Part One

"You stink," Jacob grumbled as he moved further into the house, "The whole house stinks."

"Thanks," Edward said dryly as he shut the door.

"Sorry," Jacob turned, his eyes so easily turned into those of a puppy.

"I guess I can forgive you," Edward melted. He then moved over until he was only an inch away from Jacob. Edward could feel the heat radiating off of him. He resisted the urge to reach out and pull him closer. It was so hard to repulse the bare-chested boy. As usual Jacob was only in his sweatpants exposing most of this beautiful body. Edward shook his head and walked further into the room.

Jacob followed with a confused expression on his face. Bella had made them promise to be good. How could he not be good around Edward. The boy was absolutely beautiful. Like carved out of the statue of David himself, and just as hard. Jacob's eye dropped down past Edwards back. He smirked as he watched the boys butt.

"Jacob you really make this hard!" Edward was suddenly right in front of him.

"Why can't we?" Jacob closed the gap and gasped as his hand touched Edwards bare arm. His hand felt like it might freeze off.

"Jacob!" Edward pulled away. He, unlike Bella, could get away when Jacob suddenly became forceful.

"We don't have to tell Bella," Jacob smiled pleadingly. He wanted Edward so bad and he had no clue why. For years he had heard stories about how bad the Cullen family was. Yet here he stood wanting Edward more than life itself.

"I can't do that do Bella!" Edward snarled. Why wouldn't Jacob just let it go. He knew they was only here on a business run.

"Your not even with her anymore," Jacob laughed.

"I will ALWAYS be with Bella," Edward's eyes flashed hurt and Jacob's heart sank. He didn't mean to hurt him.

"Edward," Jacob moved closer in an attempt to give him a hug.

"Business Jacob," Edward stopped him short and disappeared up the stairs. Jacob lobbed behind him. He knew Edward wanted him just as much as he wanted Edward. The only thing was to get him to accept it. What more could he do? He's in his house in only sweatpants practically begging for him to love him. How more pathetic can you get.

"I know you know what I'm thinking," Jacob spoke as he walked into Edward's bedroom.

"Trying to ignore it," Edward has his back to Jacob going through papers. Suddenly a thought crossed Jacobs mind that made Edward drop the papers. "Jacob don't."

"To late," Jacob walked over behind Edward.

"Get your damn clothes back on!" Edward spun around. Before he could even read Jacob's mind his mouth was full of fire. He tried to pull away but the werewolf had him in a locking grip. It was then that the fire went out. Jacob didn't move but he could no longer feel the heat. For almost a hundred years now he had felt so cold. He had been so cold. Now as he stood with Jacob's naked frame holding him, the cold went away. Edward was surprised when he found himself kissing back. It wasn't long until he pushed the young werewolf back onto his bed. As he stood over the boy he could see Jacob smile. He didn't have to ask any questions as he read his thoughts.

To Be Continued...