Chapter 2:
Brandon's POV:
As Paul closed the door I fell back and landed on the soft white bed. Its been so long since I slept on a bed. I quickly sat up and gasped. "I can finally take a hot shower!" I lept of the bed and headed to the door. I opened it quietly hoping not to disturb Paul who was in his room. I tiptoed down the hall and into the bathroom where i saw a walk in shower with grayish tiles. I immediately took off my old smelly cloths and turned the water on as hot it could go. "I hope Paul doesn't mind me using his soap." I said to myself.
I walked into the hot water and it felt amazing. I haven't showered in the longest time and it felt great to get the smell and filth off. I soaked my hair and grabbed the body gel. I squeezed the bottle and filled the palm of my hand with gel. I scrubbed my body down twice letting the hot water wash the suds away. Next I grabbed the shampoo and filled the palm of my hand. I made sure I scrubbed extra hard to get all the dirt out. I rinsed my hair out and just stood in the water enjoying the way it ran down my body, running over my chest, abs, my area, and finally down my legs.
The water was starting to cool down so i decided it was time to get out. I shut the water off and grabbed a towel that was hanging from the rack. I dried my hair, body and rapped it around my waist. I made sure i cleaned up and walked to the door. I opened it and jumped. Paul was standing there as if he was about to knock. I looked into his face and saw he was blushing. I raised and eyebrow as i tightened the towel around my waist. "Is there something wrong?" "Uh uh, I..I." Paul just shoved a plastic bag at me. I took it and looked into it. "Whats this stuff?" "They're older cloths of mine that don't fit me, I knew you didn't have any so I..I decided to give you my old ones." I smiled. "Thanks Paul."
"No problem." he seemed nervous for some reason. "Are you sure your alright?" i asked. he just looked at me with his chocolate eyes "Uh um yeah I'm...I'm alright." I shrugged and began to walk to my room. "If you say so, night Paul." "Night." I walked into my room and closed the door. I set the bag on the bed and looked at it' contents. A Pair of brown boots, three boxer shorts, two pairs of cut off jeans, two pairs of socks, three sleeve less shirts and jacket whose sleeves were cut off. I sighed. "At least its better thank my old cloths. I took a pair of boxer shorts and slid them on. "Wow they actually fit." I folded up the towel and see it on the dresser. The rest of the cloths went into the draws of the empty dresser, the boots at the foot of my bed. Once i was all settled in i jumped into bed in Paul's or i should say my boxers and turned off the lights. I muttered to myself, "This is way better thank sleeping on the forest floor." With that I finally fell asleep.
Paul's POV:
As I layed down on my bed thinking about Brandon the water in the shower turned on. "Oh god I would love to be in there with him right now." I said to myself. Then it hit me, "He has no cloths since he left his home, maybe I should give him my old ones." I quickly raided my draws to look for boxers, pants, shirts, a pair of boots and an old jacket of mine. "This should do." I found a plastic bag and shoved everything in it.
The water was still running, so I quickly walked up to the bathroom door. With every step I took my heart began to beat faster. I slowly raised my hand to knock on the door, then the water was shut off. "What if he comes out naked, I probably won't be able to control myself if he does." I thought to my self. Then the door opened, Brandon was standing there a towel rapped tightly around his waist. His hair was still wet which dripped water, sending it down his muscular body. "Oh my god hes so fucking sexy." I felt my cheeks begin to blush. Brandon just raised an eyebrow and tightened the towel which hugged his ass tighter. "Is there something wrong?" I couldn't take it anymore so i just shoved the bag in front of him. Brandon took the bag and looked into it "Whats this stuff?" "They're older cloths of mine that don't fit me, I knew you didn't have any so I..I decided to give you my old ones." I smiled. He smiled back at me which made him look really cute, "Thanks Paul." I blushed again. He seemed to have noticed. "Are you sure your alright?" I just looked into his eyes as he did the same "Uh um yeah I'm...I'm alright." He shrugged and began to walk to his room."If you say so, night Paul."
I watched as he walked away, predominantly his ass. I could feel my dick slowly becoming hard in my jeans. I sighed "Night." And walked back into my room and sat down on the bed I sighed. "How am I going to tell him all of this, he just joined the pack and I already Imprinted on him."
Brandon's POV:
As I slept a ray of sunlight hit my face as it peaked behind the corner of the curtain. I opened my eyes and sat up. "I haven't moved at all during the the night ?" I swung my lungs over the said of the bed and stretched. "That was a good night's sleep." I chuckled. I walked to the dresser and pull out one of Paul's old jeans that weren't cut. "Hmm the fit perfectly." I said to myself. I pulled on his socks and boots. "These fit too." I shrugged and headed out of my door. I looked down the hall and saw that Paul's door was still shut closed. "I better be quiet."
I made my way down the wooden stairs and looked around the house. There were to archways on either side of me. The one on my left appeared to be the living room. There was a couch with two side tables on each end. In front of the couch was a fire place with a picture of forest scenery hanged above the mantle. On the floor there was a rug the took up most of the living room. The white curtains on the windows were glowing from the sunlight that shone behind it.
As I walked into the living room there was another archway that led to a dinning room. A wooden table with six wooden chairs where in the center. I small chandelier hung from the ceiling from a brass chain. I walked out of the living room across the hall and into a kitchen. The cabinets were wooden. The counters has a granite top as well as the island in the center. The sink, microwave, stove top, oven and refrigerator were all stainless steel. At the back of the kitchen there was a door that led to the forests of La Push.
"Nice house Paul." I smiled and felt my stomach rumble. "Hmmm I'm hungry, i think I'll make breakfast." "It's the least I can do for Paul." I flicked the lights on and opened to the refrigerator. I shuffled around grabbing a dozen eggs, a pack of bacon and butter. I set the items on the counter and shuffled around the pantry as i grabbed some bread, salt and pepper. I opened the lower cabinets and found a frying pan. I set the frying pan on the stove and set the heat to high. Moments later there was a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. I went to the fridge and grabbed a carton of orange juice. "Should I wake Paul, I don't want to be rude and wake him." I asked myself.
Then a deep husky voice came from behind me. "No need to." I jumped and turned around. Paul was leaning against the wall wearing a pair of jeans, he had no shirt on again. "Oh hehe I made breakfast, it's least I could to thank you for letting me stay with you." Paul smirked looking at me up and down. I turned and grabbed plates, forks and cups i handed them to Paul touched my hands while doing so making me blush. Paul smirked and headed over to a small table near the kitchen window. I grabbed the food and followed.
The two of us sat across from each other and served ourselves. I began eating when i noticed that Paul was staring at me again. I looked at his eyes. "Is there something wrong with the food?" "No its great." he smiled at me, I smiled back and continues eating. As the two of us finished I got up to wash the dishes. Paul followed me as I washed the dishes. Suddenly I felt someone standing little to close. I turned my head slightly to see Paul up against my back.
My heart began to beat faster as rubbed up against my back. His hands were placed on the counter on either side of me. Paul then whispered something in my ear. "That was a great breakfast, I have to go on patrol, I'll see you later." And with that he kissed me on the cheek and headed out the back door.
I stood there frozen not being able to comprehend what just happened. Paul just kissed me on the cheek. My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. I sighed and quickly cleaned up the kitchen and decided I would go find Sam to ask when i go on patrol. I sighed to myself as I ran upstairs to find a shirt and headed out the door to find Sam.