Men of Honor Ch. 03

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Chapter 3 – “Ballad Of The Forsaken”

“Hold still.” Casey instructed as he attempted to trim Jacob’s overgrown beard using a sharp shaving blade.

“Leave it. Who cares, anyway?” Jacob uttered impatiently.

“I care. Three weeks ago, you looked hot. Now you look homeless. Besides, you’re always scratching it.” Casey remarked. The boy sat on Jacob’s lap, his legs swathing his pelvis, both wore military pants, and both were shirtless with nothing around their chests but their tags. Jacob took his hands around Casey’s waist and started grazing the boy’s smooth skin with his fingers.

“It itches.” Jacob conveyed, smiling. “Like my dick when you’re sitting on me like this.” He teased. Casey giggled.

“Not now. Later.” The boy suggested.

Jacob leaned forward, placed his nose on Casey’s chest, and sniffed the boy’s skin. They had been spanning the countryside for over three weeks now. Driving cross country randomly, stopping to feast and rest, fucking every chance they got. Jacob had been slowly but steadily deepening his bond with these men. Particularly Casey. The boy seemed very fond of his presence in the squad of men. Sylas too. Jeffrey, on the other hand, despite Jacob’s attempts to deepen their bond seemed to purposely and constantly erect an invisible barrier between the two. He was by far the most enigmatic of the three, and there was a perpetual edginess to his demeanor that intimidated and allured Jacob. As Casey carefully trimmed his beard, Jacob observed Jeffrey. He sat on Sylas’ chair, his bare upper body glazing bright under the scorching sun. His shaved head tilted forward, his smooth chest vibrating as he sliced a large apple with a small pocket knife. And his tag chain, rocking back and forth as it followed the small motions of his cutting swings. Jacob’s eyes couldn’t help but get drawn to Jeffrey’s crotch. The volume was massive, and unless Jeffrey walked around hard all day, which was unlikely, chances were his dick was pretty big.

“It is.” Casey confirmed. Jacob’s eyes came back to the boy, stunned. “It’s big.” He reiterated.

“How did you…” Jacob uttered. “Nevermind.” He added, shaking his head and smiling. He and Casey’s level of intimacy was telepathic at this point. “Have you…?” He vaguely questioned. Casey nodded affirmatively. But the expression on him as he did it surprised Jacob. “What?” He asked, trying to drill as much information regarding Jeffrey’s enigmatic nature as he could.

“Chin up.” Casey instructed, lifting Jacob’s head and looking back at Jeffrey, ensuring he wasn’t watching before continuing with a smooth and low tone. “Jeffrey is…complicated.” He expressed, seeming reluctant to continue. Jacob searched for his eyes, coercing the boy to divulge more. Casey took a deep breath. “If you think I had it rough, then Jeffrey…” He stated, seemingly getting lost in his thoughts.

Given the amount of time Jacob had spent observing Jeffrey’s behavior for the last weeks, it seemed impossible that his fixation for the guy would grow, but as he looked at him and on the heels of this exchange with Casey, that fascination was ripping through the seams.

“How is he?” Jacob mumbled, almost embarrassed to ask. Casey halted, taking his eyes off Jacob’s beard and locking them on him. His semblance pleaded for Jacob’s attention and compliance.

“Jacob…we don’t go to Jeffrey. He comes to us.” Casey attempted to clarify.

“How so…?” Jacob continued to dig. Casey looked at Jacob’s eyes to find that his words of caution hadn’t phased him. If anything, the boy’s vague answers were fueling his inquisitive disposition. Jacob eventually snapped out of it, brought on by Jeffrey getting up and walking inside his tent. He had been sleeping alone for the last week or so. Sylas’ absence for the past few days had also pestered Jacob’s mind. “When is Sylas coming back?” He asked. Casey glanced at him like he had heard that question for the tenth time, which he had.

“I told you, he went to pick something up.” The boy responded patiently. “There.” Casey sounded, looking proudly at Jacob’s beard, all trimmed. “I can see your mouth again.” He said cheekily.

“Then make use of it.” Jacob suggested, pulling Casey closer and kissing him passionately. Their tongues laced together, and their lips rubbed lusciously against each other. Jacob’s hands couldn’t hold themselves from descending over Casey’s ass cheeks and squeezing them. “Casey?” Jacob asked, his voice muffled as the sound punched from inside their lips. “Let’s go inside the tent.” Jacob suggested. “I want to fuck you so bad…” He murmured, trying to keep it between them as he gripped his arms around the boy’s smooth back.

Casey pulled his lips away, held Jacob’s head with his hands, then took his right palm and grazed it over Jacob’s eyes with the uttermost softness. They both smiled at each Kaynarca Escort other. Jacob never imagined he’d ever feel intimate with someone other than Christian, let alone Casey. But the truth was he and Casey had grown close, and their bond went beyond just the incredible sex they had. They genuinely cared for each other.

Suddenly Casey’s head turned abruptly, facing Jeffrey’s tent. They could both hear him on the phone with someone. A couple of minutes later, he came out and signaled the boy to approach him. Jacob sat there watching them chatter secretly for a bit. After a while, Casey came back.

“We’ll have to meet with Sylas. But we’re resting and leaving first thing tomorrow.” Casey informed, excited.

“What’s with that face?” Jacob questioned, seeing Casey’s eyes scintillating.

“You’ll see.” The boy replied. “Get some rest.” He suggested and began piling up logs to start a fire. Jeffrey lit a smoke and slanted himself over the back of the truck, gazing defiantly at Jacob, bearing a peculiar grin on his lips. Jacob sat there looking at Casey, trying to shake an eerie feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Night came, and as usual, Jacob slept spooned with Casey in their tent when he felt the boy move away from him. His arm, swathed over him, fell flat on the tent’s floor.

“Now?” Casey whispered.

Jacob wanted to peek, but he knew the only person that could be outside the tent at this hour was Jeffrey. He could hear him whisper, but the sound was too muffled by Casey fidgeting as he tried to slide off the sleeping bag without waking him. Casey stepped carefully out of the tent. Jacob lay there, his eyes firmly shut as he battled the urge to get up and tell Casey not to go. But Jacob knew that wasn’t the code. Even so, his mind lingered, and he couldn’t shake off his curiosity. Jacob pushed himself up with his arms and slowly opened the tent’s zipper just enough to see Jeffrey’s tent rocking slightly from side to side. Unfortunately, the flames from the fire were blocking his sight, but through the cracking sounds of the burning wood, he could hear Jeffrey and Casey’s murmurs. It seemed they were arguing, but soon the hectic mumbles ceased. Then Jacob overheard what sounded like fabric ripping. Then he heard Casey screeching, but it was as if his scream got muted by someone’s hand. Jacob stood on his knees and tilted his body forward, ready to exit the tent, but he suddenly halted. Casey’s screams had shifted into prolonged moans, almost guttural. He seemed to be relishing in the roughness of whatever was going on inside that tent. Jacob stood there, kneeling on the edge of the tent, transfixed by the beguiled act. He could barely hear Jeffrey but could feel every ounce of his powering, dominant energy through the flames. A part of Jacob was allured and wanted a stake in the action, but another part felt fearful about the darkness brought on by the sounds Casey emitted. The boy’s moans shifted back to whimpering, then screaming. Jacob heard something punch against a pillow, and then the sounds became filtered again. Undistinguished. Then moments later, Jeffrey’s pelvis slamming against Casey’s bubble butt. Jacob’s dick became hard instantly, pulsating with a vibrancy he hadn’t felt before. Then Casey’s sobbing. They were short, cut by Jeffrey’s thrusts which seemed unnaturally fast and vigorous, followed by a grunt and a soft, prolonged moan. He felt movement inside the tent, so he recoiled and closed the zipper, assuming his original position. His body became afflicted by a cold, piercing wave. He heard twigs cracking on the ground and someone approaching the tent. Casey opened the zipper and stepped in. As he gazed at Casey, Jacob could see his ripped underwear. Like he had been mauled by a wild animal, his tag facing backward and his neck reddened, Jeffrey’s large hands imprinted on it. Jacob’s eyes scanned Casey in shock. The boy lay carefully beside him and faced Jacob. Jacob wanted to pretend to be asleep, but he couldn’t do it. He needed to make sure Casey was ok. But before he could say anything, Casey rolled his back to him and nestled into Jacob, grabbing his arm and swathing it around him.

“I love you, Jacob.” He whispered, thinking no one would listen. Jacob lay there, his eyes gazing at Casey’s scar as tears skated from his eyes. Everything inside his heart yelled and pleaded for him to respond. But he didn’t. He just grasped his arms around the boy. His stiff dick nestled gently inside Casey’s warm and moist crack.

The morning after, Jacob couldn’t help but stare at Jeffrey as they each ate a tuna can and some bread. He scanned the mysterious hunk almost surgically, trying to find some fragment of humanity after his seemingly bestial behavior from the night before. They’d packed all their stuff in the truck, so the men responsibly shoved the trash in the garbage bags, cleaned the fire area, and jumped inside the car. Given that Sylas was absent, Casey jumped enthusiastically in Kaynarca Escort Bayan the front, taking his place next to Jeffrey. Jacob was utterly baffled. Whatever happened inside that tent, Casey seemed ok with it. And yet, the essence of it felt violent and unhealthy. Jacob hadn’t actually seen anything, so maybe he was overreacting. But it was a new dynamic, far from the lustful and tender interactions with Sylas and Casey up until now. Something to which Jacob was still a stranger. They drove the entire day with practically no stops. Jacob figured that whatever they had talked about with Sylas must have been of particular significance because Jeffrey was sailing toward their destination with unwavering determination. The further they drove, the more familiar the road seemed to Jacob. In fact, after about 6 hours, they veered towards Jacob’s parents’ cottage, went past it, and descended towards the river through a particularly bumpy grime road. Jacob soon realized they were heading toward the infamous cabin where they had all met. As they further descended, Jacob’s heart stemmed. Parked outside the cottage was Christian’s car.

“What the fuck…” He muttered, leaning forward in his seat, trying to see inside the car as Jeffrey passed it, stopping a few yards in front of it. “What’s going on?” Jacob questioned. Jeffrey vaulted out of the car and opened Jacob’s side of the door. Casey darted back at Jacob, beaming.

“We have a surprise.” The boy expressed exuberantly. Jacob was perplexed. He hopped off and stood there gazing at Christian’s SUV. Sylas eventually came strolling out from inside the house.

“Finally!” He hollered. “Any longer, I’d probably have to return our gift.” Sylas uttered. Jacob looked at Sylas, trying to find answers that clarified the situation.

“What is Christian’s car doing here, Sylas?” Jacob questioned, with a demanding tone, an aggressiveness he hadn’t displayed in weeks. Sylas put his arms up.

“Jacob, it’s ok. Christian is fine.” He assured. Then paused and slowly sank his arm, following the shift in Jacob’s countenance. “Walk.” He suggested. Jacob followed him, turning his head back occasionally as they distanced themselves from the others. They wandered over to the other side of the fence that circled the property. Then Sylas’ hand pressed down against Jacob’s shoulder, signaling him to stop. “Jacob, look at me.” He requested, his eyes looking down at Jacob. Jacob reluctantly lifted his head to meet Sylas’ gaze. “Me, Jeffrey, Casey…we all had lives before. We eventually found each other.” Sylas explained, his eyes on the river that cruised silently just a few yards before them. “We couldn’t be further apart from each other. But you know what brought us together, Jacob?” He questioned, his eyes still gazing at the water’s surface, serene and gentle.

“Your pain.” Jacob replied, his voice completely subdued. Sylas shut his eyes. Jacob’s words fell into him like a brush of summer breeze. Jacob paused, took a deep breath, and faced Sylas head-on. “I still love him, Sylas.” Jacob admitted.

“I know, Jacob. I know.” Sylas complied, appeasing Jacob’s discomfiture. His shame for letting the love for his best friend be the cradle of all his misery. As he looked at Sylas, Jacob finally understood. These men, who had crossed his path, were by random chance or devised destiny, offering him a chance to face Christian. To acknowledge the source of his pain and meet it head-on.

“What’s going to happen?” Jacob asked.

“Rule number 3, Jacob: TRUST.” Sylas said, finally facing Jacob. “Do you trust me?” He questioned

“I do.” Jacob responded, not a breath in between.

“Let’s go inside.” Sylas said.

They walked back up, past the fences, and into the house. Inside, it was as if they had never left. Everything was the same as it was that fateful night. It was surreal, as if they had just walked into an opened crack in time. As Sylas moved aside, Jacob stepped forward, only to find Christian sitting in the same chair he was in when Casey performed his lapdance. He was stripped, only his underwear on, and his hands tied behind his back. Their eyes locked, but for a split second, it seemed neither of them knew what to say. Thankfully, Sylas shattered the silence.

“Gotta hand it to angel face here. He’s a sneaky mother fucker.” Sylas declared. “Three weeks ago, Jeff approached him and asked him to meet us here again. On the pretense that our boy Casey had some unfinished business with him. He came flying like a mother fucking bird, didn’t you, angel face?” Sylas questioned. Christian stared at Jacob, his eyes reddened and shivering. “Much to my surprise, our boy here had only one demand. Can I tell him what it was?” Sylas teased, addressing Christian and pointing to Jacob. Christian seemed uneasy and angered. “Tell him what he said, Casey.” Sylas ordered, pulling up a chair and sitting down, facing Christian as he looked at him with disgust.

“He said he’d only come Escort Kaynarca if Jacob didn’t.” Casey revealed as he stood behind Jacob. The boy seemed apprehensive to disclose such an uncomfortable truth, knowing it would cause Jacob suffering. Jacob’s eyes twitched in distress, and tears started forming. But he stood his ground and battled their escape.

“Why did you say that angel face?” Sylas stirred. Christian glanced at Jacob, his eyes tugging with guilt. “You know what, don’t answer that.” He intervened, seeing the absolute shame on Christian’s mug. “Let’s resume from where we left off.” He steered. Casey went around the room and dragged all the chairs back to the round table. He set four small shot glasses and a bottle of whisky in its center. “Jacob, come.” Sylas uttered, looking over his back. Jeffrey stood in the kitchen, slanted against the counter, scrutinizing everything that unfolded. Sylas turned to the table again, smiling. “New rules. There’s no dare. Only the truth from now on. If you lie, you chug.” He clarified.

Jacob and Christian had locked eyes since they sat opposite one another. They scanned each other’s faces like strangers that had never met before. Despite all e history that preceded them, there was an uncrossable chasm between them. And their failures regarding their friendship were becoming painfully clear.

“I’ll start.” Casey sounded. “Christian, do you think you were coming here to fuck me?” The boy questioned. Christian kept staring at Jacob.

“Yes.” He answered. Sylas let out a blaring chuckle.

“Finally, some truth coming out of those gorgeous lips!” He hollered sky-high. “My turn. Casey, who would you rather fuck, Christian or Jacob?” The boy chuckled and then slanted forward, crossing his arms and placing his chin over his hands, observing both men as his head tilted from side to side. He then stood up, lifted his legs over Jacob’s waist, and saddled him, taking his mouth to his ear.

“No doubt in my mind.” He whispered softly and lustfully. Jacob smiled for a brief second, almost overlooking Christian presence. Then his eyes found his friend’s again. Christian’s dismay was beginning to course through. Despite Casey’s attempts to intercept it, Jacob’s gaze insisted on chasing Christian.

“My turn.” Christian uttered. The room went stone-cold. “Why did you cut me off after the wedding?” He asked, his eyes squirming as he looked at Jacob. Casey lifted himself off Jacob’s lap, sensing the answer would require all of his engagement.

“I just couldn’t bear to continue living like that.” Jacob answered, his voice assertive and commanding.

“What do you mean?” Christian questioned.

“Loving you from a distance, in secret.” Jacob explained. “Loving someone who can’t love you back…that’s not living, Christian.” He continued, the fearlessness in his voice taking the whole room hostage. “That’s death.” He ended.

“I…I wanted to…it’s just…” Christian endeavored to explain, but he struggled to voice his feelings. “Why do you always have to make things so difficult…” He snarled back, pulling his gaze away. Sylas glanced at Casey, who stood up, loaded Christian’s glass and chugged it down his throat.

“Now that’s bullshit, angel face, and you know it.” Sylas intervened, visibly ruffled by Christian’s statement. Jacob raised his hand softly.

“Sylas, it’s ok.” Jacob sounded. “My turn.” He said, pulling his chair forward and placing his elbows on the round table. “Does Emma know? About us?” He asked. Christian chuckled sarcastically, bringing his eyes back up again.

“No. She’d never…she wouldn’t understand.” Christian replied, his conviction stuttering. “We could’ve…” He tried to imply, but Jacob cut him off.

“What, Christian? Kept it a secret?” Jacob completed, the dismay mantling on his face. “Fuck.” He uttered as his hands caressed his mug with incredulity. Jacob searched for his friend inside the man that sat opposite him, but he couldn’t find him. “You know…all this time, I felt lost…” Jacob said, his heart finally coming to terms with the truth. “But you’re the one lost, Christian.” He persisted, despite the tears that rushed down Christian’s face. “I don’t even know who the fuck you are anymore…”

“You changed too.” Christian muttered almost to himself.

“I didn’t change, Christian.” Jacob reiterated. “I found myself.” He declared. His words lingered around that large room like a sprinkle of light in a dark plane. His words were born from his hope. Sylas looked at Casey, whose tears of joy for Jacob’s revelation fueled his own. He coughed, trying to mask his emotion.

“Here’s the deal, angel face. I’ll give you one chance. Right now.” Sylas interceded, confronting Christian. “Tell Jacob how you feel. Tell him what he’s been waiting to hear from you his entire life. Do it, and we’ll leave right now.” He declared. Casey looked at him, surprised. Jacob’s eyes stared at Christian. Inside them, a fragment of hope whispered back to him. Sylas glanced at Jacob, then Christian. Despite the hurt that letting go of Jacob would cause him, especially Casey, Sylas’ affection for this young man he was desperately trying to save felt bigger than himself. “Christian, just say the words.” He pleaded on Jacob’s behalf.

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