(Sorry if the title's lame. I couldn't think of anything. D:)

So here's another one~! We're getting to an interesting point, my dearies.
But more on that later. For now, simply enjoy~

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Two Weeks Later

"Man, that was pretty fun!" Jacob grinned, reaching for his chocolate ice cream cone that Carlisle had so graciously paid for, "I didn't know I'd like mini golf."

"I figured you would. It is immature and fun…like you," the blond teased in response. Though he took some offense to that, the werewolf still grinned at him. His beloved tended to say these things in a good way, not intending to insult his boyfriend.

"You like my immaturity, Carlisle. Don't deny it," he teased right back with a wink at the older man. A chuckle emitted from perfectly shaped lips while a cold, but equally perfect, hand snuck its way into Jacob's back pocket.

"I suppose I do. Though, when you put it that way, it makes you sound like you're some 'boy toy' I picked up."

"Well…you did pick me up in your car," the teenager pointed out, referring to earlier that evening when Carlisle had driven to the local Forks diner. Jacob had waited barely two seconds before jumping into the car so that they could speed away to some obscure city near the Canadian border.

"Are you suggesting you'd want to be my boy toy?" he questioned, amused by the thought.

"If the position's open, sure." Jacob then began to lick at his ice cream in a manner that was entirely too appealing – so much so that Carlisle had a hard time believing he was innocently eating ice cream. To hide the lust that was creeping into his veins, the blond let out a small laugh.

"You certainly are something," he mused before planting a kiss against the teenager's cheek. Jacob grinned at that and, once Carlisle pulled away, nuzzled his cheek for barely a second. Most people would think it was weird to do such a thing, but it was one of the habits he'd picked up from his wolf form. His vampire counterpart found it endearing, mainly because the warmth he felt was inside his chest and on his always frigid cheek.

"Why don't we sit while you finish that?" he added as he caught sight of a vacant bench. The werewolf shrugged and, once the hand was pulled from his pocket, made his way over to the bench. He allowed Carlisle to sit first, watching as his arm stretched out beside him on the back of the seat. Jacob sat down beside him, their legs pressed together. Distance was nonexistent between them by this point. How "far" they went, though, was still a pale comparison to what they'd shared in the forest.

Still, having the man's arm around his shoulders in an obviously possessive hold was enough for him. Once his ice cream was done, cone and all, Jacob tilted his head back, pressing his neck even closer to the arm as he looked up. Some of the stars were hidden due to the town's lights, but what remained was still enough to be a breathtaking sight.

"Hey…Carlisle?"

"Mm?" Because the teen was only looking up, he didn't notice golden eyes watching him. It wasn't lust, not exactly. It was more out of interest, affection.

"How come you guys sparkle in the sun? I mean, most vampire stories say they burn in sunlight, but...I don't get it."

"Well those stories imply that the sun is God or some form of god, like Apollo, and our heathen brethren-"

"Are you mocking me?"

"Not you, love, the stories. Those stories essentially depict that vampires are beings that should never be viewed by a deity because we're terrible, immoral, and above all, evil creatures," he finished. There was a drawn out silence as Jacob turned to watch his beloved, but mostly because the boy didn't know what to say to that.

"…I don't think you're terrible. Or evil," he finally murmured.

"Thank you. I like to think I'm a decent being," Carlisle smiled while his fingers started rubbing his boyfriend's shoulder.

"You're not just decent, though. You're always helping people and you're really selfless and you even humored me with all this...You're one of the best people I've ever known." Though he'd been told he was kind or caring before, coming from this boy made it seem all the more special.

"Thank you," he replied, "Though humoring you was more selfish of me than anything else."

"Was it?" Finally Jacob looked away from the stars to give his beloved a sideways grin. The doctor leaned forward and pressed his mouth to the younger man's for a sweet kiss – sweet because it seemed like the chocolate had lingered on his lips. The werewolf, however, had different plans. He turned his head a bit to get a better angle while his hand reached up to massage Carlisle's neck. The blond held back a moan at the comforting warmth but couldn't resist when an equally warm, if not hotter, tongue traced along his lips for entrance. He parted his lips and the moan was unintentionally released when that tongue swept through his mouth, claiming it fully. His hand that had been rubbing Jacob's shoulder moved to the back of the boy's head, burying itself in his hair.

This was likely too inappropriate for public view, but the way Jacob held him, the way he kissed him…

It was irresistible. He was irresistible.

So they continued their passionate embrace until Jacob, mentally cursing himself for his need of oxygen, pulled away. In between breaths that were forced to be feigningly normal, he would plant one tender kiss after another against Carlisle's chilled lips until his fervor died down. The blond stroked his hair, smiling against his kisses. Jacob could go a bit overboard at times, but he really was sweet.

"It was extremely selfish, by the way."

"What? Oh, you mean humoring me?"

"Yes. I wanted you, Jacob…even if it was wrong."

"I don't think it's wrong," the teenager practically purred as he leaned his head on Carlisle's shoulder, "I think it's the rightest thing you've ever wanted."

"You're only saying that because it's you," the doctor pointed out, though a smile was playing its way onto his lips.

"Well, duh."

"Excuse me?"

"I told you that I loved you, Carlisle. So of course I'm gonna think wanting me is the best. I can be selfish too, after all," he explained after pulling away from the vampire.

"Jacob…you're such a child," the blond teased, leaning in to press their foreheads together. Cold met warmth and Carlisle stayed there, relishing the proximity as well as the heat. This boy was truly something special. If only he could spend more time with him than these fleeting hours of the evening…

Suddenly, the irony came to him. He could only see his "sun" during the night. It was amusing enough to cause a chuckle to slip out past his lips.

"What?"

"Nothing, love." He refused to admit how he thought of the boy. How embarrassing would it be if Jacob found out that he referred to him as his own, personal sun?

It'd be as if Jacob was calling him an angel. Or, as Edward would have so cleverly coined it, a fallen angel.

"We should...probably head back to Forks…shouldn't we?" Jacob murmured despondently as a far off clock chimed the midnight hour. The older man nodded in reply, surprised to find himself just as sad to leave his mate. Normally, the knowledge that there would be another date easily held him over, but for some reason he didn't want to leave this boy. They had already spent five hours together; why did he want more?

"Billy's gonna have my head for this."

"Hm? For what?"

"I just told you. My curfew was eleven and we're like, an hour and a half away from Forks," he groaned, as if just realizing this fact. Carlisle pulled away from the teen to stand up.

"Just tell him that your tall and beautiful blonde date kept you out. Perhaps 'she' wanted to go mini-golfing?" Jacob flushed as he followed the man up to his feet. So Carlisle knew the ruse he'd been telling his dad. But what was he supposed to tell him? "Oh hey dad, I just had a great date with Carlisle Cullen. Hope you're cool with that." His dad would have him castrated and strung up before he could spit out a "just kidding."

The vampire bit was enough to send him flying, but he didn't even know if his dad was homophobic…Not that he was gay, not really. He never found himself checking any men out – except for Carlisle, of course. Out of sheer curiosity, he'd attempted to "assess" some of the Forks locals but found they held no attraction for him.

So it was only Carlisle who was an exception.

"Nobody normal goes mini-golfing this late at night," the teen scoffed, his mind back on track as they made their way to the car.

"There were a few other people there, actually. So many 'normal' people go mini-golfing at this hour," the blond mused as he unlocked his Mercedes. He opened the passenger door, smiling as he gestured for Jacob to slide in.

"Sure, sure," the teen conceded while he got into the car. He closed the door himself, wondering where the vampire got off being so polite all the time. Jacob wouldn't mind seeing his beloved let loose and perhaps have his way with a certain hot-to the-touch werewolf – namely himself.

But the likelihood of that ever happening was eerily close to zero. Still, a teenager could dream. He inwardly sighed at that as Carlisle pulled away from the curb and started to drive them back to Forks.

Two Hours Later

After a particularly fond farewell – one that involved a solid ten minutes of lips locked and tongues grinding harshly against each other inside the safety of the car and its tinted windows – Carlisle had dropped his mate off there, only to turn and head to the hospital. He showered until the rousing scent of his lover was washed from his skin. He may find it appealing, but his family would find it offensive, not to mention suspicious. So he even threw his clothes away, only partially distressed. With all his money, an exact copy of his outfit was easy to come by. He dressed in the clean clothes and, after a once-over to make sure he looked like he had been at the hospital all evening, drove home. Though he was later than most nights, he could easily explain his absence as a busy workday and no harm would be done.

The vampire was surprised, however, to come to a house that appeared to be calming after a storm.

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lots of reviews = new update
Not even joking, you guys. I wanna hear what you think. Preferably nice but I'll take constructive crit too.

Also, did anyone notice that Carlisle never answered Jake's question? (My guess is that they sparkle because their skin's made of diamonds. 'Cause that's why they're so durable.)