Meeting Him

A/N: Sorry it's taken me so long to update, guys. But in-between setting up for a block party, throwing a block party, and then finding out about a sister I never knew I had, time has been short and…. Well, stressful, to say the least. Anyway, I was looking at what I'd written so far and honestly I hate everything I've written. It's sloppy and leaves a lot of questions unanswered, which I know would be really frustrating to me as a reader, so I'm surprised but pleased that I have people reading at all. But I'm using this story as a learning experience, since this is my first time actually writing a long story instead of just one-shorts. I'll try to make the story a little bit easier to understand from now on, if possible. Oh, and while thinking about what I should do next, Beautiful Feather totally and completely read my mind and knew what this chapter would be about. Kudos to you. Warning: OC's ahead. Enjoy!

Important: This is only the first part to Jacob's flashbacks, guys, not the whole thing. So if you're wondering at the end, "Why did this scar Jacob?" you shouldn't! There's more to come! :]

Reflections- Part 1

Jacob lay on a hammock in his backyard, his hands behind his head.

It was a quiet Sunday afternoon. Bella had offered to take him out to the movies, but Jacob declined, preferring to relax before another school day.

As much as he wanted to see Edward, he felt like they just needed some time apart, and so far they hadn't talked for nearly a week.

Next week, they'd have a go at this whole friendship deal.

Today, he was going to relax.

Trying to stomp down the part of him that wanted to go over to Edward's house, he decided now was the perfect time to take a nap.

Closing his eyes, he let himself be jolted back into a past he'd almost forgotten had existed…

Jacob blushed furiously as he caught the man's eyes again.

He and his father had gone to the movies, and while his father had opted to see something bloody and horrifying, Jacob preferred a comedy.

It was supposed to be a celebration of Jacob's going into the 10th grade. It was still summer, but school started next week, and for some reason Jacob couldn't comprehend, his father wanted to celebrate.

Jacob wasn't about to complain.

He'd just turned into the showing, and as soon as he did, he'd noticed a very handsome man with gray eyes and blonde hair look up and stare at him.

He'd immediately looked down; there was nothing on his clothes, and he'd made sure to bathe before coming. What did he find so fascinating?

Fighting the urge to stare back, he quickly hidden in the back on the theater. The man had immediately followed, sitting two seats to the right of him.

Jacob glanced to his right and sighed with relief. The man's attention seemed to be on the commercials for the movie.

Jacob gave him a quick once over. He was tall, fit, perfect teeth... To say he was handsome was an understatement, Jacob thought suddenly.

'Hey, you mind sharing that popcorn?" A deep, husky voice asked him quietly.

Jacob jumped and turned to stare at him. He was smiling.

He had the cutest dimples, he thought idly.

"Thank you." The man said, his voice full of amusement.

Jacob just stared at him, horrified. Had he…?

The man studied him, his eyes seeming to run over every inch of him twice. "How old are you?"

"1-15." He stuttered out. The man seemed to mull this over. "I'm 17," He murmured at last. "I shouldn't be doing this, but damn…you're too tempting to ignore."

He held out his hand. "You gay?" He asked casually. He already knew the answer, but was interested to know if the kid was closet or not.

Jacob stared at it curiously before taking it. "No," He said defensively, trying to ignore the delighted feel of the man's larger hand holding his.

He laughed at the obvious delight on his face. "Of course not, kid. Come on,"

Together they left the movie theater, Jacob checking over his shoulder to see if his dad would come out looking for him.

He knew he shouldn't be leaving the movies without his dad, and with a stranger, no less, but… he looked up at his capture's face and smiled.

He thought the consequences would be worth it.

They walked for a couple minutes in silence before the man spoke again. "I'm Kyle." He said at last.

Jacob sighed. Kyle…

"You got a name, kid?"

Jacob glared at him. "I'm not a kid! I'm 15 years old, and I'll be a sophomore next year. And my name is Jacob," He added.

Kyle chuckled. "And I'll be a senior, so I still got you beat, kid."

Kyle's eyes moved over Jacob's body slowly and Jacob felt the blood rush to his face. "But," He murmured. "Your body definitely isn't like a kid's anymore."

Jacob peered at him curiously. "How?"

Kyle sucked in a breath and didn't answer.

As they made their way down the street, they finally turned into a set of apartments. Jacob's eyes widened. "Is this where you live?" Then he mentally chided himself. Of course this is where he lived, idiot.

Kyle was silent. As they walked up a set of stairs, Jacob finally felt apprehensive. He turned to stare at Kyle.

"Are you going to kill me?" He asked seriously.

Jacob gasped and opened his eyes, sweat making its way down his forehead. He could still clearly remember Kyle's laugh, his teasing voice saying that'd never harm Jacob, that instead he'd…

Pushing down the hurt that threatened to surface, he stood quickly and glanced at the sky. It looked to be about 5:00. He'd gone outside 3 hours ago.

Folding up the hammock, he started inside. "Jacob? Where have you been?" Billy asked, surprised when he saw the hammock in Jacob's hands.

"In the backyard, dad." He answered, laying the hammock in the closet.

There was a bolt of thunder, and Billy jumped. "Good thing you brought in the hammock. Looks like it just started to rain,"

Jacob just stared outside. Rain…

Billy frowned at his pain filled expression.

"Son?" Billy asked softly.

Jacob stared at the rain for a moment longer before turning back to his father. "Sorry, dad. I really don't think I'm feeling well today. I'm going to go upstairs and lie down, okay?"

"Alright…" Billy murmured, watching Jacob flee upstairs.

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Alone in his bedroom, Jacob ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath.

Let it go, it was two years ago…

Closing his window so that he couldn't see the rain anymore, he flopped down on his bed and fought the urge to shut his eyes.

He knew that if he slept, he would…

"I'd never hurt you, Jacob." Kyle said lightly, leading him into his small but tidy apartment.

Jacob gave him a small smile. "You don't even know me," Jacob said softly, touched by Kyle's answer. Kyle shrugged and took off his jacket. "You just feel the need to protect some people, you know?"

He stuck out a hand. "Give me your coat." Jacob obliged, gasping when Kyle suddenly pulled him into his embrace. He immediately attacked his neck, kissing his way from his ear to his collarbone.

"God, everything you do fuckin' drives me crazy, Jacob…" He grunted, giving him one last small bite on the neck before reluctantly stepping back.

Jacob just watched him, looking more than a little stunned. Licking his lips, Kyle glanced toward the window as he heard the 'pitter patter' of rain beginning to fall.

"You hungry?" He asked, walking into the kitchen.

Jacob nodded and turned to look at some of the pictures that littered the hallway.

They were mostly pictures of the landscape. A sun, tree, flowers…

He smiled when he came to a cute golden retriever. "Was the dog yours?" Jacob asked, wondering belatedly if Kyle could hear him.

"Yes. He died a few months ago." Hearing Kyle's quiet voice break a little at the end, Jacob frowned and started toward the kitchen.

"Kyle…"

Jacob jumped and froze at the sound of clapping thunder. He'd always hated thunder and lighting.

Kyle poked his head from around the kitchen wall to take in his frightened face. "Hey," He took two long strides back to him and wrapped his arms around him comfortingly. "What's wrong?"

Instead of answering, Jacob ended up settling his head against Kyle's chest and sighed. Just being in Kyle's arms made him forget why he was frightened.

Was it possible to fall for someone this hard and this fast?

When Jacob's hands accidentally grazed Kyle's crotch, he felt him stiffen.

Jacob looked up at him, confused by his sudden reaction. "What?" He whispered in his ear. Kyle pulled back slightly and, seeing the confused look in Jacob's eyes, groaned his undoing and smashed his lips to his.

Jacob gasped as Kyle's hands groped his ass and pulled him closer, whispering things in Jacob's ear that made them burn. "I didn't bring you here to cook you dinner, Jacob." He whispered raggedly.

"I shouldn't have practically kidnapped you from a movie theater, but the moment I saw you…" He shivered and practically dragged him down the hallway. "You didn't kidnap me." Jacob protested weakly, blood pounding in his ears.

Kyle shoved him into his room and tossed him on his bed. "I know this is your first time, Jake, but godammit, I can't be gentle right now." He paused to take a deep breath and close his eyes, as if to collect himself.

He gazed down at Jacob, his raven black hair sticking up in several directions. His lips were puffy and red from their assault, and there was a large, red hickey on his neck. In his eyes were a longing that Kyle knew he couldn't refuse, even if he had a conscience.

"If you're going to object to me fucking you senseless, Jake, say it now."

Jacob felt butterflies erupt in his stomach. He wanted Kyle, and Kyle wanted him to. How could anything bad come from this?

In response, Jacob grabbed Kyle's head and clumsily locked their lips together. Amused by his attempts to take control, Kyle gently untangled them.

"This is your first time with a man, isn't it?" He asked softly. Jacob blushed. "Y-Yes… I didn't even realize I was really gay until a year ago…" He added sheepishly.

"How did you figure out you were gay?" Kyle asked curiously.

Jacob looked embarrassed. "My friend and I experimented, and I… I realized I love to suck guys off…" He looked as if he was going to die from his explanation.

Kyle couldn't have felt hornier.

"You keep talking like that, Jake, and that's exactly what you'll be doing."

Jacob's eyes shot down to Kyle's pants, where there was a noticeable tent.

His eyes connected with Kyle's. "But I don't know…how to do… anything else…" He whispered.

Kyle couldn't help what he did next.

Gently, he undid the fly to Jacob's pants and pulled out his cock. Looking into Jake's lust filled eyes, he swirled his tongue around the tip and sucked greedily.

Jacob cried his name and grabbed Kyle's hair. After a few moments he pulled away and replaced his lips with his hands.

"Don't worry, my beautiful Jacob," Kyle growled in his ear.

"I'll teach you everything you need to know."

Jacob was awoken with a sob as he sat up and placed his hands over his ears.

He didn't want this.

If this was god's way of a punishment, it was working its magic. He'd rather go to hell then relive the worst moment of his life.

Biting his lip so hard it bled, he put his head between his legs. As much as he tried to block it out, the memories kept pouring out.

Why were all these memories coming back to him now, dammit?

What seemed like hours later, he cursed.

It explained exactly why he was reluctant to get into a real relationship with Edward.

He would never sleep ever again.

End Chapter

A/N: Hate bringing more OC's in the story, but how else could I explain why Jacob didn't like relationships? And look, I'm tired of people saying "I'm sorry but I hate OC's please take them out" no, I can't, and won't, so if you don't like them, don't read a story with OC's in them.