Act Two
"Not too loud, Seth will hear us."
"No, he's running around out there it'll be fine."
"What about Bella?"
"Fuck Bella."
"You want to?"
"No! That's inappropriate, she's sleeping. Now shut up."
Jacob ran his hands through Edwards hair, noticing how soft and non-wolf-like it was. He gripped his head and brought it to his waist. Holding it inches away from where his manhood throbbed with desire.
Edward couldn't tell what were his thoughts and what were Jacob's. All he knew was that right here, right now, this was going to happen. And it would be awesome. His fingers deftly undid Jacob's pants and yanked them down, grabbing his butt with his hands.
Jacob inhaled sharply. "Christ your hands are cold."
"And you smell like a dog in heat."
"Want me to tell you how you smell?"
Edward didn't answer, just brought Jacob's long hard cock into his mouth. Jacob's thoughts finally stopped. It was a pleasant moment, besides the smell.
Jacob moaned and leaned back, but it was only minutes before his mind ticked back into gear. What's cold and sucks? Space? A vacuum cleaner in winter? A horny penguin?
"You feel like you just ate an icecream," said Jacob.
Edward moved back and smiled. "Good choice, I don't like being compared to a horny penguin."
"And I'd prefer to keep some masculinity here and avoid cold-induced shrinkage" said Jacob, pulling Edward up and gesturing towards the small tent, half buried in a snow drift.
"I said it would be inappropriate Jacob" growled Edward.
"Would it be that bad if she woke up".
"Yes...no. Well, actually yes. Would you be uncomfortable if you woke up to your boyfriend fucking your best friend? In a tiny tent?" Edward asked.
Jacob's thoughts drifted to him and Edward, naked next to Bella. If she opened her eyes, what would she do? He imagined her surprise and... delight? Edward acknowledged that he'd heard Jacob with a small nod. They moved towards the tent.
Inside the tent Edward stripped off his now damp clothes and vaguely noticed Jacob's thoughts grow silent. Then he felt hot, very hot, lips wrap around his cock and suck. No problems with shrinkage there. In fact, quite the opposite. He was longer and harder than he had ever been. And his whole body was like stone.
Suddenly Jacob stopped and stood up. "I don't know where this is all coming from."
"Fucked if I know. It's pretty random."
"I kind of like it though."
"A lot. I don't feel like I'm going to accidentally kill you."
"Exactly."
They kissed with a force that would bruise normal lips, and fell to the floor, both silently wrangling to be on top.
Jacob's muscular chest and arms looked overpowering, but Edwards were rigged with steel and had far more practice. They were an even match.
Lips locked they wrestled. Edward growing drunk with desire and passion. He traced a trail of kisses down the line of Jacob's chin and stopped at the neck, opening his mouth wide to bite. As his teeth made contact with the soft skin of Jacob's throat he was suddenly aware of a new thought. Jacob's was thinking loudly that this was not going to end well.
Edward stopped, wishing he didn't have to.
"If anyone's going to do any biting, I think it should be me," said Jacob.
"I'd like to see you try," said Edward, thinking of his stoney skin.
Jacob knew opportunities like this don't come often. He pushed Edward back and started with the neck. No luck, his human teeth just couldn't make a dent.
On to the collarbone, shoulder, nipple, second nipple, hip, butt. He bit as hard as he could. Not so much as a scratch.
By this stage Edward was moaning and Jacob knew he'd have to shut him up. Otherwise Bella would wake up. He occupied Edward's mouth with his own. Jacob swapped his mouth for his hand as he twisted around behind Edward. Knowing what response he would get, Jacob bit all the way down Edwards spine. Edward arched his back involuntarily and leant forwards.
Jacob took him from behind, thrusting deeply.
That's when Bella woke up.
