Teenage Dream

A/N: Woop! Hahaha well, I just have to address a few things in this note and then we will move one. Yes, this story will be moving very fast. The characters emotions will grow quickly, and there will be a big time gap that is skipped later on. No, I do not intend on making this a long story. I gaurantee that it will not exceed ten chapters. No, not every chapter will have sex in it. No, my updates are not becoming regular again. I write whatever calls out to me, and so I'm going based off of whatever I have the most inspration for. I will NOT be updating anything else until I have finished and posted the next chapter of Your Love's A Drug, which is now my main priority. Yes, I am still looking for a few more authors to join my big project...and that's about it. Ahaha

Disclaimer: No. I don't own it.


The Way You Turn Me On

"I know about you and Jaocb."

The single sentace brought my heart to a stop. We had only been officially together for a day, but then again, our hook-up had happened a week ago. How could he have possibly have found out within that time frame? What did this mean? Was he going to rat us out? Were my dreams of college being ripped away before I even had a chance to apply?

"Alright guys! The bells gonna ring in ten, so wrap it up and head for the lockers!" He called out to all of the guys that were working with the eguipment. "As for you, you're coming to my office." He whispered to me huskily.

I swallowed hard, and made that gulping noise in the process, from the sudden fear that rose inside of me. What was going to happen? Is he like some big gay hater or something? No. If he was, why would he have had his players watching out for me; he wouldn't. I didn't speak as I followed him to his office. He sat me in a, suprisingly, comfortable black rolling chair that was placed behind a big brown desk. There were two in here, and I assumed that the other one belonged to the other coach or something. Coach Meraz stood leaning against the door to the office. It was one of those doors where it was split in half and they leave the bottom half closed while the top half stays open so someone can talk to him if they needed to but they can't come in.

"Alright guys, five minutes left. If you're in the showers get out and get dressed! I'm sure none of you want to be late getting to that lunch line!" He called out as the guys from his class continued to dress, they were the only ones who needed to change since the other two regular P.E. classes didn't dress out today due to the rain. He gave me a sideways glance and took his bottom lip in-between his teeth as he let his eyes run over my body.

I sat in his chair nervously and had my hands folded on my lap, while one leg was bent and I was sitting on it. I tried sitting in a position that I found comfortable to try and ease my nerves. It was working for the first two or three minutes, but after that I began to gently nibble on the nails of my left hand. A nasty habbit, but it worked for me.

"Bye Coach!" Some kid said as he passed by the office, "I'm the last one out...sorry 'bout that!"

Coach Meraz simply grunted a reply as he opened the bottom half of the door and followed the kid out to the exit of the locker room. He left my line of vision, but I assumed that he was locking up since I heard the faint jingle of keys. He re-appeared in the doorway of the office as he quickly unzipped his jacket and threw it down onto the floor, revealing a white wife beater the clung to his obviously God-like body amazingly.

He moved to me and gripped the padded arm rests of the chair, placing his face a mere inch or two apart. His sweet breath was like a drug, putting me on a high with the inhalation of it. Our lips connected before I could continue to revel in the feeling, but to say that I was mad at the move would be a lie. Kissing his lips was like kissing silk. They were so soft and moved as if it was a natural thing for the body to do, for the body to give such excitement and pleasure to another with simply their lips. "Get up." He growled into my mouth causing my body to shiver as I stood from the chair only to be pulled down onto his lap as our lips re-connected. I sat on his lap sideways, so I had to turn myself slightly to be able to touch him; but as soon as my hands found comfort on his strongly muscled chest, he gripped one of mine with one of his own. He slowly dragged my hand down his body until he slowly moved our hands underneath the waistband, and into, his running pants. My fingers brushed against a small patch of hair before they made contact with a hard cock in his pants. He used his hand to wrap mine around it and he let out a groan before he moved his lips to my ear, leaving a trail of kisses behind. "Do you feel that dick? You made me that hard baby boy. Just looking at you made me want to drop my pants and fuck that pretty little face of yours."

As his lips closed around my earlobe, my face burned with the heat of my rushing blood that had me blushing a bright pink I'm sure. A small whispered moan passed my parted lips as his lips moved to my neck, "Stroke my cock baby boy." He growled against my neck before he began sucking and nibbling one a very sensitive piece of flesh on my neck. A whimper passed my still parted lips as my hand slowly followed his instructions and began to move up his hard and heated flesh. "Oh, fuck yeah." He moaned against my neck as my fingers lightly twisted around the head of his cock before going down again. God, I know my eyes are closed and shit but...from just feeling the thing...he felt fucking huge. He let out a short and slightly breathless chuckle against my neck before giving the same piece of skin on my neck that he had been working on this whole time a long slow lick, "You wanna see it baby boy?" He growled into my ear, "You wanna see just how big it is?"

My eyes fluttered open at his strange choice of words before it dawned on me, "Di-Did I just say that out l-loud?" I stuttered as I pulled away from him to look at his amused facial expression.

He took in a light breath as he caressed my cheek with his thumb, "You're so fucking cute baby boy. Now it's easy to see why Jake is falling for you so fucking fast."

I let my eyes drop to try and hide my embarrassment, only to have it increased when I found myself looking down at my hand in his pants. His fingers gently tilted my head back up so that I would look at him again, but I wasn't expecting to find such a serious expression on his handsome face, "Don't ever look away from me like that again. I gave you a compliment and you hide your blush as though it's something to be ashamed of...just don't do that. You look fucking sexy with a blush." He growled out, obviously disliking my choice of action.

"I'm sorry, I just need some explanations I guess." I mumbled nervously.

"Alright." He nodded with a small smile as he used his feet to roll us closer to the desk so that he could reach out and push the few papers and file folders that were there out of the way but not off of the desk. "Lie down...on your back preferably." He quickly noted my hesitation and leaned forward to kiss me, "Trust me. I promise that I would never do anything that would put you in pain."

His words had seemed to kill any doubts that were rooted into my mind as I lay on my back on the nearly empty desk top.

"Ask away baby boy." He smirked a tad wider as he undid the button and zipper of my pants and slowly pulled them down, revealing my boxers. I didn't miss the 'ew' face that he made when he saw my camo boxers.

"What was that about?" I started off my round of questions, trying to avoid asking 'what are you doing to me?'

"I hate seeing boxers on my lovers, it's kinda like a turn-off for me. But it's okay. Don't worry about it." He smirked again as he sat back down in his chair and continued to work my jeans down my legs, my boxers followed right after, leaving me fully exposed to him.

"Oh...sorry." I mumbled, but went on before he could say anything, "Why do you call me baby boy?" I was trying not to think about the fact that I'm completely naked on his desk right now.

"Well...because I want to make you mine. I wanna make you my baby boy." He said happily as he moved his head to be in-between my legs, which couldn't really spread any further due to the jeans the were still on my ankles. "Next."

"But you know about Jacob and I...so why?" I asked as he blew a cold breath onto my hard dick.

"Because, we want to share you. We both want to be with you, and we are hoping that you will happily be with us both." He answered before pushing my thighs up a bit and blew on my now exposed hole, causing me to shudder.

"O-Ohhh," It came out as a moan rather than a regular word, "So why do you want to sh-sh- oh shit!" I moaned out as his tongue took a long slow lick of my entrance.

"Because...we're together," He said before licking me again, "and we are...going through some shit. And when Jake started to catch on to your secret desires, then he decided that you would be the solution to our problems. And after only this short time with you...I completley fucking agree." He punctuated each sentance with a long slow lick.

"W-W-W-Whyyyyyyy?" I stretched out the word as he began teasing my hole with his tongue.

"Seth...I don't know if you realize this, but you are fucking cute and sexy as shit. I wouldn't be surprised if I'm saying that I love you after only a few days of talking with you. Of being with you." He said huskily as he finally began to invade me with his tongue. Oh God, if I said that this wasn't the most sinful feeling ever, I'd be lying.

I didn't want to talk anymore. I just wanted to revel in this feeling. This feeling that I was getting from..."What's your name?"

He chuckled, "Paul." Then he continued to work his tongue magic.

This continued for God knows how long. The sickeningly familiar coil of climax began to form in my belly and I hadn't even touched myself. But then it stopped. I gave a disgruntled sigh as I looked down to meet Paul's hungry, lust hazed gaze. Just as I was about to say something, he lowered his mouth down onto my untouched cock and swallowed me whole. I threw my head back in pleasure, hitting my head on the desk in the process, but let out a pleasured moan none-the-less. It was all too much for me to handle. After a few bobs of his head, I was realeasing the hot seed of my body into his mouth with an unusually high pitched curse.

Paul pulled away from me and moved to my lips, after he swallowed my cum, and kissed me greedily; as though his liife depended on this kiss. My mind was fuzzy and my sight had abandonded me temporarily as I let myself fall into the warmth, passion, and care that was Paul. As my breathing calmed, along with my heart beat, I realized that his hard cock was pressing against my thigh. When did he take off his sweats?

"After I put you down on the desk." He answered with a light kiss to my neck, "Oh wait, was that supposed to stay in your head too?"

"Y-Yeah." I murmured as I mentally scolded myself for not being able to control my mouth and keep my voice and thoughts seperate.

He pulled away from my neck to look off in some random direction, I tilted my head to follow his gaze. The clock that he was looking at told us that it was now 12:44. Only ten minutes left. A sigh passed both of our lips as our eyes locked once more. A small smile graced his features as he placed a quick kiss on my lips, "Are ya hungry?"

"I...uh, I don't eat lunch." I said, sure that I sounded just as startled and surprised by his question as I felt. How did we go from him taking his pants off to my hunger?

"What?" His disbelieving question made me examine his shocked and slightly horrified facial expression. His eyebrows were furrowed and his lips were slightly parted, forming an ever-so-small 'o' shape. "You don't eat?"

"Well...no. I eat breakfast and sometimes dinner, but most of the time I'm just to tired to make myself anything else but a bowl of cereal in the morning." I shrugged, despite Paul's body being on-top of mine and the desk under it.

"Baby boy...thats not good." He looked truly concerned as he pulled away and pulled me up into a sitting position. "Pull up your pants, cuz we're gonna eat." He smiled as he got up and pulled up his sweats, adjusting himself in them so that his hard-on wouldn't be so obvious. He walked over to the mini-fridge that sat against a wall behind his desk, but a little bit off to the left of it. He knelt down and opened it, pulling out two bottled waters and a medium sized plastic container. He put the waters on top of the microwave, which was stacked on-top of the mini-fridge. He took the lid off of the container and tossed it in. Once it let off a loud 'ding', he brought everything back to his desk, which I now stood by rather then sat on. He sat down in his chair and pat his lap, "C'mon, sit." I smiled a bit as I sat in between his spread thighs.

He pulled open a draw and pulled out a plastic fork before closing it again. I looked down at the food, which looked like mac and cheese, as he scooped some up on the fork and brought it to my lips, "Open up!" I chuckled slightly as I took the food into my mouth groaning from the amazing taste that it had. "Good?"

I nodded, but didn't speak until I swallowed my food, "What is it?"

"Homemade mac and cheese." I knew it! "It's left-overs from last night." He added before taking a scoop of food up to his own mouth.

"You made it?" Another scoop for me.

"Yeah. It's one of the few things that I actually can cook."

We continued eating for another minute or two, and the food was already almost gone. Then I realized that he was still hard because I felt it pressing against my lower back. I cleared my throat, trying to ease my way onto the subject, "You're uh...you're still...ya know."

"Don't worry about it. I can take care of myself later; all that matters to me, is whether or not you got off." He punctuated the statement with a kiss to the top of my head, "And the bell's going to ring, so we wouldn't really have time to do anything more." He informed me just as the annoying bell signaled the end of lunch. "But...practice doesn't start till 3:30, and that would practically give us an hour together." He wagged his eyebrows suggestively.

"Oh...okay then." I blushed as I picked up my bag and drew the straps over my shoulders.

"Fuckin' sweet, now I can't wait for these next to classes to end." He smiled brightly as he got up and claimed my lips. "You can go out through the office exit, but wait till I unlock the locker rooms for the rest of the guys, 'kay?"

I gave a simple nod as we both separated. I moved to the only other door in the room, which indeed had a bright red exit sign lit up above it, while Paul went to the locker rooms to unlock them. I had to practically run to my calculus class, and just made it to my seat when the bell rang. I recieved a small smile and wave from Embry who sat a few seats ahead of me, as well as two rows to the left. It was then that I realized that I had made an error in my plan making. I was supposed to be with Jacob after school, and yet I told Paul that I would be with him after school today. Maybe Jacob won't mind. Maybe he has a lot of work to do today and can't spend time with me. As sad as it sounds, it's what my hopes were set on.

Pushing any thoughts that weren't math related out of my head, I began to pay attention. The bell rang in what seemed like minutes, but was actually the usual hour of class. Embry decided to walk me to my sixth period since I didn't have that class with any of my three football playing bodyguards. When we passed by Mike Newton, he watched us walk together with such a dumb-struck face, I had to fight the urge to laugh.

"Hey, what happened to you at lunch? We couldn't find you anywhere!" He asked out of nowhere.

"Oh!" I began to quickly search for a good excuse, "I went to the library to study...like I always do!" I had no idea why it came out so enthusiastically, but it did. Perhaps because it was really what I always do...depressing? I know.

"Ya know, we actually think you're pretty cool; so you can hang out with us at lunch and break." He said as we stood right next to Ja-er-Mr. Black's classroom. Have to remember to keep it professional for class. "Anyway, I'll see ya around! Later!"

I only watched his retreating figure for a quick second before entering class. Now, paying attention to Mr. Black's lessons had become...difficult. I had to fight to keep my mind on his lesson instead of the fact that I'm with him. And then also, the fact that he is with Paul as well. I let myself ponder on the reality of my situation. I went from dreaming about being with Jacob, to being with Jacob, to being with Jacob and Paul. What. The. Fuck.

The bell pulled me out of my thoughts and I groaned mentally as I realized two things.

One, I missed the lesson.

And two, I have to break the news to Jacob.

I packed my things slowly as I began waiting for everyone to leave. Once the class was evacuated, Jacob closed to door and met me at the front of the classroom.

"So, how do you like Paul?" He asked with a small smile as he quickly kissed my lips.

"Oh, he's nice...he cusses a lot though." I pointed out with a chuckle. "So-"

"Ah, baby, I'm really sorry but I can't really spend a lot of time with you today. I have to go to a quick meeting right now...but I'm sure that Paul is in his office, and I'm also sure that he'd love to spend some time with you before football practice." He smiled apollogeticly. "But...I should be over there before he goes off to practice because we all need to talk."

"Okay." I smiled as he kissed me again and then moved over to his desk. "I'll see you in a bit."

I smiled wide as I nearly jogged over to the P.E. area, and then to the boys' locker room. There were guys walking out of the double doors that led to the locker rooms, so I simply walked in. Sure enough, Paul was standing in the same position as he was in when I was in the office; the only difference is that this time I'm on the outside. As soon as he caught a glimpse of me a wide smile overtook the bored expression that had been plastered on his face. I moved over to him and he took a quick glance around to make sure that no one was looking before letting me quickly slip inside. I had to wait for a few minutes before someone announced that he was the last guy, and then I had to wait for him to lock the locker room door, and close the office-locker room door. When he finally came to kiss me, I found myself growing impatient. I had only been physical with him one time and I was already craving for his touch. Kinda like what happened after the first time I had sex with Jacob. I just wanted more, but at the time he didn't want anything.

"I want to taste you." I murmured into his mouth, but it was as if the words weren't my own. Hearing them come from my mouth made me blush.

He simply groaned as he began moving us; I had no idea where to until his body lowered as he sat in his chair. Instictively, I dropped to my knees after pushing his own apart. He pushed his running sweats down to his bent knees gripped his already stiff cock at the base. I moved my hand so that it would replace his, and the simple action caused a small groan to pass his lips. I lowered my head down to get closer to it, inhaling a deep whiff of his sweaty musk scent. Usually, this would disgust me, but right now the smell was intoxicating. I let my tongue stick out to take a test-lick of him, and this caused a louder moan to pass his lips; but I was still hesitant about this. This would be my first time giving someone a blow job and, being the perfectionist that I am, I wanted everything to go...well for lack of a better word, perfect.

Sensing my hesitation, Paul spoke up, "Baby boy, you don't have to if-ahh!"

I didn't let him finish his sentance. Instead I silenced him by taking the head of his member into my mouth, still licking it with my tongue. Just as I began to move my head down and take him further into my mouth, I was pushed under his desk along with his lower half. I didn't have time to ask why he did what he did, and thank God for that.

"Paul?"

"Bella! What can I do for you?" Paul greeted the woman, whoever she was, as he hid his naked lower half, as well as me, under his desk. It was surprisingly roomy under here, and it was one of the desks with the wall thing that blocked people that weren't behind the desk from seeing what was underneath. But, I was still in an awkward position with his legs, and my body under here.

"I'm here to talk about one of your players...you're still the football coach right?" This, Bella woman questioned.

"Yup, I am!" He said with an obviously fake laugh at the end.

Of course, while things were going fine up above, I was in hell. Claustrophobia isn't exactly helping our situation.

"Good. But, I just have to say that I'm sorry about just barging in here like I did." The woman spoke again as I began to feel as though the small walls of the desk were closing in on me.

I gently nudged against his legs, silently asking for more room which never came.

"Don't worry about it, just knock next time. But back to your visit; who's the lucky guy?"

"It's Tyler Crowley." She answered.

The name had caught my attention and managed to take my mind off of the fact that I was trapped in such a small space. Even with the sudden distraction, my breaths had slowly begun to grow shallower after each one.

A sigh came through, but I couldn't focus on the noise enough to say who did it, "What did he do this time?"

"It's his grades. A few of his teachers, including myself, have noticed that they have dropped significantly since he joined the team."

"Shit." He mumbled under his breath as I once again tried to push him away from the desk. "I'll talk to him today, and if things don't start to pick up then I'll kick him off the team. Thanks for bringing this to my attention."

"No problem!" This, Bella person said happily as the faint sound of retreating footsteps reached my ears, "Oh, and Edward says that we should all get together sometime. Ya know, us and then you and Jake."

This completely pushed my claustraphobic feelings out of my mind and welcomed a new thought in.

Who is this woman in their life? She knows about them, and is obviously a teacher...but who is she to them?

The calm that I was expiriencing only lasted for a quick heartbeat or two before I began panting again; desperately pushing at his legs until he finally pushed away from the desk and let me out. As I was finally able to stand up straight again, I began to gasp for air as if I hadn't been breathing for the entire conversation. I was quickly pulled down into a kiss.

His lips had the same effect on me as Jacob's had. They sedated me. Calmed me. Soothed me.

"Baby boy, are you alright?" He asked in a worried tone. He had only pulled his lips an inch away from mine to ask the question, "It seemed like you were really freaking out down there."

"Y-Yeah. I just...I'm claustraphobic. And it was really cramped down there...I'm sorry." I murmured with embarassment.

"Fuck...if I woulda known, I would've just let us get caught. I would've never put you through that kinda shit." He whispered remoursefuly.

"No, don't say that!" I smiled slightly, "I really don't want to ruin any chance that I have of actually being with the you and Jacob."

"Well I'm glad to hear-"

"Reckless." Both of us jumped from the startled feelings that attacked us. Both of us turned to see Jacob entering the office through the office's exit to go outside. "What if I was someone else? You could've been caught already." He sounded serious and disappointed as he came and stood next to the chair that Paul and I sat in to kiss me. "Pull up your pants dear." He scolded Paul, who simply rolled his eyes.

He muttered a small "whatever" under his breath before turning his attention back to me, "Mind getting up for a quick second baby boy?"

I stood up quickly, and was pulled into a tight embrace by Jacob; an embrace that he kept me in as he turned me to hold me from behind.

"I think that, since we have all decided to be together, we should make some ground rules." Jacob announced once Paul had his jogging sweats back up again. "Obviously there will be some time restraints since we will be barred to spending out free time during school together, so I think that you should spend your lunch times with Paul here and then you and I will have our tutoring sessions after school."

"I'll take what I can get." I silently agreed, but didn't miss the quick look of disappointment that flashed across Paul's face for only a brief moment.

Obviously he wasn't liking the fact that he would only have about an hour a day to spend with me, while Jacob and I will have up to two hours after school. And on-top of that, not everyday is gauranteed. We won't know if something will come up to conflict with that schedule.

"Yeah...I guess." He mumbled from his spot sitting in the chair.

"Secondly, our baby has to keep his grades up. If you start letting your grades drop because we are becoming a distraction, then this will stop. You're education is important to us, right Paul?" Jacob spoke again, but from his tone, I didn't really think that he cared what Paul thought about the rule.

From the silent nod that Paul gave, I got the feeling that he knew this as well.

"Third, you will not be with anyone else but Paul and I. You belong to us. Understand?" He spoke the rule in a growl.

My voice seemed to abandon me, so I simply nodded my head to show that I did indeed understand.

"Hm...I think that's about it." Jacob said, seeming to have relaxed, "Can you think of anything else Paul?"

"Nope." He shook his head before standing up and walking towards the same exit that Jacob had came in through, "I have to go to practice. See ya tomorrow baby boy." He smiled at me over his shoulder before leaving.

Hurt.

That's how I felt when he just left, giving me a simple smile rather than a see-you-later-kiss.

I felt like a kid who just got a shiny new toy. The same kid that pushes everything old aside and only wants that one new toy.

So is it bad that I want to push my old toy aside to chase after my new one?


A/N: Woop! ahaha so yeah...what I really want is for you guys to start paying attention to character's attitude patterns. Also, kinda start thinking of who you like better so far...Paul or Jacob? Ahaha and should Seth try and go talk to Paul or should he stay and spend some time with Jacob? Let me know! Also, is this continue worthy? Ahaha I had fun writing it either way. And thank you all so much for the reviews! I do apologize for not having replied to anyone! But I'm suffering some technical difficulties lol

Notoriously Yours,

GoinnGaGa