Jacking Jake


A/N: This is just a bit of fun that popped into my head while re-reading previous chapters of Fix You. It's set in the middle of Chapter 4. You should recognize the part when you start reading ;) This isn't betaed and very random, but I hope you'll enjoy it nonetheless.

Thanks to the awesome ladies who gave it a once over and assured me that, while I am pretty insane, it's in the good way.

Soundtrack song (because I can't not have one): All About Her – New Found Glory

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns the Twi. I'm just giving Jake some of the mackage that he surely deserves.


JPOV

Bella and I haven't even been together a week but I'm already smitten. Yeah, that's a totally pansy ass thing to say, but I can't think of a better word to describe what I've been feeling since Friday night. I think the Rabbit must've floated home 'cause I sure as hell wasn't driving it. Billy had just eyed me suspiciously when I drifted through the door later that night. He probably knew better than to ask questions when he saw the bizarre look on my face.

I spent the rest of the week on the same fluffy pink Bella-cloud, sighing like one of those chicks you read about in English class. What was it called? Swooning? Yeah, I was definitely swooning.

I spent every day this week hanging out with Bella after school. Some things haven't changed between us. Like, we still laugh and joke and tease. That's really cool. What's even better, though, are the things that have changed.

Like the kissing. Wow. The kissing...

Every time her perfectly soft pink lips pull into a pout directed straight at me, my heart starts to go nuts. Like it might grow legs and explode running out of my chest. So far, it's stayed intact, though. Just barely…

It's Wednesday night and my favorite part of the day: saying goodnight the fun way. Bella stuffs some dishes filled with leftovers into my arms and orders me to have dinner with my dad tomorrow night. I don't like the sound of this so much, so I pout on her front porch.

"Billy really doesn't mind eating dinner alone, and he's been cooking for us forever," I complain. I'm trying anything to get her to change her mind.

"I don't want to keep you away from him, Jake," she counters. "He's your dad and he deserves your company too. Having him on our side is a good thing."

"But that means I won't see you at all tomorrow." I know I'm whining but I can't help it. I'm not sure how I'll survive not seeing her for even a day.

"There was a time, not too long ago, when you could survive without me for a day. I don't think that would have changed since last week."

She raises a stern eyebrow at me. It's adorable. Damn this girl is good. She knows exactly what I'm thinking. I would be more annoyed if my stupid heart wasn't fluttering like a twelve-year-old girl's at a Jonas Brothers concert.

"How do you know? A lot has changed since last week." I cock my head to the side in an attempt to be cute. Two can play at this game.

"Go now," she giggles, attempting to push me towards my car with zero success. "If you don't survive, I promise to come to the funeral."

I let out an exaggerated gasp and my mouth falls open in playful, fake shock. She keeps trying to push me towards the car, but my feet are firmly planted and she doesn't move me an inch. The determination on her face is painfully cute. I almost want to let her win. Almost.

"At least let me say goodnight properly, in case I never see you again." I flash a grin at her and she gives up on her futile attempt at moving me.

She sighs loudly and crosses her arms over her chest. "Fine, get it over with."

By now my heart is in overdrive, but I try to keep cool and play along. I put the dishes down on the porch railing and shake my hands out, like I'm ready to fight. She rolls her eyes but I can tell she's fighting back a smile. This makes me want to smile too, but I manage to keep it in as I take a determined step towards her and cup her perfect, blushing cheeks in my hands. Her expression still appears annoyed, but her cheeks flush warm against my fingertips and I know I'm winning.

She swallows so loudly I can almost hear it and a smile pulls at the corner of my mouth. I can't keep up the game anymore and I feel my expression soften into the goofy puppy dog pout that I've been fighting to control all week. Her chocolaty eyes are twinkling and her lips are parted slightly, enticing me.

I bring my lips to hers softly and I swear I can hear angels singing, just like the first time. I try to control the wild urge that takes over me every time my lips touch hers, like I've been doing every day, but this time I just can't. I press our lips together with slightly more pressure, gripping her face a bit tighter.

Her arms drop limply to her sides and her lips part immediately. I don't need to be invited twice and I let my tongue brush over hers. I dig my hand in under her hair and cup the back of her neck, pulling her closer to me, needing her as close to me as possible.

I almost moan out loud when she starts to fist at the front of my t-shirt, standing on her tip toes to press her hungry to lips to mine. I love it when she does that. Her left hand is still grabbing at my t-shirt while her right hand digs roughly into my hair.

Fuck. This girl will be the end of me. I feel a stirring in my jeans and I know it's time to let go, but she's practically gasping for air and I'm not doing much better when she presses her tiny body flush against me.

This is not good.

She gasps as my obvious erection presses into her stomach.

This is really fucking bad.

I pull away abruptly and grab the dishes from the railing in an attempt to cover it up. I'm still hot all over and mortified at being caught out, so I just stare at the dishes, hoping my horror isn't as obvious as the teenage lust that's straining uncomfortably in my jeans.

Bella is still breathing heavily too, but manages to squeak out, "Maybe I'll just come to your house for dinner tomorrow."

"Yeah, I think you should do that," I choke out. Tomorrow is good. I need to do something about my, uh, situation before I even think about touching Bella again.

We stand there for a moment, looking everywhere but at each other.

Without another word I turn and march uncomfortably back to the Rabbit. I throw the dishes into the passenger seat and close the door as fast as I can, hoping Bella can't see the ridiculous bulge in my pants.

I throw the car into reverse and leg it out of there with screeching tires that would make any delinquent proud.

I barely see a thing as I race down the highway to La Push, trying to think of baseball and fluffy bunnies and little old ladies and Quill's pimply back in an attempt to calm the situation in my pants. It's not working because I can still taste Bella on my lips and I can still feel her perfect little body pressed against mine and it's driving me insane.

I screech into the driveway in front of my house and grab the dishes from the passenger seat, happy to have them as cover. I sneak through the front door, hoping my dad is already asleep. But fuck my life, he's sitting in front of the TV and I can tell he's in the mood for father son bonding judging by the look on his face.

"Evening, son o' mine," he chirps as I rush past him into the kitchen.

"Hi dad," I just about squeak, putting the dishes in the fridge.

I rush down the hallway into my room yelling, "Night dad," over my shoulder and slam the door behind me, turning the lock immediately and leaning against it, still breathing heavily.

"Jake, you okay?" There's a light tap at my door. Clearly he didn't get the message.

"I'm fine, dad. Just wanna get to bed early. Don't wanna be a zombie in school tomorrow."

There's a moment of silence. Please, please, please just let it go, I beg in my head.

"Okay," he says eventually, "Night, Jake." I hear him return to the living room and the TV's volume goes up again.

I stand there, leaning against the door for another moment, taking deep breaths in hopes of calming down some. I peek down at the outrageous bulge in my jeans that seems to be mocking me.

Cut yourself some slack, Jake, I tell myself, you're seventeen. It's a miracle that there's even a minute in the day where you don't have a boner.

I flop down on my bed and rub my painful, throbbing dick through my jeans. This definitely isn't going away by sheer force of will.

I undo the buttons of my jeans and let my hand slip into my underwear. I'm sticky with need. This won't last long.

I take a deep breath and wrap my hand around my not-really-surprisingly rock hard dick and I'm already moaning. It feels amazing. I clamp my mouth shut, in case the TV isn't turned up loud enough to cover the sounds that I can already tell I won't be able to help.

I start stroking rhythmically, spreading the moisture from the tip around the head so my hand can glide down my shaft easily.

The only thing that's in my mind is Bella. Bella, who is now my Bella. Bella, the girl I've loved since I was a kid. The only girl in my world, who I've dreamed about constantly for more than a year.

I think back to her soft breasts pressed against my chest and her delicate hands tugging roughly at my hair earlier. I think of the way her tongue playfully brushed against mine, imagining how it would feel to have her excruciatingly beautiful, warm mouth wrapped around me.

I feel a familiar tightening in the pit of my stomach and I grab some tissues from my night stand. I pump harder, grunting softly with every stroke.

I imagine what it would be like to be with Bella, to strip away her clothes and expose her bare body to me. I would show her how much I loved her, how much I ached to be with her in every possible way. In my mind, her eyelids flutter closed as my fingers graze over her hardened nipples and down her smooth, firm stomach, lower still.

My hand starts to jerk violently, imagining what it would feel like to dip my fingers into her, to make her squirm in pleasure from my touch.

My mind can barely complete another thought. The pressure that was building inside of me reaches breaking point and I groan as I release into the tissues in my waiting hand.

I collapse back onto my bed, panting, my eyes still rolling back in utter fucking ecstasy. In my mind Bella is purring contentedly.

If this is any indication of what I can expect in my near future, I'm definitely going to need to stock up on the Kleenex.


A/N:I hope you enjoyed this little dash of lime. I know Jake did ;)