Collateral Ch. 18

It was a tad disappointing to wake up alone, but at least, he knew that he was going to be wrapped around the man again tonight, and the certainty of that thought was making him feel something, between a chuckle and something ticklish, right in the middle of his chest. His phone chimed from the nightstand, and he smiled as he read the message.

"Time to start cashing in your hard earned money from the construction site. The foreman has your paycheck, pick it up from him. Use your lunch break to go to the branch bank two blocks over from the site and open a bank account."

A bank account. In his name. Jake Lopez. Klaus had clearly listened. He pushed his face into the pillow to stifle a laugh. And it was honest money, not whatever shady deal Diaz chose to get Jake involved in. Neither was it the "charity" that Klaus provided him to buy clothes and the other costs of daily living. This was money he had earned, worked hard for and he could not help it as his chest filled with pride.

He got up, dressed and was out the door in record time, barely touching breakfast, at the risk of facing Agnes's disapproving looks. He could barely wait for the lunch break.

***

When he went to the trailer, Mr. Harrison, the foreman, had his paycheck as Klaus had said.

"Jake, this is your first month's pay since you started here. It came in while Mr. Metzger was in Germany, and in all the activity since his return, I forgot to give it to you. He reminded me this morning. Since this is your first check, you should look at the stub to make sure all of your time is there. You can choose to keep getting paid monthly or every two weeks from now on. Most guys choose every two weeks."

"Yes, two weeks sounds good, like the rest of the guys," said Jake.

He went out of the trailer, heading towards the gate while opening the envelope. He studied the pay stub carefully, sure enough, every day he had worked since the first day was included. Klaus had paid him from the very start.

His words to Diaz about him working for free, Jake now understood, were to distract Diaz from becoming too suspicious and it fit with his brother's opinion that Jake's worth was not that much. He took a deep breath, held his head up and nearly marched towards the bank.

He had been excited all right to get here, but now he felt like the bull in a china shop, except actually, no, he felt more like a mouse, seeing that he seemed so little and everything so big around him. The bank employees, busy working behind their desks, seemed too preoccupied to ask him what he wanted. The guard, though, was eyeing him warily.

He frowned. Yes, maybe this place was too fancy-schmancy for the likes of him. But it was not like he could just walk away, tail between his legs, and tell Klaus that he hadn't had the guts to do such a simple thing as opening a bank account. Well, simple for someone like Klaus. Not for someone like Jake, though, he had never been allowed one; Diaz had always controlled any money they had.

He pushed himself forward from where he had stood for what seemed like several minutes, and approached a clerk who didn't look busy at the moment.

"Hi, I am here to open up a bank account," Jake blurted out. The clerk looked him quickly up and down, but before he could speak, Jake swiftly added, "Mr. Metzger sent me ..."

The clerk's eyes widened, but he quickly tapped something on his keyboard.

"Right this way, Mr. Lopez," the man stood up and invited him to follow.

Mr. Lopez? That sounded weird as fuck. But anyway, it was not like he could run out the door. So he followed the clerk.

He read a name on the door in passing, and ... branch manager? Why was he seeing the branch manager? Was he in trouble already? He surreptitiously smelled himself. He had washed his hands and face before he went to get his paycheck, and his clothes did have some dirt on them from the work of the morning, but he didn't smell or anything.

"Mr. Lopez, welcome, please, take a seat," the branch manager, a man in his late 50s, pointed to an empty chair, after a short moment of hesitation. "Mr. Metzger informed us that you would be coming in to open an account with us. It is our pleasure to do business with Mr. Metzger's associates."

No matter how much they look like street trash, Jake completed that phrase in his mind. He knew what that purse of lips and quick looks in his direction meant. He felt almost tempted to grab a pen or something from the man's desk, just to see him jump. But that was not him. Not anymore. So he just waited for the man to do whatever he had to do.

"The message I have here says you have a paycheck to deposit; you need to open a savings account, with debit card access and set up an electronic deposit of your future paychecks, ... does that sound correct?" the man asked.

"Yes, yes, that's what I want," Jake responded quickly. Damn, he thought, Klaus had this covered A to Z.

He supplied answers to the perfunctory questions, as the man began to talk and enter the information into the computer.

"Home address? Same address as the driver's license you gave me here?" asked the manager.

Jake opened his mouth and then chose to shut it. He was going to leave with Klaus, and never to return home. Diaz's home. So it was much better to tell him Klaus's address instead. Yeah, much better.

Only he had no idea about what the address was.

"No, could you, please, give me a second?" he asked politely and fished out his phone.

The man threw him an odd look but said nothing. Should he call Klaus and ask him? No, maybe the guy was busy right now. As he browsed through the contact list, Jake was happy to see that all the important numbers had already been saved by Klaus, including one that said 'Home'.

Agnes's voice came through, as he turned slightly away from the manager.

"Metzger residence."

"Hi, Agnes. It's Jake, sorry to bother you," he mumbled. "Agnes, I am at the bank, depositing my paycheck, could you, please, tell me our home address?"

The small pause on the other side made him feel stupid for a second. But Agnes began jabbering, and Jake could swear the old lady was suddenly extremely happy for some reason. Oh shit, what did he just say? He wanted to add something, to cover that fuck-up, but Agnes began enunciating the address in a very loud voice, so he chose to just shut up for a change.

After telling him the address, Agnes asked, "What would you like to have for dinner Jake?"

"Uhm, what? I mean, sorry. Whatever you want."

"You must have a favorite food," Agnes insisted.

The banker was looking at him, but showing no sign of impatience. Probably the guy was still trying to wrap his head around what someone like Jake Lopez could have in common with someone like Klaus Metzger.

"Everything you cook is my favorite food," Jake replied quickly, and he thought honestly. "So, whatever you like."

He had to move the phone away from his ear. Agnes was either having a weird seizure, or was ... expressing her happiness?! Was she laughing?!

"See you tonight," he added quickly and smiled a bit after listening for a few seconds to a shower of unintelligible words, probably all German.

He told the branch manager the full address. If the guy recognized Klaus's home address, he was professional and gave no indication. Jake signed the paperwork and his check. The manager summoned a clerk with a crook of his finger to take the documents, then turned back to Jake.

"It will be three days before we can have a debit card sent by courier to your home, Mr. Lopez. Do you need some cash to use before your card arrives?"

Jake thought for a few seconds.

"Yes, how about a $100.00, in twenties?"

Minutes later, with money in his pocket, his money, the manager was escorting him through the bank towards the door. With a strong handshake, the manager wished him a good day and thanked him again for his business. Jake turned towards the entrance and began to hurry to get back to work. But, just as he was focused on the door, he saw the security guard move towards the front door as well.

What was going on now? It felt like something was amiss.

Jake tensed up as both he and the guard arrived at the door at nearly the same time. But, the guard was a step ahead of him and quickly opened the door, so Jake could exit.

"Have a good day, Sir," the guard said promptly as he ushered Jake through the door.

Jake walked into the sunshine nearly in a daze. What the fuck had just happened? He shook his head to clear it, and with a wide smile, suddenly realized that for the last 20 minutes he had been in Klaus Metzger's everyday world. He would have to get used to that he thought, as he headed quickly back to the job site.

***

"You missed dinner," Agnes said a bit reproachfully, but Klaus just smiled.

"I am sorry for that, Agnes. You know well that I cannot survive for too long without your cooking. Thompson brought me something while I finished up at the office. Did Jake have dinner?"

"Of course," Agnes replied. "He was not home late and ate a hearty meal."

Klaus smiled again, and, by the way, Agnes smiled back, he could see that he had not been missed that badly. Jake was starting to win over his staff, and he was happy with that.

"A hearty meal you say, what did he have?" Klaus inquired, he was curious as to what was behind Agnes's smile.

"I grilled him a large ribeye steak, one of his favorites, to celebrate his first paycheck," she stated somewhat proudly. "I also gave him a half glass of that cabernet you like so much, to go with it. He needs to get used to your business entertaining," she stated flatly, looking somewhat downward.

"Thank you, Agnes, that was very kind of you. What would I do without you?" he asked.

"Don't let me find out, now get out of my kitchen and go relax!" exclaimed Agnes and shooed him good-naturedly towards the door. Klaus laughed, bade her good night and headed upstairs.

The day had been too long, so he took the stairs two at a time, ignoring how much like a teenager he must have looked. When he pushed the door open to the bedroom, though, he chose to rein in his excitement. By the silence in the room, Jake was already asleep.

He turned up the dimmer on the room lights and smiled as he took in the handsome young man sprawled on the bed right across the middle. The faint glimmer of the chain running down Jake's back made his dick twitch. Yes, the boy did nothing by half. Maybe he could teach him new tricks. For now, this one seemed to work wonders.

He climbed on the bed and gently traced a long line, following the leash, stopping between Jake's buttocks.

"Hmm, surprise, surprise," he said to himself.

His enthusiastic lover had even taken upon himself to pre-lube. Apparently, Klaus wasn't the only one to think too many hours had gone with them being apart. Now, he could not let all that preparation go to waste. So he began to remove his clothes slowly, to make sure Jake remained asleep.

Jake shifted just a little as Klaus began to probe the muscled ass crack with his fingers. But even in his sleep, the young man began to yield, bucking his ass slightly upward, to allow Klaus's fingers to go deeper.

Klaus moved his hand lower to cup Jake's sack and suddenly felt the urge to just lean in and place his lips over his lover's balls. Jake whimpered at the contact. Klaus showed no hesitation when he just engulfed the boy's tight sack into his mouth.

"Mmm, Klaus?" Jake's drowsy voice made him smile.

Try to smile. It was not exactly an easy thing to do with a full mouth. But he let go, somewhat reluctantly.

"Were you expecting someone else?" he joked.

"Yeah, the Tooth Fairy," Jake snorted.

"Are you always lubing yourself for this particular imaginary character?"

"No," Jake snickered. "Also for Santa and the elves."

"I really need to put parental control on your phone. I believe you have been watching some kinky adult entertainment."

Jake turned on his back and used both his hands to drag Klaus's body over him. He wrapped his legs around Klaus's waist.

"You know, I was just in the middle of a nice dream," Jake said with a small, secretive smile.

"Did it involve Santa's elves?" Klaus joked.

"No!" Jake scowled. "It involved this," he added and pulled Klaus closer to kiss him.

It was amazing how the simple skin on skin contact and a kiss could ignite his inner fire, Klaus thought, as he kissed back.

"So ...will you fuck me?" Jake asked, as soon as they were both almost out of breath.

"You should be on top, though. I had a rough day," Klaus smirked.

Jake's eyes flashed with uncertainty, and Klaus caught too late the meaning of what he had just said. He pushed the rogue thought away. He made both of them roll over, to have Jake on top.

"Have you ever played cowboy?" he joked, to dispel the little tension in the air.

"Not with a dick in my ass," Jake smiled.

"There's a first time for everything," Klaus laughed and grabbed Jake's hips.

Jake was quick to act on directions, and that was one of his greatest assets. But Klaus could not stop himself from teasing a little, as Jake slowly began to impale himself on his lover's cock.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" he teased.

Jake threw him a questioning look, panting slightly.

"The leash," Klaus opened one hand.

Jake was quick to obey, reaching for his neck to adjust the collar and get hold of the chain and then hand it to Klaus.

"Hmm, good boy," then Klaus yanked the leash to cause Jake to fall forward and crash their chests together. "Yes, definitely better," he emphasized his words with a short bucking of his hips that made Jake's breath hitch in his chest.

He didn't let go of the leash and used the other hand to steady Jake so he could pound into him from below.

"Fuck," Jake groaned. "I thought I was supposed to ride you. Weren't you tired or something?"

"What can I say?" Klaus dragged his lover closer by the leash. "You give me strength."

Jake smiled in return. And Klaus watched, hungry for the play of emotions on the young man's face, the small surprise, the wonder at what he felt, the satisfaction, the naked desire, growing with each thrust.

He knew he was getting closer. In this position, Jake's ass was just squeezing tighter, and Klaus had gone an entire day without having his lover close.

"And now you ride," he released the leash, allowing Jake to straighten up and use him as a sex toy.

"So frigging great," Jake whimpered, seemingly just as affected. "I can feel you so deep in me."

The chain was bouncing slightly against Jake's taut muscles, as the young man increased his rhythm. And it would have been such a terrible lie to say that that display was not erotic and heightened his pleasure. Jake was pumping his cock fast, closer and closer to the edge. Now Klaus was the one in need of confirmations.

"Do you want me to come in your ass, Jake?"

"Yes, yes, yes," the young man whispered his mantra in return.

"Do you want me to fill you good?"

"Yes, fuck, yes!" Jake's words came out a strangled shout.

"Then let me see you come first, all over me. Come for me, Jake!"

Jake could no longer articulate words, as his hand began pumping harder. For Klaus, the warm droplets hitting him everywhere were the trigger he was waiting for, giving them both the satisfaction they needed.

***

Days were setting in a rhythm of their own. But both of them knew what had remained unsaid between them. Klaus could tell when Jake was nervous.

"Hitting the controls harder will not make you more effective at your game," he commented as he continued his work at the computer.

"Sorry," Jake mumbled. "I should just go to my room and let you work."

"Stop chastising yourself. You are relieving me of my duty like this," Klaus joked, closing the documents he had been working on for the last two hours. "I finished. So now I am quite prepared to learn what is eating at you."

He turned the rotating chair and looked straight at Jake. Linking his fingers and setting his chin on them, he took in the young man's tense posture.

"Jake," he called softly. "I cannot help you if you do not talk. Is this about that scar? It is all right. I do not need to know if it causes you so much pain. I would like to learn everything about you, but I cannot stand you feeling so miserable."

Jake's response was a self-deprecating snort.

"I have to tell you about it, anyway," he said.

"You do not have ..."

"Yeah, I do. Otherwise, I'll just be a fraud."

Klaus chose to remain silent.

"What?" Jake spoke slowly. "Aren't you going to tell me nothing would change your opinion or something? You know, like in the movies?"

"I do not need to say it. You already know it."

"I do?" dark eyes shot back at him, the hurt in them almost too much to bear.

"Yes, Jake, you do," Klaus replied shortly.

Jake wiped his hands on his jeans and looked away.

"That scar ... I have had it since I was nine. I was with my parents. Diaz was away, somewhere with friends, on a vacation or something."

Jake stopped for a few seconds and took a deep breath.

"We were in the car, coming back from another family my parents were friends with. And I ... I was a total brat. I kept nagging my dad about some shitty action figure I wanted. My mom was getting annoyed with me, telling me to stop it and be quiet. But, I kept going on and on and on. And then, at some point, my father turned and told me that misbehaving will not make me a better son."

Jake clenched his hands together nervously and stared at them, his lips set in a deep grim line.

"I yelled at him that I didn't want to be a better son. All I wanted was the damn toy. To this day, I cannot stand superheroes," he added with a small, anxious laugh. "My father seemed hurt as he looked at me. He ... opened his mouth to say something more, and there was this big bright light from the front and ..." Jake's words got lost in a small choking sound.

Klaus chose to wait, doing nothing but look at the young man he had grown so fond of.

"I don't remember much after that. It was like the air was pushed out of my lungs and there was this sharp pain out of nowhere. I was in the hospital when I woke up, days later. I had this arm all wrapped up. I heard the nurse saying something to another that I was a lucky kid to have kept it. And then, Diaz came. And he looked like hell. And he told me, when I asked about mom and dad, that they're gone, and they're never coming back. I didn't get to be at the funeral. I didn't get to see them one last time."

Klaus stood up slowly and sat on the couch next to Jake. He moved with infinite care, taking the young man in his arms and pulling his head against his chest, letting him sob a little and express his pain. He didn't say anything and just caressed Jake's raven hair for minutes.

Jake eventually was able to continue.

"I guess Superman and the gang were not on duty that day," he spoke. "I told Diaz that ... I was the one responsible. All right, maybe not like this. Maybe I said I killed them. And that is why he hates me, even now."

"Jake," Klaus took the boy's head in his hands and forced him to look up. "You did not kill your parents. It was an accident."

"I shouldn't have behaved like that," Jake shook his head. "And Diaz said ..."

"Fuck Diaz," Klaus cut his lover's words short. "He was hurt, naturally. At least, he was lucky he still had his little brother. That he was not left all alone in the world."

"I think he would have rather been alone. There were many things he couldn't do because of me."

"And I have the very distinct feeling that you kept your brother out of serious trouble over the years especially because he could not do everything that he wanted to do."

Maybe he was not the right person to deal with this sort of things. Human emotion usually made him feel awkward, but the boy in his arms deserved the effort. So he continued to hold Jake close, as close as he could, almost squeezing him, and wanting nothing more than to push away all that old pain.