CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

We stayed on the dancefloor a while longer and eventually my erection subsided. We made our way through the crowd towards the bar and it was there that I spotted Edward and Emmett again. Surprisingly they hadn't seemed to have noticed us yet, although Emmett saw me now as I headed towards them, deciding I should at least acknowledge them. He glanced at me around Edward and smirked slightly. Grinning, I moved closer and clapped a hand onto Edward's shoulder, making him jump visibly.

"Well, you are a party animal, aren't you?" I teased as he turned to look at me and predictably his face flushed vividly.

"What are you doing in here?"

"'I'm here with Paul; you recommended it, remember?"

"Um...yeah." He turned to look at Paul and raised a hand briefly in greeting. "You didn't see me dancing, did you?"

"Oh, yes," I grinned. "You were difficult to miss. You are allowed to have fun, Edward."

"You obviously were," put in Emmett, winking. "Practically humping on the dancefloor," he added for Edward's benefit and it was my turn to flush as I thought of myself grinding against Paul and groping him. Edward sniggered.

"You guys want some beers?" Paul offered and then turned away to get them, fighting his way through the two-deep layer of people surrounding the bar.

"How's it going?" Edward asked me.

"Pretty good. I thought it might be awkward at first, but it's not at all."

"He looks hot," my manager blurted and then flushed again as Emmett punched him lightly in the shoulder.

"Wandering eyes already, huh?"

"Don't tell me you don't look sometimes."

"Nope. Only have eyes for you, babe," Emmett grinned.

"Aww." I smirked at Edward, whose eyes were sparkling despite his red face. The pair's feelings for each other were written all over their faces.

When Paul returned with the beers, we spent an hour hanging out with my colleagues, which at least took our minds off of what would happen later. Although Edward had been to my apartment for dinner a few times, I'd never seen him socially otherwise and I quickly found that he and Emmett were great company. Paul seemed to be getting along well with them both too, although I had been a little anxious that he might not appreciate spending time with Emmett, given our very brief history.

When the beers were gone, Paul and I returned to the dancefloor, quickly becoming swallowed up amongst the crowd of dancers and continuing until our shirts were damp with sweat and our excitement and eagerness to be alone drove us towards the door. We found a cab outside and rode back to the gym in silence. Knowing what would happen when we arrived, suddenly I had nothing to say and Paul didn't speak either.

Ten minutes later I was unlocking the outer door and we hurried up the stairs to the apartment. I fumbled with the key to that door, almost dropping it before I got it into the lock, my heart racing and palms damp. Finally the door was open and I stepped inside, almost panting as Paul closed it firmly and then pushed me up against it, my back to him the same way he had done before we left hours before. I felt hot breath on my neck, his teeth grazing my skin as he nibbled the sensitive area beneath my ear, his arms around me and fingers hastily unfastening my shirt, then my belt and pants. I groaned when he brushed my cock as my zipper slid down and then his hands left me and he was fumbling with his own clothes.

Gasping, I leaned my weight on the door and slid one hand down to touch myself, gripping firmly and giving myself a few long slow pumps. Then Paul's hands were on me again, pushing my pants and underwear down around my thighs before he stepped closer, grinding himself against my butt, his freed cock nestling into my crack.

"Holy shit," I hissed, struggling to part my legs and finding them hampered by my pants around my thighs. Paul slid an arm around me, pushing my hand off of my erection and replacing it with his own, stroking me tantalisingly slowly while he rubbed himself against me, his cock sliding easily against my skin, lubricated with pre-cum.

"I'm so desperate to fuck you," he growled into my ear. "Want to do it right here..."

I would have let him do anything he wanted, anywhere he wanted, but to my surprise he drew away after a moment and I turned around.

"Paul?"

"Yeah, much as I want to fuck you against the door, it'll be over too quick and probably put you out of action for the rest of the weekend." He shrugged his shirt off and tossed it onto the couch, then toed off his shoes. I followed suit, shedding my clothes right there in the lounge, throwing them onto the furniture or simply dropping them on the floor. Then I led the way into my bedroom and lay down in the middle of the bed, waiting for Paul to join me. He advanced slowly, his thick cock quivering in front of him, the tip glistening in the dim light afforded from the uncovered window. I licked my lips, my eyes fixed on it as he climbed onto the bed and crawled over me, pushing my legs apart with his knee and lowering himself onto me.

I slid my arms around him, letting out a low moan as his body came into contact with mine, his erection resting alongside my own, the weight of him pinning me to the mattress. I ran my hands lightly up and down his back, tracing his spine and spreading my fingers out over his butt, squeezing the firm flesh. He looked down at me, his gaze heated and I stared back into his eyes, wondering if the look I saw in them was more than just lust. A few times before he'd looked at me as if he loved me too, but he had only hinted at it verbally, saying that he 'felt the same'. He had never said the words and I thought that even if he wanted to, he would probably think it was too soon to tell me.

He lowered his head suddenly and his mouth covered mine, our lips sliding together in a slow caress before our tongues met, his stroking over mine almost teasingly. His hips moved slightly, grinding his lower body against me, rubbing our cocks together, drawing another moan from me before his tongue plunged deeper into my mouth, muffling any further sound. My heart raced and I could feel myself leaking, adding to the lubrication Paul's cock had already provided. My balls were tight and aching and I knew it wouldn't take much to make me come. We could simply lie there that way, thrusting against each other and I would lose it within a few minutes.

Paul broke the kiss a moment later, lifting himself off of me a little. "Do you have lube?" he panted.

"In the top drawer. There are condoms there too."

He leaned over towards the chest beside the bed and retrieved the items, then stretched out at my side, squeezing lube onto his fingers. My legs were still splayed out on the mattress and I pulled my knees up as he reached down, stroking one finger over my perineum, circling my hole briefly and then moving away from it. I twitched and shivered, longing to touch myself, but knowing it would push me too close to the edge before anything could happen. Instead I began running my hand over Paul's chest, caressing the sculpted muscles, feeling his heart pounding beneath the firm flesh, capturing the nipple ring and tugging on it, giving it little twists and making him groan and curse, his erection throbbing against my hip.

I looked down, watching my neglected cock quivering against my belly while Paul's hand worked between my legs, the tip of one digit finally pushing into me, then withdrawing almost at once. I groaned in protest and he grinned, teasing my entrance with light touches, making me clench and shudder.

"Please," I begged helplessly.

"Begging, Jacob?"

"You better believe it. You're torturing me."

"You love it." His finger dipped into me again, deeper this time and I pushed myself eagerly against his hand. I let my eyes slide closed, concentrating on what I was feeling as he continued touching me tormentingly slowly and carefully, the one finger curling this way and that, stretching me slightly but not reaching far enough to touch my prostate.

"God, Paul," I panted. "I need more."

To my relief a second finger joined the first, not causing much more than very slight discomfort after my own recent explorations in the past few days. I sighed in relief as he thrust the two fingers firmly in and out, fucking me with them, scissoring a little to stretch me. I opened my eyes again, watching pre-cum leak from me and form a small puddle on my belly. Paul sat up suddenly and bent over me, the tip of his tongue reaching out to tease the head of my cock, catching another bead of fluid before it could drip from my slit. His lips parted and drew a couple inches of my length into his mouth, sucking on it firmly as he slowly pushed a third finger into me. I whimpered from a combination of the feel of his hot mouth and the slight burn of the invasion and his fingers moved more slowly while his mouth tugged at me insistently.

"Fuck, don't make me come yet," I begged, reluctantly reaching down to push at his head. I was torn between wanting to let him keep going until I exploded into his mouth, and waiting until he was filling me, each thrust of his hips shoving me into the mattress. I groaned again and he released me slowly and sat up.

"You ready?"

"Yeah," I panted.

He withdrew his fingers and picked up the condom packet he had removed from my drawer, tearing it open swiftly and rolling the rubber onto his erection. It seemed an age before he was done, but it could only have been a few seconds. He sat back on his heels and beckoned to me, indicating I should get up.

"How do you want me?" I sat up slowly.

"Turn around, sit on my lap."

I turned and kneeled with my lower legs either side of him, my butt hovering over his thighs. He drew me downwards slowly with one hand on my hip, the other guiding the tip of his cock into me. I grunted softly as the head breached my muscle and I held still, my thighs quivering as I held myself up, gradually pushing down onto him an inch at a time.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Paul gasped, his hands gripping both of my hips to support me. "I missed this."

"Me too." I rose up a little and then sank down again, letting myself stretch slowly and take the rest of his length into me, arching my back as his hands slid up my sides and around to my chest. I sat still, his erection filling me, twitching slightly within me, my body trembling all over. His hands caressed my pecs, one quickly moving lower and tracing the ridges of my abs before it followed the narrow line of hair down to the root of my cock and gripped it firmly. I thrust up into his hand and gyrated my hips, grinding myself onto him, hearing the sharp hiss of his breath being sucked in through his teeth. I lifted myself up a little, letting half his length slip from me before I pushed down again harder and we adopted a slightly awkward rhythm, his hand pumping me while I rode him, sometimes up and down and up smoothly, sometimes halting with my thighs flush with his, rolling my hips until he was cursing in my ear and pushing me up again.

He felt so good; every part of him felt good - his warm, strong hands caressing me, rubbing and squeezing; his lips and teeth on my neck or the back of my shoulder; his thick shaft filling me. He rose up on his knees suddenly, both hands on my hips now and I leaned forward, planting my own hands on the mattress and sliding my knees further apart. My head dropped between my shoulders and I let my arms bend and slide forward as Paul began to drive himself harder into me, his thighs slapping against the backs of mine, his cock dragging over my prostate repeatedly.

"Yes," I hissed. "Harder...fuck me, Paul...God, you feel so good...more...harder..." I was babbling, probably fairly incoherently, my words interspersed with groans and gasps as he pounded himself into me, his fingers digging into my hips and probably leaving the same marks they had the first time we had been together. I reached back and began to jerk myself off, trying to keep in time with his thrusts, but finding it impossible as he pistoned into me faster and harder, driving me towards the wall until I had to brace the other hand against it to prevent my head banging into the end of the bed.

I was so close, my orgasm just a few seconds out of reach. Heat coiled in my belly and began to spread outwards, balls tightening and threatening to shoot my load onto the mattress in front of me. I slowed my hand movements determinedly, wanting to make it last just another minute.

"Jake...fuck...gonna come..." Paul growled. "Come for me. Let me feel it."

I gave up and let myself go, my cock pulsing in my hand, spilling over my fingers and onto the bed, my ass clenching tighter around Paul and pulling his own orgasm from him. Just as I was teasing the last drops from myself, I felt him fill the condom, his movements slowing suddenly and his hands slipping on my damp flesh.

"Fuck...so good..." he panted.

I stayed still, disappointed when he pulled out of me and moved away to dispose of the condom. I sank down onto the bed and rolled over, grimacing as my back came into contact with my own fluid on the sheet. Paul lay down beside me, laying one heavy arm across my belly, still breathing hard, his skin slick with sweat as was mine. I ran my hand over his chest, feeling his racing heart and I looked up slowly and met his eyes.

"I love you, Paul."

Again his response was to cover my mouth with his, as breathless as we both were, and lazily kiss me until we were forced to draw apart to suck in oxygen. I guessed it was still too soon for him and I tried to tell myself that the look on his face and in his eyes was enough. I let my eyes close, thinking that I would get up in a few minutes and take a quick shower, but my body felt too heavy to move. I rolled away from Paul a little as my breathing slowed and he spooned up against my back, his arm still around my middle. Just like our first time, we drifted into sleep together, spent and sated.

I wasn't sure how long I slept, but when I opened my eyes again it was still dark. I could hear Paul's even breathing and feel the warmth of it on my neck and I guessed he was still sleeping. We lay in the same position we had slipped away in, his knees tucked into the backs of mine, arm around my waist, his cock now hard again and pressed against my ass.

"...you."

I wasn't expecting him to speak and what he said was muffled, his mouth against my neck and I missed the first part.

"What d'you say?" I murmured.

"I said I love you," he said more clearly.

Instantly I was wide awake, my heart lurching and skipping and I turned over quickly, raising my hand to touch his face. He looked serious, but his eyes sparkled in the darkness and I leaned in to brush my lips over his before I answered.

"Love you too."

He moved closer to me and pressed his face into my neck and I slid my arm around him. His heart was pounding as rapidly as mine and a minute or so passed without either of us moving or speaking.

"Would've told you a long time ago," Paul said, his lips brushing my skin as he spoke. "I just kept trying to tell myself it wasn't real, when you weren't free to be with me."

"I'm so sorry for the way everything happened," I told him. "I knew how I felt about you from the first time you came to New York; I just screwed everything up. I hated hurting you, I just didn't know what to do for the best."

"And now?"

"Now I am free to be with you. The divorce papers are signed; Leah knows about you and she'll eventually find somebody else. Sarah still has to come first with me if she needs anything and she can't know about me and you yet; she's too young."

"I can understand that," Paul said. "I'm not gonna try to encroach on anything here. I think at least for now, we're just going to get a weekend together every couple of weeks. Work will keep us apart if nothing else."

"At least I can get away more now," I said. "My new assistant manager is really good and Emmett often helps Edward out as well as being a trainer."

"So when do you have to be back there?"

"Not until Monday, although I have to take Sarah to school first."

"I can stay until then. If you want me to. I'll just leave early, whatever time you need to kick me out."

"It'll be about seven-thirty or so. There's a train at eight-thirty," I told him and then moved closer again to kiss him, caressing his lips with mine for a long moment before I drew back again. "I think we should stop talking now."

"Yeah, we have some catching up to do," he responded with a smirk.

I slid my hand down between us and captured his erection, which was nudging my belly insistently, leaving a wet smear of pre-cum on my skin. Grasping it firmly, I rubbed my thumb over the head and then stroked down its length, pushing my hips forward to bring my own hard-on into contact with it. Paul groaned as I rubbed both cocks together and covered my hand with his own, stroking us more firmly for a minute or two before pulling our hands off.

"Fuck, Jake, I need to come so badly. I've never been so desperate to fuck anyone, even though it's only been a few hours."

"Me too," I panted. "I want your cock in me. Fuck me, Paul."

"Where's the lube?"

I groped around for the bottle and passed it to him, raising my leg and draping it over his hip as he coated his fingers in the slick fluid and then reached down between my legs. One finger pushed gently into me and then a second and I moaned, resuming touching both of us lightly, teasing our throbbing erections while Paul prepared me, slowly stretching me although after our session a few hours before, I didn't need him to take so much time over it.

"I'm ready," I whispered, releasing him. I rolled over to face away from him, one leg raised and the foot braced in front of me to give him access. He pressed himself close to me, tucking himself between my legs, his hard heat sliding against me. I lowered my leg again, trapping him there between my thighs and his arm slid around me, his mouth touching my neck as he palmed me slowly, pressing my cock against my belly. His hips moved slightly, shallow thrusts pushing his cock back and forth and I shuddered and gyrated, loving this new feeling but at the same time wanting more. I wanted him in me and again I wondered how it would feel without a condom between us. I didn't voice it, concerned that it was too soon to discuss it, that maybe he wouldn't want to or would think it too much of a risk, but I couldn't help thinking about how good he would feel inside me; how it would feel if he came inside of me.

"Fuck," I hissed and suddenly he was cupping my balls, tugging on them while I shivered and trembled, fighting back my orgasm.

"You are eager," Paul chuckled, pulling himself out from between my legs and releasing me. "Breathe."

I laughed shortly, sucking in a long breath and blowing it out slowly and shakily.

"Wanna tell me what you were thinking?" He sat up and leaned over me, feeling around blindly in the top drawer of my chest until he found a condom.

"It was just...you fucking me," I panted. "I need you in me; want you so much."

I heard the condom wrapper tear, the rubber rolling onto him and then the wet sound of lube again as he coated his shaft in it. Then his hand slid under my knee, raising my leg and the blunt head of his cock pushed against me, seeking access. I breathed out again slowly as he slid in, pausing with only the head in me and replacing his arm around me although he rested his hand on my stomach instead of my cock. I rocked back against him, taking him deeper, his thick length filling and stretching me again until his body was flush with mine.

"Feels so good," I murmured. "Love you so much; love your big cock."

His teeth nibbled my ear and warm breath blew into it and down my neck. "I love your tight ass; love it when you squeeze me when you're coming..."

"I'm not gonna take long," I admitted. Even without him touching me, the feel of him inside me, gradually beginning to slide back and forth now, gentle shallow thrusts, was pushing me closer again and I wasn't going to be able to stop it this time. Instead I let myself go, moving with him, pulling his hand off my belly and placing it over my cock, bucking my hips to fuck his fist as it closed around me. It wasn't frantic and fast-paced as the first time had been, but slow and languid and no less needy. My balls were tight against my body, the base of my cock thickening in Paul's hand, spine tingling as I began to lose control.

"Come for me, Jake," he panted, gripping me tighter and then I was spilling into his hand and onto the bed, my ass clenching around him. He released my spent cock and slid his hand under my leg, manoeuvring me so that he could get just a little deeper although he didn't increase the speed of his thrusts into me as his own orgasm approached. I continued to move with him, gasping for breath, my own cock softening, over sensitive, still leaking a little.

"So close," Paul panted. "You feel so fucking good. Christ Jacob!" This last was almost a yell as he released into the condom and this time he stayed in me, lying still against me, his heart hammering against my back, slick hot skin against skin, warm breath puffing rapidly onto my neck. Gradually he began to soften and he reached down to rescue the condom as he slipped out, then spooned up against me once more and wrapped one arm tightly around me. "Love you," he breathed.

It was the second time he had said it and it gave me just as much of a thrill as the first time. Finally I had what I really wanted; I had Paul; I had his heart and I vowed I wasn't going to do anything to so much as bruise it ever again.