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With a rumbled, groggy sigh, Jacob pressed his own warm body against the cool stone figure joining him beneath the silken sheets.
His eyes flutter open, wriggling his toes as consciousness invades his body. Fuck.
The cloying burn of vampire in his nostrils was all too familiar, the biological imperative to fight for his life tamped down. He rolls out of Edward's bed, feet hitting the pale grey carpet underneath it. Edward was ignoring him, though probably not for his own sake, but for Jacob's.
Was everything in this house always this cold?
Jacob moved to the en suite, letting the tap run warm before splashing his face with water, rubbing his eyes as he stares deep into the mirror.
Where did he fuck up?
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It had been a hard few months. Leah was long gone from Jacob's pack, unable to deal with the deeper feelings that Jacob had grown for Edward. Seth was oddly used to it by now however, having had his own reserved crush for Edward while Bella was around.
Bella. The name drew a sharp pain to Jacob's chest. He still couldn't understand how Edward could deal with the loss of Bella. But then again, Jacob wasn't sure how he himself could either.
After Bella bled out before the venom could get to her heart, Edward disappeared for nearly a month. Jacob's imprinting on Renesmee probably only worsened the deal, but Rosalie very quickly took on the twisted role as some sort of horror movie adoptive mother. Jacob would have torn Rosalie's head off, if Renesmee hadn't been so damn pleased with her. It made Jacob sick.
And, after time, Edward returned, though he seemed... different. Hollow almost. It had taken nearly a year before Edward seemed to return from the brink. Apparently he'd gone to the Volturi, begging for any kind of release. Chelsea had lessened the ties of his former romance- no, wife, another bullshit vampire power. Jacob was pretty sure it wouldn't work on himself, but he knew never to think of that around Edward. It only hurt him.
And Jacob felt like he was going crazy, because he didn't want to hurt Edward.
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Stripping completely, Jacob sets foot into the large shower, turning the dial up to the hottest it could go. It was barely warmer than he was, but the pressure was phenomenal. Stupid vampire plumbing. His back arched, eyes closing as he lets the water pound away at him, feeling like the shower itself was bringing life back to him.
He stood silent for a minute, before hearing someone clearing their throat by the door. His eyes flicker open, noticing a hesitant Edward wearing no more than a pair of black silk boxers, that clung to that lithe form. Jacob's eyes flicker up and down his body, catching on the chiseled marble of his abs. He looks back up at Edward's eyes, who was now smiling, very clearly pleased by Jacob's internal approval.
Jacob could feel a soft blush on his cheeks, not obvious against his russet skin, but evident enough for someone with such heightened senses to see. He scoffs in response, crossing his arms and leaning against the polished shower tile.
"What do you want?" Jacob questioned, eyes closing again.
"Just coming in to brush my teeth. Morning breath." Edward gives a slight grin, and heads towards the sink, some inside joke that Jacob wasn't in on.
"Mmph." Jacob grumbled, seeming as though he didn't want to talk any more. He shakes his hair dry like a dog, stepping from the shower cubicle. Steam rises from his skin, as he wraps a towel around his waist and heads back out into Edward's bedroom.
There was a period of silence from the bathroom, though Jacob could smell the light hint of mint from the bathroom, in among the overbearingly saccharine smell of leech.
He towels off, debating briefly whether or not to put some clothing on. Jacob sighs, and grabs a t-shirt, pulling it on. It still smelt of yesterday, he had to go back to Billy's and pick up some more clothes.
It was difficult, having imprinted. He was set on providing the world for Renesmee, anything he could get his hands on. And these days, she was needing independence. Which was difficult. But the most difficult request he kept filling was the one that made him get into Edward's bed every night. Jacob's affection for Edward clearly pleased her very much.
He pulls on a pair of sweat pants as Edward pads out, water glistening on his Greek statue of a body. He hadn't even heard the shower run.
Jacob pauses for a moment, like he could feel Edward prying through his thoughts.
"I can't help it, you're unusually contemplative today." Edward mused, and Jacob snorted.
"Things have been on my mind recently. Especially with Rosalie having taken Renesmee out of town." Jacob responded, and Edward gave a soft nod, clearly able to empathize.
"You don't have to stay here any more. Renesmee doesn't have to know you weren't keeping me company." Edward offered, though Jacob knew that was bullshit. As soon as she asked, someone would tell her. Or she'd read anyone's mind and get it that way. Edward gave a small, almost tired chuckle, agreeing.
"It's fine. I mean, your bed is way cushier than mine." The bed at his father's house was also much too small.
Edward didn't respond with words, but he gave a quick smile, moving to hastily make the bed. Jacob gave a light pause, before rolling his eyes. He moves in close, to stop Edward.
"What's the point in making the bed?" Jacob spoke, implication thick in his tone, even if his hands weren't running down Edward's smooth sides, coming to rest on his waist.
Edward gave a breathy laugh. So unnervingly fast, Edward moves in to flat his tongue against Jacob's neck, that venom chilling his skin. Jacob could feel the numbing tingle dulling his senses, and he gently pushes Edward in the direction to the bed, before moving to kneel in front of him. Edward seemed to catch his drift, eyes locked on the sight of the man between his legs. His hand moves to delicately wrap it's way into Jacob's hair. Jacob pushes up against it, licking his lips.
He could see Edward's cock swelling beneath his boxers, and while Edward was a little smaller than Jacob in length (werewolf genes), Edward definitely made up for it in technique. He's reaching in to fish Edward's cock out from the buttoned opening at the front of his boxers, watching Edward's reaction as he does.
Jacob leans in, licking the head gently, eyes zeroing in on a few tiny white lines, encircling the base of Edward's length. His eyebrows furrow, distracted enough from his original plan by this sight.
"What are those scars from?" Jacob looks up, noticing Edward's face looking concerned.
"Why?"
"Just wondering."
"Ah." Edward nods, tongue flitting out to dart across his lips. "Well, uh, you know how vampires can reattach limbs with venom?"
Jacob paused, connecting the dots in his brain. Cheeks flooding with red.
"Are those... self inflicted?" Jacob swallows.
Edward gives a terse nod.
"Fuck... Uh, just gotta say, that's really fucking hot." Jacob seemed dazed, and Edward laughed, before pulling Jacob up onto the bed easily, pressing his body against Jacob's back, his front pressed against the mattress.
"You don't think that's... kinda weird?" Edward raised a thick brow, and Jacob shakes his head.
"No. Christ. That's one hell of a story."
"Mmph." Edward hummed gently, lips moving to gently kiss down Jacob's body.
Jacob's brain was whirring, thoughts clouding over as Edward worked his body. He's so distracted he doesn't realize Edward's hands have plunged beneath his sweatpants, cold fingers grabbing his thick dick and stroking gently. He didn't even think vampires masturbated, let alone could get so... far with it. Edward pulls away from Jacob, eyes almost predatory as he moves to grab at his sweatpants and pull them off, muttering something about them being "in the way".
Edward slips a finger into his own mouth, getting it wet with his venom. Jacob lets out a sharp moan, feeling a cold finger pressing up against his entrance not too soon after. He presses his face into the bed sheets, embarrassed that the other vampires in the house clearly knew what was going on. Wasn't the first time. Wouldn't be the first time he's warned about his volume, either.
He grips the silken sheets, toes curling as another digit slides in to meet the other. Edward was beyond skilled at using his fingers, reading Jacob's thoughts as to what felt good, what didn't, when to press another finger in. In fact, during sex Jacob basically never talked, the only noises coming from him were moans of pleasure.
Suddenly the pressure at his back door disappeared, and before Jacob could even think, Edward was pressing his tongue inside him.
Jacob could quickly feel his lower half growing numb, from the venom overriding his system. His dick was harder than ever though, weeping against the bed sheets. He saw stars, Edward's tongue writhing around inside of him.
His hips shudder, thinking anything to get Edward to keep going. Edward complied, giving a breathy gasp as a finger joins his tongue, before being pulled away. It took less than a millisecond before the head of Edward's cock was pressed against Jacob's hole, head sliding in with the help of Edward's venom.
Jacob's body grew numb, and he knew that he was definitely going to need to sleep this off. Edward's fingers grabbed at his ass, squeezing roughly and pulling Jacob back against his white marble body. Jacob gasps, taking a second to swivel his hips to roll Edward around inside of him.
"F-Fuck..." Jacob whimpered, feeling his body stretched with the vampire's still too cool cock.
Edward started to thrust, oh so gently at first. Jacob took a second to marvel at the cock inside of him, at how it was almost perfect, not too thick, long enough to please him in almost every way, the gently curve making it press right against his prostate... it was crazy.
Edward didn't seem to mind his thoughts clearly lusting over his cock. In fact, it seemed as if it helped, making Edward pump his hips quicker, rolling with each thrust.
Jacob couldn't help himself, Edward overwhelming his every sense, the smell of sex, the cold fingers kneading his ass, spreading him apart. He could almost feel Edward's eyes, feel them watching his cock disappear into Jacob's tight hole. Jacob couldn't take it for too long, too numb to try and stave off his orgasm, cock pumping out a few ropes of cum against Edward's sheets. Edward could feel Jacob's orgasm through his thoughts, and as such it didn't take long for Edward to follow. Jacob could feel a significant amount of Edward's cum inside his body. Edward kept thrusting though, riding through his orgasm.
After a few more thrusts, Edward pulls out, slowly and carefully. His cock was followed by some of his cum, running down between Jacob's cheeks. Edward leaned in and gently tongued at his opening, Jacob gasping for air, given no time to recover. After Edward seemed satisfied, he breaks away,. Jacob curls up, everything from the waist down completely numb. Edward gives a half smile, though he does seem a little concerned too. He settles down beside him, wrapping the two of them in a white comforter.
"You okay, Jacob?" Edward questioned, his dulcet tones too caring from a vampire.
Jacob nods, thinking comforting thoughts. Edward then seemed content, leaning in to hug him.
Sighing, Jacob closes his eyes and leans back against Edward's sturdy form. Maybe this arrangement wasn't... so bad.