I am a new author, and this is my first chapter of my first story. I enjoy anyone's input on my work and will shape my story as it goes.
Jacob's P.O.V.
Nothing had happened today, I simply sat in the room, blasting my music, and looking around my room. Nothing really held value anymore. My king size bed was on the right side of the room, black sheets crumpled due to tossing and turning. The bed was comfortable, but not enough to fill a new void in my emotions. Tiny mahogany end tables on each side held an alarm clock on the right side, remotes of the left. A huge bay window was across from the door, little red cushions to sit on and stuffed animals filled the area in and around the window and floor. Each plush being held a special story for me, that I could not relate to anymore. The exclusion being the solid white wolf, which is what I looked like in my wolf form, it even had the light green eyes. The velvet red curtains hung by the window were only to create the dark that I need to sleep, being a light sleeper sucks. And a big piece of dark brown mahogany furniture held my T.V., sound system, and cloths. Nothing. I saw nothing. I had just moved in almost a year ago after I destroyed my old house.
I had been sitting in my room when a loud pounding knock at the front door startled me, I sighed, paused my music, and went down the hall passing many empty rooms used for offices and nothing in particular, then the stairs to open the door. Standing there was Sam, a man about two and a half feet taller than me. I had always had the biggest crush on him, but he is intimidating, and seemed to be a-sexual. He was dressed in a leather jacket, white muscle shirt, loose fitting jeans held by a belt and flip flops. He had just come back from shopping for me with a big smile on his face and boxes of cereal in his hands. I was too torn up to leave the house any more. I motioned for him to bring the food in, because I was not dressed to pick it up from his car. I took the time to excuse myself into the next room, I didn't want to be in his way. It took a few trips but he had my kitchen filled with odds and ends like pasta, cereal, snacks and milk. Jogging into the living room, to give a message and a farewell, he found me sobbing. Sam had been standing in the doorway, crossing his arms and leaning to the left. All he could do is look at me sitting on the edge of the fold out couch, curled over myself.
This room had two white couches, at a 90 degree angle, one of which was folded out into a bed for company. Not that I had any, I just liked the ease of watching T.V. downstairs, right next to the kitchen. A flat-screen hung above a mantle, constantly playing some cartoon. The arch into the room was the only entrance, leading from the front room into the moderate sized room. The walls were a wallpaper that i thought was whitty, it looked like bookshelves were on all sides, but there was not a book in sight.
"Please go away Sam, I am in no mood to be yelled at for being weak. I will join the pack soon." It seemed like everyone was working against me lately. My dad had died only a year ago and this alpha had not let on to any emotion to the matter. I was not anti-social, but I have been a recluse for the past few weeks, only leaving once to go to Billy's service. I was numb to losing my father, but I blame it on the fact that I didn't know him that well. All that was left was the pack now because my mother died in the process of birthing me. My brother was a part of the pack, so I had him too I guess. He moved out a long time ago, so he was not affected by the death. On top of everything, my close friend Seth Clearwater had tried to kiss me, which is awkward and inappropriate considering the recent problems. Needless to say, I got in trouble for that failed advance. He couldn't even reach me, which was discouraging to me, I hate being the taller person in any relationship. Seth had always looked up to me, but I was confused when he claimed that he had imprinted the day he went for the kiss.
Sam made his way over to me, consoling me. "Well it seems like we have no choice, you are about to be a junior in high-school next month, and we can't keep up the whole 'home-schooled' look if the pack keeps on showing up where trouble ensues. This is going to help everyone on the reservation to lay low." The response sounded genuine, which tore at my well being.
I fell onto the bed and continued to curled into a tight ball, accepting defeat, and feeling extremely stupid. Sam noticed the shivers, and stripped down, slowly taking off his jacket and then his shirt, stepping out of his flip-flops and moving on to his belt that held up his pants, letting them fall. His plaid boxers that matched mine exactly seemed to be a little tight on him. I think he knew I was staring through my tears. Sam proceeded to lay in front of me, allowing my sobbing body to curl up to his chiseled and defined pectorals, covering us both up with the plush quilt his mom made for me. The scent of expensive cologne met my nose in the close proximity. He placed my head on his left arm, bringing me into a cuddle. Knowing that I was weak and vulnerable only made it easier to wrap his arms around me and lead me into a deep sleep. I didn't often come across as feminine, with my muscular, russet, toned physique, but compared to Sam, I was tiny... delicate... even broken as of late.
Sam's P.O.V.
We both slept for about an hour before I woke up, wrapped around Jacob who had stopped his tears well before the sleep. It didn't take long for me to spot the new silver laptop on the edge of the bed, and with Jacob asleep in my arms, I guessed the password in one try. Granted the password being "password1" was not exactly hard, I still felt like a spy. Occasionally the sleeping beta in my arms would sigh or nussel deeper into my chest for warmth, but I only encouraged his actions. With curiosity consuming my thoughts, I found a file titled 'private' which was password protected, "oh you silly boy," I cooed earning a humm from Jacob in his dreams. I forged on. When I scanned over the images in the folder, I gently shook Jacob to life.
Greeted with a tired gaze and sigh. "It must be late, I can survive if you want to go home, thank you for... well, this." he stated motioning to the air around us. It took a minute for the groggy wolf to realize that there was a shine on my face from an electronic device, along with a huge smirk. Jacob didn't know what to expect, but I turned Jacob in my arms to face the homosexual pornographic images on the screen. A slight "oh god" escaping his lips.
"This is certainly not what I expected, and I can't promise you that I will still see you the same anymore." I joked, trying to seem serious. "I thought you were a 'LADIES MAN', this is not exactly ladies. MAN." I watched in awe as Jacob slammed the laptop shut, most likely breaking it. His head dropped down on my arm in shame, baring his neck to his alpha which brought out my wolf, telling me to do something. What happened next took us both by surprise, he felt the heat radiating from my crotch rub on his plump cheeks, thrusting slowly, and a leg wrap around his. His legs were opened by mine when I met his neck with my wet mouth, placing it on his rapidly pulsing neck vein.
His little pushes and helpless grunts to flee were fruitless. After refusing to let go, I finally turned Jacob again, now on top of the smaller male who donned beat red cheeks and a scared expression. Jacob was holding onto my biceps which turned me on. He was speechless and confused by my already stiff package. Nudging his knees, I fought my way between his legs, grinding his hips with mine, moving from kissing a neck to plump, slightly open lips. Gentle pecks at first, slightly opening for each contact, until my tongue entered his mouth. As a test, I withdrew my body, enticing a wimpier and Jacob raising his right leg in search of the recently lost friction. I felt a leg wrap around my back, encouraging me to lower myself again, which I met with a deep growl between breaths.
I could tell he was waiting for me to advance more, because I went back to his neck and he gripped my left bicep tighter. I then ran my right hand up, pinning his right hand above him. He ran his left hand from my biceps to my hair, showing me his pleasure. "Sam... You a-are not... mad?..." he got out between moans. No one in the pack knew about me, but they were always sure not to anger me, which is why he didn't stop my advances any more.
"Just shut up and kiss me back, okay?" He silently agreed by pulling me back to him. I rolled over onto my back, bringing Jacob over me. I could see him eyeing my muscle packed torso. I was stronger then him and he always joked about me looking good without a shirt on. I always hoped, but now I could tell he was not joking. He leaned down and continued to let me dominate his mouth. He ran his hands through my hair and I could not resist the urge to grab his butt cheeks and force him to grind me, creating friction between our members. All of the excitement got to him and he basically melted on top of me, his head fell, giving me perfect access to his neck again. I began to nip and lick at his neck, causing his cheeks to become even more red than the past few minutes.
I could tell he was a complete virgin by the tightness I encountered when I slipped my finger in his mouth and down his back. It took a few seconds before my first digit slipped in. Jacob grunted and I could feel him clench "Stop clenching and it will get better" I informed.
"Sam, I can't handle this, I have never done anything remotely like this..." He said into the crook of my neck, sounding pained. He couldn't pull away because I held him to me. "Sam please!..." he finished with a grunt when the second digit forced its way inside. He stopped fighting, and fell onto me. Grinding and fingering for a while seemed to keep his attention on me.
The door had to ring just then! I was glad the pack was worried about their brother, but it was kind of a bad time. Oh well I guess. Jacob seemed agitated in his response, which made him that much hotter now. "Who is it?" he hissed. Because we were close enough to the door, we heard Leah, Seth's sister, giggle and say something inaudible. Jacob stood up from straddling me while pulling his boxers up and walked to the front door, slipping on a robe.
He opened the door a crack and he almost fell on his ass when the first thing he was met with was "You need darker curtains!" The door swung open and he yanked her through the door. "I saw almost everything, and may I say, Sam was never that out right with me, good going!" She only earned a gasp from him, and he dropped to his knees. "Hum, Who am I going to tell first? Seth? The Elders? Or any one of the pack? I don't know, maybe I should tell whoever I see first!" She obviously didn't know that the room I was in was so close. Well I was about to fix that.
I know it seems rushed, but it is all explained, please read on.