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27 February 2006 01:40![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thewolfinsideCall me.
That's all the email said, except for the phone number after the words.
Jason had ended up in the loft over the second floor rec room, claiming the space as his office not long ago. It was quiet up here, especially since when any of the others came up to the main house, the never made it farther than the kitchen, prefering the basement rec room and theater over this one.
He was rather glad for this after reading the email. He knew it was Nate by the return address and he almost deleted it. Almost.
He cancelled the call three times before finally dialing it completely, not surprised when Nate picked up on the first ring. "You wanted me to call?"
Nate was tired. All he wanted was to go home and curl up with his kitten, but he couldn't. Not yet. "Where's Gabe?" He knew Jason could hear it in his tone, but he didn't care.
Worry now, Nate didn't ask those kind of questions without a damn good reason. "Sleeping. Why? Where's yours?"
"Probably curled up on the couch, fighting to stay awake. He always tries to stay up until I get in, even when I tell him I won't be home until morning." Nate smiles at the thought, his fingers running over the small picture of his kitten that he always carried in his pocket. "I need a favor."
Jason could hear it, the love in Nate's tone when he spoke about the younger man. Curling back up in his chair, he plugs in the headset to his cellphone and pulls up a few programs he's sure Nate will need. "What kind of favor?"
Sighing, leaning against the wall, Nate stares out the window of the high rise. His client was having a drink with his business partners after a hostile merger meeting, the whole reason he was even here this late. "I need you to change some things for me. Will, beneficiary papers, all of it. I want everything to change over to Gabriel if something happens. No matter what happens, he gets everything that's mine."
Jason goes quiet for a bit, pulling up Nate's files. It's the one thing that he's sure Gabe doesn't know, that he still takes care of all of Nate's finances. "You want me to set up an allowance. Do you want it to remain that way, or do you want everything changed over if he finds someone else?" Distancing himself, trying to think of Nate as a client and not a former friend.
Nate laughs, the sound bitter, painful. "No, Jason. He's going to be an alpha, one day. He may deny it, but it will happen. I don't know if..." Closing his eyes, Nate takes a deep breath. "I won't submit again, never again. And once it happens, I don't know if he will either. I don't know if we could keep things the way they are now. I love him, Jason. I told him the only way I would let him go is if I was dead. I meant it."
"You won't kill him, but you won't submit or let him go. Christ, Nate." Jason's words are soft, but he knows Nate can hear him. "Yeah, I'll draw up the paperwork and email you when it's ready to be signed." Staring at the screen of his laptop, so very glad he wasn't in Nate's shoes. "And for what it's worth, I hope things don't turn out that way."
"Thanks." Muttering the word, Nate quickly hangs up the phone. Fuck the client, he needed to go home.
Jason himself just lets the phone fall to the chair, dropping his head into his hands. He couldn't imagine being in Nate's place, never knowing if and when the ax was going to fall. His situation had been different. He'd known what was going to happen, he'd just grabbed every bit of happiness he could before what he thought was the end. Funny how things had changed.
Funny how he was praying that the same would happen for Nate.
That's all the email said, except for the phone number after the words.
Jason had ended up in the loft over the second floor rec room, claiming the space as his office not long ago. It was quiet up here, especially since when any of the others came up to the main house, the never made it farther than the kitchen, prefering the basement rec room and theater over this one.
He was rather glad for this after reading the email. He knew it was Nate by the return address and he almost deleted it. Almost.
He cancelled the call three times before finally dialing it completely, not surprised when Nate picked up on the first ring. "You wanted me to call?"
Nate was tired. All he wanted was to go home and curl up with his kitten, but he couldn't. Not yet. "Where's Gabe?" He knew Jason could hear it in his tone, but he didn't care.
Worry now, Nate didn't ask those kind of questions without a damn good reason. "Sleeping. Why? Where's yours?"
"Probably curled up on the couch, fighting to stay awake. He always tries to stay up until I get in, even when I tell him I won't be home until morning." Nate smiles at the thought, his fingers running over the small picture of his kitten that he always carried in his pocket. "I need a favor."
Jason could hear it, the love in Nate's tone when he spoke about the younger man. Curling back up in his chair, he plugs in the headset to his cellphone and pulls up a few programs he's sure Nate will need. "What kind of favor?"
Sighing, leaning against the wall, Nate stares out the window of the high rise. His client was having a drink with his business partners after a hostile merger meeting, the whole reason he was even here this late. "I need you to change some things for me. Will, beneficiary papers, all of it. I want everything to change over to Gabriel if something happens. No matter what happens, he gets everything that's mine."
Jason goes quiet for a bit, pulling up Nate's files. It's the one thing that he's sure Gabe doesn't know, that he still takes care of all of Nate's finances. "You want me to set up an allowance. Do you want it to remain that way, or do you want everything changed over if he finds someone else?" Distancing himself, trying to think of Nate as a client and not a former friend.
Nate laughs, the sound bitter, painful. "No, Jason. He's going to be an alpha, one day. He may deny it, but it will happen. I don't know if..." Closing his eyes, Nate takes a deep breath. "I won't submit again, never again. And once it happens, I don't know if he will either. I don't know if we could keep things the way they are now. I love him, Jason. I told him the only way I would let him go is if I was dead. I meant it."
"You won't kill him, but you won't submit or let him go. Christ, Nate." Jason's words are soft, but he knows Nate can hear him. "Yeah, I'll draw up the paperwork and email you when it's ready to be signed." Staring at the screen of his laptop, so very glad he wasn't in Nate's shoes. "And for what it's worth, I hope things don't turn out that way."
"Thanks." Muttering the word, Nate quickly hangs up the phone. Fuck the client, he needed to go home.
Jason himself just lets the phone fall to the chair, dropping his head into his hands. He couldn't imagine being in Nate's place, never knowing if and when the ax was going to fall. His situation had been different. He'd known what was going to happen, he'd just grabbed every bit of happiness he could before what he thought was the end. Funny how things had changed.
Funny how he was praying that the same would happen for Nate.
