One Shots

Takes One to Know One [Gay]

Takes One To Know One [Gay]

"Hey, Jake can I borrow your laptop for a minute?"

Jacob's eyes swing to the male stood at his doorway. For a few weeks now, Tristan Blake has been residing with the Montgomery's whilst his own parents take a long anniversary trip around Europe. It was odd for him to think that his parents would be friends with Tristan's.
They're worlds apart.

His parents are religious, they send him to private school, heck, they even go to church every Sunday! They're like the poster family for a good, Christian, American family. And Tristian's...well, they're...Jacob's, not sure which category they lie in.
They have six kids, the youngest being Tristan at 18, plus they send all their kids to the local public school (not that there's anything wrong with that). Jacob has even overheard that Tristan had been arrested once or twice; something that would never swing well with his parents. If he ever got arrested, he's pretty sure his parents would send him to live with his aunt in the deep South and attend a strict Bible school there.
That's the very same aunt his parents are visiting for the weekend, leaving him and Tristan all to themselves in the house. Jacob doesn't know if that's the best idea ever or the worst.
With the homoséxual attraction he's been fighting for years, it's sweet torture for Jacob to be left alone with a fine male specimen such as Tristan Blake.

"Ugh, yeah, sure," mutters Jacob allowing Tristan to enter and make his way to the desk with the laptop on.
"But what's it for?" asks Jacob curiously sitting up from the bed and thrusting the games console onto the desk and trying to glance over Tristan's broad shoulders.
"Oh just checking something," mutters Tristan closing the thing almost immediately.
"Done already?" surprisingly asks Jacob.
"Yep. Hey, what do you say to watching a movie?" grins Tristan standing up and turning to face Jacob.

There's something odd in Tristan's honey brown eyes; a look that Jacob can't quite place but ignoring his instincts Jacob nods in agreement.
"Pick one," requests Jacob motioning to his DVD collection underneath the TV.
"I've got a...special one, actually. Wait here, I'll just go get it," smirks Tristan bounding off.
Jacob's senses prickle again but once more he ignores it. A selfish part of Jacob wants to spend time with Tristan despite the better part of his mind screaming at him no.

Tristan returns a few minutes later, the grin still transfixed on his features. As he places the DVD into the machine, Jacob's eyes instinctively travel towards Tristan's fine rear end. Ordinarily his basketball shorts would be loose but as he bends they pull very nicely over his delicious áss. No, Jake, snap out of it, he curses to himself. As Jake's eyes are cast to the side, he reminds himself to be stronger than the urges; to fight them; after all it is just a weird, odd phase and it'll pass soon enough.
"So what are we watching?" asks Jacob clearing the lump in his throat and trying his best to seem unaffected by Tristan's séxy self.
"Oh, you'll see. Close the curtains, won't you? It'll make it more....cinematic," replies Tristan with another easy smirk on his handsome face that has Jake's heart skipping a beat.
"Um, sure," he mutters in response, stumbling off the bed and drifting towards the windows.

As he pulls the two thin strips of material together his body too dazed doesn't feel the presence behind him. Suddenly two strong arms grip his own behind him and as they're locked with one hand another ties his wrists together.

"What the heck?! Tristan, what are you doing?!" cries Jake in panic and surprise as he naturally starts struggling in Tristan's hold.
It is with some difficulty the Tristan manages to fight off Jake's struggles and pull him along towards the bed. Dragged onto the bed, Tristan ignores Jake's protest and cries as he pushes him against the backboard of the bed and with another scarf ties his disabled hands against one of the wooden rails.

"Tristan! Seriously, what the fúck?! Why have you tied me like this? Are you going to cut off my body parts, now? Sell them on the black market? Torture me?!" spits Jake using all his strength to try rip off the binds but the synthetic material seems to be too strong even for him.
" 'Torture you?'," wickedly grins Tristan, "well, I wouldn't exactly call it torture."
"You sick fúcker!"
"Wow Jake, for a good little angel, you sure swear like a sailor. No baby, I'm not going to hurt you...much anyway."

Jake's stunned by Tristan's term of endearment, " 'baby'?" he asks shocked.
Is he mocking him calling him 'baby' or does he mean in it a sense more than teasing? Jake's heart leaps at that possibility but he quickly crushes it down again. Besides, even if Tristan does mean it like that. Jake can't- won't do anything to encourage it- he shouldn't.

"Oh come on Jakey, I know your little secret. You really don't think I noticed all those little looks you give me when you think my back's turned?-"
"That's not true! I don't know what you're talking about Tristan. Obviously there's been some kind of mistake. Look...I'm not gay," rushes out Jake his cheeks blushing slightly from the lie and the embarrassment that Tristan actually noticed those looks.
"Really? Care to prove that?" broadly smiles Tristan in amusement.
Jake has to gulp slightly at the challenge and his mind chants over and over again that he has nothing to prove to the a-hole. He's not gay, he's just not. It's just some...phase, it'll go soon. He has nothing to worry about. He can easily prove Tristan wrong.
"Sure, whatever. Like I said, I'm not gay," defiantly states Jake his jaw clamping tight at the challenge with male pride and tints of denial swirling through his mind.
"Okay," sings Tristan in a tone of voice that clearly projects just how much he doesn't believe that.

"What's going on?" whispers Jake fearfully as Tristan presses the play button on the clicker.
"Shh...We're watching a movie, duh," cheerfully replies Tristan, settling back next to Jake against the bed and watching as the black screen comes alive with images.

Jake watches in confusion as slow sensual music fills the room and the title 'Cowboy Creek'. He'd never thought much of Westerns, personally he prefers Sci-Fi but they're still cool. Only it doesn't turn out to be the usual sort of Western. Jake soon figures that out when the two chiselled torso baring 'cowboys' started making out.
"Shít, Tristan what the fúck is this?!" he exclaims shocked and glancing to the side wide-eyed at Tristan who just cheekily grins.
"Gay pórn, of course!" he laughs with glee.
"Stop it; this is ridiculous. Tristan! Tristan."

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This part is continued on my profile on Inkitt (under the same name). For more details look at the 'Foreword' at the start.

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Both boys flop back onto the bed in exhaustion and Tristan pulls Jake into himself. His arm wraps around the male's back and he allows Jake to rest his head against Tristan's chest, while their legs tangle together.

"So do you cuddle with all your conquests?" asks Jake trying to catch his breath while ignoring the flaming protest of his áss. He listens to Tristan's pounding heartbeats that too are slowing down.
"What? Jake," softly sighs Tristan.
"Hey, look, man. I get it. You're a no-strings kind of guy. It's fine. Really. I'm not going to be one of those clingy ex-vírgins. Besides, I've got a lot of shít to figure out," shrugs Jake who despite saying all that, feels himself getting attached to Tristan.
"Like what? I thought you wanted this. Do you-do you regret it now?"
"No! God no! It was...It was something alright. No, I just...dude, how am I meant to tell my parents this? You know, without them freaking out and disowning me or something. They're...they're well, you know what they're like," groans Jake.
How is he meant to tell his strict religious parents that he's...he's gay.

"I honestly wish I knew how. But, it's up to you Jake. You need to tell them when you're ready and you need to believe that your happiness is worth whatever happens. I mean, my parents didn't mind, and I know it won't be the same for you but...you can't hide something like this from them forever. Not without sacrificing your sanity and your happiness," replies Tristan kissing the top of Jake's head.
"You're right," mutters Jake dragging a hand over his face and sliding it back over his hair.
"Yeah, but you don't have to do it alone," whispers Tristan.
Jake's eyebrows furrow in confusion as he rolls off and props himself up to gaze curiously at Tristan. Tristan too rises up and smiles at Jake.
"What?" asks Jake.
"Jake do you want to be my boyfriend?" replies Tristan with a quirk of the corner of his lips in a smirk.
"Tristan, I-I...yes, but I mean, are you sure? Because you know if people ask me, I'd have to...lie. And publically...we'd have to..." mumbles Jake as his heart clenches in protest to the words his mind is putting in his mouth.
"Okay, okay. Let me rephrase then. Until you're ready...will you be my closet boyfriend?"
Jake pauses for a moment to consider that before smiling.

"Yes. Yes, Tristan I will be your closet boyfriend."