When You Least Expect It
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An Overnight Date III
They're having a great time, relax.
I had been repeating the words in my mind ever since we left the restaurant, and it'd been working, hell, it'd been easy to listen to. The only reason why I was thinking of it again while we all walked together from the theatre to Jacob's parked truck was for good measure. I was doing a good job of keeping my mind in the positive and the now rather than letting it linger on the nagging doubts of what would happen tomorrow, or what if he realized that kids were just too much for him to handle?
Give myself a mental shake, I pushed the rising doubts back again and instead focused on the task at hand: buckling Brady into the backseat while Jake helped Peter.
"What are we gonna do now Daddy?" Peter asked from the other end of the backseat.
His question brought two curious pairs of identical hazel eyes and an amused and questioning set of deep chocolate eyes all turned to focus on me.
"Well," I began, purposefully avoiding Jacob's amused smile as I made sure Brady was in safe, "I'm sure that Jake has to work in the morning so w-"
"Nope. I don't work 'till the afternoon tomorrow." He chimed in and shrugged with a chuckle when I turned a glare on him. "Just saying."
"Well, either way, it's getting late and we've got to get you two home and to bed." I smiled first at Peter then to Brady and then sighed at the collective sighs and protests from the twins and then looked up to note that Jacob's smile had faltered a bit as well.
The beginning of the car ride was silent, but as soon as we began getting closer to the apartment, the twins began suggesting things that they could possibly do at home in an attempt to prolong their time before they have to go to bed. I professionally found a flaw in each plan, regardless of how miniscule the flaw was, the twins immediately jumped into their next plan. It always made me wonder just how it was that children could possibly be so quick with their thoughts when they wanted to be.
And then my phone vibrated in my pocket and I let the other three guys in the car talk amongst themselves as I read the text I'd just received from Rachel.
How's it going? Are you and the kids having a good time?
Just as I was about to reply to her, my phone vibrates again as I received a text from another person, but I didn't have the number saved so I didn't know who it was.
Paul! It's Rosalie! Got your number from my mom; but how's it going with the date?
Smiling to myself, I let them both know that the night was going good and that the kids were having a good time with Jake as well as the fact that he was great with the boys.
"Oh I love that movie!" Jacob smiled with the exclamation as he parked in the same spot we'd left earlier in front of the complex.
"What movie?" I asked, coming back into the conversation as I unclicked my seatbelt.
"The Proposal." He chuckled, "I've got a soft spot for Sandra Bullock."
"Oh," I smiled, "Yeah, I have to cover their eyes at some parts, but we watched it with your sister and she bought it for them without telling me." I shrugged, "The like to watch it, and it's a good movie…but it is a little inappropriate for them." Before I could ask what had brought it up, Peter spoke up from the back seat.
"We should watch it, Dad!" I turned in my seat to meet his excited and hopeful gaze, "And then Jake could stay too!"
Oh. The kids want to keep things going.
Did I want things to keep going? Did I want the night to end here and hope for the best as far as things with Jacob go? Does he even want to hang out with us still? I mean, it took Garret awhile to get used to being around the kids before he even wanted to go into our place, let alone take them on the date with us. Of course, I was hesitant with the kids being around him as well when it came to Garret, and would've held back on introducing Jake to the kids too but that kind of flew out the window when he'd met Brady on day one.
A soft, "Hey," was whispered as a strong warmth enclosed around one of my hands and I looked down to see it enclosed in one of Jake's own before looking up to meet his soft gaze, "If you don't feel comfortable with it, just say no; I'll understand."
Worrying my lip, I studied his sharp angular, strong, chiseled, handsome features of his face and the deep set chocolate of his eyes that held nothing but understanding and the small underlining of hope, as if he wanted me to say yes but didn't want to put any sort of pressure on me. It was endearing and compassionate, something I'd missed when it came to having someone important in my life.
"Okay. If you want to, then we should watch it."
Jacob's POV
"Yes! I'm really excited right now, Becks, things are going freakin' great!" I said in a hushed and excited whisper into the receiver as I paced back and forth in the small kitchen.
"That's great Jake! Rachel said he told her that he was having a good time too, so you're obviously having neutral feelings with the guy. Just don't mess it up! Nothing naughty or sexual! Keep it PG and put him and the kids as priority for tonight. I'm sure that will score some points." My sister replied, relaying each instruction as though she were instilling them into a small child's mind.
"Yeah, yeah; keep it PG, got it. I gotta go now, talk later kay? Love you, and don't eat all my food!" I hung up before she could protest just as Paul appeared in the hallway, closing the door to the room he came out of as he walked away, a large grin on his face.
He didn't seem to notice me as he walked into the kitchen, obviously amused by whatever happened in the room with the boys. But, seeing as how I had an impression to make, I followed him into the kitchen.
"Well, that certainly was a strong boost to my ego." I announced playfully as he stood in the light of the open refrigerator door.
He gave a small startled jerk, but turned his smile to me all the same, "Oh, sorry. I was just…thinking, I guess."
"Hmm…" I stepped closer, until I was standing behind him, leaving a good five inches between our bodies as I feigned interest in the contents of his fridge as he searched through them. "Penny for your thoughts?"
Paul's body went taut, as if he hadn't realized I'd moved closer and the way his breath came out in a slight shudder didn't go unmissed by me. "U-Uhm…Nothing. Just the boys…and your sister, I guess. I'm not gonna lie, she just grilled the crap out of me about our date, so I'm sorry if I said something wrong and she jumps you for it when you see her next."
My mind was in the gutter. It was making it hard to focus once I took in the scent of Paul; something spicy, with an underlining sweet that was subtle, almost like his cologne of choice took a backseat for his natural, musky scent. It was making something not-so-PG begin to stir and grow in my jeans, so I tried taking my mind off of it by worrying if he hadn't enjoyed the night.
"Did…did something go wrong tonight? I-In your opinon…?"
Closing the fridge's door gently, he turned to face me, his arm brushing my body during the shift, "No, not really. But you know how Rachel is; she's probably sitting down dissecting every word of our conversation for some non-existent meanings." He rolled his eyes, but the smile and tone he used told me that he cared for my sister, quirks and all.
"Oh, yeah. That's true. But…I'm…glad you had…a good night." We were moving towards each other, I could tell. Whether it was conscious movements or not, neither of us seemed ready to stop it or change anything about it. Before I could process what I was doing my hands were gently reaching to grasp for Paul's hips and took the last step to close the nearly non-existent gap between our bodies and reveled in the small pleased sigh that escaped his lips. "Wanna try to make it better?"
He blushed—actually blushed—and worried that damn plump bottom lip of his before his gaze dropped to my lips and my tongue snuck out to moisten them, just to add fuel to the fire.
"T-The kids…"
"I know. We'll just kiss. The boys are loud," I smirked affectionately, "we'll hear them if they get close."
"Oh..that's true…"
I didn't let him think it through any further before I slanted my mouth over his and meshed our lips together.
The first press of lips was mind blowing, and I hadn't even tasted his mouth thoroughly yet. The attraction, desire, lust, and need I'd been feeling for him all combined to create something large and uncontrollable. Any thoughts of PG and non-sexual flew out the window as I pushed his back up against the older modeled refrigerator and nipped at his lips, mixing the pressure between hard and barely there, swallowing all of his whimpers and groans of delight before he got the better of me and snuck his tongue out to run his tongue along my lips. My groan of pleasure gave him the opportunity to plunge into my mouth and if I thought that all was loose before, then his bold movements and the way he wrapped his arms around my neck to hold and pull me closer broke the dam for sure.
Suddenly, our tongues were clashing and sliding together, tasting each other and savoring; exploring and memorizing; feeding the desire and cravings that I figured each of us were feeling at this point. I ground my hips into his and both of us groaned at the satisfying pressure the movement presented for both of their aching and concealed erections. I reached around to squeeze my hands between his body and the door he was pressed against to get firm handfuls of the mounds of flesh that were hidden beneath his jeans. Giving his ass tight squeezes and kneading the mounds, I used my grip to lift him enough so that his legs wound up wrapped around me, giving me the better leverage necessary to make my thrusts that much better, making the friction and pressure we felt that much more relieving. The refrigerator gave a thump with every thrust, the bottles and other things in the thing giving muffled rattles with the movement, but the only things I heard were the throaty, pleasure filled, and needy groans, moans, and sighs that Paul continued to push into my mouth.
Then another sound broke through our little reverie.
The sounds of boyish laughter and giggles made their way to the kitchen.
"Oh fuck!" I gasped and placed him back to a standing position and quickly reached down to adjust my cock to make my throbbing hard-on less obvious, and I smiled as I noted Paul quickly doing the same thing. I couldn't help but leaning forward to sneak in another quick peck before pulling back to begin acting casual.
Paul let an easy smile curve his lips and it made my heart melt to see him so relaxed and then he immediately brightened further as soon as his kids appeared in the kitchen, both changed into fresh—and mismatched—pajamas.
Chuckling, Paul turned his grin to me and said, "This is what happens when I let them dress themselves."
"Are you guys weady?" Brady asked with an excited smile as he moved to latch onto the leg of my jeans.
"Yes we are, kiddo." Paul answered, "The movie is already waiting to get started in the room."
Without hesitation, the kids ran from the kitchen just as fast as they'd left.
"Oh God, I can't believe my kids almost walked in on me dry-humping and being pressed up againt the fridge!"
"I'm s-"
"No. No, no. Don't apologize. We didn't get caught…and we enjoyed it."
I couldn't help but let a happy grin curve my lips as I agreed with him and followed him out of the kitchen. I began wondering why it was that he always seemed to get embarrassed and flustered whenever he brought us up as a topic, but decided to let it slide for now as I wondered why he was leading me away from the living room and towards the last door at the end of the hall.
"Oh, the boys sometimes sleep in my bed, especially after…after some stuff, and so they'd been wanting to watch movies and stuff…so we moved the DVD player into my room so they could watch their movies 'till they fall asleep." He explained just before we stepped into the already open room to find the boys fumbling with the remotes for the TV and the DVD player.
In a matter of minutes we were settled on the bed—Paul and I in the middle with Peter next to him while Brady asked to sit next to me. Fifteen minutes into the movie, Paul and I laced our fingers together and he shifted slightly to rest his head on my shoulder. At some point, I couldn't say when, we'd all fallen asleep. I was used to sleeping alone in a big California King, but here with Paul and the kids, I was completely at ease and in a nice sleep until I was gently awoken at some time in the night.
"Wh-What? I'm awake, I'm awake!" I murmured, still half asleep and tired.
"Shh." Paul shushed in the dark, the TV having been turned off, "we fell asleep, it's okay."
"Oh…oh…I'll go…I'll go right now, just gimmie a minute." I said groggily.
There was a beat of silence and just as I tried shifting, another, quiet groan pulled my attention to note that Brady was curled up against my other side.
"No, no, stay the night." Paul murmured gently, pressing me back against the bed, "I-I mean…it's late and you're tired….a-a-nd I'd hate myself if anything happened to you, a-a-"
Letting a lazy smile curve my lips, I reached up to cup the back of his neck to pull him down for a gentle kiss, "Just tell me you want to stay the night with you, babe."
There were a few seconds where I felt as if he was really just trying to do the right thing rather than really asking me to stay, but then he let out a quiet, "Will you stay with me tonight?"
"Of course, babe. Get comfy, okay?"
He didn't answer, simply settled against my side to rest his head on my shoulder again and sighed softly.
Best date, ever! Was the last thought to cross my mind before Paul's and the boys' even breathing lulled me to sleep.
A/N: Hahaha yay! Finally! Okay, so I'm probably going to finish up Cupcake and post that within a day or two, and hopefully have an update for either Lollipop Luxury or Plus One up by Sunday! I've already started a chapter for both, it's just a matter of finishing! Hahaha and also, check out my latest one-shot, Waiting For Tonight, if you haven't already! Aha, so please let me know how you liked this with a review, because it would be much appreciated! Haha yay!
Notoriously Yours,
GoinnGaGa
