CHAPTER ELEVEN
I was up early on Monday and I walked over to Jacob's house right after breakfast. I had an idea he would probably be trying to think up an excuse not to go to school and he was doing exactly that.
"He's been in the bathroom an hour," Billy told me. "Says he's sick."
"I'll check on him." I went and knocked on the door. "Jacob? You alright?"
He came out immediately and led me into his room, closing the door.
"I'm fine, I just don't feel like going to school. My shoulder still hurts." He avoided my eyes, but I caught them briefly in the mirror and he looked scared.
"Nothing's going to happen," I said. "We've got the same classes all day, I'm not going to be letting you out of my sight."
"Yeah, I guess."
"And if you get detention again, I'll wait outside the theatre until you come out," I added with a grin.
"Hey, you think I'm likely to get detention again?" He began to smile.
"You seem to be in there more than me."
"You're just a bad influence. Alright, I'll go."
I went out to talk to Billy while Jacob sorted out his backpack and put his uniform on, then we set off to the bus stop. Quil and Embry were already there and Jared appeared moments later. Jacob was still nervous and chewed his lip constantly, but as the day wore on it became clear he didn't have anything to worry about. In the morning he and Jared disappeared into the toilets while I was sorting out my locker and Steve who was close by, came to speak to me. He looked extremely wary as if he thought I might bite his head off - literally.
"Paul? Can I have a word?"
"What about?"
"You know what about. I just want to say I'm sorry. Things have been pretty out of control lately. Me and Bobbie shouldn't have done what we did."
"Why did you?"
"Tom thought..."
"Haven't you got minds of your own?" I interrupted. "Tom wasn't even there."
"I know, we were stupid. Anyway, you won't get any more trouble from any of us."
"Even Tom?"
"Yeah. I doubt he'll say anything, but he'll be keeping his distance."
"Good, that's all I want," I said.
"Is...uh..." Steve reddened uncomfortably. "Is Jacob ok? I saw he's at school, so..."
"Yeah, he's ok, no thanks to you."
"I'm sorry," Steve said again and made himself scarce quickly just as Jared and Jacob appeared.
"What did he want?" Jared asked.
"To apologise. He says there's going to be no more trouble from any of them."
"Good, let's hope they stick to it." He lowered his voice as Jacob went to speak to Embry and Quil. "Did you see the news last night?"
"Yeah, usual depressing stuff," I said.
"Interesting story about that wolf."
"Mmm."
Jared grinned suddenly. "Did Sam say anything?"
"No. He knows, though."
"I guess he thought it was in a good cause."
The next lesson was history, my most hated subject. We were still studying World War II and I daydreamed through most of the lesson, thinking about something I intended to do in the lunch break. When the class ended, I told Jacob I had an errand to run and that I'd catch up with him in the food hall. He set off with the other three guys and I headed for the school gates.
Early that morning I had dug out the tin box I kept my savings in and counted what was in there. My Dad had always given me an allowance when he was sober enough to remember or decided that I hadn't done anything sufficiently bad for it to be withheld. I had never spent very much, thinking a day might come when I would need it, so the tin was jammed full of bills which totalled almost four hundred dollars. I had taken a hundred and fifty out, unsure how much I would need and the money was now virtually burning a hole in my pocket.
I hurried down the street into the centre of Forks and stepped into the AT&T store. There were a couple of customers in there, but it was fairly quiet and an assistant came over to me almost immediately.
"May I help you?"
"Yeah, I need a new cellphone," I said.
"Are you looking for a contract or prepaid?"
"Prepaid. I'm not old enough for a contract," I said with a grin.
"Sure, well you can choose from anything on this display here," the assistant said, indicating the wall behind me. "The price tags include twenty dollars worth of credit. I'll leave you to have a look, just let me know if you need some help."
She walked off to speak to someone else and I turned to look at the display. It was easy to choose. Several of the phones were cheap, plastic and very basic and over half of them were way over my budget. That left three in the middle - one pink and two black. The black Sony was a hundred and twenty-nine dollars and included a decent camera and various other functions. I attracted the assistant's attention again.
"I'll take this one," I said. "Any chance I can get it set up ready?"
"No problem. We keep some of the popular models ready to go in the back, I'll get one for you."
Fifteen minutes later I was on my way back to school with the cellphone in my pocket and its accessories in a bag. The phone was charged enough to last about four hours and I had already saved my number in the contacts. I went into the food hall and found Jacob and the others sitting at a table in one corner. They had all finished eating and were just talking and apparently waiting for me. Jacob got up when he saw me and left the table.
"What have you been doing?" he asked, eyeing the AT&T bag curiously.
"I told you, I had an errand. Come with me." We left the hall and went outside the building, stopping in a corner of one of the yards. "I got you something," I said, pulling the phone out of my pocket. Jacob's eyes widened as I put it into his hand.
"You bought this for me? Seriously? You shouldn't have..." He began to grin.
"Well, you need a phone, don't you?"
"Yeah, but..." He stepped closer and kissed my cheek. "Thank you." I slid my arms around him and kissed him again, on the mouth. When I looked up, Tom and Bobbie were walking past us. Both glanced in our direction and then looked away quickly, saying nothing. I pushed Jacob away a little.
"I already put my number in the phone," I said. "Just don't text me in class."
"What makes you think I'd want to?" Jacob grinned.
I gave him the bag now. "The charger and stuff is in here."
Jacob leaned against the wall beside me now and played with the phone until Jared, Embry and Quil suddenly appeared, looking for us.
"Hey, is that new?" Embry asked.
"Yeah, Paul bought it for me," Jacob beamed.
Jared caught my eye and smirked, but Embry and Quil just looked astonished.
The rest of the week passed without incident. We had no more trouble from Tom's gang - they barely even looked in our direction, let alone said or did anything and it seemed that Bobbie's little scare had put an end to it. Every time I thought about it I couldn't help being amused that he had wet himself.
By the weekend Jacob's bruises had virtually all disappeared and his shoulder improved enough to do most things so long as he didn't raise his arm too high or try lifting anything heavy. I spent the whole of Saturday with him, just the two of us. Charlie Swan had driven over to collect Billy and they planned to go to a football game and then spend some time at Charlie's house. Jacob was invited too, but he had declined. I spent part of the day helping him in the workshop where he was rebuilding a motorcycle he'd rescued from a scrap yard.
"Is that ever going to run?" I teased him.
"Sure it will, when I finish with it."
By the middle of the afternoon I'd had enough working on the bike and couldn't keep my hands off Jacob any longer. I grasped the wrench he was holding, took it out of his hand and put it down.
"What are you doing?"
"What I've been dying to do all day." I slid my arms around him and pulled him close to me, planting a kiss on his lips.
"Wait, I need to wash my hands."
There was a sink in the corner of the workshop and he washed up quickly. I went to stand behind him and pulled the elastic band off his hair. He turned around a moment later, wiping his hands dry on his sweatshirt. I rested my hands either side of him on the edge of the sink and pressed my body against his, trapping him there as I bent to kiss him. I knew we wouldn't be getting any interruptions that afternoon. Billy was in Forks, Jared was hanging out with Sam and we had told Embry and Quil we were 'busy'. They had better things to do anyway; Embry had the hots for some girl on the reservation and they planned to go looking for her.
Jacob melted against me, sliding his arms around me as I thrust my tongue into his mouth. I loved kissing him; he turned my bones to water and my head to mush. I raised my hands to run them through his hair, nudging his thighs apart with my knee and grinding myself against him. He was as hard as I was and just as eager from the way he kissed me back and gasped into my mouth. I backed off a few inches, grasped the bottom of his sweatshirt and pulled it up and off, then did the same with my own t-shirt. When I pressed myself against him once more I relished the feel of his skin on mine, his heart thumping under my hand as I ran it over his chest.
I broke the kiss and lowered my head further to brush my lips against his neck, then his throat as he tipped his head back. I bit gently and he groaned, his nails digging into my back. I was filled with excitement and more than a touch of nerves suddenly, which was new to me. Maybe it had something to do with me being so crazy about him. I rested my hands on his waist and drew him away from the sink, edging slowly backwards until I reached the couch in the corner, nibbling at his neck and his ear the whole time. I let go of him for a moment and kicked my boots off before I sat down. Jacob did the same and suddenly we were lying on the couch, me resting half on top of him, my right leg between his, my dick throbbing against his thigh as I began to devour him again.
I dragged my lips away from his and trailed the tip of my tongue down the middle of his chest, stroking my hand lower over his flat stomach to the top of his jeans. He squirmed under my touch, breathing hard and when I glanced up at his face, his eyes were closed and his lower lip trapped between his teeth. I turned my attention back to what I was doing, beginning to unfasten his jeans and edging further down the couch so I could replace my hand on his stomach with my mouth. He was wearing tight grey jersey shorts, the same type he'd been wearing when I watched him dive into the sea when I first moved to La Push. They disguised absolutely nothing and when I ran my fingers lightly over his dick, I could feel through the fabric that he was circumcised, the same as I was. His erection twitched under my hand and he groaned as I stroked it more firmly. My own pants were feeling uncomfortably tight and I paused a moment to unfasten them and relieve some of the pressure, then grasped Jacob's jeans and slowly pulled them off.
I kneeled back on the couch, one leg either side of one of his. I didn't really have an idea of what I was going to do; I was excited and terrified both at the same time and I thought I might come at any moment, even without Jacob laying one finger on me. I ignored it the best I could and turned my attention back to him. I just wanted to explore him all over, kiss him, taste him, make him feel good. I ran my hand up the inside of his thigh and bent forward again, kissing his stomach, nipping at his skin, cupping his balls for a moment and squeezing gently before I pulled his shorts down enough to free his erection and wrapped my hand around it.
Jacob groaned and shifted slightly under me, his body trembling and I had to remind myself no one had ever touched him before. Nor would they in the future, I thought with a smile. In addition, I was about to do something I'd never done before and never imagined I would even want to. I brushed my lips against the head of his dick, then traced the tip of my tongue around it. Jacob's breath hissed out through his teeth and he gripped the edge of the sofa with one hand, his knuckles turning white. I ran my tongue down his shaft and back up again, then captured the end of it in my mouth and sucked gently, trying to keep my teeth out of the way.
"Shit!" Jacob gasped.
I drew more of him into my mouth and slowly began to move my head up and down, following its movement with my hand, squeezing each time I reached the base of his dick. I knew what felt good and it gave me a reasonable idea of how to achieve that. I guessed I was succeeding as Jacob writhed and groaned, trying to thrust himself deeper into my throat. I wasn't quite sure yet that I wanted to go so far as letting him come in my mouth, but there was still something else I wanted to try first. I pulled my head back for a moment and touched my free hand to my tongue, wetting it with saliva, then when I wrapped my lips around him again I slid my hand under him, feeling for the small tight hole, pushing one finger carefully into it. It was tight and so hot, I immediately began to imagine what it would feel like if I fucked him and my dick throbbed fiercely, desperate to try out exactly that.
I slid my finger in further, then drew it back again, continuing to use my mouth and my other hand on him at the same time. I tried a second finger and for a moment his muscles tightened up, preventing it going further in. I hesitated, but then he relaxed again and I slid it into him alongside the first. I could feel the pressure building up in him and I moved faster until his voice suddenly stopped me.
"Oh, God," he gasped. "Ahhh...don't."
I stilled my hands and pulled my head back, thinking he probably didn't like my fingers inside him. Damn.
"You want me to stop?" I asked softly.
"No!" he groaned. "Please!"
I grinned and took him into my mouth again. The base of his dick was pulsing in my hand and I knew he only had seconds left. What the hell; I wasn't going to stop. When he came, I swallowed and found that I actually liked the taste of him. I got up slowly, quickly threw my jeans off and then rested my hands either side of him on the couch, lowering my body onto him until I lay between his thighs, holding my weight up on my elbows. He slid his arms around me and held on tight, panting into my neck.
"God, Paul," he gasped. "I never expected you to do...that."
"What did you think I'd do? Just fuck you and have my own fun?" I said, my lips brushing his ear as I spoke.
"I don't know. Maybe. Do you want to fuck me?"
"Yeah, I want to," I said at once. My dick, still trapped in my shorts, twitched against his stomach. I was aching and I couldn't wait to feel what it was like having those tight muscles squeezing me, but I doubted I had enough saliva to provide sufficient lubrication. "Just not yet," I added. "I want to get hold of some lube or something or I'll just hurt you." I slid off him and lay beside him instead.
He rested his hand on my chest and stroked it slowly downwards. His hand shook slightly as he pulled my shorts down a few inches and then wrapped his fingers around me. My breathing quickened immediately as his hand began to slide up and down, squeezing harder each time he reached the bottom and rubbing his thumb lightly over the head at the end of each upstroke.
"Is this ok?" Jacob whispered in my ear after a minute.
"More than ok. Jesus," I gasped.
He wasn't doing anything different to what I'd done to myself a thousand times, but because it was him, the person I'd wanted so much for such a long time, it was driving me crazy. I knew I probably wouldn't even last as long as he had, especially since I'd already had the pleasure of touching him, tasting him, hearing him gasp and groan, all of it turning me on beyond belief. I was lying on my back, one arm around him as he rested on his side and when I came it spurted all over my stomach and chest and Jacob kept on pumping me until he'd squeezed every drop out of me and the sensation was too overpowering for me to stand it any more. Panting, I pulled my shorts off completely and used them to wipe myself clean, then dropped them on the floor and turned onto my side to face Jacob. His eyes were half closed and he glanced up at me through his long lashes almost shyly. I lifted my hand to touch his face and kissed him softly, breathlessly.
I was in love with him; there was absolutely no question about it and I knew I would have been even without the Imprint. He was everything I'd ever wanted and I was overwhelmed that he seemed to want me just as much.