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Jake said with a sigh. "He's exhausted, though. Cried for a long time."
Tor nodded. "You?"
"Yeah." Jake sighed again and moved a little closer to Tor, his head resting on Tor's shoulder. "Can we…? Do you think…?"
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Wordlessly, Tor moved them down the hall and into their borrowed bedroom.
"We should help clean up," Jake protested weakly, not in the least bit interested in being anywhere other than where he was going. Still, though. He had to offer, even had to go out in the kitchen and
help if that's what was necessary.
"We will. Later." Tor's voice was low and steady, and every move he made only put them closer to the bed.
"I just…" Jake paused and tried to find a few words to describe what he was feeling, what he
needed.
"I know," Tor told him, easing them both down onto the bed. "You're tired, you're sad, and you just need to forget for a little while. I know."
"Do you?" Jake asked, rolling away only far enough to unbutton his shirt and peel it off. "Need to forget?"
"Some things." Tor kissed him, helped with Jake's shirt, and then tugged his own off. "But mostly I just hate the thought of leaving. Leaving you here, hurting."
Jake nodded. "I'm not thinking about that yet." He undid his trousers and sat up, pushing them off awkwardly.
"Don't," Tor told him, his hands skimming over Jake's body. "Waste of time, thinking about it.
Talking about it."
Jake nodded, not really able to do anything else. He felt like he was under a mountain of blankets,
everything distant and unable to reach him. Even Tor's touch felt muted, like it was a memory al-
ready and not an experience. "Be here," he whispered. "I need you to be here. Now."
"I've got you," Tor told him, sounding sure and strong and dependable. "I'll take care of you, Jake."
"You always do." Jake closed his eyes and opened his mouth, taking Tor's kisses and his words, sure that Tor would do exactly as he promised. With mouth and hands and words, Tor took charge
and made Jake forget for a while, made anything not there in the room with them fade away until
Jake thought he himself would float away and not come back. He was anchored, though, tied to Tor
in an infinite number of ways, and when Tor finally slid into his body, Jake was right there with
him, holding onto life and hope and joy.
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Natural Disaster
Chapter Thirteen
Jake was alone in the bed when he woke up, but by the way the light was hitting the walls from the
window, he was sure it was still early morning. He couldn't hear anyone moving around in the
house, but long experience told him Tor would be up and sitting somewhere with a cup of coffee.
The thought of coffee was enough to get him mobile; the promise of a few quiet moments with Tor
was an added blessing.
Dressed, but promising himself a shower before too long, he made his way to the kitchen and ran
his hand over Tor's shoulders as he passed him. Tor was sitting at the table, his mug in front of him
as he read the morning paper.
"You're up early," Jake said as he poured his own coffee.
"Fell asleep early." Tor smiled at him as Jake joined him at the table. "We were out by ten, you know."
"Really?" Jake's concept of time had gotten a little shaky over the past few days. "God, poor Cath.
We should have helped her clean up."
Tor nodded as he sipped his coffee. "She left some of it," he said, nodding to the dishwasher. "I emptied it and ran another load. We'll vacuum and stuff later."
Jake didn't find that eased his conscience much, but it would have to do. "Is she still in bed?" he asked.
Tor nodded. "Jacob's still out, too. He's exhausted."
"Yeah." Jake got up and went to the counter, bringing the pad by the phone back with him, along with a pen. "Help me out here," he said, sitting down and starting a list. "I have to find out when Jacob has to get back to the doctor about his arm." He wrote 'Doctor/Jacob' down and looked at
Tor.
"Rent on this place," Tor said, leaning back in his chair. "We have to
Tor nodded. "You?"
"Yeah." Jake sighed again and moved a little closer to Tor, his head resting on Tor's shoulder. "Can we…? Do you think…?"
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Wordlessly, Tor moved them down the hall and into their borrowed bedroom.
"We should help clean up," Jake protested weakly, not in the least bit interested in being anywhere other than where he was going. Still, though. He had to offer, even had to go out in the kitchen and
help if that's what was necessary.
"We will. Later." Tor's voice was low and steady, and every move he made only put them closer to the bed.
"I just…" Jake paused and tried to find a few words to describe what he was feeling, what he
needed.
"I know," Tor told him, easing them both down onto the bed. "You're tired, you're sad, and you just need to forget for a little while. I know."
"Do you?" Jake asked, rolling away only far enough to unbutton his shirt and peel it off. "Need to forget?"
"Some things." Tor kissed him, helped with Jake's shirt, and then tugged his own off. "But mostly I just hate the thought of leaving. Leaving you here, hurting."
Jake nodded. "I'm not thinking about that yet." He undid his trousers and sat up, pushing them off awkwardly.
"Don't," Tor told him, his hands skimming over Jake's body. "Waste of time, thinking about it.
Talking about it."
Jake nodded, not really able to do anything else. He felt like he was under a mountain of blankets,
everything distant and unable to reach him. Even Tor's touch felt muted, like it was a memory al-
ready and not an experience. "Be here," he whispered. "I need you to be here. Now."
"I've got you," Tor told him, sounding sure and strong and dependable. "I'll take care of you, Jake."
"You always do." Jake closed his eyes and opened his mouth, taking Tor's kisses and his words, sure that Tor would do exactly as he promised. With mouth and hands and words, Tor took charge
and made Jake forget for a while, made anything not there in the room with them fade away until
Jake thought he himself would float away and not come back. He was anchored, though, tied to Tor
in an infinite number of ways, and when Tor finally slid into his body, Jake was right there with
him, holding onto life and hope and joy.
47
Natural Disaster
Chapter Thirteen
Jake was alone in the bed when he woke up, but by the way the light was hitting the walls from the
window, he was sure it was still early morning. He couldn't hear anyone moving around in the
house, but long experience told him Tor would be up and sitting somewhere with a cup of coffee.
The thought of coffee was enough to get him mobile; the promise of a few quiet moments with Tor
was an added blessing.
Dressed, but promising himself a shower before too long, he made his way to the kitchen and ran
his hand over Tor's shoulders as he passed him. Tor was sitting at the table, his mug in front of him
as he read the morning paper.
"You're up early," Jake said as he poured his own coffee.
"Fell asleep early." Tor smiled at him as Jake joined him at the table. "We were out by ten, you know."
"Really?" Jake's concept of time had gotten a little shaky over the past few days. "God, poor Cath.
We should have helped her clean up."
Tor nodded as he sipped his coffee. "She left some of it," he said, nodding to the dishwasher. "I emptied it and ran another load. We'll vacuum and stuff later."
Jake didn't find that eased his conscience much, but it would have to do. "Is she still in bed?" he asked.
Tor nodded. "Jacob's still out, too. He's exhausted."
"Yeah." Jake got up and went to the counter, bringing the pad by the phone back with him, along with a pen. "Help me out here," he said, sitting down and starting a list. "I have to find out when Jacob has to get back to the doctor about his arm." He wrote 'Doctor/Jacob' down and looked at
Tor.
"Rent on this place," Tor said, leaning back in his chair. "We have to
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