Turning in the males’ arms, he clung to him like his life depended on it. In a way it felt as though it did. The last twelve or so hours had not been very kind to his mental health. He felt like he could no longer understand neither Kieran nor Abel; not that there was ever a great understanding of either man before. As he buried his face against the males’ chest, he felt Abel’s hands at his back while his chin pressed into his shoulder. It hadn’t been an absolute rejection, but it wasn’t an acceptance either. Jakob didn’t know how to describe what he felt for Abel. He wasn’t even sure if it was worthy of being called love, though Kieran certainly seemed to think so. He wondered when exactly he started to feel this way. What petty fight led him to seeing Abel in this new light.
Breathing in the male’s scent, Jakob felt himself starting to calm down. He wasn’t ready to show his face or answer any questions. He’d prefer it if they could just stay like this. He wished they could just go back to this morning, before all the fighting and the confusion. They could still be laying in his bed with hardly a care. Letting out a soft sigh, he opened his eyes and loosened his hands a little as they started to cramp. It seemed his little tantrum was over just as quickly as it started.
