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10 – Cold Hand
The garage was Jacob's favorite place in the whole house. There were seven stunning, expensive and ostentatious cars occupying the large space, all of them in a strategic display position, arranged to make whoever entered there droll over the shinning vehicles. Mercedes, Volvo, Aston Martin, BMW. You named it and, there was probably at least one of the most expensive brands inside the room. And, Tyler had said that those were only the ones the Cullens used daily. Edward was known for his habit of collecting beautiful cars.
The human was admiring the silver Volvo he knew it belonged to his owner, smiling for no reason. It was almost modest compared to Rosalie's brilliant red BMW but, something about it matched his master's temperament. He was satisfied to have some time to be alone in there, which allowed him to avoid the vampire a little, meaning they wouldn't have any more intimate moments at that particular time.
The slave was still a little nervous about the change in his owner's way to treat him since the incident. He couldn't fucking control himself around the bronze haired gorgeous man that owned him like he owned a beautiful car and, it was a little scary. His mind was constantly taking him back to that soft carpeted floor and, the fucking leech always seemed to show up when Jacob's thoughts were at their dirtiest.
He thought about the first time Edward had brought him there, saying that he had to help Rosalie to fix her car and, since Jacob seemed very skilled at fixing things, he could be helpful. Turns out that the slave had a talent for the task and, he spent a few hours bent over the car's motor, his hands covered in oil, amazed at how much he liked to do that.
Jake's stomach announced its hungry with a loud embarrassing noise and, he was thankful for being alone. He frowned, confused; he had a good breakfast only a couple hours ago. Add those constant hot flashes he was having and, he could see why his owner was worried. He felt fine and, Carlisle said that there was nothing wrong with him, though. Nonetheless, it was weird.
"Alice said that I would need this when finding you here, Jacob," Edward's beautiful tenor sounded from the open doorway, a plate filled with a big sandwich and, an apple in his hands, looking good as Hell.
Well, more than good, to be honest. After all, the vampire was Edward 'Freaking' Cullen. Jacob tried to divert his thoughts quickly to the cars, remembering the inhuman creature's ability and, not wanting to inflate the man's ego more than necessary. It was too late, though, his lips were already twitched up in that smile.
"Sir," the tanned boy mumbled, taking the food, his gaze going to the ground in a reflex.
"Damn," he thought, hearing the vampire's frustrated sigh.
Edward's patience was at its limit. Not at his boy, of course, he could never get angry with his Jacob. It was just that he got so excited when Alice had the vision with the food – thinking that everything went back to normal – that he couldn't help but, feel stressed when she said that the vision was only about him returning the dirt plate to the kitchen. Since his slave would be occupied in the garage, she just did the math.
"How are you feeling?" his owner asked after a second of just watching him eat.
"Fine. It's just these hot flashes and, I'm really hungry all the time. But, the doctor said it's okay to feel hungry at my age," the boy answered sincerely, smiling. "Mrs. Cullen shouldn't make that damn good cook, though. If she goes on like that, I'll get fat."
Edward's sudden laugh filled the room with a beautiful sound that made Jake's heart speed up – first because it was so rare and, second, because he really looked really young when he did it, making their age difference less pronounced, making him look more like one of the boys the human used to hang out with in the training camp.
The vampire thought that the boy's honesty was so endearing and, reminded him so much of how young he really was that he berated himself again for taking something as innocent as that adorable teenager. He couldn't do any different, though; he loved the boy and, if he hadn't bought him someone else would do it. And, that could never happen.
"Well, we just have to work the calories out and, Rosalie can take care of that easily, making you fix the cars with her. Just make sure to eat enough, okay?" the older man said, that crocked smile Jacob loved so much playing in his perfect pink lips, freaking the slave out with Edward's kindness.
Well, all the Cullens were kind, which was frightening weird. He didn't know what to do with that, waiting to discover some evil plan to make the slaves trust them only to make their cruelty more entertaining. Adding to his wary doubts, he both hated and loved the way his gorgeous master made him feel. He struggled with the vital need to touch him and, the knowledge that it wasn't good for his own sanity to get too attached to him.
Edward sighed again, a sad note on it and, Jacob felt his cheeks burning, although he didn't know why. He settled to finish eating in silence.
"Come! I have something for you!" the golden eyed vampire told him and, the slave followed in obedience, puzzled.
There was a huge object in the garage's corner, where the tools were stored, covered with a black tarp. The human panicked at the mysterious sight, expect it to be something bad. He tried to remember if he had done something wrong, something that displeased his owner but, besides not looking at him, he couldn't think of anything,
Kissing his cheek in a rapid movement, the bronze haired male mocked, "Silly Jacob. Go look at it. It's yours!"
When he removed the object's cover, Jacob's chin fell down in amazement. There was an old Chevy 50 truck, really beat up, with a rusty red color, underneath it. Jacob couldn't understand. His owner said it was his. That meant he was giving him a car?
Edward laughed softly at the direction of the boy's thoughts, relieved to see that he had been right about getting the old monster of a car. His slave had liked to work in the cars with Rosalie so much that he thought that that could be a good way to bond with him, teaching him how to rebuild the car's motor and, making it look nice again. He could tell that Jacob was delighted with the gift.
"That's exactly what it means. I thought we could work together to make it work again. There's a lot of work to do, thought. What do you think?"
There were no words to describe his excitement; therefore, he simply nodded, trying to hide his watering eyes, his face a little redder then a few minutes ago. In an uncontrollable impulse, he threw his long arms around the vampire's shoulders, hugging him at his own will for the first time.
"I would love that," he thought, unable to talk.
In that moment, he wasn't thinking about keeping his distance from his owner, about how he promised himself not to get too attached. He just felt his heart beating fast and, the urge to do it, to spend as much time as he could with that beautiful creature in that quiet place, working at something he had found out he was good at. In that moment, he was just so damn happy.
His master's lips found his in a natural way, as if kissing was very ordinary for them both. Jacob's lips parted automatically, inviting his tongue in without any reluctance. It was a sweet, slow kiss, both of them wanting to savor it the most they could. That incredible hunger they felt every time they touched was still there but, it was somehow easy to manage in that gentle bliss they were. It was the first kiss that really expressed a deep feeling, the first one that really gave Edward hope. The vampire allowed himself to enjoy that happiness for as long as he could before remembering his plan to make the boy trust him.
Ending the kiss with a few chaste kisses, he admonished playfully, "A lot of work to do, remember? The truck won't fix itself."
"O-Okay," stuttered the younger man, feeling the contrast of his burning skin with the chilly fingers caressing his face, his eyes still stubbornly fixed at his own feet.
They worked on the car for a few peaceful hours, finding easy to connect over something both of them liked. Edward taught him a lot of things he knew about engineering, marveling the dark skinned man with his intelligence. But, for the first time, Jake didn't fell inferior to him for not knowing something; he was an apprentice and, by the satisfied smile he saw in the vampire's lips, a smart one.
The slave was bending over the truck's hood, shirtless because he couldn't handle being so hot, his firm and muscular ass exposed up in a very alluring position, when he felt cold arms encircling his waist. As always, he froze under his Adonis ("Damn, he have to stop thinking like that") touch. He felt his body heating up and, not in that hot flashes way, when he felt his owner's head resting on his back and, the cold creature's pelvis brushing his thighs, close enough to his most private assets to make his imagination run free. It was fucking weird how something so cold could make him so turned on.
"You know, I'm starting to think that working on this car isn't such a good idea," the golden eyed man whispered on his bare skin, planting kisses over it, the salty taste of his slave's sweat tempting him.
"Shit!" Jake thought, disappointed.
He was sure he had done something that displeased his owner and, that he wouldn't let him touch the car again. His thoughts were confused and, sad, divided between his self berate and the tickling feel of his owner's hardening member in his thighs.
Turning the boy to face him, Edward said, "I don't think I can't handle this seductive sight in front of me without having really naught thoughts," before assaulting Jake's mouth with a possessive kiss.
Once again, the younger man got lost in the pure bliss that was taste his Adonis, feeling the refreshing chilly from the other man's body pressed against his heated one, the alluring scent of his skin and, most of all, the bulge in Edward's pants rocking against his own. That would never grow old.
"Eewwwww! You two have a room, in case you forgot!" Rosalie's voice sounded disgusted, coming from the door.
Jacob's cheeks flashed even redder for being caught entangled in his owner's body one more time. He could swear that family had made a vow of catching both of them in the most embarrassing moments.
"Hello, sister. I thought that you had disappeared with Emmett again," Edward said in a matter of greeting, sighing in frustration.
"Obviously, we didn't and, even when we do, we have the decency of going to the woods," she scowled.
"Well, that much is truth," he gave and, turning to Jake, who didn't understand a word of their bittering exchange, commanded, "Come, boy."
With a sense of déjà vu, Jacob followed his master to his bedroom, only that time his cock was getting harder at each step, anticipating what it could happen once they were in private. Even trying the harder he could to occupy his mind with the list of things that had to be provided to the truck, sex was persistently clouding his thoughts. He couldn't help it; all his attention was fixed in that thing he and his owner had done in the bedroom they shared.
As soon as they entered the room, his master jumped him, not giving him time to retrieve, kissing him with an almost frightening hunger. Jacob realized that he had wanted that since the incident and, that he loved to be taken like that, as if his owner was ready to devour him. Jacob felt the vampire's hand rubbing his dick over the fabric up and down, in a torturing slowness, making him moan under his lips.
"Always eager," his master's velvety voice cooed, transforming Jacob's insides into jelly.
Then, he was out of his pants and, boxers in a blind of an eye and, his dick stood proudly erect after getting rid of its confinement. Edward had taken a few steps back to let his eyes run at its free will over his naked body.
Stupid vampire speed.
That fucking crocked smile he couldn't resist was on his owner's lips again, never failing to make him unbelievably handsome and, to make the teenager's knees weak.
"Now, take off my clothes," the bronze haired inhuman creature ordered, satisfied with his boy's lust filled thoughts, eying his member with undeniable desire.
The thought of undressing that gorgeous ode to manhood was the ultimate arousing thing and, while stepping close to him, the human couldn't resist wrapping his hand tentatively on his own cock, trying to be discreet, not taking his eyes off the floor, fearing to displease his master.
"Yes, take care of this big dick. I love to see how hard I make you," the other male encouraged him.
"Oh, shit! He's dirty talking again!" the human thought, feeling the little coherency he had fading away.
Jacob had never actually touched himself before the incident. It was a little difficult to do anything when you didn't live, sleep or even bathe without being surrounded by at least ten other persons. There was check ups from doctors to make sure the boy was healthy enough to fulfill any… special demand of his future owner every once in a while but, that couldn't even count; it was never pleasant. So just thinking about doing it for his owner's satisfaction was enough to have his mind reeling. Empowered by the older man's words, the slave reached for the shirt's buttons of the vampire, fighting his shaking hands to open it up.
"Relax, my precious boy," he ordered in a gentle voice.
The teenager's muscles obeyed to the vampire's command even without his mind's total consent.
"Fucking weird."
"Good boy," Edward said, sinking his fingers on the black silkiness of his boy's hair, making an electrical shock ran through the lust filled slave's spine. "Now, take it slow, my Jacob. Enjoy yourself."
"Stupid charming bloodsucker. He knows I can't hold on when he calls like this," the horny boy thought, a tad angry, his hand reaching for a quick rub on his own shaft to release some tension.
Edward's little laugh filled the room while the human worked on his shirt, revealing a little bit more of his well shaped torso at each button undone. His owner's cold hand pulled his head gently, guiding it to his chest direction, still caressing his dark, long hair. Jake took the hint and, approached his lips to the cold skin exposed, kissing it right below his collarbone and, the pale man moaned, delighted.
The sweet taste of his skin put the boy in a kind of frenzy; everything was a blur of kissing and, licking every inch of skin the slave could access while he made the shirt slid off his master's shoulders directly to the ground. Something clicked in Jacob's mind at the sight of his hard, pink nipples and, he took it in his lips, licking and, sucking it like a maniac. Edward went wild with that, cursing and, thrashing under him; he even tried to push the human's head off of it, unable to deal with the bliss but, Jake took none of that, taking his time in each one of his owner's pink sensitive points of pleasure, all the while unfastening the vampire's belt, ready to dig into his pants, looking for his prize.
Edward hissed when that warm hand engulfed his long dick, already leaking pre cum. Jacob's heart was beating like crazy when he abandoned the pink object of his adoration to kneel down in front of that glorious man, taking down the remaining items of his clothes, not caring that his owner had ordered him to go slow; he wanted that cock inside his mouth the sooner he could. The cold creature allowed him to feast with his member for a way too short time; he had other plans in mind.
"Up!" he demanded, taking his cock out of his mouth in a rapid movement.
Moaning his complaint, Jacob obligated, getting on his feet, only to have his mouth invaded by Edward's tongue again. The vampire's hands and, lips were everywhere, running wildly over the tan skinned slave's body, squeezing, pinching and, biting. At first, Jake was motionless, only the receptor of his owner's shameless passion, once in a while reminding himself to breathe which was hard due his lust. Then, he started to mimic the other man's actions, gaining confidence little by little at his owner's approving words.
Edward couldn't wait anymore, attacking his main target quickly enough to take Jake's breath away. He grabbed the slave's erect member, pumping it up and down hard, putting an end on his own misery, finally touching him for the first time.
"Oh, shit!" the words came out of the slave's mouth before he could even think about it.
"Fuck, Jacob! I wanted to do this since the first time I saw you! To feel your fucking beautiful dick full in my hand!" the golden eyed man confessed, his own very aroused penis blushing the side of the other man's one, making Jacob's eyes roll in its orbs. "I wanted to see your pleased face and, hearing you moaning for me."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" was the only thought in the teenager's mind.
"Say it, my Jacob! Tell me how good you feel," the vampire ordered in that dominant voice that made Jake in the verge of come only by hearing it.
"Fuck… Oh, shit… Good… Uh… Uh… More… So good…" the slave babbled, incoherently, burning with the unbearable desire to be possessed right at that moment.
"It's about to get better," Edward informed, smiling mischievously, before plugging his tongue inside the boy's mouth again.
A strangled sound, something like a mix between a desperate cry and, a whimper, echoed through the room, startling Jacob, when he felt the ultimate bliss. His master had joined both of their cocks with his powerful pale hand, jerking the two of them off at the same time. The fiction produced by his master's hand and, dick was enough to drive even an angel mad. In the mist of his lust fogged mind, Jacob realized that that strange noise had come from him, muffled by his Adonis lips.
The human blushed a deeper red, releasing the vampire's lips to free the moans caged inside his throat and, to be able to look down and, watch Edward's white hand work their most sensitive spot, marveled by the contrast of colors. There were no words to describe that sight; incredible and, wonderful crossed his mind but, he was too lost in his own ecstasy to really care.
"Fucking beautiful! That's what you are, my Jacob! Do you like our cocks together, uh? Do you want to have my dick rubbing yours all day? Say it!" Edward commanded in that fucking voice.
"Fuck… Yes… Oh, God… More… Fucking more… Yes, yes… Give it to me…" the slave chanted, over and over, unable to say anything more elaborated.
The older man happily obligated, speeding up his pace, squeezing both their cocks even tighter and, Jacob wished they could blend together so that he could always feel his master's cock against his own. The heat was boiling up on both men and, the boy's head was spinning; he felt like he could faint due that fantastic pleasure. Edward knew they wouldn't last longer.
"Look at me, boy! I want you to look at my face when you come for me," he demanded, imperatively.
Reluctantly, he took his eyes off the hand touching him, uniting him with the object of all his wet dreams to stare at the face of a god, his beauty maximized by his lustful delight and, he could feel his balls tightening up, letting a whine escape his lips.
Edward's mouth stretched in that crocked smile when he commanded, "Come! Come now! Come with me!"
Both cocks spilled come in unison, hot spurs of pearl white liquid proudly gushing over their stomachs, making a mess on the flour beneath them. The human leaned against the vampire, resting his dazzled head in his shoulder, panting heavily, fearing falling down. Turning his head up, he watched his owner with tired eyes. He had no idea that anything could feel like that. Edward knew he would have to clean the evidence of their hot masturbation's session but, he didn't care; it was worthy. Especially because part of the cleaning included bathing his slave.
Definitely, the truck was the best plan ever.
A/N: OMG! How turning on is to imagine Edward and Jake's cock together!
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