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On one of his visits to the past, Jacob ends up in old New York, he went there for no specific reason, he just needed a place to breathe, and with the new laws and agreement with the peculiarities of the United States it was safe to walk around there.
He bought a hamburger and fries, he managed not to laugh in the attendant's face when he said the price, which was a joke in our current times, he took the bag and went to a bench in the square.
He was tired of everything, he loved his new family and he knew they loved him, but sometimes he felt left out and overwhelmed, he knows that feeling he's felt it his whole life.
He misses his old family, his arrogant, explosive and crazy parents that he loved so much. His mind tries to remind him of what they did to him, even though they thought it was right, it hurt so much, the way they looked at him like a crazy person hurt him deeply.
If he could come back...
"Hey, is this seat occupied?"
He was brought out of his thoughts by a deep voice, he looked up to find familiar blue eyes meeting him and a gentle smile.
"You can sit..."
The man who looked to be young, under 25, sat next to him also eating a burger, he looked so familiar but Jacob couldn't tell exactly what it was.
"Is there something on my face?" The man asked pointing to his face.
Jacob blushed realizing he had been staring for too long, he looked at the rest of his burger that was on his lap, he heard a laugh, he looked back at the indignant stranger he was laughing at, but found a heated smile instead.
It would be a lie to say that it didn't make your stomach turn.
"I'm sorry but do we know each other?"
"I feel like I know you from somewhere"
The two spoke in unison, drawing a forced and embarrassed laugh from both of them.
"You look so familiar" Jacob said trying to remember if it was in a movie that he saw that passionate face looking at someone, maybe in a photograph...
"We have the same eyes" The stranger pointed to his equally blue eyes of the mysterious man in front of him, I think his own was covered by his bangs, because the last thing he noticed before freezing was the man running his hand through his hair to get out of your eyes.
Jacob wanted to bury himself, he didn't move away, it seemed like there was no one around, they were in a park and all he could hear was each other's breathing and the birds singing.
"I'm having some problems, I've been through so much but I still feel like I haven't found myself"
Jacob doesn't know why he was talking to that man about personal problems, but that hand so close to his face let his guard down. He waited for the man to leave but he just kept smiling, he moved his hand away from Jacob's face, who felt bad at the loss of contact even though he didn't want to admit it, the boy put his hand behind his shoulders on the bench.
"What kind of problems? Maybe I can help, sometimes we just need someone to listen to us" He looked deep into his soul and Jacob thought he was judging his soul "Any problems with family? Work? Family? Girls?" Pause "Or maybe with boys?"
Jacob is a dead man.
Was that man really flirting with him? Jacob never really felt attracted to another man (Okay that was a lie, maybe he was caught looking at his old Ricky in a not very platonic way) but he thought it was normal to find a lot of people beautiful, just because he was straight didn't mean he couldn't finding cute boys, and they were very...
Maybe Jacob isn't as straight as he thought.
"Yes to everything, and I think I have a boy problem right now" Jacob was terrible at flirting but it seemed to work.
The man came closer to him, placing his hand on his shoulders, the rest of their lunch was forgotten and thrown to the floor where some pigeons were already eating excitedly.
"Would you call that a problem?" The handsome man (it was a good word to describe him, Jacob admitted) placed his mouth on her cheek, staying there.
"Not at all" Jacob being impulsive the way his friends described him, kissed him full on the lips. The man was startled but immediately reciprocated, passing his hand around his waist while the other passed around his neck.
Another man's mouth wasn't that different from a girl's, it was rougher and the stubble brushed against his skin, but it was still a kiss, a very hot kiss.
They kissed for several minutes, running their hands over each other's bodies while still sitting, at that moment it was just the two of them, Jacob forgot everything, Emma's troubled relationship and his new passion with Noor, when, too quickly for his liking, the man walked away too quickly.
"I don't think we should have done this out in the open" the man said giving a painful reminder to Jacob that he was not in his time.
"That was good, I've never kissed a man before" He falou recovering from the hot kiss.
"I've done this a few times, but never with a boy as handsome as you" The handsome boy stood up before pointing to Jacob's coat pocket "As much as I wanted to ask you out on a date, I think you'd better go back to your time Before you create problems, you seem like an incredible person" He said with a sad expression, Jacob didn't understand what he meant when he felt in his pocket and found his cell phone. Shit.
Wait, does that mean the handsome man...
"Are you a peculiar too?" His mouth released before he could stop himself.
"A peculiar always recognizes an equal" The man gave one last smile that Jacob could look at all night. "What is your name?"
"Jacob" He stuttered getting up from the bench as well.
"I hope you find what you're looking for, I'm sorry I didn't stay, but I have matters to attend to and it seems like we have opposite paths" He said almost with pain, or Jacob wanted to think so. The man spoke the words that would haunt his dreams later.
"AND JACOB, NEVER FORGET ME"
The man started to run before Jacob chased after him.
"Wait what's your name?" Jacob didn't want that, he didn't want to say goodbye, he didn't know why he was so attracted to that handsome man, as if he had already met him.
"Abe, Abraham Portman"
Jacob found himself face down on the hot ground faster than he could have expected, the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth.
Of all people, in any time, he had to kiss his grandfather.
He was a dead man.
Of course his grandfather came back to help him, he seemed to be joking but was worried about Jacob's nose bleeding.
Knowing that the young man he now remembered was his grandfather from the photographs didn't make Jacob pull away from the older man's warm, strong grip.
"I'm Jacob Portman, I'm your grandson" He said.
It was Abe's turn to fall to the ground.
Jacob was suspicious that they were the same person in another life.