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17. SEXY

The wedding was over and everyone moved on to the reception. The reception was on the beach as well. There were tables set in the sand, a dance floor was laid out, a DJ even agreed to work out on the beach. Who knows the monetary denomination required for that. Imagine the damage done to his speakers and things from the sand and salty beach air.

That wasn't what was important. Everyone had just finished dinner and we were all about to get the dancing underway when Seth and Jacob started arguing.

"Why not? I want to!" Seth stood up out of his chair and moved closer to Jacob.

"Because. We decided that the best men weren't going to toast the marriage because it would be unfair to have Edward toast about Terry when he barely knows him." Jacob was arguing, but he wore the biggest smile on his face.

I touched Jacob's arm. "Jake. Let him do it. There's no law saying he can't toast if he wants to."

Jacob nodded to me. "Alright, Seth. Go ahead."

"Sweet." Seth grabbed his glass of champagne and turned to the tables of guests. "I'd like to propose a toast. Now Jacob here, my best friend, used to be hung up on Bella for the longest time. And when I say 'hung up' I mean hung up. He kept complaining to himself, constantly. 'I wish Bella would call…' 'I wish Bella wouldn't call…' 'Maybe I should call Bella…' 'Maybe I should call Bella and hang up…'."

Most people that knew about Jacob's obsession with Bella started laughing, the wolf pack especially. Jacob's face turned red. "All right, you can shut up now…"

Seth just laughed. "Aww Jake, don't be a sour-puss. I'm making a point. Now when Bella had ultimately decided Edward over Jacob, I didn't think Jacob was going to make it. He was miserable. And then, Terry came into the picture." He turned to me. "Terry is the reason that Jacob has that big, dumb smile permanently fixed onto his face."

I looked at Jacob, who's face immediately turned serious.

Seth laughed. "Ok, well almost permanently… Terry saved Jacob from himself, he saved my best friend. And for that I am eternally grateful. To Terry and Jacob!" Seth raised his glass and everyone drank.

I thought about what Seth said. I guess I did save Jacob didn't I?

Seth sat back down at the table. "There, was that so bad?"

Jacob turned to him. "Remind me never to let you speak again." Seth stuck his tongue out at him. "Hey, watch it. Terry, I'll be right back. Ok?" He smiled at me and put his hat on, leaving the table.

"Ok. So, Seth. That was a really nice toast. Do you really think I saved Jacob?" I had to know exactly how he felt.

Seth nodded. "Of course. He would've been lost without you."

I sat there taking it all in. I guess I really am a big influence on his life. Of course I was. I was his imprint. "I'm gonna go get a drink, I'll be back." I stood up and started across the beach.

"I'm to sexy for my love. Too sexy for my love, love's going to leave me." Jacob's voice came through the speaker's followed by a beat.

I turned to see where he was. He was in the middle of the dance floor, with a headset microphone, smiling hugely at me.

Jacob's POV

I'm to Sexy by Right Said Fred. I had been practicing this one for a while. Saving it for some time to dance for Terry. What better time than in front of a bunch of people?

I started to feel the beat and let my body do the rest. "I'm too sexy for my shirt. Too sexy for my shirt, so sexy it hurts…" I unbuttoned my shirt throwing it to the ground, revealing my bare torso.

I got some wolf whistle from the crowd. Probably Terry's side of the family… Everyone else has seen me shirtless thousands of times.

"I'm too sexy for my hat," I threw my hat off into the crowd of people. "Too sexy for my hat, whatcha think about that? I'm a model, you know what I mean and I do my little turn on the catwalk." I strutted my stuff as if I was really on a catwalk, my eyes glued on Terry's, who's face was a nice shade of red. "Yeah on the catwalk, on the catwalk, yeah. I shake my little tush on the catwalk." I turned and shook my behind for the crowd, again to some whistling.

I finished dancing and singing the song, much to Terry's embarrassment. If only he knew I wasn't done yet. Everyone clapped and laughed when the song ended, but I wasn't leaving the dance floor. I had one more song to go. When the beat of Sexy Back by Justin Timberlake started playing, everyone erupted into laughter. I felt the music and started dancing again. "I'm bringing sexy back." I pointed to Edward. "Them other boys don't know how to act. Girl, let me make up for the things you lack. So turn around and I'll pick up the slack."

I turned back to Terry, who was hiding his face in his hands. Oh come on now…

I moved my finger waving him over to me, sexually. "Dirty babe, you see these shackles, baby I'm your slave…" I held my wrists together, as if I was handcuffed. I smiled wildly when I saw Terry was slowly making his way over to me. "I'll let you whip me if I misbehave. It's just that no one makes me feel this way…"

Terry got to the dance floor and just stood there awkwardly.

I waved him over again, changing the lyrics to better suit our relationship. "Come here, boy. Come to the back. V.I.P. Drinks on me. Let me see what your working with." Come on Terry, give me something to work with here… "Look at those hips. You make me smile. Come here, child."

I waved one more time and he walked up to me. "Ok, I'm here."

I covered the microphone with my hand "I see that. Dance with me."

"I don't know how-"

"Just move." I moved my hand away and I spun him around, starting to grind against him. "Get your sexy on."

Reluctantly at first, he started to move with me, pressing himself onto me as he just let go of his cares about what people thought.

"Get your sexy on."

By the time the song was over, Terry and I were both shirtless, sweaty and I knew at least I was dying to have sex with him right then and there. I kind of forgot we were in front of a bunch of people. Slowly, we both turned to face them all. They all stared at us. Terry laughed. "What? You've never seen people dance before?"

Eventually people started to laugh and just accept it for what it was. Two guys in love, dancing. Yeah, it was sexual. But it's not like we were doing it on the dance floor.

Terry and I made our way to our seats, both with our shirts back on. When we sat down, he pulled my head close to him and whispered in my ear. "That's the last time we dance like that in public. I almost lost it and asked you to do me right then and there."

I just laughed.