Title: Finding a loophole in an Alpha order
Author: Lacrymosa_91
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: Jacob/Paul/Jared; Jacob/Paul
Rating: NC-17 ~ M
Beta-ed by: the wonderful ReluctantOptimist
Declaimer: I do not own any of the recognizable characters, plots or conceptions of Twilight, unfortunately. They belong to Stephenie Meyer.
Summary: Jared learns from first hand that Jacob has amasing talent for finding ways around Alpha orders, especially when he has Paul as motivation.
~CHAPTER TWO~
Week One
Paul is lying on the table, his whole body trashing, convulsing and shaking in lascivious, fervent euphoria as Jacob is thrusting inside of him with vigor, his hips moving in snapping, hard and swift motions, making the table rock and creak harshly.
Paul's moans become more intense, loud and desperate as his imprint's hands grip at his hips and lift his lower body up and off the table. Jacob's thrusts become deeper, more frequent and merciless as the boy in his arms cries out breathlessly with every single buck of his hips.
"G-god, Jake! J-just f-finish me!"
Jacob grins shortly, his wide, muscular chest heaving harshly as he slows down, his hips start moving in fine, sensual, agonizingly slow thrusts as his hands slide over Paul's inner thighs, rubbing the sweaty, heated, luscious flesh with admiration. Jacob's hands force Paul's legs to spread wider, Paul's knees are drawn up, bent and pinned to his chest, the position leaving him completely exposed and vulnerable as his feet rest against Jacob's steel hard, and defined pecs.
"P-please…" Paul whimpers out, eyes shining with frantic desire and scorching need.
Jacob smiles, exposing his pearly white teeth in an almost feral smirk as his hands slide up and down Paul's quivering thighs until his fingers curl around his imprint's ankles. Jacob bows his head slightly as his lips press against Paul's soft heel. Jacob's moist, hot tongue trails the delicate, slender curve of his imprints right foot and Paul gasps, his whole body shuddering as a tickling, tingling sensation runs down his spine.
Jacob hums in appreciation at the other boy's reaction as he sucks his imprint's toe into his mouth making Paul moan in surprise and agitation. Paul's hips buck up harshly, his muscles clenching around Jacob's throbbing, swollen erection in an almost torturously delicious way and they both moan at the raw, lewd sensation.
A low, aberrant growl slips past Jacob's lips as his hips snap forward violently, Paul's legs fall open from the powerful thrust and Jacob grabs at his thighs immediately as Paul chokes on a breathless cry and grips at the edge of the table with shaking hands.
"Jacob!"
"Come on, baby!" Jacob growls as his thrusts gradually become faster, brisker and more feral. "Cum for me, Paul…cum for me, baby!"
"Oh, Jake…J-Jake… I am gonna…"
Paul never manages to finish his erratic, desperate chanting as Jacob rams into him harshly and swiftly one last time, penetrating him completely with a deep, urgent thrust, burring himself inside of Paul's inviting heat to the hilt.
Paul lets out a sound between a sob and whine as his whole body convulses harshly. Spasm after spasm run through Paul's shaking, sweaty frame as his chest wrenches with an ardent cry and he comes violently, his creamy fluids coating his tan, glistening with sweat chest.
Jacob's hands grip at his imprint's hips tightly as he thrusts forward harshly, the movement lifting Paul's already going limp from exhaustion body from the table and making him moan faintly in surprise. Then Jacob's hips come to a complete halt as he sheathes himself inside the scorching, wet heat of his imprint's body and he squeezes his eyes shut at the feeling of Paul's quivering muscles contracting and constricting around him. He groans throatily as the feeling becomes so intense that his shaking legs threaten to give out.
A couple of minutes pass before Paul's heavy eyelashes flutter open and his eyes lock with Jacob's wide, shimmering with passion and affection dark orbs. Paul props himself up on his elbows, his chest still heaving with raspy pants from his mind-blowing release as he stairs at his imprint and lazy, mischievous smile grazes his plump, damp, red lips.
Paul licks his lips in gleeful anticipation as he stares at his imprint intently. His eyes are focused on Jacob, sliding over his flushed face, avid to see his imprint's reaction as he clenches harshly around his straining, aching erection.
Paul watches how Jacob's eyes go wide before he squeezes them shut and chokes on a husky, deep and tortured moan.
"P-Paul…"
Paul bites at his bottom lip and shifts his hips slightly as he clenches around Jacob once again, this time harder as he keeps his hold around the hot, pulsing, rock hard shaft inside of him as long as he can.
"P-Paul…Fuck!" Is all that Jacob manages to groan out. His vision goes blank and his hips snap against Paul's as he comes. Hot, long, tingling waves run through his whole body as he coats Paul's insides with his hot release and a low, lewd moan spills from his lips.
Jared wakes up with a sharp, startled gasp. His whole body shaking and covered in sweat, his chest heaving frantically as deep shuddering pants leave his lips.
"Shit...Shit…Shit" Jared chants through clenched teeth as he rubs his flushed, sweaty face and bangs the back of his head against the headboard repeatedly.
He groans loudly as he shifts uncomfortably in the bed and pushes the covers away. A low frustrated grunt leaving his lips when he stares at his tented boxers and the aching, straining erection standing proudly up and begging to be released.
"Great!" Jared grumbles as he punches the mattress and squeezes his eyes shut. "J-Just great!"
That is for the fourth time this week. The fourth time he has been woken up by that dream.
For four days, ever since he has become a reluctant witness of Jacob and Paul's heated moment Jared has found himself trapped in his imagination's colorful illusions. He doesn't know what has provoked it but now he can barely sleep without having a suggestive dream about his pack brothers being together.
Thousands of emotions have overwhelmed him by now and he feels so confused and frustrated that he doesn't know what to think of himself. Is he sick… perverted…or just crazy?
Having dreams about your friends doing such things can't be right.
It is insane.
At first he had been downrightly shocked and confused. The first time he has had a dream about Jacob and Paul has been in the night right after he had seen them. Jared had assumed that he might had been just affected and excited by what had happened during the day.
He had hoped that it was just a onetime thing, but when the dream had started repeating itself and gradually changing he has realized that the problem is far more serious. It isn't just the table scene now, it changes and evolves and his imagination adds new words, moves and sounds and he can't do anything about it.
The dreams just haunt his mind and he feels as if he is free falling. Jared sinks so deeply into it that he actually feels and experiences what Jacob and Paul are doing to each other. The dream wraps him in, pulls him in deeper, and one minute he is Jacob pinning Paul against the table and pounding into him, and in the other minute, Jared feels as though he is Paul who cries out and arches his back when accepting each powerful thrust.
It is sick, twisted and so intense that he wants to scream in helpless rage and frustration.
Jared is angry. He is angry with himself for having such dreams and being unable to stop or control them and he is angry with Paul and Jacob for doing this to him, for unwillingly caging him in a twisted and lecherous fantasy that he couldn't escape from.
Jared growls low in his throat as he stands up and heads for the bathroom. He needs to calm down and not to panic. He has panicked the first couple of times but now he knows that he just needs to breathe deeply and try not to think about it.
He splashes cold water on his face a few times and sighs deeply as he straightens up and stares at himself in the mirror. Jared scowls when his tired, frustrated reflection greets him and he huffs as he looks away and heads for the shower. His erection is rubbing against the inside of his boxers with every step and the feeling of it is purely teasing and nagging, making him even harder.
Jared removes his boxers as he gets into the shower and turns the water on. For a minute he just stands still, focusing on the feeling of the hot water sliding over his skin, his eyes closed as he breathes deeply, trying to calm down. His hand slides slowly down his muscled chest and stomach and he bites at his bottom lip as his fingers curl around his throbbing shaft.
At first he had been so confused, horrified and ashamed with the whole situation that he hadn't dared to touch himself. But now it's different. For the short time since it all has started he has realized that the sooner he gets rid of it, the better.
A low groan leaves his lips as Jared leans his back against the cool tiled wall and his hand starts to move in a motion that quickly gains speed and pressure.
No hesitating, stalling or fantasizing. He doesn't take it slow or carefully. He just wants to get it over with as fast as possible. He doesn't let himself really enjoy the feeling or relish the pleasant warmth that caresses his whole body and makes him quiver and pant. Jared just wants to get rid of it, to get rid of the uncomfortable proof for his dirty, forbidden and unwanted fantasies.
After a few minutes his thighs start shaking and his eyes squeeze shut even tighter as his chest wrenches harshly. A strangled, husky moan leaves his lips as he comes long and hard. Jared's whole body trembles slightly as he whimpers softly and opens his eyes slowly just in time to see how the water washes away the evidence for his little dirty secret.
TBC