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A/N: This chapter is dedicated to the absolutely fantastic 29 people who reviewed my original story. Thank you all so much! I have been writing this almost constantly since I published the first chapter in October so I do have a few chapters ready to go for you. Chapter 1 has been extended due to word restrictions on the original contest so it might be worth a re-read!

Still don't read this if you're under 18 please.

So, on to the morning after the night before. This was when Ifell in love with Adam. Le sigh…

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Chapter 2

My first thought the next morning was how hot I was. I've never slept next to anyone before and the combined heat of my own naked skin pressed tight to Adam's had caused slick sweat to spread between his chest and my back and more to tickle my chest. His breath was warm on my shoulder and through my sleep- fuzzy head I registered that his arm was still wrapped around my chest. He hadn't let go, all night.

But I had to pull away now; the clock on Adam's nightstand read 7:23 and we had to move soon or my absence last night would be noticed. If I was patrolling I usually got in around 8:00...

Adam's lips found my shoulder and his voice croaked a quiet "Mornin'," before he rolled over onto his own side of the bed and started to breathe deeply again. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and pushed my hair back from my face then followed his journey to the cool side of the sheets. Adam grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him, my body curving around his like his had held mine through the night. I couldn't stop my lips from finding his neck and laying little kisses there, or stop my morning wood from grinding into his ass. Adam laughed a little and reached back to put a soft kiss on my lips.

"We need to get up," I told him, my eyes closed against his rejection.

"Someone's already up," he teased and kissed my chin. I kept my eyes closed but smiled. "Do you want a shower?"

"Mmm," I mumbled. "Shower sounds good."

"Through there," Adam pointed to a door I hadn't seen last night. "There should be towels under the counter."

"Thanks," I said and hauled my naked ass out of bed, not trusting myself to say anything else. Adam whistled at me as I walked away from him so I flipped him the bird, not bothering to look back. He laughed again as I shut the bathroom door behind me and I remembered how much I love the sound of his laughter.

The bathroom was small but high- an important feature when you're over 6'4". It took a couple of seconds for the water to heat up and I found a towel and checked to see if I needed to shave. It could wait. I hissed as I stepped into the cubicle and the steaming water hit my sensitive skin and rested my hands against the cool tiles, letting the water pound down on my back. I stayed like this even after I has washed myself down with Adam's spicy shower gel and cleaned off what I hadn't caught last night. Eventually I was clean but not making any move to turn the water off.

"Jake?" Adam knocked lightly on the door. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I called back. He was quiet for a moment.

"Can I come in?"

"Sure," I tried to make my voice light, not really sure what was causing my little freak out.

"Hey," he said, knocking the lid down on the toilet and sitting on it. I felt stupid then so I turned the water off and reached for the towel, roughly drying my hair then wrapping it around my waist. I rolled my eyes at him as I stepped out of the shower; he stayed sitting there even as I took a half step to the side to let him past- it was all I could manage in this tiny freaking room.

He rolled his eyes back and stood up to pull open his cabinet, throwing a new toothbrush and razor onto the counter then squeezing past me to step into the shower, slapping my ass on the way past making me yelp then flush in embarrassment.

"Shave," he said turning on the water.

"Why?" I whined. "You don't."

"Because I look ruggedly handsome when I don't shave," he called over the rush of the water. "You just look scruffy. And not in a good way."

I ignored him and reached for the can of shaving foam. I tried to do it quickly without cutting myself, feeling weird about having someone watch me do this. No one ever had before. I was having an internal hissy fit about the new toothbrush and was dying to look in the cabinet to see if he had a pile of them, ready to offer his one night stands in the morning so they could have shower sex with minty- fresh breath. Was he going to sneak me back out of the back door and send me on my way with another slap to the ass? Was it really going to be over this quickly?

His voice interrupted my thoughts. "Before you go freaking out on me, I stocked up on essentials this week, that's why there's an extra toothbrush."

"Oh," I said, trying to sound nonchalant as I battled the bastard out of its stupidly complicated packaging. The water turned off and Adam wrapped his own towel around himself and joined me at the sink. He grabbed a battered toothbrush from a glass on the counter and offered me the toothpaste- we brushed in silence. Well, I brushed in silence, Adam hummed the theme to Spongebob Squarepants.

It took me a few moments to find my clothes around Adam's room and get dressed, he threw on a pair of sweats and a t shirt that made me want to rip them off him again. He passed me a clean pair of socks and we sat on the end of his bed together as I pulled them on, then noticed I hadn't worn any shoes here and took them off again. Ah well.

I thought about getting up to leave but there were more important things to attend to; I shifted so Adam and I were face to face and I leaned in to kiss him softly, rubbing my lips against his until he parted them and licked my top lip. We kissed slowly tasting the cool mint on each other's breath, one of his hands holding my arm and the other finding mine to hold, my free hand pressing onto his thigh. We pulled apart and Adam leaned in to rest his head on my shoulder. I automatically wrapped my arms around him to pull him in tight.

"Do you want my phone number?" he asked softly and I laughed as I remembered I didn't have it yet.

"Yes please," I said, kissing his hair. "Can I call you later? I need to work through some stuff in my head today. But I'll see you tomorrow anyway."

"You're coming back to school?" Adam sounded surprised and pulled back to look at me.

"Yeah," I sighed. "I can't really avoid it any longer. My dad said I could take some time until Bella had the baby but since I won't be seeing her any more I'm out of excuses."

"Okay," he said, sounding sad for me. "Do you want to borrow some shoes?"

I smiled at him. "Yeah, if that's okay. I'll return them later."

"I'm in no hurry," he said simply.

When we were done dressing Adam walked me down to the back door and kissed me lightly before I took off in a jog, not really wearing the right kind of clothes for a morning run but craving the burn in my muscles.

I lost my virginity last night. Wow. That's a big deal- I don't care who you are or how it happens- it's important. But I lost it with a guy who asked questions about my future and told me how it could be possible for us to have children together and who is a gay man who is about as effeminate as Obama. I used to have so many skewed ideas about gay men; you know, camp guys wearing leather trousers drinking pink cocktails and dancing the YMCA. Actually, Adam would look damn fine in leather trousers. And I have to stop thinking like that immediately or it's going to become very uncomfortable to keep running. Adam is strong and sporty and intelligent and artistic, he's not overpowering or obvious with his sexuality, he drinks beer with my friends and can laugh and joke and be himself without anyone suspecting things he doesn't want them to know.

And with that, I realized that I could be jeopardizing too much for him right now. Maybe Adam doesn't want people to know that he's gay. I didn't know before he told me, nor did anyone else from the pack. If he wanted people to know, surely we would? Could our relationship be a bad thing for him? Does Adam's mom even know?

The last thing in the world I would ever want is to hurt him. And people are going to be negative when we come out together. It's going to get nasty somewhere along the line, this is the 21st century and people can be really fucking small minded. The reality that our lives aren't going to be one big fluffy cloud of love and mind- blowing sex hurts, a lot. I don't want to join a 'scene' and have to move to a tolerant cosmopolitan city away from small- town mentality and discrimination, I want to stay close to home with my family and people who love me.

I sighed, knowing that I couldn't possibly come up with answers to all of this by myself, I would need to sit down with Adam at some point and discuss it with him. My priorities had to be meeting his family and introducing him to my dad, maybe telling my sisters about our relationship before they go back to college. Things were about to get a shit load more complicated.

-x-X-x-

I had sent Adam a quick text to tell him to wait for me later that evening. I had to do a run for Sam, patrol the perimeter north of the Cullen property. Seth was running down there for me for now, knowing I wouldn't be able to handle getting that close to Bella.

The rain had come in hard earlier and a light mist still hung in the air, not really raining but enough to keep me wet as I tried to run fast enough to dry off.

Jacob? Sam's voice came through.

Yeah? I answered him.

How are we?

Good, I told him. All clear.

You should go on then, he said.

I didn't need to be told twice. I changed direction smoothly, heading back towards Adam's house.

He was standing on the back porch when I arrived, smoking and looking out into the forest on the edge of the beach. He made an impressive picture against the night; smooth and dark and dangerous. I stepped out from between the trees and heard his startled gasp.

"Holy fucking hell, Black, you nearly scared me to death." I didn't want to phase back yet and padded up to the edge of the deck, flopping down next to the bottom step. Adam cautiously came down to sit next to me and flicked the end of his cigarette into the grass where it hissed softly. He was obviously still a bit nervous at the sight of me like this and I couldn't really blame him.

"My mom's inside," he said quietly. "I wouldn't stay like this too long or she might come out wondering why I'm talking to myself."

I grumbled a little but obliged him, stepping away so I could phase back to human. Standing now naked next to him I tried to shake the water out of my hair and Adam laughed as I sprayed him with rainwater.

"Do you want to borrow some clothes?" he asked, teasing me a bit.

"Nah, I was gonna walk in to meet your mom like this. Is that okay?"

"Hmm," he said, stepping back and tapping his chin. "I kinda like my mom alive, and although the sight of you all wet like that is fucking nice to look at, it might give her a heart attack so you best put something on. After all, she has a fondness for native American men."

I smiled and blushed and reached up on my toes to kiss him. "So do I," I whispered.

"Fuck," he murmured against my lips and took my hand to lead me up his stairs. "It's okay," he said after a moment in a low voice. "She has her music on and she can't hear me back here anyway."

I could hear bluesy music playing softly from another part of the house and felt slightly more at ease. It was the smell rather than the sight of Adam's room that made all of the emotion of last night come rushing back to me and my dick twitched at the memories.

Adam had gone straight to his dresser and threw a plain black t shirt on to the bed followed by a pair of jeans then picked up another pair of his shoes to put back to them.

"You can have these back before I go," I said nervously, annoyed at myself for taking his clothes again. "I'll need to phase back anyway."

"No worries," he shrugged as he made his way back to sit on the edge of the bed. I almost felt self conscious about being naked in front of him but Adam licked his lips and I followed the line of his eyes down and realized I was hard. "Come here," he demanded in a low voice.

"Not right now," I said, half plea, half nerves. Adam ignored me and reached out with one hand to take the back of my waist and pulled me towards him.

"Yes, right now," he said and kissed my stomach, his tongue flicking out to swirl around my belly button.

"But..." I protested weakly but his hands came round to cup my ass and squeezed gently as he licked the head of my cock, only teasing but enough to make me want to come there and then. I moaned low and long and tipped my head back against the throb of pleasure.

"Okay," he said lightly, leaning back on his hands and smirking at me. "We can do this another time."

I growled at him. Actually growled. "You better be sucking my cock in the next five seconds Hawk or I won't hold myself responsible for my actions."

His smirk grew wider but he came forward again. "That's my man," he said and his snarky mouth closed over my aching cock.

I smoothed my fingertips over his hair as his head started to bob up and down on me, partly so I could do something useful with them, partly as a comforting, loving thing to do and mostly to get all of his hair off his face so he could suck me properly. Adam used a couple of fingers to tickle the spot just behind by balls that felt so fucking good and I was thankful that he didn't try to push me any further because I couldn't take that yet, I just needed a release from all this pressure and tension and need...

I came so quickly it was almost embarrassing but he didn't seem to mind, swallowing me down and licking me clean before kissing my hip again.

"Better?" he asked, looking up at me from under long eyelashes.

"Yeah," I said softly and leaned down to kiss his head. "Thanks."

I dressed in the clothes Adam had set out for me and threw on a pair of Vans. I snagged a brush and hairband off his dresser and slicked my hair back into a low ponytail- it was getting long. I couldn't decide whether to get it all cut off again and would barely admit to myself that I was waiting to see which Adam preferred before making a decision.

The man himself came up behind me and placing his hands on my shoulders, kissed the back of my neck once. "Come on," he said giving my shoulders a little tug. "I promise she doesn't bite." I groaned at his joke and he laughed, taking my hand to walk with me down the stairs and only letting go when we got to the kitchen.

"Mom?" Adam called as he gestured to me to follow him through to the living room. It looked different in daylight. Adam's mother was curled up in a wide armchair reading a battered paperback novel. Her hair was tied back and she had on a pair of stonewashed jeans and a long sleeve t shirt and her feet were bare. She had on a pair of red reading glasses and something about the way she looked made me yearn for my own mother for the first time in a while. "This is Jake Black," Adam's voice interrupted me.

"Hi Jake," Mrs Hawk smiled and stood up gracefully.

"Mrs Hawk, it's nice to meet you," I said, shaking her hand and feeling like a dick.

"It's Carrie to friends," she laughed and gestured to me to sit down. Adam took the couch and laid out across it, kicking his feet up over the arm. "I haven't seen you in years, Jake, how are you doing? Do you have a girlfriend yet?" She was teasing but I was mortified.

"I'm okay," I said while blushing furiously and taking an acute interest in the knee of Adam's jeans. "And no, I don't have a girlfriend." Adam laughed.

"She's only teasing you, man, she does this to everyone. My mother is La Push's official matchmaker."

"Oh," I said, trying to will the blood away from my face with the power of my mind. After the humiliating start to the conversation I found Carrie was easy to talk to and really sweet. She travelled a lot with her job teaching music to kids; she told me how she had spent the past few years regretting teaching her son how to vent his aggression on percussion instruments and how drumming was his anger therapy, Adam couldn't even pick up a pencil until he was done with the aggression that he had had to learn how to control.

"I run," I offered, "It's the only way I can calm myself down if I'm having a rough day."

"I know," Carrie smiled. "I see you on the beach sometimes. You should go out with Adam some time, he could keep you company."

"That would be cool," I said and Adam winked at me. I tried to will the blood away from my cock with the power of my mind. It didn't work any better than it had on my cheeks.

I glanced at the clock and saw it was getting late. "I should get going," I said and Carrie smiled at me.

"Okay, well don't be a stranger," she said and I gave her a hug. It just felt right.

"I'll just go grab that book for you, Jake," Adam said and gave me a meaningful look. Shit. I was still wearing his clothes.

"I'm coming," I said and his eyebrows shot up into his hairline. Fuck. "I'll see you soon Carrie," I said and followed Adam's tight, jean- clad ass back through the kitchen and up to his room.

He stopped as soon as we hit his room and turned back to me, his eyes hot with desire.

"Adam," I warned, my voice lower than usual. "I can't. We can't. I shouldn't."

"Blah blah blah," he muttered and took the half a step to close the distance between us and pressed his mouth to mine. I couldn't stop the need and kissed him hungrily, my hands in his hair, his hands on my back. He pulled back first and slowed the kiss to something more loving, tasting me sweetly and stroking the back of my neck.

"You know I need to get naked before I can go," I said and he groaned.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he whispered against my lips.

I couldn't say goodbye and I stripped quickly as he watched while leaning against his closed door. I folded his clothes and laid them on his bed, then before I found another excuse to say I leapt out of his open window and phased mid-air, taking off into the forest and the night.

-x-X-x-

I knew it was gonna be shit because it was Monday and because I had missed the beginning of this semester and the end of the last one and because I was running late. But also because I was going to have to walk through our tiny ass school and be polite and friendly with Adam and restrain myself from pouncing on him in the hallways and making out in front of the entire student population. Diverse and liberal we were not. Oh, sure, people would call themselves open minded but a gay couple at La Push High? No fucking way.

I was running late because I had overslept and I needed to go and reregister at the office first period and pick up my timetable. The only thing that I cared about was getting back into the motor shop class, otherwise my car would never get fucking finished.

I could hear the bell ringing as I pulled into the parking lot and drove around in circles for a while trying to find a space, swearing and punching the wheel a bit which doesn't help but does succeed in getting me more worked up. By the time I had parked right at the back it was raining and I was going to get wet and I was really late. Fuck.

I tried to smile sweetly at the lady at the desk; she must be new because I sure didn't recognize her.

"You must be Mr Black," she said as I burst through the door.

"Uh, yeah," I said, trying to shake the water out of my hair.

"You need to sign these," she said, pulling out a stack of papers, "And when you're done we can discuss your timetable. I have to tell you certain teachers have expressed their reluctance to take you on after all the time you have missed, but if you agree to do extra assignments we might just be able to get things to work out for you."

"Whatever," I muttered, grabbing a pencil and scrawling my name next to the X's she had marked on the paperwork. Fuck knows what I was agreeing to, I just wanted this shit over with so I could go back to my life.

"Okay," she said, all light and chirpy, tapping some details into her computer. "You can have your fifth period in motor shop, that's fine," I gave myself a mental high five. "You will need to do literature in first period and calculus in second, there's no room for argument on that I'm afraid. Gym before lunch?" she looked at me expectantly. Sure. What the fuck. I don't care. I nodded. "Fourth you've got a choice of History, German or Art."

"What?" What sort of screwed up choice is that? "Look, Miss-" I checked the name tag on the front of her ugly- ass dress "Campbell I've never taken any of that before. I can't speak German and I can barely draw a circle without fuc- I mean, I can barely draw a circle."

"Looks like you're doing History then," she smiled, ignoring my almost outburst.

"But I hate History," I whined. "Are you sure there's nothing else?"

"Look Mr Black," she said, her sweet voice gone and now suddenly sharp, "After your attendance last year and this you are lucky the school administration are letting you back here at all. If I were you I'd take my timetable, say 'Thank you Miss Campbell' and get your sorry ass to Literature because I don't want to discuss this any further."

She held out a sheet of paper she had just printed from her computer and another that had a reading list on it. "Thank you Miss Campbell," I said in the most frustrated monotone I could manage and stormed out of the office.

I spent the rest of the morning smiling tightly at the same sarcastic comments from teachers who think I haven't heard it before, predictable snide remarks about working hard and am I ready to focus on my education now; this damn reservation was too fucking small and everyone seemed to know that I had been absent because of Bella. Instead of actually getting into the gym for third period I was sent outside to run the track for an hour in the rain to make sure I was 'in shape'. Fuck off. I'm in the best shape of my fucking life, I can run from here to Canada and back in the next hour if you like, Coach, but I might have to change into the form of a giant wolf to be able to complete the task. That okay with you?

I was pissed and hungry by the time I got to the cafeteria and there were far too many people in front of me in the line but I joined it anyway. Then when I had paid for it there were far too many people sat down and I couldn't find Quil or Embry or anyone to go and sit with. I wandered to the back, trying to find an empty damn seat if nothing else and eventually saw my friends huddled round a table.

I slammed my tray down, making them jump and told them "To hell with this place." I sat across from Embry and next to Quil, apparently they had been comparing homework answers across the table.

Embry laughed at me and Quil slapped me on the back. "Tough morning?"

"Don't even go there," I groaned and grabbed my sandwich. "I forgot how much I hate education."

"I've spotted something that will cheer you up," Embry taunted me in a stupid singsong voice and stood up to whistle ridiculously loudly at someone across the room.

"Hey Hawk!" he yelled.

"What the fuck?" I hissed at him, feeling the flush on my neck and not daring to turn around.

"Oh shut up," Quil laughed at me. "I know you want to see him. Stop being such a freaking girl."

"Hey," Adam said, dropping into the seat next to Embry. I smiled, not knowing what else to say or do in front of my friends. It wasn't that I was ashamed of him or anything, they liked the guy so there wouldn't be any issues about that, it just felt weird.

In the first three seconds after he sat down I managed to record the fact that Adam hadn't shaved again this morning, he was wearing black jeans and Doc Martens which was a really good look for him, a long sleeve gray t shirt and a beat up brown leather jacket. He was wearing a different kind of cologne to the one he had worn on the weekend and he had some kind of cord necklace on and he had changed the top earring in his ear from a stud to a loop. His hair was wet from his shower after gym and I wanted to kiss him so bad it hurt.

"How's your first day back in education going Jake?" he smirked at me.

"Fucking ace," I muttered, ripping open my packet of Doritos and offering him one. Quil and Embry gaped at me and I realized my mistake. Jacob Black doesn't share food. "I don't like you enough to share," I told them in a childish voice and stuffed a chip into my mouth. Adam cracked up, Embry rolled his eyes and Quil ignored me and went back to copying Embry's homework.

This was some kind of turning point for me, I could be affectionate with Adam around my friends and they weren't going to wig out on me. I told Adam about my unfortunate incident with timetabling this morning and how I got landed with a History class I seriously don't want to be in.

"You should have taken Art," he said, shrugging at me.

"Adam I can barely hold a fucking pencil," I laughed. "There's no way I would pass Art."

"I would have helped," he smiled and I thought how little I must really know about him.

"You take Art?" I asked.

"Christ, Jake, where have you been?" Embry butted in. "Adam did all of the portraits down the north corridor." I knew the portraits he meant; they were black and white photographs of important members of the tribe, a really beautiful collection that I had seen hundreds of times but always assumed they had been done by a professional.

"You did those?" I asked, trying to keep the surprise out of my voice.

Adam just nodded and took a bite out of his sandwich, grabbing another couple of my chips.

"They're really good," I said lamely. I wished I knew more about him. It was embarrassing that my two best friends seemed to know more about Adam than I did, I mean, I slept in this guy's arms only two nights ago but I don't know the important stuff. "What are you doing later?" I asked him suddenly.

"Not a lot," he said casually.

"Do you want to come by for dinner at Sam's? Emily is cooking for us all."

He looked at me curiously. "Are you sure you're ready for that?"

"Just dinner, Adam," I said, "No big confessions or anything. You can just meet everyone."

He nodded and said "Sounds good," but the excitement in his eyes betrayed him.

"I'll pick you up around six?" I asked.

"See you later," he said, getting up to go dump his tray.

"Later," I said softly, hating having to watch him walk away.

"You two make me feel sick." Quil summed up the sentiment of the moment nicely.