a/n: oop.
Jacob can feel the shift. He can feel the sudden heaviness of the moment, but he can't bring himself to run away from it this time. Too much had happened. Too many close calls for him to keep pretending like this was all going to end and everything would just go back to normal. The look in Edward's eyes as he makes his way back to the bed told him that was foolish thinking to begin with. He drops the box next to the bed, climbs up and watches as Edward opens up. His arms spread for Jacob to join him, thighs spread so that he could get as close as possible.
This moment was inevitable and he was just taking his sweet time stumbling to that conclusion. He leans down, brushes his lips up against Edward's and watches as Edward follows him, eyes only leaving his lips to plead with Jacob.
"Don't..." He hears Edward whisper.
He gives the man what he's craving pressing his lips against Edward's and not being even remotely surprised when it devolves into something filthy.
Jacob can feel Edward's hands tugging at whatever he can get his fingers on. He uses the hair at Jacob's nape like they're puppet strings, tugging Jacob back up from the trail of kisses that he was leaving wherever he could get his lips, to yank him up and shove his tongue into Jacob's mouth. He uses the temporary distraction to shove Edward's too tight pajama pants down around his ankles and push the too loose shirt up under his armpits. His hands roam, study every inch of skin he can get his hands on.
Edward's soft. In every sense of the word, he's soft. From his lips, to his skin, his hair, to the curve of his ass and the fullness of his thighs. It's a stark contrast from the overly structured haircuts and the too-white lab coats. The quiet moans followed by whiny little whimpers that are filling the space between them are far from the dignified persona the man keeps up in the workplace. Something about the change, the way he stares down at Jacob through mussed hair, eyes slightly unfocused as he loosens his control almost has Jacob forget about their company downstairs.
"Can you stay quiet for me?" Jacob knows it's not a fair question to ask, but no one who's ever been in this position would fault him for it.
He leans down, taking a nipple in between his teeth and listens to the way Edward sucks in a breath before allowing it to stutter out as Jacob runs the flat of his tongue over the bud. He can feel Edward curl up around him with the effort, the grip on his hair almost anchoring Jacob in place. He peppers a couple of kisses on Edward's jaw, hoping it'll be enough to relax him only to find himself frozen in place at the low hum he hears coming from below him.
It's almost like a croon, but it slowly turns into a constrained whine.
The sound momentarily stops when Edward opens his mouth.
"Can't."
Jacob lets out a hum of his own before moving over to the other nipple lapping at this one before blowing a little air on the swollen bud. He gets another yank, this time at the crown of his head for his efforts.
"If you don't let up, I'm gonna be bald." He grunts and watches as Edward's eyes find enough focus to glare down at him.
Jacob responds by running the blunt edges of his fingernails over Edward's belly and watching him squirm.
"If you don't move on, I'm gonna â" He's cut off by his own moan as Jacob's mouth skips the expanse of his stomach to sink his teeth into the flesh of Edward's thighs. Jacob settles them on his shoulders, curiosity taking him further south. He wants to make this last, make up for lost time and make it as memorable as he possibly can, but his instincts are telling him to take.
Take what's his.
Nevertheless, he skips over Edward's dick, which is red and angry against his pale belly, to separate his cheeks and get a better view of his fluttering hole.
He can hear the exasperated gasps and dramatic sounds of Edward's head hitting the pillow as he tries to communicate his impatience to Jacob, but he takes his time. He circles the ring with the tip of his thumb, pushing it in ever so slightly before slowly leaning in to explore with his mouth.
Edward writhes underneath him with every lick and thrust of Jacob's tongue. He can tell that the ministrations are doing their job, loosening him up, preparing him for Jacob. Though, in doing so, he can hear that Edward's lost the caution he'd had before, groans becoming louder, moans becoming needier, mewls turning into quiet little chants of Jacob's name, purring becoming more apparent.
"Jay!" He hears all but growled through clenched teeth somewhere above him and he glances up to see Edward looking as if he's about to sock him in the teeth.
"Who would've guessed you were so impatient?" Jacob teases as he slips Edward's legs down to rest on his thighs.
He leans over the side of the bed, ignoring Edward's grumbling, to find a condom in the box of wonders. He manages to find them quickly, but apparently not quick enough for Edward's taste as he feels a hand wrap around his dick. He's still laid out on the bed with that blissed out expression, tongue peeking out to run over his lips when Jacob glances over at him. Jacob tries to give a warning with his eyes, but Edward ignores it.
"Too many clothes." He whispers, tightening his grip ever so slightly.
Jacob doesn't mean to grab his wrist the way he does. With the way Jacob seems to be affecting him, it'll probably leave a bruise, but Jacob's only pretending to have some form of restraint. He's been hard since he'd stumbled upstairs to see Edward adjusting the nest in boxers that may have fit him when he'd moved in, but were erring on the side of scandalous now. That and his scent...his scent was changing. When he wasn't wearing cologne, it was so strong Jacob couldn't ignore it. He smelled like vanilla and musk but also baby soap and powder. He smelled...motherly. It was intoxicating.
He doesn't need any extra assistance; he'd felt it as soon as he'd walked through the door.
He tears open the packet with his teeth and yanks down his sweatpants.
"Forgot the underwear?" Edward mumbles, mischievous glint already in his eye before Jacob can respond.
"Right, I forgot them." He chuckles, hand coming down to smack Edward's left ass cheek and he watches with delight as it jiggles before turning bright pink.
Edward lets out a little hum that turns into an impatient whine.
Jacob slips the condom only to decided to test the waters before jumping in. He experimentally pushes his index finger inside, up to the knuckle and watches as Edward's face contorts at the feeling. He moves ever so gingerly before adding a second finger and watching at the discomfort dissipates ever so slightly, but it's clearly not a comfortable slide. He leans over to grab for the lube and ignores the swat to the back of his head as Edward huffs.
"Don't be a brat." He mutters before pressing his fingers back in and watching as Edward chokes on a particularly loud moan.
"You're doing that on purpose!" He whines, hands going back to knead at Jacob's scalp like a disgruntled cat.
"I have no clue what you're talking about." Jacob teases, adding in a third finger with the sole intention of aiming for his prostate, and watches as Edward seemingly loses his train of thought as his eyes roll back into his head.
Edward attempts to mutter some kind of quip in return but the only thing that escapes him is a shaky groan that he can't guarantee isn't heard by the neighbors, let alone Mike and Co.
Though, that's an issue for in the morning as he slips the three digits out to replace them. He hikes Edward's legs further up on his shoulders and tries to get the angle just right. He honestly doesn't care anymore, he just wants Edward to have an experience like any other mate. So, he slides home with devious intentions and watches Edward face goes blank before he lets out a sound that mixture between a whine and moan, high pitched and loud.
He makes several attempts at speaking, but the only thing that Jacob is able to decipher is a strangled "Fuck".
"That's the plan, Baby." He hums, stroking Edward's thigh and dodging another smack to the head.
"I hate you." Edward puffs, not a hint of malice in his voice, before grabbing at his shirt and yanking him down into another long, drawn out kiss.
"You let everyone you hate fuck you like this?" He hisses, eyebrow arching so high that he's sure it gets lost in the hairstyle Edward's blessed him with.
"Mm, only the hot ones." He's informed before he feels another tug on his shirt.
He tugs the piece of fabric over his head and tosses it to join the rest of the discarded clothing, wherever it had ended up. He feels a hand run over his shoulders, chest, over his stomach and then they're running over his back. They slowly make their way back up and run ever so gently over his neck. He can feel Edward's eyes shift to the bandage on his neck as he runs his fingers over it.
"Don't get all sappy on me, Cullen." Jacob whispers and watches as Edward's nose scrunches.
"Over you? Never," He sighs out before moving his hand to once again rest at the nape of Jacob's neck, "now move before I fall asleep."
He follows the orders he's been given, pistoning his hips relentlessly and watching as Edward immediately regrets making said demands as his free hand searches for something solid to cling to. The headboard is hitting the wall with every forward stroke and the springs of the mattress sound like a siren as he speeds up. That combined with the squelching sounds of their bodies rubbing together and smack of his hips against Edward's ass, completely removes the potential for discretion.
So, if Edward were to start moaning and yelping with a severe lack of abandon...well that didn't really matter, did it? Honestly, the entire endeavor was doomed from the start. Jacob pretends to care about how much noise they may or may not be making and "attempts" to stifle some of it by placing a couple of fingers near Edward's mouth. Though, that only leads to Edward sucking on the digits like a starving man.
Jacob reaches out with his free hand and tugs Edward a little closer and the angle changes slightly, but Jacob can tell by the distant look in Edward's eyes that the window is closing. Jacob lurches forward kissing him quickly before diverting his attention to the spot he'd chosen what feels like an eternity ago.
"Ready?" He mumbles into the skin and he can hear Edward's breath hitch at the question.
Jacob runs his hands up and down his sides and only moves to open his mouth when he feels Edward relax underneath him.
"Good...", he praises before he opens his mouth and sinks his teeth into the flesh.
He feels Edward freeze up underneath him and he's worried for a fleeting second until he feels something warm and sticky hit his stomach and smells something salty fill the air.
It somehow is just as intoxicating, enough to make him forget himself.
"Mine." He hisses into somewhere near the man's ear.
The scent is followed by Edward clamping down on him so hard that he sees white. Whatever was keeping him, immediately vanished as his orgasm hit him so hard he can barely stay upright as he chases it. When he finally comes down, he's splayed on top of Edward, head pressed into his neck, nose grazing the mark and he doesn't think he has enough strength left in his arms to move. Edward doesn't seem to mind as his fingers slowly massage his scalp like an apology for earlier.
Jacob's almost asleep when he realizes Edward's talking to him.
"You better not be falling asleep up there. I'm not laying in cum and spit until you wake up."
He lets out a little hum, pushing himself and immediately being hit with the fact that maybe he had rushed it a bit as a fresh wave of pain hits him and he has to wait it out.
"Hey, I can â" Edward starts, but Jacob's already lunging off of the bed.
He rifles through the box, finds the pain meds that must've been tossed in after Jacob's little incident, and a couple of granola bars. He pops a couple of pills, tosses Edward a granola bar and the rest of the bottle and grabs the little bubble bath that Leah so graciously stuck at the bottom of the box. He can see Edward eyeing the bottle out of the corner of his eye, mind trying to determine why exactly he'd been so casually handed them, but Jacob says nothing as he heads for the bathroom.
He tosses the condom and starts their bath water, pouring a third of the bubble bath before returning to Edward with a warm bath towel. He cleans his partner up before slowly lifting him up from the bed.
"I can walk, I don't need to be carried." He protests, but Jacob ignores Edward in favor of lowering him down on the toilet seat while he checks the temperature of the water.
He determines it's not too hot before turning to scoop an annoyed looking Edward off of the seat and lowering him into the water. He lowers himself in next, legs straddling Edward's as he lets out a quiet sigh of what feels like relief.
He lays his head against the back of the tub and just listens to Edward fidgeting in front of him as he makes himself comfortable. The weight of his body resting against Jacob and the warm air around him is almost enough to lull him to sleep, but a spike of distress has his eyes snapping open. He can tell what it is before he even realizes he knows.
"She's with Leah," He mumbles, hand slipping underneath the water to rub at Edward's sides.
This doesn't seem to do much for Edward's anxiety as he looks around the bathroom as if Bear is just going to appear.
"Okay, get through this bath and I'll go and get her after I change the sheets," he promises and he can feel Edward relax a little more, shoulders slumping ever so slightly.
Edward almost makes it until the water is cold and Jacob makes sure to show his appreciation by getting dressed and changing the sheets out at a reasonable pace.
In all honesty, Jacob was hoping this could wait until the morning, but he just avoids the accusatory look flashed his way when Leah opens the door with Bear already in her arms.
"It's been two hours." She says pointedly.
Jacob just gives a shrug, scooping her up into his arms.
"He misses her. What do you want me to do?" He hisses back.
She looks as if she's already planning some kind of intervention in her head, but he doesn't wait around to hear about it as he lugs a sleepy Bear back to their room.
He's only slightly surprised to step back into the room and see the man fixing and fluffing his pillows as he tries to get the nest back into pristine condition. He's opted for a pair of Jacob's pajama pants that are only staying up because of the curve of Edward's ass.
Jacob hands Bear over without a word and watches as she curls up on top of Edward like a happy kitten.
"You might want to enjoy that while you can. Leah's going to start plotting soon." Jacob informs him and watches as Edward lets out an exasperated sigh.
Jacob crawls in beside him and listens to the springs groan as Edward moves them closer. They settle on his chest and he tugs the blanket up higher and listens to the sounds of their breathing as they both slowly drift into unconciousness.
He's almost out himself when he hears a quiet whisper next to him followed by a content little hum.
"Mine."