Jacob's POV

He has tons of stuff in his room. I'm instructed to move his books to the boxes on the floor, while he stows his vinyl discs carefully in another box.

Once all his prized collection is safe in the box, he grabs a black marker and writes on top—FRAGILE.

"Are you okay with the books? Want a hand? Or can I move on and pack my movies?"

"I'm okay with the books," I tell him. "I can't believe you have so many."

He shrugs modestly. "If you like any…"

"Still a teenager, remember?"

"Me too, what do you know?" He laughs, and the sound makes my stomach tighten in need. It's such a beautiful sound.

I place the stack of books in the box, and when I turn, Edward's standing right in front of me, close enough I can smell his sweet scent.

"I need you, too," he murmurs, bending to kiss me.

I groan in his mouth, jumping into his arms and wrapping my legs around his waist. He wraps one arm around my hips and places the other under my butt, kissing me hungrily. My fingers tug at his hair as I grind against his tight stomach. Both his hands move under my ass, kneading the flesh there, while he walks me to the wall, pressing my back against it. I can feel him hard, long, pulsing.

Fuuuck! This is so good, Edward! I moan in my head. Please, do something.

He whimpers, pushing his hips into mine, his grip on my ass almost painful. His lips move to my throat, leaving a trail of burning cold kisses in his wake.

"Guys, tone it down! I'm in a constant state of arousal!" Jasper yells from somewhere in the house.

"Jasper!" Edward gasps against my neck. "Shut up!" He crashes me to his chest, mumbling my name as his hips move faster, the angle changing. Our hard dicks meet, and I hiss in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"MORE!" I shout when his movements falter. I need to come, I beg him quietly.

"Me, too! Never like this... Uh, Jake! What have you done to me?"

"Stop talking," I whine, throwing my head back. "GAAAH!" I scream, and he rocks his hard dick against mine. The denim is creating a delicious feeling, adding something more to the friction. I start convulsing, and for a moment, I'm afraid I'm going to phase, but then I simply melt in his arms. His growls turn animalistic as he finds completion.

Edward takes a step back, and cringes when he sees the wet spot on his left thigh—a rather large wet spot. What grabs my attention is not the spot, but his still hard cock.

Wordlessly, he grabs two pairs of clean jeans and boxers, offering me one of each, before showing me to his bathroom.

I guess he's…embarrassed? I've no idea what to think of his behavior.

Shit.

I turn to stare at him, trying to figure out what's wrong.

The only time I had no idea what to do with myself after an orgasm was the first time it happened. Which means…

Was that your first time?

He scoffs, looking away.

Not the first time you…ejaculated…the first time you did it with someone else.

He still doesn't meet my eyes.

Wait! You're a virgin? I frown, staring at him confused. Surely, living for so long. Definitely, he fooled around.

"No, no, no. Just stop thinking. I can't believe what we just did!" He grabs a fistful of his hair. "Such atrocious behavior on my part."

"What's wrong with that? I mean, I haven't been with anyone before—girl or boy, but well, I actually am sixteen." I shrug. "Don't fight this. It's the bond, Edward. So what you haven't been with another boy before? It wasn't weird, right?"

"Jacob!" he hisses, glaring at me. "I've never done anything close to that, okay? Christ, I never even touched my…" He gestures to his dick. "I never had a desire to be with anyone until I met Bella, but of course, she was out of bounds. I was afraid to even touch her. Then you come and this…this happens!" He raises his arms above his head. "It's too much. I really need to take this slowly."

I gape at him like a fish out of water.

You've never touched yourself? "Do you actually expect me to believe that crap?"

"YES! Ask any member of this family. Ask Jasper!"

A chorus of agreement comes from his family members.

Whoa. We really need baby steps in this relationship. I'm going to teach you the art of jerking-off.

Edward drops his shower supplies, staring at me in shock.

I'm fighting amusement at his expression and at the sight on the floor. "Why do you need shower gel or shampoo?"

"I do wash. Hunting can get dirty sometimes," he answers stiffly, gathering the bottles and striding to his room.

I guess we're fighting.

Once alone in the bathroom, I remember the reason I'm here. His clothes are still in my hands.

"Hey, can I borrow you shower gel? I'd like to take a shower." I return to his room.

Edward is carrying neatly folded shirts to a large suitcase open in the middle of his room. He points to his desk. I grab both his shower gel and shampoo, then lock myself in the bathroom.

Fine, be like this. I'm only trying to be a good sport.

Such an insensitive guy.

An idiot.

Tears threaten to spill from my eyes.

I just want to be helpful.

I have only good intentions. I want to guide him through the marvelous art of jerking-off. Still can't believe that's true. What man in his right mind doesn't touch his dick? Seriously?

I doubt he was never hard before he met Bella. Really hard to believe.

His true age must have made it difficult for him at some point. Seventeen is sure not different than sixteen. Everything makes you hard—even your favorite meal.

I wash myself mechanically, wondering what's going to happen when I step out of the bathroom. Is he going to continue ignoring me? Is he going to apologize? Yeah, right. Edward, apologizing? That would be rich.

When I pull the curtain away, I shriek loudly—totally not my finest moment.

Edward's perched on the toilet seat. Why does he even have one? Still, he's sitting there, one leg crossed at the knee over the other, his hands folded on his lap, a genuine smile on his face.

"You can be adorable, Jacob."

I scowl at him, keeping the curtain around my lower half, and look around for a towel. There isn't one.

"Don't call me adorable! I'm a guy! Puppies are adorable."

"I see no difference!" Blondie's voice floats from a floor below.

"Shut your mouth, unless you want another blonde joke coming your way!" I bark. My eyes meet Edward's. "Do you mind fetching me a towel?"

"Fetch one yourself. You're the dog!" Blondie doesn't seem to know when to shut up.

"Ignore her," Edward whispers, rushing into his room and returning three seconds later with a large, fluffy, white towel.

Just a tiny joke. No babies involved, I beg him in my head.

"If you must."

He's allowing me! I do my imaginary fist-pump, shaking a finger at him when he bursts into laughter.

I clear my throat loudly, folding the towel around my waist after patting my torso quickly.

"How do you get a blonde on the roof?" I question, fighting off my smirk.

"Do enlighten me!" she sneers. I can imagine her arms folded over her chest, or flipping her hair over her shoulder with an air of importance.

"Tell her drinks are on the house!"

Everyone in the house hollers in laughter, but it isn't loud enough to cover Rosalie's mumbled words, "I don't get it."

"Babe, you know how humans offer drinks to friends—if they're a bartender, let's say—and they say it's on the house? But in the joke, the blonde is so stupid she thinks the drinks are actually on the house!" Emmett explains to her, while everyone else roars with laughter.

I'm leaning against Edward, tears spilling down my cheeks, my sides hurting from laughing so hard.

"Oh!" She sounds angry. "You just called me stupid! You better run faster than me Emmett McCarty!"

"No, babe. I was talking about the joooo—ARGH!" A door slams to the wall as I hear them running out the house.

"He's funny. We need to keep him around," I hear Alice declaring.

"Thank you," I whisper, feeling flattered.

"Alice, it's a given. Of course, Jake stays," Edward tells her, hugging me tightly.

I hug him back, nuzzling below his ear. You smell so good. I bite back a moan.

"We need to finish packing," he reminds me, looking pained. "When we arrive at the new house, I promise I'm open to whatever you want to throw at me."

"Deal!" I cheer.

I get dressed and follow him to his room. While he carries his clothes to the suitcase, I continue with the books.

By nightfall, his whole room is neatly packed in different sized boxes with different labels on each of them.

I'm tired and too embarrassed to admit I'm starving. I've tried to hide my thoughts from Edward, and I've done a pretty damn good job.

He's with Carlisle in his study, helping him pack. I'm still in his room, sitting on the couch.

There's a knock on the door, then it opens before I can answer. Alice slips inside, footing the door shut. Her hands are full—on a large wooden tray are different dishes and a soda can.

"I thought you might be hungry," she says gently, placing the tray on my knees.

"You really shouldn't have…"

"Don't be silly!" She perches herself on the windowsill, drawing her knees up, and stares out the window.

I try not to wolf down the food, but it tastes so good. I wish I had more than one mouth to inhale it quicker.

"Easy, don't make yourself sick," she chides, not even looking my way.

"Why are you here? I mean, don't you have to pack?"

"I packed already." Her voice is distant. "It's so odd, how not seeing the future clearly is giving me something that probably rivals human headaches—all because of you. Then when I'm around you, my so-called headache diminishes in intensity."

"I give you headaches?" I blurt out. I can't figure out what she's talking about.

"Yes! I can't see clearly with you around. I know I have to get used to this. You'll be around for a while."

"A while puts it loosely," I joke, taking a spoonful of mashed potatoes to go with the chicken leg in my other hand.

She gives me a small smile. "You're a good kid, Jake. I always thought you were nice. Bella never said a bad thing about you."

"Yeah, but from the last time you talked to her and now, I've become a monster."

"We talked on the plane to Italy. You were her best friend. I could tell that if things were different, if Edward never appeared in her life…you two would have become an item."

A loud growl comes from a couple floors below.

I guess Edward doesn't agree with that theory.

"Damn right, I don't!" he snaps.

"You see, Jacob, your situation now is ridiculously crazy. You were both in love with Bella, you were enemies in every aspect of the word, and now you're bound together forever. You're going to fall in love. I know that."

"Why don't you let us discover what this relationship will bring in time? Stop meddling with people's future!" Edward is in the doorway of his room, glaring at his sister. "If I fall for him, let me realize it on my own."

"You will." She nods, walking to him and kissing his cheek. "I care for you, Edward. I'm just trying to help. You should allow Jacob to help with this tension in your body."

"ALICE!" we both yell at the same time.

Thankfully, Jasper comes to save his little mate.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize you might be hungry," Edward says once we're alone.

"Don't worry. Go back to helping the Doc. I'm good here." I point to my half-eaten food.

Throwing me a killer smile, he turns to leave and it's like he floats out of the room. It's nice seeing him carefree.

"You make me happy," he admits softly from the top of the stairs. Our eyes meet for a second, before he disappears from view.

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