No control part 2 (of 2)
Title: No control part 2 (of 2)
Author: Fairygodmother9
Characters/pairings: Paul/Jacob
Genre: angst
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: pairings and rating says it all
Summary: one-sided imprinting sucks, especially if you have no control!
At his house, Jacob looked in the mirror at his back and saw the scratches. They looked better already, but were still very visible. Paul had really lashed out at him, no holding back. Then again, neither had he judging by the wound on Paul’s shoulder. He had been a bit surprised seeing the wound after they had shifted back. He hadn’t meant to hurt Paul, but when it came to Paul he sometimes couldn’t control himself. He got so angry sometimes because he just didn’t understand him. He wanted to dislike Paul, but had to admit to himself that he couldn’t.
He climbed into the shower being mindful of the spray not hitting his back directly. He made short work of washing himself and drying of. Tying his towel around his hips, he walked into his room. At first he hadn’t seen him, but when he looked up, he took an involuntary step back when his eyes met Paul’s. Paul was standing in the middle of his room, still in his muddy clothes. For the second time that day a shiver ran through his body, making his nipples hard. Jacob noticed Paul actually looking directly at his chest. He crossed his arms over his chest trying to hide and asked “What are you doing here Paul? You didn’t come to finish our fight, did you? My back is hurting enough as it is”. A shy smile formed on Paul’s lips “No, that’s not why I’m here, Jake”. Huh, it still surprised Jacob that Paul had gone from calling him ‘Black’ to calling him ‘Jake’. He looked at Paul, trying to figure out what game he was playing.
When Paul had tried the door, it had been unlocked. He heard the shower and decided to wait for Jake in his room. As he walked in with just a towel wrapped around his hips, his heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t look away from that chest still glistering from the shower. When Jake crossed his arms, taking away part of his view, it took him a few seconds to get that Jake was asking him what he was doing there, asking if he was there to fight him. Little did Jake know what kind of tumble Paul had on his mind. “No, that’s not why I’m here, Jake” he said.
Paul slowly started walking toward Jake. When he saw Paul coming closer, Jake started to step back until his back hit the wall. He uncrossed his arms and hissed slightly when the roughness of the wall made his scratches sting a little. “Calm down, Jake, don’t hurt yourself” Paul said, still walking closer until his chest was almost against Jake’s. His heart started to beat faster as he could feel Paul’s breath against his neck when he leaned in to give him a small kiss. Paul didn’t know what he was doing. All he knew was that he needed to be closer to Jake, wanted to touch him, kiss him all over. When he felt Jake flinch when he kissed his neck, he lifted his head up and looked Jake in the eyes “I’m not gonna hurt you, Jake. That’s the last thing I wanna do”. Jake looked at him with disbelieve. “That’s not what my back is telling me” he retorted. Paul lifted his right hand and slowly caressed Jake’s right cheek “I’m sorry for that. Being so close to you, I just lost it. Didn’t mean it, wish I could take it back” he said softly. Jake was surprised at the sincerity he could see in Paul’s face.
Slowly Paul let his right hand go down from Jake’s cheek, to his neck, over his shoulder, down his arm. He put his hand on Jake’s hip, just above the towel, letting his thumb caress the soft flesh there.
When he noticed that he wasn’t being pushed away, he slowly leaned in, letting his lips grace Jake’s lips softly. That seemed to bring Jake back and he lifted his arms and pushed Paul away with force.
Paul stumbled back a few steps and turned his back to Jake. Jake asked “What are you playing at Paul. What was that?” Paul didn’t turn around because he didn’t want Jake to see the tears forming in his eyes simply because he had been shoved away.
“I’m not playing at anything” his voice said broken. Figuring it was now or never, he turned around, stepping back into Jake’s space. “Please don’t reject me, Jake. I wouldn’t be able to handle that”. Paul said, looking at the floor by their feet. He was almost sobbing now.
Jake didn’t know how to react to this. This was so unlike Paul, who usually snapped at him. His mind was working overtime until realisation hit him. How Paul hadn’t been able to be close to him and when he was, couldn’t control himself. How he had started to call him ‘Jake’, and most of all, the hungry looks.
“Paul?” He got no reaction. “Paul, look at me.” He said as he slowly lifted Paul’s chin up so that he was looking at him. “Did you imprint on me?” he asked softly. Paul didn’t need to answer because Jake could see the answer in his eyes. “When?” he wanted to know. Paul tried to look away, but Jake didn’t let him, still holding his chin up. “When I first saw you after you had shifted” Paul confessed. “I didn’t want it at first, but then I got to know you and I started to like you. I’m just so drawn to you that I couldn’t stay away; I had to come here tonight, to see you. But now I realise that was a mistake. I shouldn’t have come” Paul started to pull away so he could leave.
But to his surprise, Jake pulled him into a hug, being careful of his injury on his shoulder. “I’m not rejecting you, Paul. I’m not.” He whispered into Paul’s ear. At this, Paul’s heart started racing. He pulled his head back so he could look into Jake’s eyes and what he saw confirmed that Jake was indeed not rejecting him.
Paul leaned in with more confidence this time and firmly planted his lips on Jake’s. He felt Jake move against him almost immediately, kissing him back. He placed his hands on Jake’s hips, drawing him closer. Jake moaned and opened his mouth, letting Paul in. They stood there exploring each other’s mouths and slowly moving their hips together. Moans filled the air.
Both were aware that the other had gotten hard as they pushed against each other. However nice this was, Paul wanted more. He slowly pulled away from Jake. When he felt Jake trying to pull him back in, he grinned “Let’s take this somewhere horizontal”. Jake could only smile and say “Bed, now”.
Placing small kisses on each other’s lips, they made their way to the bed. Paul laid Jake down carefully and couldn’t stop the word “beautiful” falling from his lips when he looked down at him, letting his eyes rake over his body for the first time without being afraid of getting caught staring. Jake reached out and pulled Paul on top of him. Their lips found each other and hands started to explore again. Paul fell between Jake’s legs and he started to trust slowly, driving them both insane. He started to let his hands drift lower, to the edge of the towel before he made quick work of pulling it off. To even the playing field, he quickly unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them off.
When he lowered himself onto Jake, both completely naked, they moaned in unison. “Oh god, Jake. I want...” “I know, me too, Paul” Paul looked into Jake’s eyes, making sure that they were on the same page. What he saw almost made him come. Jake’s eyes were darker than ever, clouded over with lust. This gave Paul all the confirmation that he needed. “You have anything? I don’t want to hurt you” He asked. Jake reached out into the bedside drawer and pulled out a tube of lube and placed it into Pauls hand. He uncapped it and slicked his fingers. “Turn around, Jake. It will be easier that way” he whispered against Jake’s lips.
When Jake laid on his belly, he put a pillow under his hips, giving Paul better access. Slowly Paul started to rub against his opening. When he felt Jake relax, he slid in one finger. “This okay? I’m not hurting you” he asked. “No, it’s good. Feels really good” Jake muttered. Slightly smiling, he started to move his finger in and out of Jake. After a few trusts, he added a finger, waiting for Jake to react. When all he heard was a long drawn out moan, he started to move his fingers, setting a slow pace. When he felt that Jake had adjusted, he added another finger. This earned him a gasp from the bow writhing under him. Slowly he moved in and out till he felt Jake relax again.
“God, Paul, I’m ready” Jake said breathlessly. Paul didn’t need any more incentive. He removed his fingers and slicked up his shaft. He moaned from that touch alone. He had never been this hard in his life before. He placed the tip at Jake’s opening and asked “You sure?” “God yes, don’t you dare stop now” Jake practically screamed at him. Slowly he pushed in the tip. Feeling the tightness, he waited for Jake to relax some more before pushing all the way in. The heat was overwhelming and he needed to still or he would come within seconds. Jake laid there gasping for air. He had never felt like this before. It was somewhat uncomfortable but so good. When he had adjusted, he pushed back against Paul, urging him to start moving. Paul got the hint and slowly started moving inside Jake. This got them both moaning each other’s name “Paul, so good” “Oh god Jake”. Gradually they started to pick up the pace; Paul moving in and out of Jake and Jake pushing back with every trust. Suddenly Paul stopped moving and started to pull out. “I want to see you Jake, turn around”. Paul sat back and pulled Jake into his lap by his hips, not wanting to hurt his back. Jake put his arm around Paul’s uninjured shoulder to steady himself as he lowered himself onto Paul’s shaft. Together they found a new rhythm with Jake moving up and down and Paul trusting up into him. This position gave them access to each other’s lips and they took full advantage of that. Their tongues playing around, gasping into each other’s mouths when the need for oxygen became too much. They both felt the build up inside and knew they wouldn’t last much longer so they picked up the pace. Paul was practically slamming into Jake and the last didn’t mind at all. When they came, they came together almost howling, Jake hadn’t even needed to be touched. He just came from the feeling of Paul inside of him. Paul fell back, taking Jake with him. They were both exhausted, but completely sated. Paul reached out and took the sheet that had ended up on the floor and covered them to the waist with is, leaving Jake’s back, that still had the scratches on it, open to the air.
About two hours after Paul had left the house, his father had rang Sam to ask when he could expect him home. Sam had been worried and started to look for Paul. Following his sent, it hadn’t taken him long to track him down to Jacob’s house. Realising that Paul had gone to Jacob, alone and with little self control, Sam rushed over to the house and had found Jacob’s father in the kitchen. “Where’s Jacob?” He asked. His father looked at Sam with curiosity “I just got home, but I think he’s in his room. Why? Wasn’t he with you all day?”. Not wanting to waste time, Sam ran to Jacob’s room and pulled open his door afraid of what he was going to find. What he saw made his heart swell. The boys were sleeping soundly, together in bed. Jacob had his head tucked in Paul’s neck and Paul had his arm protectively around Jacob’s waist. Jacob’s father had joined Sam and witnessed the little scene in front of them. Slowly Sam pulled the door closed as not to wake them. When they were back in the kitchen, Jacob’s father asked “Care to explain that to me over a cup of coffee?” with a little smile. Sam sat down and started to explain everything about how Paul had imprinted on Jacob and how he had refused to accept the imprint at first until he got to know Jacob better. He explained that he had been afraid of how Paul would have reacted if Jacob didn’t accept the imprint and that that had been the reason why he had rushed over to their house. Sam finished his story by saying “I don’t think we have to worry about that. It seems clear to me that Jacob accepted the imprint also”. He looked up at Jacob’s father not sure of how he was going to react. He had been quiet the entire time. His first response was “Well, I guess I better give Paul’s father a ring, telling him that Paul is not coming home tonight so he’s not worried”. A smile formed on both of their lips.
The next morning, Jacob’s father and Sam, who had slept on the couch because after telling the entire story it had been too late to go back home, were making breakfast in the kitchen as Paul en Jacob walked in hand in hand. When Jacob looked at Sam and saw him smile back, he realised that he had known about the imprint. Carefully he looked at his father, not knowing how to explain this. His father turned to them with a smile “Sit down boys, breakfast is almost ready” when he saw the look on his son’s face he added “don’t worry son, Sam already explained it all”. Relieve settled on his face and when his father said “I’m happy for you”, he ran over to give him a hug.
The four of them settled into easy conversation while having breakfast knowing that this was the beginning of something beautiful.