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.
A/N1: My warmest gratitude to: Preetoaka Raven Potter Weasley , BlackDiamonds.32.20.54 , iJeedai, twimama77 , Anon- reviewer
Thank you for reviewing the previous chapter and for supporting me. :)
~CHAPTER THREE~
Week Two
The annoying voice of the news speaker on the television, and the sound of clattering plates, bowls and cups filled the house as Emily scurried around the kitchen, cooking.
Through the window Jared sees that the sky is dark, murky and cloudy as light rain is pouring steadily over the quiet forest. The unusually hot and sunny weather from a week ago is gone, but Jared can't say the same for his problem.
The dreams haven't stopped as he had hoped, just the opposite – they had intensified. It is starting to get almost overwhelming and unbearable. They haven't skipped even a single night. Every time he tries to sleep, every time he closes his eyes those images invade his mind and he hears the same old words that make his gut clench as they leave Paul's lips.
This is the second week since Sam has decided to punish Jacob and Paul for their improper behavior. For almost two weeks now they haven't touched each other except for holding hands. That is the only contact that the two boys are allowed to have and Jared can tell that they aren't wasting the little comfort they are given.
Jacob and Paul have puzzled everybody with their way of handling the problem. The pack had expected that the boys would try to avoid each other, and not meet so often in order not to make their unattainable desires even more painful and torturing, but they had done exactly the opposite. Jacob and Paul are closer than they've ever been before. They are always together, not letting go of each other even for a minute, their fingers always entwined in a loving manner.
Embry and Quil have even made a bet for fifty dollars that either Paul or Jacob won't hold out till the end of the first week and will crawl at Sam's feet, begging him to cancel the order. None of that has happened so far, but that doesn't mean that the deprivation from physical contact doesn't have its effect on them.
Ever since the dreams have started Jared has found himself fascinated and drawn to his friends in a strange, almost disturbing, in his own opinion, way. He watches, observes and thinks over their reactions and actions and he doesn't even realize that he is doing it. Jared is not sure if the others actually notice or pay attention as he does, but he can see that the separation is taking its toll on Jacob and Paul. He sees the little things – the gestures, the looks and the change in behavior and even though he knows that his friends are actually suffering he finds their demeanor rather interesting, fascinating, and in some cases even arousing, despite the fact the he just refuses to admit it to himself.
Jared notices the details that nobody else does – he sees how Jacob growls lowly and his eyes darken with envy and jealousy every time someone touches Paul, even if it is accidentally or completely innocent. He sees how Paul twitches every time Jacob moves around him, how he stares at Jacob's hands with a look of pure longing and aching need.
The first week had been hard for them, but now it just becomes almost torturing and unbearable. The sexual tension between Jacob and Paul is almost physically palpable and so tangible that Jared feels it only by looking from aside, and he can never imagine how it really feels like to want someone so bad and to be unable to have them.
The looks Paul and Jacob share are purely lascivious and brimming with ravenous craving and Jared can feel his own heart speed up, even though he is not actually part of the silent conversation between their dark and filled with yearning eyes. They are practically fucking each other with their eyes and even though Jared refuses to acknowledge the way his body tenses with interest, deep down, at some dark and secluded part of his subconscious he finds it incredibly hot.
It's only him, Paul, Jacob and Emily at the house. They are relaxing and using their free time of the day to have some rest while the rest of the pack - Embry, Sam and Quil- had gone out for patrol.
Jared is sprawled on the huge armchair across from the window, vaguely aware of anything else besides the two boys curled next to each other on the couch. Nobody is watching the TV. Jacob is sitting with his head leaned against the back of the sofa and his eyes closed while Paul is sitting with his legs bent and pressed against his chest, he eyes staring at nothing in particular as he is spacing out, his hand stroking Jacob's absentmindedly and Jared… well Jared is staring at both of them, not really paying attention to anything else.
He can swear that they could make even the simple and innocent gesture of holding hands look sexual and almost sinful. Paul's fingers are curled around Jacob's thumb as he caresses the tip of his imprint's finger with his own thumb, slowly, sensually…softly, and Jared finds his breath slightly catching when Jacob's eyes flutter closed and a low, content and barely audible groan slips past his lips.
"Come on, boys!" Emily's melodic voice echoes from the kitchen and pulls the three boys out of their stupor. "The first dozen is ready! Fresh from the oven!"
Jared flinches slightly in surprise and quickly averts his gaze when Jacob's eyes snap open and Paul sighs and shakes his head slightly as if trying to clear his vision.
"Someone come and pick them up while they are still hot!" Emily urges them on and Jacob groans as he reluctantly untangles his fingers from Paul's and stands up.
"Be right back, baby." Jacob whispers when Paul pouts, a low sigh leaving his plump lips the moment his imprint lets go of his hand.
Jared shifts uncomfortably in the armchair and mentally punches himself when his entire being is filled with the intense urge to kiss away the pout from those succulent lips.
The funny thing is that none of the three of them seems as excited about food and eating as they used to be. Jacob is not running to the kitchen with enthusiasm and Jared and Paul are not fighting and pushing at each other for the baked treats that Emily has made.
It is different now, so much different. They are quiet and seemingly staid but under the calm and restrained facade are boiling so much unattainable and tempting wishes and desires. And even though Jared hates and loathes himself vehemently for it, he can't deny the fact that he is hungering for something else rather than food.
Paul crosses his legs in front of himself and leans against the back of the couch as he sighs faintly in slight annoyance. And Jared's eyes absentmindedly trail the sinuous path of his best friend's taut, slender muscles - from his lean neck and down his tight abs to the narrow, supple hips which Jared has seen jerking and rolling in rapture in his dreams so many times.
"Hey, Jay…Jay….Jared?" A soft but urgent voice tears through his fantasy laced haze. "Earth to Jared? Jared?"
Jared blinks quickly a few times as he rubs his face and finally snaps out of it when Paul waves his hand in front of his eyes.
"Damn, Jay! Where were you?" Paul chuckles lightly as he ruffles the other boy's hair in a playful manner and Jared finds himself blushing furiously in fluster and embarrassment. "You looked like you were a hundred miles away or something!"
"Y-yeah …sorry. I-I was just… thinking…" Jared stutters faintly as he shakes his head harshly, trying to clear his mind and to push down the nagging craving that was trying to corrupt his whole body.
"About what? Rocket Science?"
Yeah, Jared wishes it was Rocket Science. If only Paul knew…. he'd never forgive him, he would hate him for the rest of his life… which wouldn't be that long though, because Jacob would murder him right away the moment he found out.
"Schoolgirls in wet t-shirts?" Paul inquires and cackles as he bounces slightly on his seat when Jared glares at him and flushes even harder.
No…I was thinking about tearing your clothes off and fucking your brains out while Jacob watches.
"Shut up, Paul." Jared mumbles instead and tries to will his blush away but without much success.
"Okay, Emily said that the ones with the whipped cream frosting are with strawberry filling while those with the vanilla cream frosting are with ….lemon cream filling." Jacob says as he returns with a huge plate that is filled with twelve, still steaming and filling the air with mouthwatering flavor, cupcakes.
Paul licks his lips in gleeful anticipation as he inhales deeply the sweet flavor and quickly grabs one of the cupcakes with whipped cream. Jacob just smiles lovingly at his mate's impatience as he takes one too and sits on the couch right next to Paul again.
Jared sighs in relief as he finally is given something to distract himself with, something to focus his attention on instead of the way Paul moves, or licks his lips or breathes or…
Jared shakes his head lightly in order to will away the nagging images that fills his mind and takes a lemon cream cupcake from the plate which Jacob has put on the table in front of the TV.
For a minute or even more there is almost complete silence in the little living room. The only sound being the quiet munching of the boys and the buzzing of the TV set when Jacob is flicking randomly through the channels and huffing in annoyance when he came across something particularly boring.
Jared, surprisingly, doesn't find it hard to focus on his cupcake like he had expected it to be. This time Emily has just outdone herself, because the fresh taste and the amazing flavor flooded and enveloped his senses to the point where he felt slightly lightheaded.
Jared's relief is short lived though, his convenient self deception filled moment ends abruptly the second he hears a barely audible, but content whimper come from his right. His body reacts almost immediately.
He carefully turns his head to the side, forcing himself not to do it too fast in order not to attract the other boys' attention to himself. But the moment he looks at them he understands that his worries are completely unfounded. Neither of the two other boys are looking at him.
Paul is sitting cross legged on the couch, his elbows resting on his knees as he is staring at the TV, hypnotized while "The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack" is playing, and he chuckles lightly with amusement while nursing his cupcake with both of his hands.
Jacob is not looking at the TV though, he is staring at Paul with something between slight confusion and underlying longing, vaguely aware of the cupcake, whose frosting is already staring to leak down his fingers. Jared doesn't dwell on his pack brother's behavior too much. Paul and Jacob stare at each other most of the time so he doesn't find it strange.
That is why for a short moment he thinks that he has just imagined the silent delicious sound, and he is just about to turn his attention back to his cupcake when he hears it again. This time it is louder and the boy's head snaps in the direction of the sound only to find that Paul is the one who is making it.
Jared watches through wide eyes how Paul's moist, pink tongue runs painfully slowly over his seductive lips as Paul dips his index finger into the whipped cream frosting of the cupcake, his eyes still glued to the TV screen with almost childish interest and excitement.
Jared inhales choppily when Paul brings his finger to his wet lips and swirls his tongue around it slowly before he sucks it into his mouth and whimpers contentedly, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment.
Jared bites at his bottom lip as he barely manages to stifle the groan that wants to escape from his tavern. His eyes drift to Jacob unconsciously, and he sees that he isn't the only one watching and appreciating the private show that Paul is providing without even knowing it.
Jacob stands like frozen, the only proof that he is still alive is the irregular raising and falling of his wide, ripped chest as he is eating his imprint up with his eyes. Jacob is completely dead and oblivious to anything that isn't Paul and in this exact moment Jared is sure that a whole army of new born leeches rushing into the room wouldn't make him avert his gaze from his imprint.
Jared flinches slightly when Paul giggles at something on the TV and bounces lightly on the couch. Then he noticed how Paul's tongue slips out and he runs the tip of it over the top of the cupcake, licking off the puffy whipped cream in long, slow and delighted swipes.
Jared is panting harshly now, his cutoffs suddenly becoming too tight and uncomfortable for him as he shifts slightly in the armchair in order to relieve some of the pressure from his crotch, all the while his eyes focused unblinkingly on Paul, who is sitting no more than two meters away from him.
Paul moans faintly as he relishes in the deliciousness of the pastry, and he licks the white cream from his lips and takes a tiny nibble from the nice golden crust of the cupcake, his eyes never leaving the TV screen.
Emily has once said that the boys from the pack are just like little kids – as long as the TV is on and the pictures are moving they are in some kind of trance from which you can't pull them out of unless they had a bucket of cold water poured over them. Jared assumes that the only reason why Paul hasn't noticed what actually is going on around him is that he is completely absorbed by the TV screen.
Jacob inhales deeply through his nose and Jared sees that his hand is clutching at the back of the couch so hard that his knuckles are white. The look in Jacob's dark orbs is scorching and almost creepy. His eyes are focused on Paul in such an intense, heated, lascivious and carnally famished manner that Jared almost shudders just from the fact that he is witnessing it.
Paul sighs delightfully and closes his eyes as he takes a bite from the baked treat in his hands. He chews on it slowly, savoring the taste and flavor, while a soft humming sound vibrates from the back of his throat.
Jared whimpers inwardly, and Jacob groans faintly before sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, a single bead of sweat sliding down the heated skin of his temple and cheek. Jared is pretty sure that if Jacob wasn't restricted by the Alpha order he would have pinned Paul against the couch, torn his clothes into shreds and ravished the boy senselessly right in front of his eyes.
"Mmm…strawberries…" Paul mewls between bites while slurping softly the still hot, sticky and juicy cream from the inside of the cupcake.
Jacob's hand clutches rigidly at the back of the couch even tighter as he leans slowly towards Paul and inhales deeply the flavor filled air – Paul's sweet, enticing and alluring scent mixed with the hot, slightly tart and fresh smell of strawberries. Jacob's nostrils flared a little as he licks his lips slowly, harshly biting his bottom lip before he closed his eyes in silent craving.
By the time Paul has only one bite left, Jared has almost forgot how to breathe, and Jacob's whole body has started shaking with light, barely visible tremors.
"Good morning, Captain!" Flapjack squeals cheerfully from the TV and Paul licks the little drop or strawberry cream that has gathered at the corner of his lips and smiles brightly.
"Boy, the only good thing about mornings is sleeping through 'em."K'nuckles grumbles and Paul giggles with amusement when he stuffs what is left from his cupcake into his mouth.
He lets out a low, long and satisfied moan as he chews the last bite slowly, relishing in its sweetness before finally swallowing it. Paul sucks the index and middle finger of his left hand into his mouth and whimpers faintly while licking the digits of the strawberry cream. His eyes are still glued to the TV when he reaches blindly for another one of the palatable pastries with his right hand.
Jared barely manages to hold back the startled gasp that threatens to leave his throat when Jacob's hand shoots forward with inhuman speed and grabs at Paul's smaller, still a bit sticky from the cream, hand.
Paul flinches slightly as he finally tears his eyes away from the TV and stares at his imprint, surprised. Jared watches how Paul's eyes slowly roam over Jacob's taut and tremulous body, and then hesitantly to the fingers of his free hand that were still sucked into his mouth.
Jacob doesn't say a single word, and Jared didn't dare even breathe while Paul just stared and stared. His eyes slide over Jacob's slightly flushed, sweaty face, and over his tensed and still shaking torso and hands, discerning that he was barely suppressing his arousal. Then his eyes reach the huge, rock hard bulge at the front of his imprint's shorts.
Paul looks between the cupcakes on the table and Jacob a few times before he whimpers quietly around a mouthful of fingers.
Jared sees how Paul's eyes widen with apprehension as the realization about what he has just done finally hits him and his fingers slowly slip from between his plump, moist lips with a tiny pop as a deep, crimson red blush covers his cheeks and creeps down his neck.
"Oh…." Is all that Paul manages while Jacob's eyes shift fervently between his imprint's eyes and lips.
Jacob's forehead scrunches in frustration as the hand holding Paul's starts shaking more violently until he just groans brokenly and pulls away.
"J-Jake?" Paul stutters, his mouth agape at the sudden action.
Jacob rubs his face with both of his hands as he growls through his palms and stands up from the couch angrily.
"Jake, I…. I'm sorry!" Paul barely whispers, his voice soft and shaky. "I swear… I … I didn't know that…"
Paul stands up, his eyes wide with anxiety and guilt as he hesitantly reaches for his imprint, but Jacob pulls away with a jerking movement.
"I didn't mean it….please Jake…. You know I didn't mean it…. I swear that it wasn't…"
Before Paul could finish his fragmented sentence, Jacob groans and heads for the door with urgent, fast strides. Paul stays frozen in his place for a few seconds just watching Jacob's back as the boy leaves the house and slams the door shut behind his back, causing both Paul and Jared to flinch from the sound.
Paul turns to the side and looks at Jared desperately, his big brown eyes brimming with anxiety and confusion as he inhales deeply and bites at his bottom lip.
"I d-didn't mean it, Jay…" He whispers quietly as his eyes drift to the door that has just been slammed shut. "I….I would never do it intentionally… I didn't…want to do this to him…."
Jared just gulps and nods his understanding as he shifts uncomfortably in the armchair, struggling furiously to will away his hard on before Paul had noticed it.
Paul sighs brokenly as he paces for a minute in front of the couch, his earlier apprehension, swelling. Jared's head moves left to right as he follows his best friend's movements as though he was watching a tennis match.
After a minute or less Paul mumbles something to himself as he rubs his face and heads for the door.
The moment Paul leaves the house and closes the door behind his back Jared groans throatily in relief and slides down the armchair as he rubs the straining bulge in his pants. He doesn't know how long he would have managed to take if Paul had started eating another cupcake.
Before he could dwell on what had just happened, Emily walked into the room with a new plate of steaming, sweet-smelling cupcakes.
Jared almost gasps as he cringes, and hurriedly grabs the nearest cushion pillow from the couch and presses it against his crotch in order to hide his erection from her. He realizes that he has pressed the pillow too hard when a pang of pain shoots through his body and he bites at his bottom lip as he hisses quietly.
"Where is everybody?" Emily inquires, a look of confusion on her face as she sees Jacob and Jared's half eaten cupcakes discarded on the table.
Jared just shrugs trying to look nonchalant, while his groin pulses and throbs in pain. He shifts again in the armchair, and breathes deeply through his nose as the aching slowly appeases.
"Who's going to eat everything I made?" Emily exclaims, her face scrunching in disappointment. "I've made two dozens so far and the third is in the oven!"
Jared is just about to speak when cheerful howl echoes from outside the house and Embry and Quil rush in like mad tornadoes.
"I smell cupcakes!" Quil yells as he inhales noisily from the sweet flavored air and smiles like a child during Christmas morning.
"Great! Just what I needed! I am starving!" Embry all but squeals as he grabs a cupcake in each of his hands from the plate on the table, and flops onto the couch with a contented groan.
Jared sees how Emily smiles brightly and her face beams in relief when Quil and Embry start devouring her baked goods without even stopping to take a breath. He is pretty sure that his friends won't let anything be wasted.
TBC