Edward

Edward planned on not getting out of bed the next day. His parents were both back to work, and who knew what Tony's plans were, although having done so well at the tournament, there was talk about some kind of party. It helped that he woke up late, but even through his closed and locked door, he could hear preparations for something. Around noon, he woke up and couldn't get back to sleep. He went downstairs, noting the tables set up and the decorations A bunch of Tony's teammates and friends were in and out of the house, letting in gusts of cold air every time they opened the door. Among them, Edward saw Eric, but no one was paying attention to him. He went to the kitchen for food, and once he had what he wanted, he went back upstairs. It was almost laughably easy to binge, and then go to the bathroom, start a shower, and throw it all up and watch it wash down the drain. No one ever caught him. And now, stomach empty, he went back to his room, threw away the trash, and lay back in his bed. His old schedule was falling quickly back into place, and he welcomed it. He spent the next few hours watching Netflix and dozing. Every time he purged, it made him so tired. But it took the edge off the hunger that wanted to gnaw at his insides. He was thinking about the food downstairs, and toying with the idea of another binge and purge session, when his door opened. Two of Tony's teammates stood in the doorway, with wicked grins on their faces. So this was it, then, he thought. This tired game. He didn't fight it when they brought him down the stairs, and as he descended the staircase, he scanned the group of easily a couple hundred people for anyone who might help him, daring to hope once again. But there was no one, and why would there be? This was Tony's party, and these were his friends. They parted as the two teammates led Edward to the middle of the living room, where Tony's girlfriend of the month waited with a wine bottle. Edward stood, waiting for them to get it over with. They all let out a cheer when Tony broke through to the front.

"Alright, the rules are simple," he announced, as if he were a gameshow host. "If the bottle lands on you, you get to do whatever you want to whoever you want. The key is, you only get to do it to the opposite sex." There were jeers and oooo's from the assembled group. Edward closed his eyes and just let it happen. And to be fair, most of them wanted to have their fun with each other. A few, though, especially the ones he'd played soccer with last semester, and who didn't think he belonged on a team with them, were itching for a fight. He was expecting something like what happened last time, but he should have known better. The mood among these boys was completely different. The first one the bottle landed on, held up a beer bong. Two of the others held Edward's arms to his sides, while the lucky winner shoved the end of the hose into his mouth, and poured some mixture of alcohol into the funnel end of it. The more Edward tried to fight it, the more the all laughed. But the next one had other ideas. There was an almost ringing silence when this kid hit him, a punch to his jaw that sent his whole body reeling. The kid was a hulking, six foot former soccer captain at their school, and he was in a rage. A charged circle formed around him and the former team captain, and a ringing silence fell across the group. Edward lay where he'd fallen. He didn't want to fight anyone. He didn't have the strength to fight anyone. And besides, what these guys were mad about wasn't his fault. And then the circle was breaking up. Someone was abating the tension. He looked up just as Eric slid into view.

"Come on," he said, pulling Edward up.

"What are you doing?" Edward asked.

"What I should have done last time," Eric said, getting his coat from the closet, and guessing which one was Edward's. He pulled his coat on, and made sure Edward was bundled up, and led the way outside. Edward followed him blindly. What happened next made no sense to him. Bella came out of almost nowhere, and she was shouting something at Eric. And then there was Mike, guiding Edward somewhere. But Edward physically just couldn't take it anymore, with the alcohol and the lack of food, and all of the sudden his balance gave way, and he was leaning heavily on Mike.

"Here, let me help." Wait, Jacob? That was it, he'd cracked. There was no way in hell that Jacob was here. Couldn't be. And yet, there was no mistaking him.

Jacob

Bella and Mike arrived at the house in the early evening. Jacob was anxious by the time they pulled up. He'd been watching the neighbors set up the party, and more and more of them arrive. Cars lined the street, and he saw more than one teenager carry in bottles of alcohol, and who knew what else. The party was in full swing when they got there, and Mike was about to shove his way inside to lead the way to where Edward should be, up in his room, Edward came out of the house with another guy.

"How dare you," Bella said, pushing him away from Edward. Jacob helped Mike get Edward the few hundred yards to Bella's house, and once Bella was done yelling at Eric, he held the door for them.

"'S okay," Edward mumbled. "Eric helped… uh… get them to stop." He wobbled, even though he was sitting, and he smiled a drunken smile and let out a little giggle. "Tony didn't expect that," he continued. "Thought he could let his team…" He trailed off, losing his train of thought. He turned to Jacob. "You're supposed to be in… uh… hmm… Clearwater, yeah. Aren't your people gonna miss you?" He got up and stumbled drunkenly away.

"Edward, you're-"

"God, if one more person tells me what I need to do one more time," he gripped the edge of the table to catch himself before he fell.

"I was just going to say-"

"Just go," Edward cut him off. He didn't turn toward them, but there was no denying the crack in his voice. "You're going to go eventually, so it might as well be now." Jacob didn't know exactly what prompted him to do it, but he got up and strode the few steps to where Edward was standing. He turned him around, and lifted his chin and kissed him. Edward froze, rigid, caught completely off guard. And then he melted into the kiss, clinging to Jacob as if for dear life. Jacob slid a hand down his back to press him closer. Jacob had always had people to look up to, physically and emotionally, but now he slid into the role of the biggest person, as if it was made for him. Edward fit, the way no one else ever had or would. They broke apart, and Edward stared at him, emotions raging through him, and questions running through his head even faster. But Jacob wouldn't let him second guess this, and kissed him again, this time softer, slower, Fingers tangling in his hair, the hand at his back, holding him close. How could he explain with words how he felt? Words couldn't do it justice. Neither of them noticed that Bella and Mike had disappeared. Jacob took Edward's hand, laced their fingers together, and led him to the bedroom. As the door clicked shut, he pressed Edward up against it, kissing every exposed inch of his skin. Lips, neck, Edward lifted his chin, and Jacob trailed kisses and gentle bites down his neck. He reached down and hooked a hand under Edward's knee, and drew his leg up and around Jacob's waist. Edward pulled him close, closing his mouth over Jacob's, and Jacob rolled his hips. A breathless moan escaped Edward, and he shed his coat and pulled off his shirt. Jacob picked him up, bringing both of Edward's legs around his waist, and pressing him more firmly against the door, maneuvering his way out of his own shirt.

"I want you," he whispered into Edward's neck. "But I want you sober. But that doesn't mean I can't give you what I've wanted to give you for days." He carried Edward to the bed, and lowered himself onto him, still connected at the groin, both of them filled with desire for the other, and both could feel that desire in the other. But Jacob was determined to make this special. Drunk or not, Edward was still Edward, and this was a moment he didn't want to forget. Slowly, torturously, he began to kiss Edward, every inch of him, returning to his lips, every few kisses, noting spots that made Edward groan and pant, all the while, rolling his hips against him, achingly slowly building desire. He bit and sucked and kissed Edward, memorizing every inch of him, until neither of them could stand it, and then, finally, he rolled himself against Edward with more urgency, thin pajama bottoms and sweatpants doing nothing to hide their desire for one another. Edward cried out, ecstasy in his face, and a moment later, Jacob was there with him, pressing his face into Edward's neck, both of them breathless as the bliss of sex subsided. Neither one of them could move, and neither one wanted to move, so apart from pulling the comforter over them, they fell asleep as they were, still locked in an embrace as intimate as sex.

And this was how they woke up later. Jacob woke up first, gingerly lifting himself off of Edward to save him the discomfort of waking up in a position he didn't remember, but as he shifted, Edward stirred and pulled him closer. All of him. The friction and warmth against his already hard morning wood did not help to make it calm down, and he did his best to think about other things, but then he looked at Edward to see Edward awake and taking stock of the situation. Edward looked at him, a serious expression on his face, but he didn't pull away.

"Did you mean it last night?" He asked quietly.

"Did I mean what?"

"That you wanted me, but only if I was sober?"

"What do you think?" There was no hiding his current situation from Edward, not when they were flush together. Edward shifted to get up, and Jacob took that as his answer and moved to let him up. But then Edward took his hand, and pulled him up too, pushing his against the wall next to the bed.

"Good, because I'm sober, and I want a full repeat of last night, play by play." He said. In response, Jacob leaned in to kiss him. And again, the kiss was full of passion that took both their breath away. Jacob shoved off his own pants, and then Edward's, and drew Edward's leg back up to his waist. Bracing Edward against the wall, he brought Edward's other leg up around his waist This time, instead of the resistance of clothing, he found what he wanted, and entered Edward, kissing his neck as Edward let his head fall back. And then he lay Edward down on the bed, their bodied moving in sync, in a rhythm that was uniquely theirs. They reached the climax at almost the same moment, kisses and moans mingling in their ecstacy. Once it abated, Edward made Jacob roll over on his back, and straddled his lap, on hands and knees over him.

"You came here for me," he said, his expression once again turning serious.

"Yes," Jacob said, finding his hand and lacing their fingers.

"Why?" Edward asked.

"Because I love you." Edward's brow furrowed, and he blinked hard.

"You love me?" He asked, and sudden tears welled up in his eyes.

"I loved you from the moment Brady told me about you." He sat up, keeping Edward where he was, so they were face to face, bodies still flush with each other, but the desire sated. He wanted to look Edward in the eye when he said what he needed to say. "I love you, and no matter what you say, or how you say it, it's not going to change." Edward looked at him cautiously, carefully for a long moment, his expression unreadable. He seemed torn. And then his eyes welled up with tears.

"I'm scared," he said finally, wiping away tears as they spilled over.

"I know."