A/N: It's been brought to my attention from one of the reviews/comments that there wasn't any warnings for the story and it could bother some readers. For the anon whom commented and other potential readers I've updated the warnings in the summary and for the next few chapters there will be another warning at the top of the fic. If you do know what you're reading, warnings and all, and are okay with it you can skip over these author notes. I'm sorry to anyone who has been triggered by the fic and/or bothered by some of the things written because you weren't previously informed.

March 15, 2010

Jake slowly woke to sound of his iPod dock blaring out one of his favourite rock songs. He gently turned his head to look at the man behind him, he rested his hand on the arm around his waist. He liked doing this, just watching his father sleep. Jake gently shook the man after a few moments.

"Dad, time to get up. It's my birthday!" He whispered excitedly, the man still lost in slumber moved closer to Jake's back and wrapped his arms tighter. The boy stretched his arm to silence the music then turned back to man.

"Dad, wake up." He sang gently, twisting his entire body to face him. He gently began to press kisses across the man's face. Jake gently kissed the man's lips, grasping the back of the man's neck and massaging.

"Wake. Up." He whispered repeatedly through the kisses he was placing down the man's body. Jake had now reached the man's pajama bottoms.

"You know, it's my birthday. You should be doing this to me, not the other way around." The boy giggled at his own joke, in all truthfulness, he hadn't minded one bit. Jake loved to pleasure the man, loved the way he could make him squirm with a different twist of his hand or stumbling upon another sensitive spot on his body.

When he was younger, he wasn't practiced. Jake didn't understand how the human body needed to be touched, how it reacted, but now he was a well oiled machine at this. It was exactly like their grocery routine, practiced, with every movement they became more in sync. He looks back sometimes and just laughs about how naive he was. Like when he first saw his father's cock, he was flushed and stumbling like a fool. Now it's a common occurrence.

He felt the man beginning to get hard through his pants, he felt a grin slip over his face. Jake knew his father was awake, he was a light sleeper, but if he wanted to play this way then he would play along. He slipped his hand through the front of the bottoms, pulling the man out while he withdrew his hand.

"This what you want, Daddy?" Jake said slipping the head into his mouth and sucking lightly before quickly swallowing the rest into his wet mouth. He flickered his eyes up to the man's face, eyes scrunched closed and biting his lip to keep in the moans. Jake pulled off with a pop. A bright smile spread across his face as he struggled his way up the bed, fighting against the large dark blue comforter. Once he got beside his father, he kissed him fully on the lips, accepting the man's tongue into his mouth and responding happily. As he pulled away, the smile returned.

"It's my birthday."

"I know, how could I forget when no matter how old you turn, you act like you're a five year old." The man joked lightly.

"You love me anyway. So, hah! It's your fault I'm crazy, I'm your son." Jake said laughing as he started making faces at the older man. After laughing at himself again, he grabbed at the large button up shirt at the side of the bed and got up. Putting his arms through his father's oversize shirt and buttoning few buttons, he began to skip away. An arm around his waist stopped him from continuing.

"Where do you think you're going, young man? I have a problem that needs some assistance." The man whispered into the younger boy's ear, causing the younger to shiver and pull away giggling softly.

"That's nice, but I want pancakes and I damn well deserve them on my birthday. You feel free to take care of yourself and then make me some while I shower." He said and pranced off toward the bathroom, leaving the man alone in the teens bed.

The man rolled his eyes as he laid back down on the bed, he grabbed at Jake's side of the bed for the pillow he had used last night. Slowly bringing it to his nose and inhaling deeply. Nothing had gotten him hotter than the boy's fresh smell, he had even smelled youthful.

In the bathroom, Jake locked the door quickly and leaned against it. There was always something about his birthday that didn't feel right, like it didn't belong to him. This year felt worse, he couldn't shake this off. Maybe it was due to what happened earlier in the school year. Around the end of November, Jake had met a boy at school. He was used to being the 'gay kid' at school, but this boy didn't care. Alex said he had liked Jake, as more than a friend.

The day they moved out of Columbus, Ohio was the same day Jake had gotten his first kiss from another boy his age. He hadn't known it was supposed to feel like that, sparks and that it gave you butterflies. His father had walked in on him and Alex sealed perfectly together, arms gently around each other and lips pressed softly against one an others. The next moment, Alex was being pushed from the house. Screaming, crying, that was the first time his father had forced him to have sex. After they'd finished he started packing Jake's things and his own, loading them into the car.

On their way to Westerville, his father had apologized and may have pulled over to show Jake just how sorry he was. He hadn't forgotten the fear his father had made him feel that day, he now knew he was his father's and to never do anything that he hadn't approved Jake to do.

Because they had moved so fast and unexpected, he had to catch up on the majority of his work at home, but today his father said he'd found a proper school for his "baby boy to flourish" at.

Today, after his shower and pancakes, he had a meeting with the headmaster of Dalton Academy. Jake thought it sounded too snobby for his taste, he was a public school kid stepping into the rich kid's playground. If they treated him anywhere close to the way his last school had, he didn't know what he'd do.

Jake sighed and ran his hand through his matted curls, shred the shirt from his body and turned the water to an extremely hot setting. The heat shocked him from the memories and thoughts of his mind. This is why he loved hot showers, no room for thought. Just heat and peaceful silence.

Once he got out, he was dressed in only the shirt again. He smelled his favourite pancakes and rushed toward the kitchen, sliding to a halt.

"Hey, they done yet?"

"No, sit your cute butt down. They'll be done soon."

"But Dad, I want them now."

"Impatient." The man chastised with a smile, flipping the pancakes with a loud hiss. Jake waited politely, tugging the shirt sleeves down over his hands. He watched as his father finished the pancakes and placed them in front of him.

"Jake? Jake!" The boy's eyes snapped up. "I said are you ready for your meeting today? You should try to dress nicely."

"Yeah, I've got it covered." He said before poring too much syrup onto his pancakes and digging in.

Jake stood outside of Dalton, they'd arrived nearly 10 minutes ago and he was still stuck in his place. It looked so familiar, every detail as if he'd remembered it from a dream.

"We're going to be late Jay, come on, let's get a move on." His father said, pushing Jake forward into the building. A small woman was seated behind a large mahogany desk, papers placed neatly into separate piles. She talked quietly on the phone, raising her index finger to say she would be with them in a minute. When she hung up, she turn with a polite smile.

"Welcome to Dalton Academy, how may I help you?"

"We have a meeting with the headmaster about enrolling this little guy." Jake's father replied.

"Oh! She's been expecting you. Just follow this hall on the left, she is the last door on the right side. Just knock before going in."

The two boys walked through the hall, it had elaborate portraits of previous Dalton headmasters hung on the walls. Jake already had a weird feeling about this, Dalton was old and too fancy for his taste. Families with money had probably been enrolled here for generations.

His father knocked on the large wooden door, the door swung open to reveal an enthusiastic woman. Her curls pulled back into a tight bun, her golden brown eyes framed by rectangular black frames of her glasses. She was wearing business type clothes with a pencil skirt, to Jake she looked very professional, but the exact opposite of who he'd thought would run the school. He had thought she'd be older, maybe white haired, but definitely not this pretty. Jake may be gay, but he knew that the woman was attractive by anyone's standards.

Sophia sat at her desk, head in her hands. It had been 10 years to the day since her son had been taken. For the past few she found working on the day made it less hard on both her and Mark. After the work day, they would both return home and just hold each other. There were no more police updates, them both being sick of being told it was more than likely that their son was dead. Sophia knew it wasn't true, her and Mark both felt that somewhere out there that Blaine was still alive. A knock sounded at her door, she took a moment to take a deep breath. She quickly stood and opened it, unsure of what to expect.