When You Least Expect It

A/N: Sorry for the wait, but here it is! Haha, I've had a lot going on in my life this past month or so but finally I am sitting down and working on his. I will admit that I was a bit stuck, but I think I've worked through it and hopefully y'all enjoy the end result! Haha Lollipop Luxury should be next!

Disclaimer: Twilight is S.M.'s property.


Mr. Mathews

Paul Lahote was panicking…slightly…okay, a lot.

With a huff he went through his list of expenses, looking for a few that he could cut out for the month. He hated doing it, but it was necessary if he planned on making his monthly budget this month. It was one of the downsides of working at his job. He loved his job, but with all of the bills and back-rent he had to pay-off, it wasn't the best. Not to mention the fact that he had two little boys to take care of, that he hated saying no to.

"Hey big guy; what's got you looking so glum on a payday?" Rosalie Hale asked as she came up behind him to rifle through the papers around the reception desk.

"Nothing." He tried shoving the scratch paper out of her line of vision.

"If you say so." She said with a triumphant, "Aha!" as she found what she was looking for, "You and your man got plans this weekend?"

Thinking about Jacob, however, brought a warm smile to his face regardless of his previous concerns. It had been two months since they'd decided to pursue a relationship together. They tried to spend every free moment together, which meant Jacob was at Paul's apartment nearly every night—hell, the doctor had even began packing overnight bags and leaving clothes at Paul's place. While the speed of their relationship and the fact that his kids were so attached to Jacob already still worried him, he'd still pushed the worry aside and enjoyed the good times the two men shared.

"That smile says it all," Rosalie giggled.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Mhm," she rolled her eyes, unconvinced. "So, have you guys…" Rosalie trailed off with a suggestive eyebrow wag that had Paul biting back laughter.

"None of your business."

"Oh Paul, c'mon! At least tell me…does he have a big dick?"

"Rosalie!" He chided with an embarrassed flush of his cheeks, "You're engaged!"

"Am I dead?"

With a playful sigh he turned to greet an approaching client with a smile, "Hello Mrs. Wilson; get a good work out?"

"Great thanks, I just came to schedule a massage next week?"

"Alright then, I'll just mark you down with Heidi, alright?"

"Excellent."

"Oh, wait, Mrs. Wilson, would you mind if I asked a question?" Rosalie chirped, and went on at the woman's kind smile and nod, "You're married right?"

"Yes."

"Alright, so can you please tell my dear friend here that a new last name doesn't mean we can't inquire about our friends' sex lives?"

"Rosalie!" Paul chided, embarrassed again. "Mrs. Wilson, I'm so s-"

"Paul!" The woman's eyes lit up, "You have a new man in your life?"

Paul's only response was to groan. Of all the women in the center that Rosalie Hale had to ask, it would be one of the women that he normally worked with and talked to on every available occasion.

At his silence, Rosalie spoke up again, "Yes ma'am! He's a veterinarian. The phrase 'tall, dark, and handsome' was created to describe this guy."

"Oh Paulie, good for you! How long have you been seeing him?"

He smiled, even through the resigned sigh he released as he answered with a soft, "Two months."

"Yes, two months, and he won't tell me—one of his best friends—whether or not their sex was good."

Paul busied himself with organizing the front desk, avoiding both of the women's expectant gazes. He was just waiting for his ride to come and pick him up, and then he'd be free for the whole weekend. The last thing he wanted to do was talk about his and his boyfriend's sex life…especially since they didn't really have one. The furthest they'd gotten was a quick and passionate dry hump against the refrigerator after their first date. After that, it was difficult for them to do much without worrying about the kids, and since the twins usually fell asleep in bed with them, that wasn't an option either.

Was he frustrated that he couldn't just get it on with his boyfriend? Yes.

Was it nice that they were taking their time and being mindful of the twins? Of course.

Was Paul beginning to get tired of solo acts in the shower? Definitely.

But all in all, even without any real physical intimacy, Jacob and Paul's relationship was still great. But sitting here actually thinking about the fact that he'd never really touched his boyfriend's dick was depressing…hell! Paul hadn't even really seen the handsome doctor's cock, and that made things even more depressing!

As if his thoughts of the man and their relationship conjured him, Jacob Black pulled and held the door open as a small group of women left the building, a warm smile gracing his handsome features.

"Say his name and he shall appear." Rosalie snickered as she turned and walked away, leaving Paul and Mrs. Wilson behind.

Mrs. Wilson only turned to give the approaching doctor an unabashed surveying once-over as he strut confidently towards his waiting lover, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his slacks, as his untucked grey button-up shirt pulled tight across his chest slightly, hinting at the powerful form underneath.

She gave a bright smile with a thumbs up, causing Paul to shake his head, but smile nonetheless.

Jacob turned to see what was so funny, but only saw a woman leaving the building and shrugged it off as he gave his full attention to Paul, "Hey babe; ready to go?"

Standing up, gathering up his phone, house keys, and folding the scratch paper to stick in his pocket with his check, Paul grinned and replied with an eager, "Sure am."

As the couple made their way out to the car, Paul had a sudden burst of determination and mentally made a goal for the weekend.

This weekend, I'm going to sleep with my boyfriend.


Jacob

"I'm hungry."

The statement pulled my gaze from watching Paul—oh more accurately, oogling Paul's ass as his jeans pulled tight over the firm flesh while he bent over, tickling Brady on the floor. Peter crawled from his side of the couch until he was kneeling next to my thigh with his hands placed on his stomach.

"What time is it, buddy?" I asked him, pulling him to sit on my lap and put my watch on display in front of him. I'd been trying to teach the boys how to read a watch, and so far they'd been catching on fairly well. During the two months' time that I'd been with Paul, Peter had slowly begun warming up to me while Brady remained as adorable and happy as ever.

"Six…forty eight?" He mumbled unsurely after taking a moment to count.

Smiling broadly, I gave him a quick squeeze, "Good job lil' guy!"

Giggling, he leaned back into my body, "I want pizza."

"Yeah, are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Are you really sure?"

"Yeah!"

"Really really sure?" I asked again, playfully teasing him and tickling.

"Yeah I'm sure!" He laughed as I continued tickling him.

"What about you Brady; are you hungry for some pizza?"

"Yeah!" The other twin quickly agreed as he dad hefted him off the floor.

"How about you babe, pizza sound good?"

"Sounds good." He smiled at me as he plopped himself and Brady down onto the couch.

After calling in the order to his favorite pizzeria—a place that his boyfriend and the twins both liked before—they waited, simply watching random TV and laughing together. When it was time to go and pick it up, I asked Peter if he wanted to come along for the ride. After getting the A-Okay from Paul, and promising a sad Brady that he could ride with me next time, as well as waving away my boyfriend's attempt at trying to hand me money, we were off.

The car ride was filled with Peter's chatter or what my sister had been saying and telling him today while Paul and I were at work, but thankfully there wasn't anything inappropriate or I'd be having a conversation with Rachel real soon.

We were a few minutes early and the workers told us we still had a bit of a wait which was fine, so Peter and I sat on a booth seat to wait it out.

"You're really nice." Peter said out of the blue after a minute or two of silence where I was checking my phone.

"Well thanks, kiddo. I'm glad you think so." I smiled at him, giving him my full attention.

Another small silence occurred where it seemed like he wanted to say more, but was conflicted until he let out a small, "Garrett wasn't nice…"

Garrett. I didn't know much about the guy, but what I did know I didn't like. Paul and I had yet to sit down and have that conversation, but in my mind I'd roughly summed it up to this: The guy was an asshole and left Paul and the boys behind without a word. And the fact that he was the reason why this kid had such a sad expression on his face right now just made me dislike him even more.

"Well, he's not here anymore, right? So you don't have to worry about him anymore."

"Yeah, but…" He trailed off as he began drawing random shapes on the table top with his finger, "are…are you gonna be mean to me and my brother and my dad like he was?"

Part of me wanted to dig, to get all the information that I could get out of Peter; but I didn't. That would be wrong—I'd simply have to wait for Paul to be ready to tell me about what exactly happened even if the thought of some guy treating the three guys that were quickly invading my heart with anything but kindness and respect had me growing livid.

"Well," I began calmly "I promise you, Peter, that I will never be mean to you, your brother, or your dad. Even though there might be times when your dad and I might have arguments—I'm not going to lie—but I will still care for him. Alright?"

"Okay," he agreed with a slight smile.

After that, things seemed to snap back to normal for him; we even had a great time when we got back to the apartment. However, Peter's comments and our conversation earlier were still weighing on my mind. I didn't want to pressure Paul into telling me about what exactly happened, but at the same time I really was getting curious.

"Hey."

I was jostled out of my thoughts with a gentle nudge and looked a Paul questioningly, "Let's put the kids to bed, okay?"

Although Paul was asking, he was already lifting the twin nearest to him—Brady—from the couch. Without a response, I brought Peter up into my arms and followed my lover out of the room.

I hadn't been aware that I was so lost in my thoughts for so long that the kids had even fallen asleep. Still kind of stuck in my own head, I almost missed Paul going into the boys' room rather than his own bedroom as usual.

Again, I didn't say anything since I figured that I could use this opportunity to actually sit down and have a good long talk with Paul.

I stayed behind to tuck the kids in as Paul excused himself to the bathroom after pressing soft kisses to his sons' foreheads.

The master bedroom was still empty when I got there and so I assumed that Paul was still in the bathroom and began stripping down to my briefs. I sat at the head of the bed with my back against the wall, checking emails, replying to texts and checking in with the nurse that was scheduled to do the midnight check with the animals staying at the clinic overnight. By the time I was finished, Paul still hadn't emerged from the bathroom, so I figured he was showering.

Sure enough, not a minute after I came to the conclusion, Paul came into the room. He was bare, save for the towel wrapped low around his lean hips. His hair was still wet, and I could see a few water droplets still clinging to his body and my mouth went dry as I watched one trail down his lean body. My cock filled quickly, becoming a straining bulge in my already tight underwear. All thoughts of trying to talk fled my mind—hell, every thought left my mind.

We'd been dating for two months but had yet to really become physically involved. Two months of nothing more than hot make-out sessions and my right hand. Don't get me wrong, I don't have a problem with waiting. I don't want him to feel pressured and I understand that we have to think of the fact that we have to be considerate of the kids, but fuck if I'm not a man that's sexually frustrated.

"Come here babe." I held out my hand, hoping that he was just as frustrated as I was.


-Meanwhile-

The two men sat next to each other on bar stools, both tired and feeling slightly accomplished after a hard day's work. They were old friends, really, and were glad to see each other again. They kept in contact via phone calls, e-mails, and texts, but a face to face meeting was always their favorite way of catching up.

"So how long are you in town for?" The tall, muscular man wearing a grey suit with a blue shirt asked his friend before taking a swig of his scotch.

"Uh…I'm kinda back for good now." The more casually dressed man answered with a small smirk.

"Well good for you, Mr. Big-Shot."

The men shared a laugh before the smaller of the two asked, "Yeah yeah. What are you doing this weekend? Wanna go celebrate my big return?

"Oh I don't know about tomorrow, I've gotta take care of my kid, ya know? Fatherhood and all that." The man laughed, "But on Sunday, I'm going to brunch over with the in-laws…you're welcome to come over. We can do something after."

"Alright, sounds like a plan."

"Cool, well, I've gotta get going." He said, checking the time on his expensive watch before flagging down the bartender, "Close out my tab, yeah?"

"Sure thing Mr. Uley."

"Thanks." Sam thanked the man as he placed his credit card back in his wallet, "Alright Garret, you gonna stick around?"

"Yeah," Garret replied with a shrug, "Why not."

Sam simply laughed as he clapped his old friend on the shoulder, "Alright, well I'll call you tomorrow about Sunday, okay?"

"Sure thing buddy. Go relieve your baby sitter," Garret Mathews joked to which Sam simply rolled his eyes as he turned to head home.

Alone with his thoughts, Garret contemplated what to do tomorrow, since it seemed he had a whole day to kill.

He took out his phone, trying to think of another old friend that he'd yet to make contact with or even someone that would be a quick, easy lay. Hell, he would even buy the guy a drink or two if he really had to. He just needed a good lay, considering it had been nearly a month since he last had one.

A thought crossed his mind as he began going through names in his contact list, but he knew it was nothing to even think of really. But he couldn't help it. As if the lone thought caused his fingers to grow a mind of their own, he was soon sifting through his old photos until he found one that brought back a few fond memories of more than a few good fucks.

It was him and a man from his past, sitting down on a white couch in the VIP section of a club. Garrett's arm wrapped tight around the tanned, smiling man's waist as he looked towards him with a look of utter devotion while Garrett himself simply smirked for the camera.

Paul…


A/N: Boom. Hahaha okay, so the next chapter is gonna be BIG! Ahaha a lot of stuff will be going on in the next chapter, which I already have partly done and should be out within a week or two…hopefully haha so yeah…please review and I apologize for the wait once again!

Notoriously Yours,

GoinnGaGa