CHAPTER SIX
The next morning I was in the shed by eight o'clock, fitting some cosmetic parts to the Rabbit such as lenses over the lights, a rearview mirror and other bits and pieces. It was looking pretty good except for the paintwork, which was something I was going to have to save up for and have a shop do for me.
I was sitting in the car screwing the dash back on when the passenger door suddenly opened and Embry slid into the seat next to me. My heart fluttered and the screwdriver slipped out of my hand.
"Hey, I didn't expect to see you this early," I said. "Is Quil with you?"
"No. I thought I'd beat him to it," Embry smiled. "He'll be over about ten."
"Great," I grinned and leaned towards him. His eyes closed a second before our lips met and he slid his arms around my neck. Any thought of work went out of my head as we kissed and somehow an hour passed by with us doing nothing other than sitting in the Rabbit, cuddling and kissing and teasing each other.
Eventually we drew apart and talked instead while I finished what I had been doing. The few small jobs didn't take long, but by the time I got it done Quil had arrived.
"Oh, you're better then," he said to Embry.
"What?"
"You said you were sick?" Quil frowned now and I smirked at Embry.
"I lied," Embry said. "Sorry."
"Oh, you just wanted to get rid of me? Some friend you are!" Quil grunted, apparently oblivious.
"I...we...went out," Embry said and suddenly blushed furiously.
I giggled foolishly and looked at the floor, wondering why, after everything Quil knew already, this should be embarrassing. Quil looked from Embry to me, his eyes widening.
"You mean, like, on a date?" he asked. "Nah..."
"We went to the movies," I confirmed. "Sorry. We thought we'd tell you after."
"Oh. Seriously? Well...I guess that's good, since you both look like the cat that got the cream or something," Quil grinned. "Please just try to keep your hands off of each other when I'm around, ok?"
That was pretty much all he said, although he did grumble about the fact that he knew he was going to get dumped more and more regularly so that we could spend time together without him.
They both stayed for the rest of the day, eventually helping me push the Rabbit out of the shed so I could try starting it up. I only had one more month to go before I would be able to drive it on the road and I couldn't wait. It would certainly make things easier for Embry and I to be alone together.
The car started on the second try and it sounded great. We all piled in and I drove around the house a couple of times, then parked up after Dad appeared on the porch, waving at me and shouting that I was ploughing up the grass.
Quil left before dinner and I invited Embry to stay for some food. He called his Mom to say he wouldn't be back until later and we heated up some frozen dinners for ourselves and Dad and then excused ourselves to my room with the idea of listening to some music. It was the same thing I had done a thousand times before with either Embry or Quil or both and I knew Dad wouldn't think anything of it. I put a CD on and Embry threw himself down onto my narrow bunk, stretching out on one side with his back to the wall, his head propped up on one hand. I was suddenly nervous, not knowing whether I should join him or not. It wasn't as if anything much was going to happen with Dad in the house, but I still hesitated for a moment.
"How can you sleep in a bed this narrow?" Embry said. "I'd fall out of it."
I stopped dithering and sat on the edge of the bed, then lay down facing him.
"No you wouldn't. You're trapped between me and the wall."
Embry smiled and I lifted my hand and rested it on his upper arm. He was wearing a thin sweatshirt with a hood and I could feel his bicep through the fabric, hard and solid.
"Have you been going to the gym in secret?"
"No, I haven't done anything. Must be natural growth. I guess I'm just lucky."
I edged closer to him, although with the width of the bed I was only two or three inches away to begin with. He shifted slightly and dropped his head down onto the pillow, his hand coming to rest on my chest. He must have felt my heart pounding and it only increased its rate when he slid his hand inside my shirt and stroked my skin. His lips parted just before mine touched them and I plunged my tongue in without hesitation and began to kiss him deeply, sliding my arm around him and holding him tight against me. I immediately began to get hard, my dick slowly rising until it was pressed up against my stomach and I was thankful I was wearing loose cargo pants instead of jeans for once.
Embry ran his fingers through my hair, pulling it free from its ponytail and after another minute he drew one knee up and slid his leg over mine. At once I felt he was just as excited as I was, his erection straining against the fabric of his jeans and digging into my thigh. I ran my hand down his back to his butt, pulling him tighter against me. I longed to touch him more intimately and only wished we could have had the house to ourselves.
Embry squirmed against me, pulling his mouth away from mine and pressing it against my neck instead to smother a moan. I moved my knee up slowly between his legs and he shivered and whimpered alarmingly loudly, although fortunately the music was louder. His hips gyrated slightly and he ground himself harder against me. The fact that he was practically getting himself off by rubbing against my leg only made me harder and I bit my lip to suppress a groan. I was breathless and all I could think about was how good this would feel if we were naked. I squeezed his butt and moved my leg against him.
"Oh, God," Embry gasped suddenly, right at the point where the song currently playing on the CD came to an end and there was a brief pause before the next began.
"Em...sshh..." I whispered, grinning despite my anxiety about Dad hearing anything.
"Sorry," he panted. He was trembling and I hugged him tighter until he just lay still against me, his face in my hair.
"Shit," he whispered after a minute and began to pull away from me. "I'm really sorry." He was bright red and I couldn't help chuckling.
"Don't be silly, it's alright." I touched his hot face and brushed my lips against his.
"Do you want me to...um...return the favour?"
"Not now," I murmured reluctantly. "Not here."
"God, I can't believe I did that," he said.
"If my Dad wasn't in the next room, I'd be doing it. We need to find somewhere else to hang out."
"My Mom sometimes goes out," Embry said. "I just hope she goes again sooner rather than later." He smiled now. "Can I use your bathroom?"
"Yeah, you know where it is."
He climbed over me and left the room and I sat up slowly, frowning in discomfort. Damnit, I was so horny now. I wished I'd let him touch me after all, but I was too self-conscious with Dad in the house. I was still rock hard and aching at the thought that I turned Embry on so much he came in his pants. I almost hoped he would go home so that I could go to bed and jerk off. I tried to stop thinking about it and willed my erection to go down, but it apparently had no intention of doing that and throbbed persistently. When Embry came back into the room a couple of minutes later I almost changed my mind about not letting anything happen, but the thought of Dad suddenly rolling up outside the door and flinging it open at the same time as knocking like he sometimes did was too alarming. That idea had the desired effect of eventually squashing my ardour and I resolved to keep my hands off Embry for the rest of the time that he was with me, with the exception of a long kiss goodbye right before he left.
As soon as he was out of the door, I spent a couple of minutes talking to Dad and then said I intended to get an early night. He was about to do the same and I returned to my room, stripped my clothes off and got into bed. The pillow smelled of Embry and if I closed my eyes I could pretend he was still with me. I was instantly hard again and I grasped myself eagerly, imagining that it was Embry's hand stroking me. I clenched my teeth and did my best not to make a sound although I didn't have to worry about it for long; I lasted less than a minute. I cleaned myself up with a handful of tissues and settled down to sleep although it took me a while to relax. All I could think about was Embry and how much I wanted him.
It was another week before I had any more time alone with him. All week there was school and Quil hanging around and Dad wanting me to do errands and so on. It was almost as if everything was conspiring to keep us apart. We decided to go into Forks again on Saturday night just to get away from everybody else, but then much to my surprise Embry turned up at my house early on Saturday morning, without Quil. We went straight out to the shed, telling Dad we wanted to blast out some music without bothering him since the car was finished and I couldn't use it as an excuse to spend time in the shed rather than the house.
"Quil's got a date," Embry said, grinning as I closed the shed door after us.
"He never said anything yesterday."
"A last minute thing apparently. He sent me a text a little while ago. He's going shopping in Forks with Jared's cousin Mary and two other girls."
"Quil hates shopping," I said.
"Yeah, but he thinks if he goes with them and carries their bags and buys them lunch, one of them will eventually decide he's a good catch. Doubt it, but..." Embry grinned and shrugged.
"Well, at least it means I get you to myself," I smiled, stepping closer to him.
I rested my hands on his waist and pulled him against me. Considering that only a few short weeks ago I was confused and scared and didn't know what I wanted, suddenly I knew exactly what I wanted; I couldn't wait to touch him, to have him touch me and as soon as I kissed him and he slid his arms around me, images of us in bed together began to fill my head and I wondered what it would be like actually fucking him.
I pulled my mouth away from his with a groan. I couldn't breathe and I was so hard already that it hurt. I shrugged my jacket off and leaned back on the shed wall, watching as Embry unzipped the hoodie he was wearing and dropped it on the ground. He was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt underneath, his shoulders, arms and pecs bulging. My eyes widened. I hadn't actually seen the evidence up to now, only felt it. He had to be working out, not that I was going to complain. He was very lean and every muscle was perfectly defined. I had to wonder if he had a six-pack too. As he stepped closer I halted him with a hand, hesitated a moment and then grasped the edges of his t-shirt and pulled it off over his head. His abs were visible in four perfect pairs. Four.
"Are you sure you're not going to the gym?" I said, touching his chest lightly.
"I told you. When would I have time? Or the money? They just started growing by themselves." He grinned and blushed slightly. "You like them, do you?"
"Yeah." I slid my arms around him and held him close again. "But I'm jealous."
Embry unfastened one of my shirt buttons and then another and slid his hand inside. My heart thumped wildly as he stroked my skin, pinched a nipple between finger and thumb. I gasped, a little surprised that it felt good. I stiffened even more if that were possible and almost held my breath as Embry undid the rest of the buttons and pushed the shirt off my shoulders. Then both of his hands were on me, exploring my chest, touching my stomach and making the muscles jump, his mouth nibbling at my neck, then his tongue teasing its way down to the nipple he had been pinching, circling it, biting gently.
"Oh, God, don't," I groaned, pulling him upright.
"You don't like it?"
"Yeah, I do, but...you're killing me," I muttered.
Stupidly I was wearing tight jeans and it felt as if they were crushing the life out of me. However, rather than be as blatant as to unfasten them myself, I began to unbutton Embry's instead. My knuckles brushed against his erection through the thin fabric of his underwear and he sucked his breath in when I paused purposely and stroked one finger over it. It twitched impatiently and I grinned and repeated the brief touch. Embry closed his eyes and moaned, his hands moving to the front of my own jeans to undo them. Mine had a zipper and he popped the top button free and ran the zipper down quickly. I was wearing tight jersey shorts underneath and he ran his hand over the outside of them, rubbing me, making me groan and briefly forget about what I was doing with him until he covered my hand with his own and pressed it down over his own hardness.
I unfastened the last button of his jeans, pushed them down a couple of inches and then lowered his boxers too. I opened my eyes a little and looked down as I wrapped my fingers around his dick, surprisingly not finding it strange to be holding one other than my own. Embry pulled mine free of my shorts and grasped it firmly and I stopped thinking and closed my eyes again. I was no longer capable of thought; his hand was stroking up and down, rubbing, squeezing, his thumb teasing the head at the end of each upstroke and I began to copy his movements with my own hand on him, wondering if he would finish as quickly as I was about to. I moved my hand faster, the same way I would have done it to myself.
"God...Jacob..." Embry groaned, resting his head in the curve of my neck where it joined my shoulder. He came a second later, covering my hand and both of our stomachs. Immediately I began to erupt too, panting, gasping, pulling Embry closer against me so that my dick and his hand were trapped between both of us. After a minute he let go of me and pulled his hand free, stooping to grab his t-shirt and using it to wipe himself and then me.
"What are you going to wear now?" I teased breathlessly.
"Your shirt," he grinned. "You got plenty more in the house."
I smiled and slid my arms around him again. I didn't want to stop touching him yet. He rested lightly against me, his hands on my sides and I held him close, feeling his dick still partly hard nudging against mine, his heart pounding in his chest in time with my own.
"You feel so good," I whispered.
"So do you." He pulled his head back and pressed his lips against mine. "I wanted this for so long."
After another moment he stepped away and picked up my shirt, slipping it on. I pulled on my jacket, fastened it up and went back to the house to get another shirt, taking the opportunity to go in the bathroom and clean up properly. I caught sight of my flushed face and bright eyes in the mirror and grinned to myself as I thought about what had made me look like that. I just couldn't wait to do it again.
Nor could Embry apparently. We hung out together for a couple more hours, playing CDs and sitting on the old rear seat I had removed from the Rabbit and left in the corner of the shed. I was horny the whole time, unable to get my mind off the way his hand felt on me, the way his dick felt in my hand. Eventually I couldn't stop myself touching him again. I put my hand on his knee as he sat next to me and then slid it up the inside of his thigh. When I paused there, he covered my hand with his and moved it up a couple more inches until I felt his hardness and guessed his mind had been on the same thing mine had as we had sat there seemingly chatting the way we always did. I grinned and squeezed him, making him gasp, then let go and got to my feet.
"What? Don't stop!" Embry groaned.
"Get up." I grabbed his hand and pulled him up. "Let's get in the car."
We slid into the back seat which proved to be much more comfortable and Embry unfastened his jeans again without waiting for me to do it. He was half lying across my lap as I jerked him off again, his head resting against my shoulder, his breath hot on my neck as he panted and gasped. He didn't last much longer than he had the first time and by then I was longing for my turn, my erection straining against my zipper and my balls aching.
Embry drew away from me slowly, not bothering to fasten his pants and I sprawled back in the seat and closed my eyes as he unzipped me. He pulled my jeans and underwear down and I lifted my butt off the seat as they slid down over my thighs. I expected to feel Embry's hand on me, maybe even both hands, but what I felt was his hair brush across my thighs and then warm moistness touch the head of my erection and then trail down the length towards my balls. My eyes flew open and I watched in shock as he gathered his hair up in one hand to pull it out of the way and worked his tongue back up my shaft again. He paused for a second, then captured the head between his lips and sucked gently.
"Fuck!" I gasped.
Embry wrapped his hand around me now and began to pump me slowly, his mouth following his hand up and down, the hot wetness of it surrounding me, his tongue teasing me unbearably.
"Oh, God, Em, don't," I groaned.
He raised his head and his mouth slipped away from me. "You want me to stop?"
"No!" I almost whined.
He grinned and continued, his hand beginning to move faster, his mouth sucking harder until I knew I was going to disgrace myself in a few more seconds. I reached down to push him off me, unable to actually utter anything more than a moan. Embry lifted his free hand and caught mine, holding it away from him until it was too late for me to stop him. I came forcefully into his mouth and he stilled the movement of his hand, then slowly let me slip from his lips. I opened my eyes, stunned, and looked down at him. He straightened up, grinning.
"Jesus, Em," I gasped.
He slid closer to me again and kissed my neck and I wrapped my arms around him, my heart hammering. Somehow we had to find more time to be alone together to do more of this. The weekends were no longer going to be enough.