Goodbye school and your homework~
Hello summer vacation and your lovely writing binges!

I wrote this all today. I was going to actually put a romantic film up in there, but then I realized, "Well, it is Jacob's turn...and we know he likes gorno and the like...ah, what the heck!" So there. My laziness created something pleasant~ C:

I hope you enjoy it!

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Next Week

At five thirty, Carlisle walked out of the hospital doors. For the past hour or so, he'd been distracted with thoughts toward his date and worry that he would be attacked by some venous or arterial bleeding. As luck would have it, no such thing occurred.

He did, however, manage to accidentally switch a urine test with a cup of apple of juice. The patient noticed the label of someone else on his cup and reported the mix up. Small things like this had occurred several times before someone told Carlisle to take off early. They could tell he wasn't completely there, so he was prescribed rest and perhaps some cuddling with the wife – much to the dismay of several of the nurses. They insisted they could "cuddle" better than any wife of his. He had smiled at them and politely declined the offer.

But he knew it wasn't his wife he wanted to hold close. No, that wasn't why he was distracted. And she wasn't the one he was waiting for.

"Hey." The call came from beside him. The blond turned to see Jacob Black astride his motorcycle, beaming his adorable puppy-like smile at him. This was his infatuation, he admitted, however temporary it would be. He looked around casually to see if anyone was around; no, they were alone. He paced over to his boyfriend, wrapped his arms around his neck, and kissed him sweetly.

"You're early," he murmured against warm lips. Hands that equaled in warmth placed themselves on his back, holding the vampire close.

"So are you."

"Touché," he smiled flawlessly, "Are you ready to go?"

"I only came here for you…so yeah, pretty much." Though it was an obvious statement, it still made a small part of Carlisle feel giddy inside. Quickly, another kiss was pressed against teenage lips before he pulled away.

"Then let's go." Jacob revved up his cycle, scooting up enough so that his beloved could hop on behind him. The doctor did so, winding his arms around the teen's waist. He held himself snug against the driver, unable to resist his delicious warmth.

"Comfy?" he teased.

"Terribly," Carlisle sighed, resting his icy cheek against his back. This struck a chord – of pride, perhaps – with the werewolf and a smile spread across his lips. Without warning, he drove out of the parking lot and sped down the street and onto the freeway. The sudden start forced the blond to tighten his grip ever so slightly, enough so he was assured he wouldn't fall. Then a smile befell his lips; oh, Jacob was a clever one.

But he could be clever too.

His hands, knotted against the boy's abs, slid downwards – slowly – until they were just above his groin. He didn't need to see his face to know that he'd affected the boy. His back had stiffened slightly and Carlisle could smell the endorphins oozing from his pores. The teenager still wanted him, of course.

And he still wanted Jacob. Perhaps not as badly, but it was still there. He could easily imagine their affair playing out to a much more "mature" level than they were at. Succumbing to their emotions would be the easiest part. Determining who would play which part would be a battle of dominance – one that he believed he could win. Then it would be pain followed by an irresistible pleasure that would bring them both to repeat the act over and over again.

Just the thought of plunging himself into the warmth of this boy was enough of a tease. As his thoughts ran idly ran through the steps, as if playing an old song on a piano, he could feel his body stir to life. Feel his…

"Curse it all," he hissed as his hips shifted back, away from the boy driving him to their next date – but more importantly, driving him mad. Why did he let himself get so carried away by this pining teenager?

If he knew the answer, he would have tried to nip the rose as a bud rather than letting it blossom into this. He thought he had been above this, above the temptation if "dissatisfaction." After all those years, one would think he'd have learned…

"..lisle? Carlisle, we're here," Jacob stated, his hand casually stroking the arm that held tight to him. Golden eyes blinked in surprise before looking around. They had pulled into the parking lot of a low-class movie theatre.

"That was fast." Though he was now aware that it was time to get off, he didn't move. The comforting feeling of being touched so lovingly was impossible to leave.

"Fast? It's been an hour," the teen retorted with a chuckle, "Are you alright, babe?"

"Babe?" A blond brow arched inquisitively.

"Oh, no…I mean…Carlisle, sorry," he stammered. The pale arms let go of him and the man dismounted the metal steed.

"No, it's fine. You can call me 'babe.' It's a little demeaning, but I can manage if it's you," he assured with a smile. In his lifetime, he'd been forced to endure many titles that were far more unflattering than a simple "babe." If Jacob had said any of those, it would have been a completely different story. But something this small, he would be fine to compromise on.

"That's not…I don't want to make you seem any less than you are. It just slipped out, okay? I won't do anything like that again, Carlisle." The apology, though it omitted an actual "sorry," was unexpected. He honestly didn't mind, but here was Jacob trying to fix a mistake. With an unguarded and touched smile, Carlisle leaned forward to kiss him lengthily. A chilled hand reached up to lay against his cheek as they kissed, once again unable to resist the overheated boy.

"Thank you, Jacob. Now let's go watch the movie," he whispered once he had pulled away. The teenager nodded in agreement, then climbed off of the Harley to wrap his arm around his boyfriend's waist.

"I think you're gonna like this one. It's one of my favorite movies." At this, the man was pleasantly surprised. His assumptions had led him to believe that they were going to see a romantic film and the fact that Jacob had a favorite was assuring, if not an attractive quality. Even contemporary teenage boys enjoyed romance every now and then. How quaint.

But you know where assuming things gets you…

Yes, in the front row seats of a rather gore-filled horror film. Golden eyes flitted from a girl screaming as she was sawed in half to the amused look on his date's face. Utterly let down, Carlisle used the divider between their seat to rest his elbow which led to a fist that was currently supporting his cheek. At least his idea had been romantic…

Then again, he was a grown man who'd been alive for hundreds of years while Jacob was still a growing boy – now that made him feel like a pedophile, even if the teen was turning 18 in only a few months – and he hadn't had the chance yet to experience true romance.

"You okay?" he suddenly whispered to his older companion. His dark hues glanced over at Carlisle, sensing that he was being distressed. He was a vampire and an experienced doctor, so it couldn't have been the movie. Frowning, he nudged at the blond's elbow. Curious and a tad bit perturbed, the man pulled away to the other side. Jacob lifted the divider and held his arm out for the man, his charming smile finding its place on his lips.

"…yes, I'm perfectly fine," Carlisle smiled as he pressed his hip to the werewolf's own. His satisfaction increased when that arm wrapped around his torso, just above his waist. The film hardly mattered to him now; all he could think of was the warmth that was holding him so close. And, even if he did stay disappointed in the movie, he knew Jacob would apologize and try to find a movie he'd like.

"You really are special, aren't you?" Carlisle murmured as his head leaned against the younger man's shoulder. The teen turned to kiss blond locks before reverting his attention back to the movie.

That is, until a pale hand slid down to his thigh. He tried to ignore it, but then it slid to the inside of his leg, only inches from his groin. He was a man – and a teenager – so it was simple for his thoughts to imagine, yet again, if the doctor's hand continued to climb up his leg.

But it didn't, which was probably for the best at this point. It stayed there and, after a minute or so, it became a comforting sort of presence. So he went back to watching people getting sawed into bits, completely satisfied with the moment, the evening, and – frankly – his life. Carlisle, surprisingly, found himself getting sucked into the movie, though he was more amused by the physical impossibility of someone not getting discovered doing this or that or someone being killed in such a way that would result in no blood – but there would be the corn syrup concoction, shooting onto the walls.

So there - in row two of a cheap little theatre and being held close by an infatuated werewolf - an ancient, married vampire found himself growing more fond and affectionate, if not loving, towards the one and only Jacob Black.

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