I decided to have the Edward Jacob scene occur in flashback, it fits in a little better in my opinion.

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2. If you talk too much my head will explode...


"And here I dreamt I was a soldier

And I marched the streets of Birkenau

And I recall in spring

The perfume that the air would bring

To the indolent town

Where the barkers call the moon down

The carnival was ringing loudly now

And just to lay with you

There's nothing that I wouldn't do

Save lay my rifle down…"

~ The Decemberists, Here I Dreamt I Was An Architect

X~X~X


He saw me look and we locked eyes. He's gorgeous, he too beautiful. Wow, why was he even here anymore? He should leave, oh he was stuck here. He was glued to the seat, the audience applauded and the man sat down on the long piano bench.

Jacob decided to be brave and stood again. He had to lean over an eager female admirer for a view of the young pianist. The woman had a dreamy look on her face, and a blush splattered across her ugly freckled cheeks. Her huge fake hair did nothing but irritate him further as she leaned when ever he leaned, only obscuring his own view of the Cullen man once again. She sighed and came to sit down normally in her chair again, a scowl came to paint Jacob's face, the man was only a piano player and the way the place reacted made him out to be some kind of rock star.

"Thank you.", Cullen leaned into the microphone poised above the black piano.

Jacob nearly swooned himself, and his back ached from the odd angle he was forced to hold to see the man on stage, it was well worth it to hold a face to that voice. His voice was very soft and melodic. Could one describe a voice as smooth, as sleek, as penetrating, and sensual too? This seemed to be very true at the moment. He was flying as he had before when the man first graced the stage moments before. He felt fuzzy all over, and in one instant he wanted to know everything about the man, his entire life story. Was he a righty or a lefty, did he have any other hobbies, what did he eat, where did he live, was he g-… one of his kind?

"I haven't even played yet…but thank you for the ah-- standing ovation anyways." the soft seductive voice of Edward Cullen drawled out to the people.

A few people chuckled, mostly smiles though. Jacob smiled a bit too.

The man ran a hand through his brown hair. A smile came to his face.

"As you know I am Edward Cullen, I play classical piano music and I wrote my own pieces. So I-" he paused to think, "I guess tonight I will be playing, Nocturne In E-Flat, Op. 9, No. 2." He dug in his pocket for a moment and brought out folded pieces of paper

He sat back up right as if a rod hand suddenly replaced his curved spine. His fingers graced the keys and they made a soft noise that filled the room with a quiet kind of sweetness. The notes folded out in a variety, they were not rushed and took to a slow tune. The sound of each note echoed in his head. It seemed to repeat and slower, then a little faster. The notes fanned outwards and Jacob felt sleepy, dreamy even. The melody was hypnotic but not over to overwhelming. He hit the keys a soft flurry of sound that resounding perfectly again and again.

Then nothing.

The man stood up, taking a step from the piano. The crowd was suddenly jarred out of sleepy state and clapped, but not thunderously, more so polite and respectful. Edward Cullen stood tall and seemed pleased with his own performance. He gave a short bow to the people and murmured his thanks. The announcer stepped onto the stage looking extremely merry. He swung an arm around the taller man's shoulders causing Edward to hunch slightly to accommodate the announcer next to him.

"Once again, lets hear it for Edward Cullen."

The Edward still remained pleasant looking.

His eyes skimmed the crowd. It ran back and fourth searching, for something. Jacob stayed as he was, eager to fall under the Cullen's hypnotic gaze. Edward's eyes locked with his, and Jacob was trapped inside an intense trap. He felt like a coil slowly being undone by nimble fingers.

The man smiled at him, and Jacob broke the eye contact blushing. Jacob, out nervous habit, grabbed his wrist through the long sleeves of his coat.

His heart sped up again.

Oh god what was this?

~x~

He should've known better than to stay out late with Billy constant surveillance, but a quick call from Paul saying that he would be spending the night over at the Uley's fixed most of it, for now anyways. He was being utterly foolish, waiting for a man who'd only smiled at him briefly. He felt like a moron.

He waited about a half hour in the fall night's chill. He leaned against the back wall waiting for the backdoor of the café to open and the handsome pianist to walk out. He rocked on the back of his feet. He began to jig nervously and had doubts about this.

So I see him then what?, he thought. Why would he want a boy like Jacob. He felt disgusted, he pulled his jacket tighter to his chest. His arms were scrawny looking and his wrist were littered with cuts, he was developing circles under his eyes and was just a twinge under weight. He didn't consider himself very attractive at the moment.

This was a dumb idea.

Jacob made haste to the front of the cafe and was about to wander into the nearby shop-mart. He needed their payphone to contact James to get him or something... He knew James loathe giving him rides and he'd probably have to perform some kind of lewd act in the car, not that he minded, but he could not under any circumstance call the Uley or even his own household at the moment. Paul did not lack a cell phone, unlike Jacob, but Paul never seemed to answer the dammed thing. Jacob's empty practically pockets didn't help anything either, not like he could call a cab and pay for it. The quarter phone call was he seemed to have enough money for at the moment.

He neared the front doors and was about to walk past the entrance.

"Hey-! Wait a second!"

Jacob tensed at the voice. He turned around slowly to only see the young pianist walking quickly towards him. He was illuminated in the darkness by the street lamps and appeared to look more unearthly than he had previously appeared on the stage. His face was covered in a pink undertone as he smiled with a hint of uncertainty to it. He looked a little nervous.

He straightened his black tie, and kicked the ground, fermenting dirt to rise. The jeans he wore were slightly faded and the white shirt he wore was no longer tucked neatly into his pants. Despite how neat he appeared on the surface, the shirt did not appear to be ironed and his shoes, which were fancy looking, were just a little worn.

The man pursed his lips slightly.

"Edward."

"Huh?" Jacob responded.

The Cullen flushed lightly, "My name its Edward Cullen, you already knew that, but yes that is my name."

He lifted a hand behind his head and took a closer step towards Jacob's shorter figure. He seemed to loom over the boy much like James or Paul would, but his stance was more relaxed and carried more sensuality and calm than Paul or James ever had. However, he seemed more uncertain about his approach than the two. Jacob tilted his head to the side, giving what he hoped was an inviting smile.

"My name is Jacob."

Jacob took a confident step forward to the taller man. He didn't give a last name, but he couldn't under stand the point of doing so. This was a one time thing, he'd never heard of an Edward Cullen before, and if he was lucky enough the man was just a passer by.

The looked as if he had something to say, as his body stiffened and tensed. Edward did not appear to be taking the initiative, so Jacob did. He took another bold step towards Edward and placed a hand on his cheek.

"Do you live nearby?" he said in a low voice.

Edward frowned slightly. Jacob didn't know whether he'd been to forward with the stranger, but he refused to back down.

He placed a sensual kiss to Edwards lips, and had to lean up to do so. Their lips met and Jacob was met with initially no response, until a tongue brushed against his lips asking him to open. He complied, eager to let the man take control of the kiss. Their tongues battled reverently and Jacob moaned at the sensation of the older man's tongue touching the roof of his mouth. He threw his arms awkwardly around Edward's neck as Edward placed his hands on his hips to steady him.

The euphoric ecstasy of the kiss was sudden broken when Edward pulled away.

"Two blocks down."

~x~

The pair of them practically ran all the way to the motel Edward was staying in. The man all but slammed the door and pushed the boy against the wall in a lustful state. Jacob could feel the hardness of the man pressed so readily into his thigh and the thought that he would get to touch it, feel it, stroke it, have it do amazing things to him filled him with even more pleasure. He hadn't felt this way in while, he hadn't been eager for James' recently or the touches or even less known strangers. He was in a rush of uncontrollable passion that was going to spill all over him if he couldn't express it fully.

Edward nearly tore off his stupid Jacket, he unzipped and tossed it aside.

Jacob began rubbing himself against the between his legs, eager for friction. Edward moaned and sucked on his neck, nibbling as he went along. He began to tug up the boy's shirt when he stopped suddenly and pulled away. Jacob groaned, he hadn't even gotten to take off his shirt. His aching erection pulled painfully at his pants and he could see Edward was no better.

The man panted, but made an easily seen effort to travel to the light switch.

The lights were on and Jacob's libido hadn't quit. The yellow-orange light didn't ruin Edward's beauty. But then again at this point Jacob just needed it bad now.

Edward dragged the small chair away from the coffee table. He put about three feet from Jacob's waiting body. He sat in it looked at the boy with hungry eyes.

"Take off your shirt."

He said.

Jacob was about to just whip it off.

"No slower." Edward said.

Jacob rolled his hips to side for a sexy affect, and tossed his shirt off to the floor.

"You don't need to do that."

Jacob stared at the man sitting in the chair. Edward's gaze was intense and dark. His gaze held hunger and an intense want that Jacob had never seen before. His heart sped up sporadically. He didn't know what to do if Edward didn't tell him what he wanted. He was getting desperate.

"What should I do." he said then.

"Just take off your pants, don't try so hard."

Jacob flushed and undid his belt buckle, it was his silver one on the black strip of leather. He decided not to take the belt out and just opted for unzipping his fly. He felt even more nervous and began to wander into the mindset of a blushing young virgin. He felt the urge to ask, whether this was okay, was he doing it right. He wanted to scoff but when he looked from his hands to Edward he was losing confidence. Was he still trying to hard, he just wanted Edward to touch him. He just wanted to have Edward be inside him and make him feel things he could never feel on a normal basis.

He pushed his pants down and all that was left was a straining pair of checkered boxers. They were the red ones he'd bought for himself awhile back, he enjoy the feel of the thin cotton material against him.

He placed his fingers on the waist band.

"Stop."

His finger were shaking, was he doing something wrong?

"Come here."

The man beckoned him to take a step or two forward. He stood between Edward's spread knees.

"Let me take them off." , he said looking up at Jacob.

He placed his hand just above the edge of the waist band.

"I know you've done this before, but I want to make you feel good."

He placed his thumbs right above the line and stroked softly. He pulled them down and Jacob suddenly felt self conscious. Edward didn't waver as he allowed the boxers to drop down past the boy's knees. He could clearly be seen now.

Jacob felt the urge to cover up as Edward only looked. He pulled his knees in slightly and moved his hand over his penis.

"Don't look at it."

He looked away., with a dark blush over his face in the pale yellow-orange light.

Edward laughed and moved his hands away.

"Let me see you."

He reached out and touched Jacob, and the boy gasped at the sudden contact.

"It's fine, doesn't it feel good?"

He grabbed hold of Jacobs wrist and brought them to his face now.

"You have such beautiful skin, don't ruin it so much."

He ran a tongue along a fresher looking mark.

He pulled the boy to him as close as possible from their positions and stood suddenly, pressing his clothed body against his naked one.

He grabbed the boy's chin, "Have you ever been made love to before?"

Jacob couldn't answer.

"Close your eyes." Edward said softly.

He shut them.

And Jacob fell into the tight lip lock after a brief moment of silence.


~x~x~x~x~x~x~


Two weeks passed on and Jacob spent most of the time sleeping over at the Uley's, he didn't feel like being alone in his room with thoughts. He refused to deal with the ideas of his night with Edward and how different it was compared to anytime he'd ever had with anyone. How could doing the same actions the same thing be so much more detailed, it left him without any words to describe. He went on a sensory journey they caressed the limits of human knowledge to understand. He wanted to shout about what passed between him and the man. Who could he tell, who would listen. Jacob moved his head to accommodate himself more. Edward was so strange from the normal.

Normal however was son going to happen anytime soon though, Halloween had come to pass in silence as there weren't too many young kids in Forks or La Push. Thanks giving would come soon and with it hi sisters would come home. Rachel and her fiancé were coming down for that week and his other sister, Rebecca would be livid about having to come back to her little home town. He could try to get out dinner again by going out with Paul that night, but he'd doubt after all that happened with Billy, he'd get to. Besides Billy trying to fill in the role of concerned parent was beginning to grate his nerves. He kept trying to corner him and have a 'talk' as of late.

Jacob didn't need to have a talk to.

Jacob observed the form laid above him, it was the specimen of a man.

James was a good lover, he himself had personal experience of James' skills. He and James knew each others wants as far as sex wise. He knew James' body, every curve, pinch, and wonder it held, and James in turn knew his. He felt good right now, he felt very safe with the older man. This was how he should've felt, James was his first, but not his only. There were others at first, but the sense of safety still remained here in small gloomy apartment the married man shared with his wife.

He liked Paul too, their closeness provided him with some who would listen to his wants, and bouts. He let go in Paul, he could be candid. He knew that there was some affection, but no love. Nope, none at all. He was okay though, he didn't James to love him, he just needed James inside him to touch him, he wanted to feel nothing for him. He was fine, he didn't mind Paul sometimes holding him after they fucked, it was just alright he didn't care that Paul walked to house everyday, even in the rain, without an umbrella. It would be fine, he didn't need or deserve that kind of tenderness.

He held James close. James just snored louder above him and shifted slightly. Jacob looked over at the window, it was still so bright out. James wasn't working today so he'd taken Tuesday off, and Jacob figured why look a gift horse in the mouth and decided to skip. Paul got a little annoyed but a quick hand job before the homeroom bell changed that.

He walked right out the doors of school, no one sought to stop him. Despite all the stares, disapproving looks, and concerned glances from the staff in the end they all did nothing to stop him, they probably called Billy. He frowned, what did it matter. He wasn't home enough for Billy to really do anything in the first place. He grimaced at the tongue lashing Billy would give upon his return.

The school didn't care about the well being of its students despite the calls to home and parent teacher conferences. The building was merely a holding pen where people could choose to obey or break away from entirely. The most docile of students were rewarded with good grades and kind commentary. Those who did not were met with disapproving looks and even sadder parents. Some parents just didn't care though.

He slipped his hand between them and stroked James's chest. His skin was rougher compared to Edward's smooth shaven chest. Everything about Edward was set in stone. When the last time he'd been looked at,… never. He wasn't in a relationship, he wasn't in love either, he just wanted something now. After being with Edward he knew James wasn't the same.

James stirred and opened his eyes.

"What's wrong with you now?"

He shook his head as James pushed off him with a yawn.

"Nothing."

James didn't care enough to question anymore and Jacob didn't have anything to say.


~x~x~x~x~x~x~


James left the crappy apartment after stealing the keys to Victoria's car. He'd done this plenty of times the scratches on his arms showed how willing his lovely wife was to share. A few broken bottles and angry shoves later, Victoria was on the floor and he was long gone. He remembered a time when he and Victoria were young and in love, a time when they could scarcely ever want to be separated. Now they tried to avoid each other like the plague. They each had distractions and things to do. Jacob was a decent distraction for the very least. The boy was good enough, when he wasn't busy. Ah family life, James never regretted leaving home after viewing how pathetic he could've turned out. Don't get him wrong, he liked the kid but just didn't really want him either.

He hopped into the green car and sped off, leaving his cell behind for the day.

---

The café was small place located on the edge of La Push, near several stores in Forks. It wasn't on the main road but was close enough for both locals to walk or drive down to. The place wasn't large having perhaps to seat maybe ten tables and a small lumpy sofa. There was no internet, and the walls were a neutral looking tan color and the counter were a slate gray. There were two registers, but only one ever seemed to work

James preferred his coffee black, but enjoyed annoying the little barista with faking indecision. Paul, consequently, was that little barista. Jacob, his best friend, lover interest whatever, hadn't a clue he'd had the job an James hadn't a clue how the bulky and intimidating boy was hired in the first place. He just glared at most of the customers and those who did approach were blushing women who didn't know the boy ran on the line of faggotry. James almost burst out laughing every time he'd seen the looks Paul cast the other boy whenever Jake would show up and get a few 'products.'

James was a home grown enterprise. He knew people, who in turn knew people. He could spot decent deal when he saw one, and sniff out a snitch like the hunter he was. Taking a part bodies at the morgue only got so much money, so it was nice to have a side business.

He looked into Paul's eyes and smiled even more broadly, times were good.

"On second thought I'll just take a coffee, black. You can toss the muffin too." James said smugly.

Paul crushed the bagged muffin and stomped to the trash can behind the country with an audible growl. The top of the trashcan's lid spun with the force as the coffee left a long trail in the plastic bag and the now crushed blueberry muffin in the bag followed it. James watch the lid spin around twice.

"Working out aren't you? Unrequited love getting you down kid?" James said malicious cruelty.

Paul looked livid but manage to hold it in. He got the cup and filled with coffee and James put on a shit-eating grin.

"Would you like anything else?" Paul grumbled.

"Nope, this will be fine kid." James drawled.

"$1.97 then."

James slipped him two dollars from his pocket.

"Keep the change." he said with a barking laugh.

Paul's knuckles cracked.

"Thank you, sir."

James snickered to himself. Such a stupid kid. He wasn't looking and walked into a slightly taller figure. He nearly spilt his coffee on himself.

"Watch where the fuck you're-" he began but was cut off by a steely topaz gaze.

"James." the velvety voice said.

"Edward." James said bitterly.

The stupid bastard decided to come on 'home'. The good doctor Carlisle's dashing son who'd was so destined to be a success. That bastard doctor, Carlisle Cullen. Him and his bitch of a wife Esme. He shuddered at remember their pitying looks and disgustingly warm smiles.

"Hello James, you're still as rude as I remember."

James narrowed his eyes and shoved past the bastard.

He made haste to door but not before Edward calling out;

"I'll be seeing you around Jamie!"


~x~x~x~x~x~x~


Billy drove him up to the hospital, the smell of urine and warm mushy food assaulted his nostrils It was so bad he felt like gagging once inside. He could nearly taste the food sliding haphazardly and slowly down his throat. He hated hospitals, the long hallways that wound into a white walled maze of fluorescent lights and people dressed the same. He watched an old gentleman sit down in one of the waiting room chairs. He had only one leg and his lips were glued in a tight frown. His graying eyebrows and sullen eyes bore into his briefly before the old man was whisked off by a grim looking boy. A few other persons took to staring or glaring at him. Ugg, angry hospital patients, just what he wanted.

Jacob debated a moment on whether or not to push Billy's wheel chair but decided once they got to the place, he might as well. It'd been a while since he'd grabbed the soft rubber handles of Billy's brown wheel chair, he didn't miss the feeling of helping out his father with his handicap, but did not find it disagreeable either. He liked the ridges used for the grips in the handles and he enjoyed pulling the wheeled object to a stop. He pulled Billy in front of the desk where a receptionist winding her gum around her finger sat. He was sure the woman would have been mildly attractive if he was interested. Her skin was pale and created a contrast to her pretty blonde hair and beautiful golden eyes. She pursed her lush lips and frowned even further if possible.

"Who are you here to see?" she said in a annoyed but equally beautiful voice.

A man groaned and walked behind us sitting in one many chairs. He made loud spectacle and held his stomach. The receptionist ignored the man's cries and groans.

"We're here to see a Dr. Carlisle Cullen." His father said looking at the young woman with manicured red nails, sitting behind the long curved blue desk. She popped her gum in a noisy fashion as her nails clicked on the keys in quick display on skill and memorization as she seemed to stare anywhere but the computer screen.

Cullen, where had he heard that before?

Jacob took note of her name tag, Rosalie Cullen. He raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything.

"He's ready to see you now."

She said.

She blew another bubble and pointed to the left.

"Take this hall down and make a right at the end of the hall. Then on your left, two doors down, is his office."

Billy nodded, and Jacob was quick to wheel in the given direction.

~x~

The girl directions were completely accurate, and the Dr. Cullen answered the door before they could even open it.

"Don't worry about it, I'll see you at home."

The doctor's voice was mature and soothing, it was like a warm blanket enveloping him. From the back the doctor's hair was the same shade of blonde as the receptionist, who he figured was his daughter or something. He gestured for who ever was in his office to step out. He turned around fully and smiled as he locked eyes with Billy Black. His eyes were the same shade of gold as the daughter's as well apparently.

He shook Jacob's father's hand.

"Oh, hello Mr. Black, I apologize for not readily being in my office at the moment." He gave what could be described as a blinding smile from perfectly straightened and perfectly white teeth. He inclined his head towards Jacob.

"And this must be the young Jacob you've mentioned to me previously. I am Doctor Carlisle Cullen, I hope to-"

"I can't leave if you are going to have a meet and greet in your doorway dad."

Oh no, please God, no.

Jacob recognized the voice, he began to put everything together. Edward Cullen, Carlisle Cullen, even the receptionist Rosalie Cullen! They were related…so if Rosalie was most like the doctor's daughter then-

"Billy, Jacob, this is my son Edward. He's returned from overseas for a while. He's almost as old as me now! Twenty-six now, they grow up so fast…And yours Billy sweet sixteen right, no that expression is reserved for daughter right?"

Edward leaned out and his eyes widened like saucers as clear recognition went through his eyes.

Jacob tightened his grip on Billy's chair handles and sighed .

Figures.



Coming up: Paul-ness a trip to the emergency room, and a very unhappy thanksgiving. Some Edward musing and a more James. The beginning of winter stage as well.

*sigh* I hope everyone enjoyed it. I'm hoping to get the next one out even quicker. Hopefully the next one will touch base more on more of Jacob's issues rather than events. Anyway, at this point I'm trying to get that rock rolling down the hill. I'm trying to take my sweet ass time though. _ Also the next few chapter are going to be slow cause like I said, hoping to touch base with more Jacob-issues.

Figures, I was hoping to wrap this up by the end of June, seems I won't be able to at this pace *scratches leg with pencil*.

Thank you for reading.

Review are welcome.