Page 50 of Jacob Michaels Is Not Jacob Michaels

Ernst stared up at me, his hand wringing increasing in intensity and speed. I was worried that he’d snap off one of his small, delicate fingers from all of the twisting and pulling.

“Please, Ernst?” I asked as gently as possible, but the desperation was there in my voice.

Ernst eyed me a few moments longer, his hand wringing slowing down gradually before he let his hands fall to his sides. He gave a full-body sigh, looked away for a moment, seemed to decide something, then looked up at me. The look on his face was determination, a decision made.

“Some things don’ react ta anger well, sir.” He said cryptically. “Even things like…wells…can hide when they sense there is danger.”

“What do you…”

“When the missus gets angry, we tend to jump inta the shadows, ya’ see?” He whispered. “But when the missus is happy, we like ta be ‘round her. When she is sad, we like ta comfort her. Anger is never good. Nothin’ likes to be ‘round people who are angry, sir.”

“I don’t understand.” I shook my head.

Ernst climbed down from the toilet with a sigh. The way he climbed down like a full-grown person trying to scale a wall was precious, but I knew better than to say so. Ernst headed for the linen closet, which was open and ready for him to slip inside and find his favorite mode of transportation through the house.

“Sir,” Ernst turned to me at the doorway, “maybe the next time you go down to tha cellar, you shouldn’t be angry.”

I just stared at Ernst as he gave me a single nod and slipped into the closet. Then he was gone. Sighing to myself, I laid the washcloth over the edge of the sink and inspected myself in the mirror, making sure I looked okay to join my boyfriend in bed. Finally, I flipped the bathroom light off and exited the room. Lucas was still on the bed in his boxers. Apparently, my offer to let him borrow some of my pajama bottoms and a t-shirt had been ignored. Of course, why put clothes on when they’ll probably just be pulled right off? Spring was coming to Ohio, anyway. It wasn’t as cold in my room as it had been every other night I had been in Point Worth. Seeing Lucas laying there waiting on me made it feel even warmer.

“Who were you talking to?”

“Ernst.” I shrugged.

Lucas accepted this at face value with an upward nod. As I started to walk over to the bed, the bare floorboards cold on my feet, Lucas rose to his knees on the bed, a grin blooming on his face. Grinning back, I came to stand beside the bed as Lucas gently walked on his knees over to the side of the bed to stop right in front of me, his face directly in front of mine. I wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his. Lucas reached up, and his fingers twined through my hair as he started to gently kiss me, then began to feed at my mouth.

“Do you think we were always this great at kissing each other?” Lucas asked. “You know…before?”

“I think so.” I nodded gently, my eyes not leaving his.

“I wish I could remember.” He said. “I don’t ever want to forget a single kiss of yours.”

“Try to forget this one.”

Leaning forward, my lips found Lucas’ again, and I fed at his mouth as my hands came up to his hips. Slowly, yet passionately, I kissed my boyfriend as my hands rubbed along his sides, moving to his stomach, feeling the soft flesh that covered firmer muscles. My hands moved lower, and I was cupping him in the palm of my hand. Lucas gasped against my mouth as I rubbed him slowly and firmly as I did my best to keep my mouth on his, to stifle his gasp with my lips and tongue. Lucas’ fingers twisted in my hair roughly but stopped just short of pain as we kissed, and I rubbed him roughly.

Then he was yanking me onto the bed and pulling me on top of him. Kissing Lucas one more time, I slowly moved down his body, smiling wickedly up at him as I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his boxers. I moved downwards, pulling them over his hips, down his thighs, lower and lower until I yanked them off over his feet. Lucas was laid out before me, naked and so tempting as I sat there on my knees, wondering about the best way to attack him.

“Rob.” He sighed.

My body moved of its own accord until I was on top of him, trapping the hardest part of him between us. I pushed down on him, putting pressure against him as I met his mouth with my own again. Lucas shivered beneath me, his hips giving an involuntary thrust. I moved my groin against his, making him pull away from my mouth to moan.

“I have so much money.” I heard myself say. “We could just stay in bed forever, making each other feel this way all of the time. We would never have to worry about forgetting anything because nothing would leave this room. The two of us, all of our memories, we could trap it all in this room. We could just make love and live in a house of memories stacking up around us.”

“Tempting.” Lucas groaned as I moved my hips again. “So, tempting.”

“You don’t have to go to work ever again.” I sighed against his mouth. “Just stay here. Be my everything all day every day. Never leave me. I could make every wish you had come true and then some, Lucas. All you have to do is stay with me all of the time.”

Lucas pulled back and looked up at me, his brow furrowed.

“What?” I leaned forward to kiss the tip of his nose.

“I don’t want Jacob Michaels in this bed with me.” He said softly, his fingers now stroking my hair. “I want Rob Wagner. My Rob. No more no less. Give me Rob.”

I just stared at him, unsure if I could do that.

“Besides,” his fingers played along my cheek, then my jaw, “I’m perfectly capable of making my own wishes come true.”

Suddenly, his hand was between us, and he was rubbing me. I gasped in shock and pleasure, suddenly aware of nothing but how much I loved Lucas. How much I loved having him touch me. I didn’t want to possess him. Not like that. I wanted him to be with me because I was Rob Wagner. Period. Lucas and I were two separate individuals. We were just happier when we were together. Nothing, not even him going to work in the morning would change that. Nothing could change that.

Lucas rolled our bodies, coming to rest on top of me, his mouth still locked to mine and his hand still rubbing me as I moaned into his mouth. After what seemed like a lifetime, but still not long enough, he pulled back to grin wickedly at me. Then he was kissing his way down my chest, my stomach, and he was pulling my pants off of me. When he traveled back up my legs from pulling my pajama pants off, I felt his mouth on me, and I could barely keep myself from crying out in ecstasy.

Do you love me?

Yes. I love you.