Since When Are Suspenders Sexy?
A Bit of Distraction
Warning: totally PWP. barely a plot, honestly.
Pairing: Jacob and Edward
Jacob woke up from his afternoon nap and groggily rubbed at his eyes. There was no sound inside the cottage, which didn't necessarily mean his mate wasn't there… Edward was certainly capable of being noiseless. A rather loud, rhythmic sound outside told him Edward's location however, and he went in search.
The wolf's unlikely vampire mate was indeed working outside, chopping logs for their little wood stove. They didn't really need the fire for warmth, but the atmosphere it provided was nice, comforting.
Seeing Edward perform manual labor was always sort of amusing to Jacob. He didn't look like he should be able to swing the axe with the amount of strength he was using. A man of his build, with those delicate, slender hands, really ought to be struggling. Edward also looked like he might be a touch too young to be chopping wood, like his father might appear any moment to admonish him for wielding an axe and being a danger to himself.
All of that would be true if Edward actually was what he looked like - a sheltered seventeen-year-old human. He was those things once, but now, he was none of those things. His pretty, youthful exterior masked a creature capable of killing with the flick of his wrist, a being who could (and did) go toe to toe with an alpha wolf shapeshifter more than twice his size.
Jacob took the time to admire his mate. Edward was aware he was there, of course, but he went about his business, preferring not to communicate with Jacob mentally. After a century plus, Edward was tired of it all and just wanted to be treated normally… as normally as a vampire can be treated, anyway.
Edward was wearing a pair of brown trousers paired with black suspenders, which stood out against the white pall of his bare chest and shoulders, the filtered sun making his skin shimmer slightly. The deceivingly youthful vampire moved with such grace, every swing of the axe was fluid and the splitting sound of the wood punctuated the scene. His bronze locks fell into his face, the angle of his jaw and nose perfect like a sculpture in a museum. Jacob stared at him, taking in all his glory.
The suspenders crisscrossed just above his lower back, and when Edward's body bent forward on the downswing, Jacob could see the two symmetrical dimples framing the very top of his divide. It looked so inviting, and Jacob realized that since he could glimpse the cleft of his ass at all, Edward wore nothing under the trousers. Searing heat started in his groin and spread through his body. He wanted to take those suspenders and slowly remove them, one shoulder at a time, teasing them both with anticipation.
Edward couldn't ignore Jacob's train of thought, and he stopped chopping mid-swing, looking over with an impish grin. He was so adorable, and a rush of love joined Jacob's lust.
"What are you staring at, dog?" Edward asked playfully.
"You. You look straight out of the Dust Bowl or something. Like a picture in an old LIFE magazine."
Edward chuckled. "I'll have you know that suspenders were still popular after the 1930s. They didn't start going out of style until at least the fifties."
Jacob groaned as he stepped closer, stopping within inches of his mate. "Don't remind me of what a geezer you are." He leaned in to kiss along Edward's jaw, sliding his hand across the vampire's chest until it rested under the left strap, causing Edward to draw in a sharp gasp. "You're all wrapped up in this gorgeous body…" He slowly moved his heated hand up over Edward's icy shoulder, sliding the strap down his arm, his roughened fingertips brushing lightly against the vampire's skin. Jacob's mate shuddered as the material made contact against his thigh.
Looking down between their bodies, Jacob could see that Edward was hard. The way his cock pressed against his pants left the waistband stretched open just enough to see the lines of his hips traveling down to the top of his tight, curly, reddish-brown patch of hair. When the next strap fell, the pants would fall too. Jacob slid his hand across Edward's chest to the other strap, kissing up his neck to the spot he liked behind his ear.
"Imagine if you looked how old you really are," Jacob whispered.
Edward gave a breathy laugh. "Lucky me I don't."
"No, lucky me."
With that, Jacob slid the other strap off Edward's shoulder and the pants pooled at his feet. Bared before hungry eyes, the vampire stood proud and confident. Jacob's lustful gaze raked over his mate's body, familiar to him and yet still so damned sexy. Wanting to press himself against Edward with no barriers, Jacob swiftly shed his shorts and pulled the vampire to him, the icy cold a balm to his excessive heat. Edward grasped Jacob's waist and ass cheek, rubbing their cocks together. The temperature difference between them was magnetic even when they just held hands, but when their cocks were involved, it was electric.
They both moaned at the contact and sought each other's mouths, their kisses sloppy and ferocious. Jacob pushed Edward onto the ground and laid over him, grinding and humping, Edward matching his every move. More was soon necessary, and Edward groaned out, "yes..."
Jacob wanted to prepare Edward quickly and get inside him fast. The need to thrust was overwhelming. "Hurry," Edward panted in agreement. Jacob pictured what he wanted to do and Edward's breath caught in his excitement; what Jacob had planned was Edward's favorite - it felt so damn good, he didn't care how gross his brothers would probably think it was.
In a flash, Edward was on his hands and knees faced away from the shapeshifter, his legs spread and his most private area displayed before Jacob's eyes. The Quileute's cock throbbed and he took a steadying breath, willing himself not to cum while giving Edward a rim job. He knelt down and leaned forward, running his hot, wet tongue down the vampire's crease and over the twitching entrance. Edward cried out his pleasure and Jacob had to squeeze the base of his own dick to quell his excitement. As Jacob licked and teased, he alternated relaxing his tongue and then pointing it, mixing it up and making it good for his mate.
Moistening them in his mouth first, he worked one finger inside Edward, then two. He swirled and scissored them, opening up Edward's body for his considerable size. He held his palm out to Edward, and he lapped at it eagerly so Jacob could slicken himself and slide inside easier. Jacob's palm tingled from the venom, and he quivered in anticipation of the painful pleasure it would bring on his dick.
Wet enough and every nerve-ending firing, he lined up and carefully breached Edward's body, pushing through the resistance as Edward pushed out, working against his own body to let Jacob in. Edward groaned, throwing his head back as Jacob sank in to the hilt. The tops of his thighs resting against the back of Edward's, Jacob ran gentle hands over his mate's back and rear while he waited for Edward to get accustomed to his sizeable intrusion. The mediocre prep would probably have hurt if he were human, but as it was, he only felt a foreign stretching sensation, and Edward recovered rather quickly, rotating his hips and grinding against Jacob's pelvis.
Needing no further encouragement, Jacob pulled back slowly, then slid in faster, earning a garbled "ohgodmore." The wolf grinned and set a sharp pace, one that Edward easily met thrust for thrust, both men wishing it could last forever, but teetering on the edge already. Though Jacob did enjoy doggie-style, today he didn't want to be so separated from his mate. Jacob wrapped his arms around Edward's chest and pulled them upright, sitting back on his heels with Edward still attached at his lap. In this position, he could relish in the feel of the cold skin pressed against his, the curve of Edward's ass nestled perfectly between his thighs, and the vampire's sweet neck accessible and begging for Jacob's kisses. Edward bounced and moaned in Jacob's lap as the wolf ran his large heated hands over every part of the vampire, except where he wanted it most.
"Don't make me beg," Edward whined in a tone that sounded suspiciously like begging. Jacob pretended he didn't know what Edward was talking about. "Jacob! Touch me, please!" Edward demanded, and Jacob chuckled, considering replying with 'I am touching you,' but gave in to his mate instead of teasing him, wrapping his hand around Edward's cock and squeezing. The vampire made a strangled sound of relief, and then Jacob ran his thumb around the leaking head before pumping in time with his increasingly erratic thrusts.
Edward's loud moans and cries pushed Jacob to his limit and his orgasm took over, cumming hard into Edward's tight channel, grunting with every jerk of his cock as it emptied. As the hot liquid spread through his insides, Edward quickly followed into the abyss, his body locking up and his mouth opening in a silent scream in the throes of his climax, his ass clenching around Jacob's oversensitive cock.
They collapsed together onto the ground, uncaring about lying face down in the dirt and leaves. They remained joined until they couldn't any longer, then moved to lie side by side, looking up into the stars, basking in their afterglow.
After a time, Edward gasped, then giggled. "Carlisle was expecting me to bring back firewood."
"What? I thought that was for us!"
Edward just shrugged. Jacob leaned in for a languid kiss before whispering, "Let that old man chop his own wood."
A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! You can still feel free to make requests, but I am working on outlines for new stories at the moment. This just came into my mind and had to be written. Blame pictures of Rob Pattinson in Water for Elephants for this.