Um, this chapter kind of happened on accident. I had a different idea for it but then this sort of...well, spewed out?

Anyway, not my best chapter, I think. But it's important and not that bad.
Right?

J-just read on, okay?

-ooo-

Saturday Morning

"It's a good thing we get hotel rooms at the convention, huh?"

"Yes, I suppose it is. Although, I'm sure I could pass off my sparkling as late night clubbing here in Montreal," Carlisle teased. When Jacob arched a brow at him in question, the blond realized his joke was a bit too over the teen's head.

"Nevermind, Jacob. You wouldn't-"

"Carlisle? Oh goodness, is that you?" a man came up, flashing them a well-manicured smile. He began talking excitedly to the vampire, even embracing him. Jacob frowned at that; no one else should be touching his man. The thought shocked him. Carlisle wasn't even his.

At least, not yet.

"Carlisle, baby, you have to get a drink with me. Just you and me."

"No, I'm sorry Sean. But I have to-"

"Oh c'mon, not that same 'I have to do some work' excuse," the one called Sean eyed Jacob suspiciously, "Or is he your excuse?"

"Well, yes but not in-"

"Ah, so you do swing that way! I knew it, I just knew it. And what a way to come out... Of course, I'd want to share that with the world too," he smiled. Jacob looked from Carlisle to this new man who was scrutinizing him. His love interest obviously didn't want this man and from his stiff posture – more stoic than normal, anyway – he didn't want to even talk to the man. So, Jacob decided, he'd play along.

"Yeah, he can barely keep his hands off me," he agreed before slipping an arm around Carlisle's waist. Golden eyes flicked up to him, confused. He gave the older man a knowing smile and winked. Now the doctor got it.

"It's not my fault. My hands know what they like," he teased back, fitting right into his role.

"Oh, you two are so cute. Say, could I get a pic of you two kissing? God, the girls are going to love this," he started searching for his camera. Jacob saw panic flash across his friend's eyes and tightened his grip on his waist. Even if he wanted to kiss him, he wouldn't let the man go through something he didn't want to. Carlisle didn't need a boyfriend right now. He needed a friend; so that's all Jacob would be…for now.

"Actually, we don't kiss on demand. So you'll have to stick it to your fantasies, bub. C'mon, babe. Let's go get a snack; I'm hungry." Jacob then turned and, his arm still wrapped around Carlisle's waist, started walking away. He waved his hand in the air as a goodbye.

"Later, Sean."

"Jacob, that was…thank you. Sean is a surgeon I met at last year's convention and….and he wouldn't leave me alone so I kept making excuses to leave and…you didn't have to do that, but thank you," Carlisle muttered, actually touched that this teenager would go to such lengths to save him from such awkward situations. The werewolf stopped and turned to him.

"You're my friend, Carlisle. I care about you and I'm always gonna be there for you."

"Well," the blond smiled, "Didn't think you'd throw my words back at me. You actually remembered what I told you."

"I'd never forget it. You're one of my favorite people, you know," Jacob admitted with a sly grin.

"You mean besides that girl?"

"What girl?"

"The one you were telling me about. The one you'd do anything for."

"Oh, right…that girl…" Jacob's eyes shifted from side to side until his expression turned blank. He put his hands on Carlisle's waist – oh boy, did those hips beg to be pressed against his own – and leaned his head forward to whisper in Carlisle's ear. His closeness surprised the older man, who should've pushed him away. But for some reason, he couldn't make that happen. He enjoyed this proximity, the warm hands holding his hips and the warm breath on his ear. A shiver ran down his spine as he thought of how easy it'd be to lean forward so their bodies pressed together. He could steal all that warmth so easily and maybe steal a few more things…

Oh god, what was he thinking? Those kinds of thoughts…they did him no good. He had learned that the hard way so many years ago…

"Carlisle, did you hear me?" Jacob hissed, "That Sean guy is watching us still." There, Carlisle assured himself, that explains the actions. Jacob was simply playing his part once more and the whispering in his ear was to prevent suspicion.

"Then we'll hold hands until he can't see us, alright?" Carlisle said with a smile, as if he'd just accepted a proposition. At least, that's what he hoped it looked like. Jacob pulled away with a nearly matching – hard to match perfection, after all – smile before dropping his hand into the air. Carlisle took his hand and together they walked, hand in hand. The tawny skin felt so warm beneath his touch, it made him curious if a certain area was…

Ugh, again with those thoughts. He felt ashamed of himself; like a hormone-driven teenager. So, for the rest of the day, he tried his best to do away with those inappropriate thoughts and instead focused on showing Jacob everything. They toured the booths where he explained what certain medicines were for what, what test searched for this disease, what surgery was used to cure that problem, and he even managed to introduce the boy to several doctors, some of which were the greatest minds in Canada and Northern America.

After the convention closed for the day – which had been around eight, the two of them went out for a dinner. It was one that was far above the level of the 'diner dates' that both men had grown so accustomed to. And after this dinner, Jacob planned to make his move. He decided that Carlisle didn't need a friend or a boyfriend. No, he needed the truth. And the truth was, hopefully, going to take them to something more along the lines of one thing he hoped for deeply, preciously:

Lovers.

Near Dawn

"Thank you, Jacob. It was quite pleasant to have some company at dinner. Did you enjoy your meal?" Dr. Cullen asked politely. Jacob mumbled nervously something about it being good. He knew what should come next. He had walked the man to his "house" and they were just now having their ending conversation. He had wanted to do this for a while now, but had waited patiently for Carlisle.

"That's good to know. Well, I suppose I'll see you tomorrow morning. Remember to grab some breakfast if you want anything before we leave for the airpo-"

He had been cut off by the strong lips pressed against his. The first thing to flash into his mind was a memory he didn't particularly enjoy remembering. Then, he realized what was happening.

He was being kissed by an underage, male werewolf.

Who, might he add, had been interested with a girl. A girl who…

Oh.

Oh.

Everything sunk in at that point and the light bulb went off. There was no girl. Or, more accurately, he had been the girl. Jacob had grown fond of him and he'd…he'd just sat there like the idiot he was and let it happen. He should've realized; he should've nipped this rose as a bud.

No, he had realized it at some point. That first time when Jacob's heart had raced at his touch and its proximity to his groin, that should've given it away. But he had denied it; he had wanted to keep this sun to himself for at least a while. He had been selfish and – though it shamed him – an instigator. But it had to stop now. Things had gone too far. He pushed the boy away, inhaling deeply for the resistance he knew he lacked.

"Sleep well, Mr. Black," he bid Jacob a formal, curt adieu, walked into his room and shut the door. His hand rest on the doorknob until he heard Jacob's door shut and locked. He then moved to the window with an eerie calm and peeked out towards the sunrise. It was just over the horizon, casting a faint glow onto him. He squinted against the reflection of his own, now sparkling, skin. When the glaring of light grew too strong to see out, he drew his hand from the curtain, enveloping himself in total darkness again.

"Always so cold…Jacob must be insane to want someone like that," he muttered, holding his hand. The cold didn't bother him anymore and since Esme was just as chilled as he was, it didn't disturb her life either. They would be - and had been - living for all eternity, perfectly comfortable and satisfied with each other.

But he had felt the sun beneath his fingers and oh, did it feel lovely. It was foolish of him to think that even for a second, would he be allowed to keep this warm being at his side, as his friend. No, he was cursed and that curse forbade him from having that warmth nearby. He was to be frozen forever.

"Why," he wondered, "would a young werewolf want such a cold, miserable life for himself?"

-ooo-

A/N:

1) So, just in case you didn't know, Montreal is known for its openly gay community. So when Carlisle says he could explain the sparkles off as "late-night clubbing" he was talking about that. This is actually meant to be more of a clue then funny. As in, how would he know what late-night clubbing was like? Unless...

2) Oh, and if you look at two chapters ago, Carlisle did indeed say those things to Jacob. (I'm referring to the "I'm your friend. I'll always be here for you, etc." bit.)

3) And those thoughts he kept having. When he talked about learning that the hard way...what could he mean?

What ever will happen to these two? Will they get together? Will an OC jump in? Will Jacob fall in love with a baby? (Because if Stephanie Meyer had her way, he most certainly would.)

Find out next time! XD