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Opening his condo door, a heavy metal thing, Abraham smiled when he saw Jacqueline. The easy smile she often had on her face only made his own grow brighter at the idea of her being happy to see him. “You changed… I mean.” The tall man cleared his throat and adjusted his tie feeling thrilled that his date took the time to put something on just to come over to his place and at the same time mentally kicking himself that he was still wearing what he wore to the office. He hadn’t even bothered to remove his tie or jacket, jumping right into the kitchen as soon as he came home wanting everything to just be perfect. “You look amazing Jacqueline, welcome to my home.” Still holding the door he took a step back to allow her entry.

Getting compliments still wasn’t something Jackson was used to, it felt both nice to be appreciated and wrong to be appreciated for wearing a dress. When he had taken the time to wear a nice suit he liked it when someone acknowledged the extra effort, and getting ready any day now required more effort to just put on his makeup alone. Stepping into Abe's home and past the man Jackson looked around at the oddly set up area. To the left when coming in was a little open window in the wall where he could see the kitchen. It had what looked like all new appliances and fixtures, just past the short wall blocking off the kitchen from the rest of the room was a few pieces of furniture, a comfortable looking lounge chair, a couch on the back wall and a love seat positioned to face the couch. The area not normally would have a small kitchen table was setup like a sitting room, while the open space that should be the living room had a long rectangular table that he was sure a seller would call rustic. Along the walls were bookshelves that held vinyl records, where a tv or entertainment center would have been was a wooden armoire that looked just as old as the table. The sight of the rather large record collection made Jackson look back to the little sitting area to an end table where a record player sat.

“You have, umm an interesting.. Apartment. I mean, it is nice, just not what I expected.”

Closing the door Abraham turned the lock and set the security bar so it dug into the hole in the ground. Seeing the girl's quizzical expression, and a little worry he quickly went to explain himself. “I live in a good area I swear, I just have things in here I really do not want to lose.” He gave an almost apologetic smile as he walked past her, his hand touching her upper back before sliding down to its base as he escorted her the few feet into the room and out of the entryway. “Would you like to sit down on the sofa and have a drink first or would you like to get right to the meal?”

Putting one hand over his empty stomach Jackson looked at the taller man with pleading eyes. “Food, please, the food.”

“No problem, just have a seat at the table and I will bring it right out.” He said with a smirk, the meal he prepared tasted right when he tested it, and really hoped she liked it. His mother used to say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, but both of his older sisters agreed that it didn’t apply to gender.

Jackson pulled one of the chairs back, his fingers gliding along the surface of the wood as he sat down, and tapped his nails on it a few times as Abe moved just out of sight into the kitchen. “This table is interesting, I really would have expected you to have a metal and glass thing going on.”

“It belonged to my grandfather.” Abraham called out his voice elevated more than needed with the thin wall between them. Thinking about Jacqueline sitting at the table made him wince. ‘Have a seat? Didn’t even bother to hold the chair out for her, come on Abe you are better than this!’ He told himself that he shouldn’t be this nervous. Stepping out of the kitchen with two large white plates in his hands he continued. “He actually built the table and the cabinet himself, he used it for a liquor cabinet and I decided to do the same.”

Using just one finger this time Jackson moved it along the grain of the old table, feeling much more impressed, though was quickly distracted by the plate of food put in front of him. “This looks…” He took in a deep breath as he picked up the knife and fork already set on the table without finishing his sentence as he cut a piece of the cordon bleu schnitzel. “Mmmm!”

Seeing and hearing her reaction to his cooking made Abraham feel like the smile on his face might never fade, but it did as he once again admonished himself as he stood back up after just sitting down, having forgotten to bring them their wine. “Sorry, let me get that wine I promised.”

Jackson paid the man no mind as he took a second and larger bite of the main dish. Moving his tongue around in his mouth Jackson savored the flavor as he waited for the host to return. Touching the fork to the spatzle that had lightly drizzled gravy on it Jackson completely ignored the grouping of cucumbers on the plate covered in dressing. It wasn’t what he was thinking about for a cucumber salad, he expected leafy greens, but still it would be the last thing on the plate he would touch. Taking the glass from Abe’s hand he held it up so they could clink glasses together. “This is… this delish!” Jackson said repeating a word Tabitha had used more than a few times. He thought for a second and smiled at the man sitting across from him.

“Okay I have one for you.” Jackson paused for a second, his mind didn’t feel as sluggish as it had earlier in the day, but the world still felt a bit fog-like. “Heaven is where the cooks are French, the police are British and the mechanics are German, the lovers are Italian and everything is like…” The word organized left his brain, making the statement fumble. “Put together by the Swiss. Now Hell is where the cooks are British, the police are German, the mechanics are French, now the lovers are the Swiss and the Italisans organize. Yeah, organize that was what I was trying to say before!”

“I’m not much of a mechanic, honestly I don’t even know how to change the oil on my car.”

Jackson shook his head as he held up one hand for him to stop, it made perfect sense to him, but Abe just wasn’t getting it. “No, what I’m saying is… wait you can’t change the oil on a car? It is super easy. Please tell me you can at least change a tire.”

Finishing a bite off his own plate Abraham nodded a small sad nod. “Yes, I can do that and jump start a car, but that is about the extent of my knowledge. My grandfather nor my Moms taught me. We always just paid someone to do it, but if you want to show me sometime I wouldn’t mind the lesson.” He said, picturing the well dressed girl in a pair of gray overalls, a few smudges of oil on her hands and brow. Her smiling at him as she wiped some sweat from her neck with a towel, her still having perfect makeup and nails despite what she was doing.

Shrugging his shoulders Jackson cut another bite from his food before spearing it with his fork. “If you can afford it, why bother doing it yourself.” He laughed before shoving the morsel of food in his mouth in an un-ladly like fashion. Something Abe said only catching up to him as he chew on his food. Holding a hand up to cover his mouth he spoke. “Did you say Moms?”

“Yeah.” Abraham motioned to the singular photo hanging on the wall that showed a twenty year old version of himself, his two older sisters and his two mothers. “Two older sisters and two mothers.” It was so normal for him that he casually admitted how he grew up, but then paused as thoughts of the world he lived in caught up to him. He had been so enamored with the girl that he didn’t even stop to think she might not be as accepting.

“Huh…” Jackson slowly chewed on his bite of food, not noticing the awkward silence between the two as Abe waited to see how she would react. “What is that like? I mean.” He shrugged thinking about his own home life. “I mostly only had a Dad and no Mom. Two sounds great.”

Tension left Abraham’s body and with it his smile returned. “Sometimes great, but there were also four girls in the house and only one boy.” He answered her question, taking note of what she said about her own home life, but not wanting to touch on something that might be a sore subject and possibly ruin a good time.

Pointing his fork at the man Jackson narrowed his eyes. “So what about you and your sister's Dad?” He asked not considering the same tact Abraham just had.

“Never met him, none of us met them. Both of my mothers used artificial means to have us, so really they are my half sisters. Well one of them would be, my eldest sister Mary. She isn’t really related to me by blood at all, but we are all family.”

Taking the glass of wine Jackson took a long swallow thinking about how bizarre that would be. Maddy was dating Callie, what if they got married and then used a sperm bank to have kids? “You know, that is so sci-fi. Kinda cool… Did you have a good childhood?” He asked, then took another swallow of the wine, already completely forgetting the promise he made to himself to not drink or at least not drink when he was on medication after the massive hangover he had when going out with the girls.

“Like anyone it wasn't always sunshine and rainbows, but yeah I had a good childhood. Spent a lot of time with my grandfather, my sisters were always protective of me there baby brother. We didn’t really become friends till we grew up.” He then motioned to his record collection. “I got all of these from my grandfather as well. He once upon a time owned a music store and bar, where he also tried to sell furniture he made. The place was called Records & Bar, not an inventive name. All the tables, shelves and chairs were for sale, made by him. My guess is he wanted to do three things and couldn’t make up his mind, so he did them all at once.”

“Huh… sounds like a cool place to grow up.”

The two continued to chat, Jackson bringing up Mega Corp and the sales department, but as the first bottle of wine vanished and a second was poured into their glasses it devolved more into trading jokes that got dirtier with each passing minute.

“Did you know.” Abraham said as he got to his feet shaking the second now empty bottle of wine. “That thirty percent of girls enjoy golden showers?”

“Gross.” Jackson replied watching the man vanish once again into the kitchen. He could hear glass clinking as he did something and yelled to continue what he was saying.

“So you tell me, what do the other seventy percent do?”

Not wanting to yell, Jackson got up, steadying himself on the table as he moved his way past the little lounging area and to the opening to the apartment's kitchen. “I don’t know what?”

Popping a lid off a pair of green glass bottles of beer Abraham held one out for his date. He hadn’t brought up her boyfriend at all that evening, tonight was about showing her a good comfortable time so that she knew there were better options then a controlling ass. Hearing her laugh and practically cackling as she kicked her feet at some of his jokes made his heart sing and the **** shushed his nervous brain. “Since you don’t know you must be in the thirty percent.” He said with an open mouthed grin.

Taking the offered beer Jackson blinked at him a few times not getting what he said at first. “What?” Then his jaw hung over as his medicated and drunken mind got it. One hand flew up to his face, trying to use it as a barrier as she shook his head. “No, no, no,no!” He repeated the word each having their own inflection. “Just no… I didn’t mean it like that!” Tensing his muscles Jackson practically vibrated as he gave the man in front of him a hard glare, only causing the dark haired man to laugh harder. With a grunt Jackson tipped back the bottle in his hand, drinking down half of its contents, trying to wash away the very idea of the joke. “Not funny.”

Abraham moved closer to the blonde girl, her backing up as he continued to chuckle. ‘God even with an angry expression she is beautiful.’ He thought as he put his own untouched beer on the counter as he continued to chuckle and follow her as she practically beckoned him forward as she walked backwards. “It is funny, I am funny, I believe you described me as hilarious.”

Feeling something solid on the back of his legs, his drunken mind allowed him to stop and not teeter over the arm of the couch. “No, I said we are hilarious, but I mostly meant me.” Jackson said glancing down to see one leg had hit the arm of the couch as he now stood in front of the end table and loveseat.

While she stopped moving Abraham continued to move closer to the girl, she was funny. One of his sisters had the mouth of a sailor, Jacqueline wasn’t that bad, but he had never met a girl who would tell dirty jokes, or at least none that felt so comfortable with him to do so. She was more than just a pretty face, she was caring and understanding. Moving in close to her he moved one hand up to her cheek before leaning in to kiss her. As he touched his mouth to hers, feeling her tender lips she suddenly fell away from him, toppling backwards on the couch, but as she did she grasped his tie to pull him along with her. The girl wasn’t strong enough, or heavy enough to pull him anywhere he didn’t want to go, but a beautiful girl tugging on his tie to follow her on the couch, that wasn’t something he was going to resist at all.

Jackson was surprised at the kiss, they were having such a good evening, they hadn’t talked about what he wanted, what he had planned to talk about, not really, but it was just a fun night and now he had gone and ruined it. He had talked to Abe about this… Abe was supposed to be the guy that didn’t try these kinds of things… why was it he could be friends with Tab or Lil and not Abe! Trying to step back, to create space Jackson lost his balance, the feeling of vertigo coming over him as he fell, he reached out to stop himself, grabbing hold of Abe’s tie, but that had just caused them both to fall backwards onto the loveseat.

Falling down on the soft cushions of the small couch hadn’t been painful in any way, but the fact that a larger man had landed atop of him dazed Jackson. Allowing the now amorous man to continue giving his undesired attentions. “Abe.” Jackson said in a voice calmer than he felt, the man was kneeling over him and between his own legs. In the fall Jackson had spread his legs so that when Abe followed they two ended up straddling one another. Jackson was about to tell him to stop, to get off but as he felt a kiss to the nape base of his neck things became less clear. A tingle of pleasure caused sparks to enter his mind, as it continued the tingle turned into a flowing wave and the sparks to fireworks. Jackson’s eyelids partially closed as his eyes crossed, the unwanted touch from the man had changed.

“Oh… that feels…” The rational part of Jackson’s mind found no purchase between the chemical concoction running through his body and what was a fantastic feeling of pleasure from being kissed in such a sensitive area and causing his panty covered male member to awaken at the touch. “Mmmmm” Jackson’s protests had been forgotten, the day had been so difficult and now... Now things felt so good. Jackson didn’t even have the presence of mind to push away the hand that gripped and slid up his left thigh, instead he raised his leg up to feel more of the warm hand on his base cool skin.

The kissing to his neck was followed by a soft bite to his flesh, mixing just a tiny bit of pain with the pleasure before the kisses moved on to his own lips. The hand that had been pushing on Abe’s chest slid up and over to hold the man, Jackson instinctively thrusting his hips up in a steady rhythm as he returned the kiss, his mouth open as both of their tongues slid across one another. Every second that went by Jackson felt more and more turned on, his dick now rubbing on the soft fabric of the panties as both Abe and him pressed their bodies into one another.

Kissing the brown eyed girl harder Abraham had to use one arm to keep himself from putting all of his weight on Jacqueline, the other gripped her sexy smooth thigh, moving up to feel the edges of her panties. He thrust his hips forward meeting her own thrust, his own hard cock feeling the warmth between her legs, his drunken mind not processing that something felt off as he continued to kiss her passionately. It wasn’t until his hand was fully under her skirt, gripping one of her panty covered ass cheeks that things changed in a way that he had to stop everything he was doing to figure out what had happened, what had changed, what was wrong. She was crying.

“What's wrong? Did I hurt you?” Abraham asked as he dismounted the girl in a hurry afraid he had injured her in some way.

Amidst the kissing, the swirling of their tongues, the feeling of their bodies pressing against one another one thought was able to pierce through it all. ‘He is going to fuck you, you are going to enjoy it. He is going to fuck you like Linc, fuck you like Dunn.’ The dark part of his brain whispered to Jackson, ignoring the fact that fucking had not happened with Dunn nor did he enjoy it, but like most dark thoughts there only had to be a kernel of truth. That dark thought allowed Jackson to notice the dick grinding into him, the thing felt massive and it brought back the memory from a dream where he was giving a blow job to Abe. That was when his heightened emotions let free the water works. “No, no… I’m not hurt.” Jackson sat up on the back of the couch, curling his knees up to his chest.

“What then?” Abraham asked his **** mind trying to piece together a puzzle. Jacqueline’s beer had fallen on the floor, but it hadn’t broken so she hadn’t been cut and she said he hadn’t hurt her. It caused a flicker of doubt to come to mind that maybe she didn’t actually want him, but it didn’t last long. She had already shown him in the movie theater how much she liked him, she had agreed to come over here and had pulled him down atop of her. ‘Maybe she isn’t actually ready for this step…’ told himself before the thought got darker. ‘Maybe her boyfriend had hurt her like this before or **** himself on her.’

Covering his face Jackson felt shame. Shame for the fact he had just been turned on from making out with another man, his hidden member was quickly growing soft once again, but still he couldn’t deny what had happened. He was about to have sex again and if his hard dick told him anything he would probably enjoy it too…. Jackson felt the shame of even the possibility he would like it, like sex with a man. Then there was the shame of being stuck under a desk, giving a blow job to a man, swallowing his semen, semen his brain told him he could taste even now and then there was the fear of Abe finding out he was a man himself. No amount of makeup would hide the truth when he found his dick tenting his panties and if he had went for his chest… the forms were real enough, but they still weren’t real, the truth would be discovered. All of that swirled in his mind as he cried.

“He…” Jackson touched his tongue to the inside of his cheek before scraping it across his teeth, wanting to rid himself of the phantom taste from earlier that day. “He made me give him a blow job… under his desk.. He.. he fucked my face.” Another wave of shame came over Jackson after admitting what happened, admitting to being violated, admitting to being weak.

“He what!” Abraham bellowed. “Your boyfriend **** himself on you?!” The angry man clenched his jaw along with his fists thinking about the man that **** this wonderful person to play his kinky games. He wasn’t above some office fantasies, but he would never **** anyone. Remembering himself he took a calming breath, scooting closer on the small couch to put both of his hands on the girl’s shoulders, forcing himself to talk gently. “It will be okay, I promise…” He stopped when the girl shook her head vigorously.

“No… Linc isn’t even a real boyfriend he didn’t do anything.” Jackson said thinking back to just the previous night where the two of them had sex, but that had been Dunn’s fault just like earlier.

“If he didn’t…” Abraham paused for a second after drinking a full bottle of wine himself his mind wasn’t exactly in its prime condition. “If you didn’t want to do something and he convinced you then it is still… you know.”

Again Jackson shook his head, he didn’t want to say more, didn’t want to talk about this. He wanted to stop crying, the tears just kept on coming and the longer they spoke about it the harder it was to hold back the monsoon of tears that he felt ready to burst free. Abe was a big man though and Jackson couldn’t live with himself if he went after Linc. “No… it was Dunn. He… he makes me give him a blow… blow… god. He makes me give him oral and wants it every day, he wants me to sit in his lap and…”

“Come here.” Abraham said gently pulling the crying and obviously terrified girl toward him. Her legs sunk down so that her chest pressed into his, he guided her face to his shoulder and just held her as she cried. He wanted to hold her, to protect the lovely young women and he really didn’t want her to see the dark expression on his face as he thought of what he wanted to do to Alexander Dunn. The thought of what his boss would do after, what the cops would do didn’t cross his mind, he wanted to hurt the man and as he held Jacqueline in his arms and she started to sob the desire only increased.

Being pulled into the embrace wouldn’t have been something Jackson would have let happen a week ago, but he felt so weak and **** and wasn’t sure what to do, hadn’t really been sure what to do for a while. His life was out of control, he couldn’t even get in to see his therapist, her appointment schedule had been booked up till his next appointment date. Now here he was being held… It felt nice to feel the strong arms around him, the warmth of the man's body and it was enough for the dam to break and for the light sprinkling of tears that came unbidden to his eyes to turn into a storm.

Jackson went from hugging himself, to wrapping his arms around the larger man’s check to hold him back as he cried and cried, his body shaking from the outpouring of emotions. Jackson’t could only remember crying like this once, the day his mother left, the only other time he had felt so alone. At now he had a few friends… he pressed his face harder into Abe’s chest momentarily forgetting the sexual act that had brought him to this position as he thought about the man. “Abe…” Jackson said with a weak voice between sobs.

“Yes?” Abraham replied gently as he held her, the awkward position causing one of his legs to grow numb.

“You are a good friend… thank you.”