Fic - Possessive - Chapter 6
Title - Possessive
Chapter - Useless Denial (6/20?)
Rating - R/NC-17
Pairing - Jake/Paul, canon couples
Disclaimer - Don't belong to me. If I did own it, things would be much much different. As it is, all characters and recognisable plots belong to Stephenie Meyer and her affiliates. I'm just doing this for fun!
Spoiler - Up to New Moon at least.
Warnings - OOC - I thought I would put this here just in case people read it and are like 'it's OOC'. Paul isn't as angry in this story, but there is a reason for that. After all Paul calmed down a lot in BD *cough*. Not that that's hint or anything ;).
Summary - Possessive can be defined as "having or manifesting a desire to control or dominate another, especially in order to limit that person's relationships with others". Paul isn't the only one in La Push who's possessive.
A/N - As always, huge, huge thanks to everyone who reviewed. Reviews make my day. *cookies* for you. Also big thanks to everyone who read. You guys also rock :).
Chapter 6
Useless Denial
Jake wants to hate this feeling; Paul heavy against him, his breaths warming the side of his neck, his head resting back on the wall, turned into the crook of Jake’s neck and shoulder.
But he doesn’t, in fact he kind of likes it, likes the feel of the hard muscle beneath his hands, as he runs them slowly up and down Paul’s back, likes the feel of Paul’s hands underneath his T-shirt rubbing his abdomen in a slow, soothing manner.
He doesn’t know what had come over him. When he had walked into the lounge room and seen Rachel holding Paul’s hand, he’d felt a flair of jealousy spark through him, anger filling him as he had seen the two quickly draw apart as Bella had spoken.
He’d made an excuse to follow Paul, wanting to know what the other boy wanted, what game he was playing with him.
“Paul? Jake?”
“Shit,” he whispers, letting his head fall back against the wall, eyes meeting the shining, amused ones of Paul’s.
“Be back out in a sec,” Paul calls, eyes running over his face, causing heat to start forming on Jake’s cheeks. He moves uncomfortably, as his shorts pull against his skin where his come has started to dry, and grimaces.
Paul looks down, before his eyes run back up Jake’s body to his eyes, still shining with amusement and, what Jake can only assume, is happiness.
“Don’t suppose you have some shorts I can borrow?” he murmurs, leaning forward and gently kissing him. Jake tries to ignore his heart as it starts to race, the fluttery feeling that has started in his stomach, as his eyes close at the kiss.
Damn Paul.
He manages to wiggle away from the hot body that was pushing him into the wall, not missing the smirk that crosses Paul’s face, ducking out and into his room, he moves over to his drawers, pulling out two pairs of shorts.
His were covered in grease, so the girls won’t make much of him changing, and the one’s he pulls out for Paul are close enough to what the boy is already wearing, that they shouldn’t notice anything. Not unless they’d been studying Paul’s shorts.
Turning he throws them at Paul, who’s leaning against the wall, looking entirely too comfortable, and staring at him with that hungry, intense look again.
Jake runs a hand through his hair, coughing uncomfortably, and waiting for the other boy to leave. Paul raises an eyebrow at him in question, clearly not realizing what Jake was trying to tell him.
“Ah …” he said, “aren’t you going to go get changed?”
When he sees Paul grin, he knows that the other boy isn’t about to leave. His suspicions confirmed, as Paul pulls off his shorts and boxers right in front of him. Jake’s eyes travel down to where Paul’s limp cock hangs, the feeling of want he feels rushing through him making him flush and quickly look away, hoping that Paul didn’t seem him looking.
“Need any help?” Paul asks, having pulled on the shorts, tossing his dirty shorts and boxers into Jake’s wash basket, amusement laced through his voice.
Rolling his eyes and turning away, he hears Paul chuckle.
“I’ll see you at the bonfire, Jake” he purrs, before he walks out of the room. Looking over his shoulder to make sure the other boy has left, he quickly pulls off his shorts and boxers, pulling on a clean pair, balling up his dirty pair and shoving them into the basket that Paul had.
He’ll have to make sure he does his washing, not wanting Rachel or his dad to find Paul’s things in with his own.
Clearing his throat, he runs a hand through his hair again, calming himself, and hoping that what he just did isn’t written all over his face.
Walking down the hallway, he’s surprised to see Bella sitting at the table alone, Rachel bustling around the house, and no sight of Paul anywhere.
“Paul got a phone call, had to leave,” Bella says, her eyes too knowing as they gaze at him. Shrugging, he moves over to the sink, pouring a glass of water, and swallowing it in three large gulps.
“You want to try the bikes out?” he asks, turning back around to face her. A smile crosses Bella’s face and he can’t help but echo it. Bikes are something he knows, the mechanics of them, the feel of them, the rush of riding them. There aren’t any confusing feelings about bikes. And right now, he needs something that isn’t confusing.
“Sure,” she chirps, jumping up out of the chair, excitement written all over her face.
It doesn’t take long to load the bikes on Bella’s truck and Jake feels himself start to relax, as the landscape whizzes by, or rather slowly ambles by; Bella isn’t big on the speeding. He asks her what she would’ve done if he hadn’t been able to fix the bikes, and is happy to hear that she still would’ve wanted to hang around him.
It doesn’t mean as much to him as it would’ve a week ago, his feelings different now, but he’s glad to have her as his best friend.
“So are you going to tell me what happened back there?” she finally asks, eyes still on the road, a sign that she’s willing to let him lie to her … for now.
“Nothing,” he answers, slouching down in his seat. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see her glance at him, before she turns back, shrugging.
“Alright,” she says. He’s grateful that she didn’t push, wanting to figure out what’s going on in his head first. Or to at least come to terms with what he thinks he already knows in his heart.
“What the …” he hears Bella trail off, slowing the truck to a stop on the side of the road. “What the hell are they doing?”
Looking up, he follows her line of sight, seeing the boys on the cliff, frowning as he recognizes who they are.
Sam, Jared, Paul and Embry.
The four musketeers.
Bella jumps out of the truck, as Embry and Paul push each other, Embry taking a dive off the cliff, the look on her face making him laugh.
“Bella,” he calls, getting out of the truck, walking around and leaning back against the hood. “It’s alright.”
He chuckles again as she looks back at him in disbelief.
“They’re not really fighting. They’re cliff diving. Scary as hell, but a total rush,” he tells her. She walks back towards him, disbelief still crossing her face.
“Who are they?” she asks.
“Hall monitors on steroids,” he replies a little bitterly, as he remembers the way Embry ditched him and Quil, to hang out with Sam and his little pack, and how much it hurt losing his friend. “That’s what Embry used to call them anyway. Now look at him.”
“That was Embry?” Bella asks, looking back over at the cliff. Jake nods, letting his eyes fall on the familiar form of Paul, as the other boy dives off the cliff.
“Hey, Bells,” he says, changing the subject suddenly, nudging the girl with his shoulder. “Do you want to come to a bonfire tonight?”
He can tell she’s surprised, but she’s nodding and smiling at him.
“Sounds like fun,” she replies.
“It used to be,” he says. “But Quil has gone to visit his grandmother and Embry’s got his new friends now, if you hadn’t of said yes I’d probably have given it a miss.”
“Hmm,” she says, a thoughtful look crossing her face as she walks to her door, opening it and jumping in, starting it up when he gets in and starting to drive again.
“Is Paul going to be there?” she asks, looking over at him innocently, but the look in her eye tells him that the question is anything but.
“I dunno,” he snaps, shrugging and looking out his window, cursing himself for the fact that his heart has started to race simply at the mention of the other boy’s name. “Why would I know?”
“Just a question,” she replies, a smug smirk crossing her face.
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A/N - So I'm actually really enjoying writing Bella. Which I didn't think I would. Anywho, as always, let me know what you thought :).
Chapter - Useless Denial (6/20?)
Rating - R/NC-17
Pairing - Jake/Paul, canon couples
Disclaimer - Don't belong to me. If I did own it, things would be much much different. As it is, all characters and recognisable plots belong to Stephenie Meyer and her affiliates. I'm just doing this for fun!
Spoiler - Up to New Moon at least.
Warnings - OOC - I thought I would put this here just in case people read it and are like 'it's OOC'. Paul isn't as angry in this story, but there is a reason for that. After all Paul calmed down a lot in BD *cough*. Not that that's hint or anything ;).
Summary - Possessive can be defined as "having or manifesting a desire to control or dominate another, especially in order to limit that person's relationships with others". Paul isn't the only one in La Push who's possessive.
A/N - As always, huge, huge thanks to everyone who reviewed. Reviews make my day. *cookies* for you. Also big thanks to everyone who read. You guys also rock :).
Chapter 6
Useless Denial
Jake wants to hate this feeling; Paul heavy against him, his breaths warming the side of his neck, his head resting back on the wall, turned into the crook of Jake’s neck and shoulder.
But he doesn’t, in fact he kind of likes it, likes the feel of the hard muscle beneath his hands, as he runs them slowly up and down Paul’s back, likes the feel of Paul’s hands underneath his T-shirt rubbing his abdomen in a slow, soothing manner.
He doesn’t know what had come over him. When he had walked into the lounge room and seen Rachel holding Paul’s hand, he’d felt a flair of jealousy spark through him, anger filling him as he had seen the two quickly draw apart as Bella had spoken.
He’d made an excuse to follow Paul, wanting to know what the other boy wanted, what game he was playing with him.
“Paul? Jake?”
“Shit,” he whispers, letting his head fall back against the wall, eyes meeting the shining, amused ones of Paul’s.
“Be back out in a sec,” Paul calls, eyes running over his face, causing heat to start forming on Jake’s cheeks. He moves uncomfortably, as his shorts pull against his skin where his come has started to dry, and grimaces.
Paul looks down, before his eyes run back up Jake’s body to his eyes, still shining with amusement and, what Jake can only assume, is happiness.
“Don’t suppose you have some shorts I can borrow?” he murmurs, leaning forward and gently kissing him. Jake tries to ignore his heart as it starts to race, the fluttery feeling that has started in his stomach, as his eyes close at the kiss.
Damn Paul.
He manages to wiggle away from the hot body that was pushing him into the wall, not missing the smirk that crosses Paul’s face, ducking out and into his room, he moves over to his drawers, pulling out two pairs of shorts.
His were covered in grease, so the girls won’t make much of him changing, and the one’s he pulls out for Paul are close enough to what the boy is already wearing, that they shouldn’t notice anything. Not unless they’d been studying Paul’s shorts.
Turning he throws them at Paul, who’s leaning against the wall, looking entirely too comfortable, and staring at him with that hungry, intense look again.
Jake runs a hand through his hair, coughing uncomfortably, and waiting for the other boy to leave. Paul raises an eyebrow at him in question, clearly not realizing what Jake was trying to tell him.
“Ah …” he said, “aren’t you going to go get changed?”
When he sees Paul grin, he knows that the other boy isn’t about to leave. His suspicions confirmed, as Paul pulls off his shorts and boxers right in front of him. Jake’s eyes travel down to where Paul’s limp cock hangs, the feeling of want he feels rushing through him making him flush and quickly look away, hoping that Paul didn’t seem him looking.
“Need any help?” Paul asks, having pulled on the shorts, tossing his dirty shorts and boxers into Jake’s wash basket, amusement laced through his voice.
Rolling his eyes and turning away, he hears Paul chuckle.
“I’ll see you at the bonfire, Jake” he purrs, before he walks out of the room. Looking over his shoulder to make sure the other boy has left, he quickly pulls off his shorts and boxers, pulling on a clean pair, balling up his dirty pair and shoving them into the basket that Paul had.
He’ll have to make sure he does his washing, not wanting Rachel or his dad to find Paul’s things in with his own.
Clearing his throat, he runs a hand through his hair again, calming himself, and hoping that what he just did isn’t written all over his face.
Walking down the hallway, he’s surprised to see Bella sitting at the table alone, Rachel bustling around the house, and no sight of Paul anywhere.
“Paul got a phone call, had to leave,” Bella says, her eyes too knowing as they gaze at him. Shrugging, he moves over to the sink, pouring a glass of water, and swallowing it in three large gulps.
“You want to try the bikes out?” he asks, turning back around to face her. A smile crosses Bella’s face and he can’t help but echo it. Bikes are something he knows, the mechanics of them, the feel of them, the rush of riding them. There aren’t any confusing feelings about bikes. And right now, he needs something that isn’t confusing.
“Sure,” she chirps, jumping up out of the chair, excitement written all over her face.
It doesn’t take long to load the bikes on Bella’s truck and Jake feels himself start to relax, as the landscape whizzes by, or rather slowly ambles by; Bella isn’t big on the speeding. He asks her what she would’ve done if he hadn’t been able to fix the bikes, and is happy to hear that she still would’ve wanted to hang around him.
It doesn’t mean as much to him as it would’ve a week ago, his feelings different now, but he’s glad to have her as his best friend.
“So are you going to tell me what happened back there?” she finally asks, eyes still on the road, a sign that she’s willing to let him lie to her … for now.
“Nothing,” he answers, slouching down in his seat. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see her glance at him, before she turns back, shrugging.
“Alright,” she says. He’s grateful that she didn’t push, wanting to figure out what’s going on in his head first. Or to at least come to terms with what he thinks he already knows in his heart.
“What the …” he hears Bella trail off, slowing the truck to a stop on the side of the road. “What the hell are they doing?”
Looking up, he follows her line of sight, seeing the boys on the cliff, frowning as he recognizes who they are.
Sam, Jared, Paul and Embry.
The four musketeers.
Bella jumps out of the truck, as Embry and Paul push each other, Embry taking a dive off the cliff, the look on her face making him laugh.
“Bella,” he calls, getting out of the truck, walking around and leaning back against the hood. “It’s alright.”
He chuckles again as she looks back at him in disbelief.
“They’re not really fighting. They’re cliff diving. Scary as hell, but a total rush,” he tells her. She walks back towards him, disbelief still crossing her face.
“Who are they?” she asks.
“Hall monitors on steroids,” he replies a little bitterly, as he remembers the way Embry ditched him and Quil, to hang out with Sam and his little pack, and how much it hurt losing his friend. “That’s what Embry used to call them anyway. Now look at him.”
“That was Embry?” Bella asks, looking back over at the cliff. Jake nods, letting his eyes fall on the familiar form of Paul, as the other boy dives off the cliff.
“Hey, Bells,” he says, changing the subject suddenly, nudging the girl with his shoulder. “Do you want to come to a bonfire tonight?”
He can tell she’s surprised, but she’s nodding and smiling at him.
“Sounds like fun,” she replies.
“It used to be,” he says. “But Quil has gone to visit his grandmother and Embry’s got his new friends now, if you hadn’t of said yes I’d probably have given it a miss.”
“Hmm,” she says, a thoughtful look crossing her face as she walks to her door, opening it and jumping in, starting it up when he gets in and starting to drive again.
“Is Paul going to be there?” she asks, looking over at him innocently, but the look in her eye tells him that the question is anything but.
“I dunno,” he snaps, shrugging and looking out his window, cursing himself for the fact that his heart has started to race simply at the mention of the other boy’s name. “Why would I know?”
“Just a question,” she replies, a smug smirk crossing her face.
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A/N - So I'm actually really enjoying writing Bella. Which I didn't think I would. Anywho, as always, let me know what you thought :).