Thank you all for all the wonderful reviews. I can't stop laughing at how many of you called Sam a dick! Remember, we're seeing a bit of their pasts to hopefully get a little bit more insight to each of the characters. Its time to meet Jake and Paul. Remember, Leah isn't even a blip on their radar at this point.
Chapter 2
I really hate modern rap music. That was the only thought currently going through Paul Lahote's head, which was pathetic on a whole new level. Bringing his beer up to his mouth he drained it and headed to the kitchen to get a fresh one. Paul was trying to get into the spirit of things and celebrate with his friends—you only graduated from high school once for fucks sake—but he couldn't do it; no matter how hard he tried he couldn't celebrate this achievement.
The reason was simple…he didn't deserve it.
Sure he had done the work and gotten the grades, but this life wasn't his. He was an impostor. Nothing more than a first rate poser and eventually the truth was going to come out and bite him in the ass.
Grabbing a Corona he waded his way back to his spot against the living room wall and fixed his mug with what he hoped was a whole lot of "leave me the fuck alone".
There was all of ten seconds of quiet before the bass of the latest song started to reverberate through the room. How in the hell were people expected to hold a conversation? His gaze fell on his best friend across the room and he chuckled to himself. So that was how. If the lustful gaze on the face of the girl he had trapped against the wall was any indication, Jacob Black was currently engaged in what appeared to be a very interesting conversation
Now Jacob Black—unlike his poser self— was the real deal. All State QB1, Valedictorian, Prom King and that's just the tip of the iceberg. The guy was genuinely a good person. He was honest and had integrity and was loyal almost to a fault, especially where Paul was concerned. There wasn't a malicious bone in his body, it's like the guy was a ray of fucking sunshine. Not to mention he got more pussy than Wilt Chamberlain.
Jacob was the guy every girl wanted and the guy every other guy wanted to be.
Especially Paul.
Paul met Jake when they were just seven years old. After getting in a fistfight over a swing they became best friends and never looked back. The night of his eighth birthday life as he knew it changed, and Paul became a ward of the state. For reasons still unknown to him, Jake's dad Billy petitioned the courts for full custody of Paul—and being the respected Chief of the Quileute nation, he won. He would never forget the day Billy, Jake and his mom Sarah came and took him out of that awful place and gave him a home. They saved his life and that was the day he and Jake became inseparable. Jake was a lifeline he couldn't let go of. He was the Yang to his Yin. Literally. There couldn't be darkness without light, and Jake was his light.
"Hey, Paul, how you doing?" Paul looked down at the sweet tart rubbing her tits all over his arm. He was so not in the mood for this right now.
"Fine." His answer was terse. Maybe if he were an asshole she'd leave him alone.
"I really like this look you got going on. You look hot. It screams "Bad boy" and you know how girls love a bad boy."
"Bad boy, huh?" He looked down at his generic jeans from Wal-Mart. They were old as hell, faded so bad in some spots there were holes. His shoes were a used pair of combat boots he bought at the Army surplus store and the Black leather jacket he wore was a thrift store bargain. In fact, the only nice thing he had on was a black t-shirt from A&F of Jakes that the guy had insisted he wear.
Oh yeah, he was a "bad boy" all right. It's not that he didn't have money; Billy and Sarah loved him as if he was one of their own and he'd never wanted for anything. He just couldn't bring it upon himself to take advantage of their generosity. He didn't need flashy clothes or material things. He was happy just having clean clothes to wear, food in his stomach and a roof over his head. It's why he worked so hard to get good grades, his full ride meant Billy and Sarah didn't have to pay for him to go to college even though they had been more than willing to. He wanted to make Billy proud and pay him back and getting a college education was the one way he could do that.
"You don't think so?" And queue the batting eyelashes and flirty hair flip. Christ this was exhausting.
"Nope." He said popping the "p" for emphasis. Fuck him; he was going to have to resort to rudeness.
"Well, what would you call it then?"
"Sweetheart, this look is all Broke Ass Rez-Rat. Now why don't you do me a favor and go rub your tits on someone else's arm. I'm not interested." Doe brown eyes began to fill with tears.
"I don't understand what ever I did to make you hate me so much." Paul's conscious was kicking in and he was about to give her his prepared "its not you it's me" speech when Jake walked up behind her. His gaze locked hard on Paul's.
"Hey Becca, how are you doing tonight?" He asked as his hands landed on either side of her slim hips. Keeping his eyes locked on Paul's he started to whisper something in her ear. Paul didn't know what Jake was saying but her eyes got impossibly wide. She looked at Paul, a soft blush covering her cheeks and then up at Jake. Looking at Paul one last time she nodded shyly. Jake gave her one of his famous blinding smiles and kissed her temple. She gave Paul one last longing look before scurrying away. Probably running to tell the rest of the flock that she just talked to Jacob Black.
"So, my brother, what's doing?" Jake asked.
"Not a whole lot. You didn't have to come over here, I was fine. I can handle myself you know."
"I don't doubt that for a minute. I came over because I wanted to." Jake looked at the beer in Paul's hand and frowned. "How many of those have you had?"
"A few…why?" At Jake's skeptical look he snorted. "Don't give me shit. I'm celebrating. I am officially a high school graduate and in less than three months I'll be faking my way through college."
"Don't."
"Don't what?"
"You know what. When are you going to get it through your fucking head that you deserve this? That you deserve to have a life? You did this. Not me, not my dad…you did."
"I'm not in the mood for this shit right now." Recognizing the "shut down" Jake dropped it.
"C'mon. We've got somewhere we got to be." Paul wrinkled his brown in confusion. "Do you trust me?"
"With my life, you know that."
"Then put down that beer and follow me." Paul drained the bottle before setting it down much to Jakes annoyance, and then with a nod he motioned for him to lead the way. The party was in full swing and there were people everywhere. Jake weaved in and out through the crush and headed towards the stairs, he took them up two at a time and when Paul met him at the top he saw the anticipation in his friends eyes.
"Where exactly are you taking me?" He asked suspicious even as he followed him down the hall. Jake stopped at a door and turned to Paul. His eyes were full of acceptance, acceptance and a fuck-load of hope.
"Aw, Man. Are you fucking kidding me?" He said, finally understanding what Jake was asking him to do. Paul closed his eyes, his hands clenching and unclenching repeatedly. Was he really going to do this? Opening his eyes he looked at Jake. His friend's eyes told him everything he needed to know. Taking a shaky breath he slowly nodded his head. "Ok. I'm in." Jake's smile made it all worth it. His nervousness, his doubt and his hesitation all evaporated into thin air. He could do this for him, even though he knew deep down that that wasn't what this was about.
"You sure you're cool with it?" Jake asked one more time.
"Yeah, I'm sure. You know, there is no one else I would ever even consider doing this with."
"You know I always got your back right."
"Yeah, yeah…lets save the mushy shit for another time, you're killing my hard on. Open the door, I'm sure Becca doesn't want to be kept waiting."
"No, she doesn't." And with that, Jake opened the door. Paul looked around the room. It was huge and had a king size bed, which was probably a good thing considering what was about to go down in there. The door closed with a soft click and then he heard the catch of the lock.
"Don't want anyone barging in and interrupting." Jake said in explanation.
There was a creak as Becca opened the adjoining bathrooms door. She looked flushed, excited. Taking a deep breath she walked over to Paul. He took a minute to really look at her. She had big brown eyes and long black hair. He had always thought she was pretty, and he was well aware of the crush she'd had on him since sixth grade. He also knew she was way out of his league, that was why he always pushed her away and acted uninterested. But this was different. This would only be the one night and it would stay between the three of them. He didn't want anyone getting wind of this; it would slaughter Becca's reputation.
"Hey, Becca. You sure about this?" He asked snaking his hand around a long curl that had fallen over her breast. She closed her eyes and sighed at his touch.
"Yeah…yeah I am. Never been more sure about anything in my life." She whispered.
"You need to understand something first." She nodded and he continued. "This is a one time thing. And whatever happens in here stays in here. It's important that tonight stays between us, Becca, if anyone ever found out it would be bad for you. You know how people are and I would never want you hurt that way. Ok?"
"I'll take it to my grave." She promised. Paul looked behind her at Jake. He saw the encouragement in his eyes as he walked slowly towards them. His eyes fell back down to Becca's mouth. A little pink tongue snuck out at just that moment wetting her full lips and killing what was left of his resistance. With a moan he bent his head and captured her mouth with his own.
Jake stood back and watched as his best friend finally let go of his tightly reigned control, it was a thing of beauty. It was real, raw. And it just seemed right that he was here to witness it.
Everything in him said this should be wrong, but it didn't feel that way. They were all eighteen and consenting adults. None of them were under the influence of anything other than their own hormones and it was private. There were tons of guys he knew who would love bragging rights to something like this, but not Jake. He was about to experience something so intimate with his best friend that he wasn't sharing it with anyone. Ever. This was something he would cherish for the rest of his life.
He watched them for a few more minutes, his hand rubbing his hard on through his jeans. He had never been more turned on in his life. There was just something perfect about this whole situation. Tired of his role as voyeur he took the last remaining steps separating him and the couple who were rapidly losing their clothes.
Reaching over his shoulder Jake pulled of his t-shirt while simultaneously kicking off his shoes and socks and then his hands were gathering Becca's hair and pulling it out of the way, giving Paul access to her now naked breasts. A shudder of pleasure ran through her and Jake smiled. He was going to make sure she enjoyed this, it was the least he could do. She wasn't aware of the gift she was giving them and he owed her big time.
The truth was he loved Paul. He wasn't in love with him or attracted to him in any way, shape or form. Jake was 100% heterosexual, just like Paul, but the emotions were there. He and Paul had shared every aspect of their lives up to this point and it only seemed natural that sex be included. Up until now all of Jakes sexual encounters seemed to be missing something, and now he knew exactly what that something was. Paul.
"Take his pants off, Becca." Jake whispered in her ear. She didn't hesitate; her hands flew to the buttons on Paul's jeans and she had them off in the blink of an eye. Jake looked at his friend. He was flushed and breathing heavy and fittingly aroused given the situation, his eyes were full of lust and just a little bit of uncertainty. "You're going to listen to me now, Becca. Understand?"
"Yes." She breathed out, her own arousal now a palpable thing.
"I want you to drop to your knees and suck Paul off. You're going to keep sucking his cock until I tell you to stop, understand?" Her eyes met Paul's hungrily as she nodded and then she fell to her knees and took his cock in her little hands. Jake kept her hair wrapped around his fist, guiding her mouth along his friend's shaft with gentle pressure and maybe just a little bit of pain. But she liked it…he knew that from experience. They had dated off and on over the years and Becca had been his first, and he hers. It was kinda poetic that she was the one here now.
"Oh fuck…" Paul's head fell back in ecstasy.
"Suck him harder, Becca." Her cheeks caved in as she followed his orders, Paul's hips started to pump as he got closer and closer to the edge.
"Oh god…oh god…I'm gonna…" The last sound was a deep moan from the middle of Paul's chest and Becca, champ that she was, took everything he gave her. "Holy fuck."
"Your turn, Becca." Jake said releasing her hair. "You know what to do." Paul watched as she hurriedly lost the last of her clothes and crawled up on the bed. Laying on her back with her legs spread, her eyes glassy and full of need, she waited for Jake. His dick started to get hard again just looking at her. He watched as Jake, who was now as naked as the rest of them, fell on the bed and buried his face between her legs. Becca immediately started to moan, her hips tilting up to meet Jakes mouth. He was in awe as his friend made her come not once or twice but three different times.
"God I love your mouth, Jake." she said as he stood up and wiped a hand over his mouth and chin. His erection looked like it was about ready to explode and Paul felt for the guy. He felt the same way, even though he came fifteen minutes ago. Her eyes fell on Paul and she smiled. Sitting up she grabbed his hand and pulled him down on the bed. She was just about to straddle him when Jake met Paul's eyes.
"Hands and knees, Becca." He said with a little more force than necessary. She gave him an odd look and he started to blush. "Sorry, I didn't mean for that to come out the way it did…I'm just hurting over here."
Looking at his throbbing erection she giggled. "I'd say so." Jake bent down and pulled a couple of condoms out of his jeans and tossed one to Paul with a look that said, "Put it on now." While Paul was doing the "latex pinch and roll" Jake positioned himself at the head of the bed against the headboard and Becca made quick work of landing in between his legs. Paul watched them for a few minutes, the sight making him that much harder. He was kinda torn between watching and putting the condom to use. He was about to say fuck it and give in to his inner voyeur when Jakes eyes snapped up to his.
"Fuck her." It wasn't a suggestion. Paul wasn't usually one to take orders but in this situation he was going to listen. Crawling behind Becca he got in the position of function and took a deep breath. Jesus Christ, was he really going to do this with his best friend watching? Well sort of, his eyes were currently closed as he fucked Becca's mouth. Like he knew what he was thinking Jakes eyes opened and locked on his. Yup, he was really going to do this. Taking one more deep breath he thrust foreword, burying himself to the hilt.
"Oh God that feels so good." Becca mumbled through a mouthful of cock. "More."
That was all the encouragement Paul needed. His body took over like a pro and his hips started to jackhammer. Time froze as they spent what must have been hours fucking Becca in every way possible. It was by far the most erotic experience of any of their lives. When it was over they all lay there, totally spent and maybe even a little dehydrated. Paul looked at the sleeping girl between him and his best friend and felt at peace for the first time in his life.
Jake met his stare in the dimly lit room. "You ok?" He whispered not wanting to wake Becca up.
"Yeah, I'm straight. You?" He whispered back.
"Good…I'm good. Do you regret it?"
"No, not at all. It felt…." He paused, unsure of how to word what he was trying to say.
"Right." Jake supplied.
"Yeah, it felt right. What bout you?"
"The same." He answered honestly.
They lay there for a little while longer, each lost in their own thoughts. Paul reflected on what just happened. He just lost his virginity, with his best friend right by his side. Just like he was for every other milestone in their lives. Knowing it was his first time Jake had guided, supported, encouraged and even prodded him when necessary making the whole experience perfect. Something he would never forget. He was also afraid they just set a precedent for the way things would be in the future.
Jake on the other hand was struggling with his own thoughts and emotions. Having Paul with him did something for him he couldn't explain. He had never enjoyed sex more than he just did, but he also couldn't see himself having the same kind of experience with anyone else. He didn't want to have sex with Paul but he wanted him there. He had a feeling that one-on-on sex was a thing of the past and he could only hope Paul felt the same way.
