CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The next day I went shopping during the lunch break again. The store I intended to go to was off down a side street away from Forks' main shopping area and I glanced around me cautiously to make sure no one I knew was about before I hurried down there. It would be just my luck to run into someone like Emily or one of my teachers or Charlie Swan, God forbid. He'd probably arrest me. I easily looked eighteen and thought I could get away with going in the shop, but the Chief wouldn't be very impressed to see me going in there when I still hadn't reached my sixteenth birthday.

I was in luck - there wasn't a soul about and there was no one in the 'Love Shack' either. I bought lube and was served by an assistant who reminded me very much of Eugene Bentley. He wrapped the bottle in brown paper and gave me a knowing wink as I paid. I left the store and almost ran into an elderly lady walking down the street, who gave me a horrified look as she edged around me. I smirked to myself and sprinted back to school, then went to put my purchase in my locker for the afternoon, just as Jared appeared.

"What have you got there?" he asked.

"Nothing." I shoved it into the locker quickly and slammed the door.

"Must be something you shouldn't have then," he grinned. "Come on, you can tell me."

"No, I can't. Seriously, you don't want to know." I took the key out of my locker door and pocketed it. Jacob, Embry and Quil appeared a moment later and Jared dropped it. I guessed he was too busy staring at the same thing I was.

That morning the three guys had been wearing their usual clothes - school uniforms, jackets, even scarves with the icy winds that were blowing through Forks at the moment. Even in the morning lessons, we just hadn't noticed. Now Embry was carrying his coat, his tie loose and his shirt sleeves pulled tight around his biceps. When he turned around to open his locker, the fabric was taut across his shoulders. Embry was the skinniest kid out of the five of us, so it made it all the more noticeable. I exchanged glances with Jared and he raised one eyebrow and stepped closer to me again.

"Did you notice that before today?" he asked in a low voice.

"No."

"Better keep an eye on him. I'll call Sam tonight."

Sam instructed both Jared and me to watch Embry for further signs for the time being. Sudden muscle growth was the first indication, then the rise in body temperature. However, even if there was no further development yet, he planned to talk to Embry in a couple of weeks. I was disappointed that it appeared Jacob wasn't going to be next and the secret was only going to become more difficult to keep when Embry joined us.

That weekend there was to be no 'family day' on Sunday. Sam planned to take Emily to a show in Port Angeles on Saturday night and they were staying in an hotel for the night. The minute he told me of their plans I was filled with excitement. I would have the house to myself for a whole night. I still thought I better ask though - knowing Sam he would find out anyway if I didn't.

"Can Jacob stay over?" I blurted out, not looking at him.

"I'm guessing he will whether I say yes or no," Sam said with a grin. "It's fine. We'll be home around noon on Sunday."

"Ok. Thanks." I knew my face was red and I took myself off to my room quickly. I couldn't wait to have Jacob sleep the whole night with me. Remembering Sunday, trying to be quiet with Billy right down the hallway, I grinned to myself. It wouldn't even matter if we were loud. I grabbed my cellphone and called Jacob.

"Hey, Paul." He answered on the second ring.

"Hey. What are you doing Saturday night?"

"Something with you, I hope."

"Sam and Emily are going to Port Angeles over night. I got the house to myself until noon on Sunday. Do you want to stay over?"

"Uh...no, not really," Jacob said.

"Oh." I didn't know what to say. I had thought he'd want to. Maybe he just wasn't ready for that.

"I'm joking!" Jacob snorted a moment later. "You are too easy to wind up."

"Son of a bitch," I growled.

Jacob just laughed some more. I lay down on the bed to talk to him for a while longer, imagining him there next to me. Just a few more days and we would be waking up together.

The rest of the week dragged, but at last Saturday came. I spent the morning over at Jacob's helping him work on the bike. He had a beat up old car in the corner of the workshop too, which he'd told me one of his Dad's friends had let him have, rather than scrap it. He planned to fix it up when he finished the bike and I was more envious than ever.

We went back to Sam's house towards the end of the afternoon. It seemed strangely silent without Sam and Emily there. Emily had left a note on the kitchen table with some money to order takeout. We ordered pizza and lounged on the sofa watching television for a while. I felt stupidly nervous and it was obvious Jacob was too. He was jumpy and didn't seem able to relax. Maybe because we had planned this, rather than it just happening spontaneously.

A movie was just beginning - 'Predator' - and we decided to watch it. I switched the lights off and stretched out on one side on the sofa, pulling Jacob down in front of me. He was so tense and I began to think what we had been planning was probably a bad idea. I slid my arm around him and kissed his neck, then just cuddled him as we started to watch the movie.

Gradually he started to relax and edged backwards so that he was pressed harder against me. My hand was resting on his chest and I could feel his heartbeat slow down a touch. I moved my hand lower to his stomach, pulling his t-shirt up a few inches so I could put my hand underneath. I could feel the outline of his abs, which I thought strange. There was no visible sign of them before and I hadn't felt them when I touched him a week ago. I brushed my lips against his ear and moved my hand to his arm - firm with developing muscles. He shivered slightly and I pulled his hair away from his neck and pressed my lips there, where his neck joined his shoulder.

"Are you ok?" I said softly.

"Yeah." He pulled away from me for a moment, then lay down again facing me. "Sorry. I'm...nervous."

"Don't be." Maybe it was too soon. "I'm not going to do anything you don't want," I said. "More than anything, I just want to have you with me all night; wake up with you."

He smiled suddenly and leaned closer to kiss me lightly on the lips. I slid my arms around him again, my heart beginning to hammer. I felt so much for him; right then, it was almost like the moment I Imprinted. I wasn't aware of anything else around me, only him lying in my arms, looking into my eyes, holding me there like a magnet.

"I love you, Jacob." I was glad I hadn't said it in a text.

He lowered his eyes and turned his face into my neck, his hair brushing my cheek.

"I love you."

It was a faint whisper, his breath warm on my skin as he said it. My heart almost leaped out of my chest. We just lay there holding each other, the movie forgotten. I could have stayed like that all night and not done a thing. After a while though, Jacob drew back a few inches and kissed me, teasing my lips with the tip of his tongue, his nervousness apparently gone and seconds later I was devouring him, plunging my tongue into his mouth, pulling him tighter against me, feeling him growing hard just as I was. He hooked one leg over mine and I rolled over, pinning him beneath me, thrusting my dick against his and wishing our clothes could magically disappear without us having to tear ourselves away from each other and take them off.

I was aching, my balls tight, my heart pounding and I pulled back reluctantly and sat up, grabbing the remote control to turn the television off. Then I got to my feet, grasped Jacob's hand and led him into my room. I closed the door behind us and peeled my t-shirt off. Jacob did the same and I noticed the muscles in his arms flex as he raised them above his head. I stared harder, wondering if he was really filling out or if it was wishful thinking on my part. I reached out and tucked my fingers into the waistband of his jeans, pulling him towards me, kissing him as I began to unfasten the buttons and push the garment down his legs. He stepped out of them and backed away from me, dropping onto the bed. I quickly got rid of my pants and shorts and joined him, kneeling over him while I took his underwear off.

I lay down and slid my arms around him again, holding him close against me as we continued kissing. His erection twitched against my stomach and mine nudged it as I shifted my position slightly. I slid my hand down his back to his butt, pulling him tighter against me for a moment before I slid it between us instead, grasping his dick and stroking my hand up and down it slowly. Jacob rolled onto his back, breaking the kiss, gasping and I bent to kiss and nibble at his chest and stomach as I continued jacking him off.

After a minute I propped myself up a little and reached out to the drawer in the bed table, fumbling it open and pulling the bottle of lube out. It had a pump action dispenser and I squirted some into my hand, lathering it over my fingers. I nudged Jacob's thighs apart with my knee, crouching over him and gently sliding one finger up into him as I continued rubbing and squeezing his dick.

"Oh, God," he groaned, thrusting himself harder into my hand.

I carefully inserted a second finger and slid them in and out in time with my hand moving up and down his shaft. Lube was a hell of a lot better than saliva, I noticed. I tried scissoring my fingers a little, stretching him, watching his face for signs I was causing him pain. There was none; his neck was arched back, his head rolling around on the pillow, arms stretched out as he gripped the edges of the mattress.

My hard-on bumped impatiently against my stomach as I watched Jacob come, panting and groaning loudly as he spurted all over himself. I withdrew my fingers slowly, grabbed a handful of tissues from beside the bed and wiped him clean. Then I lowered my body onto him, resting between his thighs and propping myself up on my elbows. He was still hard and I rubbed my dick against his. He opened his eyes slowly, slid one arm around me and pushed me back a few inches, putting the other hand between us, squeezing me.

I was so incredibly turned on already that the slightest touch had me groaning and the thought that I was between his legs, inches away from fucking him almost made me lose control without actually doing anything. I was still a little nervous, but I wanted him so much. I was just worried I would spoil things; that he wouldn't like it. He had seemed so tense and uncomfortable when we were in the lounge room.

I pulled his hand off me before he made me come and nibbled at his ear. He drew his knees up either side of me and moved his hand down from my back to my butt, pulling me harder against him. Maybe I was just worrying too much.

"Are you sure you want this?" I whispered.

"Yeah," he said without hesitation.

My heart rate sped up and I pulled back a little, reaching for the lube again, filling my hand with it and covering myself in it. It was cool and slippery and I immediately wondered why I hadn't tried it out when I was playing with myself alone; it felt amazing on me. Hesitantly I guided myself to Jacob's tight hole, wondering how, even with the lube, I was going to fit in there. The head slid in and then he sucked his breath in sharply and his muscles tightened up, pushing me back out.

"Sorry," he said softly.

"Shall I stop?"

"No."

I guided myself in again and this time he relaxed under me. I slid forward a couple of inches and held my breath. He was so hot and tight and so slippery from the lube, I knew I wasn't going to last long. I pushed myself deeper and it felt almost as if he were sucking me into him. When I was in all the way, I pulled back a little and then thrust forward more firmly.

"Oh, Jesus," Jacob groaned.

For a second I wondered if I had hurt him, but his head was rolled back, his eyes closed and his face had taken on a look of pure pleasure. Grinning, I thrust harder and he groaned louder, his body beginning to move in time with mine. Nothing had ever felt so incredible and I doubted I would be able to keep going even another minute.

"Open your eyes," I panted. I wanted to see the expression in them when he came.

He looked up slowly and his eyes met mine. They were almost completely black, the pupils so widely dilated they made the dark brown irises virtually disappear. He closed them almost immediately.

"Don't do that...look at me," I repeated.

He opened his eyes again, his cheeks flushing; even that was a turn on to me and I immediately felt myself beginning to lose control. Jacob was right with me, his muscles tightening on me, nails digging into the flesh of my back. As I began to come inside him, I felt his dick, trapped between our stomachs, spurting forcefully. Shuddering, I stopped moving and let myself slip out of him although I stayed where I was, dropping my head forward and pressing my face into his neck, gasping for breath.

Eventually I rolled off him onto my back and slid my arm under his neck to pull him against me. He rested his head against my shoulder, a hand on my chest. His skin was slick with sweat, just as mine was. I turned my head and kissed his cheek.

"Can I get a shower?" he asked after a minute.

"Sure. Want to share?" I grinned.

"Ok."

He pressed closer to me for a second and kissed my neck, then rolled away and got up. I followed him slowly as he headed for the bathroom, a stupid smile plastered to my face. I couldn't even think of a suitable word to describe how I felt - maybe 'besotted' would do it.

We showered together, fooling about with the shower gel and a sponge, lathering and teasing each other until the water ran cold and Jacob leaped out of it with a yelp. I stayed where I was for a few more minutes, relishing the coolness on my hot skin.

"How can you stand there and not even flinch?" Jacob said. "It's freezing."

"Guess I'm just tougher than you," I smirked.

I turned it off at last and grabbed a towel. He still looked more defined to me than usual, but his body temperature certainly hadn't changed. Damn.

We returned to my bed and switched on the television, snuggling together under the quilt while we watched part of 'Predator 2'. Clearly the channel was showing the movies back to back.

Eventually Jacob got up to go to the bathroom.

"Have you got any spare toothbrushes here? I didn't bring one," he said.

"Just use mine, it's the red one," I said absently, forgetting it was currently the only one.

I rolled over and pressed my face into the pillow, breathing in the scent of Jacob. I didn't move until he came back to bed and then I dragged myself to the bathroom, yawning. I had better brush my teeth too, otherwise I'd wake up in the morning with Jacob, kiss him and knock him out with my breath. I grinned to myself, then scrubbed my teeth and emptied my bladder at the same time before I went back to my room and dived into the bed.

Jacob turned away from me and I moulded myself to his back and slid my arms around him, my face in his neck. The worst thing about this weekend was going to be letting him go home again the next day. I never wanted to let him go at all.