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focused on my lap. Jake sighed and headed to our bedroom. He returned a few minutes later wearing his running gear, and then he walked out the door in silence.
     
     
    The following Saturday I was up early, after not sleeping well. Sitting on our bed, lacing up my Nikes, I was ready for a run when I felt Jake shift behind me.
    “You going for a run?” he asked sleepily.
    “Yeah, thought about going down to Crissy Field and back. You want to come?”
    “Hmm, yes. Give me five minutes to wake up, okay? I’ll meet you downstairs soon.” Jake yawned and stretched his lean body across the bed as I made my way outside.
    He came down the stairs ready to run a few minutes later as I stretched my calves, and despite the early morning hour, he was wearing sunglasses.
    “Ready?” I asked.
    “Let’s go.”
    I didn’t know why we didn’t run this way more often. Crissy Field sat near the south entrance to the Golden Gate Bridge, and when we rounded the corner near the marina, the bridge was right in front of us. I’d always taken the beauty of the bridge for granted as I grew up, seeing it most days, but when Jake came into my life, I saw it through his eyes. It was a magnificent sight on a clear day. The early morning sun made the trademark orange a deeper, richer color. The entire bridge appeared to be on fire.
    We chatted a little as we ran, but running and talking was difficult to do, and eye contact wasn’t easy either as we huffed along beside each other. We reached the far side of the field and headed back the way we came.
    “Want to stop for breakfast?” Jake asked as he slowed to a walk. We were approaching Fisherman’s Wharf, which had some great places to eat.
    “Sure, are you paying, then?” I laughed.
    “C’mon,” he said, grabbing my hand and leading me into a nearby café.
    We sat in a booth near the window, Jake facing the view while I looked toward the inside of the café. He squinted against the glare before he pulled his sunglasses down from where they’d been resting on his head, and looked at the menu.
    We ordered and chatted about what plans we had coming up. My sister Beth and her daughter had planned a trip from Los Angeles in a few weeks, and it would be good to see them. They always stayed with Mom and Dad in Fremont, but we’d spend as much time with them as possible. While Jake and I talked, something occurred to me. I talked to him. Not only talked, but I looked at him. The sunglasses covered his eyes and our conversation wasn’t stilted or awkward like it had been lately. I could look at him, since I couldn’t see his eyes, and the tension evaporated between us. We smiled and laughed, and things were normal, easy, and I breathed a sigh of relief. The heavy weight I had been carrying lifted, not only from me but seemingly from Jake as well. I didn’t want to leave the café and break the spell, so I ordered more coffee. I think Jake understood as he didn’t seem to be in any hurry to leave either.
    We stayed longer than necessary and jumped on a trolley home. After all that food and copious amounts of coffee, neither of us could run.
    We climbed the stairs to our floor and as soon as the apartment door closed behind us, Jake pinned me against the wall. He kissed me like he was a drowning man and my kisses his only source of oxygen. Dragging my sweaty shirt off, he threw it somewhere behind him, then shoved his hand into my shorts, squeezing my balls. “C’mon, I need to be inside of you.” Jake held my balls as he tugged me down the hallway. Luckily I was able to follow closely behind.
    My cock was rock hard as we shed the rest of our clothes and kicked our shoes off. As soon as Jake was naked, he pinned me to the bed and kissed and sucked at my neck, cheek, ear—everywhere he could get his mouth.
    “I need you, Romeo,” he whispered against my neck as he moved his lips along my heated skin.
    “You have me, babe, always.”
    Grabbing the lube, Jake prepped me quickly. This