Title: Life In LA, Part V
Rating: NC 17-R
Warnings: This story includes OC/ Dr. Adrian.
Disclaimer: These characters are fictional. They are my creations based on the real life characters of Jake, Heath and Adrian. Nothing in this story actually happened and it is not my intention to slander or speculate. This fiction was created entirely for amusement and there is no financial gain.
Author’s Notes: Thanks for all the feedback and I apologise that it has taken me such a long time to update this story…Thanks for reading. And ofcourse my best wishes to Adrian who seems to be as caught up with RL stuff as I am J
“Adrian", he said the name silently to himself as he reached out to lightly stroke the muscled chest of the man that was laying such soft, warm and passionate kisses along his neck…he reached down further to lightly trace the soft feathery hairs that led from his lovers naval to his erect and throbbing cock…intertwining his fingers into the mass of moist and damp pubic hair, his lover moaned softly in his ear, "I like that… A lot …" and Jake responded by lifting his hips to meet his lovers dry-hump…Jake was so hard, so hot, so ready…his lover gently coaxed Jake's legs apart and rested his right index finger against the soft, tiny and damp crease of his anus…slightly pushing his finger into him, slowly…Jake moaned softly into his ear…he wanted this…he needed this…
His lover took the head of his hard cock and replaced his finger with it, teasing Jake's moist hole until he felt Jake ready to receive him…Jake brought his arm around the broad shoulders hovering over him, pulling at him until the mouth that had brought him such pleasure met his own…the taste was warm, salty and fresh…yet, he could taste his own scent on his lovers tongue…he needed it this way…he wanted to be taken hard…he wanted and needed to be consumed by this man…
Jake woke startled by a loud buz.
"Adrian"…he said aloud as he awoke from his dream. Opening his eyes he realized it wasn't quite daylight yet.
The radio pre-set had gone off with a buzz and he awoke to the sound of pop music on Kiss FM. He recognised the shrill voice of James Blunt. "Beautiful" was not quite the instant favorite hit, but rather a song that grew on you; yet somehow in this middle place between sleep and alertness the notes resonated in Jake’s ears plucking the cords that held his heart. He listened to the words of the song in the darkness, lying there, naked, damp and in a cold sweat.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.
As the song ended and the familiar voice of Ryan Seacrest came on the air; he heard his name mentioned along with Heath's as nominees for best kiss in the upcoming MTV awards. Jake thought of calling in and thanking him for all the nice things he said about them on air, but he remembered the explicit instructions from his publicist to keep a very low profile.
Ryan was always supportive and had been very professional during interviews with Jake all through the Brokeback Mountain hysteria. Jake respected him for that. Suddenly, he wondered for a moment if Adrian listened to Kiss FM.
Thinking of Adrian momentarily brought a smile to his face, but then, that feeling of anxious anticipation since their last meeting overwhelmed him. He had gone too far, he knew he had… Pushing Adrian’s buttons; wanting to see the reaction he would get.
Another friendship destroyed, even before it had started. Why did he always have to do this? Always let his passion interfer with his sense of logic. He knew better. Somehow he could never find affection that was equally reciprocated. The story of his life was filled either with unwelcome attention or unrequited devotion. It happened with Kirsten, with Austin , with Heath, and now, with Adrian .
He had that feeling deep in his stomach and he knew what that feeling meant; it had been three days. Adrian hadn't called…Adrian wasn't going to call.
… this is so fucked up…so fucked up…why am I even thinking this way…what the fuck is going on with me…
…get a grip man, this is reality here!
Three days though…three fucking days…oh well, whatever…like I care…
You don't care?
I don't! OK! OK!...maybe…maybe I do…well I must or it wouldn't bother me now would it?...I mean, what did I expect anyways…the guy’s a fucking movie star…a MOVIE STAR…and by the way… he was acting like he's highly adept at playing the game, why would he pull shit like that?...and why doesn’t he call?…what did I ever do to him?…it's courtesy, that's what it is…common courtesy…yeah at least call and say 'thanks’ or' nice hanging with ya’…no, but not Jake Gyllenhaal…he's too good for that…if he was here right now, I'd tell him…I'd let him have it…
So now it’s Jake’s fucking fault you are going gaga over him?
...fuck this is why I don’t do the whole love thing.
Love? Who is talking about love here…Ok Adrian you can officially be deemed insane…and please keep the cursing down!
It’s MY fucking head; I can curse all I want to!
Well for the record; next time you have a chance of getting down with a walking wet dream please don’t pass it up…
It’s not about the sex!!!
Yeah right…of course it isn’t?
No it’s not…it’s so much more complicated…
Adrian, oblivious to the world around him, pondered his predicament with his alter ego. His emotions were in havoc…it was a very long time since anyone had gotten to him like this. He was not equipped to handle it at all.
Riley scrutinized his friend, knowing the ice cold gaze was a screen that hid the mayhem inside. He would get like this when he lost one of the kids; and Riley knew better than to pry. Adrian usually handled things just fine by himself and yet this time he looked like he needed an intervention to stop sulking; He must have had lots of hopes and expectations for the patient he lost…
“Is my Friend Adrian in there somewhere?”
"Sorry Riley, sorry Man…just tons on my mind”, forcing the corners of his lips to curl in a sad smile.
"No problem buddy, I know you got a lot going on…I'm here for yea man, you know that…"
Adrian did know that. Adrian was so thankful to have a friend like Riley, someone who cared, someone who wasn't afraid to show that he cared, and someone who wasn't in this to fuck his head over.
"I know man, thanks…it's just work related…"
Riley had been thinking as much, but the moment Adrian said those words; he realized they were false. Adrian would never have mentioned it being about work if it was. "Yea, so you say…two blocks left, I'll race yea for a beer!"
Adrian smiled "you're on Amigo" and with a silent nod between friends, they continued their run at full speed.
Adrian had been running for years, beginning with Track and Field in Junior High , continuing through the senior year and into College. Adrian loved running, it was his stress release. When things didn't add up, when circumstances created chaos and when his emotions got the better of him, Adrian would run. Running created much needed clarity for him. Feeling the cool sweat running down the back of his shoulders, he felt in complete command; command of his body, his emotions and his destiny. Control was important to Adrian, he liked to be in charge, and he was nobody's fool. Nobody's, except for…
"Looks like it's going to be my turn to pick up the tab…" Adrian said with a smile, knowing that he let his friend win this one.
"You're on man, big time…how bout' we meet up tonight around 7 down at Kelsey's on Sierra Madre and get this party started!!" Riley exclaimed in typical frat-boy fashion.
"Sounds good" Adrian replied. Adrian kicked his runners off outside the front door watching as Riley ran into the condo, bolted up the stairs and headed for his shower.
Adrian decided to linger for a moment on the patio, contemplating the beauty around him. The Mountains to the north, with their snow tipped crests visible in the horizon. The rays of the morning sun spreading a hue of gold over the skyline. Just another day in southern California.
Two female passerby's, his new neighbors probably, waved to him; faces lit with smiles that lasted a little too long to be feigned.
A few moments later the guy from next door walk by with his dog stopping to ogle Adrian’s sweaty torso, "looking good!"
He hadn’t pegged the guy as anything but straight before. Adrian responded with a raised eyebrow, "well hey, a boys gotta try!"
So with a coupla smiles and a compliment his confidence was restored. Yeah, humans are shallow like that especially when they are hurting.
Now Adrian was proud of his body, and he had reason to be. He knew the impact his physique had on the female population, and a certain portion of the male population. He wasn't huge and bulky like a few of the 'California Beach Boy' types; he was lean, defined and chiseled. He worked hard to keep fit, alternating between a grueling weight training regimen, a lot of high impact cardio and a healthy diet with absolutely no red meat. He liked to delude himself it was simply about keeping fit and setting a good example for his patients, but somehow he knew it was all about moments like this; shallow but exillarating. The Riley hypothesis was that the need to compete for the attention of the queer 6% of the male population was the driving force behind the gay gym industry…maybe…right now he would settle for attention from one blue eyed guy; whose orientation he was not certain of.
After his cool down stretch, he walked into the condo to get ready to start his day. The time on the Kitchen clock was 7:07am. Adrian grabbed a cold bottled Evian, leaning against the granite countertop to savour this much-needed hydration.
His noticed the red light on his cell phone was flashing, indicating that he had missed a call. Who would be calling him this early in the morning on his day off? His mom? Was everything ok??! He reached over and grabbed his phone from the table looking at the call display for a clue…"private number".
"Private Number???", well obviously not someone from home or the hospital, he had everyone's numbers programmed. Who then? He opened the phone, pressed 'call send', entered his pin number and began listening to his message. His heart stopped. It was Jake.
…"Hi Adrian…this is Jake…ummm…Jake Gyllenhaal…you know…the actor guy…in case you forgot…ha-ha ( Adrian smiled loving the cuteness of his boyish voice, the innocence and nervousness behind it)…ummm…I don't know why I'm calling actually…just felt like the thing to do I guess…not that I always get up at 6:30 in the morning and make strange calls to men I hardly know…but…well…I guess what I'm trying to say is…it was really cool getting to know you…( Adrian smiled again)…it's kind of weird for me…you probably won't understand this, or, well, maybe you might, but…well it's not that easy making friends all the time…((Adrian understood)…I just wanted to let you know I had an awesome time with you the other day, and I know you're really really busy, but, well, I thought it was important that at least one of us called to let the other know that we're still alive ( Adrian didn’t miss the intended pun)…and…well…you're really cool Adrian…and I hope that what I did…well, you know…the whole massage thing…oh man, here I go…Adrian, I didn't mean to freak you out or anything, it's just that…I get a little …
"END OF MESSAGE" stated the pre-programmed voice…
"What the fuck??!! Adrian cursed and by force of habit pressed 2 to listen the his next message.
"SECOND MESSAGE" … Hi Adrian…Jake here again…you know…Jake Gyllnehaal…that same actor guy…anyways…I guess I got cut off…guess that's a hint huh, I do talk too much…hmmm…well, anyways…I'm not going to continue with this and embarrass myself…hope you're having a great day, week, or whatever…was at the Lakers game last night…we lost…I give up on that team…ha-ha…well I have an Atticus here demanding some attention…Atticus is my dog by the way…in case you were wondering…yea…I have two you know… so looks like I'm about to head out, if you ever feel like it…give me a shout and maybe we can hang sometime…if you want, maybe I'll introduce you to my boys…umm…I mean…the dogs, my dogs, Boo and Atticus…ok then Adrian…well, call sometime…only if you want…don't feel obligated or anything…I certainly wouldn't want you to feel obligated to me…in any way…ok then…bye Adrian…bye".
Adrian put down his cell phone, and for a moment felt like a complete heel. Jake had been waiting for him to call. Of course he had been, just because Jake was a celebrity doesn't mean he didn't deserve or expect the same chivalry that Adrian extended to all men that caught his attention; he realized now that he should have called him. . . Jake wasn't a little fucker messing with his mind. Not at all and Adrian knew this.
He let his head drop admitting to himself that cared about Jake, a lot. Just being in the presence of the young dreamer, the Prince of his dreams, made Adrian feel more alive and more sensual than he'd ever felt. He wanted to hold Jake in his arms. He wanted to protect him and care for him in a way that a contract in Hollywood never would.
And with that, it was settled. Adrian was going to shower, get dressed and…call Jake Gyllenhaal!
With a smile Adrian headed into his bedroom, stripping off his running shorts and socks. Riley's words ringing in his ears…" Let's get this party started…"