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Nᥲmᥱ of fιᥴ: Sᥲᥴrιfιᥴᥱ
Pᥲιrιᥒg: Mιkᥱ MᥴLᥙskყ x OMC (Jᥲᥴob)
Pᥣot sᥙmmᥲrყ: Jᥲᥴob Stᥱvᥱᥒs ᥙsᥱd to ᥕork for Mιᥣo Sᥙᥒtᥱr ᥲᥒd ᥕᥲs kᥒoᥕᥒ ᥲs thᥱ Wιᥒtᥱr Soᥣdιᥱr. Whᥱᥒ Mιkᥱ fιᥒds hιm oᥒ ᥲ fᥲrm to hᥱᥣρ hιm ᥴᥲρtᥙrᥱ Mιᥣo. Whᥱᥒ hᥱ ᥲgrᥱᥱs to ιt, hᥱ fιᥒds Irιs ᥕho hᥱ ᥙsᥱd to gᥙᥲrd hᥱr ᥕhᥱᥒ shᥱ ᥕᥲs ᥕorkιᥒg. Throᥙghoᥙt thιs strᥱssfᥙᥣ sιtᥙᥲtιoᥒ, Jᥲᥴob dᥱvᥱᥣoρs fᥱᥱᥣιᥒgs for Mιkᥱ. Whᥲt ᥕιᥣᥣ hᥲρρᥱᥒ ᥕhᥱᥒ Mιᥣo mᥱᥱts Jᥲᥴob ᥲgᥲιᥒ?
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Jᥲᥴob Stᥱvᥱᥒs [Googᥣᥱ Doᥴ ρrofιᥣᥱ - hᥱrᥱ]
Kingstown was a small town, but with a high crime rate. Everybody wanted to get out, but had a hard time doing that. Was it because they were scared?
That’s what Jacob thought.
He was currently on the outskirts of Kingstown, where he was on a farm. He loved horseback riding, so whenever he had the chance, he would escape the town and do what he loved. Even though, drawing and painting was also what he loved, it was his job.
And he needed to escape that too.
He was putting away his favourite horse, Buttercup –which is what he called it– until he heard the sound of a car pulling up on the muddy path. He didn’t recognise the model of the car or the number plate on it either.
“What the-?” He mumbled to himself as he closed the stable door behind him.
His dark brown eyes stared at the guy, who was getting out of the drivers seat. The man was wearing a navy-coloured suit with dark sunglasses. He had dark brown hair that was quite short. Jacob didn’t see the colour of his eyes.
“Can I help you?” He called out to the man as he slowly walked over to him.
“Yes… are you Jacob Stevens?” The man replied.
“Perhaps. Who’s asking?”
The person then took off his sunglasses and put them in his pocket.
His eyes were grey, he just realised.
“The name’s Mike McLusky. I help keep the peace in this town.” The guy – who he now knew was named Mike – said to him, putting his hands in his pockets. “I heard you used to work with Milo Sunter?”
“Yeah… what is it to you?” He muttered.
Mike sighed as he put his hands in his trouser pockets.
“Look. There is chaos inside and outside of the prison. Of course I don’t blame the gangs for what is happening-” Mike started to explain.
Jacob raised an eyebrow at him.
“Okay that’s false, but I do need your help.” Mike finished his explanation.
“If it’s to do with Milo, count me out. I’m not dealing with that fuckin’ bastard.” Jacob exhaled. Milo was a dick, he would say to himself every single day of working with him. It felt like he was working for him and not working with him.
“I know about your father, Brody. He’s currently in the male prison at the moment-” Jacob interrupted him.
“-not for much longer if the guards decide to torture everyone in there for fuck all.”
Mike hesistated his words as he looked at his surroundings, licking his lips. Jacob’s eyes following the movement of Mike’s tongue. He was proudly gay, even though when he was younger, his father hated him revealing his sexuality. He would always say to his son,
“You are never going to live in this town, with people thinking that you are gay. Bad people are going to attack you, physically, emotionally and mentally! You. Are. Going. To. Die. Here.”
But now that he had grown up, he didn’t really care what everyone was thinking about him. He had the right skills, as an ex-assassin, to handle anyone that gets in his way. And was this Mike guy making him fall in love with him?
He wasn’t sure yet.
“Okay, fuck. Look, I’ll cut you a deal.” Mike sighed.
“What deal?” Jacob crossed his arms as he looked at him.
“I’ll get the guards to stop all this shit. I have this plan in my head involving the leaders. That way I can protect your father in prison. In exchange, you can help me with Milo.” Mike explained.
All that Jacob could do was laugh. He shook his head as he noticed Mike raising his eyebrows at him.
“You really think I give a shit about my father after everything he has done to my life?” Jacob retorted, gesturing with his hands. He then took a flask out of his jacket pocket and twisting the lid off of it, sipping it. Inside of the flask was whiskey.
It was his guilty alcoholic drink. It was only 12 in the afternoon so he was technically allowed to drink.
“He was a disgrace of a father. I don’t care if he fucking gets murdered in that shithole.”
“What was he in for exactly?” Mike asked him.
Jacob chuckled silently. It was ironic how and why his father was in prison.
“You won’t believe it…” He smirked to himself.
“Try me.”
“...sexual assault of a minor. And the minor was a 13 year old boy.”
Jacob saw Mike’s eyes open wide as he exhaled with the information that Jacob just gave him.
“Shit. Wow.” Is all that Mike could say as he licked his lips again. Jacob’s eyes was again following the movement of Mike’s tongue yet again. He couldn’t help it. “Is there… anything else I can do then?” Mike asked him.
Jacob hesitated for a moment.
If Mike’s idea was to put Milo away for good, maybe he could help him. All Jacob saw was Mike sighing and walking away. This was the only opportunity to take revenge on the second man who ruined his life.
“Wait!” He called out to Mike. He then saw Mike turn back around and just stand in his new spot.
“What?” Mike replied, sighing.
“I’ll help you, okay?”
Mike just chuckled and shook his head. “Okay then.” He then walked back towards Jacob and took out a business card. His assistant probably made them to gain more customers. Mike exhaled quickly as Jacob just stared at him.
“My… business card. So you know where my office is.” Mike cleared his throat.
“Mh-hm.” Jacob hummed as he took the card out of Mike’s left hand. “Got it.”
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Jacob arrived at Mike’s new office on his motorbike. He put it on standby as he stopped the engine and climbed off of the vehicle. He then walked through the front door and his eyes were on the woman behind a desk. She had black hair and unmistakably round eyes.
“Hi? Are you here for an appointment with Mike?” She asked him.
Jacob exhaled, putting his hands on his hips.
“Uh– I don’t really have an appointment with him…” Jacob was about to explain until Mike came out of his office.
“Rebecca, it’s fine. He’s helping me with the Milo situation.” Mike acknowledged, nodding at Jacob.
“Uh, okay that’s fine. Well Mike, you’re done for the day.” Rebecca said to him.
Mike just nodded.
“Don’t worry, I’ll lock up the office when I’m done.” Mike reassured her. “Go. I’ll take care of this okay?”
Rebecca just nodded as she gathered up her things and headed for the door. That left Mike and Jacob alone in the waiting room. Jacob then watched as Mike wandered to his office and he couldn’t stop staring at his ass as Mike walked away.
He had to admit that Mike did have a great ass.
Jacob eventually got out of his daydream and slowly followed Mike to his office. Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he then saw the very woman he was not expecting to see.
“Iris? What the fuck are you doing here?” Jacob exclaimed.
Iris’s eyes widen as she got up from Mike’s sofa and stood there, frozen as hell. She couldn’t believe who was in the same room as her.
“Jacob?” Is all that she could say.
Mike was standing on the other side of the office, confused as to the situation that was happening in front of him.
“How do you know each other?” Mike asked the both of them.
“Milo.” Both Iris and Jacob said together; Iris in her Southern accent and Jacob in his Spanish accent.
Mike sighed. “Of course it’s Milo.”
“How-how have you been?” Jacob asked Iris.
“I should ask you the same thing.” Iris retorted. “How have you escaped him?” She asked him.
“I haven’t. He still thinks I’m with that Joesph bastard and protecting you. But of course, what he doesn’t know, is that I haven’t seen you since you went to New York.” He said to Iris.
Iris just nodded.
“You were her… bodyguard?” Mike asked Jacob.
“I guess you can say that.” He shrugged.
Mike went over to the coffee jug and poured himself a cup of coffee. He then sipped it and went over to his desk, sitting at it.
“Okay then. Iris, I would suggest going somewhere safe. Me and Jacob will handle this. I have a plan.” He would say, but of course Iris would defend herself.
“I don’t need protection Mike. Don’t take me to Witness Protection again!” Iris said to Mike.
“Iris… you remember my brother Jonathan?” Jacob would chime into the ‘argument’ as he saw Mike sigh, putting his head in his hands.
“Hmm… yeah I do. Why?”
“If you want, you can go visit him. Milo doesn’t know him, I’m assuming Mike took the tracker out of you, right?” Jacob asked her, to which Iris nodded.
Mike’s head perked up from his hands, quite interested in Iris and Jacob’s conversation.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother-”
“Iris. Milo is a dickhead, you know that. You will be safe with Jonathan, okay? And don’t get any ideas of escaping.” Jacob told her.
“...okay.” Iris mumbled under her breath.
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After Jacob sent Iris to his brother’s Jonathan’s house, which was on the outskirts of Kingstown, Jacob and Mike were standing nearby Mike’s car and Jacob’s motorbike. They were both parked in the car park, just outside of Mike’s office.
“So what should we do first?” Jacob asked him.
“Well, I gotta go and see Bunny and tell him the plan.” Mike said to Jacob.
“Bunny? You mean the leader of the Crips? What is your idea exactly?” Jacob crossed his arms and leaned against his motorbike, his helmet on the handlebars.
“I’m putting every single gang leader in the Kingstown prison. The chaos outside the place is influenced by the chaos inside of the place. They need to regroup and pick new leaders.”
“Are you fucking insane? What the hell are you trying to do here? What if they all get killed in there?” Jacob shouted at him.
“Do you have a better idea?” Mike retorted.
Jacob sighed as he put his hands on his hips, shaking his head.
“I guess not, but-”
“Okay good. It’s getting late. We should… stay in the same place tonight so we can talk about how we’re going to do this in the morning.” Mike suggested. “If you keep your motorbike here, you can carpool with me to Bunny’s place and then to the cabin.”
“Are you sure it’s safe here?” Jacob said.
“Yeah don’t worry.”
Jacob just nodded as he walked up to Mike’s car. They both jumped into his car; Jacob in the front passenger seat and Mike in the drivers seat, and they both drove to Bunny’s new territory.
They both got out of the car and they walked toward the abandoned dry cleaners. Mike then knocked on the garage door and one of Bunny’s gang members let them both through, much to Mike’s surprise.
They got up to the rooftop and saw Bunny sitting on the edge of the balanced roof.
“Bunny.” Mike called out to him. The guy got up and nodded at Mike. He then saw Jacob and was surprised at seeing him. He hasn’t seen him since he asked Jacob for a self-portrait of himself.
“Mike. Jacob.” Bunny faltered on his words.
“Hey Bunny. Haven’t seen you for a while.”
Bunny went over to Jacob and pulling him into a handshake, then giving him a hug.
“You too. So Mike, what are you doing here man?” Bunny asked Mike.
“I have an idea. It’s a bold move, but it’s the only idea that might work.” Mike explained to Bunny.
Bunny crossed his arms as Mike explained to him the idea that he said to Jacob. Jacob just stood there as Mike finished explaining his idea and then Bunny getting a bit agitated at it.
“Mike. What are you trying to fucking do to me, man?” Bunny snapped at him, nearly pressing a finger against Mike’s chest.
“I’m giving Kingstown a chance Bunny! There is people getting killed every single minute and I don’t want this to happen any more!” Mike shouted back at Bunny.
“And you think putting me in a fucking prison is going to do anything?”
“If there are new leaders inside of the prison, there’s gonna be peace outside. The prisoners won’t be killed every single day by the guards. And I won’t stand by that. Do you have any other idea other than that?” Mike asked him, still a bit taken aback from Bunny’s reaction.
Jacob decided to intervene and placed both hands on Mike’s shoulders. “Mike, just calm down. Let him take this idea into his head for a moment.”
Mike just sighed, slowly calming down and sighing.
“Bunny. I was against this idea as well. I don’t want you to get killed in there. But Mike might be right. This is might be the only chance of bringing peace here in this shitty little town.” Jacob calmly explained to Bunny.
Bunny considered Jacob’s words and sighed slowly.
“Fine. But if I’m in the shit, you’re done for.” Bunny pointed at Mike as Mike walked away, opening the rooftop door and making his way downstairs.
“Yeah, yeah…” Mike trailed off as he walked off. “I’ll send you details okay?”
“Fuck you Mike!”
Jacob just nodded as he followed Mike.
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Once back in the car, Mike’s hands were on the steering wheel. Jacob was looking out of the window at the beautiful scenery outside. Of course, just like the farm, Mike’s cabin was on the outskirts of the town.
So before they came up to the steep hill, Mike sent some messages to Bunny and the police department about the idea he had.
“Why are you texting them back now? Why don’t you wait until you get to your cabin?” Jacob asked him.
“You’ll see.”
Mike just smirked at Jacob as the car went up the hill. Mike pointed at his phone, nodding at it. Jacob’s brown eyes as he looked over at Mike’s phone.
“Keep an eye on the signal.” Mike simply said.
Just then, the signal went from full bars to none. There was no signal whatsoever.
Jacob began to chuckle under his breath. “No signal huh?”
“Nope. Won’t get any messages until we go over the hill again, back into Kingstown. So we can get some peace and quiet.”
“Finally some fucking peace and quiet from the chaos in this town…” Jacob mumbled.
“Agreed.” Mike finally chuckled softly as he turned the corner to the dirt path, leading to his cabin. “Definitely fucking agree with you there.”
As they arrived at the cabin, they had a few moments to settle down. Mike asked Jacob to go out and get some firewood. Jacob did just that and came back to see Mike, smoking on the deck outside of his cabin. He was still in his suit and was leaning against a wooden pillar. He also had a glass of something liquid in his other hand.
Jacob was wearing a lumberjack top –which was red, green, white and black colours in a tartan pattern – with tight denim jeans, thick winter boots and gloves that he wore to chop down wood. His sleeves were rolled up as he was carrying at least 4-5 big logs in his arms. Once he got to Mike, he placed the logs down on the ground and sighed, wiping his head from the sweat.
He noticed Mike was staring at him and he thought to himself, ‘Was he checking me out or…?’ Nah. Why would this handsome 50-something year old man fall for a 32 year old man who used to be a silent but deadly assassin for Milo Sunter and now is a freelance artist, who is willing to forget about that experience?
“Jacob. Can I ask something?” Mike said as he sat down on the nearby chair.
“Yeah sure.”
“What were you doing when you were working for him?” Mike asked him, Jacob knowing he was on about Milo.
He just sighed as he dropped down to sit next to Mike, on the deck.
“I was an assassin. Killing people for him. The silent but deadly type. I specialised in firearms and hand-to-hand combat. I was also known as the Winter Soldier, cause of my amazing talent of fighting.” Jacob began to explain. “My main duty was protect Iris. But once she went to New York, I decided to not to follow her. I stayed here, not letting Milo know where I was, hiding out in the farm you met me in.”
“Did he put a tracker in you?” Mike asked him.
“No. He trusted me enough not to do that. So he didn’t have no idea that I was still in Kingstown… wish I could leave this place, but- I feel like I can’t.”
“Why can’t you?”
“I feel like I’m trapped here…” Jacob trailed off before looking up at Mike. “What about you? Are you stuck here?”
Mike just shook his head.
“I guess so? I was going to do a cooking class in Wyoming until all hell broke loose. My mother isn’t very proud of me. I had to take over my brother’s job after he got shot by one of Milo’s thugs.”
“I heard. I’m sorry for your loss. Milo shouldn’t have done that.” Jacob said sadly, looking down at his hands, that were fidgeting with each other.
“It’s okay, it wasn’t your fault.”
Jacob then also shook his head.
“No, no. Mitch shouldn’t have been killed by that fucking bastard. If I was there, I would’ve killed that guy who killed your brother. I would’ve been in that prison for life for that, but I wouldn’t have cared-” Jacob explained to Mike.
“-and I wouldn’t have let you.”
Jacob was surprised at Mike’s words. “What?”
“I wouldn’t have let you. Don’t think Mitch would’ve let you either.” Mike admitted to him. “I was… upset that he got shot, but this would’ve happen either way.”
Jacob just nodded.
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A few moments later, they were both in the cabin. Mike was sitting on the bed whilst Jacob was in the bathroom, standing in the shower. Mike took off his suit jacket, tie and white tight Oxford shirt, leaving a loose white tee. He also took off his shoes as well.
Mike then got up and leaned against the doorway between the bathroom and the bedroom, of course he wasn’t looking at Jacob’s naked form.
“You okay?” Jacob heard Mike’s deep voice as he scrubbed himself with a loofah and some mint body wash.
“Yeah. It’s been a while since I’ve had a shower. I normally have baths back at my place.” Jacob acknowledged.
Mike just hummed. “Do you want any tea?” He asked him.
“Sure.”
Mike nodded, even though Jacob couldn’t see it, and went into the kitchen to make some cinnamon tea for the both of them. Afterwards, he grabbed both cups and paused as soon as he got to the bathroom. He then cleared his throat to try and get Jacob’s attention.
“I got your tea. You decent?” Mike asked him.
“It’s fine Mike. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before, right?” Jacob chuckled softly. “You can come in.”
Jacob watched as Mike slowly walked into the bathroom and placed down Jacob’s cup of tea on a nearby counter. He kept his own cup in his own hands as he sipped it gently before placing it down next to Jacob’s.
Mike realised that he could see all of Jacob’s naked body and visibly gulped at the thought of what he could do with that body.
“Thanks.” Jacob slightly smiled at Mike. “Is that… cinnamon?”
“Mh-hm. You like cinnamon?”
“I love it.”
Mike smiled at Jacob before sitting on the toilet seat, which was directly opposite the shower.
“Am I sleeping on the couch or..?” Jacob finally said after a moment.
“If you want. We’re both grown men. We can share the same bed without it getting awkward.” Mike responded.
Jacob just stared at him, slightly smirking and tried to splash Mike with the water.
Mike didn’t get splashed with any water but chuckled at the failed attempt.
“You don’t want to start that darling, seriously.” He beamed at Jacob. “I just suggested that, that’s all.”
Jacob slightly blushed at the nickname that Mike had given him, especially in his American accent. “And I asked if I should sleep on the couch cause I don’t think I can contain myself in that king-sized bed of yours.”
The light-haired man noticed the dark-haired man staring at him. Was it lust in those blue-grey eyes? Jacob didn’t know, but he did watch Mike get up from his seat and walk over to him. He then went in the shower, standing underneath the shower head, getting his hair, shirt and trousers wet.
“Of course… unless you want to make it awkward- that was a bad pickup line, I’m sorry.” Mike laughed, closing his eyes and shaking his head. He wasn’t really expecting Jacob to laugh as well.
Mike then felt a hand on his face. His face was slightly bruised after the last conflict he had. Apparently, it was still kinda there. He slowly opened his eyes and saw Jacob’s hand on his left cheek. His thumb was caressing the place where his bruise was.
“That was awkward, but… you tried your best I guess.” Jacob chuckled. “Where’s this bruise from?” He then asked him softly as his Spanish accent was as clear as day.
“You heard about the riot in the prison that happened recently, right?” Mike told him.
“Of course.”
“I guess it was from that. Or… I don’t know. Don’t know where it’s from, to be honest.” Mike shrugged his shoulders. “It just stayed there.”
Jacob slightly smiled as he kept caressing his bruised cheek as his brown eyes stared into Mike’s blue-grey ones.
“I don’t know how you’re gonna react with what I’m going to do here, but hopefully you’re not gonna punch me or anything like that.”
Mike raised his eyebrow confusingly as he looked at Jacob.
Jacob took a deep breath before deciding to move closer towards Mike, placing his other hand on his other cheek. It looked like Mike wasn’t moving away anytime soon, so Jacob then went for it. His lips brushed Mike’s; softly, delicately, like butterfly wings, just long enough that he could inhale Mike’s breath.
It felt like Mike enjoyed it. He had kissed men before, or he kissed women like this before.
Of course Jacob wasn’t expecting Mike’s lips mashing against his, as if he was trying to flatten and destroy it. Jacob hungrily pushed back, his mouth open. The bristles of Jacob’s goatee scratched against Mike’s soft cheeks. Mike gripped his head firmly, as if to keep him from escaping. He worked Jacob’s mouth against his, their tongues battling back and forth like wrestlers, each trying to pin the other.
They both pulled away, breathing heavily as they looked at each other.
“I-I didn’t know that you were…” Jacob hesitantly said to Mike.
“Well, you never ask, did you?” Mike smirked at him.
