Chapter 12

Morning Wake-Up Call

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The next morning, Jake wakes to a throbbing in his arm and a bad taste in his mouth. It takes him a few minutes to remember why and when he does, he jolts up.

After looking outside for a few minutes the night before, he'd gone back inside and back to bed, lying down and staring up at the ceiling. His nose had been hurting, something irritating it, making it impossible for him to sleep.

That's when the crazy freak had attacked, coming out of the shadows and pouncing on him, a hiss leaving his mouth. The guy had grabbed his arm and twisted, a flash of pain lancing through him as the man had thrown him across the room. He'd just made it to his feet when the wolf had jumped in through his window, facing off against the man.

The wolf.

There was something about him that was, almost, familiar. Like deep down he knew it, knew that it wouldn't hurt him, wouldn't hurt his family.

Which was crazy, cos the wolf had been massive and had just attacked the strange man. His father had said he would take care of it, report it.

Getting out of bed, he groans, moving his arm gingerly. He doesn't spend much time in the shower, getting in and out, trying to ignore the sting coming from the cuts the man had made the night before, dressing quickly and moving to the kitchen.

"Paul," he says in surprise, seeing the boy sitting at the table, talking to his dad and Rachel.

"Hi, Pup," Paul replies, sending a grin his way, which has his heart racing in a split second.

"Paul came over to make sure we were alright," Rachel says, grinning at Paul and placing a hand on his arm.

He feels a growl rise up in him at the sight, and only barely manages to squash it.

"Fine," he replies shortly, his sister's voice grating on his nerves.

He moves over to the fruit bowl and grabs an apple.

"I have to get to school," he mutters, picking his bag up and heading to the door. A part of him wants to stay, to ask Paul how he's doing, but he can't bear to watch his sister flirt with him, for Paul to flirt back.

"You haven't had breakfast," his father says, eyes staring intently at his face, trying to figure out what's going on. "And it's seven-"

He holds up the apple, before pushing out the door, ignoring the voices calling to him.

He makes it onto the path into the woods before he feels a hand grab his arm, not even needing to turn around to see who it is, the large, warm calloused hand already becoming familiar to him.

"Let go, Paul," he says quietly, irritation and anger gone, weariness replacing them.

"Are you okay?" Paul asks, hand moving up his arm, lightly brushing the bruising that had come up after the fight last night, the soft movement soothing.

Closing his eyes, he laughs, turning around to face the other boy.

"I should be asking you that," he replies, eyes going to Paul's neck, noticing the lack of bandaging.

"I'm fine," Paul says, moving closer, the action making Jake's chest tighten. "Are you?"

"Yeah," Jake replies, voice softer.

"Hmm," Paul murmurs, closing the small distance between them, face hovering close enough to his that he can feel the warm breaths on his mouth.

He waits, hoping that Paul will close the rest of the distance, but the older boy just stares at him, hands moving up and down his arms, a light, soothing touch.

"Paul," he whispers, swallowing hard, moving his arms until they're loosely around Paul's waist.

The move seems to make Paul happy, a grin crossing his face, before he closes the distance between their lips, gently sucking Jake's bottom lip into his mouth, nipping at it before entering when Jake opens to him.

He can't help the groan that leaves him, the want and desire rising up in him, something snarling Mine in the back of his mind.

Paul seems to be thinking the same thing, if the way he pulls him even closer, tighter to his body, his mouth now devouring Jake's, possessing him completely, is any indication. He doesn't realize they've moved until he feels his back pushed up against a tree, panting as Paul pulls back, he watches as a sexy smirk crosses the other boy's face, before he drops to his knees.

"Wha-" he starts to ask, swallowing hard as Paul nuzzles his stomach, hands holding onto his hips, before slowly moving towards his zip.

"Paul," he breathes, hands fisting by his side, closing his eyes, trying to ignore the hands that are undoing the buttons to his jeans, sliding the zip down slowly, trying to ignore the hardening of his cock. "I need to get to school."

"Yeah, in another hour, Pup," comes the reply, Paul's breath making his cock strain against his boxers, precome oozing out and wetting the material.

"I-"

He groans as Paul mouths his cock through his boxers, the warmth from his mouth obvious even through the material.

"But … I guess if you think you should go," Paul says, the words not making sense to Jake until he realizes the other boy is starting to stand up. He reaches down, hands gripping Paul's hair gently, unable to glare at the knowing smirk that Paul sends his way, as he settles back on his knees.

"Bastard," he whispers, letting his head rest back against the tree, as Paul slowly pulls his boxers down, gently letting his cock out. He can't help but groan when Paul licks a long stripe up it, swirling his tongue around the head, making him whimper.

"Paul," he breathes, biting his lip as Paul pulls his pants down further.

He pumps his hand up and down his cock slowly, the light pressure driving Jake crazy.

"Stop teasing," he whispers, his chest tightening, making it difficult to breathe. He isn't prepared for the hot heat that's Paul's mouth, isn't prepared for the rush of feelings, of desire and lust and something else he doesn't want to think about, that runs through him.

"Fuck!" he says, biting his lip to stop himself from saying anything else, hands coming to rest on Paul's head again, fingers threading through his hair, trying not to grip too tight. He can't help the groans and whimpers that escape when Paul starts to move, the feel of his mouth, his tongue, all over his cock, bringing him to the edge quicker then ever before. The sight of Paul, Paul, on his knees, head bobbing up and down, is making it hard for him to even think straight.

"I'm … fuck … Paul," he whimpers, groaning as the other boy reaches a hand up and starts to play with his balls, breaths coming in pants. "Fuck … I'm going to …"

He doesn't finish the sentence, the coil in his belly releasing, lights shining behind his eyes he comes, Paul not moving away from him, swallowing everything.

"Damn," he whispers.

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Paul can't help but smirk when he looks up and sees the dazed, contented look on Jake's face. He hadn't planned this, hadn't followed him out into the woods for this reason. He'd just come out to talk to him, to ask him how he was after last night, what he thought of the wolf he had seen.

But he hadn't been able to resist.

Standing up, he pushes up against Jake, pushing him harder into the tree, leaning in and taking his mouth in a gentle kiss, letting Jake taste himself on his tongue. He can't help but move against Jake, his own erection straining against his jeans. But he was happy, as long as Jake was, he could take care of himself once he got home.

"I … uh," Jake says, when he pulls away, eyes looking up at him still slightly dazed, before looking down at his jeans, swallowing hard.

"You don't have to do anything," Paul replies, putting his hands against the tree, on either side of Jake's head.

"I …," Jake starts, swallowing hard again, as his hand trails down over Paul's stomach. "I want to."

He can't help but groan when Jake cups him, the way the other boy bites his lip, the unsure fingers that undo his button and pulls down the zip.

Looking down, he sees Jake's hand encircle his cock, the grip tentative and unsure, almost enough to push Paul over the edge already. He'd imagined this, had dreamed about it, but he had thought it would be awhile before Jake was confident enough to get to this point.

He moans again as Jake's hand starts to move up and down, his hand twirling at the end, sending shots of pleasure through him, his eyes closing as he leans into Jake's warmth, turning his head and finding Jake's mouth.

He couldn't help but smile as the other boy's mouth opens straight away, their tongues twining together, Jake's hand picking up it's pace. Panting as they break apart, Paul smiles when his eyes meet Jake's, before light's flash across his vision, Jake's hand milking his orgasm from him, a loud groan leaving his mouth as he drops his head to rest on Jake's shoulder.

When he looks up, he sees Jake looking at his come-covered hand, taking an uncertain lick, and making Paul groan again.

"You're going to be the death of me, Black," he murmurs into Jake's shoulder, frowning as he realizes that Jake isn't just warm from their activity, that he feels unusually warm, before a smile crosses his face, as he realizes that it won't be long until Jake phases.

"How are you feeling?" he says, unable to stop kissing up the side of Jake's neck.

"Good," Jake replies after a pause, Jake's hands running up and down his side. "I'm good."

He realizes that their not talking about the same thing, that Jake's talking about what they just did, and even though it isn't an answer to his original question, he can't help but smile again as he pulls away a little, the smile widening as Jake seems to tighten his grip of his arms around him.

"How's the arm?" Paul asks, noticing that Jake isn't moving it like he had hurt it only last night.

"Fine," Jake asks, shrugging. "The cuts almost fully healed, guess the guy didn't hurt me as bad as we thought."

"Pretty crazy night," Paul murmurs, hand coming up to brush over Jake's cheek.

"Yeah," Jake answers, eyes becoming unfocused, as he clearly thinks about the night before, before his eyes fall onto his neck.

"How's the neck?" he asks, hand reaching up to run over the jacket and shirt he's wearing, the touch still sending shivers down his spine even though Jake hadn't touched his skin.

"Its fine," Paul answers, trying to push thoughts of the leech from his mind, not wanting to think about that part of the evening.

Jake's hand pushes the clothing away, Paul shuddering as his fingers brush over the bite mark that won't seem to heal, the mark a vivid white mark against his tanned skin. He'd been furious when he'd seen it, angry that every other bruise and mark had disappeared except that one.

A constant reminder of his failure.

Jake looks confused, his fingers brushing over the mark again, question entering his eyes before a look Paul has never seen enters them.

He can't help the gasp when Jake leans forward, his mouth fitting over the mark, sucking and biting it, the action making Paul's cock twitch even though it's far too soon, biting his bottom lip as Jake continues to tease the skin, blowing over it gently as he pulls back satisfaction in his eyes.

Paul can't help but lean forward, mouth devouring Jake's as possessively as Jake had his skin. He can feel the bruise that Jake had left, can feel the way the other boy had marked him, and unlike when the leech had left the mark, he feels triumph at the one Jake left on him.

"I should get going," Jake whispers against his lips, when he finally pulls back, his lips swollen from Paul's kiss.

"Mmm," Paul hums in agreement.

"No, really," Jake says, amusement clear in his tone. "I promised Quil I'd meet him before school."

"I'll drive you," he answers, hands rubbing up and down Jake's side, not wanting to leave the other boy yet.

Jake hesitates for a few seconds, before nodding, a small smile crossing his face.

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A/N - As always let me know what you thought. Also let me know whether you think Jake should imprint on Paul or not (if he were to phase that is *cough*).