Turned out that James was part of the football team; hierarchy placed him just above Edward, so second from the bottom. That being said, there weren't that many levels in the football team. It just so happened that a bunch of guys were on the bottom, and Jacob has chosen Edward to get through.

Jacob had wondered what Edward had meant when he had said "James'd like you."

The next day he was standing in the cafeteria line with Jasper when he asked, "So which one's James?"

Jasper looked confused at the curiosity, but pointed to a taller, muscular blonde man with a stoic look but enlightened eyes. It was a strange combination, Jacob admitted, but apparently that was a turn on for some people, according to Jasper.

"All the girls swoon over him. Well, the slightly depressing, out-for-themselves kind of girls, but girls nonetheless," Jasper elaborated on Jacob's question.

"What's his deal?" Jacob asked, wondering if there was something about him that might help Jacob's situation.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, anything... about him?"

"Not really. If you mean general stuff; he does art – the dark stuff – and is on the football team – which is obvious because he's sitting at their table – and he just broke up with the blonde girl, Rosalie, sitting next to him. I don't know?"

Turns out Jasper did know because Jacob was walking down one of the corridors that afternoon when he ran into Edward.

"So, this is James," Edward introduced after casual pleasantries.

"Hi," Jacob said as James returned the gesture; standing silently a half-step behind Edward and expressing no emotion toward Jacob except a slight nod in acknowledgement.

"Where are you headed?" Edward asked.

"Well, I think home or something."

"Cool," Edward replied as he suggested they all walk together to the parking lot. Walking through the corridors, James glided slightly behind them, distracted by his own pace, Edward whispered out of his earshot to Jacob.

"So, James has just been through a break up, a sticky one. I was wondering if maybe you could help cheer him up." Edward had a slightly apologetic look on his face as if to say "sorry in advanced if I sound like a pushy tool that thinks you're a slut."

Jacob looked back at James; his manly... everything just didn't give off the aura of man on man physical interactions. "Are you sure that's what he wants?" Jacob had to ask.

"Yeah, it's an unspoken tradition that the guys help each other out, well the guys on the team, and after a break up that's what we need. It's not that we don't try to get girls to do it, it's because they're all scared of Rosalie and her friends, so none of them will go near him, or any of us, after a break up. Usually one of us would do it, but you have got talent," Edward explained, looking hopeful, "and," he added, "it was my turn to 'help' so you'd be doing me huge favour. I sound really selfish but I'll make it up to you."

Jacob's eyes lit up as his dreams lay in front of him.

"Fine, I can help you out."

"Ok, thank you so much," Edward answered, sighing in relief.

"So when is the best time?" Jacob asked, wondering when to schedule in this little meeting.

"Tonight."

...

At the car park they all went their separate ways. Edward arranged with Jacob that Jacob was going to go to James' for the business, Edward would pick him up from James' afterwards and take him home, so that then they could talk about what Jacob wanted. Before parting, Edward gave Jacob James' address and assured him he would sort it out with James.

So Jacob stood at a new house, at the back door, where Edward told him to wait at exactly eight o'clock. He glanced down at his watch, in the dim glow of the half moon, Jacob could see it tick a few seconds past eight before begin to worry. Had Edward forgotten to tell James? Had James forgotten? Was this the right night, the right place, the right time?

Just then Jacob looked up to see the back door open with a stunning man wearing a tight black tank top and a pair of loose cotton boxer shorts standing on the threshold.

"Hey," he said morbidly, gesturing for Jacob to come in. James led the way; besides the fact that Jacob didn't know where he was going, he was glad that James led so he could check out the other side of the gorgeous boy.

James had long muscular legs, still shorter than Jacob, with a well defined back; Jacob could tell with what few muscles were visible on his shoulders. As James walked, his hips swayed slightly – still manly, as if a swagger – which made Jacob weak at the knees, picturing the way James' hips would move riding on top of Jacob's cock.

Before he realised, Jacob had ascended a set of stairs, and into a bedroom. Messy like a teenage boy's room should be, with dirty clothes splayed across the floors, an untidy bed with bunched up blankets, and a school bag with its contents spilled out on a desk.

Jacob should have felt uncomfortable, being in a stranger's house in such uninviting conditions, yet he could feel a swelling in his groin from the undisguised pure male-ness that he'd stepped into.

"So," James said, reaching the centre of the room and turning to look at Jacob. Jacob assumed a normal, expression-baring person would have an expectant look on their face, maybe anticipation as to what the newcomer thought of their room, or about the up-and-coming events that were about to unfold, yet James looked as blank as ever; a slight weakness in his eyes gave away to Jacob that he actually did care.

"So," Jacob replied in an undertone, not sure how to breach the topic of hooking up with a total stranger; a handsome stranger, though.

Jacob watched as James walked over to his bed and sat down on the edge of it. James had large feet, paired with large hands. Jacob wondered why he wasn't a swimmer with paddles like that. The tank top followed his body tightly, revealing the inverted triangle, characteristically given to muscular men, though James had a slim triangle, being on the lean-muscular side of fit. The top also displayed the curve in his back that rolled out into a smooth, luscious looking butt. Jacob felt the same grab in his stomach as he pictured sinking his teeth into the soft muscles of James' ass.

James sat down on the bed, his legs apart – much like every other man sat – with his heavy thighs revealed by the way the shorts rode up on his legs. James patted the bed next to him as he watched Jacob watch his legs. Teasingly, James spread them slightly wider; showing more but less at the same time; as spreading wider allowed visual access to what lay beneath the fabric, but it also tighten the cotton, restricting the view that Jacob reluctantly left behind as he followed James' lead.

Jacob sat down with a slight bump next to James, who stared at Jacob for a few seconds before leaning back on his hands and looking up at the ceiling. Jacob took that as a silent cue to start. He guessed tonight was going to have a lot of silence.

Jacob placed his deep brown hand against the pale leg of that night's subject. Slowly dragging his hand up the warm thigh, Jacob stopped as he reached the edge of the boxers, before returning to the bottom. Jacob was intrigued by the way his pace of movement that he continued had set the pace of James' deep breathing.

Jacob eventually slipped a finger under the cotton on the way up, this time causing James to inhale sharper than usual, before exhaling as Jacob pulled his hand out again.

Just then, James lay back on the bed, still with his eyes closed, his chest rose and fell in time to each of Jacob's movements. Soon James had wriggled out of his singlet which he dropped in a heap next to Jacob. The darker boy inhaled the strong smell of the worn top, wanting badly to pick it up and feel the warmth from the now mostly-naked man he had his hands all over.

With James on his back, his abs were stretched out, much like his pecs as he continued to breathe deeply with his eyes gently closed. Jacob's eyes traced down James' body; the grooves of his pecs, abs and the v-shaped muscle that lead into the cotton boxers were all egging him on to pleasure James until his insides were arid like a desert. Although James was going along with all of the feeling-up-goodness that Jacob was putting out, he was still worried about progressing to the next step; was James going to change his mind and snap at Jacob for being queer?

Jacob removed his hand from James' thigh (who released a lot of retained breath from all the caressing) and slowly, tentatively, unbuttoned the fly of James' boxers. When Jacob thought about it, he should have expected to see a soft cock inside the boxers, yet Jacob was still slightly taken aback by its divided attention. Jacob quickly shook off the disappointed feeling to marvel at his first circumcised cock. It was strangely different, yet exactly the same. He wondered what it would be like; Jacob had always enjoyed the gasp released from his pleasure receiver upon pulling the foreskin back for the first time.

Jacob pulled the meat through the fly, and rubbed it with his thumb and fore finger in an attempt to get it to rise before he put it in his mouth.

After a few minutes there was no such luck, no matter how much it seemed as though James was enjoying himself with the heavy breathing and slight moans, there was no activity expressed by his cock. Jacob felt impatient, then worried that we wasn't any good, but remembered all the juice he had drained in other men before this, knowing all those guys must have enjoyed it. So Jacob just went for it, slowly leant forward to put the dick in his mouth, but just before his plump, lips touched the tip of the cock, a hand was gently placed on Jacob's shoulder in such a way that made him stop.

"Sorry," was all James said, and Jacob knew he wasn't into it.

Damn, he thought, first cut cock and I didn't get to finish.

The hand on Jacob's shoulder lead him over to James, where Jacob ended up lying next to him, their heads perpendicularly next to each other, staring at the ceiling as if staring at the stars in a natural sky.

"Thought of a guy too disgusting?" Jacob inquired.

"No," James replied with such a long break that Jacob thought that was all he was going to say. "I'm fine with guys doing it, happened heaps before, I just don't think I'm ready yet." Even though this was the most Jacob had ever heard James say, it was still said in a quiet, slow and uninterested way.

There was silence and Jacob lay there on a stranger's bed with the stranger himself almost completely naked and his cock hanging out. The silence was broken by a soft, "thank you" from James.

"What for?"

"I know you were trying to help, not only me but Edward as well." There was silence as Jacob contemplated his reply, however James beat him to filling the silence. "Shame though, would have been nice to know what a good blowjob was like."

Jacob replied by leaning up on his elbow to look into James' face, then raising a confused eye brow.

"Yeah," James gracefully lifted himself up onto his elbow to mirror Jacob, all the while tucking his cock back into his boxers, "Rosalie only ever gave me one in our relationship, it was really half-assed, and Edward isn't any good."

"Edward?"

"My last break up was Edward's turn as well."

"But I thought you said the guy on guy stuff has happened heaps before?" Jacob asked perplexed.

"It has, but that was watching porn with other guys and giving each other a hand when we were younger, other than that I've only been through one break up so I've never had a load of guys who've been on it," he explained, gesturing to his cock.

Jacob bit the inside of his cheek to stop him from outwardly moaning at the acknowledgement of the cock he wanted in his mouth.

"Plus," Jacob snapped out of his trance with James' comment, "Edward told me you were one of his best."

Jacob's mind flashed images of the tensing of Edward's cock and the wheezing sounds he made as he climaxed. Jacob smiled causing a curious eye brow from James.

"It's just that Edward has a really nice coc-"

"I don't need to know, Jacob," James interrupted, almost in shock, "anyway, looks like Edward is here to give you a lift." James read the text from the phone he pulled of his bedside table.

"That was quick."

"Yeah, slightly insulting; as if he thinks I have no stamina," James commented in mock horror.

They both laughed, and even though Jacob hadn't tasted a nice dick that night, he smiled and felt good, thinking about the effort it must have taken James to make a joke, and he made that effort for Jacob.

"So... do I say anything?" Jacob asked, turning back from the door to see James sprawled out on his bed, blankly staring up at the ceiling.

"Don't worry, no one would ask, it's an unspoken rule I guess," James replied, and when Jacob hesitated for a moment, trying to press for an excuse just in case he was ever asked for one, James continued, "but you can just say 'it was fine', if anyone wants to know."

Jacob thought about the hidden meaning in James' words, how, behind the steely layers – whether intentionally built to keep people out, or innate features of his constitution – James must have care (if only slightly) about what people thought. So Jacob said in parting, "I'll let them know it was one of the nicest cocks I've ever had." James didn't make a move to continue, so Jacob left, smiling as he descended a stranger's staircase.

...

Jacob strode across the front lawn and plopped into the car next to Edward.

"So, what is it that I can do for you in return for that?" Edward questioned, his tone conveyed his attitude towards his repayment: anything he could do for Jacob would be better than sucking on one of his teammate's cocks.

"Well-" Jacob started, but was interrupted by Edward's phone vibrating and lighting up on the dashboard.

"It's a text from James... he said for me to let you know he says thank you." Jacob's smile widened considerably; if it took James just a slight effort to make a joke for Jacob, it would have taken a million times for effort to say 'thank you'. Edward glanced across to Jacob, beaming as he watched the road rush by him. "So, how'd it go then?" Edward asked curiously.

Jacob laughed, "It was one of the nicest cocks I've ever had."