hours. But a promise was made and a promise would be kept; and after a quick shower and a bite to eat, Jessie was on his way to meeting Roan. Moving was dirty business, so Jessie wore a relaxed fit pair of jeans, a black hoodie and his steel toed work boots.
Just by the site of the man, he knew Roan in an instant. Jacob had described the man very well. His hand was shaken and Jessie found himself beaming under Jacob's personal recommendation. Hopping into the truck, Jessie leaned against the door. "No, thank you." he declined the offer of the peanuts with a smile. "I'm a dry roasted kind of guy." The bottles of water, Jessie did accept, and gratefully. It was his first day on the job and Jessie was nervous; he wanted to do well for Jacob. The water bottles kept him from chattering like a monkey. So by the middle of the day, Roan had to pull the truck lovingly known as Betsy over twice. Jessie's bladder was doing it's best to keep up with the amount of water he was consuming.
"Sorry," Jessie jumped into the truck and closed the door behind himself. "I won't drink another drop until we've made the delivery. I promise," he laughed, a little red in the face.
(( rp exchange between Jessie Angelico and Jacob Hutchenson))
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« Reply #2 on Dec 31, 2010, 10:31am » | |
Roan looked like he'd been doing this sort of work a long time. The pads of his hands were thick and he seemed to have a thick smell of cheap cigarettes. For what he made doing this Roan could have wore nicer clothes and had a better place. But those weren't his goals. Roan wanted to be retired by forty and just coast off the years of work he'd done under Jacob's command. So pennies were saved, no squandered, and it worked out for the better. His wife never wondered what sort of job he worked because they didn't live that lavishly. Roan thought he had it all figured out, he was going to tell her that he got disability from the government and that would explain how he could retire.
After the second stop he spit out the window and rolled it back up, "You sure you don't got something wrong with you?"
They had done two small time deliveries, all ready. It wasn't very physically demanding. The items were just large, not heavy, but awkward to carry and needed extra care. Some of them were boxed differently to mask what they were and if the item looked like a heavy refrigerator then it required some acting on he and Jessie's part.
"Okay, today is the last big delivery. When I say big," Roan adjusted his seat and looked at Jessie more carefully, "I mean big. I don't just go throwing words around. That's not me." He yanked at the gear shift and put the truck in drive. It jerked when it started and then they continued on their way. It took about half an hour.
Upon arriving to the house, two things were clear. First, that they always delivered to wealthy, well-established people. That was expected since what they were delivering carried with it a respectable price. Secondly, that this house was *big* like Roan had said. There were stables for horses, several many servants. A guest house which was a house. Roan mentioned something about the guy owning several publishing houses and having gotten his hands, luckily, on Kodak when they were a small company decades ago. Some of the wealth then was luck. Some was earned. The father of this man was well to do so there had even been some inheritance but, as Roan would say, nothing more than a drop in the bucket compared to what the man had now.
He stood in the doorway with his hands in the pockets of his suit. He had grey in his hair and skin that had started to go leathery with age. His lips were in a thin line that turned into a smile when he saw the truck. His teeth looked bleached white, perfect. When Roan rode the brake until the truck stopped and jammed the handle into park, the older man approached them. His smile was still there, thirsty for the news from them. He stopped outside the truck, looking up at Roan and shielding his eyes from the sun. He spoke through his smile, "Everything went as planned, I hope?"
"Yea, almost. There was one appliance that we were out of but other than that, we have your whole order."
The man's smiled dimmed only a fraction, "I see. I suppose you can't get everything you want every time."
It seemed as though they were going to engage in their usual chit chat. However, the man in the suit stopped when he saw Jessie was in the truck. His eyes were full of inquiry and concern when they jumped to Roan, "Who's this man, then?"
Jessie didn't speak much, if at all, when they were riding in the truck. Roan was a wealth of information and Jessie soaked it all in like a sponge. Not to mention, Roan seemed to have enough of the gift of gab to occupy them both for hours. Also, Jessie didn't want to give away his relationship with Jacob and just how much he really did know about the "appliances" that they delivered. As far as he was concerned, he was hired muscle, help to move the more awkward pieces from the supplier to the truck, then the truck to the buyer.
It did impress Jessie how much money changed hands. Easily, he could have lived an entire year off of one day's deliveries. But he made no comments to Roan about this observation. Jessie felt like it wasn't his business to put in his two cents, so to speak.
The more they delivered, the more relaxed Jessie became. He and Roan were starting to click and work as an efficient team. Roan did all of the talking and handling of the money while Jessie stood by in his steel toed boots, jeans and hands crammed into the pocket of his hoodie. And though a bit crude, Roan was beginning to grow on Jessie. He found himself smiling more and more as the days progressed. And Jessie's quiet nature and easy going smile suited Roan just fine. The last assistant chattered like a nervous monkey for hours on end. So Jessie's company was a relief.
Once to their final delivery, and biggest one if you listened to Roan, Jessie waited in the cab of the truck for Roan to conduct the money changing hands end of the deal. Depending on the client, this could take anywhere from five minutes to an hour. The more Roan knew the client, the longer it took. And from the look of the smiles on both Roan's and the client's face, Jessie prepared himself to sit for a while. A book was brought out from under the seat and he began to read.
Jessie didn't get two pages into the book before he felt the weight of eyes upon him. Looking to his right, the man with the overly white teeth set into the near leather like face and Roan were both looking right at him. Roan was nodding his head and gesturing towards the back of the truck, then to Jessie. The client simply nodded, his too-white smile growing larger, despite the fact that his order wasn't complete. Jessie felt butterflies in his stomach and put his book back under the seat. Then he opened the door, swung his feet out then slid his way to the ground. Roan reached an arm out and pat Jessie on the shoulder when Jessie was close enough.
"I'm Jessie," he replied to the question in the man's eyes. He held his hand out, expecting a firm handshake. "New kid on the block," he chuckled and looked at Roan as he shook the client's hand. "Is something wrong?"
(( rp exchange between Jessie Angelico and Jacob Hutchenson))
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« Reply #3 on Dec 31, 2010, 10:41am » | |
The man didn't flinch, but something was affected behind his eyes as he took Jessie in. It was someone that wanted his privacy, to be sure. He had several aspects of him which could be readily absorbed. He was older, he was careful and he was meticulous. When signing off on the order that he'd purchased, his handwriting looked like the work of a computer. Roan took the clipboard from him once he got the signature and smiled between the man and Jessie.
"That's right, this here is Jessie." He supported the introduction, tilted his head to the side and looked to the older man, "He'll be taking real good care of you and your orders, you can see to that."
"I'm sure he will." The introduction didn't startle him, he reached out and took the young man's hand. It was a grasp that Jessie predicted and if he had ever dealt with anyone in the military, he would have recognized his posturing, "My name is Dr. James Hutchenson." His eyes were fierce, they were looking for something in Jessie's face. He wanted to know if his name meant anything to the young man.
Roan spit on the ground and jerked his thumb the other way, "We gotta go boss, we'll be seeing you same time in two days?"
The intense look was blinked away and he turned his eyes to Roan, surprised by the sound of his voice but recovering well, "Yes, you will."
Back home, Jacob was wondering.
Jessie had been working all day, he knew he shouldn't have expected many phonecalls but as the hours passes by he began to believe that something unpleasant had occurred during his work. God, he'd sent Jessie into the thick of it, what if he failed and it was all on his head? Jacob sank into a chair that rested in the foyer of his home. His black slacks were offset by their shine in the light and his button up was a baby blue. He hadn't changed from his work clothes since he got home. Honestly, he wasn't sure when to expect Jessie. He wasn't sure what to expect at all.
Jessie saw more than caution in the man's eyes as he shook his hand. The handshake was firm, a primal form of showing who was on top, who was the real boss. But Jessie had a hard time of trying not to look too deeply into the man's eyes. And then the name was given and Jessie struggled to keep his features blank. He wasn't sure why he felt the urge to give nothing away; perhaps it was the fact that Jacob had told him that his father wasn't aware of his lifestyle. Whatever it was, he felt like he was protecting Jacob by using the only skill he had for his own protection: not showing any kind of emotion outwardly. He had contained it well.
Once Jessie and Roan were back in the truck and heading for the warehouse, Jessie turned to Roan. "You said I'd be taking care of Dr. Hutchenson. Are you no longer going to be doing the deliveries either?" The question was honest and up front. Jessie wanted to know if he'd been trained to do the job on his own. "I mean, I think we make a good team, don't you?" There, add a bit of frailty to his voice to make it sound like he really enjoyed what they were doing and spending time with Roan; when in truth he'd rather be with Jacob.
Roan didn't take his eyes off of the road as his meaty hands clutched the steering wheel. "No, you're not going to do this on your own. But you might drive or ride with somebody else next time. It all depends on who is delivering what. The bossman just trusts me more, so if you keep up the good work, Jessie my boy, we'll be partners for a while."
Jessie nodded and then sank back into the seat. He rode quietly and when they got to the warehouse, he slid from the truck and waved his farewells with a "Have a good night and see you tomorrow." Then he got into his own car and drove the long way, making several unnecessary turns until he reached Jacob's house. He knew that he stank of the day's work and the perspiration it caused, he hadn't even bothered to change out of the clothes he'd worn to work. He simply went to the door and knocked before letting himself in.
"Jacob?" He called out, glancing around. "Jacob, is your father a doctor?" Jessie had his suspicions and wanted to know why Jacob set up this elaborate plan for Jessie to meet Jacob's father. "Jacob?"
(( rp exchange between Jessie Angelico and Jacob Hutchenson))
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« Reply #4 on Dec 31, 2010, 10:54am » | |
Jacob could hear a voice inside his house. His butler went to Jessie immediately upon the opening of the door. It was clear he wanted to say something, his lips pressed in a line and his chested puffed up with the breath of a would-be chide. However, nothing came from him, he turned to briskly walk away to attend to whatever task he had been doing before. Jessie's voice was an echoing mess in the house and Jacob rose from the chair in his study to stick his head out the door, "Jessie, is that you?" It wasn't like Jessie to call at him before stepping in the same room.
Jessie followed the overstuffed butler as far as the hall, then veered off to the left. He couldn't help but mock the man just a little as he did follow and stifled a laugh behind his hand when the butler went about his business. It was just then that he heard Jacob's voice call to him. He turned about and quickly walked to where Jacob's handsome face seemed to float in front of the study. "Well hello there," Jessie wasn't angry, not by any means and the smile that lit up his face was proof positive of that. "So, when were you going to tell me that your dad was on the list of deliveries? Hmm?" Of course, there was a tease to his voice and his eyes sparkled with mischief.
"There you are." Jacob relaxed seeing Jessie and realizing that his fears of something being amiss were unfounded. Well, mostly unfounded. With the history of bad news between them, Jacob still felt that impending danger could lurk just around the corner. With Jessie's following statement he offered a mild, uninterested shrug, "I didn't think you'd have to deal with him, or any of the clients, or know them by name." He was honest when he said it, reaching up to the top button of his shirt to undo it, "You can't really be surprised, I didn't just inherit wealth, I also absorbed some of the ways it was made by our family." Jacob didn't know if he wanted to hear what Jessie's interaction with his father was like. When he father drank, he was surprisingly cordial, even roughly so. If he had embarrassed Jacob, he didn't want to know.
"I was a little surprised," he admitted, allowing Jacob to unbutton his collar. "You have his eyes," The smile softened just a hair and Jessie leaned forward to press a kiss to Jacob's mouth. "But he was alright, I didn't say much to him, he shook my hand kind of hard." Jessie rubbed his hands together at the memory. It seemed that Jacob should have expressed his feelings about the situation out loud; Jessie was going to tell him all about it. "And he kept giving me this strange stare, as if he could hypnotize me into telling my life story." That was said with a laugh and Jessie reached up to gently caress Jacob's cheek. "So that was my day. How was yours?"
"Yes, well, father is like that. He served in the military for ten years," Jacob shrugged his shoulders but his smile indicated that he knew the stare Jessie mentioned all too well. His head shake seemed to dismiss his father's tactic. Jacob did tend to avert his gaze from someone after a while, his father, well, he just held it. At times, Jacob felt that his father intentionally made his company uncomfortable, just to see what they would do with it. When Jessie touched his cheek his smile lost its acid and he wrapped an arm around him, "Spent most of it reading up on some possible acquisitions. Trying to determine if they're worth purchasing."
Jessie moved to press himself against Jacob's side when that arm went around his shoulders. The subject of Jacob's father was dropped, Jessie knew how Jacob felt about the elder Hutchenson. Instead, he smiled happily, glad to be in Jacob's embrace after a long, physical day. Jacob smelled of fresh soap and fabric softener and Jessie lay his head upon Jacob's shoulder. Taking a deep breath through his nose, he smiled dreamily. "I think you've been working too hard, my love." His amber eyes opened and he lifted his head to gaze into those shards of green blue. "Let's go on a date. Just you and I. Anywhere you want to go."
"It pays the bills. Mostly it's trying to figure out what's genuine and what's a fake. I've no great ability at it, but if I can weed out the obvious impostors it saves me some money and hassle when I bring an expert to the house." He smiled and kissed Jessie when he leaned into him. The latter suggestion made his mind mostly forget his father. His father tended to nag on the thoughts at the perimeter of his mind. "Anywhere I want to go? When?"
"Now I don't believe that, Jacob. You're fantastic at everything you do." It wasn't lip service, Jessie had never seen Jacob fail at anything he'd set out to do. He wrapped his arms around Jacob's neck and smiled as he continued to gaze into Jacob's eyes. "Hmm, we both need a shower and to change." He couldn't resist, when Jacob was this close, he showered him with affection and this was no different. His words were interspersed with soft kisses to the corners of Jacob's mouth. "After we get showered and change?"
"These people, though... they're slick, Jessie. It's not just a couple bucks they'd be getting off me if they pulled a fast one." Jacob hadn't finished his boyscout training. His father had pushed him too hard and he rejected it, just a breath away from making Eagle. His dad still brought it up at Christmas when all the loose blood relatives were around. Everyone laughed, even his father, but the made had a way of his eyes glaring as he laughed. "We do?" he said it innocently enough and then smiled broadly, giving Jessie a squeeze with his arm, "That sounds like a good idea."
"Jacob, my love, nobody will ever pull a fast one over on you. You're too smart for that," he kissed Jacob once more then began to pull away, letting his hands smooth down Jacob's arms and then take his hands. "Come on, let's take a shower. I'll wash your back and you can wash mine?" That mischief was back in Jessie's eyes as he stepped backwards and gave Jacob's hands a tug. "I love it when you wash my back."
"I hope you're right," he shook his head. It was endearing that Jessie had so much faith in him, yet it made him wonder what would happen if he *did* fall short of that expectation. Jessie's hands felt like a reassuring caress and he looking back at him, "You won't hear me complain about that." His arm dropped away so they could walk more easily to his bedroom, which the master bathroom was connected to.
The shower, and Jacob in it, was pure heaven and Jessie was loathe to leave it. But there were plans for the evening and that made the job of leaving Jacob's side bearable enough. Jessie had his own closet of clothing and walked over with a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair still dripping from the shower.
He couldn't help but glance over his shoulder at Jacob every few minutes. Since they'd gotten back together, Jessie had never been happier. Somehow, he was expecting the other shoe to fall; nothing in his life ever went smoothly for very long. Looking back into his closet, he quickly pinched himself to stop him from thinking negatively. Soon he was dressed in a dark gray Polo shirt, black stone washed jeans and canvas shoes. He pulled his parka and knitted cap from their pegs and turned around to show Jacob his outfit. "What do you think?"
(( Live rp log between Jessie Angelico and Jacob Hutchenson))
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« Reply #5 on Dec 31, 2010, 11:13am » | |
Jacob's mind could get distracted to far off places. He was an adaptable creature. Now that Jessie was back, it felt as though nothing amiss had ever occured. His mind was distracted on the bar of soap, how it was soggy and that he should get something for it so that it could be dry. When he got out of the shower he tucked the ends of his towel at his hip, looking at Jessie when he asked what he thought.
His dark hair was wet, messy, beads of water dragging down his shoulders and chest, "You look good, you think it's that cold out?" He hadn't stepped out yet.
Jessie turned from the closet when he heard Jacob's voice behind him. His amber eyes went wide then narrowed slightly. Seeing Jacob in such a state of pure maleness, wet and dripping, was almost more than he could bear. He cleared his throat and tossed over his shoulder. He gained a very predatory look in his eyes and the smile was crooked and lustful. "Not so sure I want to go outside anymore. It is cold out there. And you look so hot." He got to Jacob and pressed a finger to the planes of Jacob's chest before sliding the finger down Jacob's stomach.
It wasn't like his usual formality. There was something more human, real and approachable about him. When Jessie first started to speak his eyebrows knit as though confused that plans were changing and his gaze went to Jessie. As he finished what he was saying, however, Jacob shook his head at him and rolled his eyes as though Jessie had only been playful with him. When he was approached however his eyebrows arched up as Jessie ran a finger down his chest, "Is that so? I thought you were excited about a night on the town instead of spending another one at the house with me?"
Jessie's back bone loosened and his hips swayed slightly as he leaned towards Jacob. "You have a way of changing my mind. Like walking around mostly naked, dripping wet. You just don't know what that does to me," he had leaned in close enough to whisper into Jacob's ear, his hand flattening on Jacob's stomach and sliding south. "Makes me realize how much an evening indoors with you is worth. And it's priceless." His teeth came together to nibble at Jacob's earlobe, producing a soft hiss with the last into Jacob's ear, his hand flattening on Jacob's stomach and sliding south. "Makes me realize how much an evening indoors with you is worth. And it's priceless." His teeth came together to nibble at Jacob's earlobe, producing a soft hiss with the last consonant spoken.
"I'll say that you're not allowed to have any friends that are pool boys," Jacob wasn't always one to show his humorous side but it was in times like this that his rigid exterior allowed for some kinder play. It was difficult, also, to hide the fact that Jessie's flirtation had sparked an interest in him. His hand caught Jessie's by the wrist and he gave him a meaningful look that smiled, "So you've completely abandoned the thought of going out then, I take it?"
Jessie pouted playfully at the suggestion of no pol boys for friends, but that didn't stop him from continuing to nibble and kiss Jacob's earlobe and the sensitive patch of skin behind it. He loved these private times with Jacob. They could be themselves and Jacob's sense of humor endeared him even more to Jessie. Gasping softly when his wrist was grabbed he abandoned his sensual ministrations to lean back and smile. "Depends, are you going to take full advantage?" His brows rose a notch.
Jacob chuckled. It was too well known that he could be more serious than situations demanded. Jessie, in his playful atmosphere, teased the rod up his spine and made him feel boyish. It was a relief he felt deep, realizing that nothing was being hidden.
[Jacob Hutchenson] Jessie knew him perhaps more honestly, more beautifully, than anyone. He leaned in to kiss Jessie at that part of his cheek that just curved and then caste his eyes off to the side, "Perhaps going out is over rated."
"Mmm," Jessie's eyes closed when his cheek was kissed and he pulled his arm from Jacob's grasp and finished the trek down his stomach and under the towel. "I think you're right. Besides, what I'm hungry for, you can't get in a five star restaurant," his chuckle was deep and sensual. "God I love the way you feel."
"I love the way you talk. You have a way with words, you know," His hands moved to slip into Jessie's. His back turned to the door and he lead him back towards his bed. A king sized bed which sat comfortably, carved dark wooden posts spiraling from the four corners of the bed. He sat on the edge, looked up and Jessie and rested his hands on both of his hips.
"Do you now?" Jessie sauntered over to the bed, then straddled Jacob's lap with a knee to the mattress with a knee to the bed on either side of him. His hands went to Jacob's shoulders and he leaned forwards to kiss him softly. "I love the way you love me."
"Lucky for me," He turned suddenly to toss Jessie on his back atop of the mattress, grinned and leaned down in to kiss him. One of his hands rested at the side of Jessie's face, drawing his lips back to his. His hairs still wet hung forward, small droplets raining down. The smell of the soap he used intense on his skin.
Jessie laughed happily when he was tossed onto his back. His arms and legs lifted up and welcomed Jacob's kiss with a warm embrace. "You smell so good," he sighed dreamily as his head lowered back to the mattress. "But I'm dressed and you're not. I've got a distinct disadvantage."
"No, you're more like a christmas present," his hand touched at the front of Jessie's shirt and he smiled gently, "All you need is to be unwrapped." His eyes looked for permission that was already there. Though he wasn't laughing, his frame and manner was posed with the positive beat of someone who was.
(( Live rp log between Jessie Angelico and Jacob Hutchenson))
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« Reply #6 on Aug 17, 2011, 5:48pm » | |
Leaving Jacob's house, the next morning, Jessie walked with a spring to his step and a smile on his face. The drive to the warehouse and the waiting Roan wasn't an overly long one and Jessie had even managed to stop a local bakery to pick up fresh doughnuts and two steaming cups of coffee for himself and his partner. The day was crisp and cold, frost hung in icicles from the eaves of the buildings as he passed them.
Upon arrival at the warehouse, he was greeted outside by Roan. There was a worried look upon the older man's face and the usual toothpick was missing from the corner of his mouth. "Jessie, we got trouble. One of those little shipments we hauled yesterday; the client said we opened the bottle of wine and had a taste before it got there." Roan spat on the ground as if insulted and disgusted. Good reason, too. He was insulted and disgusted. Roan had worked for Mr. Hutchensen for far too long for these kinds of shennanigans to be happening.
Jessie frowned and shoved his hands deep into his pockets. "But... that's just a lie! Did the client talk to Jacob yet? We should call and tell him." And when Jessie reached for his cell phone, Roan grabbed him by the wrist. "It's Dr. Hutchensen, Jessie." Roan stared into Jessie's eyes with a hard stare. Roan had a perfect track record with Jacob and suddenly there was a black smudge on that record. He'd seen the interaction between the older Hutchensen and Jessie; especially Jessie's reaction to him and that got the wheels in Roan's head spinning. "Did you open a bottle while I wasn't looking, Jessie? I got to know."
Jessie looked down at the hand stopping his own and then up into Roan's face with astonishment. His brows furrowed and he shook his head. "No! I'd never do anything to jeopardize Ja... Mr. Hutchensen's relationship with his clientele. Are you mad?" Jessie pulled his hand free and within seconds, he was speed dialing Jacob.
Roan sighed and lifted his hands, palms facing to Jessie and shaking his head. "Sorry, I had to ask." He watched as Jessie lifted the phone to his ear and they both waited expectantly to hear Jacob's voice. As the phone rang, Dr. Hutchensen stepped out of the warehouse and approached the two who had delivered his parcels the day before.
Jessie may have hidden the shock of meeting Jacob's father rather well, but the elder Hutchensen caught just the slightest glimpse of something in Jessie's reaction the day before. Something didn't sit well with the good Doctor, so he had Jessie followed. When the report came in, Dr. Hutchensen didn't stomp about, throw a vase through a mirror or have a fit. He maintained a cool and reserved demeanor that he was infamous for. What Jessie had represented to himself and his son was nothing less than intolerable. Jessie was a cockroach and Dr. Hutchensen knew just the right exterminators.
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« Reply #7 on Aug 18, 2011, 7:41am » | |
"Hello boys," Dr. Hutchenson smiled long and tight as he looked at both of them. Roan was no polished man, the grim look on his face often stamped with a shit-eating grin appeared on cue for the doctor. The doctor, however, seemed to fix more upon Jessie than the experienced driver.
The phone went to Jacob's voicemail. It sounded oblivious to the tension.
"Is everything all right? I couldn't help but notice that the two of you were in quite a bit of delay." An offhand wave to the truck, "Aren't you usually gone by now?"
The words sounded like a man innocently inquiring, but it was the end of his tone that bore some sort of acid. The way a man sees his enemy fail and reflects with "that's so tragic." All the while his smile was there, tight and pulling at the skin as if to bear his teeth.
"Nah," Roan said, kicking at the ground where he spit, "We were just getting our thoughts together about today's delivery is all. Gotta have a game plan."
"I see," a dim sign of disappointment to address Roan's confidence. He hated it when either of the Hutchensons looked at him that way. Their expressions never felt direct to him so it made every nuance of their face, every waver in their tone feel important. It was enough to make a man paranoid.
"Come on, Jessie, time's wasting." Roan wanted to spit on the ground again but refrained. Dr. Hutchenson stepped back and waved at both of them.
"Do be careful. It would be unfortunate to have any accidents."
Roan nodded to the man, rolled up his window and looked at Jessie after they had climbed into the truck and shut their doors. The unshaven fellow smelled like work and sweat, normally the sign that the end of the day was coming instead of its start. His eyebrows arched up and instead of uttering with his usual, brazen tone, it came out like an apologetic sigh, "We're fucked."
He squinted out the window and started the truck up with a roar. His grin returned, sincere. One of his back teeth were missing and when he smiled big enough, it showed and made his smile look more toothy somehow, "But I'm not gonna let it just happen, right? Say," the smile faded shortly as he focused on his question, "You're not on the outs with Jacob or anything? Didn't have some good sit down with father about your uh," awkward as it was for a straight man on the outside to put it right, "situation, right?"
Jessie's phone buzzed. It was a text message from Jacob.
In a meeting, it gets out in an hour. Call you then.
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« Reply #8 on Aug 18, 2011, 10:33am » | |
When the phone call went to voicemail, Jessie didn't leave a message. He knew if he spoke just then, his voice would crack and any facade or pretense would be no more than smoke in the wind. Surely, this wasn't happening. His phone was folded and placed back into his pocket. His movements were slow and deliberate. He was buying time to think about the nuances of the situation and the underlying threats that seemed to be passing through Dr. Hutchensen's tight lipped words.
Roan had it right. They were royally fucked. But Jessie put on that facade of happy go lucky, not knowing what was going on, puppy dog eyed schmoe who was just doing his job. He smiled back at Dr. Hutchensen, almost as tightly; as if his skin would rip if he tried to smile any more. "Thank you, for your concern." He nodded and then waved as he and Roan turned to climb into the truck.
Once inside the cab, Jessie sank into the beaten leather seat and covered his face with his hands. He could hear Roan speaking, and when asked the question of whether or not he and Jacob had a fight or if they'd spoken to Dr. Hutchensen about their relationship, Jessie dropped his hands from his face. "No. We've not had a fight. We've not talked to Dr. Hutchensen. Nothing happened last night, nothing!"
Jessie was about to lose the tiny bit of control that was dangling by a string. It was just then that his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out quickly and read the message from Jacob. It gave him hope, and scared him to death. If Jacob were in a meeting with some clients, maybe his father hadn't had a chance to reveal what he knew. But if the client was an assistant of Dr. Hutchensen's... Jessie closed his eyes and put his head back against the seat. "So, what's your big plan to keep us from being fucked?"
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« Reply #9 on Aug 18, 2011, 8:43pm » | |
Roan's hands danced over the curve of the wheel, jerking them to make the hard left before he glanced at Jessie. His grin was quick to his lips, "Gonna put a camera on the inside of the truck."
Another hard turn, this time right onto the highway. Roan stuck a toothpick in his mouth and nodded several times as though agreeing with a large audience that it was the right thing to do, "Gonna catch whose messin' with the truck first hand and have it recorded. They got cameras now that are no bigger than the end of a pencil, you know? Oh, I'll play good money not to get that smear on my name."
The truck hammock-swung up and down when they hit the pavement switching from road to bridge and back to road. Roan's eyes were on the road, "Even though it'll just be the messenger."
Had it been an hour? Jessie's phone screen lit up. It was Jacob calling.
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« Reply #10 on Aug 18, 2011, 9:56pm » | |
As Roan steered the truck, Jessie swayed with it and put his feet up on the dashboard. His eyes were closed and he was trying to block out the rest of the world. Things had been going so smoothly for him and Jacob. The past few months had been absolutely wonderful. No drama, no fighting, no apologizing and no need for any of the above. But now... Jessie didn't want to think about what might happen.
Roan spoke and Jessie's eyes flew open. He looked at Roan as if he'd said the most profound thing in the world. "Cameras. Hidden cameras? Roan, you know as well as I do that you checked those crates when they were loaded and you checked them before they were unloaded. There was nothing wrong with those crates. There was nothing wrong with the wine inside of the crates."
The problem, Jessie knew, was who they were delivered to.
When Roan looked a little crest fallen and returned to silently steering the truck, Jessie sighed. He hadn't meant to be harsh. "I'm sorry you're mixed up in all of this. Somehow, Dr. Hutchensen knows about my... situation with Mr. Hutchensen." Jessie just couldn't figure out how. He and Jacob had always been so careful in public.
"And he doesn't approve," Roan finished off as he stared out of the windshield. "You know not everybody does. Me, I don't care as long as you do your job and you don't get me fired. But if that... condition of yours gets me fired, then I have a lot of problem with it."
Jessie stared at Roan hard. He was about to speak up when the face of his phone lit up. Before the ring tone could even begin, the talk button was pushed and he brought his phone up to his ear. "Hello Mr. Hutchensen," he tried to sound as business like as possible. It may be too late to carry out pretenses, but Jessie wasn't going to take another chance.
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« Reply #11 on Sept 26, 2011, 1:22pm » | |
"Mr Hutchenson?" Jacob may have been distracted today with all he had going on, but Jessie wasn't one to answer the phone like that. He thought, perhaps, that he was just being playful. Jessie had a tendency to be playful, "Sorry I didn't answer before, I was busy ironing out the details of something during a meeting. We're publishing a new book line, you know."
Lately his father had been getting him more and more involved in his publishing house. Jacob wasn't a fool-- he knew his presence was not well received. Many believed him a talentless hack, riding his father's coat tails. Honestly, he would have felt the same as them. He knew that some had worked for his father going on ten years so for him to take a coveted position, without really wanting it, had really been too much salt in their food.
"How late are you working today?" Jacob spun around in his office chair, looking out the window to the pool, "I thought we'd go for a swim before it got too cold."
Roan couldn't clearly make out the conversation, but he was cutting Jessie looks over his shoulder repeatedly. Clearly he wanted to go on about his whole camera theory but the third party in the conversation was keeping him from opening his mouth. Sure, Dr. Hutchenson liked him, but Jacob had always seemed quite indifferent about Roan... which was hurtful only in that he thought he was an unforgetable guy. Not a great guy, just the sort that left you with a very clear impression about an unforgetable character. Jacob made him feel too benign, sometimes he wanted to be more outrageous just to make sure that the man got it.
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« Reply #12 on Oct 8, 2011, 8:04am » | |
Jessie couldn't help it, hearing Jacob's voice made him smile and relax a bit. Closing his eyes, he leaned his head back against the seat. Feeling Roan's eyes on him from time to time as they drove down the road, he knew he couldn't allow himself to bask in the warmth of Jacob's voice for very long. Opening his eyes, he sighed and nodded his head. "Yeah, I know you've got a book thing going on. But Jacob, something's happened and I think you should know about it." He tried to sound as calm as he could, Jessie knew that Jacob could become terribly upset and that was the last thing that Jessie wanted. "There's been a complaint."
"Complaints happen," Jacob didn't sound overly concerned. After all, he had had to deal with enough complaints. He leaned back in his office chair, drumming his fingertips along the leather end of his chair's armrest. His eyes were still out the window, "Just take a deep breath and try not to let it both you. People complain. It's like breathing air for some of them."
"Jacob," Roan's eyes darted over when Jessie said that name. Nobody called Mr. Hutchenson "Jacob" that he'd ever heard before. His jaw set and he returned to watching the road. Jessie, for his part, tried not to stare back at his work partner. "It's your father. He's trying to say that we damaged some of his wine bottles."
"How many wine bottles? One or two or was it five?" He flipped through some papers, still not gathering the severity of the accusation. It might have been because it was his father and he was somewhat dulled to the edge of his threat, "Damage happens and the purchaser could have done it himself and turned around and blamed it on you so that dad would cover the loss." He shut the folder and set it back atop his desk, "What, are you fired?"
"It was half a dozen and the buyer is your father. He's not fired me, but he made it clear that you were going to hear from him about it." Jessie sounded miserable and Roan gave up trying to avoid listening to a private conversation. His livelihood was on the line, too. Jessie tried to give Roan a reassuring smile, but it fell flat. "I'm sorry, Jacob. I think your dad knows."
"Interesting," Jacob felt like he was playing a chess game and he shortly realized his comment hadn't been a very comforting one of Jacob. He blinked and then quickly added, "The thing about my father is... he will often bluff that he knows something just to make you nervous, make you sweat. Sometimes he doesn't have any proof except your reaction." Jacob's eyebrows lowered just a degree, "I wouldn't fold just yet. Make sure he signs the release of whatever you deliver him if it is suppose to be at a certain location.
You know, make sure that some supervisor says it arrived okay so that if he is doing this you'll make it a great deal harder."
A tiny frown appeared between Jessie's brows, but it soon cleared as Jacob explained the intricacies of his father's mind. He then nodded, agreeing with the plan of attack. "Roan's been doing that, and checking it himself. I swear to you, Jacob, the bottles were intact and unopened when we delivered them."
"I believe you," Jacob didn't doubt that the mischief was on his father's side, "And if dad does know, he won't be able to contain himself from saying something to me about it within a week or two. He's not very good at holding back." His exhale betrayed the stress of the issue on his shoulders, "Maybe you should quit."
"No," it was a knee jerk reaction that had Jessie sitting bolt upright. He was shaking his head, his face turning red. "I'm not going to let him bully me out of a job because he doesn't like how I am off of the job. This was a way to bring us closer, to get me away from being a grease monkey. I like what I do; I really enjoy Roan's company. No. I'm not quitting, Jacob."
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« Reply #13 on Oct 8, 2011, 8:07am » | |
"Are you sure about this? If dad is giving you a hard time and trying to undermine you... that's a whole different sort of stress. When you were a grease monkey the money was honest, it didn't carry the inherent risk of some of the deliveries you do now. I'm not telling you to quit I'm just saying that you should think about it." Though, he was surprised that Jessie had reacted so strongly. In a way, he liked the determination.
"I know the risks and the stresses," Jessie turned to look at Roan. They were at a stop light and Roan was staring at Jessie with a crooked and surprised grin. "What?" He put the microphone part of the phone under his chin. To which Roan just shook his head with a laugh and then turned his attention to traffic. Jessie returned the phone to his mouth and he mustered a shy smile for himself. The cat was definitely out of the bag now so no sense in hiding. "I took this job so we could be a part of something together. If I quit, then we're back to weekends and Wednesday nights."
"Don't be afraid to change your mind," it was the last resistance he'd give Jessie on the matter. Suddenly his office phone lit up and Jacob sounded annoyed, "I'm sorry, I have to go. I need to take this call. It's the guy from the other publishing house he wants to-- never mind, I need to answer this."
"I won't change my mind." Jessie's jaw was set as was his mind. He sighed and sunk back in the seat when he heard the office phone begin to ring. "Ok, I'll talk to you tonight. Dinner at Cesare's, right?" He had turned, at this point, to gaze out of the window to his right; he didn't want Roan to necessarily hear this part of the conversation.
"Yes, y--" and Jacob was already picking up the other phone. There was a faint "This is Jacob Hutchenson... ah, hello Arthur..." and then there was nothing, the cell phone was shut and Jacob found himself drowning in the work ahead of him. Sometimes he wondered if his father had purposely meant to keep him so occupied.
"Love you," Jessie whispered as he closed the cell phone. He turned in his seat then to look over at Roan. Roan had the decency to have turned up the radio a little and pretended he hadn't heard what Jessie had said. Jessie offered a slight smile. "Jacob says that his father's been known to do things like this and that as long as we keep having the supervisors check the orders, there shouldn't be a problem." Part of Jessie wishes that Jacob had heard the whisper and returned the sentiments. But it was work time and things like that just aren't said. It wasn't professional.
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« Reply #14 on Oct 9, 2011, 8:59am » | |
"Watch the bloody road you lunatic!!" Roan shouted out of the window and then rolled it back up, shaking his head and gesticulating wildly at the car ahead of him, "Can you believe this guy? Acts like a truck can just stop on a dime so he'll just cut right in front of you. I tell you, people that drive those cars are some dim witted pricks, for sure." He paused as though he were going to calm down but he only added, "It's like they want me to hit them? Fuckin' insurance scams."
Roan had always had road rage. Some people were frightened of him when he went off but that usually only lasted a week. After a week people knew that he just liked shouting at other cars, almost to the point that he would imagine that they were bad drivers so he could yell. His face would get flushed, his indignation reared up and exacted itself in the colorful language he used to paint murals all over town. Afterward, he looked at Jessie and grinned as if nothing happened. "After these two wine shipments we'll be done for today. Won't be so lucky tomorrow, got a big load coming in. It's the nice stuff."
Whenever Roan referred to something being nice, he almost always meant artwork. It was where he, and now Jessie, made the bulk of their paycheck. Sure, the money was good in delivering expensive alcohols, but nothing topped moving something that was thirty pounds and was worth a month and a half worth of pay. Sometimes when Roan said "nice stuff" he also meant something that he particularly liked himself, but usually it was always artwork. He hated moving any statues or marble because usually that meant he temporarily had to take on others to help him move the heavy stuff. The more people that got involved the smaller his cut was, which made moving a statue a vexing situation.
When they arrived at their destination it was before an elaborate house with blinding white columns on either side of a large, wooden red door. It looked like the man who lived their certainly had the money to be buying what they sold, the iron work gateway to his home was worth more than the rent Roan payed for a year. Roan parked the truck out front, the driveway was made up of water-washed stoned that gave under the truck and his steps when he walked like impossibly large sand. The house was witness to the doorway signing Roan's clipboard. They were exchanging short sentences, the man was directing Roan on where to take the goods. It wasn't often that the owners of the homes were home and if they were, they certainly weren't going to sign anything.
Jessie's phone buzzed with a text message.
Coming over tonight? -J.H.
Jacob had an automatic signature attached to all of his text messages now. It had started since his father had had him take on more work.
Roan opened up the back of the truck, shoving the rolling gate of it up with a thunder of metal before grabbing the bottom latch and pulling, extending out the metal walkway from the floor of the truck to the ground as a ramp. He racked his messy hair, wrinkled his nose and looked to Jessie, "Help me load these cases onto the Dolly. Man says he wants them in his cellar."
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