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Chapter 12

Edward didn't know what had happened but, the last two days Jacob had been avoiding it only returning to the room to sleep. He declined going out to see the city with Edward so they could get away from the stuffy rooms even with air conditioning on. The rooms were bleak as the bright sun hurt the sick man's eyes. When he brought it up with Seth and Jasper, they too didn't know the reason saying that he seemed his normal self when he visited. The morning dawned like any other in Brazil, hot and humid. Finally, they were heading back to New York. Paul was up but, very shaky on his legs and tired easily. Edward helped him out to the waiting taxi that would be taking them to the airport. Jacob was walking behind Jasper who carried his young lover bridal style. Putting the luggage in the trunk, Jacob climbed in the front with the driver. The photographer sighed, it wouldn't be so hard if he knew what he was supposed to have done wrong. It was ever since he woke and went to the bathroom where he stayed for hours not letting the older man in.

"You okay?" Paul asked giving his friends knee a squeeze. He was worried about his friend. he'd become despondent the last few days and although he had spent time with him, he seemed distant. The photographer turned to him and gave him a smile. The older model sighed. "No, you're not and he's an idiot," he said letting his eyes go to the front of the taxi where the young model was looking out the window.

"Don't call him an idiot," Edward snapped. Paul chuckled lightly.

"Of course he's not, he's perfect, right? Edward blushed and nodded to him, Jacob was perfect and he would be perfect for him too. "All I can say is give him time. I don't believe he is as straight as he is calming," Paul sighed. He had hoped the photographer would've gotten over the young model and come to warm his bed while they were in Brazil. Rather, it seemed to make the man want him even more.

The flight was non-eventful, everyone catching up on sleep. Once they disembarked and a quick check through customs they were greeted by Elizabeth Masen, Edward's mother. "Awe look at my babies," Elizabeth pouted pulling first her son and then Seth into her arms. Paul waved to them as he was greeted by friends to take him home. Jasper stood back as they hugged. Elizabeth had the kindest of hearts and treated his young lover like her own. Kissing their foreheads she waved Jasper over and she accepted his kiss. "Come on, let's get you to bed," the women said. Jacob stood back and watched the interaction. He could see the resemblance between mother and son.

"Mom, I want you to met my friend and Seth's cousin, Jacob," her son said waving Jacob closer. She smiled and stepped around the group and hugged the young man.

"A friend of my son's is a friend of mine," she said holding his hands stepping back admiring the young boy.

"Nice to meet you, ma'am," Jacob said quietly as he lowered his eyes. She reminded him so much of her son. It explained where the photographer got his red hair from.

"Oh, please call me Liz. All my friends do," she smiled and turned to her son. "Let's get this poor boy tucked up in his bed," she smiled taking Seth's hand in hers. "Edward there is a meal in the fridge, you just need to put it in the oven to warm up. I'm going to go make sure this one does as he's told," she said smacking Seth lightly on his butt. Jacob stood there, he was supposed to go to Edward's but now, he wasn't so sure it was such a good idea. But, there was still the worry of Billy coming for him. "Now Jacob, I've made your bed up for you. I don't know what has been put on the sheets but, they made a terrible stain which took me awhile to get out," she waved her hand forgetting what she was going to say.

"I was," before the young native could say anything else Edward took his hand and led him to the long-term car parking area where he had his car parked. "Edward, I can afford a hostel now and with your mother visiting," he sighed as the older man shook his head as he pulled him along.

The trip to the apartment was silent the radio on some classical station. Jacob hummed along quietly. His guilty pleasure was listening to classical music, something that nobody knew about. Edward smiled looking at Jacob. He would've taken him to be more of a Linkin Park sort of guy. Soon as they got to the apartment they each went to their respective rooms to shower agreeing to meet back for their dinner. Jacob decided a bath was what he really wanted and wondered if Edward would mind if he used his as his bathroom didn't have a big bath like Edward's. Hesitating, he went to the photographer's room and knocked on the door. There was no answer and was about to leave when the door opened and a very wet Edward with a towel loosely hanging on his hips, he smiled at him. Jacob let his eyes roam the older man's naked form for just a brief moment. He was not as broad as himself but, he was very well portioned and being taller than Jacob, seemed to suit him better. "Do you need something?" the older man asked snapping the young native out of his thoughts.

"Um yeah, I was," he put his finger in his mouth and began to chew on the nail. Shaking his head, the photographer took the young mans hand from his mouth. Looking up into Edward's emerald-green eyes, he decided he was not angry with him. "Can I have a bath?" he blushed looking down at his feet.

"You can do anything you like, Jake. There is bubblebath under the sink," he smiled.

"Um yeah, um actually, can I use yours its bigger and I want," he trailed off.

"Of course, come in I should've realized you would need a bigger bath," he opened the door wide. "I will get you some bubbles, you start filling it," he said walking towards his bathroom. The young model went and put the plug in and sat on the edge letting the water from the tap flow over his fingers. "Here you go, this is my favorite," he squeezed the bottle with a generous amount in the bath. "I will leave you to it," he patted the young man on the shoulder and walked to his closet shutting the door behind him. The young man waited till the bath filled enough and quickly stripped not bothering to fold his clothes. Tentatively getting in, he let out a sigh as he sunk into the hot soapy water. He closed his eyes and sunk under the water letting the last week's worries flow from him. When he surfaced, he saw the back of the photographer shutting the bedroom door behind him. He turned his attention to the view looking out onto the busy city below. He couldn't wait to visit everything while he was here. Unsure what he would do next, he decided that modelling wasn't for him. Thinking maybe he could try getting a job in an engineering firm while he saved for college and he could hopefully get some experience before he went. But for now that is all he had to fall back on. The bedroom door opened and he could see the older man walking towards him in the window's reflection.

"Dinner in an hour," handing Jacob a beer he sat on the edge of the bath. "Jake, talk to me," Edward said looking down at the young man.

"What about?" Jacob asked.

"About why you have been avoiding me," he sighed crossing his legs and running a hand through the water close but, not quite touching the young man's thigh. Jacob felt his cock twitch. Blushing he tried to will it away but, the motion of the water and the tantalizing tease of the photographer's hand so close. As sensing Jacob's discomfort Edward took his hand out and dried it on his jeans.

"I wasn't meaning to, Edward. I just wanted to stay with Seth," he looked up at the photographer but, quickly lowered his eyes. Edward jumped up and ran his hand through his hair. Jacob sat up and tried to grab his other hand. "I'm sorry, I just don't know why. I just don't want to be in your way," the model chewed his lip.

The photographer sat on the bath edge again and gave him a smile. "You could never be in my way, Jake. He leaned over and grabbed the gel squeezing some on his hand before rubbing with his other hand. "Turn towards the window and I'll wash your back," he motioned with his finger. The model did as told and when the older man's hand touched his hot skin, he let out a moan internally. "I've been told I give great massages," Edward said his strong nimble fingers going to the young man's strong broad shoulders. The model's head slumped forward relaxing completely. Never before had anyone given him a massage. Soft moans slipped from his mouth but there was nothing he could do. "That feel good does it Jake?" the photographer whispered close to the young man's ear.

"Yeah," the model moaned tilting his head back now so relaxed he licked his lips and his eyes closed. "I'm sorry Edward," he sighed.

"I know, baby," Edward said so quietly the young man didn't hear him. But, he had to leave. He was aching to do more than massage the model's back. "Enjoy the bath. I need to go make a few calls," he lied getting up. Jacob turned with his eyes hooded and nodded. The photographer had to leave before he did something to the young man he would regret and scared him out of his life. He turned and left aching to take the boy right then and there. When he closed the door, he leaned on it letting out a deep breath and banging his head softly on the door.

One the other side of the door, the young model was feeling the same, letting out a deep breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Did the photographer not know what he was doing to him? But why? He was straight, he only liked girls he was sure of it. He was going on a date with Renesme tomorrow. Sinking back down in the bath, he grabbed the soap and washed his body from top to toe avoiding his cock. He gave up though, it was painful having a hard on for so long and not taking care of it. Closing his eyes, he took his cock and began to stroke it. Not being snipped had its advantages, not requiring lube his hand could glide up and down smoothly. He let his mind go to the young woman he was to take out for coffee tomorrow, her long, flowing, red hair, the soft pink lips so kissable. His free hand went to his balls and rolled his testicles around with his fingers. Her soft perky breasts looked very inviting almost edible. His cock began to lose interest and he tugged harder. "Fine," he growled standing up and grabbing the towel on the end of the bath and without getting out of the bath, he dried himself. He worried something was wrong with him. He had thought of the most beautiful girl he had ever met and imagined her sexy curvy body. He heard classical music coming from the other room.

Quickly grabbing his discarded clothes, he dashed to his room as quietly as he could and picked out a new outfit Seth had chosen for him before they went to Brazil. He vowed he would pay his cousin back but knowing Seth he wouldn't hear of it. He couldn't wait for his check from the agency so he could go find somewhere, maybe to live. The option of modelling was still on the table but, not guaranteed. He would need to talk to Leah and see if she could do anything for him, at least until he could get a job he wanted.

Sitting on the bed, he began to braid his hair. He hummed to the tune that was being played and although he had never heard it before, could feel the music. It sounded like an animal running through the forest enjoying it and the freedom it offered. The music changed to something lighter as though a new creature was joining the animal. It was smaller than the first animal but, equal in strength. The bigger creature slowed to allow the smaller one to join him. Their meeting was one full of joy as they greet each other. They begin to frolic in a meadow, a waterfall adding to the ambience. The music slowed as though the creatures were circling around each other wanting to get close but, something is holding the bigger creature back. As though fearful of the smaller one but, didn't know why. The smaller one was getting impatient, almost angry but, the large creature wanted to please him so submitted to the smaller creature. The music began to raise almost euphorically, the small one got he wanted and the bigger one happy to please. The music slowed as they once again came together and began to slow dance. The last few notes died as the sounds of love and almost sighed, the small one happier than ever before.

Going to the bathroom, he checked his hair and headed to the kitchen, the aroma of food making his stomach growl. "Hope you're hungry because my mother will expect the dish to be cleared of any traces of food when she gets back," the older man chuckled. He pulled out a chair for the young man before going to the other side and pulling one out for himself. If Jacob found this odd, it didn't show. He gracefully sat down and picked up the serving spoon holding his hand out for Edward's plate.

"You cooked so, I'll serve," he smiled and fluttered his long eyelashes. Edward inclined his head in thanks. Flashes of Jacob wearing a dinner jacket instead of the tight fitting t-shirt made for a beautiful picture and one the photographer could see, in his mind's eye. Seth told him once that he and Jasper would, once a month, make an effort to dress up for dinner, preferring the imitancy and quiet of their home rather than a busy bustling restaurant. Even if it was only pizza they would light candles getting out their best silver, flowers, and of course a bottle of the best bubbles money could buy. Not that the older man would go that far, not yet anyway. The moans coming from the young man had the older man stopping to watch as his dinner companion eat. Even the soft moans of enjoyment made by the teen sounded sexy and making the older man's cock twitch. "I love your mom," Jacob chuckled. However, his face fell when he saw the look on the man's face across the table. "Ed, are you okay?" the older man nodded and picked up his fork and began to eat. "Can you recommend a coffee shop to take Nessie? I want to have somewhere quiet so we can talk," the young man smiled.

"I'm sure Renesmee knows all the good places," the older man smiled on the outside but cringed on the inside. "You nervous? I remember my first date and I was almost sick before he picked me up. I just about cancelled like, thirty times," he chuckled.

"God, that is so weird. I can't imagine you been nervous about anything," the boy chuckled.

"Well, believe it or not, I was young once," Edward placed his utensils down, his meal forgotten. "But I'm sure you will have a good time tomorrow," he smiled. "I will give you a key so you can come and go as you please," he picked up his plate. "Goodnight, Jake."

Jacob sat there not sure what just happened. He was trying to make a point at how confident he was now. Not that he was old, he honestly looked younger than him when he had his hair in his 'just been fucked look'. He picked up his plate and carried it through to the kitchen. Edward was just loading his plate into the washer and when he heard the young man enter he quickly stood and raced out without looking at him. Jacob made sure everything was clean and tidy before going to watch some television before calling it a night. He was nearing the end of 'Nightmare on Elm Street' when he heard the door open. The main lights were flicked on making him blink trying to adjust to the bright lights.

"Jacob, it's late. You should be in bed, don't you have school tomorrow?" Elizabeth asked walking to the couch and sitting across from him.

"I do schooling by correspondence and isn't it Saturday tomorrow?" the teen asked raising his eyebrow.

"Oh silly me, so it is," she giggled. "Retirement doesn't suit me, one day is just like the previous," she sat back and looked at the screen. "You will have nightmares. I remember when my Edward watched it with his friend they, well, let's just say we didn't get much sleep for the next few weeks," the teen chuckled at that.

"Really so, tell me more secrets," he curled his legs up and rested his chin on his arms.

"Mother, don't you dare," the photographer chuckled coming over and greeting his mother. "Tea mother?" he asked. "Jacob, would you like a drink and cookies," nodding he got up and followed the pair to the kitchen. "How's Seth?"

"He will be fine in a week or two. How are you feeling, dear? You don't feel feverish?" she said placing her hand on her son's forehead. "And what have you done to your hair," she tutted flattening her son's hair. Jacob smiled at the interaction between mother and son. Edward was a grown man but, she was treating him like a child. He could only remember a little about his mom but, remembered when she would sing to him every night before he fell asleep. Feeling the tears well up in his eyes he swallowed hard trying to push them down. Things would've have been so different if his mother hadn't been killed so needlessly by the drunk driver. He felt a large hand on his shoulder and looked up to see Edward looking at him his eyes full of concern. "Here you go, hot chocolate with marshmallows," the older man's mother said. She too had the same look in her eyes as her son.

"Marshmallows how come he gets them and I don't," Edward pouted like a two-year old. The women giggled and popped two in his hot chocolate. "Mom makes the best chocolate chip cookies she always makes a few batches when she comes to stay," he said pulling the plate towards Jacob encouraging him to try one.

"My mom's would have been pretty hard to beat," the young man said taking one and tasting it. "Not bad," he said grabbing another one. "I can't remember the last time I had hot chocolate and cookies," he sighed reaching out for another. The three sat and chatted about the shoot before Elizabeth excused herself for the night. Hugging both men she left them alone. "Edward, did I do something wrong?" the young native said as the photographer made to clear his cup.

"Not that I am aware of, Jake. Goodnight," he patted the natives shoulder giving it a gentle squeeze before once again leaving a confused man. Sighing, Jacob went to his room and laid on his bed. If he thought that women were hard to figure out, they had nothing over Edward Cullen. He stripped and climbed into bed looking forward to getting to know Renesmee, she was perfect for him.

The native was in a very nice dream where he and a certain red head were rolling around on his bed both half naked. Suddenly woken by his phone. He groaned and picked it up putting it to his ear. "Yeah," he mumbled not opening his eyes or lifting his head off the pillow.

"Jake, please help," suddenly he was wide awake sitting up and looking at his phone to check it was who he thought it was.

"Em's, what's happened?" he asked as he heard his best friend sob.

"I'm at the airport here and I need somewhere to stay. I've tried you for hours," he sobbed. The young model jumped out of bed and raced down the hall banging on Edward's door. Without waiting, he entered a startled Edward sitting up on his elbows. "Jake?" Embry asked.

"Stay there, I am on my way," he said.

"We have a problem," he said flicking on the main light. The photographer tried to take his eyes off the naked form in front of him. Thinking he was still dreaming, he rubbed his eyes as Jacob continued talking to his friend and walking to the wardrobe grabbing clothes and taking them back to the bed.

"Jake, stop," Edward said beside him taking the young man's arm. "Give me the phone and go get some clothes on," he said. Jacob looked down and blushed covering his private parts. "Go," the photographer pushed him gently. He watched the naked man race out the door. Sighing, he put the phone to his ear. "This is Edward Cullen who am I talking to," he asked. Fifteen minutes later both men were on their way to the airport. The native chewing his fingernail only for older man to pull it from his mouth placing it on his own knee. "Jake, we will make sure he's safe. Jasper has been informed and the security is the best in the city,"

"Why did you hang up on Ems?" Jacob asked. "God, I hope they didn't hurt him. But why? Why now, what happened?" the native asked more to himself than to the older man. The airport was quiet as it was nearly 3am. Before the car ignition was turned off the native was opening his door trying to get out.

"Wait," Edward grabbed the young man's arm. "You don't know if they are watching for you, let me go and get him,"

"No, please don't go. Shit, I shouldn't have involved you, Edward," Jacob sat their putting his head into his lap. The photographer rubbed the scared man's back before getting out and quickly going to the terminal. He'd instructed Embry to lock himself in the stall on the second floor and he would come collect him.

"Embry, it's Edward Cullen you can come out now," If he thought Seth had it bad, it was nothing like what he saw when he knocked on the stall door. "Jesus," he said grabbing the boy as he stumbled into his arms. How the hell did he get on a plane like this and why the hell didn't anyone call the police? "Where's your luggage?"

"I have nothing but my phone and a letter," he answered as Edward lead him to the car. Thankfully, they were able to avoid any security and made it to the car park where Jacob jumped out and helped his friend, sliding in beside him. "Jake, I'm sorry man," he whispered before leaning on his chest and blacking out.