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Warnings: Drama, gay sex, very mild BDSM.

Chapter 17: La Push Beach

They had sat at Gaya until late, talking about their lives, when Jasper had looked at his watch. He had to be at the hospital early the next day, and so he couldn't afford to stay much longer. Edward had nodded pensively, feeling surprisingly saddened at the prospect of saying goodbye. Jasper had then offered to take him home. Edward had stared at Jasper in disbelief at those words, thinking Jasper wanted him to go home home, but Jasper merely smirked: a while later Jasper parked his car in front of Brad and Angela's modest house.

Edward had gotten out of the car, slammed the door shut and walked around the car's front to Jasper's side. He had already slid his window down. Through it they watched each other calmly, smiling pleasantly. Finally Jasper had turned and drooped his head, sighing.

"I guess this is goodbye for now," he had stammered with sorrow in his voice. Edward merely nodded, sighed a goodbye and made to walk back around the front of the car, to Brad and Angela's front door. Jasper started the car and turned on the lights. It was a bit foggy, and the lights shone out through the darkness, forming two big cones in otherwise gloomy surroundings.

"Wait!" A voice suddenly called behind Edward when he stood right in front of the car. He turned around at the sonorous callback.

The car's engine rumbled modestly and the car's lights blinded Edward's sight. He held up a hand to counter their blinding effect and he watched where the voice had come from: the car door stood open and Jasper stood beside it, taking slow steps towards him. Finally they stood in front of each other, breathing heavily; Jasper's face distorted with regret while Edward's expression was merely calm.

Little did both of them know that, on the first floor of Brad and Angela's house, a curtain had moved. Behind the window stood two figures. Silently they watched the scene in front of their house unfold.

Two guys in the lights of the car, enveloped in a cocoon of silence that wasn't breached even by the car's engine purring beside them. One last time that evening they fell into each other's arms. Tears rolled down already humid cheeks, glistening brilliantly in the headlights. When they broke their embrace, they held each other for a few more minutes, before patting each other boyishly on the back and letting go.

In the house, two figures embraced each other tightly.

Jasper got back in the car, Edward walked to the house's front door. On his way he looked up, and saw the shadowy figures. Instantly his mind recalled a similar situation. A chill ran over his spine at the thought of the clenched fist of his father, the curtains being drawn, the light going out, the silence of a life that was over.

He heaved a deep sigh as he looked back up again and saw the smiles of Brad and Angela, veiled by darkness. The dark thoughts that had emerged quickly returned to where they came from as a joyful smile curled his lips. He turned around and watched how Jasper put the car into first gear, then stared back at him. They smiled, both of them, as they waved each other goodbye.

The next morning Edward had breakfast with a smile. Reconnecting with Jasper had been surprisingly easy, and he felt relieved at hearing how his brother regarded their father. It was at thinking the night over again that he was reminded about his mobile phone and purse: in his fatigue at dealing with so many emotions that evening, he had completely forgotten about them. He raced upstairs where he rummaged through his few belongings. Holding his phone in hand, he quietly walked down the stairs to rejoin with his breakfast in the kitchen. Angela had made it there too in the meantime, having taken a shower just now. Wisps of damp hair veiled half her face as she rummaged through the cupboards. Noticing Edward entering, she immediately discontinued her search for a bowl and a spoon and greeted him good morning. As he sat down, she did the same, watching him with anxious eyes.

After a few moments of tense expectation she finally couldn't hold it in anymore: "We saw you hug each other goodbye."

Edward looked up and could only smile at her tense faces, eyes wide in anticipation of good news. "Yes," he answered meekly, and ducked her piercing gaze. "Things went well."

Angela's face relaxed and she smiled pleasantly. "That's good," she said quietly, patting him softly on the back as he refocused on his phone. She went back to rummaging through the cupboards; it was evident to her that Edward needed some time alone.

While they had talked, Edward had turned his phone on, a black iPhone 4. The battery was at 15%; quite amazing given how long it had been on standby. Especially because it wasn't the newest of models and its slowness was a bit annoying, but at this point Edward was mostly just thankful for getting his stuff back. He lazily swiped over the crystal-clear screen to unlock the phone. He was presented with the home screen, adorned by a picture of a biking Jacob.

Edward smirked. He had placed that photo there a long time ago, back when he had seen Jacob for the second time. Intent on not letting the beauty escape, he took a few pictures. None of them great quality, but better than nothing. With a sigh he now navigated to the photo album. Soon he came across a photograph of a Robin, no doubt taken by a nature photographer he had come across on the Internet. He set that to be his new home screen background.

Wistfully he pressed the home button and looked at the result of his handiwork when his phone started alerting him to received messages, and no less than nine of them. Raising his eyebrows in surprise he started the messaging app.

His mother. All nine of them. All sent within the first four hours after being thrown out of his parental home. He started reading them.

"I'm so sorry Edward, you can't imagine. Your father is a brute. For the love of god, just may he be, come back home my love!"

"Oh Edward, please come back? I beg you, you must be scared and angry which i of course understand, but please come back? I'm so scared for you!"

"I still haven't heard from you sweetheart and i'm going sick with worry. please let me know where you are and I'll come to you!"

"I called friends of you but nobody knows where you are please edward please I'm going crazy"

Edward read his mother's first four messages without knowing what to feel. Each of them got more deranged with grief, got more pressing in their tone and urgency to see him back. The spelling and grammar deteriorated from message to message. He looked up from the phone, staring into the emptiness as he pictured her sitting in a corner of the bedroom, sobbing, wet tissues spread on the floor, ramming the virtual keyboard of her iPhone. And finally Jasper's head peeking around the corner, noticing her swollen, red eyes and the wet tissues.

He remembered his mother's sobs as his father struck him. Apparently he had not been wrong in his assessment of her feelings: she had been crying from grief, possibly from fear. He continued reading the messages. Lisps of hatred danced around in his belly like a fire, mixing in with the maternal grief that was so evident in his mother's increasingly demented messages. He wondered in what state she must have been.

Brad's thunderous steps on the stairs announced that he was about to go to work, and tore Edward away from his mother's messages. Still feeling dread churning uneasily in his stomach, Edward eyed the clock: it was about 9AM. Electing to deal with his mother later, he finished his breakfast, cleared the table and ran upstairs, saying goodbye to Brad on his way up. He chucked his phone on the bed, pulled out some neater looking clothing out of the pile Angela had deposited on the table next to his bed, and got dressed.

With a heavy heart Edward put down the phone. "Bad news?" Angela asked him. She looked at him from the other side of the living room, looking over her glasses and her newspaper.

"I guess. Jacob and I are kind of on hold."

"Agh," Angela replied wistfully, her eyes twinkling with sadness. She put down her newspaper and folded her hands on her lap. She kept her head slanted sideways, so that her long, grey hairs fell down unencumbered on one side, but draped her slim face on the other. "I'm sorry to hear that Edward."

"It's for the best though," Edward continued with a sigh. "We need to figure out what we want, and besides, this leaves me room to get answers from my family."

"Oh?" Angela replied, inviting Edward to continue.

"Yeah, Jasper said some interesting things." He waited a moment, to let that statement sink in with Angela – which that was quite unnecessary. She waited politely for Edward to pick up the story, though.

"My mother seems to miss me," he said slowly, cautiously. "I'm wondering if I should try to arrange for a meeting with her." He looked up at Angela with a questioning look, searching Angela for an answer. She seemed pleased, though worried.

"That sounds like a good plan, but I sense your hesitation. Why?"

Edward pursed his lips. "She betrayed my trust once. How do I know she won't do it again?"

"Hm," Angela replied, cupping her chin. "Would you feel more confident if Brad or I accompanied you?"

Edward's eyes twinkled for a moment with appreciation, but he soon ducked her gaze. "No, I think I ought to do this by myself. I'll ask Jasper to be there, I'm sure he'll be willing." Angela nodded curtly and kept staring at Edward.

"Well good luck dear. If we can help, please say so, will you?" She looked at Edward pleadingly. Edward smiled warmly in response and nodded. "'Course," he said, and went back to his room to call Jasper.

"So what is the deal with you and Edward then?" Embry asked in a hesitant tone. His beautiful features were contorted in a slight wince, as if he was expecting Jacob's words to be hurtful.

"I'm not entirely sure," Jacob admitted with a sigh. "I called him this morning, and we had a short talk."

"Oh?" Embry replied, surprise widening his eyes slightly.

"Yeah. After you left the other day we had a talk." Jacob stared into the void in front of him, not noticing Embry was getting increasingly fidgety. Jacob, however, turned to the fridge without looking up, opening the door to grab the cold bottle of peach-flavored ice-tea. He unscrewed the cap and set the bottle to his lips. Embry stared unmoving, lust filling his loins as he watched Jacob's prominent Adam's apple bobbing up and down with every tug Jacob drew from the bottle.

When Jacob broke contact with the bottle and dried his lips with the back of his forearm, Embry looked down, not wanting to catch Jake staring at him so intently. He was too late though: Jacob had turned around already and was smiling at Embry pleasantly. Embry couldn't tear his eyes of that grin, so mesmerized was he by that face. They remained silent for a moment while Jacob screwed the cap onto the bottle and placed it back in the fridge. He looked worried for a moment.

"You want to drink something?" He asked.

"Ice-tea would be nice," Embry admitted with a grin.

"Ice-tea coming up," Jacob replied as he took the bottle, filled a glass, and gave it to Embry. He took a sip from it, realizing as he did so that just a moment ago, some molecules of this drink might have been in direct contact with Jacob's damp mouth.

That's where Embry wanted to be, too.

He put the glass down with some kind of hesitation, and looked at the glass for a moment to gather his courage. In the meantime he couldn't stop thinking about their boyish play fight, before Edward had to come and disturbed them. Really, he was so near to unzipping Jacob's pants and going for his dick, just like…

"Jacob," Embry started, looking up to meet Jake's piercing black eyes. He could feel his cock stir, the head brushing the rough fabric of his cut-off pants.

"What is it?" Jacob asked confidently.

"Do you ever think about all those years ago?" Embry's mouth twitched a bit, nervous as he was to hear Jacob's answer. He prayed to god he wouldn't say 'no'. Instead, Jacob merely smirked.

"La Push beach?"

Embry ducked Jacob's gaze and nodded slowly. When he looked up he saw Jacob's face had sported a relaxed expression. He was smiling happily, his thoughts clearly having trailed of to that time. Embry joined him in his ruminations. Thought about the yellow sand, and how it shone a bright gold in the afternoon sun. How it slid in-between their toes, and remained stuck in every nook and cranny. He remembered the wind brushing their young, soft skins. He thought about how the pine trees swayed slightly, and the seagulls fluttered high in the sky.

He was brought back to that one moment, where they were lying in that coarse sand, remembered how it slipped into his pants when he was pushed down on his back. A shadow mounted him, sat on his thighs, straddled his lap, nudging and fidgeting around so that he could feel the friction on his leaking cock. A dark stain of pre-cum had formed on his pants through his underwear when the head got trapped in-between those firm ass cheeks. A smile hovered above him, and it came closer, penetrated his mouth. It broke off, reassurance glittering in the eyes above him.

Jacob. They had kissed, and it was like the world had a meaning. Embry sighed wistfully when he was brought back to the present. Jacob was staring at him intently with a rather harsh, stern expression. It made Embry feel rather uncomfortable.

"I remember Embry. How can I forget?" A smile twitched in Jacob's lips, to Embry's relief. He smiled back at Jacob, though hesitantly. It faltered soon though as he thought about why he thought Jacob might have forgotten the memories of La Push.

"Well, Edward…" he said quietly, now ducking Jacob's gaze altogether.

"Ah," Jacob sighed, exhaling a full breath. "That why you asked about my situation between him and me?"

Embry nodded slowly. "Yeah, it's confusing to me, man. You seem so wrapped up with that guy…" he mumbled lowly. Jake pushed himself away from the kitchen counter and came to sit at the table. He sighed.

"I'm sorry man, things have been confusing. And after you came to me confessing that you're gay, you kind of threw me off guard."

"And then Edward called you," Embry said, his voice trailing off into somewhat of lowly growl. Jacob looked at him.

"I'm sorry Em, I didn't do right by you." He extended a hand, but Embry didn't reciprocate.

"And even though I don't particularly like the guy, I have to say that you also didn't really do right by Edward," Embry spoke with an undertone of anger. Jacob withdrew his hand, seeing that Embry wasn't in the mood for it.

"I've been kind of pitting the two of you against each other," Jacob sighed. "Believe me when I say I didn't want it to go like that."

"You just hate making choices, don't you?" Embry spoke. Jacob's eyes stayed fixed on Embry for a moment.

"God, you understand me so well, Embry, it amazes me every time," Jacob said a bit breathlessly. Embry smiled.

"We have known each other for a while, Jake, of course I know you well. I mean, we even…" he trailed off as a blush reddened his cute cheeks. His mouth curled up into an embarrassed smile.

"Yeah, I remember," Jacob spoke, grinning, exposing his white teeth. "Was great though, wasn't it?" he winked.

Embry nodded enthusiastically. They were silent for a moment, when Jacob spoke: "My father saw us, you know?" Immediately Embry's smile faded away, and his russet-coloured face turned lobster-red. "Oh no, really?"

Jacob nodded slowly as he recalled his father's words. His gaze dropped to the table. "Yeah man. I came out to him a few days ago, after he caught me with Edward at home. He asked me about you and me back then, asked me if I was gay."

"Gosh," Embry said, startled at the revelation. "I thought you were out all along, you know?"

Jacob shook his head as he lifted his gaze back up, to meet Embry's enthralling stare. "No, only you and some of the other guys knew. Now my father was added to the club, but I guess he knew all along." Jacob sighed. "He took it well though, so no harm done." He smiled a crooked smile at Embry.

"I'm glad for you that it turned out well, Jake," he spoke, genuine honesty ringing through his voice.

"Thanks man, you're a good friend," Jacob spoke.

It was not very noticeable, but at the word 'friend' Embry's smile faltered ever so slightly. He tried to steer the conversation back to the beach at La Push.

"But funny that your father saw us. Remember how it all went down?"

Jacob chuckled anew, grinning quietly. "Yeah, on you," he finally spoke, smiling impishly. Embry's blush returned to his face. He closed his eyes and slouched back into his chair.

"Yeah, was pretty great," he sighed wistfully, hanging his head back in the chair as he recalled how Jacob's damp mouth had enveloped his dick with a humid warmth. He felt his loins tingle with mounting excitement at the memory when suddenly he heard a chair scrape on the cold kitchen tiles. He opened his eyes and met Jacob's stare, just inches away from his face.

"I have to make a decision, Embry, I know that," he started softly.

"What? A decision about what?" Embry replied cautiously, frowning.

"About you and Edward. I gotta choose. I can't keep playing you both like this, or I'd be just like that bitch Bella."

Embry's head swayed a bit sideways. "The girl that had you on the side while she was actually doing this Mike guy?"

Jacob nodded. He cocked his chin, spoke: "Fortunately I turned out gay, so it didn't really matter. Still, the stupid girl betrayed me. I know what it feels like. Don't want to do that to you, Embry."

"So?" Embry mumbled quietly, his eyes widening. Jacob took his eyes briefly away from Embry.

"Edward and I are on hold. We have to think about what we want."

Embry smiled, becoming a bit light-headed with some sense of relief. "And what do you want, Jake?" Embry asked nervously.

"Don't get me wrong… I like Edward, but he's a bit fucked up and I'm not sure if I can trust him, not after how things went down between us. I'm not sure how I can trust him in this… lifestyle that we would probably engage in." Embry stayed quiet, not exactly sure what Jacob was hinting at, though the movie he had watched with Jake the other day – Secretary – didn't leave much to the imagination: there was a particular scene in which the protagonist, a submissive, was slapped on the ass by her Master.

"And so, I choose you." He raised his gaze to meet Embry's, on whose face a huge smile had appeared, though it was quickly followed by a confused frown.

"But, what will happen when you both know what you want? And what about the… lifestyle?"

Jacob sighed. "I started to be honest with you, so I'll stay honest. I'll be frank. I'm not much of a top. I can do it, have done it in the past, but I'm really more of a bottom, I think." Jacob's voice was steady and confident, Embry noted. He seemed to know what he was talking about.

"And… what if I can't give you what you want? What if I'm not the top you need?" Embry asked with resignation.

Jacob smiled lightly at seeing Embry's troubled look. "I figured we could give it a go. I can try topping you, you can try topping me – we can see where things go." Jacob quickly resettled in a different position, crouching in front of Embry.

"There is one thing I know, Embry: I like you, man, and I'm willing to take the risk of it not working out the way we want, if it means that there is a chance that things do work out."

Embry smiled and nodded. "I'm willing to do the same, Jake." He frowned again as he stared down at Jacob. "This lifestyle you mentioned… I assume you mean this SM stuff, right?"

Jacob nodded, spoke "yeah" as his attention fixed on Embry's flushed lips. "You seemed intrigued the other day, when we watched that movie?" Jacob's expression spoke of genuine curiosity, without even a hint of smugness. Embry thought back, recalling the vivid imagery. He had definitely found it intriguing, even if he wasn't entirely sure what to make of it just yet. He remembered Edward's rogue-ish stare when Jacob had revealed that Embry and he had watched the movie together. Edward's curious, almost wild grin had confused Embry, though he had found it weirdly exciting also.

Embry stayed quiet and shifted on the chair uncomfortably. "I don't know man. It's all quite new to me." He looked over Jacob's face, and saw a hopeful twinkle in those dark eyes. He quickly added: "but maybe we can try something?"

Jacob's face lighted up at that. It was clear to Embry that BDSM was important to Jacob, though he didn't quite know why. He hastened to add another tidbit of info: "But Jake, I want to take this real slow, yeah?"

Jacob nodded. "Sure man, of course! I won't repeat with you the mistake Edward made with me: rushing it." He smiled the kind of smile that would leave anybody without resistance. Embry could feel his heart melt away at those sparkling eyes. Jacob was such a beauty that it made his cock stiffen in an instant. Jacob had noticed it, apparently, for he threw a quick glance at Embry's groin area. Grinning, he extended a hand, and massaged it through the fabric of the pants. Embry could only close his eyes and lean his head back at the sensation.

"Jake…" he said breathlessly. "Let's go back to the beach," he whispered, his voice thick with lust.

Jacob grinned at the calm expression on Embry's face as he opened the zipper of Embry's pants, moving them down very gently so as to not disturb Embry in his peaceful state of mind.

Embry wasn't wearing underwear. As soon as the cut-offs were removed, Embry's nice cock jutted out, the head still dry. Jacob fumbled a bit with his fingers, stroking Embry's golden dick gently along the underside. Embry whined, slightly frustrated with the lack of sensation. Then Jacob took Embry's throbbing limb in his full hand and gave a few intense pumps that had Embry moan harshly.

Suddenly all sensation was gone. Confused and annoyed Embry raised his gaze to stare at Jacob's wild grin.

"What the hell man? Why did you stop?"

Jacob huffed and smirked. "What's the problem boy? Not happy with my treatment of your slick dick?" He raised his eyebrow suggestively.

"Man, what the hell?" Embry was obviously confused at this spectacle. He made to stroke himself if Jake wasn't going to, but his hands were slapped away roughly.

"Oh no, no touching."

"Oh Christ," Embry replied, sighing in defeat. "This the stuff Edward did with you?"

Jacob nodded happily. "Yeah, the less harsh stuff. You said to begin slowly, so that's what we're doing. Now keep those hand behind your neck and lean back comfortably, my boy." Jacob grinned at his own words, surprised at how the domination made him feel. It wasn't as bad as he thought, even enjoyable up to some degree. Really though, he wished Embry would do this to him instead of the way it was now.

Embry, meanwhile, was grinning ferociously. He quite liked the restrictions Jacob imposed. He folded his hands behind his neck and sat back in the chair, cock hard and out, now glistening with the first few drops of pre-cum. Jacob grinned at the sight of it. He grabbed Embry's dick just below the head, and massaged it with his thumb, smearing the droplets of pre-cum over the head. It became shiny and smooth with the attention. Embry bucked a few times as he lurched his head back, the sensitivity making him bark in pleasure.

"Like that, you dirty little cub?" Jacob asked seductively. "God yes" was the breathless answer that was returned to him. Jacob nodded in approval. "Wanna have more?" Another breathless answer – "Fuck yeah!" – quickly escaped Embry's soft lips. Soon he felt how his dick was strangled with a humid warmth, and it occurred to him that Jacob had taken him into his mouth. He felt a wet tongue lolling about his shaft, sliding over the head. The sensation was lovely, and Embry cringed with the bliss that rose up to his consciousness. Those flushed lips started moving up and down his throbbing cock now, impaling his normal quiet thoughts with a wave of intoxicating pleasure.

"You feel so good, Jake," he mumbled with some effort. A lowly moan emanated from his groin area, after which suddenly the feeling went away. In slight shock he made to raise his head and see what was going on when two fingers clenched around his sac, just above his balls. Slowly, but without any apparent sting, his balls were stretched downward. The feeling was entirely new to Embry, and it felt great. At the same time the pressure increased around the base of his dick. One or two pubic hears got caught in the strangling hold Jacob had on it, causing a twinge of pain that had Embry wince slightly.

"Like it when I strangle your dick and balls like that, boy?"

Jacob's husky voice nearly sent Embry into a fit. It was so darn smooth that it made Embry drool with lust.

"I love this Jake…."

"Good," came a quiet answer. His dick was quickly wrapped in wetness again, while the tugging on his balls endured. Jacob licked Embry's shaft, swirled his tongue magically around the head, bobbed up and down on it as his tongue glided at the underside of the shaft. Some things were just nice, others were mind-blowing. Panting, Embry sat on the wooden kitchen chair. He felt he was nearing climax and was getting enough of the delay. He loosened his grip on his neck and soon he found Jacob's neat hairdo.

He gripped it.

His cock was suddenly cold and lonely, a breath of air brushing the flushed limb and his hands were smacked away. In shock he opened his eyes and stared at a stern face.

"Hands on your neck boy, I never told you to take them away from there!"

Jacob's tone was rough, even dominant. Slightly bewildered, Embry moved his hands back to his neck. He wasn't quite sure what to think of this.

"But, I was nearing climax! God Jake, please let me cum for god's sake!"

Jacob had waited for that frustration to appear. "Very good Em, beg me for it!"

Embry was slightly miffed now. He couldn't deny that Jacob's stern voice was exciting, the mental bonds he received liberating in new and strange ways, but it felt disconcerting also. Jacob stayed in character pretty well, though. He moved down Embry's body again, caressing the pretty abs, licking the thin line of hair that brought Jacob's tongue back to Embry's trembling dick. He looked up to stare at Embry's face briefly.

"Good." His eyes sparkled appreciatively. "Now let's go back to the beach, shall we?"

Those words immediately pulled a broad smile to Embry's face. As Jacob went down on Embry's dick again, Embry let his head fall backward and his fantasy took over.

With a thud my back lands on the dry, coarse sand. I can feel it slipping into my pants. My underwear is loose, and I feel grains skid annoyingly into the crack of my ass. My thoughts can't stay there for long, for the shadow of Jacob's tantalizing body engulfs my world. I stare into his eyes that sparkle with a newfound lust as he sits on my thighs. He rubs up and down so that my already hard dick strains against the fabric of my underwear. He comes down on me, and we kiss passionately. When he retreats, he smiles impishly. His body moves backward and for a moment I'm left to my own devices, wondering where he went.

My pants are pulled down. The wind caresses my wet cock. I feel warmth and look up. Jacob has my dick in his mouth.

He watches me from down there, his eyes twinkling, and I smile back. His pretty little mouth, my dick filling the void of it, runs up and down my shaft like the driving mechanism of a steam locomotive. It fills my loins with a new delight that I have never felt before; no masturbation ever felt this great! I moan as I raise my hands to my head and grab my hair in frustration with the assault of blissful feelings. I want more and start to buck, fucking Jacob's mouth. He stops his movement and lets me do what I want. I go faster and faster, my dickhead bumping into the back of Jacob's throat. He gags a bit now and then and I go slower, not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable.

He hears my moans, and I hear his.

We are joined in body and mind. I briefly raise my head, wanna seem him get fucked by my spear; wanna see my sword impale his mouth. So hot. I see him bobbing up and down on my hard dick, touching himself, stroking himself and he moans like the devil chasing a sinner. We both do.

"I'm gonna cum," I start to whisper, not wanting others at the beach to hear us, and I hear his muffled voice uttering something similar. My loins fill with bliss, and my whole body trembles when I gush forth my seed into his mouth. He cums slightly afterwards, tilting his body just so, that sick strands of warm milk drape my abs.

Jacob and Embry were both panting as they came back out of their fantasy, released from their respective sexual highs. Embry tilted his head and saw Jacob stand over him, cock in hand, giving it a few slow tugs. His head was hanging back slightly and his mouth was slightly open. Inside he saw white smears, though Jake had probably swallowed much of Embry's sperm already. Embry looked at Jacob's quivering cock, saw a drop hanging from it. It bounced around gently until it fell down, landing together with its brothers and sisters on Embry's abs. Thick lines of seed coated his abs. He extended a finger and pulled a smear into his mouth, tasting the salt. The taste of Jacob.

Once more Embry stared at Jacob's cock. He moved forward, without judgment and with conviction and embraced Jacob's still stiff limb in his mouth. Jacob merely moaned in response. Embry sucked harshly as he went up Jake's shaft, it making a vulgar popping sound as it was freed from Embry's damp grasp.

"Oh man," Jacob whispered, lowering his gaze to look at Embry. They smiled at each other quietly.

"I love La Push beach, don't you?" Embry finally whispered. Jake nodded in reply, removing his shirt. He pulled Embry out of the chair. They stared for a moment before they shared a passionate kiss, groping each other like it was their last day on earth, the cum on Embry's abs making squishy sound between their hugging bodies. When they broke off their passion, they merely ogled each other.

"Yeah, I love La Push beach," Jake answered meekly.