Summary: Jacob had been so happy to see Emma again. Paul followed the kid into the house and she threw herself into his arms. He kissed her, like he'd wanted to for 3 years... this felt so weird.

Warnings: m/m/f, threesome, Emma is a bitch, Paul is mean, Jacob is emo and confused, unhealthy relationships everywhere, porn without much plot

Author's Note: Yes, this is long overdue. I started writing it an aeon ago but never finished it until now.

Jacob had been so happy to see Emma again. His three year identity crisis with Paul was finally over and he could just be Jacob again. Not Will the neighbour.

Paul followed the kid into the house and Emma threw herself into his arms. It felt a little strange but he hadn't held her in so long, it was bound to feel that way, odd, until they became what they'd once been again. He kissed her, like he'd been longing to do. She kissed him back like she had missed him.

His tried to not react to the flood of feeling that set every nerve ablaze... this felt so weird.

Sex was supposed to fix everything. Learning her body again. He remembered that it had once made him feel almost high, being with her. But now it almost made him feel... self-conscious. It was a chore to stay present enough to keep it up.

He couldn't figure out what to do with her. He felt disjointed, as though they were missing something between them that made it feel unnatural. He'd eventually rolled her over and finished her off with his tongue, claiming he'd missed her taste... He hoped she bought it.

The first time it felt right was the night Paul and Emma killed that girl. He found them in the shower and he'd walked willing into their arms. He did it because he hoped that at least one of them would feel somewhat familiar. After the phone call that told them to get ready, every spare moment had been planning and meticulously going over every detail until his head hurt.

They'd fallen into bed in a tangle of limbs, Paul against the sheets, Emma's back laid out over his chest and Jacob leaning over them both. And then Paul had pulled him down and kissed him. It didn't even matter that the man had kissed Emma first, because those lips were familiar and warm and demanding... just like they had been for the entire time they'd been pretending.

Emma clung to him as Paul's hands opened her up, teasing her to the precipice before slowing down and she fell apart for him. Jacob wondered if he looked half as wrecked; each time Paul had done the same to him. A small, soft hand wrapped around him and he startled until a warm, slick palm covered his hip. He refused to admit which felt better, but he instantly felt himself calming, even as the simple touch sent electricity through him. Emma guided him into herself and Paul pulled on his hip, guiding him into a slow rhythm.

Paul all but curled over Emma to kiss him and Jacob felt his hips stutter. He hoped he could play it off as the odd angle. She felt so good, but her breathy chuckle was interrupting his kiss.

"Did you two do it while you were 'married'?" Emma breathed into the side of Jacob's neck as she wriggled between them, her thin fingers digging a little too hard into his ribs.

Paul laughed before Jacob had the chance to deny it. One of the man's impossibly long legs came up to hook over the back of Jacob's calf and tug him into a wider stance. Emma arched appreciatively when the motion dropped Jacob's hips, and he slipped deeper inside of her "Would you even believe it if I said we did?" Paul smirked, turning his head to press a silent kiss to one of Jacob's wrists, where his hands had planted themselves on either side of the man's head.

Emma made a disbelieving sound before Paul's large hands moved up her sides to cup her breasts, rough fingers playing her nipples into pebbles "Jacob's in love." He purred into the side of her neck and her eyes shot open to stare up at her boyfriend "And he's not even gay."

The woman giggled hysterically and Jacob wondered what had happened to make Paul such a good liar? Well, technically, he hadn't lied and maybe that was the real trick?

"I think he'd be open to experiment." Emma grinned as she reached up a hand to cup Jacob's face, dragging her thumb over his bottom lip sensually. She'd been doing that a lot since their first night back together. Her voice dropped to that sultry one she always used when she wanted something "Wouldn't you like to help Paul out, baby?" She all but crooned. Jacob wondered how he'd ever missed the twisting noose behind that tone. She wanted something and she was going to get it or else... "I'm sure he's a little lonely." She chuckled, her free hand disappearing behind her back and Paul's head dropped into the pillows. A long, low groan rumbled deep in the man's chest as he shuddered at the touch.

Her eyes had gone wide and her mouth dropped open in a small 'oh' as her gaze shifted through Jacob to focus on the feel of Paul in her hand. Jacob had to duck his head and busy his mouth with kisses to her skin to keep from laughing. She'd just discovered that nothing about Paul was small, but still... "No." Jacob breathed, he didn't trust himself to hold up the pretense if Paul got any closer. Emma, as a barrier, was safe.

"But I feel so good right now." She keened, tightening her heat around him, and his fists clenched in the sheets for something to hold. She felt good... now that she had lifted her hips to get that hand behind herself "Don't you want to feel what I feel?" She purred, rocking her hips slowly... the good feeling slipped away again as quickly as it had surfaced.

He couldn't tell her to shut up and stop moving. He couldn't tell her that he had felt it. Couldn't tell her he knew exactly what she was feeling. The leg over his curled a little tighter and a calloused hand soothed up his arm. He couldn't admit that he wanted it so badly -

"Hey, Jacob..." Paul's eyes were bright with mischief, as he pressed his cheek to Emma's and looked up at his former pretend husband with lust blown pupils "Emma wants this." He purred. One of his hands shifted from the woman's chest to Jacob's, the sensation of drowning pooled beneath the touch at the not-so-subtle taunting "Don't you want to make her happy?"

The tightness in his chest eased somewhat "Of course I do, but... " His confession stammered off when both of the beautiful faces below him grinned.

It clicked then, he knew exactly what Paul was doing. Manipulative bastard! The man was giving him an out. A reason to get exactly what he wanted but not take any responsibility for wanting it. Jacob felt more than saw the way Paul's hips shifted against Emma's lower back, and the woman gasped when Paul's hands slipped between them to rest over her belly. She shivered when he nibbled at her neck and whispered dark truths into the woman's skin "You really want to see how well he'd do if he were in your place, don't you?" He purred behind her ear, and Jacob felt her insides flutter around him in agreement "I wonder if you're hoping he can't?"

She got so tight at that it actually hurt and Jacob hissed, hands grasping at her hips so hard he knew that her paper pale skin would bruise.

Paul laughed and hooked an arm over them both, digging his fingers under Jacob's ribs. It seemed effortless, the way he flipped them over. Emma sprawled across Jacob's chest and still surrounding him, Paul was quick to follow, shoving his knees between Jacob's thighs - and the smaller man licked his lips nervously. He had to remind himself that he should be resisting this - But then Paul pulled Emma up and back against his chest. Bracketing her arms against her sides and entrapping the woman within his embrace, distracting her with fingers trailing over her breasts and slithering down to her clit.

Jacob never would have guessed at the man's desperation if he hadn't been looking directly at him, because not one bit of it bled through into his voice.

"What do you say, Jacob?" He murmured, pressing closer and pushing Jacob's legs further apart. Emma shimmied her arms free to place them heavily in the center of her boyfriend's chest to balance herself. That felt familiar... Paul's taunting didn't "You gonna prove you can to your girl? That you can do anything she can?" His words were poison, but his voice was philtre. It was all wrong... Emma's personality on Paul's tongue.

Jacob growled and tried to buck away from the sensations, but Emma's hips pinned him down, rocking into his bucking demandingly "Common, baby." She all but mulled, pressing into the hands playing her so well "Show me you can take it."

He was going to kill Paul. He really was but later. He couldn't decline now, and Paul knew it. He'd known, the moment he'd given Jacob an out, that he'd take it after some mock resistance. Getting Emma to practically beg them to fuck was just the nail in the coffin. She couldn't say anything, couldn't blame or accuse them of anything because she'd literally asked for it. He planted his feet in the sheets, looked past her into Paul's smirking face and rolled his hips up harshly. She groaned and he swallowed thickly "Do it."

Emma murmured backhanded praise to him while Paul prepared him, but Jacob barely heard it. It was literally taking all his will power to pretend he wasn't aching for this. Hadn't been craving the feel of Paul inside him again. She touched his face and ran slim fingers up and down his chest. It felt nice, familiar, but so did every nerve being hot wired to the point of Paul's fingers inside him.

What wasn't familiar, was the fucker deliberately avoiding his prostate. Jacob whined at the injustice, relieved when Emma thought he was in pain and hushed him. Paul winked behind her, unseen. Of course he was doing it on purpose. Over three years, the guy practically had its location memorized. Paul added a third finger and Jacob hissed at the sting. Spit would never be a substitute for lube, and it was going to hurt but that was probably better. Like Paul knew he'd never be able to keep it together if he made it too good. Of course he knew... Paul could read people and he'd had more than enough practice reading Jacob. If he wanted to, Paul could have Jacob spilling on nothing but his fingers if he wanted to... Jacob blushed at the memory of the time the man had done just that, but he didn't this time.

Instinctively, Jacob knew Paul was making it a little uncomfortable for him. He was doing it wrong because their lie would unravel if Jacob, like every time after the first, gave himself over to the sensation. It had been so easy to pretend with Paul, almost natural to give in to the man. Even now, there was a quiet understanding between them Jacob had been missing with his girlfriend. Every rough slide of calloused fingers inside him, every painful pull, reminded him that he still had to pretend. Somehow he knew; Paul wasn't making it less because he was mad or jealous or one hundred of the other things Emma had accused him of being. Paul was doing it this way for him

He smothered a whimper when the man pulled his fingers free, leaving him empty and open but not enough. Paul lifted Jacob's hips and the smaller man felt his breathing coming faster as he felt the man line up. It hadn't been enough! Paul usually took what felt like hours preparing him but it had only been minutes. He didn't want to do this anymore. He was scared. It had never hurt with Paul, not even the first time, not really...

Paul slammed in and Jacob screamed, his blunt nails tore scratches down Emma's thighs and she hissed right along with him. Paul felt huge inside him. The man had always filled him but this was verging on too much - The fucker had also bulls-eyed his prostate, and sparks literally fluttered along every nerve as all three froze in place.

Paul groaned low and deep and it was so familiar... Jacob could suddenly breathe again and he sucked in air greedily. He dragged Emma down into a kiss so she wouldn't see his face. He had no idea how he looked but, if it was anything like he felt, he may have just messed up everything. He held her tightly, panting and whining into her neck and stared up at Paul desperately over her shoulder. The man looked on the verge of whiting out. His beautiful smile the most genuine Jacob had seen it in days, and it set a strange flutter alight in Jacob's stomach. He wriggled his hips and Paul's fingers clenched in the meat of his ass before the man opened his eyes and he looked... murderous? Oh no -

Paul's hands tore themself away from Jacob's thighs and smoothed a path up Emma's back. Jacob felt himself panic when they reached her shoulders, squeezed at the base of her neck for the briefest of moments, before they detoured down her sides. He pulled her out of Jacob's hands and she looked just as confused as the smaller man felt - until Paul curled his fingers around the back of hers and guided them to the Jacob's wrists.

Oh no! God please, no! No, no, no, she'd see! What was he doing!?

Under Paul's guidance, they pinned Jacob's hands above his head and their combined weight kept him from being able to do any more than squirm. Emma seated as far as she could go, and Paul buried so deep... he was trapped.

"Ready?" Paul breathed into Emma's neck and the way she arched against him sent something like rage burning through Jacob. But it hardened his resolve and he couldn't help the smirk that spread his lips, even if it was a little delirious. He gazed up into Emma's lust blown eyes "Are you?" He asked when she couldn't find her voice.

They both knew the question hadn't actually been for her, but they needed her to believe the lie. She nodded quickly.

Paul pulled out and slammed back in, forcing Jacob's hips up into the woman and, trapped as she was between them, there was nowhere to go. She moaned along with Jacob's strangled gasp and something inside Paul apparently snapped. The man fucked like he'd been rigged with a boatload of rage and steroids, and Jacob loved it. Caught beneath and between them, he couldn't do anything but hold on for dear life.

Their voices blended together in a chaotic mess, along with the scratch of shifting sheets and the slap of skin on flesh. Jacob felt teeth in his neck and his spine bowed up as sensation became the only thing that mattered. At some point, he felt the pressure on his hands lighted, only for muscled arms to hook under his knees and tilt him into a new position. A frustrated scream caught in his chest because the angle made Paul ram that secret spot inside him on every third thrust, instead of every time. He tried and failed to find any leverage to change it back but Emma, slight as her weight was, kept him from being able to...

Shit, she was still there: watching him, feeling him, seeing hum. He had to hold on. Had to keep up the pretense if it was the last thing he did. She was dangerous and possessive and he knew she would hurt him if she found out... He knew she'd hurt Paul! She already had. Jacob bit his lip and whined shakily, hoping it sounded more painful that pitiful. She fluttered around him and Paul stuttered inside him. He could feel them; knew her reaction had been from joy and his from worry.

"Does it hurt, baby?" She moaned, her hips now canting faster than Paul's. Jacob made a choked off sound that she could take either way. She chose to laugh at him "Knew you couldn't take it." She grinned, pushing away from him. She sat all the way up and reached behind herself, to drag Paul into a downright filthy kiss. The sight of it made a dark pit open up in Jacob's stomach. He wasn't sure where the aggression came from, but he actually snapped at her.

She seemed as surprised as he was, though clearly far less impressed. Her eyes turning cold as she ran her fingers along Paul's jaw, and darkly threatened him, slow and calm "Wreck him, or I'm kicking you out of our bed."

Paul dropped one of Jacob's legs to grab the woman by the throat and force her into a biting kiss. She gave back as good as she got but gasped when the man shoved her back down onto Jacob's chest. He hefted the leg he still held over his shoulder. Something shifted as he leaned over them, and he fucked like a man possessed. Emma writhed at the change in angle and Jacob sobbed. She'd take it the wrong way, he knew she would... It felt so good.

The pressure in his gut built and built until he screamed, and all he could see was white behind his eyes, as every fiber of his being pulled taught and then snapped. Emma rolled her hips furiously against him to chase her own climax, and then warmth filled Jacob's belly, and the body between his thighs shook with a grunt.

Jacob felt the body surrounding him slip away, and then the one inside of him retreat, and panic hit him like a fist to the gut. He reached out blindly, desperate to not be left behind. Warm, demanding, chapped lips eased him down before he went into a full on panic attack, then the hand on his face gently turned him over to softness. A thick arm crossed over his waist to pull Emma closer to him as he desperately chased her lips for any affection he could get. He found so little he cursed himself for being too much of a coward to turn around to where he knew he'd find it.

Paul curled around his back and he felt like he was finally safe, when Emma tucked his head under her chin and reached over him to draw his Paul into a kiss. He remembered trembling until he fell asleep, the two whispering things he didn't want to hear.

He'd deal with it in the morning. For now, he could just pretend he wasn't breaking beneath the lie he was living.

End

Author's Note
Hope you enjoyed, darling.

Until the next bout of inspiration
Anne Hunter