Title: Finding a loophole in an Alpha order
Pairing: Jacob/Paul/Jared; Jacob/Paul
Rating: NC-17 ~ M
Beta-ed by: the wonderful ReluctantOptimist
Declaimer: I do not own any of the recognizable characters, plots or conceptions of Twilight, unfortunately. They belong to Stephenie Meyer.
Summary: Jared learns from first hand that Jacob has amasing talent for finding ways around Alpha orders, especially when he has Paul as motivation.
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A/N1: Thank you so much for sticking with me and bearing with my random updates. :D
A/N2: Hey, sweethearts! I won't go into long explanations or apologies for not updating. I just want to wish Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all of you! Let the New Year bring you everything you've ever dreamed about and more! This is my humble Christmas present for you, babes! I hope you will like it. :)
The air is damp and cold, the smell of moss and wet soil still tangible, keeping the memory of the heavy rain from the day. It was dark. The moon was full but barely visible through the thick, ragged clouds that are scattered over the murky, gloomy sky. It had been raining all day; softly, calmly without faltering for hours, the cool rain drops drumming down the roofs and ringing down the glasses of the windows.
Jared had spent the whole day at home, sprawled on the couch in the living room and staring at the ceiling, his fingers clenched around the little piece of paper. He had read it a thousand times since Paul had given it to him the previous day. He read it so many times that when he closed his eyes he could clearly see the curve of every single letter.
It's a quarter past seven, and now he found himself in front of Paul's home, his heart beating like a drum inside his chest in inexplicable anticipation and numbing anxiety as he unfolds the little creased note and reads it for the thousandth and first time, wanting to make sure that he had read it correctly.
"…Damn…. " He mumbles to himself as his shaking fingers fumble with the note, his lips pressed into a thin line. "… I am so pathetic…"
He stares at Paul's home, his chest clenched tightly. He perceives that the lights in the kitchen are on, and the curtains were pulled down. The barely distinguishable outline of a single silhouette visible though the windows. He knows that Paul is there, probably waiting… waiting for him to come.
And then what? What will happen next? Why had Paul asked him to come? Of course they would have to talk about what had happened last week and knowing that makes him feel even more nervous and apprehensive than he already is. He can't even stay still, his whole body itching and filled with turmoil as he buries his fingers in his hair and starts pacing around. Jared knows that he is early, pretty damn early, but he had been going crazy staying at home and staring at the ceiling with all the diverse possibilities swirling inside of his head.
He's so nervous that he doesn't even notice that he is moving in a circle, pacing around a tree, his speed gradually increasing and so does his breathing.
If Paul is at the house at the moment, where the fuck is Jacob? They never separate… never….Everybody knows that when you see either one of them you can expect the other following not too far behind. Though, Jared can't shake off the nagging feeling of anticipation that is crawling over his skin as he stares at the lit windows of Paul's home. His friend's parents had left for a week, going on a little vacation to a much warmer and less rainy place and that means that Paul has the whole house to himself. There is no one else. He is alone. Alone and waiting for Jared to arrive.
He paces around the tree for exactly twenty five minutes, checking his watch every thirty seconds. He is forced to hold his wrist with his other hand because he is shaking so hard that he can't focus or see the digits correctly. The waiting is driving him crazy, making him sweat and his breaths quicken, and after the one hundredth time when he checks his watch he decides to just go for it.
Jared is well aware that he is early, but if he continues like this he was convinced that he'd go insane. So the better option in the case remains the immediate action – he will just go there, talk with Paul, no matter how awkward and horrible the conversation might be, and then he will leave…hopefully alive and with his balls intact. But that is only if Paul hadn't planned to punch him to unconsciousness and castrate him for being a perverted psycho who has erotic fantasies about his best friend.
As he reaches the door, he doesn't feel that sure and determined as he had been seconds ago. His hands are clammy and shaking as he sticks one of them in the pocket of his cut offs while he reaches with the other for the door.
But then his stretched out hand freezes, just before he takes hold of the door knob. What the fuck is he thinking? He can't just enter the house like that, not anymore. Yes, before he would, before what had happened a week ago he would just enter Paul's home without even hesitating or thinking about it. They were really close. They were best friends—as close as brothers.
"Not anymore." Jared mumbles to himself as he inhales deeply, a bitter taste lingering in his mouth. He…he had probably ruined everything. If only he could turn back time.
He lifts his hand again hesitantly and lets out a breath he hadn't even known he'd been holding before knocking on the door exactly three times. At first nothing happens and his heart makes a few flip flops inside his chest as he buries his hand in his hair nervously and bites at his lower lip. Maybe he really shouldn't have come. It's just insane. He can't even look Paul in the eyes, so what's the point in even trying to talk to him?
He is just about to turn around and leave when he hears soft rustling coming from inside the house, and the next thing he sees is the door swinging open. He immediately discerns Paul's slightly flushed face and the disconcertment in his big brown eyes.
"Hey." Paul whispers awkwardly, his brows furrowing slightly as he bites at the inside of his cheek. "You're…you're a bit early, aren't you?"
"I'm sorry." Jared is quick to answer and he is surprised by the clearness of his voice, while on the inside he is teeming with undying anxiety and turmoil. "I…I can just leave now and come later if you—"
"No. It's okay." Paul mumbles quietly as he pulls slightly away from the door, making space for the other boy to enter. "You can come in."
Jared walks slowly after Paul, following him to the kitchen, his eyes fixed firmly on the figure in front of him as he anxiously sticks his hands into his pockets, a tense expression marring his features.
Paul is wearing a shirt. That is so unusual for him. He never walks around in anything more than a pair of shorts. Since when had he started wearing more than just his cutoffs?
Jared frowns and pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as his chest swells with a deep intake of air, regret and guilt filling his lungs. Actually he knows since when. Since a week ago, since Paul had found out about…
"You want something to drink?" Paul cuts him off before he can continue. They are already in the kitchen and Jared sees his friend opening the fridge, Paul still with his back turned to him.
"Lemonade, Coke …um milk?"
Paul is nervous, agitated, and uneasy though he tries to cover it and if Jared hadn't known him so well he probably wouldn't have noticed. Jared sits on a chair near the table and rests his elbows on the hard wooden surface, his fingers lacing together in front of him as he stares at Paul's back.
"Or beer or just water…or-"
"You sure you don't want some-"
"Paul!" Jared nearly growls and Paul almost cringes as he finally turns around to face his friend, eyes wide with barely hidden turmoil and anxiety. "You didn't call me here so I could drink beer, did you?"
They both are on the brim of their self control and Jared can clearly see that Paul is not too comfortable with his presence at the moment. This was a mistake, he really shouldn't have come.
"Paul, I'm sorry…but I don't think I should-" He starts carefully, his palms pressing against the table as he readies himself to stand.
"We need to talk..." Paul says as he brushes his fingers through his hair and inhales deeply, and he leans against the counter, his eyes avoiding Jared's, his arms crossing defensively over his chest.
"Paul what you saw… it was—"
"What was it?" Paul lifts his head harshly, his eyes finally meeting Jared's in a confused and annoyed gaze. "What did I see, Jared! What the fuck was that! I am really curious to know why my best friend's fantasies are of him fucking me!"
Jared gasps, his eyes widening as he stands abruptly from the chair and stares at Paul intently, wanting desperately to read his expression. He had never seen him like this—distressed, anxious and uneasy. That is not Paul. He looks timid and tense, even as he growls the words out. He almost looks scared.
"P-Paul…Let me explain." Jared lifts his hands slightly as he tries to approach his friend. Paul stays frozen, eyes fixed on the other boy warily as he grips at the edge of the counter, his whole body tensing with each step that Jared takes towards him. "It's not what-"
"It's not what I think it is, right?" Paul whispers sarcastically, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes gleaming with emotions Jared finds hard to place—it had to be something between embarrassment and underlying hesitation. "I must be mistaken, huh?"
"Paul I just—"
"That doesn't matter."
"How long?" Paul demands as he pushes himself off of the counter and starts pacing around the room. "For how long has this been happening, Jared? How long have you been-"
"A month… maybe a bit longer…" Jared barely whispers, his gaze dropping to the floor as his hands fist rigidly in the sides of his shorts. He doesn't even dare to look Paul in the face, scared of his reaction, of the accusation and disappointment he will see in his eyes. Though, he hears a choked gasp leaving his friend's throat, Paul's pacing around the room abruptly stopping. Jared closes his eyes and leans against the edge of the table, his fingers burying in his hair as he inhales deeply through his mouth. It is more horrible than he had expected and it is a complete miracle that Paul is still holding back and hadn't beaten the shit out of him yet.
"Why?" The voice is hollow, barely audible, laced with confusion and agitation, and Jared cringes inwardly as he bites at his bottom lip. "What happened? How had…What did I do wrong to p-provoke such—"
"Paul you did nothing wrong!" Jared cuts him off quickly, his eyes snapping open to find Paul standing by the window of the kitchen, with his back turned to him, arms wrapped around his shoulders. "It's not your fault… it's not. I don't know why it started. I can't control it…it just happened after…I saw you and Jake…at Sam's…when you two were…"
Paul turns around harshly, eyes piercing Jared's with desperation and commotion as a low sigh leaves his lips. He doesn't say anything, though Jared can see his cheeks darkening, Paul's chest starting to rise and fall a little quicker now, almost heaving with fast irregular pants.
"I swear. It's nothing to worry about." Jared whispers agitatedly, his voice hoarse. He wants to assure his friend, to prevent Paul from thinking anything wrong. It means nothing. He is never going to act on these urges, Paul has no reasons to feel intimidated or worried that Jared might demand something of him. "It is just a fantasy, a dream…nothing real. I will never do that Paul. You're with Jake and it is all clear. You and me…it is just ridiculous and impossible..." Jared looks away from his friend, his gaze pinned to his sneakers as he pinches the bridge of his nose before continuing. "You don't have to worry about it because it will never happen! I would never—"
"What if it does?"
"What if it does happen? What if it is possible?" Paul's voice is strained, quiet; carrying so much underlying tension that Jared squeezes his eyes shut and inhales deeply as he tries to gather his thoughts in order to answer.
"What if you could have me?"
Jared nearly gasps at these words, his heart jumping inside his chest as he feels himself inhaling deeply. Warm, moist, sweet breath is caressing his lips, making them tingle and when he finally forces himself to open his eyes, Jared meets a pair of warm, brown, gleaming orbs. He hadn't even noticed, heard or felt how Paul had moved so close to him, how he had approached him and stopped right in front of him, their faces in mere inches away from one another.
"What if it wasn't just a dream? If you could have me…would you take the chance, Jay?"
"I felt it… when we both were in wolf form…I felt it through the link." Jared feels his breath coming short, his hands trembling by his sides as he barely manages to hold back, to restrain himself from wrapping them around Paul's waist and pulling him closer, crushing their bodies and lips together. "I felt the need, Jay. The heat burning my skin…your lust making my guts clench as if it was my own…I felt it…I could smell it on you…"
"Please d-don't..." Jared nearly whimpers, his hands gripping rigidly at the table. Paul doesn't know what buttons he's pressing, what deep, hidden ache he is stirring.
"Do you want me, Jared?" Paul whispers softly as he rubs his nose against Jared's lightly, and Jared can almost taste his breath. "Do you want to fuck me? To make me scream? To slam into me till you make me come?"
"You are insane!"
"How do you want me, Jay? On all fours or on my back? Do you want me to ride you, Jared?"
"Fuck, Paul! Are you nuts?" Jared rasps between heavy breaths, his hands finally gripping rigidly at Paul's now so slim and petite hips. His body seems to do the exact opposite of what his brain commands it to. "Jacob will kill me! He will fucking skin me alive and—"
"I won't," a low, drawled growl echoes somewhere from behind Paul's back and Jared feels himself flinching with shock, his hands letting go of the other boy quickly. "As long as it is done my way…you might survive it and meanwhile even enjoy it." Jacob whispers and Paul pulls away slowly, letting Jared finally catch his breath.
And he sees him. He sees the rightful Alpha standing by the door leading to the living room, his arms crossed in front of his chest, eyes fixed on Jared intently.
"The only question now is: are you up for it, Jared?" Jacob asks firmly, his hand reaching forward for Paul, who immediately entwines their fingers together and moves closer to him. Jared sees both of Paul's hands gripping at Jacob's right hand tightly, his best friend's cheeks flushed as he moves as closer to his imprint as possible.
"How bad do you want it, Jared? How bad do you want to fuck my imprint?"