Their lips smashed together, chests not quite touching across the car's center console, and Seth knew this was definitely crossing a line. Friendship, brothers, pack. But he didn't think about it for too long. Jacob's lips weren't quite as soft as a girl's. The only girl lips Seth could recall were Sasha Te's and that was in back of the school during homecoming, his sophomore year, and her dress was dark pink, fuchsia? Was what Leah called it, but her shoes were black and the flower around her wrist was wilted from being pressed against Seth's shoulder while they made out, with spiked fruit punch on their breath.
But Jacob's hands were pressed on his shoulders now. One on the side of his head, fingers through his hair, the other on his right shoulder to pull his closer, both intent on keeping him attached to Jacob Black's face. So he kissed back. Not as hungrily as the Alpha, and not as rough. The yellow Porsche was not exactly roomy for the two men. Seth let his lips part and finally lifted his hands from his lap. One went to the other man's thigh, the other to his face. When one of Jacob's hands slipped underneath the waistband of Seth's jeans, his breath hitched. When it moved down to cup his ass, he broke away from the kiss.
"No," and he tried to calm himself as Jacob's hands slid away.
"Alright," Jacob said, "want to pick up lunch and then we can go home?" Seth was silently slumped in the passenger side, "You can drive back." When the younger man still didn't answer Jacob sighed. "I'm sorry, Seth. I don't know what I'm doing. You gotta help me out a little," he swallowed, slumping into his own seat, "I'm glad you stopped me, that was good. I think." It was silent and Jacob finally looked away from the side of Seth's face.
"Can we go to that Italian place? The one with the good meatballs?" His voice wasn't even, but it didn't hold the same fear as before.
"Sure, Seth, Sure." He sighed. The younger boy's left thumb was still lightly strung through Jacob's belt loop.
