A/N: I got really carried away writing this chapter. it's at least a 1000 words longer than the first two. Finally the teasing has been reduced and the real story is getting started. I know this is going slowly, but I want this to have a plot as well so just try and hang on. Thanks for putting up with this all the way to chapter 3 btw haha

Warning(s): Sex (the gay kind), occasional underage drinking, swearing, some OOC.

Daniel's POV

There was only an hour left until I was supposed to be meeting everyone on the beach, but I had one small problem. I had no way of getting there. Edward refused to go anywhere near La Push for some reason, and since Bella was spending all her time with him she couldn't take me either. My mom had been invited out to dinner by some new work friends and Charlie was working night shift, so that was both of them out.

I was pacing my room worriedly, trying to think of some way to get there, when a small *beep* from my laptop told me I had a Facebook message. It was Michael asking if I needed a lift. I muttered a quick 'thank you God' then typed out a very grateful reply. Fifteen minutes later Michael's sister Angela pulled up outside the house beeping her horn, with Michael waving out the window for me to hurry up. I snatched up my favourite hoodie and ran down the stairs and out the house, so eager to get going I didn't even realise I'd left my phone lying on my bedside cabinet.

Michael and Angela were both naturally quiet people, so there wasn't a lot of talking on the ride there. That suited me just fine, since I needed to get mentally prepared for this. I have trouble with large crowds of people. I end up too nervous to speak, and if anyone happens to speak to me I have a miniature heart attack. It usually takes about an hour for me to get enough confidence to talk, and even then I end up acting like an idiot and embarrassing myself.

"We're here." Angela said cheerfully, pulling to a stop and smiling at us. I glanced out the window and saw that we were at the edge of a small car park. There was a dirt trail leading down to the beach, where six bench like logs had been set up around a large bonfire, and a barbecue was lit just next to it. There was already plenty of people there, which immediately had me taking deep breaths. "Have fun." Angela continued. "I'll be back to pick you boys up about eleven."

We thanked her quickly and hopped out of the car. She drove away and we started down the dirt trail towards the fire. We had just reached the beach when a figure detached itself from the fire and ran over to us.

"Hey guys!" Ashley called out, wrapping her arms around our shoulders and pulling us over to the bonfire. "I think your the last ones to arrive." She laughed as we reached the rest of them. A couple of people glanced over at us before going back to their conversations. "Hey, look. That guy over there's Seth. You know the one Sarah-" I stopped paying attention to her after that, because sitting right next to the surprisingly cute Seth was Jacob Black.

He was listening to what one of his, also cute, friends was saying, his head turned away from me. I could see a small smile on his face, and the light of the fire made him look like a super-model posing for a shot. Ashley pulled me over to a log and pushed a cold can into my hand. I glanced from her to Jacob, with her chattering away nearly constantly. Luckily Ashley just liked to talk, you didn't actually have to listen to her. I looked away from her to look at Jacob, looked at her, then looked back to find myself staring into those dark eyes.

I had the sudden feeling of being a rabbit that had just seen a predator. But in a good way. It was like he was staring straight into me, searching through my soul. It was just like this morning, I couldn't look away. And I didn't want to.

"-eat?" I heard, and suddenly realised that I was being spoken too. I turned my head away and saw Ashley giving me a strange look. "I said, do you want to get something to eat?" She repeated, still giving me that strange look.

"Sure." I said quickly, my voice grating slightly from nerves. We got up and walked over to the barbecue, where yet another hot Native boy was frying burgers. He handed us one each with a flash of pearly teeth that went straight to my libido, then we turned and started back to our seats slowly. I glanced over at where Jacob was sitting. Or at least were he had been sitting, his space was empty.

"Kinda hard to keep it a secret with this many hot boys around, huh?" Ashley muttered, startlingly close to my ear. I gaped at her for a second, my throat closing up. Then I sighed and shrugged half-heartedly.

"I guess it's pretty obvious." I said as we sat down. I sounded calm, but my heart was sinking down to the level of my feet. The last school I had been at was filled with homophobes, some of them pretty violent. So far I'd had no reason to think this school was any different.

"Only to people with eyes." Ashley laughed. "You've been eyeing up Jacob for the past half an hour. Still, at least you have good taste." She smiled at me and I smiled back, a dim feeling of hope coming back. Ashley didn't seem bothered that I was gay...

"Well that's a battle that's lost before its started." I said. "He's in love with my cousin, remember?"

"Then whys he been eyeing you up for the past half an hour?" She asked, still smiling. "Maybe he's-" Suddenlyshe broke off and stared at something over my shoulder for a second, then her eyes flicked back to my face. "Listen, I'm gonna get another drink. I'll be back in a minute." She said quickly, then got up and left before I had a chance to say anything, and after a moment of surprise I turned to see what she had seen.

There was nothing there that would explain her weird reaction, so I turned round to see where she had gone. I nearly fell backwards when I realised that Jacob had appeared out of nowhere right next to me. I would have fallen back anyway if a large, strong and surprisingly warm hand hadn't grabbed my arm and pulled me upright.

"Hey, you must be Daniel." Jacob said, in a voice that bypassed my brain and went straight to my cock.

"Um...yeah, t-that's me." I said, staring at him in shock. Where the hell had he come from? Why was he talking to me? And was he still holding onto my arm? Yes. Yes he was. In fact his thumb was starting to move in slow circles over sleeve, pushing the fabric up so he was stroking my skin. I glanced at the movement automatically, and he let go. As soon as he did I suddenly missed the feeling.

"Sorry." He said, while I wondered if he would take my arm again if I pretended to fall back. "Did you just move here?" He continued, still staring at me.

"Y-yeah." I replied, trying to focus. "Just down the road from Bella." As soon as I mentioned her I remembered what Ashley had said about her, Jacob and Edward. I checked his expression, but he didn't even seem to notice. He was still completely focused on me. "Didn't you give her that truck?" I asked quickly, trying to extend the conversation.

"Yeah, I fixed it up but I didn't need it so..." He shrugged.

"You've got your own car then?" I guessed, suddenly realising how much older than me he must be. He looked like he was at least nineteen. Why would someone like him be talking to me? Probably had something to do with Bella. I felt a momentary stab of jealousy towards my cousin.

"Yeah, a VW Rabbit. I fixed that up too. I love working with cars, and driving them." He smiled and my heart started doing back-flips. I mentally slapped myself on the back of the head and repeated 'too old, too old, too old' in my mind.

"How old are you anyway" I asked, trying to make it sound casual. I failed.

"Sixteen, seventeen in a few months." I stared at him. Was he making fun of me?

"No, seriously. How old are you?" I repeated. He smiled, obviously he had been expecting me to react like this.

"No, seriously. I'm sixteen." He flashed that pearly smile again and I tried not to blush. Probably couldn't anyway, since all the blood was rushing south. "What about you?"

"Fifteen, are you honestly sixteen?" I asked, letting my disbelief into my tone. He laughed and the back-flips my heart was doing became a full olympic routine.

"We grow up fast round here." He said, gesturing at the group of guys on the other side of the bonfire. I glanced over at them and saw they were all hot. Although on the list of hot guys I was compiling in my head Jacob was on his own list.

"Steroids in the water supply?" I guessed, seizing the chance to stare at Jacob's body from close quarters. A second after I spoke I realised I was having none of the trouble I usually had talking to people. Jacob was just...really easy to talk too.

"Not exactly." He grinned. There was a moment of silence, but I had already noticed something else to talk about.

"How come some of you have got that tattoo?" I asked, nodding at his arm, then over at his friends. Too be honest I was paying more attention to the muscle beneath the tattoo.

"Oh. That's sort of a...club thing." He said hesitantly. "You know, this group of us that sort of...hang out, and stuff..." He shifted uncomfortably, although I couldn't see why.

"Oh, so you're in a gang?" I said, trying to sound like I was impressed. In my experience gangs weren't exactly gay-friendly. "Cool."

"It's not exactly a gang..." He said, still shifting around. It looked like he was genuinely uncomfortable.

"Are you okay?" I asked, when he started tugging at the collar of his shirt.

"Yeah. I'm just too hot." He said, rolling his shoulders and making the muscles in his back press against the fabric of his shirt.

"Yes you are." I muttered under my breath, taking a drink of cola to cover it up. Then I choked and nearly spat it back out. "How long have we been talking?" I asked the air irritably. "This has gone warm."

"I'll get you another one." Jacob said immediately, then left before I could say it was alright. I followed him with my eyes as he walked round to where his friends were sitting with a cooler. He bent over to search through it and all my troubles went away... I swear he wasn't wearing anything under those shorts.

He straightened up and came back over, then handed me the can and sat down. I got a weird mix of hot and cold as my fingers brushed his skin at the same time I took the can. "Thanks." I said quickly. "You didn't have to."

"I wanted to." He smiled. I smiled back automatically, I swear it was infectious. After that I completely lost track of time. We talked about school, our family, where we grew up, music we liked, shows we liked, hobbies, things I hardly ever told people. I was always worried people would think the things I liked were weird, but...I trusted Jacob for some reason. Unfortunately, the conversation eventually went back to Bella.

"Has Bella not talked about me?" Jacob asked after I asked another personal question. He sounded surprised, but not like he really minded. More curious than anthing.

"She might have, but I...we lost contact for a while." I stopped talking when I realised that I had very nearly told Jacob everything about my parents, the divorce, everything. I had only just stopped myself. What was weird was I wanted to tell him. I just didn't know why.

"Oh...okay." He said slowly, giving me the same curious look I always got. But for some reason he made me want to curl up next to him and tell him everything. I suddenly found myself wondering what he smelt like. I wanted to get close enough to smell him. I bet he smelt...amazing. My heart started pounding as I imagined it...

"Hey Daniel, we're just going." Michael said from the other side of me, breaking my concentration and shattering the moment.

"Great. See you at school tomorrow." I said quickly, shooting him a tight smile.

"Are you sure?" He asked, sounding confused.

"Yes." I said, feeling as confused as he sounded. Why wouldn't I be at school tomorrow? "See 'ya."

"Um...okay, bye." He said, then turned and walked off up the dirt trail to the car park. I glanced round and realised two things. First, almost everyone had left, or was getting ready to leave. Second, Jacob was still staring at me. Why was he doing that? He was the hottest guy I had ever seen, and I was just...me. And, he was almost definitely straight. All these stupid fantasies I had started making up in my head were just gonna leave me disappointed.

Then I heard the sound of a car driving away and I realised why Michael had told me he was going.

"Shit!" I shouted, spinning around just in time to see Angela's car's tail-lights vanishing out of sight.

"What's wrong?" Jacob asked quickly, glancing round to see what had upset me.

"I was supposed to get a ride from Michael's sister." I muttered, thinking quickly. "It's fine though, I'll just call-" I broke off as patting down my jeans and hoodie revealed nothing more than empty pockets. "Double-shit!" I said, running my hands through my hair and groaning. "I've forgotten my phone." For some reason that seemed to delight Jake, and he smiled even wider than before.

"No problem. I'll drive you!" He offered. I looked at him in surprise, then narrowed my eyes at him.

"I thought you said you were sixteen." I reminded him.

"Yeah, but I don't look it." He grinned, pushing himself to his feet. "Come on, I'll get you home in no time." He added, offering me a hand. I took it and he pulled me to my feet. I did a quick check and realised I had been right at lunch. I only came up to his shoulder. I still wasn't sure he was sixteen, although I had no idea why he would lie about something like that.

He pulled me towards the dirt trail, and for a second I thought he was going to keep holding my hand. Not that I was complaining. But he let go a few steps later and I got the same sense of loss that I had when he let go of my arm earlier.

"There it is." He grinned, gesturing towards a Volkswagen Rabbit. "My pride and joy."

"You put that together yourself?" I grinned. "No way."

"Yes, way!" He repiled, climbing in. "Took me ages, thank you very much." I grinned and climbed in after him.

"Looks amazing." I told him honestly. And it wasn't the only thing I'd describe that way.

The drive home was great. I don't know whether it was because I was alone with Jacob, or just Jacob himself. He was so constantly happy it was hard not to feel the same. And I got to find out what Jacob smelt like. Musk and chocolate and just a hint of oil. Although that last one might have been the Rabbit.

We spent the whole time talking about his car and motorbikes, and in the end he invited me round to his house to see the garage. I tried to contain my delight. Just getting to see Jacob was good enough, spending time with him was the most fun I had had in...ever. Finally we pulled to a stop outside my house, way too soon.

"Thanks, Jacob." I said, unbuckling my seatbelt. "It's been-"

"Jake." He interrupted, then flashed me another pearly smile. "Call me Jake, not Jacob."

"Thanks, Jake." I corrected myself. "It's been great. I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Definitely." He grinned, sounding as eager as I felt. "And here." He handed me a folded up sheet of paper. "It's my house number. Just call me...whenever."

"Sure." I smiled back, then climbed out of the car reluctantly. "See you later."

"See you." He said. And was it my imagination or was he sad to see me go? I walked up to the door and glanced over my shoulder to see Jacob- Jake, still watching me. I gave him one last wave as I went inside and he returned it eagerly. I shut the door and listened for the sound of his engine. I waited until it had faded from hearing, then slumped against the door and let out the breath I had been holding in for God knows how long.

The door opened straight into the sitting room, so I immediately saw my mother curled up on the couch with a pillow. She must have fallen asleep waiting for me to come home. I tip-toed past her and climbed the stairs, a tired smile on my face.

It wasn't until I was lying in bed, half-asleep, that I realised someone who was quite possibly the hottest guy on the planet had just given me their phone number.