A/N Okay so I am away this weekend but asked Mrs Jones to post for me. So if you don't hear from me its cos I don't have internet access. I want to thank all my wonderful reviewers luv yah! Also those who have favorite and put on alert. You will be pleased to know that Edward and Jacob have started co-operating again all be it slow. Anyway I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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Chapter 11

Jacob waited in the foyer for his cousin to arrive from the hospital. No matter how many times he was told he wouldn't be arriving until later that afternoon he was determined to be in the foyer. Edward allowed him to go as long as he promised not to leave the hotel. The last thing the photographer wanted to do was lose him. Yes, he was almost an adult and could take care of himself but, he felt the need to protect and dominate the young man. Jacob seemed to accept that he would do as he was told by Edward knowing he was a force to be reckoned with. He was by no means scared of the older man, he just want to not disappoint him after the disaster at the shoot. Edward allowed Jacob to stay downstairs on his own as he had to call Rose to have her contact Paul's family and let them know what the situation was. He called Jasper's office also, letting them know that Jasper would be off for a few days and any problems they should contact him and not Jasper whose main focus was his lover. Picking up his computer he decided to see what he could salvage from the shoot. He was so engrossed in his work that he didn't notice the time until the phone rang. "Edward Cullen," he said picking it up.

"Mr. Cullen, your guests have arrived. Would you like me to send them to their respective rooms?" the receptionist asked. Edward let out a sigh, he couldn't believe they hadn't allowed them to go straight to their rooms. Saying to send them to their rooms, he closed his computer, turning it off and picked up the swipe card for the door heading to the elevator. He decided to go check on Paul first as he didn't have anyone to care for him. Going down two floors, he found the room and knocked lightly before trying to open the door. However, it was opened by Jacob who waved him in. Paul was already laying on the bed with his eyes closed.

"He's sleeping. Can I go see Seth now?" Jacob asked.

"You don't have to ask my permission, Jake. But go, I will stay with Paul," he said smiling. Jacob ran out the room not bothering with the elevator, he ran to the stairwell letting the door slam to the hallway behind him. Chuckling, Edward closed the door and went to sit by his friend. In just a few days Paul had lost a lot of weight. There was no way he would be working this side of Christmas, not the weight he was. The older model moaned and licked his lips. "God, I could do with a beer about now," he said his voice scratchy.

"Nice try, Paul," Edward said pouring a bottled water into a glass. Helping his friend sit up, he let the man take small sips. Even that seemed to tire him out. "Rest now," the photographer said laying his friend back down. "I will be back, I promise," he smiled before bending down and kissing his friend's hot forehead.

Paul gripped Edwards wrist. "Hire a nurse. Go spend time with the kid," he smiled. Edward shook his head. "Eddy boy, I can see how much you want him and he may not know it himself yet but, he feels something for you," he said before having a coughing fit.

"He's not a kid, Paul," he sighed running his hand through his hair. The just been fucked look was the only way he wore it now knowing that Jacob liked it that way. "Rest, I will be back soon," Edward went to the door making sure that his number was on speed dial if Paul needed him before he came back. He raced up the stairs like Jacob and went to the penthouse suite and knocked. Jasper opened the door with the phone glued to his ear. Kissing his friend he waved him towards the bedroom before speaking fast Portuguese. Edward went to the darkened room and stood at the door. Jacob was laying on the bed curled up against his cousin even though they were not touching. Like a little puppy, Jacob looked like he couldn't take his eyes of the sick man. He stepped away feeling he was intruding on the young men. Jasper came up behind him and put his hand on his shoulder.

"He has been their since the minute he came storming him," he smiled. "Kinda cute really. Fancy a drink?" he asked his dearest friend. Edward sighed and nodded. Jasper quietly shut the door leaving the men alone. "I booked a private jet to take us home two days from now," he said pouring a scotch for Edward and a whiskey for himself. Clicking glasses, the men take a sip enjoying the burn down their throats. "I've also got a nurse coming and helping," he said sinking down on the chair his head leaning back. By the looks of him he had not slept since his lover had gotten sick.

"Will there be room for Paul?" Edward asked. Without lifting his head the blonde nodded his head. "Thanks, Jaz," he smiled. He heard the same cough from the bedroom that he had from Paul. He went to stand but, Jasper waved him down still not moving. Frowning he sat down and heard Jacob talking quietly to Seth.

"Let him feel needed, Edward," Jasper said he speech slurred, not from the alcohol but rather, the lack of sleep. "God, I wish I could switch off," he sighed sitting up and taking another sip of his drink. "How was Jacob last night, Edward?" he asked.

"Fine. Why do you ask?" Edward asked confused at the question. Jasper looked up and smiled a lopsided grin.

"Did he sleep with you?" he asked. Heat rushed to Edward's cheeks. "Seth told me Jacob seeks physical contact when he scared or worried. He had a double dose of that," he chuckled. "You didn't take advantage of him did you?" he asked lifting his eyebrows at the look on his friend's face.

"No, I did not. God, have some faith in me, Jaz," Edward said standing up. "He just slept in my bed with me and I never touched him," he lied. The memory of the young native in his arms made his cock twitch. Shaking his head he stood and put his glass down. "I'm in Paul's room if you need me room 673," he said.

"Sure," Jasper chuckled. Edward went to him and took his hand in his giving it a small squeeze.

"Rest, Jacob seems to have it under control," he smiled kissing his friend.

There was a knock on Paul's door. Getting up, Edward went to allow them in. Jasper walked in with a women dressed in a uniform. "Edward, this is Eleana. She will be taking care of Paul," he smiled. The photographer nodded at her and stepped aside to allow her entry. "Come up, I've ordered food," he turned and left. Edward made sure that Paul was comfortable and was assured he would be fine and that he would see him tomorrow. Bending down and kissing his friend, he left the nurse giving him a smile and shutting the door behind him. Deciding he needed a shower before going to visit the others, he went to his room. He was surprised to hear the rich voice coming from the bathroom. Going to the door which was slightly ajar he could see Jacob washing his body while singing. He was just about to walk out the room and not bother with showering when the native's hand went to his cock lathering it up. Unable to take his eyes of the hand, he watched as Jacob's cock began to grow. God, the boy was beautiful, he thought.

Edward's phone rang. Stepping away from the door, he went to the living area to answer it. Somehow his mother heard that he was in Brazil where he was sick. Assuring her he was fine and it was Seth and a couple of models who had gotten the flu, she promised to get to New York and come take care of Seth. Jacob had finished in the shower just as Edward ended the call from his mother standing at the side of the bed with only a towel on. His long hair almost touching the crack of his ass. The photographer licked his lips dreaming of drying the native with just his tongue. Jacob tilted his head to the side and ran his fingers through his hair. Edward groaned and tried with all his might to look away. "Can I borrow your comb? I lost mine and their isn't a complimentary one in the bathroom," the young man sighed.

"Yeah I'll just grab it for you," he said walking past heading to the bathroom. Opening his toiletry bag, he began pulling things out including lube and condoms that he carried on every trip. He saw a hand pick up the condom box and turned to see the young model smirking. Edward went to snatch it off him only for it to pulled out of his reach.

"Extra large, Eddy. Really?"

"Okay, give them back," he sighed.

"You seriously need extra-large? Damn man, that is kinda hot," Jacob chuckled handing them back and grabbing the comb that Edward had in his other hand. Running the comb through his hair Jacob quietly sung. Edward watched the muscles on the native's upper body move. Jacob stopped what he was doing and looked at the older man. "You want to do it?" he asked thinking Edward wanted to comb his hair. He loved when someone else combed his hair and had missed Seth when he left as he would often sit for hours combing his hair as they sat and watched a movie on tv. Edward hesitantly took the comb and began combing the black silky hair.

"Want to go sit on the chair?" Edward asked needing to get away from the mirror not wanting to let the young man know how he was effecting him. Stepping away from Edward, Jacob turned and smiled. "Your hair is very silky," was all that Edward could muster.

"Thanks, it's my best feature. Don't you think?"

"Not the best but yes, one of the top features," Edward smiled as Jacob headed to the living room area and pulled out a chair. Still only wearing a towel, he picked up his phone and texted someone. The two men remained silent both enjoying the contact for different reasons. To the younger man, it was the tender touch one he always relished. For Edward, it was the way that the model relaxed closing his eyes and soft quiet mewls escaping his lips. As much as he was enjoying the intimacy they were having however, it was time for them to go up to join Jasper for dinner. He leaned over careful not to let his throbbing cock touch the boys back. The model turned around and gave a smile of thanks. "Come on, we better get up to the others. They will be wondering where we have gone to," he said going to his room. Jacob came through and pulled out some fresh clothes and dropped his towel on the ground before slipping on his jeans. Edward kept his eyes diverted. Either Jacob was so comfortable with his body he didn't' care who saw him or he was a terrible tease. Excusing himself to the bathroom, he stripped and grabbed hold of his now painful throbbing cock. God, he wanted to claim that boy making him his own. His release was fast and hard. Turning the water to cold, he let the sting of the cold water ease his tense muscles. When he got out of the shower he moved to the bedroom where Jacob was laying on the bed, phone in hand. Seeing Edward, he smiled.

"Embry said to say hi," he said putting his attention back on the phone.

"Tell him hi back," he chuckled before deciding to give Jacob a taste of his own medicine.

"Jesus," Jacob whispered staring openly at Edwards cock. Edward smirked and quickly put on his jeans. He didn't miss Jacob adjusting himself as he got off the bed and walked out of the bedroom. Once dressed, he found Jacob already gone and headed down to check on Paul before going to join the others. The nurse assured the photographer that his friend was fine and had slept most the time. Thanking her, he raced up to the penthouse. Room service had already arrived. Kissing Jasper, he went to see Seth who was looking a lot better and was even able to sit up and quietly talking to Jacob, who stood up the moment he saw Edward. Going to the bed, he quickly kissed his friend asking how he was feeling.

"Much better," the older native sighed. "Jake, carry me the table. I don't want to be alone and misery guts in there won't," Seth said pouting.

With ease and grace, Jacob scooped up his cousin bridal style and carried him to the table where their meal was just being set out for them to sit down. Jasper sighed and sat down patting his leg for Jacob to put him on his knee. Once on his lover's lap, Seth leaned his head on his chest and closed his eyes. "What have you two been doing?" the blonde man asked.

"Not much," Jacob said lowering his head, a soft blush on his cheeks. "Oh, spoke to Em's. Seth, can he come to New York for Thanksgiving? He wants to check out NYU," he put on his best puppy eyes just like the ones that Seth used when he wanted something from his lover. Both Jasper and Edward chuckled as Seth nodded his head and awed his young cousin. It was obviously a family thing, the puppy eyes. "Actually, I'm looking forward to seeing him. I bet he's grown," Seth smiled as he cuddled into his lover once again.

"Looked all grown up to me," the photographer mumbled. "Paul seems to be on the mend as well but, doubt he will be working for a while," he sighed. Jacob looked up and frowned before putting his attention back on his dinner. "Means he will be out for New York Fashion Week. He's not going to be happy,"

"Excuse me," Jacob got up kissed his cousin and went out the door without another word. The three men sat there not sure what had just happened.

Down in Edward's suite, Jacob laying on the bed, his head pounding. The conversation with Edward always came back to Paul. Paul this, Paul that, what the hell was it with fucking Paul? He pulled out his phone and flicked to his photos. He looked at the stunning redhead with the emerald-green eyes. What the hell did he care about who Edward wanted to fuck. "Friends my ass," he sighed.

Jacob was laying on the sandy beach. The area was surrounded by lights, cameras, and weirdly, just one person, not being able to see the normal crowd that was on the shoot location. But right now, he had to concentrate on the man with the camera.

"God, you are so beautiful. Lift your head and lower your eyes for me . Mmmm, you look very edible like that, Jake," the photographer growled. The warm pacific ocean cascaded over his body making his body shift slightly with the waves. "Play with your nipples, make them hard for me. That's it . You're such a good boy doing what I tell you," Jacob could feel himself blush. He wanted nothing more than to please the photographer. The sun was just beginning to sink, the orange hue reflexing off the sand. Playing with his nipples, he moaned feeling his cock harden. Rolling onto his stomach, he pulled himself up so he was on all fours one leg forward hiding his now throbbing member. The photographer came closer, squatting so he could get a close-up of the model's face. "Mmmm, on all fours for me, so delicious. Pull the trunks down to give me a tease of your ass.," the photographer said encouragingly.

Jacob chewed his lip, this wasn't what he was signed up for. He was doing a photo shoot for swimwear but, he couldn't disobey the photographer. So many times he was told do as you are told, they know what they are doing. He could hear a sigh from the photographer at his hesitancy making him worry he was going to be in trouble. The native had promised he would do everything he was told. His hand went to the swim trunks and he pulled one side down only enough for his cheek to be showing. He could feel the blush getting brighter. He couldn't look at the photographer who was busy clicking away on his camera moving around and getting shots from different angles. "Is this what you want?" he asked as he began to relax.

"Why don't you take them right off? You have a beautiful body," the photographer said coming and actually touching the young native's hair. "Show daddy what you have, baby," he encouraged. "Roll over, baby. Come on, no need to be shy. Daddy will reward you so good tonight," he whispered. Jacob's heart thumped in his chest his cock throbbing with the promises of a reward. Something was wrong, something was very wrong with this. He felt the unmissable curl in his groan, his hand went straight to his cock and touched it wanting to stop the ache of his throbbing cock.

"God, please touch me. I need you now please d..."

Waking up his heart pounding as well as his head. Now Jacob was sweating, the room was dark yet, he on the beach. Why was he not still on the beach.

"Jake, you okay?" a soothing voice just like the one in his dream asked. He nodded his head and got off the bed without looking at the photographer and went to the bathroom locking the door behind him. Turning on the shower, he stripped his wet shorts and it was only then that he realised he just woke from a wet dream. He wasn't gay, he wasn't even fucking bi but, he had just fucking cum dreaming about the photographer who was waiting for him on the other side of the door.

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