Here you all go. The next update~

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A Few Days Later

"Where do you think you're going?"

Jacob turned to see Billy on the porch, arms folded over his chest. The teen had rolled his favorite motorcycle out of the garage and he had been about to ride off with it.

"Nowhere," he answered casually, trying to shrug it off. His father's gaze only narrowed in suspicion.

"Boy, you look awful nice to be going nowhere…" Admittedly, Jacob had dressed up – at least, compared to his usual wear. Normally he would only wear a pair of jean shorts that hadn't started as shorts. At the moment, he wore a clean, un-torn pair of jeans with a formfitting, gray t-shirt. It hadn't always been tight on him, but since he joined the pack – his body had gone through a huge puberty jump. Something he now prided himself on.

"Fine. I'm going out on a date, okay?" he admitted. Billy laughed.

"Right…you finally got that Bella to go out with you?" he teased.

"Actually, I've moved on from her, dad. This one's blonde…and kinda older than me," he smiled, "But we've really been hitting it off." He looked up to Billy, hoping that was enough of a response.

"Well…be back before midnight. And if you do end up…you know…"

"Billy," Jacob held out the last letter in a whine. He did not need this talk.

"Just…promise me you'll use protection!" the man demanded.

"Trust me, dad. We won't be having sex tonight," his son grinned, "But I'll keep that in mind later on!" He then revved up his cycle and started speeding off, laughing as his father yelled after him. He knew the man was only joking at that point; he had raised a responsible son.

Well, besides the whole 'dating a married vampire' bit anyway. But Billy needn't worry about that; this affair was one of the few good things in his life.

"Don't worry Carlisle; I'll be so good to you," he whispered so that his words were lost in the wind, "You'll never want to let me go." While he happily drove the hour-long drive, Carlisle was not so simpleminded. No, he had already driven to the restaurant in a nearby town. He hadn't meant to be early, but he was so nervous. God, he hadn't been nervous in decades. It was a terrible feeling, he was reminded, as he fastened and unfastened the top button of his shirt.

"Ugh, what does it matter? Jacob wouldn't care…actually…" The blond left the top button undone and even allowed the second one down to be open as well. Yes, Jacob would like it like that. Honestly, the teen probably wouldn't mind simply finding him naked in the backseat of his car, legs spread. He chuckled under his breath; that's what teenagers had always wanted.

Of course, here he was – three hundred years later – with a small part of himself wanting the same thing. His groin suddenly began to ache at the thought of having sex with his new boyfriend. It would be something unlike he'd ever experienced. His skin would be warm – burning – to the touch, and werewolves had quite a reserve of stamina. They could probably go at it for days before Jacob needed to rest. Oh, that realization didn't help with his forming predicament. He needed to reign in those thoughts. He was acting like some love-sick virgin and it wasn't appropriate in the least.

Esme would chide him teasingly, saying how he needed to grow up to her age. She loved joking about the fact that she was three years older than him, physically speaking. Suddenly it dawned on him that his erection would be the last thing on her mind if she ever learned of what he was starting with this boy.

Now that brought him back down quite easily. If she knew what her beloved husband was up to, who knew how she would react? The ease at which he'd started the affair would likely shock her.

"Yet, it doesn't bother me," he sighed, somewhat disgraced with himself, "At least, I suppose, I understand why they found it so easy to betray their vows…"

"Whose vows?" The sudden question made him jump. Though he was normally astute with his senses, Carlisle had been too engrossed in his thoughts to notice the young werewolf's approach. Jacob wore casual clothes – though they were likely his best – and was leaning on the car in an engaging manner. Of course the teen flashed his charming smile down at the unsuspecting man. A dead heart fluttered at the action, like it always had. Except now, he'd made sense of it, he could enjoy it.

"No one important. They're dead nowadays," he answered honestly, though his companion wouldn't understand the small admission. The blond opened the door and stepped out of his vehicle to greet him properly. Yet, as soon as he was standing, dark brown eyes looked him over thirstily. Although Carlisle didn't particularly mind being the werewolf's tall glass of water, it was still their first date.

"You could at least hide it, Jacob," he chided.

"What? Hide the fact that you look fucking amazing?"

"Though I would have preferred a different word choice, thank you." He smiled and reached over to take Jacob's hand. The warm hand held his tight and brought it to his lips. Their eyes watched each other as the younger man pressed a kiss to the back of Carlisle's hand.

"Let's go," the vampire murmured, "We wouldn't want to miss our reservations." The hand was dropped – though not released – and Jacob gave a nod.

"Sure, sure. Just lead the way." Dr. Cullen did so, his fingers lacing with his partner's own digits. He led him into the restaurant and, after confirming their reservation with the waiter, even led him to their table. They'd gotten a booth, something the both of them had become accustomed to.

"You know," Jacob murmured as he looked around from his seat, "This place looks pretty high class…"

"That's because it is." Carlisle was pretending to look over the menu.

"I can't afford this, Carlisle." The boy looked to him, shame obviously written across his features. An empathetic smile replied to him followed by a cool hand reaching over to give his a squeeze.

"Jacob, I didn't expect you to pay for this. This is completely on me," he assured.

"But you always pay…"

"Maybe you can pay next time?" he offered, his thumb rubbing the tawny skin that stretched over large, slightly-calloused hands. Jacob smiled, partially from the unfamiliar chill that thumb was sending through his body. This was what it was like to be touched so familiarly by him, to be his love interest.

"Next time, then." The two continued their usual dialogue of what they'd done over the week while Jacob ordered the lobster and a side salad. Since they weren't in Forks, he decided he'd pick something small to eat – a heavy snack, he supposed. Carlisle smiled up at the waiter and stated that he would be sharing the lobster with him. The man left and their conversation picked up from where it had left off. It was small talk, really. Nothing important, but it was his presence that Jacob cherished. He was here, enjoying himself. At least, the teen thought so. His hand was still being caressed lightly, after all.

It was, anyway, until their food arrived. Then, hands were replaced by an outstretched foot that allowed the doctor's leg to rest comfortably against Jacob's left leg. The teen brought his right leg to the other side, trapping Carlisle's limb. The blond, rather than trying to pull away, closed his eyes as he relished the overwhelmingly warm contact. Jacob truly was his own sun.

"This is really good," the boy murmured around his surprisingly average-sized bite. Normally he would inhale the food in seconds, but they were alone together, on a date, at a high-class restaurant. He would be sure to savor every last bite to savor every last second he got with this man.

"I'm glad you're enjoying it," Carlisle replied with his usual, uninhibited smile. Jacob looked from his plate to the untouched half in front of his date. It felt awkward right then, to be the only one eating. As he made a silent note to plan their next date elsewhere, he started up the small talk again. What else did they have to talk about? Unlike Bella and her sparkling, smoldering-eyed Edward, they didn't talk about a lack of souls or how their love was irrevocably undying. They were men; men were supposed to talk about manly things like fighting and saving hospital patients. Right?

Jacob's mind answered back with a shrug. How could he know otherwise?

So, they continued their chat for an hour – one that included smiles, laughter, and a hand occasionally covering his own – until the teen finished his meal. Carlisle paid the bill, per usual, and they left the restaurant. Tawny hands had shoved themselves into pockets. Inside, he was mulling over the idea of forcing a passionate sort of kiss onto his beloved. It would be satisfying, sure. The vamp might even kiss me back, he added mentally. Yet, it didn't seem right. Despite their closeness, it was still the first date.

"That was nice," Carlisle spoke up suddenly as they neared his Mercedes. Jacob nodded dumbly, saddened that it was over already. An hour and a half. Ugh, even movies were longer than that. Wait…

"Why don't we try a movie next time?" he piped up. The blond lit up at that, relieved at the new idea. The fancy dinner didn't seem to suit their relationship at all, not to mention it went by far too quickly.

"That sounds brilliant," he agreed, "Next week, then?"

"Definitely. And I'll pick you up from work?"

"Hm, then I guess I'll see you at six."

"Awesome." A moment of silence followed as both men contemplated on how to bid their farewell.

"I…I'll see you later, then," Jacob muttered before leaning in to give the pale cheek a kiss. It resulted in a frown from the kissed man.

"Jacob."

"Yeah?"

"After what happened in the forest, I think you can give me more than a kiss on the cheek." The werewolf's nervous smile faded into a serious expression. He'd been resisting the urge to kiss this man senseless all night…

"Do you mean it?" he questioned as he stepped closer to his boyfriend. Carlisle nodded, taking an equal step backwards. This continued for a few seconds until his back was pressed against the metal of his car. The lustful look he was receiving had caused him to back away in second thought, but now he was trapped. Jacob even placed his hands on the car on either side of the doctor to further trap him. He brought his face a bit closer.

"Really?" he asked once more. Another nod followed by a whispered "yes." He smiled slightly as his instincts – instincts of an alpha male – took control. His lips brushed against icy ones for a taunting second then pulled away, only to return once more in a fierce kiss. His mouth moved perfectly against the older man as he devoured whatever he could. His teeth grazed against Carlisle's lips, attempting to enter the cavern of his mouth. Jacob's kiss was more than rough, it was demanding. The vampire could feel his desperation, his starvation, radiate from his burning body. Hormones, he told himself, that's all they were.

But oh, this boy wanted him badly.

Still, it went too far when hips started to gyrate against his. Against the better wishes of his own body, Carlisle pushed him away.

"That was, ah…a bit…much..." he stammered, his breath coming out as a slight pant. Jacob licked his lips – oh lord, those lips were fine – and grinned.

"How come you're panting? I thought you didn't have to breathe…" he teased, his hands having moved from the car to the blond's hips. Golden eyes locked with ones of chocolate for a split second as Carlisle searched for an answer.

"I only do it so you know how good you were," he frowned, "but you'll have to keep that mouth of yours under control…for now, at least." Jacob had laughed at that and apologized before going off to his motorcycle. The older man, however, had simply leaned against his car with a hand rubbing his lips curiously.

How could Jacob leave him feeling like a lovestruck, teenaged girl? And only with a single kiss, at that…

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