CHAPTER EIGHT
I didn't think I would sleep that night. I was full of excitement that Embry was back and longing so much to be with him, but at the same time I was exhausted and completely drained from what I had been doing the minute I got home from Quil's. I got into bed early and somehow I was asleep within minutes. I didn't even hear Dad come home later in Harry Clearwater's truck and it was almost eight the next morning when I finally woke. I sat up, yawning and rubbing my eyes just as my phone bleeped. I snatched it up.
'Mom wants me out of the way all day. See you in about an hour. x'
'Can't wait. x,' I replied and threw myself out of bed, suddenly wide awake. My heart started to thump wildly and I hurried into the bathroom to get another shower and clean my teeth. As I lathered myself in shower gel, I couldn't help imagining what fun it would be to share a shower with Embry and I quickly grew hard again. Tempting as it was to touch myself I ignored it, knowing it would be about a hundred times better if I waited for Embry to do it.
I finished the shower quickly and dried off, glancing at myself in the mirror as I brushed my hair. I frowned as I stared at my reflection. With my arm up in the air holding the brush the muscles in my shoulder were visible, as well as my bicep which was usually the case only this morning they were more noticeable. It was a little while since I had actually stared at myself for more than a few seconds so I hadn't seen any change previously. I put the brush down and looked more closely at myself. My chest was sticking out a little more than usual too and when I clenched my fists, my forearm muscles popped up. I was probably imagining it; it was just toning from working on the car. Or wishful thinking. I was just the same as always. I really ought to think about getting some dumb bells or something. Embry, who was younger and skinnier than me, was way more muscular.
I pulled on some clothes and went to make coffee and toast for Dad, nibbling half a slice myself, my appetite gone and the butterflies in my stomach leaving no room for food.
"What are you doing today?" Dad asked me. "Quil coming over?"
"Yes, probably," I said. "But Embry's back from Seattle so we've got some catching up to do."
Boy, did we have some catching up to do! I turned away to hide a smirk and glanced at the clock for about the tenth time in the last five minutes. Less than half an hour to go. I went out to the shed rather than wait for him in the house and paced up and down impatiently, my phone in my hand so I could see the time. Fifteen minutes.
It bleeped and I checked the message quickly. He was on his way and my mouth went dry as I responded, telling him I was out in the shed. By the time he arrived my heart was slamming against my ribs and I was hard again as I thought about kissing him, touching him...
He pushed the door open, slipped inside and closed it behind him. The Rabbit was parked just inside the door and I was leaning against it while I waited for him. In a second we were in each other's arms, devouring each other, not even bothering to utter a word of greeting first. He pressed his body hard against mine and I could feel that he was as excited as I was. I let go of him, pulled his arms from around my neck and slid his jacket off his shoulders. It fell to the ground and the t-shirt he was wearing underneath quickly followed along with my own sweatshirt.
I crushed my lips onto his again, plunging my tongue eagerly into his mouth as we fumbled urgently with each other's pants, desperate to touch and be touched. In another moment my dick was in Embry's hand and I was pushing his jeans and shorts down a little, grasping him. I tore my mouth away from his, gasping for breath, my hand keeping pace with his as he began to pump me harder and faster. We came together, panting and laughing and then clung to each other again, still mostly undressed, stomachs sticky and dicks still hard.
I slid my hands down his back to his butt, pulling him tighter against me. I wished we had somewhere better to spend our time than my shed. I wanted to have sex with him and once the idea was in my head, all I could think of was what it might feel like if I was in bed with him, his legs spread open under me, my dick inside him. I shuddered and thrust myself against him, my erection bumping against his.
"God, Em, I want more," I groaned, wondering if it was what he wanted too.
"So do I." His teeth nipped at my ear. "Just not here. Can you wait a bit longer?"
"Yeah," I said, although I was thinking 'no!'
"My Mom's going away overnight next weekend. When it's your birthday." His teeth grazed my neck. "You could stay over...if you want to."
"Mmm..." I murmured. "Sounds like a good plan." I pulled my head back and nibbled at his lower lip. "Let's go sit in the car for a while."
I let go of him just long enough to kick my boots off and wriggle out of my jeans and underwear, then I slid into the back seat of the car. Embry joined me quickly and I realised it was the first time we had been completely naked together. I sat sideways on the seat, my erection standing up against my stomach and drew Embry onto my lap. He kneeled astride me, his butt resting on my thighs and edged forwards until he was pressed tight against me, my dick thrusting against the base of his. He ground himself against me, the friction of our hard-ons rubbing together making me groan, already halfway towards another eruption.
Embry grasped my hand suddenly and lifted it to his mouth, sucking my fingers and I opened my eyes curiously. What was he thinking? My index finger and the middle one were slick with saliva when he let them go and he met my eyes.
"Touch me," he said breathlessly.
He didn't mean his dick. I reached around him, slipping my hand under him and between his legs, feeling for the small tight hole there, both excited and nervous as I pressed the tip of my finger against it and then up into him. Embry shivered and his nails dug into the back of my shoulders.
"Oh, God," he groaned. "More...please..."
I pushed my finger in deeper and slowly added the second, surprised that it didn't appear to be causing him any discomfort. For a moment I wondered if maybe he had done it before and my guts clenched at the thought. Surely not. I didn't want to think about anyone else touching him. And yet he seemed to know what he was doing.
'Don't think about it,' I told myself. I didn't want to spoil things.
I thrust my fingers deeper again, as far as I could reach, scissoring them slightly, exploring and forgetting my stupid thoughts as he trembled and moaned, rubbing himself harder against me. He came just before I did and I withdrew my fingers and wrapped my arms around his waist. After a moment he slid off my lap, opened the door and grabbed my underwear to wipe us clean. What I had been thinking before sprang back into my mind again and I couldn't seem to push it away. What did it matter if he had maybe done something before he even liked me? Before sex with anybody had even crossed my mind.
"Jake, what's wrong?" Embry asked suddenly.
"Nothing," I said. Damn, had I been that obvious?
"Something is." Embry snuggled closer to me and kissed my ear. "Tell me."
"It's stupid."
"Tell me," he persisted, kissing my cheek now.
"I just wondered...if you did this before." I knew I was flushing and I wished I was better at hiding my feelings.
"Aww, you're jealous," Embry teased. "Sorry. No, I didn't do it before. I never even kissed anyone before. I just fool around myself sometimes. Actually, a lot of the time."
"I'm sorry, Em, I just..."
"You were jealous," he said again. "And I love it. I love you."
"I love you too."
It was the first time we had said it in person and I wondered if it filled him with the same overwhelming warmth and happiness that it did me. I kissed him again and then drew back.
"We better get some clothes on; it'd be just like Quil to turn up now."
"He won't, he said he'd leave us alone today," Embry smiled.
"Well, I'm getting cold anyway." I slid out of the car and grabbed my jeans, shivering.
"I'm still hot," Embry commented, although he began to get dressed too. Come to think of it, he had felt pretty hot in my arms, almost as if he was running a fever.
We went into the house after a while and hung out in my room listening to music, playing on the computer and talking. I went to make sandwiches for lunch, including a plateful for Dad and we watched a couple of movies in the afternoon until Embry's Mom called to find out where he was.
"I'm at Quil's," he lied and hung up a moment later.
"She wants me back for dinner," he said. "At least she's working tomorrow so she won't be bothering about what I'm doing." He kissed me goodbye and left quickly.
The next couple of days were much the same, although Quil came over for a while and then Dad wanted to go into Forks on Saturday to see Charlie. I spent the time talking to Bella, trying to cheer her up as she had me over Christmas. She was still completely crushed over Edward and barely seemed to have left her room in days.
On Monday we were all back at school and throughout the week it became increasingly difficult for Embry and I not to let anyone else see how we felt about each other. I wanted to hold his hand and kiss him all the time and Saturday night was constantly on my mind. I hardly even cared that it was my birthday; all I could think about was that I was going to sleep with Embry for the first time.
Embry's Mom left early on Saturday morning for Seattle and he revealed that the only reason he wasn't being dragged along too was that she had met a guy at Christmas and didn't want him cramping her style. Her excitement over the weekend had apparently put her problem with Embry being gay out of her mind and she hadn't said anything about who he could or couldn't see.
Embry and Quil both came over in the morning and Bella and Charlie arrived a little later, all with gifts for me. Dad had paid for me to have driving lessons so that I could finally get the Rabbit on the road and much to my delight, Charlie had called in a favour with a guy in Forks who ran a paint shop, persuading him to spray the car in my choice of colour for a hundred dollars. Bella didn't give me a gift, but a card with forty dollars in it.
"I thought you could put it towards the spraying," she said.
Quil gave me a blues rock compilation CD and Embry's gift appeared to be another CD, which I knew was one of his. He just winked at me and told me when the others weren't listening that my real present was at his house.
We called out for Chinese food for a late lunch and then Charlie and Bella took off and I left with Quil and Embry to spend the night having a movie marathon and pizza as far as my Dad was concerned. Quil left us and went home before we reached Embry's house and once we got in, he took his CD back and gave me what he actually bought for my birthday. It was a wristwatch on a leather strap, the back engraved with, 'For Jacob, love always, Em'.
I hardly knew what to say as I fastened it around my wrist. I guessed the huge grin on my face indicated I liked it.
"Em, this is awesome!" I said. "How the hell did you afford something like this?"
"Mom felt guilty for hitting me and when she got paid last week she gave me a double allowance."
"Is she ok about you...us, now?" I asked.
"No. She's pretending I'm 'normal' as she calls it, but she says she wishes she hadn't hurt me. I think this guy she met softened her up a bit."
I smiled and leaned closer to kiss him. "I love the watch. Thank you."
We spent the next couple of hours sprawling on the living room sofa, watching television and cuddling. I couldn't stop thinking about what was going to happen later and I was both excited and nervous. I was actually going to have sex; my stomach fluttered and my dick twitched at the thought, but at the same time I worried I'd fumble about, mess it up, hurt him or something. My dick was a hell of a lot bigger than my fingers.
The television show we had been watching ended and something else started. I was lying on my side now, Embry with his back to me, my arms around him. He edged backwards suddenly, pressing himself harder against me and turning his head to look over his shoulder at me. I brushed my lips against his jaw and slid my hand up from where it rested on his stomach, laying it on his chest instead. His heart was pounding as rapidly as mine was and I kissed him lightly on the mouth, caressing his lips with mine but not deepening it. After a moment he slid away from me, grabbed the remote control to turn the television off and plunged the room into darkness, then slipped his hand into mine and led me to his room without a word.
I was immediately filled with nerves. I was excited and I was as horny as hell, but I was scared too and my hands shook as I unfastened Embry's shirt. We undressed each other slowly and climbed into his bed together, a bed which was at least twice as wide as my tiny bunk. I was only half erect, apprehension temporarily affecting my eagerness. When I drew Embry closer to me, he felt the same way I did, but the minute our lips touched everything else was forgotten. I plunged my tongue into his mouth and felt myself stiffen in a moment, my hard-on bumping against Embry's and making me shiver. He slid his leg over mine, the way he had that day at my house when we were fully dressed and I had longed to know what it would feel like naked. I stroked my hand down his back to his butt and squeezed the firm flesh, holding him tighter against me until he pulled his mouth away from mine, gasping for breath and trembling. He turned his face into my neck, biting gently at first and then harder, his teeth scraping the skin while he rubbed himself against me. I pushed myself up from the mattress, rolling him onto his back and lowering myself onto him. My dick nudged against his, both of them trapped between our stomachs and I groaned with longing. I wanted him so much, I was aching.
He reached out suddenly with one hand, leaning off the side of the bed for something. I took my weight off him and he stretched further, then rolled back, a small tube of something in his hand.
"What's that?" I murmured.
"Lube."
He unscrewed the cap, squeezed a little out and then stroked it onto me, the cool slickness of it making me quiver. I reached down to guide myself, almost holding my breath as I pushed against him. The head of my dick slipped into him and then stopped. It was so tight and he tensed up even more, flinching and whimpering in pain when I tried to move. I pulled out again in alarm.
"Sorry," he whispered.
I touched his face gently. "Maybe we shouldn't do this," I said anxiously.
"No, I want to. Wait..."
He reached out for the lube again, emptied half of the small tube into his hand and reached between us to lather it onto my hard-on until I was covered in it. I tried again, hesitantly, holding my breath as I guided myself into him. I slid in easily an inch or two and then stopped moving. He was more relaxed than before and I didn't feel any resistance. He ran his hands down my back to my butt and pulled me against him slowly. I felt as if he were sucking me into him, deeper and deeper until my body was tight against his and I was inside him as far as I could go.
"Fuck," I hissed.
I had to hold still or I would have lost it there and then. He was so hot and so tight around me and the lube so slippery and I could feel his dick throbbing against my stomach, the end sticky with precum. I pulled back slowly and then thrust forward again and then again.
"Oh, God, yes," Embry groaned, drawing his knees up further either side of me, his hands still on my butt.
I continued fucking him, for maybe another twenty seconds before I lost control of myself and erupted into him, feeling him spurting onto my stomach at the same time. I was panting for breath, my hair sticking to my damp shoulders and Embry was slick with sweat beneath me, his body a furnace only making me hotter. I lifted my weight off him and slid out of him carefully, then rolled onto my side, my arms still around him.
"Are you ok?" I murmured.
"Yeah." He brushed his lips against my neck. "It was amazing."
"I love you, Em," I breathed, glancing at my arm where it rested across his waist. I was still wearing the wristwatch.
"I love you."
We lay there holding each other for a while and then I drew away from him slowly. "Do you want to get a shower?"
"Yeah," he grinned at once. "Let's share it."
I sat up and took off the watch, laying it on my bed table. I had been dying to share a shower with him since the previous week. I slid off the bed, grasped his hand and led him out of the room.